#It's a simple sketch but I got stuck on one thing (the face) because it didn't look right

[hyunebunx]

saw the soft thoughts post and i hope i’m not late >.< please forgive my typos or grammatical errors love i just woke up 🥹

soooo imagine a lazy saturday morning with hyunjin where you both just wanted to sleep in and cuddle on your shared bet until late in the morning. apparently you had to force yourself to get up because you were getting hungry and hyunjin—being a clingy boyfriend—is sticking to you like glue, and be like “noooooo don’t go!!!” because he doesn’t want to get out of bed but you had to drag him up. he became a pouty baby while being clingyyyy maybe a backhug when you were cooking, a stolen kiss when you were about to eat, helping you wash the dishes but he put some soap bubbles on the tip of your nose, asked you to go out and the spend the rest of the day with him outside maybe stroll around the city, an art museum date, go to a café and watch him sketch/paint you~

ughh to be loved by an artist bro i’m still half asleep so i hope i’m making sense... anyway have a good one deni ! 😽🩷

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff and a loooot of kissing, you've been warned lol

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: my love <3 this is the cutest idea ever!! thank you so so much for trusting me to write it hehe <3 listen, this got quite steamy in the middle, idk what happened i blacked out fgsdgkj can't help myself when it comes to this man apparently. anywayss, hope you'll enjoy it <333

Mornings spent sleeping in with the love of your life, all cuddle up and intertwined, were truly your absolute favorite, a blessing you didn’t take for granted. You were both busy people, with busy lives that accommodated one another like it was the most natural thing in the world, fitting together like the last two pieces needed to complete the puzzle which revealed your love story.

Hyunjin was a heavy sleeper, clinging to every thread, no matter how thin, that transported him to dreamland to rest a little more. Just five more minutes, that turned into ten, fifteen, which ended up stretching into half an hour on good days. On the bad ones, when he was more tired than usual, nothing could get Hyunjin out of bed before the afternoon rolled around. You understood – he needed his rest – but it didn’t make missing him and his bright smile any easier.

You never knew you could miss someone even while they were dozing off next to you, blissfully unaware of how your heart almost jumped out of your chest to slip under his shirt just to feel his beating, desperately searching for confirmation he felt the same. And he did, of course he did, how could he not when your name and sweet face were constantly spinning around in his mind like some sort of live wallpaper, making him unable to concentrate even on simple tasks?

Though right now, neither of you was sleeping, cuddling to Hyunjin’s chest with one leg over his lap as you caught him up on the latest work gossip. You’ve been awake for almost two hours now and for once, the universe seemed to be on your side as no sunray managed to peek through the small crack left in the curtains, allowing you to continue lying around in peace.

“Anyway, so the printer caught on fire and that was Kim’s last straw. She threw all the papers on the floor and then proceeded to plop down on them and cry. I felt so bad.”

Despite his empathetic nature, Hyunjin lets out a short laugh, voice still husky and laced with sleep as his fingers tangled in your hair. “How did she even manage to do that?”

“It wasn’t her fault.” You yawn, hiding your face in his chest briefly. “Jay used the printer last to scan pictures of his cat’s toe beans and I guess some fur got stuck in there and ruined everything.”

He slowly shakes his head, whistling. “See, that’s why I’m a dog person.”

Prompting your chin on his chest, you look at him with raised eyebrows. “Ok Mr. meows at cats because he wants to get into their good graces.”

“That was one time!”

You giggle and he joins soon after, staring deeply into your eyes until the laughter dies down and every thought leaves your mind like it wasn’t even there to begin with. Dark eyes dart between yours and your lips, subconsciously licking his plush bottom one and telling you exactly where his train of thought has stopped. Patience was not one of Hyunjin’s virtues, so the hand in your hair moves lower to cup the back of your neck, bringing you closer as you quickly adjust, both hands sprawling on his chest to help you lean down and finally connect your lips.

The kiss is slow, lips merging perfectly as neither of you is in any rush, content to take the time to taste each other. However, it quickly gets messy, tongues meeting and complicating the familiar dance, making it hot and breathy but oh so delicious. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you’ve been waiting for this ever since he woke up, constantly thinking about his rosy lips and driving yourself crazy as whatever he was saying faded in and out of hazy memory.

Hyunjin kissed you like no other, like kissing was an art he invented just to practice on you. One he managed to master throughout the years of your relationship but couldn’t get enough of, obsessed with the idea of improving and finding another unexplored corner he could take over and claim as his own.

A cold hand slides easily under your top, gripping at your waist in an effort to bring you closer, almost causing your arms to give out. You break away from the kiss and Hyunjin whines, displeased but still helps you settle on top of him more comfortably, guiding your body as you straddle his hips.

This new position allows for better access to what you’re both desiring, with Hyunjin wasting no more time in bringing you back down again, capturing your lips. With both hands on exposed thighs, the shirt he gave you to sleep in barely covering anything, Hyunjin loses himself in the taste of you, licking into your mouth and lightly biting on your bottom lip as your hands move lower over his stomach, needing to discard him of the annoying clothing.

You make to pull away but his lips follow, causing him to sit up and move one of his hands on the small of your back for support, not allowing you to slip away from him. With a mind of their own, your hands quickly abandon his shirt and move around his shoulders, meeting at his nape to deepen the kiss and lick at his bottom lip which he appreciates by the groan he lets out.

You feel him everywhere, hands groping and squeezing every bit of your body in the exact way he knew you loved, turning you to putty into his hold. By now, his dark hair is a mess from all the pulling – your fingers needed something to anchor onto.

“Hyun.” You inhale deeply, his lips moving down your jaw, restless.

“Yeah, baby?” He mumbles, barely hearing you.

“Breakfast.” You gasp out as he lightly bites the skin, quick to soothe it with his tongue. “I’m hungry.” Mostly true, you’ve been lying here for hours after all, who wouldn’t be hungry? But also because you knew if you didn’t stop him now, neither of you would get to eat anything before dinner time rolls around.

Hyunjin pauses, hot breath fanning your neck as he slowly tilts his head to look at you, his wet and swollen lips distracting. He’s speechless for a moment, almost like he can’t believe you interrupted him, like a child whose favorite toy is abruptly taken away. When it clicks in his head you are actually serious, Hyunjin barely registers the way you peck his lips as he rolls his eyes.

“Wow, ok connoisseur of romance. What a way to ruin the moment.”

You giggle as he gently lays you down on your back, knowing he could never be truly upset, no matter what kind of stunt you pull. He was most likely thankful you said something, surely hungry himself.

Scooting towards the end of the bed, your feet barely get to touch the hardwood floor before Hyunjin’s arms circle your middle once again, pulling you to his warm chest without a word.

“No, don’t go!” He whines, burring his head in your shoulder in protest.

Your heart squeezes in your chest, pounding from all the love you carried for your other half, the man you couldn’t imagine life without.

“Baby.” You coo, softly running your fingers over his hands on your stomach in a way to coax him. “How am I supposed to cook us breakfast otherwise?”

Hyunjin sighs, squeezing you to his chest for two more heartbeats before releasing his hold and allowing you to stand up. When you turn to face him, one of his big hands has already brought yours to his lips to plant a feather like kiss on your knuckles.

“Don’t go without me.” He mumbles, pouting slightly, and you almost explode like a piñata, staining him with your love and adoration that will surely trap him in this apartment for days trying to get it out. Not like he’d ever mind if that were possible, proudly showing off and talking about your feelings for him to anyone who’d listen, right after talking their ear off about the love he holds for you.

So, that morning, you waddle together to the kitchen like two penguins with Hyunjin refusing to stop hugging you from behind even when you started cooking. And after that, spoon feeding you on the counter and forgetting all about his needs until you threatened to take away his cuddles.

He caved in immediately.

[your-local-uwu-artist]

it was suggested I post this to the tags as well >:D

fuck it ima tag @transcendence-au as well because tbh I'm very proud of my silly little animation

some me being a nerd under the cut!

okay so this all started when I read the original post this was inspired by and though 'wouldn't it be silly to add some art to this 3 year old post?' but then I decided to animate it for funsies!

and gosh I sure do love animating!

So I got the base sketch and then got into the lineart animation for each component!

i don't have the sketches/wips saved at all sense this wasn't really a project and it took less than a day to complete. but here's a peak at the timeline

I animate entirely in my ususal drawing software: clip studio paint. It's just what's easiest for me.

all of these layers outside that folder are just the sparkles! after I finished I added some sparkles for fun! there's a lot of them because it involved a lot of copy and pasting sparkle layers

the bottom folders here are the wings body and facial expression! for everything like the wings arms and flags I was able to just copy paste, reverse, and then align the timing correctly in the timeline

one thing unique about this animation is that the lineart and colors are in separate layers! I tend to do line and colors on the same layer but this time I was using a brush that doesn't have the same lack of anti-aliasing and sense it's a small animation I wasn't as worried about keeping a minimum of layers like usual.

also the movement of the body is only 4 frames! and one one of those is just the hat shifting position

initially I wasn't going to have the second facial expression but when I got stuck on animating the flags I added the second facial expression while taking a break.

the arm animation is just 8 frames! honestly the only tricky part in this is the flags, everything else was pretty simple, which made it super fun to work on because I got both a challenge and mindless therapeutic drawing out of it.

NOW THE FLAGS there was 3 throw away attempts before I got it: you see the thing that made this tricky is finding the balance between believability and visual appeal. a big part of animation is creating the illusion of physics, this is the 'believability' part, I need these to look like flags that are moving and made of flat fabric, HOWEVER if I animate these one-to-one with realistic physics: it won't look good! I can't apply wind to the whole drawing because then the hair would have to react, and wind goes one way, and I wan't the flags to be pointing opposite directions. so without wind the flags would be laying down flat, but that won't look good at all! and furthermore realistic physics would have the flag not being all nice and front facing most of the time. so the trick here was figuring out how much physics to apply to make it look believable, while still making it look good.

one trick I did to help me animate the flags is I actually made a plan rectangle flag as a guide so that the general mass/volume of the flag would stay consistent, this is something i highly recommend when animating! like having a circle guide along a characters head to keep their height and proportions consistent.

after I finally found the balance with the flag lineart coloring wasn't too hard! sense I just had to follow the lines, and THANK GOODNESS the trans and aroace flag have the same number of stripes: saving me time!

and then it all comes together to make a satisfying perfectly looping bundle of cuteness >:DDD I feel like the tau fandom doesn't have as many artists with particularly cartoony/chibi art styles so I've gotta play my part in spreading the joy-whimsy-adorable-sillys >:D

anyway! hope you get to see a cool beetle today :D

[cordeliawhohung]

Golden Days

soap x pianist!fem!reader - written for @glitterypirateduck holiday challenge

A quiet coffee shop is the perfect place for Johnny to relax and get his mind off things. But he finds he enjoys it a bit more when someone starts playing the old, beat up piano.

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warnings: none! super fluffy! short and sweet. maybe slightly ooc soap because i don't write for him super often...

wc: 1.7k

a/n: inspired by the original lyrics to "have yourself a merry little christmas." i think that version deserves some more love.

Getting some R & R was always easier said than done, and Johnny found that he always had to keep his hands busy while he was on leave. Whether it was a quick skirmish of footy, hitting the gym, or even going for a walk, he was always in motion. But as the weather got cruddy with the bitter December wind and the pavement slick with what little snow dusted the lands, he found himself stuck to drawing. Simple sketches, he liked to call them. Silly doodles that meant little to nothing. 

A majority of his journal was full of fragments of the world. A favela in Brazil where the buildings and homes seemed to stretch forever; a watermelon with a knife sticking out of it; diagrams of various ships and vehicles; the works. And he’d write some snarky comment or make fun of his captain in the privacy of ink and paper. His home away from home, whenever he was feeling sentimental, anyway. 

Even as he enjoyed a fresh cup of coffee in his favorite mom-and-pop’s cafe, he drew. At first he started out with attempting to draw his cup of coffee, logo and all, until he realized that it would be lukewarm at best by the time he got the sketch how he liked it. Instead, he opted to drink his coffee while he scribbled down a Christmas tree. Might as well keep it to memory when the older gentleman who made his coffee had obviously spent so much effort into decorating it. Dazzling lights, gold tinsel and ribbons, and a glowing star at the very top. He wouldn’t be able to catch all the details, but it was enough. 

A cold chill blew past the exposed skin on his forearm as the door opened and closed with a ringing bell. By habit, Johnny quickly glanced up towards the entrance where he saw you, bundled up in a winter outfit. He had never seen you before, which didn’t surprise him because he was hardly home enough to recognize most faces anymore. Your smile instantly warmed the shop back up as you grinned at the old man behind the counter. 

“About time you showed up,” the old geezer teased as you approached him. “The usual?” 

Sweet, Johnny thought. There was always something endearing about the love elders held for younger generations. Their knowing gazes, their kind smiles, although usually mischievous too. The owner got to work on making your cup of coffee, and as you waited you began to wander around the shop. Decorated head to toe in pine and all the gold decorations in the world, it was a bright warm corner in the sleepy city. 

Naturally, you eventually made your way over to an upright piano pushed up against the wall next to the Christmas tree. Somehow, it was beautiful and ugly at the same time. Faded ivory keys, but a beautiful dark stained wood for the body, and it was also missing the upper panel, exposing the hammers and strings. It looked like it had been through hell and back, yet still stood proudly like the day it was made.

“Why don’t you play us something?” the owner suggested, his hands still busy with making your drink. 

You paused just as your fingers brushed against the keys before throwing a cautious glance around the shop. No one else was in the shop besides Johnny, who you threw a polite smile towards before your eyes settled back on the older man. 

