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thefuchsianeko · 1 year

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As a "fun" design exercise I decided to mess with the Hazbin characters' designs... Not really "redesigns," but more so "refined-designs"-- Keeping their overall look or "essence" while trying to simplify them and clean up their colour palettes, as well as making sure they all look distinct from one another.

I tried to stick close to the original's style but I couldn't help using thick lines, lol. Along with the simplified shapes, it gives them an early 2000s cartoon vibe I think.

For the colours I tried giving them more unique palettes, as well as making sure that they had enough contrast (the colour value of this show tends to be... not great). Also the lineup at the bottom isn't my final selection, it's just a selection to get a better idea of how they all might look together side-by-side.

Eh, tell me what you think. I could keep editing these but like, I'm tired of looking at them lol. More info on each design (plus a speedpaint) under the cut. It gets wordy, sorry.

Charlie: Not much to say besides she needs more contrast in her colours. I changed her shirt to the same colour as her corneas (yellow) so it doesn't blend in with her skin. I wish her eyes were still black (not only does it bring better attention to her face, but it works better with the idea that she's a doll-- yknow, painted on eyes? Does that make sense lol). In retrospect, maybe it would've been good to try some browns with her colours? Idk. I kept her red since she's the princess of Hell, and Hell's main colour seems to be red. Oh also, I gave her some lines on her face and hands just to make her look more like a puppet/doll. The rest of her body would have the same kind of joints/segments.

Vaggie: Ok I know her hair technically looks more moth-like in her og redesign but... it just seems like too much? Yknow? It's kind of outrageous. Idk how well my solution works but I tried simplifying it. I simplified her bow as well and made her stockings more like leggings. Her X-eye now hides behind her hair. Her gloves are shorter. Also I took away that thing around her waist that.... seems to be a different colour than everything else??? Idk what's up with that. Sorry I took away her feet. I tried out some blue and purple with her, I think it looks nice. Only thought about keeping the red bow because I thought maybe it'll match her with Charlie. Also sorry I took away her boobs 💀💀💀

Angel Dust: So unsure about how I drew him... Specifically, his 2nd set of arms looks so floppy and tacked on, and his legs... Idk I'm not great at digitigrade legs but I'm pretty sure that's officially what kind of legs he has. His head is weird. I think I got the idea of giving him big feet from Meppity's redesign video (her redesigns are some of my faves). I took away his bowtie because... too many of these guys have bowties, and he already has a choker too. Also I had the funny idea of all the Hotel employees wearing bowties/bows of some sort, and Angel is a patron but not an employee... Anyway. Kept his gold tooth to link him to Val (who also has a gold tooth), and kept the dots under his eyes since I THINK they're supposed to be representative of his spider eyes? They can be taken away if need be, though. His gloves don't go all the way up and kind of look like dish-washing gloves again but, the way his gloves go all the way up and his sleeves go into them... it just looks so weird to me. Idk, maybe I should've just given him shorter sleeves, or even no sleeves at all 🤔 And honestly I still have no idea what's going on with his pants. Are they short-shorts? Underwear? Didn't change them anyway. For the colours, I made sure all his gloves were the same colour (still don't know WHY they decided to make his 2nd set not only a different colour, but the SAME colour as his skin/fur????). Turned down the saturation on his hot-pink, and gave his right eye the light pink instead of that almost-black colour (still kept his eyes different colours because I remember seeing a really old sketch page of Angel that insinuated that there was a reason for his eye being black). Made some of the darker parts straight-black just because I've been using that in all the other character's palettes, but this can be changed to his almost-black colour. Also tried a more purple palette to get away from all the pink, kinda really like it.

Alastor: I originally tried his coat with coattails, but wasn't sure about it and made it the original shape. Took away his monocle because fuck that it's unnecessary and clutters his face. Made his antlers bigger. Swapped out his shirt collar to be like the one Charlie's og redesign has, because the way it goes all the way up like that gets on my nerves? Idk maybe I just don't know anything about fashion design but it doesn't scream 30's-suit to me. You could probably take away the collar, though. I wanted to try a lot of darker colours for his palette since he's like... kinda the bad guy. Dark colours would work well for him. I'm worried about his arms getting lost in the black of his coat, but that's why his cuffs and hands are a different colour. Really wanted to give him more than just red so I spread out the yellow of his teeth; I like how it looks for his shirt, it also works well with his eyes to draw you towards his face. I also tried to (again) lessen the saturation of his reds and pushed them more towards orange to better match the yellow. Kept all the brighter colours to his upper body to keep your eyes there, too.

