#again tysm for the ask and your patience! i feel honored

[deefighter2739]

There's something about the way you color your art that really intrigues me. It just looks SO good. There's something about the way you shade your drawings that just give me such a carefree feeling, which is something I really strive to feel when drawing something myself. If it's not a bother for you, I'd love to know how you use the colors to make your drawings look so beautiful (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

OMG THANKS and awww I feel so honored to get trusted for an ask like this… 🥹 Since the beginning my main focus on my digital art journey was to be good at coloring, to have vibrant, saturated and recognizable colors. And it makes me very happy to see that, while I still have a very long path, it's giving results that make me feel proud!

But enough with the storytimes! I did a little breakdown + tips on what I do when coloring. I don't follow the exact same steps on every single piece or texture I do it depends on how much time I want to spend on it but I always keep them on mind. Take them as a 'checklist'.

Disclaimer, just in case: I'm not a professional nor an art student. Everything I've learned had been by just observing, videos, inspirations and my own trial and error. This is not a guide on what everyone should do, but just a breakdown on what I do.

When I shade, I think about 6 different colors:

Base color.

The main shadow.

A strong light. Saturaded.

The highlight line. A brighter color than 3.

Ambience light. This color is a reflection of the surroundings.

One color with a different hue than the others surrounding it. May feel out of tune with the others, but I like how it stands out.

Let's take Barbiedede for some examples and observations still feeling proud with how he came out!.

❗ Extras:

It's cool to have a thin line of a different color where the light ends or the shadow starts. Like the yellow ❗️ on Dedede's hands, or the orange ❗ on his beak.

As I mentioned above, ALWAYS change the hue when selecting a new color. This makes it look more dynamic.

Keep in mind different surfaces work different. There's stronger contrasts and highlights on the metal than the fabric.

Avoid grays, I tend to have a hard time shading them. Keep sure every color you use has at least a little of saturation.

Learn how blending modes work and experiment with them! I personally love to give final touches with an overlay layer.

Don't be afraid of breaking rules ❗ or adding even more colors.

Coloring lineart is a great extra support for the lights!

This was for a drawing with a flat and simpler rendering, but I also apply these rules when I go for the softer and more elaborated shading. The only difference is I smooth the colors with a softer brush, and apply way more blending layers.

If you want me to breakdown another piece or ask for other tips feel free to ask! I'm far from being an expert but I'm willing to share what I know.

Alaiganuza is a big inspiration of mine, the colors are simply fantastic and has some guides too. I also like watching Marco Bucci's videos. He has pretty interesting videos and facts about colors and how the human eye perceives them. btw I'm sorry for taking a while to answer, I've been a little busy and stressed and wanted to prepare a proper post for this ask.

[moondrop-writes]

Child of Dionysus grieving after Castor’s death and maybe people around camp start to get really worried cause she’s like barely leaving her cabin and so Mr D kinda helps her through it cause he can tell she’s taking it really hard?

hi!! ive been an absolute bitch abt responding to asks so i am so sorry abt that 😭 i’ve been so busy w/ things but everything i’m doing should settle within the next few weeks and i’ll probably get back to being consistent. tysm everyone for your patience <3

The battle was settled, but it certainly didn’t feel like it. The air was still heavy with grief and bloodshed, and everyone’s nerves seemed to be frayed. They’d won. They should’ve been celebrating. But there was nothing joyous in partying when your siblings and family had died.

The Dionysus cabin was small, especially considering that Dionysus had only been freed of his punishment twice. Once, when he met your mother. And the other time, when he met your brothers mother.

Castor, despite the small quantity of the cabin, managed to be the glue of the three of you. While you and Pastor were the more mellow and quiet of the siblings, Castor certainly was not. His smile could light up a room, and he always knew the right thing to say.

Castor and Pollux were twins, both younger than you. Even if you weren’t related by blood, they were still your brothers. They still managed to pull this protective older sibling feel out of you.

It was bad enough when Pollux had nearly lost an arm one time but now? You weren’t sure if you were ever going to be okay again.

Castor’s death felt like a hole inside you. It was as if somebody took your heart and tore out the stem that held all memories of your little brother. He was always in your thoughts, never did a day pass where you didn’t think of him, but he was taken from you.