“Maybe another time,” you deflected, eyes flickering over to Johnny. “Don’t want to scare away your customers.” 

“Aye, don’t worry about me,” Johnny spoke up. He waved a graphite covered hand at you, pencil still nestled between his fingers. “I don’t mind a bit of music.” 

The internal struggle was obvious in your eyes, and Johnny turned his attention back to his drawing in an attempt to keep the pressure off of you. Eventually he heard a slight creak of wood as the ancient stool settled underneath your weight. Johnny couldn’t help but glance back up at you as your fingers ghosted over the keys, petting them almost, before you dove headfirst into a dreamy chord. 

“What the hell?” you exclaimed, the music quickly cutting off. 

Boisterous laughter erupted from the owner as he leaned against the counter, your cup of coffee next to him. You looked at him with wild eyes and mouth slightly agape. 

“You tuned this piece of junk?” you questioned. 

The old man held his arms to the side and shrugged. “Merry Christmas.” 

With some newfound vigor, your attention returned back to the piano in front of you before you played that chord once more, that time with more confidence. It was such a soft, beautiful melody; something that reminded Johnny of his childhood somehow, yet he couldn’t quite place it. Some sort of nostalgia hidden deep in his chest that started to ache and burn. 

And then you started to sing. 

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas. It may be your last.”

That… wasn’t how he remembered the song going. Blue eyes tore away from his journal as Johnny looked up at you. With your back turned to him, it was impossible to see your face, but he watched as your arms moved and fingers danced, how your body swayed with the beat and your feet tapped on the pedals. 

“Next year we may all be living in the past. Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Pop that champagne cork. Next year we may all be living in New York.”

So much for making the Yule-tide gay. There was something a little more somber about this version of the song you performed, something that had both Johnny and the shop owner completely enamored. Between your singing and the lights of the Christmas tree casting a warm glow over you, it was something straight out of an odd, demented Hallmark movie. 

“No good times like the olden days, happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who were dear to us, will be near to us no more.”

There was a slight pause in the music. A prolonged chord that rang on the exposed shimmering strings of the piano. The moving hammers fell still in the exposed skeleton of the piano. After a moment, your head fell slightly as you continued on to finish the rest of the song. 

“But at least we all will be together. If the Lord allows. From now on, we’ll have to muddle through somehow. So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.” 

Notes sang and died down into silence as the song ended. You sat there for a short while before sliding off of the bench and awkwardly facing the rest of the mostly empty shop. The owner gave you a few well-natured claps, to which you bowed sarcastically to before approaching the counter once more to retrieve your drink. But Johnny was still dumbfounded. 

“Beautiful. Haven’t heard that version before,” he spoke up, setting his pencil along the center of his journal where it rested between the pages. He leaned back in his seat, stunning blue eyes taking in the sight of you.

You turned to him with a sheepish smile, hands wrapped around the warm center of your cup. “It’s the original version Judy Garland wrote, actually. The one they deemed too depressing and asked her to change.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Really?” 

“Yeah. I always liked this version better,” you explained. 

Somehow during your short conversation, you had managed to meander closer to Johnny’s table, hand brushing against the chair across from him yet not braving to take the seat. He wasn’t ignorant to the way your eyes flickered down to his journal, or how your lips tugged into a small smile at the sight of it. 

“Pretty,” you commented, nodding towards the journal. 

Instinctively, Johnny glanced down at his work, and he could feel his throat grow a little tight. There was the luxurious Christmas tree he had sketched, with the dazzling ornaments, then there was the dimensions of the walls behind it, and then there was a half finished sketch of you, sitting at the piano facing away from him. 

“Aye, it’s something I guess,” he chuckled, hands playing with the edge of the paper.

He blamed the glow of the lights for making you so beautiful. Like some sort of angel that should have been sitting on top of a tree rather than talking with someone like him. But you are there, and you’re real, and you ask him his name and give him yours and he swears that whole conversation feels like coming home. Like he never belonged anywhere else except in that coffee shop with you. Maybe he was just feeling sentimental. 

“Well, I, uh, have to get going,” you said eventually, eyes awkwardly darting to the clock that rested above Johnny’s head on the wall. “But I’ll be back here around the same time tomorrow. I could… play you a happier song.” 

It was impossible for him to hide his grin as he stared up at you. Of course he agreed, and he found himself getting more excited for it than he should have been. You give him a sheepish wave as you exit the shop, the bell ringing with your absence as you dissipate down the street. Things grew quiet again as it was just Johnny and the old shopkeeper, who was busy cleaning his machines. He looked back down at his journal and fiddled with his pencil as he thought about how to finish up his sketch. A part of him wished you came into the shop earlier. He would have put you at the center of the picture rather than that tree. 

“She’s single,” the man suddenly spoke up. 

When Johnny looked up, he realized the man was looking at him, and he wasn’t all too secretive about the mischievous glint he had in his eyes either. Really, he wasn’t quite sure what to say in response. 

“Yeah? That’s some intel you got,” he said, slightly stiff and a bit sarcastic. 

“She likes the Italian restaurant two blocks down the road,” the man continued. “I’m sure she would say yes if you asked her to go with you.” 

At that, Johnny had to chuckle, and it sounded something like a warm grumble in his chest, as if he was actually attempting to entertain the idea. Still smiling, he glanced down at his journal again, finger tapping against the paper. 

Have yourself a merry little Christmas. It may be your last. 

Well, perhaps he could entertain that thought after all. 

[taesanluv3r]

art class

park sungho x reader

minimal dialogue (except for the end), lowercase intended, excuse any spelling mistakes / grammatical errors. warning: you will be kicking your feet and giggling, so read under your own discretion.

wc: 3,486

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now playing...art class by beabadoobee.

the crack of light seeping in through her thin curtains and the sound of beeping coming from her bed-side alarm clock awakens the young girl up with a groan. yn ln gets up from bed, her hair in tangles and her eyes still closed shut as she stretches her arms out and yawns. finally allowing for sight, the girl looks over at her phone, sighing at the time before deciding to finally get ready for the thing she always dreaded the most, school. however, upon checking her time-table that was conveniently stuck onto the otherwise plain white wood of her closet, a small smile cracks against her lips, lifting up onto the apples of her cheeks. she had art that day. it was the girl's favourite subject. partially because she loved to get creative, but mostly because of the quiet boy that sits across from her in the classroom. a tall, broad-shouldered boy with the most perfect face. he goes by the name of park sungho.

she gets to class, taking a seat in front of her easel before spreading out her supplies beside her, letting out a sigh at the empty canvas that she was supposed to magically turn into her final project by the end of the week. the girl's attention is taken by the sound of the door creaking, a certain broad-shouldered boy walking right past her and over to his own seat. he looked good today, he always looks good, but something feels a little different. did he shave? the boy shoots her a shy smile when he catches her staring, the flustered girl hiding behind her empty canvas when he did so. in the three months they've been enrolled in this class together, sungho and yn had never properly interacted before, apart from the lingering gazes and awkward smiles, of course. three whole months they've sat across from each other in the classroom, she had managed to analyze every single one of his habits, like how he tucked his dark hair behind his ear, his tongue sticking out slightly as he brushed light strokes against his canvas, but did the boy she liked so much even know her name? yn longs for the day he'd come up to her, breaking away from both of their shyness and finally sharing a word, or two. she'd be pleased with just anything, even if he were to just ask her how she was. however, at least as of this moment right now, that remains a simple scenario inside of her rather imaginative brain.

she wished for it though, hoping one day it would come true. to be honest, this little crush she had developed was beginning to drive her insane. the way he sat there, focusing deeply on his artwork, leaving her to just stare, silently praying she'd be the one he gave all his attention to next. and then when he'd turn away for a moment, eyes lingering as they met with her own, his lips would turn into a smile. that stupid smile that had her so...distracted. that's what it was, that's what he was, a distraction.

as days go by, the girl began to lose sleep. she found herself skipping meals as she spent all her free time working on her project. the project that's deadline is starting to feel too real, the project that she should've been doing all those hours in the art room, but instead she spent daydreaming about the handsome guy across from her. yn's gaze drops onto her final art work, the theme was beauty in our surroundings. clichè, i know, she laughs as she recalls her teacher's face as he announced it, messily scribbling the title in cursive letters onto the white-board. what's an art class however without a little cheesy-ness? yn stares at the terrible excuse for a sketch on her canvas. when she heard the theme, the first thing she thought of was flowers- yes, an overused concept but please hear her out, she's got a perfectly reasonable explanation! the messy pencil markings formed the shape of lilacs, a beautiful light-violet plant that, at least according to the internet, describes the 'first pangs of love beginning a romantic journey'. was the girl aware of it's lovely meaning when she had drawn them? no. in fact, the pretty flowers just so happened to be in the classroom when she started the project, sitting silently on a shelf by the window. the window that allowed natural light to seep in, illuminating against the figure in front of her, illuminating against his face.

the next day rolls around rather quickly and the girl finds herself back in the art room once again. it was their final day to work on their pieces before having to present it to their peers and teacher so yn, even though she would love to just sit and stare at her crush all day, decides to lock in and actually finish painting her lilacs. she finds it a little difficult however, a sudden feeling of being watched tickling against her skin. yn caves, looking up from her canvas and to the guy across from her. and she swears, just for a moment, she had caught him staring at her. sungho's eyes darting away as fast as they could to focus onto his own project again. not wanting to be any more distracted than she had already been this past week, she shrugs it off, deciding that the delusions were getting the best of her and going back to her painting in silence. unbeknownst to her though, what she had seen was right, he was staring. and the minute she wasn't looking at him the boy's eyes went straight back to her. observing, as if he were analyzing each of her features in detail, painting a portrait in his brain.

the bell rings suddenly, sending the overly focused girl to jump a little at the sound. yn could hear him laugh faintly, a red tint staining her face as her eyes wandered off to the broad-shouldered guy that had begun packing away his paintbrushes. the girl does the same but faster, wanting to get out of there as quickly as she could before the blush on her cheeks could get any more visible. he beats her though, that same stupid smile that drove her crazy plastered onto his lips as he walked by her, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air around the love-sick yn. it was sweet and fresh, sungho's scent was not the same kind of male musk smell the other guys at school wore. and it stuck with her, the honey notes of his perfume remaining on her mind as she walked home, images of his perfect features and his perfect body paired with his perfect smell just flashing in her head for the rest of the day and all through the night.

the next morning yn starts her day in physics class, waiting impatiently as the clock moves in what felt like slow motion. art was next and the girl was just itching for it to come by faster. she was excited. for one, to show off her finished painting that she had grown to be insanely proud of. and also to see what the ever so handsome sungho had to present that day as well. when the loud ring of the school bell so much as touched the very surface of her eardrums, the girl got up from her seat, carelessly stuffing her belongings into her backpack and grabbing her large canvas before running out the door and over to the other end of the hallway and into the art room. to her surprise, she wasn't the first one there. instead, the boy she was oh, so fond of stood right before her. he looked particularly pretty that day, his hair neatly tucked behind his ear as usual and the pretty blue of his button-down shirt harmonious with his pale complexion. sungho's eyes widened a bit when she walked in, suddenly scrambling to keep his final piece hidden from her. weird, she thought, but figured he just wanted it to be a surprise for everyone to see later.

the atmosphere was awkward, much like all their other silent interactions, but it was he who looked flustered this time. a pink-ish colour decorating the high points of his face as he looked anywhere but at her for a moment. yn smiled softly at the rare sight of the usually composed boy, finding his shy demeanor just cute. their half-awkward-half-sweet moment was interrupted as the rest of the students entered the brightly lit classroom, their teacher following in shortly after. with a couple words from the old, artsy man who taught their class, it was finally time for them to present their final art pieces.

the first few people begin, leaving yn and sungho to be the last students to go, how convenient. "thank you, that was lovely! yn, you're next!" her teacher's voice knocked her out of the trance she didn't even realize she was in, the man's head tilted towards the front of the class where she was supposed to stand. finally, the girl walks up to the front, her canvas turned to face her, shielding her painting away from the eyes that were all fixed onto her. even his.

"so um...the theme for the project was the beauty in our surroundings, and to be real with you guys, i didn't really know what to do..." she starts, holding back the reveal of her piece. "but as i was coming up with ideas, i caught a glimpse of that plant over there" the girl lifts a hand out to point at the cluster of flowers near the window, the eyes of her peers following as they turned to look for themselves before averting their gazes back at her. "lilacs" yn says, finally turning the canvas around to reveal her detailed painting. the room is filled with a chorus of 'o's as she did so, "beautiful, tell us more!" her teacher butts in with a compliment. "well, when i first sketched this piece out, i kind of only did it because it was right in front of me. but after researching some more, i found out the true meaning that, in a way, really spoke to me" her eyes moved over to the boy in blue, his own ones meeting with hers as he listened carefully to her words, shooting her his signature smile that just always manages to send her flying. "it symbolizes the new and confusing feelings of first love. like you know, when you swear you don't like a guy and suddenly he smiles at you and that's all you can think about for days?" she pauses, as if waiting for her little audience to answer. "and so i think, even though these flowers meant barely a thing to me at first, the true meaning ended up being the most relatable thing ever. sort of like it was...fate" and with that her presentation comes to an end, her teacher shooting her a suggestive smirk as he walks closer to her. "so...care to share who you had in mind?" yn blushes, her cheeks and ears going bright red like a tomato. the man chuckles, patting her back lightly, "i'm just kidding. good job on the painting, go back to your seat please. and park sungho! you're up"

the girl walks back to her spot, making eye contact with her crush as he walks opposite to her to stand in front of the classroom for his turn. she watches as he stands up tall, back straight as he clears his throat, stroking a veiny hand through his hair. "so..." the boy starts, letting out a nervous breath before he speaks again. "when i heard the theme, beauty in our surroundings, i only had one thing in mind" sungho's tone is proud, and she swears he stopped to look directly at her for a moment. "and so my final art work is exactly that. a beauty, at least to me, that i have the privilege of sitting across from every single time i step foot in this very classroom" she can't process his words, not even when he makes proper eye contact with her. the girl's mind was blank, lost in her head as she stares lovingly at the handsome guy in front of her. "and the subject of my piece.." only then does she come back to life, a hand flying up to halt the quiet gasp that escaped her mouth. the boy's painting is revealed, a detailed portrait of none other that she herself.