Husk: I think Husk was one of my least favorite designs when the pilot came out because he's a real mess of detail. His wings are the worst. His redesign isn't much better (like dawg why's he got these random-ass hearts everywhere). Simplified his wings to just have some circles and rounded shapes. Kept some heart shapes (like his nose, bowtie, and paws) but added a couple diamond shapes, too (mainly his suspender buttons and the shape of his white chest-fur). Really wanted to have more blatant club and spade shapes too (to add to the poker theme), but didn't want it to get crowed and decided the rest of the rounded and heart shapes worked well enough. Made his eyebrows shorter and more square-shaped. Didn't have many ideas for colours but knew that I wanted to try some oranges and yellows. Made his eyebrows a darker colour, and changed his eyes to yellow corneas with black pupils. Stands out more that way, I think.

Niffty: Did you know her name is spelled with two Fs? I didn't. I don't like it... Anywayyyy. Swirled her hair a little more, and took the yellow streak out. Added some fluff under her dress just to match her apron. Kept the dots on her shirt (though there are only two now instead of three) because I'm assuming it'll make sense later (like idk maybe she was shot to death and that's what they represent), but I wonder if you can take those away for a cleaner design? Gave her more rounded shapes. I said before that all the Hotel employees would have bows/bowties of some sort for these designs: Niffty's would be her handkerchief (yknow, it's tied into a bow in the back? That works right...? Eh.) I took away her cheekmarks 1) to clear up her face and 2) to make Charlie's cheek marks seem more unique and doll-like. For Niffty's colours, I (again) turned down the saturation on her pink. I wanted to try using some green and purple on her, since her inspirations include B-movie aliens and the song One-Eyed, One-Horned, Flying Purple People Eater. Tried using different colours for her skin, since a lot of characters in Hazbin have white skin, and for Niffty specifically I think the white skin along with her white apron dries-out her look (if that makes sense?) Though I do agree her having yellow skin is NOT good if she really does end up being Japanese. I think pink skin works well for her, though. Oh! And again, it helps make Charlie's design more unique with her white skin, making her seem more porcelain. I made Niffty's eyes yellow like her teeth, and then used the same colour for her apron to unify the palette.

Cherri: Ok Cherri's design was my ABSOLUTE least favorite from the pilot, too many senseless details I HATE her ripped pants. So hard to look at. Idk if you noticed in the time lapse but I had to re-sketch Cherri because 1) her pose was too similar to Niffty's (I was making their poses similar to their official art) and 2) her hair was giving me trouble... I kinda hate how her hair hovers to the side like that? Tried re-shaping her hair and now it looks like she uses a TON of hairspray or something, lol. Took away her tattoo but kept her freckles. Took away the skirt thing(?) she's got on her pants. Took the symbol off her shirt, but added an X to her pants (can be taken away, though). Simplified the rips on her pants to just be ripped knees. put a heel on her left shoe so she doesn't look unbalanced/uncomfortable. Made her gloves shorter. For colours, I again took away her white skin for the same reason I took away Niffty's white skin (less "dried out" palette and makes Charlie look more unique/porcelain). Afaik Cherri's not Asian so yellow skin could work for her, though I also tried green skin. Since one of her themes is cherries I wanted to use reds, pinks, greens, and blacks. I tried some green for her clothes (and again her skin), and also turned some of her pinks more red. Made her hair darker for more contrast, and tried using some red for her hair instead of pink (I like the pink hair, but again... red like cherries). In general her colour palette was the hardest to figure out but I think I found some interesting things.

Sir Pentious: Sir Pent was my 2nd least-favorite pilot design by only a little 🤏. It's all his eyes. He's very hard to look at. I took away all the eyes on his tail, and turned down the saturation on the rest of the eyes EXCEPT the ones on his face (maybe I should have just made those reds much different colours, but it still looks a lot better with just the saturation down). Took away his stupid-ass goggles and made the face on his hat a lot simpler (combined the mouth with the hat band; it can still emote btw). Replaced his bowtie with... *quick google search* A jabot? It's supposed to be a jabot I think. I think that's what it's called. More 1700s than 1800s, but eh. Maybe I should've given him *quick google search* a cravat maybe??? Eh, eh, not a fashion expert but anyway. I thickened his mid-section so it eases into his tail better because, the way it is in the official design it always made him look like a slug to me? I looks too... squishy. Banana-slug-lookin' ass Also took away his red-tipped claws and made them straight black. For his colours, I think the grey and yellow works for him already, though I do wanna see how he'd look with more green or blue. Most of what I did colour-wise was the eyes, but also his suit; still grey, but trying both darker colours and pushing it more towards blue and purple. I wonder if I made his skin a little too dark? Is it kinda hard to see his features? Idk. Idk how I feel about these colours. Bleh.