Children shouldn’t fight wars, you had told your father that much. You refused to let Castor and Pollux fight, but they were boys of honor. In their eyes, if they didn’t fight in Dionysus’ honor, it was disrespectful. It was something that you wished many times you could smack out of them.

Being honorbound was not a good thing.

You couldn’t imagine how Pollux felt, his twin, his other half stolen from him. But you knew very well how you felt. There was a deep ache in you, that would never be satisfied.

Curled up against the headboard of your bed, you stared at the walls, watching the wilted vines and leaves. Once they had shined, just like Castor but now they were dull. You knew they were meant to reflect the mood of those in the cabin, but even then, they couldn’t capture the utter anguish you felt.

Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, spilling rays over your face and your bedsheets. You were wearing old clothes, stained with tears and food, and your hair was tangled. A knot had formed in your throat, preventing you from making any sound other than soft cries.

The door to the cabin creaked open, and you slowly shifted your head to see your father. He was dressed in his finest suit, no doubt prepared for a meeting with the council. He sighed when he caught sight of you, and walked further into the cabin.

“This place is dreary,” he comments, placing his hands on your bedposts. You stared at him, eyebrows furrowed and your lashline red.

When you don’t reply, he only shakes his head and purses his lips.

“I know…I know you miss him,” he whispers thickly, “more than anything. I miss him too, Y/N, and so does Pollux.”

He walks around the bed, and sits next to you. The bed dips, and he gently tugs you against his side. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, feeling that knot in your throat tighten before beginning to break up.

“But…Pollux and I miss you too.”

“What?” you croak, voice breaking.

He cups your cheek, tilting your head up so your eyes could meet. When your eyes begin to bubble over with tears, and he rests his chin on your head.

“You’re gone, Y/N. We can’t reach you, and it’s like we’re talking to a ghost. Pollux and I…we’re trying to move on and you’ve got to as well.”

You sob wetly into his suit jacket. “I can’t—he’s g-gone and there’s nothing I could’ve done—“

“Shhh, baby, don’t cry.”

“I’m trying so hard, Papa—“ you cut yourself off with a whimper, choking on your own gasps.

He runs his hand through your greasy tangled mess of hair, and doesn’t care when his fingers get caught. “You need to take care of yourself,” he says, “you can grieve without hurting yourself like this.”

You cry, and cry, and cry. You cry until your nose is running and your eyes are swollen. You cry until your throat burns. You cry because you had spent so long missing your little brother, feeling so much pain and hurt and yet being unable to get any of it out. And now you can, and you cant stop.

And Dionysus holds you through all of it. He whispers soft nothings into your ear and his warmth enveloping you. His fingers are in your hair, on your cheeks, rubbing your back. It’s his sweet attempt at comfort, and you never want to let go of it.

You never want to let go of him, or Pollux or even Castor. But you know, if you let go of yourself, you’re letting go of the people you care about just as much.

[catgrump]

Can you do a nsfw korekiyo x female reader birthday scenario? Love your writing btw, it’s a really good example to use for grammar and wording when I’m trying to write <33

Aww tysm Anon! My grammar may not always be perfect— sometimes I make bad grammatical choices on purpose, too— but I’m glad you’re learning and trying to improve your own skills!

This is a Non-Despair AU of course. Female!Reader in this case also means Cis Female, as that is what I am better able to draw experience from as a writer.

Read it under the cut! NSFW WARNING for sexual content!

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Your boyfriend returned from the kitchen, having finished cleaning dinner’s dishes. You’re sitting on his couch, so you don’t see him, but you hear his soothing voice and gentle footsteps.

“Have you enjoyed your day, darling?”

You turn over your shoulder to see him holding a small velvet box about the size of his palm.

“Oh, Kiyo, you didn’t need to get me anything,” He handed the box to you, so you know it’s a birthday present.

You snap the lid up and inside the white satin lining sits a black faceted crystal pendant, entwined in black cord that’s been woven in a diamond pattern, securing it to the black metal chain.

“Kiyo,” you take the necklace out of the box and hold it in front of you, admiring its shine in the evening light, “This is gorgeous; thank you so much.”

You unclasp the back and separate the chain to put it on immediately, but Kiyo sits next to you and says “Allow me.”

You move so your back is to your partner, and he takes the necklace from your hands. You take your hair in your hands and brush it out of the way so it won’t get caught in the clasp.