"yn ln"

she's not the only one in shock, the whole batch of art students falling silent, leaving the tension to float over their heads and around the room. "wow" their teacher says, ruining the peace. sungho is left standing there, anxiously waiting for the girl to process her thoughts and say something, anything, to him. "so...thoughts?" he decides to ask, eyebrows quirking up in curiosity. "you..." she begins, now getting up to get closer to him.

"you know my name?"

sungho could only laugh at her choice of words, they had been the first words she'd ever spoken to him, you would think she'd say something else. "of course i do" he replies, looking down at her slightly shorter figure with a soft grin on his face. "how could i not? you're all i can ever think of!" this was the most expressive anyone had ever seen him, a rare hint of excitement in the way that he spoke. yn's eyes glistened, looking up to meet his as a stunned expression washed over her complexion. "and you?" he does all the talking, her mind still all over the place and the words not quite coming out right despite the fact that her mouth remained wide opened. "huh?" she questions, head tilting of to the side as she did so. he laughs again, beginning to pull at her hand that still held her own final painting. "who's this about?" another tense silence fell against the room, the pair had seemingly forgotten about the other students and their teacher who were watching the scene go down in front of them, as if the classroom were a theater and these two were the main characters of a film. "um..." she stutters while looking down, removing her gaze from him for a moment to look at her creation, like she needed to regain all the memories her mind had deleted to save space for all the thoughts of him. nodding softly, the girl meets his eyes once more, this time, she wore a pretty smile. taking a deep breath before her pink lips open to speak again.

"you"

sungho can't help but break into the world's brightest grin, his eyes disappearing into crescent shapes as he did so, failing to hide the giddy feeling in his stomach. yn does the same, finding the boy's reaction to be just so contagious. it seemed the rest of the class had gotten the ending they wanted, clapping happily at the pair's mutual confession. "how sweet" the old art teacher says, moving closer to pat both of the, now embarrassed, students on their backs. "and sungho, beautiful piece! i can tell you put extra care into the details, you studied your subject well" the art student boy nods gratefully at the praise, his ears turning into dark red splotches at the man's last few words. "and yn, you did great too! looks to me you will both be passing with flying colours! congratulations for that and for your new found love, as well" the man winks before sending his students off to their seats, announcing that the class was being dismissed early in the name of love.

"so..." sungho says from across her, watching intently as she unscrews her easel and puts her supplies away in her bag. he doesn't continue though, getting distracted by the way the sun shined against her freshly washed hair and forgetting all about the conversation he had just started. "hello? sungho?" her voice removes him from his trance. "hm?" he asked confused, wondering when she had made her way over to stand right in front him, just inches away from his face. "i said..." she trails off, boldly reaching out to sweep a strand of his dark hair behind his ear. "i'm free tomorrow, or you can pick a date and i'll be free" the boy's eyes get big, the words he wanted to speak coming out as a bunch of incoherent stutters. she giggles, "i'll see you tomorrow, okay?" the girl says, the pitch of her voice going up a little at the end as she did so, turning around to walk out the door.

"WAIT!" his sudden raise in his voice causes her to halt, turning back to be met with his handsome face just a breath away from hers. "you..." he stutters again, suddenly feeling a familiar awkwardness taking over him as he stares deeply into the pretty girl's eyes. "i don't have your number yet..." now it's her turn to widen her eyes, embarrassment sending a wave of goosebumps to go down her body. how could she forget? they've literally never spoke before this! of course, he didn't have her number! her sudden shyness makes his tummy tingle, he can't help but giggle. "right...sorry" she mumbles, and at this moment it took him every bone and muscle in his body to stop himself from just engulfing her into his arms and stealing her away from the rest of the world. "here..." she begins, grabbing a hold of his arm and pulling out a marker from her bag. he twitches slightly when the ink comes in contact with his skin, admiring her silently as she began to jot down her digits on his wrist, her eyebrows furrowing as she tried to remember the order of numbers correctly. "there" yn says, letting go of him and looking away as she stuffs the marker back into her bag. the girl looks up at him once more, the awkwardness fully disappearing as they zoned out for a minute, once again finding themselves lost in each other.

the bell rings, signalling for them to leave fast before they were late for their next class, removing them from their short trip to la la land. "so um...call me? or text me, whatever you want" yn says, earning a nod in return before she runs out the door to get to her math lesson. sungho stands there for a minute, looking over at the empty spot she was just standing in a second ago before averting his gaze to the numbers messily scribbled on his otherwise clean wrist. that same smile he always had plastered sheepishly on his handsome face, laughing to himself at the thought of finally conversing with the girl he too, had liked for the past three months since he enrolled in this art class.

even though that was the last they saw of each other for the day, the newly established pair of...what would you even call them? lovers? two people who mutually liked each other yet know little to nothing about each other...whatever they were, they went home with happiness in their hearts. yn slumped onto her bed, landing on her belly as she kicks her feet up and down gleefully. her earphones falling out slightly as she did so, causing the music that played to quiet down just a little bit. just then, the ping of her phone straight into her ear makes her sit up right in a matter of seconds.

i like you a lot btw :) - sungho

the unknown number's text sends a cluster of butterflies no- doves, to swarm in her stomach. she smiles, beginning to type a response, humming along to the quiet tune of the final verse of the beabadoobee song playing through her wired earphones.

i like you too. like a lot <3

and with that their confessions come to an end, bringing forth a new chapter in their love life. yn sighs in content, rolling over to lay on her side and she glances at the calendar hung up on the wall beside her bed. she gets up, grabbing a pink marker from her desk before walking up to it. on that day's date she drew a large pink heart, leaving a mark to remember the moment her deepest wishes came to life. right there in that art class, where all dreams seem to come true.

all my days, been trying to find a reason to stay. say my name, and i'll go ahead and pick a date, i'm okay, if you understand that this is fate, art class, art class.

the end.

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EEEEEEE i literally was blushing so hard writing this 🤒🤒🤒 PLS PLS PLS listen to art class by beabadoobee while/before/even after u read!!! each scene was loosely based on the song lyrics in order so ♡^^ anyways i hope u guys liked this, as usual reblogs n feedback is always appreciated <3 LOVE U GUYS AND LOVE ART CLASS SUNGHO 🙂‍↕️

[linked-through-the-centuries]

do you have any specific design choices in mind in order to distinguish between the different links?

I DO I DO, I’m just an awful artist so I can’t like… fully sketch out what I have in my brain but I can do my best to describe it!

Warriors: Would he even be HW Link without that damn scarf- It’s a staple part of who he is at this point, and it was a gift so of course he always has it. I haven’t done much to change what he wears, it’s very similar to the green tunic he wears in game, just with a lower cut V neck and the fabric of it reaches his knees. He has a few more “professional” looking outfits, he likes to dress nice and look presentable. Also I have designed him better boots because drawing his canon boots killed me. He doesn’t wear the blue earrings he did in game, he’s switched them out for gold ones

Tears: This guy’s wardrobe would have Warriors on the ground sobbing if the good captain ever caught the full extent of it. Tears likes to mix it up, wear new outfits, their favorite is the Frostbite Armor tunic with the strappy sandals you get at the beginning of totk, and he likes doing his hair nice, but that’s not always practical, so they have the hylian trousers and champion’s tunic that they wear most of the time. He also has multiple piercings, so they can wear more of their charmed earrings at once

Wolf/Twilight: Well right now he’s stuck as a wolf, but if he weren’t, he’d wear his Ordonian clothes. They’re comfortable for him, and they remind them of home (he really misses his family). He does still have his green tunic which is more comfortable to wear armor with, but again, he is stuck rn as a wolf so clothes are the least of his concerns. Tears saw he had pierced ears and gave him small earrings with guardian resistance

Sky: I’ve definitely redesigned his outfit in my mind quite a bit. I imagine he’s very attached to his green tunic, but I think he’d wear the red piece of his “casual clothes” (i don’t know what it’s called) over that. The sail cloth is wrapped around him kinda like a shawl. He has feather earrings from his loft wing, and he wears his blue earrings right above them (so he has two holes in each ear). Sky also has a tattoo that wraps around his right wrist (his sword arm), and it’s his loftwing’s wings

Tune: Another one I’ve redesigned a bit. He wears a loose fitting dark green tunic that he leaves incredibly loose around the neck, tucked into pants and belted. (Think William Turner from pirates of the Caribbean. There’s one specific outfit of his I’m thinking of, with the dark red shirt from I wanna say the third movie). He wears an eyepatch, and his hair is quite long and very curly, but he ties it up and out of his face. His hair also has several braids woven into it. He has a lot of piercings, several in his ears and an eyebrow piercing

Hyrule: Very similar to his in game design, simple green tunic with brown sleeves and brown pants. He doesn’t have much, but he likes his clothes. They’re a bit worn, so they have patches and places where embroidery covers small holes, and at this point he could afford to buy new clothes but he’s sentimental. Wears small gold hoops in his ears as a last resort to sell if he really runs out of rupees (it has never come to that)

Past: They have very long, bright pink hair that they sometimes tie up, but a lot of the time is just loosely braided to keep it out of their face. Down, it reaches just past his collar bones. He has a long green tunic that’s kind of dress-like, belted with a flashy belt, and wears shorts under it and then boots. The fabric of the tunic is a bit flowy like a dress as well, and Past has embroidered little patterns and flowers along the bottom hem. They got bored one day. They have a lot of earrings and necklaces, they like shiny things, and have a staff they claim is used to channel magic but really is just a fancy walking aid (he doesn’t need the staff to do anything magic related. It’s literally just cool to them and it also helps them walk when they need it)

Calamity: Champions tunic or full on soldier gear. He hasn’t learned to relax much, he’s always a bit stressed and he dresses to impress and to look “official”

Mask: He’s another one I took creative liberties with. He wears incredibly casual clothes, mainly a plain white linen shirt belted over plain brown pants, because he doesn’t want to be associated with the Hero of Time (which is he, he just won’t tell the others that) and he doesn’t own a whole lot of clothes. His hair is shoulder length and cut a bit choppily (he did it himself), and sometimes he pulls it back. He has simple but pretty blue earrings, which were a gift from Warriors for one of his birthdays during the war

Spirit: He wears his engineer’s clothes, they are usually covered in dirt or coal

Minish: He wears something VERY similar to his in game design, except I’ve also given him a small, darker green cape. He gets cold a lot, and he often wraps it tight around himself. He’ll also put the hood up sometimes to try to remind himself of Ezlo

One day I’ll have to get over my inability to draw and sketch these out, but for now I hope this works!! None of them wear the hats, those were just things they had for their adventures :)

If you have any more questions please ask them!! I would love to talk more about these guys I just literally don’t know what to say

[boyswhowawa]

Artificer Design!!

Or at least me working on it!!

This is the last drawing I did, and I think it really shows off the design well!!!! I really love this design I came up with, and it's with heavy inspiration from @snickerdoodlesart, so a bit more on that, and the design! under the cut

First things first, the reason I chose to take inspiration from Snickerdoodles' design is, because it's just super fucking rad and gender, ajsd;flkkjas;fkldjadkl;sfja

HOWEVER, I understand completely if taking inspiration like this is not okay, and I would be fine with deleting this design and restarting should you say so, Snickerdoodles, genuinely

regardless, some fun stuff!

first things first, I did some studies of Snickerdoodles' design, just simple ones, because I wanted to figure out what it was that I really felt was so like... fantastic about it???

(the answer ended up being "god everything comes together so well, the shapes and the dynamics of the scars and how the explosive things interact with it all just make for such a wonderful design that is like, the PURE energy of the character it comes from, in such a sincere way that I feel like this IS the character in every facet of what they could be")

but what I learned was that like, I wanted to try to have fun with the scars! so that's what I went for!

So then I started sketching, and I had this idea with the face

I wanted the eye scar to be like, totally bright similarly to Snickersdoodles' (admittedly a lot of the face scar comes from snickerdoodles...)

but I knew with some bits *around* the eye I wanted to have these extra little cuts, that sort of just... idk i like doing cheek markings and I thought this was a creative way to do it!! also the eyebrow is just three lines that are sometimes meshed together<3

I really really liked this face, so I keep it going forward

this is the next sketch I did, to figure out where I wanted the scars to be placed!!

this is kind of where I slightly decided I wanted Arti's head kind of hunched forward at all times, big huncho boyo, she's great

I also wanted just, a BIG burst spot on their tail, and like...

then I was like "oh i'm gonna finish this sketch actually"

then I--- inked on the wrong layer. aj;sdlkfja;klsdfjakl;j

so it got stuck like this and I couldn't do anything about it....

I think when I do color my arti properly again, I wanna have it lean over to a reddish dark purple rather than this

also i think the cherry bomb thing being like woven into the spear cloth was too much, and doesn't really work for arti's bomb spears ?

i just messed up a lot, basically

Oh! Also this is where I was like "oh I can put extra little light spots in Arti's scars...."

then I did this to sort of vaguely show what an explosion from Arti might look like, or more accurately, Artificer 'Igniting', rather than just doing bursts, I imagine this Arti revving up and just being extremely hot for a while, letting out bursts of energy still, but not able to do it as easily from a neutral, unignited state

this was SO fun to do, using pink and yellow is really fun when i'm trying to do something with strong energy

this also is where I feel I figured out everything I felt I needed to still figure out with the design, the scar placements, the scar styles, the shapes I wanted, etc. etc.

and then finally, I did a sort of pseudo ref for Arti!

and while I am super happy with this, and super proud

more importantly than that, I want to be sure that this is *okay* with Snickerdoodles, it wouldn't be right of me to just, steal things from your design for my own sake, and it's not like I'm starving for design ideas, I can probably think something else up if I try hard enough, so there'd be no harm done, and if you're at all uncomfortable with me taking inspiration like this, just let me know as soon as you can

[rei-caldombra]

Shimeji Simulation Manga Review- A Strange and Sentimental Story.

This is a hard manga to talk about. Not because it's bad or anything, in fact I think it's fantastic. It's just hard to describe what it's about and put my opinions on it into words. And I actually think this hard to describe feeling perfectly mirrors the tone and subject matter of the manga. There will be direct spoilers for the story. 

I first got into Shimeji Simulation after I watched and subsequently read Girls Last Tour (GLT). I absolutely love GLT, so I had to give Tsukumizu's other work a shot. By the way, to my knowledge Tsukumizu's gender identity is not confirmed by them so I will be referring to Tsukumizu as they.

The style and overall tone/vibe of Girls Last Tour carries over into Shimeji Simulation. Both stories focus on two young girls trying to find themselves in the world.

Tsukumizu's art style has not changed since her work on Girls Last Tour. I love this style. The faces of the characters are very simplistic but super cute. There is a lot of portrayal of buildings and structures, with them being incredibly detailed. I love this contrast. There is also a great sense of scale. Characters can go from looking small to large based on how they’re drawn. The style also has the look of rougher sketches. Like you can see in the thumbnail, lines are uneven, not always fully connected, etc. Hard to explain but I really like it. I think it fits the subject matter and something about it just looks very nice.

Shimeji Simulation is a true slice of life. The main focus is the girls just living their lives, with the world they are in being a very strange one. It's got a laid back but weird atmosphere. Things can be nonsensical at times, then very normal and casual. There's a lot of philosophy and poeticism. Topics can include the meaning of life, what people mean to each other, humanity, what objects can mean. One scene I really like that touches on this tone is the scene where Shijima and Majime talk about plushies. This also serves as an example of the manga simply being very cute.

They simply talk about plushies, like why Majime likes them and what nicknames she has for them. But you get this feeling that there is something deeper you can take out of this, even if you can’t quite put your finger on it. Shimeji Simulation’s writing strongly encourages people to think more deeply about normal things. To consider the meaning of objects and concepts. Shimeji Simulation is adept at making you think about and contextualize the world around you. And this theme is expressed and reflected directly through the story. 

When it comes to the story it’s also hard to describe. It starts out with Shijima exiting her closet and getting to know people and the world. Some time passes and they meet someone who's kinda like a god. Then Shijima’s scientist sister alters the fabric of reality, making it so everyone’s imaginations directly change the world. What truly makes this story special is that this is not something that is a horrible issue that the story makes clear needs to be fixed. The characters have to live with this. You see the characters adjust to the new way the world works. Some people like it and some people don’t. And the world does not immediately descend into chaos or anything like that. The people change and keep living. Even in a world where reality can change with a thought, life ends up being pretty simple. There is something so special and grounded about this. I think this story is a beautiful representation of the mundanity and simplicity that makes up much of the human experience. While also bringing up how complicated our feelings and places in the universe are.

Later on, reality basically falls apart, melding into this strange amalgamation of everyone and everything. You truly don’t really know what’s going on, as do the characters. The girls get separated, stuck in their own mindscapes. You see how their worlds are very different. But what they both want is to see each other again. They do end up finding each other. But reality does not get fixed. Their wish and what all of this meant is not clearly defined. In the end, all that really matters is that Shijima and Majime end up back together. And what you make of that and everything that led them to that point is up to you. 

There are a lot of takeaways you can have, particularly about what life means. I think life in this story can simply refer to being with the people you love. Life can dramatically change and throw things at you that make you uncertain and afraid, but you can push through it by sticking to what is important to you. Shijima and Majime’s love for each other allowed them to find each other amidst a chaotic world and be able to find happiness. As said before. I believe the manga encourages you to reconsider how you view yourself and other people. Everyone sees things from different perspectives and has unique ideas. We see this in the reality controlled by imagination, where everyone has different living spaces, objects, even bodies. And people generally seemed happy. Shijima is able to find Majime by exploring many different places in their world that are dictated by different people. By gaining new experiences and world views, she is able to recontextualize her own. Which enables her to realize her own feelings and get in the space that Majime is in.  

I feel this is one of those stories where you can really feel the author's feelings and personality in the work. And despite that, it doesn’t feel like it’s trying to convince you of any particular worldview. Rather it encourages you to look inward and come to your own conclusions. I would love to hear how any of you have taken from this story.

To conclude, I really like this manga and highly recommend it to anyone who wants a bizarre story that encourages deeper thinking while also making you smile with wholesome antics. It truly is a unique read, there is nothing else quite like it. I really hope you check it out if you haven’t. I don’t think this is a story that gets ruined by spoilers. It seems like Tsukumizu has another project in the works, so let’s look forward to that together (I hope the next one continues the trend of the previous protagonists showing up in noncritical ways. I want to see our potatoes, mushroom and egg again). Thank you for reading!

[indydrawsart]

Wednesday Progress Shots:

More below the cut.

Original rough sketch.

A more refined sketch; I decided I wanted it to be more like a creepy family portrait and added in her hands. I used symmetry for this one; I felt like it made it more uncanny.

Lineart. I use a rough, pencil-like brush for my linework.

I painted in some flats. I always include a little extra color/rendering on extremities to give it a little more, er… life. x) I decided the "blacks" shoulder be the same deep maroon I used for the lineart so the lines faded at this stage. However, I go in and change them to overlay, or multiply, or color burn, depending on what looks best. :)

Flats, with lineart adjusted for overlays and color.

I paint in and plan an approximation of my light source(s) in grayscale.

Shadows added in two layers. How much I used and how many layers varies from piece to piece. Whatever looks good and feels right to me.

Once I've painted in my lightsource, it's just a matter of adjusting the colors until I like how they look. I went with a sickly green, cold light for this one. It wasn't bright enough originally, so I created a new layer. I continued adding details until I was happy with it.

Then I add a layer of green set on "darken." It knocks out any whites. I tend to play around with this setting on most of my pieces just to see how things look. Another thing I do frequently (that is, when I remember), is set up a layer that allows me to check my values at a glance (basically, an all-black or -white layer set to hue or color). I can make sure I don't have too many midtones and such.

Yep. She looks good like this, too. After this, and most importantly I like to let the work "breathe." Especially if I'm unsure about it. I let it sit for a day (sometimes longer, if I've got the luxury), before returning to it.

The left was what I had. Sure, she looked okay, but I decided some things were missing, and her hair was way too light to be Wednesday's sharp black. Originally when I saw the piece in my head, I planned my light source from directly above. As the piece developed it came more from the side. So I added a little shadow to her face, too. And yet, we are still not done. Umm. I like adjustment layers. I like adding a flash of unpredictability to my art. Keeps me from being too nitpicky, and forces me not to get too stuck with one version of a thing. I'm bad about things like that.

So… I smack on some curves, or adjust color balance. Sometimes I just put layers with different colors over them. In the end, though, I always add some noise, chromatic aberration, and sharpen.

…and let's not forget to sign it, either. Heh. I usually add a simple square with my real initials in it, as well as one (if not more) of my social media platforms. Anymore that tends to be my tumblr because I've taken a fancy to this place.

So. Yeah. A walkthrough my process that you never asked for and I didn't really plan, so there aren't any pictures of tools or anything. Umm. Questions from the class? x)

The final result:

[lovelywingsart]

Here's an update, I promise I am alive!!!

I actually just got done playing Resident Evil 4 Remake, as well as replaying Village for a 4th time to work out some more details for Metalworks!

- RE4R was AWESOME, and it's officially the second RE game I've finished!!! I really loved it even though I did need some help from friends, and I do plan on eventually playing the other games as well! 😊💙 My favorite character was Luis, and yes I shot Krouser in the face with a rocket launcher. If you know, you know.

- Despite it being my 4th playthrough of Village(which I hopped into last night immediately after finishing 4R), I actually noticed a few things I hadn't before, specifically in Donnas section, which of course led into a few new headcanons both for Donnas part AND Karls(mostly Emelia), and even RE8!Mica thanks to Donna. I actually took a bunch of screenshots when playing as well, because I have... plans. 👀 Screenshot 'rendering' plans, like the one I did a while ago for Emelia. 👀👀👀

- This requires its own section because I'm including pictures, BUT- I also took the chance while going through the factory to write out some details about Emelias part of the game!

I've been meaning to write it out with a bit more detail, and I'm actually ADDING detail to it to flesh it out a bit more; but once the initial meeting in the Foundry is fleshed out, y'all are getting a Metalworks Main Timeline story for the first time in fucking forever. I'll *eventually* work out the meeting in the Survival AU, because there are some massive differences (other than the obvious). But I worked through the initial meeting as well as placement and all (done while looking around the room in game and all), and a nice chunk for what would be her Mini-Boss fight. What I DONT have is, obviously, the inclusion of items and all you'd be able to pick up for the fight, or the placement of her own 'diary' except for the very last page you find. I ALSO didn't include the part with selling the crystals to Duke which I just noticed, but I'll add that in later!

I dont think I'll play Shadows of Rose again immediately since it's also pretty fresh in my brain, and its easier to watch a playthrough since it's a simple layout/story instead of 'so much detail that a YouTuber would typically skip over but I need'. I'll work more on that at a later time when I'm farther into the Survival AU and get done alot of other things I want to do!

**If I DO write fully for the DLC, it will most likely be, like, 2 stories. One for her meeting Rose and another for when they beat Miranda again. There isn't too much in between.

But... yeah!! There's my massive text wall update.

Uploading to Instagram has been paused for a bit and I've been suffering through a depressingly large bour of art block(and probably impostor syndrome), hence why I played Village. It definitely helped, and I have a bunch of ideas for warm up before other big things.

Dear Mother is one of those things, as I've been stuck in the middle of the sketch because I hit a blank when halfway done. 🙃 BUT I'm gonna do a few things beforehand while hopefully chipping away at it, and once I get over the little speed bump of a panel I should be good!

I hope yall are as excited as I am, I'm really hoping that my brain works out fully to actually do everything I want. Its been a cycle of 'on and off again' for a good few weeks... hence why I took a break to play Resi. I figured it might help me clear my head a little and give some new ideas.

Here's hoping it works!! 💙

[ox24g]

I love your art! What is your process like for making your comics and other drawings?

Hello! Thanks so much, that's very kind of you to say, and I'm genuinely so glad my silly comics are being enjoyed 💖

With regards to my process, I'm very disorginised and inconsistant. Generally speaking, if I get an idea, I'll either doodle something of it or write it down on any scrap paper I have to hand. If I'm actually sat down at my desk and trying to come up with ideas, I'll write out a bunch of them until I settle on something I like.

(under the cut because I wound up rambling and adding too many pictures of WIPS)

The top image here in particular, I did on the train, on the back of an airplane ticket (I'd got stranded at Geneva airport for 9 hours with only my copy of The Hobbit to keep me sane). I then did a few sketches of this particular pose of Bilbo, and some more sketches of Bofur (which, unfortunately, I no longer have to hand) to figure out how I wanted to draw him, before re-doing the same image on a slightly larger piece of paper in pencils, then going over that in a fine-line pen (0.05 for characters, 0.5 for text), and scanning it to my computer where I could clean anything up.

This one with Thranduil, I got quite stuck on Bilbo's pose. I'd wanted to draw him from more of a high-angle, but settled on just drawing him straight on 😅

With this one, I got stuck on Bilbo's pose again, because perspectives is hard 😂

For this, I took a photo of myself from that angle and used that as a reference, but when doing this it's good to try and avoid just straight up drawing yourself into the comic (which I have accidentally done on occasion). The one in the middle facing left with a slightly pointy nose was the first sketch on the page and is really just a picture of myself. I drew this comic a couple of times before I was happy with it... I'm still not happy with it 😂

This was another one I had to draw a bunch of times to get Bilbo looking the right brand of scrunkly/ get the perspective right.

When doing initial sketches, I do them on pretty much any paper (and sometimes immediately regret that), but for the fully inked drawings, I'll put them on either gsm 100 or bristol board- the latter is needed if I'm using a dip pen.

For this one I did a bunch of thumbnails first, but also spent a good deal of time practicing drawing all the individual plants (mainly the meadowsweets). This was done with my dip-pen, so it had to go on bristol board. It was then scanned and I cleaned it up with Firealpaca. Probably not the best program for cleaning things up, but I find it very simple and easy to use. I think for this one, I did the colours first with pencils and then inked it afterwards. You'll see a red line on the left edge of the onion which was my sketch.

For this one, I put the scanned image into Firealpaca, then set that as a "multiply" layer and added all the base colours. Since it was perfectly in black and white from the scanner, using them as lines was easy. I then did "select-> brightness" on that initial scan layer (which only selected the most saturated parts/ the black lines), then made a new layer and just filled the entire selected area with red and made that a multiply layer for my lines. I duplicated the new lines layer and then made the duplicate a little blurry with the "gaussian blur" tool, for the nice fluffy lines look. All the shading is just one multiply layer in purple.