As you feel the cold chain against your neck, you smile, and touch the stone, feeling the wrappings between your fingers.

You purse your lips. Maybe this is a sign.

When you first started seeing Kiyo, he made his preferences clear. You got an explicit understanding of what he likes because he values communication.

When he took rope out of a dresser drawer one night, you got anxious. But, since communicating is so important to him, you confessed you weren’t too sure whether you wanted to do anything like that yet.

“Yes, I understand,” he said softly, “the possibility of exploring new sensations can be anxiety-inducing. We do not have to do anything if you aren’t certain it is what you want to do.”

But the longer you’ve been together, the more you think about those ropes. The image of his hands gripping the jute strands has run through your mind countless times.

The smooth stone wrapped up, feeling the contrast between your fingertips... you can’t help but wonder.

“Kiyo,” you say, trying to work up your confidence, “I know it’s my birthday and all, but... maybe I could give you a present tonight, too?”

“Oh?” He’s intrigued

You turn around and kiss him, always happy he trusts you enough to not hide behind his signature mask when you’re alone together. When you pull away and look at his smile, you try to elaborate through the obvious fluster on your face, “I know you’ve always w-wanted to... tie me up.”

He brushed hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger on your cheek as he said “Darling, you know I’d only want to do that if it’s something you want, as well. But... I would be lying if I denied it outright.”

“I... want to try it,” you admitted, “Maybe we could do some simple stuff? See if I like it?”

He brought you back and tenderly kissed your lips. “I’d be honored,” he said after he broke away

He got up from the sofa and offered you a hand. With your hands entwined, he led you to his bedroom. The nerves are there, but Kiyo’s hand is gentle and reassuring.

Once he dimmed the lights in his bedroom, he began to kiss you again, delicately grazing his hands up and down your arms, then to your waist and hips. He stopped at the small of your back and held on tight, pulling your body flush to his.

Your hands are comfortably behind his back, playing with his silky dark hair. It’s one of your favorite things to do, whether you’re kissing him or not.

And now you feel him unzipping your dress, so you move your hands to unbutton his shirt. You both pull away, smiling as you undress each other.

The cotton sleeves and bodice slide down your arms and rest at your elbows as you expose more of his chest.

And with each button you popped open, the faster your heart beat.

You’ve been with Kiyo for some time now, it’s not like you haven’t had sex with him before, but you feel the way you did back when you were going to have sex for the first time. Your breathing is shallow and your chest is tight and you feel heat all over your body.

The dress fell off of you once your arms were down, and he removed his shirt, carefully setting it on the dresser that you knew contained what you asked for.

He brought you close again. His hands on your waist and yours against his chest, he whispered, “You are so beautiful,” into your neck before kissing it with force, bringing a sound from you for the first time tonight

As he sucked and nipped at your neck, he guided you toward the bed. You’ve been in here many times before, so you have a good sense of where it is, and didn’t need to be forced on once you felt the mattress and bed frame against the back of your legs.

He leaned forward, hair falling into his face, his palms pressed against the dark sheets. He gently explained “I thought perhaps we could try things that enhanced sensations you already enjoy,” one of his hands moved to your upper thigh and was brushing it delicately, “I’ll describe everything before we begin to make sure you approve. Is that alright?”

Your legs were instinctively spreading as you nodded your approval to him.

“Wonderful,” he started to kiss you and you felt his fingers begin to prod at you, stroking the fabric that still covered you up

You against his mouth as he found your clit and applied pressure, knowing exactly what to do to make you melt.

Your hips were already twitching. It was likely the anticipation that got you going.

His hand moved under the waistline and he slid two fingers down, feeling just how wet you’ve become. The fingers pressed against your entrance, and barely made it inside before he brought them back out again, and you couldn’t help but whine.

“Be patient, love,” he cooed into your ear before leaving you

You pouted and started touching yourself as you watched him approach the infamous dresser. You started taking off your underwear now— the waiting was unbearable.

“Make yourself comfortable, Y/N,” he beckoned, gesturing to the bed, now with rope in his hand, and something you couldn’t quite distinguish resting underneath the bundle of jute.

You moved from the side of the mattress to the center, sitting against the headboard. He smirked as he made his way back to you, feeling the rope in his fingers as he spoke, “I don’t want to start with anything too drastic,” he was climbing onto the bed now, straddling over your legs, reminding you of his full height, “If I bind your wrists to the bed frame, that’s all you’d need to fixate on the sensations.”