I cannot overstate my own laziness...

Anyway, I went on and really rambled probably without answering your question very well, so have some more dirt to show that I have no idea how to draw Thorin.

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Arulia...

So there is significantly less to cover and go over with Arulia than Em so we will be starting with her!

Arulia was originally designed to be a romanceable charcter for a scrapped project from around 2017. She was victorian-ish, Jane Austen vibey situation. Think Elizabeth Bennet at the end of the Pride and Prejudice (2005) in terms of hairstyle and mannerism.

This is one of two sketches I have remaining of this Arulia design. Unfortunately, lots of moving and accidental throwing away of documents has nearly caused this version and design to be lost.

After the scrapping of the project she was originally designed for, I took full possession of her character and pretty much overhauled her design (with a few exceptions).

At the time of taking back control of Arulia, I may or may not have been carzy obsessed with the romance visual novel app The Arcana. So there were, and still are, heavy style influences. Not saying I have banished The Arcana from my life lol (Asra is still and will always be my favorite).

I'll do some comparing and contrasting of the personalities after I get through the designs.

I thought, at the time of Arulia's redesign, it would be fun to use her as the MC for the story. It was fun! But much later it didnt quite feel right.

Arulia's new design was COMPLETELY different from her original concepts. Im talking wildly long hair, harem pants, puffy snow white-like sleeves, a skirt AND a sash, and some hair accessories! Because WHY NOT.

To be completely honest, at the time I was extremely proud of this. A lot of it doesn't make sense, the face shape was wrong, and she looked a lot younger than she actualy is. For some reason though, I still loved this design.

Also I had been exploring new art sytles that really didn't work well with this character.

I mean... to me this was PERFECT. Intil it wasn't. I actually don't think this design lasted the year.

There was too much and not enough happening at the same time. Because of that, I took to reworking the outfit, keeping the things I like and though suited her quite well, went back to her original face shape and picked things from her original design that just made sense to keep.

I think this is much more suited for my girl. It fits a little better with the character I created around her, and she fit pretty ok into the Arcana world.

My favorite parts of this outfit quickly grew Arulia to be my most drawn character. The shirt sleeves, the hair style, the massive earrings, and the simple patterns on her top.

This is the design that eventually got some offical color to it, but I was new to digital art and brand spaking new to procreate so a lot of mistakes were made.

I still think she cute though. Also, yes I borrowed a pose to help visualize how clothing would sit on her body.

I did spend a couple of years just skatching and drawing Arulia on paper though. My art journal from last year and the year before have almost every page with atleast one Arulia on it.

She consumed my every drawing hour. Not by force, because I begged her to.

I think a few months after I setteld on this outfit and look, I explored a couple other options too. What if she had these pants? What it her hair was different? What if she danced?

Had some really cute concepts of that! But nothing really stuck (look out for the pictures when they're found).

I settled on her more simple design because it was easy to draw repeatedly, easy for others draw, and kinda iconic. I had a few people telling me they haddn't see something like Arulia before and quite liked the concept.

That encouraged me to use her as the face of my streaming content until it didn't. More on that for a later time.

For now this is all I have to share, but Arulia, BY FAR, had the most doodles, drawings, and sketches, so look forawrd to seeing more of those.

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How Do I Learn To Work Faster By Studying The Work Of Other Artists Without Copying Those Other Artstyles AND Losing My Own Artstyle

[kenjakusbrainstem]

Introductory Training (Geto Suguru x Reader)

Contains: biting to draw blood, slapping, light impact play, wall sex, piv sex, power imbalance (physical and roles), pet names (baby, good girl), manipulative Geto, cult leader Geto, reader can use jujutsu but is just learning about it.

Hello! I've been stuck writing this on and off all week as the idea has been in my head since I watched jjk0 the second time. There's a fair amount more plot than I normally add, just because of how into this idea I got. Hopefully it all reads well and makes sense without being too ooc! I struggled a bit with a technique for reader, but I just went with something simple. Please reblog or comment if you enjoy it! It makes me very happy to see people enjoying the things I've written.

The energy at the temple was similar to most others. There weren't a lot of worshipers around though, though you supposed it was the middle of the work day.

You were here at your mothers insistence. She'd always written off the things you saw as an overactive imagination. Even as you grew into adulthood and began living on your own, she still implied that you were a bit crazy. The horrific things you occasionally saw were often reflected in your art, which is perhaps why she assumed it was just a dark creativity.

A friend of hers had a daughter that had been plagued by night terrors. They recently had found the help of a strange monk. After a simple visit and a few words exchanged, he miraculously healed her. Her relief was immediate, she didn't even need to sleep again to be sure whatever he had done had worked.

You were fairly sure it was all bullshit. Especially since your mother refused to accompany you, the things you insisted you saw had always made her uncomfortable. Part of you wasn't even sure why you'd come here. You had a small portfolio of sketches tucked under your arm as an example of what you'd seen.

It would be nice though. The thought of someone fixing you or somehow explaining what was going on. They didn't scare you like when you were young, but the alienating feeling of seeing things others didn't unsettled you still.

The hall you were supposed to meet the monk in was empty. You'd been let in here by some random worshiper and told that he would be with you shortly. The room smelled of incense and disinfectant, a strange combination for a temple setting. Everything around you seemed surprisingly legitimate, however. The building a lot larger than you'd expected.

You shifted on your feet, looking down at your watch only to jump a little. A small purple creature hovered around your feet. At least you had an example when the monk finally showed himself. Assuming he could actually help you. The creature lazily floated in circles around your ankles.

You looked around the room impatiently, rocking back and forth on your heels as you waited.

The sound of the door opening behind you pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned to see a tall man with beautiful long hair in monks robes enter the room.

"Good afternoon, I seem to have kept you waiting," he walked past you and up to the small arm rest that he used to seat himself before you. You didn't miss the fact that he hadn't apologized, or that he sat in an undignified manor. One leg bent to prop up his arm, while the other held up his head in an almost bored posture.

"You mentioned- seeing things, and I'm assuming you aren't medicated?" The monk asked, his tone one would use when speaking to a child or of lesser intelligence. While the words weren't callous, his sweet tone didn't match his body language.

You nodded, swallowing to prepare your typical explanation once again. You looked down at the creature still circling your legs, following it with your eyes briefly before raising your head to meet his gaze.

Surprisingly, his face had changed a bit as he observed you. A look of confusion spread across his face, but after a moment the serene mask was back in place.

"My mother contacted the temple. She worries over me too much and says someone needs to fix me. The things I see don't scare me anymore, as they haven't tried to hurt me since I was a child," you explained the same way you did to all the therapists she'd made you see before. "I brought this, it has examples of the things I've seen. I draw them sometimes."

The monk's hand left his knee and stroked his chin, clearly deep in thought. Probably about whether to kick you out or not.

"Are you and I alone in this room?" His question surprised you a bit. The intense look in his eyes burning a hole in yours, determined to see if you were speaking truth.

Your eyes dropped to the creature that had settled onto the floor next to you.

"No," you said, looking back up at him. A small smile settled on his face at your reply, it seemed more genuine than the mask he wore before.

Instead of replying he extended a hand toward the creature. You watched as it was pulled toward him by an invisible force. The creature was the only thing caught in the pull. You were transfixed as it warped and turned into a small black orb in his hand.

The monk stood to his full height, once again towering over your slight frame as he approached. Clasping your hand that wasn't holding your portfolio in between his two large hands, he beamed a seemingly genuine smile down at you.

"My name is Suguru Geto, and we have a lot to speak about. How about you follow me somewhere more private so we can discuss this. I want to know everything about you."

---

Your mind was swimming at everything Geto had told you.

On one hand, it was very validating to know that you weren't hallucinating and to learn why the creatures, curses, existed in the first place. It made sense, the explanation he gave you, most of your sightings even from a young age aligned with negative life events. Which also explained why your mother automatically assumed you just couldn't process trauma correctly.

Geto seemed much more genuine as you showed him your sketches. Explaining your past and the therapy you were forced into from a young age because of your mother. He kept glossing over your family, choosing to only regard her as ignorant of your potential and worth.

From your sketches, he recognized a few of the curses you'd previously seen. While not fully explaining his own abilities, he was even able to summon one he had somehow 'acquired' to show you how similar it was to the small one you'd seen earlier.

He had left you, for the time being. You sat on a small couch with now cooled tea for two in front of you. His was all gone, while you were still anxiously sipping yours.

Before he left you he'd asked you about your own potential abilities. You didn't immediately think of anything you could do, yet an offhanded comment caught his attention. You had mentioned something offhandedly about being able to recover quickly from injuries quickly if you focused on it. The one time you had mentioned it to your mother, she simply said you were just making it up and had never been injured, so you hadn't put much stock in it.

Geto seemed excited at the prospect of your ability, or cursed technique as he called it. He also seemed a bit frustrated, he obviously wasn't happy with your history. You appreciated his concern, but you weren't a child anymore.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, you appreciated all of the knowledge and validation he gave you, but you had spent more time here than you had expected.

As you were wondering when exactly you should leave, Geto returned.

"Apologies for making you wait, I had to see to an issue. Now where were we?" Geto sat back down across from you. He moved with a grace that you weren't sure was natural. There was just an ethereal quality about him. It was easy to see how he had amassed such a following.

"I believe you were asking me about my occupation?" You hadn't forgotten, you just weren't sure where the conversation was going.

He clapped his hands together softly, as if an idea had just struck him. The look on his face made you both reassured and uneasy at the same time.

"Ahh yes. You're going to need to quit that for me. It'll make things much easier," the smile on his face as he said it told you that you were right to be unsettled.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, somehow more confused than upset.

He rose and moved to sit next to you. You could feel his warmth through his thick robes, an arm coming up to wrap around the backrest behind you without touching you. Unaccustomed to contact from strangers, you froze up a little before you relaxed. He seemed strong, but a non-threatening aura around him made you feel safer.

Lifting his other hand to your jaw, he turned your face so your eyes looked into his. He left his finger lingering for a moment on your chin before returning it to his lap.

"Your innate technique is, unique. Very promising. I was hoping that you'd be willing to allow me to train you. I feel like you could be a great asset to our cause," Geto almost whispered to you. His voice noticeably lower and softer than the tone he was just using.

It was hard to think again. Something about what was happening felt so strange.

"I wouldn't mind you training me. Why would you need me to quit my job though? It's not like I can afford my apartment without it. Having an ability like this doesn't absolve me of the need for money," you protested.

You were of course open to learning more about the world you'd only been living on the edge of. Eager even. You still had real world responsibilities though.

A chuckle left Geto's throat. The sound made your face heat up for some reason, he was having a strange effect on you.

"Oh I'm sorry again for not making it clear. You'd be living here, no cost to you of course! You simply need to train, become educated on our world, and assist me whenever I need you," his offer seemed genuine. You couldn't shake the feeling that he saw you as a lost puppy.

Everything was happening so quickly and part of you felt foolish even considering saying no. No matter how fantastical things seemed, you yourself were proof of the things he'd told you.

"All of this is happening so fast, I'm not sure," your voice trailed off, looking up at his face, you'd hoped to find some kind of answer.

He still had that same smile on his face, though his eyes were a bit wider. Geto's hand once again moved up to your face, his fingertips resting gently next to your eyes as his palm cupped your cheek.

"Its always been happening, you've only just begun to learn. You've been told there was something wrong with you, when in reality you're very, very special," Geto's honeyed words sunk like claws into your head.

He was right. Whether it felt right or not, you knew what he said was true. It sounded like he was buttering you up slightly, but if he wanted you, for the cause of course, weren't you better off here than elsewhere?

"Honestly Geto, I feel like I should think this over more," you started, leaning your face into his large palm, "but if I can be special to you- er, your cause, then I think I'd like to help."

In the back of your mind you knew you'd have said yes eventually, a perpetual people pleaser with a yearning to belong; its like you were made for a role like this.

"Perfect. I know you'll be good for the cause," Geto's voice still an almost whisper, "I know you'll be so good for me too, won't you?"

Your breath caught in your throat. Eyes flying up to meet his, sure that you must have misunderstood his words. Or at least mixed up the implications. But his thumb stroking your red cheek and his half-closed eyes told you that you'd understood perfectly.

"I-," you stuttered, fumbling over your thoughts and words under the heat in his gaze.

"Curse got your tongue? Why not let me have it instead?" the smirk on his face made you blush almost as much as the words.

Geto's hand slowly urged your face close to his, stopping only when there was an inch of space between your lips. His nose brushing up against yours, like he was daring you to make the next move.

Leaning forward you pressed your lips to his soft ones. The kiss soft at first, a gentle caress of lips. His tongue sliding slowly out of his mouth and tracing your bottom lip gently. You parted your lips slightly for him. His hand slid into your hair, tangling his fingers in the strands.

The peaceful kiss suddenly turned intense when Geto's tongue surged into your mouth. You tried to keep up but his hand holding your head in place and the frantic way he kissed you was overwhelming. His tongue swirled around yours and you felt yourself melt.

The urge to be a more active participant overcame you. Pressing yourself closer to him you sucked at his tongue in your mouth. The hand in your hair tightened to the point of pain before he pulled your mouth off of his.

Both of your faces flush, he gave your lips another small peck before sitting back to an upright, proper posture.

"There will be more of that once you improve yourself," Geto whispered, winking at you.

Maybe you had gotten yourself into more than you'd bargained for.

---

It had been a week since you'd been introduced to this world. Master Geto, which is what he preferred to be called by his followers, had introduced you to a few of the other curse users that lived at the temple. They all seemed to welcome you with open arms, their kindness surprising you.

You hadn't seen much of Master Geto though, only seeing him whole he was teaching you about using your innate technique. He apparently used to know someone with a similar ability. There had been a few other people teaching you about strength training and meditation for accessing your cursed energy.

It was draining, but you were getting the hang of it. You could heal small wounds on others now, only if they had been inflicted recently.

Master Geto had speculated that you'd be able to heal larger wounds on yourself, but you hadn't taken any serious injuries since arriving at the temple. You were supposed to test it as you got injured while fighting, but since you had no previous experience you'd only been working on endurance.

You'd never been much of an athletic person.

It was a bit hard to focus on training at times. That was more Master Geto's fault, technically. Since your kiss upon deciding to live at the temple, the two of you hadn't had much time together, let alone time alone.

He acted kind, patient with your lack of martial prowess, and was helpful with meditation when he was around. It was just that he was a very busy man. Being the figurehead for a 'religious' group was apparently time consuming.

Today though he had set aside time to practice basic combat with you. You were also supposed to be pushing the limit of your technique. The idea was intimidating, mostly because it meant someone had to be injured.

You walked into the training area, a gym-like room, to find the strength training equipment you'd been using pushed to the side. This room was off of the living quarters toward the back of the temple area. You'd only seen a few of the people living at the temple in this room, but you hadn't entered alone before.

Surprisingly, you could count on one hand the times you had been alone here and not sleeping. It made sense in your mind at least, as kind as they were, you were still like a stranger in their home. Bonding ocer being curse users was easy for them, but so was an anxiety over new people.

A large mat stretched across the floor, reminding you of floors you had seen used during gymnastic practice at school. While you waited for Master Geto to arrive, you stepped onto the mat to begin warming up. You pulled the black sweater you'd been given over your head, leaving you in black leggings and a tank top.

Lowering yourself to the ground, you sat and spread your legs as wide as you could, stretching to touch your toes. Alternating sides when you could feel the stretch in each limb.

"Good to see you taking this seriously," the voice from behind you startled you. You hadn't heard anyone enter, but you knew who the voice belonged to.

Turning your head and looking up you saw Master Geto in his typical monks robes. You wondered if he was going to train you in those. He was obviously strong, you could see in the way he carried himself, but you couldn't help but feel insulted somehow.

"Of course I'm taking it seriously," you hopped back to your feet.

"Everyone that has worked with you said so too. I'm glad you're taking to this so well. Not everyone is willing to sacrifice their boring lives for one like ours," Geto smiled at you as he spoke. The facade he wore when you first met gone, replaced by a genuine look of appreciation.

His hands slid into his long black hair, untying the half bun. Raking his fingers through the inky strands, he pulled all of it up into a high ponytail on top of his head. You watched, entranced momentarily by how beautiful he looked.

"Are you taking training me seriously?" you asked, peeved that he was planning on wearing something so formal during training. It shouldn't have bothered you so much, but you also had to admit you wanted to see what he was hiding under the thick robes.

He scoffed, the smile on his face faltering briefly as he finished tying his hair.

"I take you very seriously. You could potentially be a very important for us, for me. Even if your technique isn't combat based, you still need to be able to defend yourself," he said, sounding more serious than any other time he'd spoken with you.

You felt heat rising to your face, unaccustomed to being taken seriously because of the things you'd always seen.

"I- uh- I just meant you fighting in your robes. They look, heavy and restrictive," you tried to explain what you meant, trying to steer away from serious topics.

He chuckled to himself, smirking at you, his hand reaching to the knot in the front of his robes.

You suddenly regretted saying anything.

"Are you sure you don't just want to see me undress? You wouldn't be the first try fight me as a veiled attempt to touch me," he winked at you before turning away from you. He laid the parts of his clothes on a weight bench as he removed them.

You coughed, not knowing what to say. Simply choosing to observe him instead of replying. When the thick material was fully removed you admit you were a bit disappointed to see the black shirt he wore. Unlike his baggy pants however, it was skin tight.

"Do you always watch people undress this closely or am I as important to you as you are to me?" Geto asked teasingly, peering over his shoulder at you.

Before you could respond he peeled the tight shirt from his body. Revealing his strong back, the splashes of ink covering it a surprise. A large, intricate black dragon was tattooed across the skin, stretched taut on the rippling muscle.

You wondered why, if he looked this good, did he go through so much effort to cover up. Perhaps he wanted to seem non threatening. His bare body like this was quite intimidating even without the tattoo. Part of you regretted asking him to change clothes.

Turning to face you the surprises didn't stop. His broad chest wasn't too shocking, but the large X-shaped scar across his chest was alarming. It was obviously old, but still the scar tissue contrasting with his skin was unexpected.

"Your chest-," you started, going into the obvious question.

"We won't be talking about that," the flirtatious air in the conversation was gone. By tone alone you knew better than to press for answers.

Geto stepped onto the floor mat, closing the distance between you two but you stepped back. His intimidating appearance and the tone shift making you nervous. You stepped a bit too quickly though and stumbled but before you could hit the ground you felt a large hand on your back steadying you.

He pulled you upright as if you were a rag doll for him to move how he pleased. The idea made a fire start in your gut that his hands weren't helping with.

"Uh oh now, be careful. Just because we're going to work on more violent things today, it isn't an excuse to get injured so soon. We don't want you using too much cursed energy before I've even made you bleed," the playful tone had returned. Combined with the proximity you could feel your heart beating faster.

"Sorry Master Geto, you startled me," you apologized. You stayed where he put you, his hand resting on your lower back. You looked up at him, waiting for him to step back.

"I'm going to do much more than startle you today. Now lets get started. First we're going to work on you landing blows on me while dodging my attacks. I expect you to heal yourself with every injury you take."

---

It felt like the two of you had been at it all day, when in reality it had only been a couple hours. Master Geto was much faster than you had anticipated. Dodging wasn't hard at first, but the longer you two practiced, the faster he moved.

Every blow he landed stung, even if you could tell he was pulling punches. Healing constantly while dodging made it more difficult as well. It also didn't motivate you to see him shrug off every one of your punches.

"If that's as hard as you can hit, I think we need to focus more on strength training," Geto said, catching your left fist that was headed to his ribs.

Annoyed with his words, you put all of your strength into a fist headed straight for his face. His face was the only thing he hadn't let you hit yet, but he didn't stop this one.

The feeling of his nose crunching beneath your first was strange, the sound stranger. You followed through with the blow, pushing his face completely to the side. You felt his grip on your other wrist tighten as he forced you close to him. Your body pressed up against his as blood trickled from his nose and onto your shoulder.

"Oh so you just need a bit of edging to get serious? Why'd you wait until now to hit me like you mean it?" His hand not gripping your arm had a bruising grip on your hip.

You tried to squirm away but his strength was too much, Geto manhandled you into the air, turning you around and placing you into a full nelson. You'd gotten out of a hold earlier but you could tell he was using more strength. Kicking at his legs he lifted your body fully into the air before dropping you on your ass.

Sitting, dazed on the ground for a moment until you heard a crack and low moan from behind you.

"Stand up and come here," Geto commanded. You quickly moved to steady yourself and stand in front of him. Legs a bit wobbly from being slammed onto the ground. Taking your hands in his, he pressed your palms to his cheeks.

"I've set the bone, if you could just heal the tissue," he said. He hadn't cleaned the blood from his face and some still trickled out. You cringed at the hot liquid. Pressing your fingertips into the sides of his nose, directing the flow of your energy into his face.

A small light emitted from your fingers as you healed the damaged flesh. Despite being a small wound you were already tired, so it took a lot out of you. The glow the light cast into your eyes made him look more otherworldly, like a holy figure he portrayed himself as.

You didn't miss the look of desire in his eyes as you started to pull your hands away. His hands tightened around your wrists, keeping them by his face. Pulling your fingers down to his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and licked his own blood from your skin.

The feeling of his tongue on your skin reminded you of his overwhelming kiss and you felt your face grow redder. As he got the last bit of blood off your hands he let go of your wrists. Your left hand fell to your side while the right hand stayed.

Emboldened by his suggestive gesture you wiped your fingers across the blood staining his chin before pressing your them to his lips. His eyebrows lifted but he opened his mouth and let you guide your fingers in.

Sucking at the appendages, he swirled his tongue around it causing you to shiver. One of his hands came up to hold your chin.

When Geto opened his mouth, you removed your fingers coated in his saliva and put them in your mouth. You sucked it clean before resting your hand on the forearm of the hand on your face.

"If you wanted my spit in your mouth that badly, you could have just asked for a kiss. I know you haven't forgotten it," Geto whispered, his grip on your chin tightening, "I just wanted to see how worthy of my time you'd be before I decided to fuck you."

His words turned you on almost as much as his tongue on your fingers had. Something about how he knew that you'd let him ravish you. His confidence was so sexy, it didn't stop you from wanting to be a little defiant though.

"You just assume I'd let you?" You asked, staring up at him. Of course you would, but you still wanted to have a little fun first.

He chuckled darkly, the look in his eyes was hungry. It seemed that he liked when you sassed him. Geto manipulated your head to the side, exposing your neck. He ran his nose up from your collar bone to your ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin before he spoke.

"You haven't proven yourself yet, baby. I still need you to heal yourself more. I want to see you exhausted of cursed energy and too fucked out to think," Geto whispered, his words making the heat in your guts flare more.

You let out a soft moan at the gentle press of his lips on your neck. Geto pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone. He nudged the strap of your tank top over and sucked a bruise onto your skin.

Grabbing your hand, he pressed it against the red skin.

"Heal," he commanded, kissing the back of your hand. It was so hard to focus but you channeled your energy into the superficial wound. He sighed, "such a good girl."

You brought your other hand up to grip at his muscular back.

Sliding his lips off of your hand and into the crook of your neck. You felt him smile against your skin before biting down. At first the sensation made you moan, but he kept applying pressure. You felt the hot pain of his teeth cutting into the sensitive skin.

You tried to jerk away, and surprisingly he let you, but the skin on your neck tore forcing a choked scream from your lips.

Scrambling to stop the pain you covered the wound with both hands, energy already flowing through your fingers. As the flesh stitched itself together, the sharp pain became a dull ache.

"I didn't even have to tell you that time, good girl. I told you I was going to make you bleed. Do you think you have any more energy left, baby?" Geto asked as he messed up your sweaty hair. You slapped at hus hand but his fingers had already twisted into the strands.

Before you could answer he struck your face with an open palm. The slap stung more because he held your head in place. You looked up into Geto's eyes and you could see your own desire mirrored in them.

No matter how painful everything was, you still wanted more of him.

"You love this don't you?" He asked as he pulled you back in close, again moving your body as if you were weightless. Pressing his nose into your neck, he kissed at the newly healed flesh.

You gasped, nervous that he'd tear the flesh again but his gentle sucking took your breath away. Wrapping your arms around his neck you braced yourself before jumping up, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly.

His hands flew to catch you, gripping your ass tightly and holding you against him. Despite the surprise he supported your weight well.

"Please fuck me Master Geto, I'll get stronger, I'll do anything," you begged. It surprised you how much his violence turned you on, but you knew he was the only thing you'd wanted.

One of his hands slipped up from your ass and under your shirt, pressing you against his body. Your position, now sitting on his hips put your face level with his. Taking advantage of the angle you kissed him. It had been a week since the kiss you shared before but this one was just as passionate.

As you expected he pushed his tongue into your mouth in an overwhelming kiss. Again you sucked on his tongue, making him moan into your mouth. When he pulled away to catch his breath, you nipped softly at his lips.

Geto moved back into kiss you but you took his bottom lip between your teeth and bit down. You were glad you kept your eyes open because the sight of his eyes rolling back at the mix of pleasure and pain was worth any injury you'd gotten.

The grip on your ass turned bruising, you were sure it'd leave a mark. The blunt nails dug into the skin of your back. You both moaned into each others mouths.

One of your hands came from around his back to shove your fingers in his mouth. He desperately sucked at them as you healed his bloodied lip.

Sliding your fingers from his lips you brought them up to his hair, pulling his hair out of the ponytail and running your fingers through the long strands.

Your lips met again, kissing just as intensely as before. You felt Geto walking but were too focused on his lips and body against yours to care where you were going. Only when you felt the wall against your back did you realize what he was doing.

Holding you up with his hips pinning you to the wall, both hands again fell to your ass, squeezing the supple flesh. One hand moved between your bodies and down to cup the soaked fabric between your legs.

You moaned loudly into his mouth, trying to grind into his hand.

"You're so desperate, why don't I fuck you here then?" Geto half moaned against your lips. To you it seemed like you both were desperate.

The grip on your ass lessened only for him to dig his fingers into the fabric of your leggings and rip them, tearing a large hole in them. The cool air against your hot skin was surprising as you kissed his neck, trying to hide how desperate you were.

Geto's long fingers against your soaked pussy made you bite into the skin of his throat, not hard enough to break skin though. The tips of his fingers rubbing your clit roughly. A shiver went through your whole body at the pleasure he so easily brought you.

Geto lifted your body up further, pressing you into the wall with his chest, taking the chance to kiss your throat again. His hands moved to push his baggy pants down enough to free his aching cock.

You slid back down the wall as his hand settled on your ass again, now you could feel his thick cock rubbing against your wet pussy. Shallow thrusts spreading your pussy juices all over his cock.

"Next time, I'll take my time with you. I just need your pussy right now, baby," Geto's voice sounded breathless as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit.

Your gasps and moans all he needed as a response. One of your hands pulled his hair, wrenching his lips from your neck and back onto your own lips in a more gentle kiss. Not overwhelming but just as passionate.