He explanations were sexy enough on their own. You tried to subtly grind your thighs together as you listened to his sensual descriptions of your body focusing on what he would do to you since you wouldn’t be able to move your hands. “This can be amplified even more if I were to blindfold you,” he offered, “How does that sound?”

As much as you like looking at Kiyo when you have sex, trying this is at least worth a shot. You tell him you want him to do everything he described.

You watch, biting your lip as he gingerly takes each of your hands and secures the rope to the bar that’s at the top of the otherwise hollow bed frame. Your wrists are above your head, embraced by... it’s less harsh than you imagined. When you saw rope in his hands previously, you imagined a coarseness to them that would scratch your skin. You can feel the teeth of the material constrict you, but it’s clearly cotton, or some other fabric you’d have in your wardrobe.

“How do you feel?” He asked

“Good,” you reply

“Wonderful. Let me know how this is,” he smirked again and his fingers returned.

You sighed with delight feeling him touch you again, and when he instantly was able to slide two fingers in, you gasped, feeling a heat rise to your face. You didn’t realize just how turned on you were, and felt sheepish that you were so ready so quickly. He curled his fingers and beckoned “Enjoying yourself?”

“Y-yeah,” you exhaled with hitched breath

“Good.” His fingers slipped out of you and then he pressed them back inside, deeper than before, forcing a shout followed by a dazed smile from you

“D-do that again, please,” you whimpered

He chuckled as he continued to maneuver his fingers inside you, now adding his thumb to your clit, making you write and drip. “Patience, darling.”

You whined, “Please, Kiyo, it was so good.”

“I’m glad,” he quickened his pace and your hips were bucking into his hand, “But I think you’ll enjoy it more in a few moments.”

His fingers slowly slid out and he looked you in the eye as he licked them clean. You tried to move your wrists to continue where he left off, but were quickly reminded that wouldn’t be possible tonight. You tried to bring your thighs together but your partner is in between them. You can’t recall the last time you were this in need but couldn’t do anything about it yourself.

Kiyo reached over and revealed a black silk piece of fabric that was under the bundle of rope before. “If you cannot see, your other senses will heighten,” he explained, taking delight in seeing you squirm beneath him

You frantically nodded your head in approval, and he chuckled as you closed your eyes. When you opened them again, it was black, and his hands were back on your thighs. He was right. It was all you could focus on.

Suddenly, his breath was against your skin, and you were starting to sweat as your legs were pushed further open. “I can work with my fingers once more if you’d like, but truth be told, I am craving release as well, and would adore sex right now. You look so beautiful, Y/N.”

Just hearing him ask and feeling his words reverberate against you made you feel yourself get even wetter. “Take me, then,” you exhaled

Kiyo sighed with a twisted pleasure, a bit away from you now, and you heard the buckle of his belt click, then the pleather of the belt slide through the loops on his pants. You heard fabric move and jostle and you imagined he was naked now. And when you heard the crinkling of plastic you knew he had put on a condom.

He held on to your ass and lifted your hips up. The tip of his cock was teasing you, making you shudder. “Are you ready, love?” He asked

You thought he would be able to feel how ready you were, but he does value communication. “Yes,” you sighed

He entered you slowly, and you were already starting to quiver. Your back was already arched and feeling him was all you could focus on. That, and the necklace. The crystal slid across your chest as he lifted you up. “K-Kiyo,” you gasped

“Is something wrong, darling?” He had stopped everything he was doing

“N-no, everything is good, but,” you took a breath, “did you want to take off the necklace?”

“I think the obsidian is beautiful against your breast,” he admitted, “But if you want it removed—“

That’s actually kind of sweet. Sweet, and also pretty sexy. “No, it can stay on if you like it so much,” you smiled, but were trembling, aching to get back to where you left off, “Please keep going; I need you— ah!”

As soon as you said ‘I need you’, he thrusted. Your legs brought themselves tighter around his waist as he steadied his pace.

Kiyo’s not typically one for noises during sex... or so you thought. You could now hear muffled grunts coming from him as he pounded into you. Did he always do that, and this is just part of the amplified senses thing; that you can hear it? It’s hot either way.