Feeling the head of his thick cock at your entrance had you grinding down to help him enter at this angle. When it started to slip in, the stretch made an arm tighten around his beck and your other hand dig into his bicep.

Geto groaned in your mouth at the tight heat engulfing his cock as he pushed further into you. The feeling of being split open was overwhelming but it felt mind numbingly good.

You hadn't seen how large he was before but with how stuffed full you felt and him still not all the way inside of you was surprising. Your back arched as far as it could wedged between the wall and Geto's strong body.

Geto pulled out, leaving just the tip of his cock inside. His grip on your hips tightened as he forced himself all the way inside you. You moaned loudly at him filling your pussy completely and stretching you.

His hands guided you as he pressed your shoulder blades into the wall. He began fucking into you at a brutal pace. The crys and moans spilling from your lips constant at the speed of his thrusts.

The feeling of his cock dragging against your walls made the heat in your guts more intensely. You'd never been so stretched open from a cock before, you almost couldn't believe how good he felt.

You felt the muscles in his back straining with how hard he was fucking you. His strength was astounding to you, feeling yourself gushing around him with every thrust.

Geto snapped his hips up, burying his cock fully inside of you as he repositioned your body. Bracing your legs up over his shoulders, forcing you to spread even wider for him. Your arms both holding your self up, wrapped around his neck. It was hard to focus on anything other than wanting him to start moving again.

"Hold on now, I'm not stopping until I fill you with my cum," Geto's vulgar words had you nodding dumbly at him, unable to speak properly.

When Geto resumed fucking into you, you swore you could never feel this good again.

The new angle opened you up to be able to take him in deeper somehow and every thrust made your mind blank with how much pleasure he was giving you.

You felt yourself close to orgasm and kissed at the side of his face. Trying to distract yourself and last a little longer. You'd never cum from just a cock before, always needing more stimulation, but this was too much.

Geto felt your pussy clench around him as you came all over his cock. He moaned at the sensation of you trying to milk his orgasm from him.

Fucking you through your orgasm, he made you see stars. Geto was determined to fill you with his cum as he put all of his energy into his deep thrusts.

Turning his head he kissed you sloppily, open mouth and all tongue just like your first kiss. He buried his cock inside and you felt him coat your insides with his hot cum. Shallowly thrusting against your messy pussy as he rode out his orgasm.

Geto stood against you for a moment still inside you before slowly pulling out and lowering the two of you to the floor.

You used what was left of your strength to crawl on top of him, collapsing on top of him as you kissed at his cheeks. The angle causing your dripping pussy to rub against his spent cock. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation before kissing you softly.

"After we both rest, I'm going to make you cum so many times you won't remember anything but how to worship me," Geto sighed against your lips before lazily kissing you again.

[radioofdoom]

Hey maria! Ohh some headcanons for Luke x daughter of Hecate?

(also do you take requests for gods as well? Not me having crush on Deimos lmao)

You asked for luke hc’s and I got ya jsdhsjs. Also idk about Gods because I’m pagan and I worship the Greek Pantheon (Apollo specifically.) If you mean pjo!Gods, maybe I’ll be able to write for them? But if you mean the actual Greek Gods from mythology I can’t TvT sorry.

PS. THIS TURNED OUT TO BE SO LONG OMG 😭 warning for angst at the end

Luke Castellan x Daughter of Hecate!Reader

Meeting Stage:

You first met Luke when he was 14, still new at the camp and consoling a crying Annabeth after Thalia got turned into a Pine Tree.

You helped Luke and Annabeth adjust to life at camp half-blood, even though you can see Luke feels bitter about the gods.

Slowly but surely the two of you were getting close, you stayed at the same cabin as he due to being unclaimed as Hecate never had a cabin in Camp Half-Blood

Friends/Crushing Stage:

Being close to Luke equals being close to Annabeth, and Luke sometimes uses Annabeth as an excuse to see you or spend time with you

“Annabeth wants us to check her sketches out”, “Annabeth said we should go with her to see something at the Big House ”

Needless to say, you fall for this trap plenty of times, not that you minded. Being with Luke made you happier

Does he steal you some stuff from the camp store just because you mentioned wanting one? Yes, yes he does

Asking You Out:

Is he nervous? No, he’s not nervous, like seriously, no he isn’t.

Okay maybe just a little, but it doesn’t stop him from just asking you if you wanted to hang out with just the two of you

In the middle of having a pleasant conversation with him, he just suddenly drops the question

“Hey, so you know I like you right? Yeah well, do you mind if I become your boyfriend?”

He just says it, straight up. No preparation, no nothing. He just drops the question and expects you to answer. Will he be severely crushed if you said no? Yes, he will be, but he didn’t think of that

Will respect your decision if you said no, though I will warn you. You’re most likely going to be one of the reasons why he joined Kronos’ forces

Relationship Stage:

So you said yes? Great! He honestly never think it would get this far, but he just said things on impulse so you’re stuck with him now.

Late-night talks at his cabin became frequent ever since you started dating, sometimes if no one in that cramped cabin is watching, he’d sneak into your bunk or sleeping bag and cuddle with you

Annabeth being sad for a week straight because her “hero” is dating someone. Though she forgave you immediately because it was just a childish crush

Soon you and Luke became the camp’s OTP ship

He’d kiss your face all over quickly while cupping your cheeks a lot, mainly because that makes you laugh and he just loves seeing you laugh and smile

PDA? Sure but he wouldn’t be too much, but just enough that you would feel how much he cares and loves you as his girlfriend

Dates with him would also be common, though most of them are simple dates like a picnic near the hills of camp half-blood, a movie date, etc.

That all changed when Percy Jackson came around

You were Luke’s everything even after he betrayed camp half-blood, he tried multiple ways to get you out of danger even when he allied with Kronos, he would try and explain to you why it was better to ally with Kronos and that he could help you understand your powers, leading you to find out you were a daughter of Hecate.

Even if your mother allied with Kronos, you knew it was wrong, but you loved Luke, and you were willing to betray Camp Half-blood for him, which lead you to become the spy for Kronos

During the entire time Luke was leading Kronos’ Forces and you following, you knew deep down this was wrong, but you couldn’t help it. You loved him

You only faced the truth of the situation when Luke became possessed by Kronos.

You were horrified at what had happened to the person you loved “Luke is gone, Kronos replaced him” was what all your mind could say and the followers of Kronos would say, you wanted this to stop, to help him so you bit down your shame asked camp half-blood for help

Death:

During The Last Olympian, you couldn’t help but lose hope, even if Annabeth had said Kronos isn’t settled into Luke’s body yet. It just feels hopeless, but you still had a tiny, tiny bit of hope.

So during that final stand-off, you were there. Yelling at Luke to come back, to come to his senses and stop Kronos from overtaking his body because you knew he was still there. Buried deep within

And when he finally did come back to his senses, you sobbed, he was back, the Luke you loved was back, but that happiness was short-lived

You tried to find ways to get rid of Kronos on the spot without having to go with Luke dying,

But he had to die, he crawled up near you, beaten and bloody from the fighting to give you one last kiss. A goodbye kiss

He said, when he goes to the process of rebirth, he wished he’d see you once again and have more time. As that was his only regret, that you two didn’t have enough time.

[bemylord]

↠ toji with a virgin s/o ↞

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, aged up, size kink [?], oral [fem!receiving], virgin reader, first time, lost of virginity, praising, toji calls himself daddy, grammar errors.

word counter: 3.2k

rq: I would like to request a oneshot? a hc would be appreciated too though. Toji with a virgin gf who can’t even make herself cum? Just how he would like to destroy her :)

butler's remark: (◕‿◕) hello lord, i'm back with an oneshot with toji being tremendously tender with his lover for the first time. in addition, reader is a citizen. sorry, i did it soft, bc i think toji will super-extra-super soft for the first time with his s/o, only for the first. i hope you'll like that, thanks for the request ;)

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you've been an ordinary citizen and had never planned to date a sorcerer or someone close to this specialty. you ain't cowardly, merely as you were thinking you'll marry a simple man and will have kids with him, and die in one day like lovebirds.

you had never considered yourself being stuck in a relationship with a sorcerer killer.

you were overworked, virtually sleeping as were walking in the empty street, dreaming to get home as soon as possible, to feel the silk sheets against your back. the area where your office was located had little street lighting, although, you hadn't felt the anxiety of being robbed or something worse. the day went lingeringly and horrible due to the boss who declared you as a temporary deputy, piled you up with a stack of papers.

but, this is life, anything might happen. all of a sudden, you overheard something behind you but as you looked back - there was nobody, as soon as you turn your head to the starting position, you saw a young, skinny man who is holding a knife in his hand.

'hmm~ look who's here, a young, gorgeous lady..' he said with his disgusting, lewd voice, coming closer to you. 'would you mind playing with me? don't be shy or els-'

you have a perky personality, no doubt, but because of how hard the day was, you had one option - run for the hills. before you could do any movements as if hit the man or run away, something prompt hit him, like a swift meteorite that you couldn't see. a cloud of dust grew around you and the man, so you hide your face in the elbow curve, covering your mouth with another hand.

as soon as the dust had settled, in front of you opened up on the view of an adult man. he was high, had an athletic, broad-shouldered, pretty impressive figure. your savior held the blade in one hand, flopped on his back.

'he ran away like a coward. don't worry, girl, you saved, thanks to me' he laughed, he stroked himself on the shoulder, as were about to leave the dead body.

'no i'm not! i'd have protected myself on my own'

you refuted his smugness, watching as he slowly moves his torso in your way, flaunting his outlining muscles through the fabric of the black t-shirt. his complacent eyes and the sharp scar over the right side of the mouth on the edge of his lips. you took a deep breath, continuing on your path as he isn't standing there, not hadn't protected you.

'you're too weak to beat even him, if not me, you'd be-'

'i am stronger as i may look'

he giggled, in a flash stood in front of you, bending over to your face, by finger tugs your face up to look at him directly in eyes, smirked.

'are you sure, girl?'

those green, almost emerald, but cold eyes looked directly into yours as two faces were as closed as you could kiss his lips.

'i'll walk you home'

'i don't want to, and anyway, maybe you're his partner in crime, leave me alon-'

previous to you had finished your phrase, he threw your tiny body on his shoulder, leisurely walking, better say, carrying you home. you beat his back, softly reminiscent of a parody of the word 'let me go, moron, i can walk by myself'

'tch, fine, idiot,' he deliberately shrugged his shoulder to close your mouth as heard the name you had given him. 'by the way, what's your name or you prefer the name idiot?' you said sarcastically.

'for you it's toji'

well.

as a result of your crawl and also being talkative when clearly you shouldn't be, you ended up being in a relationship with a man, who'd obviously fuck you on the first date, as it may count as a 'date', anywhere-anytime, by the way.

although you wouldn't ever say he isn't hot or sexy, conversely, you willingly allow him to breed, precisely you'd beg toji to breed you on the straightaway on the cervix, but for one thing.

you're a virgin.

hilariously - it's true. nothing bad to be in your age a virgin, but if you weren't dating toji it'd fine: his dirty jokes and lustful eyes which are maddening you insane, also his fucking athletic body which is outlining through the t-shirt or white cotton shirt [he wear it once] you thought he did it purposely: he knew your secret, undoubtedly could sniff your chaste nature as if you can emit fragrance.

on the second date, it had been nine days since you got acquainted with him, as you moved in with him. toji was exceedingly obsessed with every step of yours - he followed you from the work, in the mall or market, for your security and control every guy who'd be close to you.

although, you couldn't hide your addiction - he's a drug you should be careful with or you might be addicted as if you ain't. he isn't wearing pants in home, walking in front of you solely in underwear. he could walk from the shower in a terry towel wrapped around his torso as he buries his hands in his dark hair mess it up.

'what are you looking at, girl?'

you couldn't take your eyes off his bulging..

'you. just you. i'm gonna cook dinner, something.. special?'

'eggs, baby'

fushiguro put hands above the door frame, exhale and tensed every muscle, narrowing predatory eyes as you were the extraction he was target for. you're laying on his king size bed [lol i'm sorry i'm out], wondering is everything he has gotten measured in king size as he interupted your reflection by putting the knee on the edge of the bed.

'mine. in your pussy'

as if you're bewitched - you couldn't talk, just contemplate as he leisurely moves towards you. you couldn't contravene as he tugs your face to ogle in your absentminded eyes as you're avoiding his gaze, looking at the ceiling or door or even window. not. at. his. bulge.

your heart had stuck in your throat when toji ran his hand under his shirt, certainly, he has a kink of dominion, when he suddenly stopped. despite of your uncertainty and timid of subsequent play, you looked at his emerald eyes as he licks his lips with a tongue.

'are you sure, baby girl? i mean, it's your first time after all'

you quell your forthcoming question staring deeply into lascivious eyes, put hands on his massive shoulders. as you anticipated, his cock twitched as toji letting out a low groan in your ear, kissing your temple. you're absentmindedly running finger pads on his back, not knowing the proximity of bodies that are readiness wanted to intertwine together. not knowing how much it turns him on.

'stop me if i go crazy over your body, okay?'

as if. as if you dare would rip out his tongue off your crotch as he makes you his woman. toji left on your red cheeks quick kisses, took off the towel. you shut your eyes tight, still holding his shoulders barely squeeze them, letting out a hushed moan.

after you quelled your moan, toji touched your lips against his one, running fingers on your lower stomach to the cup of the breast without touching the hard nipple. light movements mixed with his muted groans. his pads deftly touched one areola as you emitted a sharp purr, arching your back a little as a dulcet sign for toji.

you dug your fingers into toji's back, as he put a finger on your hard nipple, holding himself as to grab your tits and clench it in his large hand.

you gasp for the air as if there was a catastrophic shortage of it due to the pressed body of toji. you responded at his deep kiss, wrapping hands around his neck, apparently begging for something more.

he pulled away from the kiss just to take off the shirt he has given you, baring your untouched by no one but him tits, leading palms onto breasts, skipping nipples between the gaps through fingers. he reached down to your lips to give a bit of warning kiss as he slightly bit your lip, kissing all the way down to your collarbone, finally leaving there manifestations of hickeys.

for how long toji has been stopped from leaving on your stunning skin his marks? it seems it has been absolutely not many days but toji, as you may see, clearly has to leave labels on your neck.

he dug his teeth into your neck, frantically wants your area to be dotted by him as a token for everyone meaning: she's taken, dude, don't mess up with her.

for how long toji has been stopped from touching your sensitive area as having been feel warmth and tenderness is emitted from your body?

toji squeezes your nipple imponderable, to make you feel some kind of power over you becoming submitted by toji fushiguro, a sorcerer killer, a man who owned you, spinning the pea between pads, making you let out whimpers.

'you drive me insane, little one,' he approached his face close to the breasts, touched your pea with his tongue cautiously, as not to frighten you away. 'i'm gonna make your pussy drool beneath me, completely own you as my little girl'

you feel yourself gush beneath him, burying hands in his messy hair as your breath has stuck in the throat as toji snuggles his lips on your tits, sucking your hard and probably swollen from teasing. fushiguro has made you became wet in your panties as he's moistening your breast, hearing your precipitous whimpers.

'toj-toji, i don't know-'

'tch, little girl, relax your body and let daddy do the rest'

as he pronounced, he moves down, leaving the trace of wet kisses on your stomach, massaging your hips, stopping his action to look at your red face. your chest heaves heavily every time you feel toji's silky lips on your belly as his finger pads caressing your thighs. as if something weighty is resting on your chest you take deep breathes, breathlessly exhaling.

'spread your legs'

you obediently did what he said, hesitating a bit as the only fabric holding him back to bury his mouth against your pussy, assembling all juices, tasting your cum as if it's his meal. he rested kisses on the fabric of panties, couldn't sate with tender kisses he spreads on your body.

deliberately run tongue on your labia through the thin fabric as you were about to push his hand from your crotch as toji grab you by the hips, pulling you closer. he slackens his teasing actions by kissing your inner thighs. as your cunt was lack of attention from toji, you let out a pliant whimper, approximately woefully have purred.

toji's self-restraint thinning as you're silently begging with your eyes and your hands immeasurably are burying in his dark hair. the tip of his tongue deftly sideline panties, flicked it, as he discovered a divine view on your drooling hole.

'stop me now, because i won't be able to hold back later'

teasufully kissing your labia and area around the place he should be playing with as anticipating for some pliant whimpers of you, deliberately showing you he'll lick that swollen clit, pressing a soft kiss on the skin instead. fushi's shattering your hopes of being eating every time he kissed literally everything and lick everywhere besides your hole and clit. he acts like an inexperienced teenager, notwithstanding, you know that toji'd ruin or demolish your holes like a monster.

't-toji..'

'yes, my little girl' he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit, hearing those moans he's willing to listen for the rest of his life, then take away as you were about to press his mouth back again, digging his tongue deep inside you, although he obviously couldn't reach to your cervix, barely permeate in your hole.

'you want me to eat your little pussy?'

as if you can't talk, you nodded. scarcely reached up to take off the last thing, leisurely pulling down the panties, staring at you as a predator. toji is standing on his knee on the bed, threw your ankles on his shoulders, smooching ankles watching as to how your cheeks are becoming pinky, as you try not to look at his dick. still, you're a timid one, despite your words.

he reached to your face to give you a voluptuous kiss, returning to the starting position.

'look at your pretty pussy'

he kissed your clit in a flash replace into the tongue, making a circles on swollen and needy spot, decisively giving you what've been begging for. running the tip of the tongue on your virgin hole, leaving it for the dessert, returning to your clit.

you'd swear to god you can see stars in the ceiling as toji squeezing your nipples while moistening you. the proximity of his face in your pussy is driving you insane, for the days of cohabitation you understood he isn't a tender one, vice versa, he'd fuck you whenever his dick gets erect. maybe it's a rush of tenderness, maybe it's the fear of hurting his girl. nevertheless, you not scared to give toji full control of your body and bring you to your first orgasm by ripping the hymen. if that's i may call the way he's licking you, it'd be make-out with your pussy, due to his relentless movements by flicking his tongue on the clit.

'baby,' he pulled away from it, as you squeeze a sheet, making your knuckles become whiten as you spread legs wider, watching his mocking grin appeared on the face. 'i'll be gentle' he pressed his lips on your forehead, taking from the bedside table lubrication to low the friction. although, the thought of his dick ripped the hymen, putting all his tenderness in your first time, make your knees get shaken.

he put a soft kiss on your lips, smearing lubrication on his dick, substitute cock on the entrance. abrupt and penetrating pain wavily covered your body as you feel soft lips covered your mouth, blunting the pain with one hand being dug in your hip, painting illegible traces. another hand he put on your cheek, drawing circles with his thumb, waiting till getting used to the pain.

toji will find lots of red stripes from your nails on his back, smirked, as reminiscing about that special night when he made you his woman. his broad back was made merely for you to leave thousand and thousand fingernail impressions every night. toji had let a low groan as he feels as you move fingertips to the neck, exhaling in his chest.

he entered all his dick inside you feeling as your walls compressing the base, getting used to being full with his thick cock. you're indulging at the new, mind-blowing feeling, give him sheepish kisses as you're scared to be rejected. he moves his palm from the cheek to the ear, running fingers through your tangled but soft to the touch. you nudged your hips up, intermittently letting your breath out.

'tch, if you're not feeling well, i can come-'

'more, toji, more'

without breaking up kiss, he pulled out cock to the tip as pulling it again slowly, stretching your walls, touching with the tip your cervix as his balls touching your ass, groaning in the kiss, softly caress your thigh. you moved your palms to the shoulder, touching the musculature, going down to the biceps wrapping his arm as another hand attempting to draw patterns on the back as if it a canvas for you.

you can feel every vein, curve, and the way his tip is expanding gummy walls, as toji diligently coming in, adjusting inside you then pulling out. you're focusing on how full you're with his cock inside, your clarity gradually getting mushed as the sharp pain turning into a pleasurable and delightful feeling. sating to the new feeling might get addiction, but you're far beyond to accept that, surrendering to your lover as he gets addicted to it. you grasp for his shoulders, as he nudged in you, leaving whimpers from your mouth.

'like that, huh?' he pulled his cock out to contemplate as your facial expression have changed: you furrowed eyebrows as felt your hole being empty without thick toji's cock, practically purring like a march cat. 'beg me for it, baby'

what an insatiable man you've got. he licked his lips, looking down on it. your hymen has left blood, as he glanced at you to see his future wife your reaction.

'i-i toji, it's..'

he hummed, returning to your lips, slowly giving back the missing part.

'you okay?' you nodded as a response; he's perceiving fullness as wants to fill you up, but desperately be tempered himself, blaming he didn't wear a condom to do it. a dozen of half-moons will be littering your hips as toji's digging nails, scrambled your mind with squelches pushes in your hole. 'relax, baby girl, i'm here' he thrusts inside the spongy spot, ripping another moan out of you, voluptuous to his ears. 'baby~ you tease me with those moans of yours'

his cock was aimed at a place inside your vagina, with a slow but deep thrust skillfully reaching your cervix, massaging with the tip of his cock that spot. toji's staring at your pleased, satisfied face as he found that needy place of yours.

holding on to the headboard in the bed as support, clutching the sheet with his other hand like the composure he was rapidly losing with each thrust into your hole, formerly virgin cunt, letting out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back.

wiggling the pelvis backward and forwards as heard beneath his body your whimpers, feeling replenishment on his skin to his previous strips, losing remains self-control as your walls have been clenching his cock, as your body gets shaking as his, preparing the body for the coming ecstasy.

'toji, mh~' you tilted the head back on the pillow, wrapping legs around his pelvis, quelling moans while arching back against his chest. you're milked [? correct if i'm wrong] his cock, shuddering. you felt his lips on your cheeks, as he's covering your wet face in kisses, pulling cock out.

'damn, baby, probably-' he stroke his hard cock a couple of times before releasing his cum onto your belly. fushiguro ran fingers from the hairline, wiping beads of sweat from the hairline through hair. 'are you good?'

as you're still catching your breath you rested on your face a slight smile, closing eyes. he giggled, getting out of bed.

'almost made a baby' it took him a second or two, to lift you up in my arms, leading into the bathroom. 'i'm gonna clean you up, my baby. but you could fall asleep in my arms, you did such a good job by taking my cock' he kissed your forehead, wiping your drops of sweat.

'i love you, toji'

he put you on the washing machine, turning away from you to fill the tub. what went unnoticed was his relaxed smile after your phrase.

'i love you more, little one'

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↳ back to the main master list.

i feel i made lots of mistakes, like, idk. correct me if smth i did wrong.

i remember my promise to do one more work with toji, so lately i'll write hdc + drabble with him.

[squidproquoclarice]

Yeehawgust Day 21: Desert Paintbrush

March 1912

Paradise Run, New Caledonia

They’d gotten the assignment to draw something for class, and chores done for the day, she finally turned towards it.  Put it off in favor of assignments that felt easier, and that even included math.  But math was simple enough.  It was or it wasn’t, matter of fact.  Draw something.  Sounded easy, but it wasn’t.  So many possibilities out there, and all of them running through her mind, ideas examined and picked over, and nothing seemed right.  Looking out the window of the farmhouse, seeing the endless sea of white snow under a heavy leaden grey sky, Bea had to think the long, long winters here on the edge of the Canadian prairies didn’t help either.  Nothing much to see until you went into the forest, and there was a beauty to that, but she didn’t want to draw that either.

Sitting by the fireplace, hearing the wind roaring outside and rattling the frost-dusted windowpanes, she found herself picking up the pencil and starting to draw what felt like the furthest thing from.  

She’d been born all the way down in Nuevo Paraiso.  Gone from Mexican desert to Canadian prairie, and that seemed like one heck of a jump to her.  Didn’t remember much about Chuparosa, because they’d left that house when she was only two, gone on the move with the circus for the next few years, before settling down here.

All the same, there were wisps of images in her mind, and something in her wanted to try to put them on paper before maybe even they faded.  So she sketched, sitting there with her hot cocoa, and ended up with a sweeping rock formation on her page, a hole in its underside, turning it into an arch.  Cactuses and the like dotting the landscape, she imagined.  They must have been there.  She started to draw one, not remembering them too clearly.  She looked at it and hated it, seeing it looked more like the winter-bare maple tree in their front yard than anything, and moved to erase it.  But redrawing it, trying to make it stockier, just made it look like a shapeless blotch of nothing.

“There’s a face,” Dad said, passing through the parlor, and obviously having glanced her way.  “You’re looking at that page like you want to cuss it out, just about.”

“I’m drawing,” she said, scowling at the stupid tree-cactus-thing.  “But it ain’t working.  I don’t see it clearly enough and it just looks stupid.”

Coming over, he leaned over, gave a low whistle.  “Ojo del Diablo,” he said.  “No, you got that right, pretty well.  You remember that, huh?”

“A little.  Just got a picture of it in my head.  Not sure why, but it’s there.”

He smiled at that.  “Your momma and me used to take you out there for picnics sometimes if the weather weren’t too bad, and we had a day off from whatever work we was doing at that point.  Took both you and Mattie after he came along.  Guess you remember a bit of that for it to have stuck.”

That made sense of it, and when he said it, she felt like there was a flicker of memory too, of Mom sitting on a blanket, laughing and reaching up to take Bea in her arms.  “Don’t remember what them plants in the desert looked like,” she admitted.  “And so my cactus just looks dumb.  And there should probably be other things there and I ain’t…”

He gave her a quick pat on the shoulder, and gestured for her to hand over the pad of paper and the pencil.  Headed over to his chair near the fire and flipped to the next page of the paper, sat there, one booted foot crossed over the other knee, pencil scratching in quick, confident strokes she could only envy.  She knew he drew some too, had seen little doodles and the like that he made, and wished she could get something to look like that.

Sitting there sipping her cocoa, she could only wait, wanting to go and peek, a bit fascinated at seeing the look of intent focus on his face, caught up in whatever he was seeing in his own head.  After a good while, he handed it back.

He’d drawn a whole page of plants for her, a few strokes somehow giving the look of them in a way she could almost see them in her mind, alive and real.  Labeling them too in his neat handwriting.  Cactuses, trees, even flowers–she hadn’t thought about there being flowers in the desert, but there had been.

Barrel cactus

Desert paintbrush

Chuparosa

Desert sage

Saguaro cactus

Desert chicory

Ironwood

Nuevo Paraiso thistle

Buckhorn cholla

Prickly pear

Mesquite  

She looked up at him, unable to help a grin.  “Those are real fine.”

“Well, I had more years than you to study plants in the desert,” he said teasingly, reaching out and tapping the tip of her nose with his finger.  “Sadie had even more than me, growing up in New Austin as she did, but unfortunately you’re stuck with me as the one scratching out drawings.  But maybe that helps, all the same.”

It helped.  It helped more than she could say, and it made her eager to get back to the drawing now.  “Thank you, Daddy,” she said, already studying the buckhorn cholla intently.  

Heard a low chuckle from him in reply as he headed out to whatever he’d been on his way to do before.  “Welcome, Beanstalk.”