What was really amplified were the indecent sounds escaping your lips. You wanted to tell him how good he feels and how much you liked this but all you could speak were moans.

He took a stronger grip on your ass, digging his polished fingernails into the skin as he thrust hard, and you had your hips follow his.

Your legs were shaking against his back. You don’t think you’ve ever finished this soon and you so desperately want to keep feeling this but you can’t use your hands to control your legs. Your whole body is trembling now as he continues to slowly and forcefully pound his throbbing cock deeper into you, and you gasp, feeling your smile twist and contort as you cum, your hips continuing to buck against him, drenching his dick inside you.

He’s still going. You’re trying to catch your breath as he’s suddenly moved your legs off him, pressing them against his chest. His hands are clutching your ankles now, and you feel his dick throbbing inside you as he moves faster and faster.

Your breathing is shallow again and your hands are squeezed into fists and you’re cumming again in an instant, screaming with perverse pleasure

You can barely make out your partner’s scream over your own, but you felt it. Your legs were pushed forward toward your own body, along with Kiyo, keeling over as he came inside you.

You both were panting and sweating now. Once you both calmed down, he slid out, and you shuddered, having THAT feeling amplified now, too.

After a few moments, the blindfold was removed and you saw Kiyo smiling down at you. He was untying the ropes as he gently asked “How are you feeling?”

“Tired, in all honesty,” he laughed when you said that, “But that was really good. I think I’m starting to understand now.”

You shook out your wrist once you felt it free, letting the blood flow back. Before you could set your hand in your lap, though, he took it and kissed your knuckles. “I would adore to continue to show you new sensations, if you so desire.”

You smiled at him. “I don’t think I’m ready for full harnesses just yet, but we can maybe try to ease into it.”

“Of course, love,” he kissed your knuckles again, “I only want to show you pleasure.”

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[saetoru]

Hi tee! I wanted to ask you a question that you might not want to answer, which I totally get if you don’t, but I thought I’d ask in case you’re okay with it. I’ve been trying to write longer content because I feel like a lot of people mock or seem to think shorter writings aren’t as good, and it’s made me reconsider the work I put out. But then I think, and you’re my favorite writer on this app, and your content tends to be mainly drabbles around 1k words, but I definitely think the quality is some of the best on this app. I just wanted to know if you’ve ever felt this way or have any advice on how to develop my writing style/feel more comfortable with it. Hope this wasn’t too much! Feel free to ignore if it is <3

first of all omg dnsjfjajf i wouldn’t say my writing is some of the best on this app 😭 but i’m very honored to be one of your favs im weeping tysm i appreciate the kind words more than you know <3

tbh no matter what kind of content you write, there are people who are going to tell you that you’re going about it the wrong way. content will always be critiqued, that’s just how it works, but something being criticized doesn’t take away from its value nor does it mean it’s bad. it might not be someone’s cup of tea, but it’s not wrong. there’s no right or wrong in writing, it’s literally just a hobby where people string together words to articulate their thoughts—whether it’s 200k words long with an elaborate plot, or it’s 500 words of a small moment you thought of, you wrote and that’s writing

if someone doesn’t like it, that’s cool. if they adore it, that’s also cool. you should write and do what you want. i know that’s a very obvious thing to say, but rly it’s the truth. i like writing things around the 1k word mark because i don’t think i need 10k words to show i love a character and have thoughts about them that connect with other people. and i have moots that write 10k+ masterpieces that really sit with you and make you think about characters. the bottom line is that regardless of length, you can tell when a person has put thought and has a love for a character when they write—whether the character is their own or not, just by the way they describe and portray them, you can tell there’s passion. there’s no law on how many words you need to use to show that

if you want to develop and write longer works, that’s fine, that takes patience and effort and passion, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting to. but make sure you do it because you want to challenge yourself and grow your writing, and not because you want to seem like you’re doing writing the “right way.” id recommend reading longer works to see how different writers develop and word their thoughts. some good places to start would be from the blogs @/prettyboykatsuki @/8kh @/kurosukii @/cyancherub and @/ventini — these are all moots of mine that have at least a few works that are all long and they are all writers i highly recommend that you could pick up a few things from if you’re looking to develop !!

but again, do remember that length is not what makes writing touch people and make them think, sometimes the shortest pieces can pack a punch so don’t let someone discourage you from writing how you’d like because they were being a bit too loud about their opinions