#illustration #character design #hazbin hotel #hazbin critical #redesign #csp #clip studio paint #fanart #fan art #veez art

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changelingsandothernonsense · 1 year

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Skyrim OC asks! 2, 16, 24, 37 & 39!

The last question has art so...yay? 2. Do they worship any deities, be it aedra or daedra?

Sydari is mostly apathetic towards the gods. Whilst she is a Nightingale and therefore in the service of Nocturnal it's more akin to a business partnership. She grew up with a hard-line Tribunal stan who would spend hours monologuing his own interpretation of their doctrine and deeds. It turned her off worshipping the gods, but also showed her how fallible they actually are. If one person can bring down the strength of the Tribunal (whose strengths were highly exaggerated by Eno) then what's the point in worshipping any? No, she likes this business-style relationship, she gets a great deal out of it and Nocturnal tends not to be the clingy sort.

16. Did they feel sympathy for any villains they came into contact with? If so, who and why?

She felt some sympathy towards Miraak, he was not so different from her (as far as a mortal with a dragon soul goes, they do not do or enjoy similar activities). She could so easily fall for Hermanus Mora's offer, endless knowledge is hard to say no to. But she's seen what it's done to Miraak, how he barely resembles anything mortal anymore and she wants no part in it.

24. Who would they consider their biggest rival?

She doesn't have any rivals per se, enemies yes, but she doesn't really have any true rivals. If anything, her relationship with Maven Blackbriar might qualify. But she sticks to her business, Sydari sticks to hers and they have their contracts. The guild no longer relies on the Blackbriars for contracts, and she likes to remind Maven of that whenever she oversteps.

37. Did you make this character with a certain love interest in mind?

So I wanted to make a Dunmer character to lead the thieves guild, the three love interests came much later. I had almost ignored Teldryn for years before actually hiring him after getting back into Morrowind. I then lost my mind completely and now we have this ungodly mess.

39. Has their character design changed?

She started with white hair initially, I then fiddled around quite a bit before settling on dark red hair. (like 4 playthroughs) She use to have more of a dark grey ring around the red in her eye as well. I first drew her about a year ago with this design.

And this is the design that stuck. The red was much pinker once I painted it and it just stuck. I have since made her skin a little more blue.

Then I thought "Hey a soul gem on a necklace seems kinda cool". So That became a thing, as did her full *casually do not give 2 shits about tits* outfit. (It's just me being jelly about her not having to wear a bra and I guess I like drawing boobs idk). But she also needs an overcoat if she's going outside. I had decided on giving her the throat scar in a previous work that I want to redo, but the voice loss came about after this work...So did the whole Teldryn thing...

So then I played around and settled on all her jewellery, her face shape, eye colour etc. This is probably my favourite representation of how she looks so far. Every artwork afterwards, as well as her in-game design, are based on this look. (I settled on a face reference basically).

And then I decided that all her rings are purple and blue. Her colour scheme Is red, black and amethyst. She now has a side part because I like that, though her hair changes in length a few times in the story.

And then I painted this and decided we have a goddamn fic now.

#fun asks #Sydari Aralen #ask game

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goldrose-star · 1 year

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So I was messing around on Picrew and this is the result. She started as a selfinsert but turned into a OC along the way.

This is the first post that introduced her, but I occasionally add or change stuff!

AJ - Introduction

✨️ Character Sheet AJ ✨️

Appearance, Clothes, Accessoires, Facts, Pics under the cut because this turned out to be a longer post than originally planned

Appearance

she's tiny (160cm / 5'3")

has an hourglass-figure

she has tiny birthmarks / moles sporadically littering her arms and legs, most significant are the one on her left ringfinger between the first and second knuckle and on the backside of her left upper arm which look like the star constellation Big Dipper / the Pleiades

has a lineal scar under her chin and a circular one on her left knee, also a round scar on the back of her left hand under the major knuckle of her thumb from an baking / cooking incident (hot oil) and more tiny scars littering her hands and forearms where her cat scratched her

has a lip piercing on the left side of her bottom lip

has a tongue piercing (not yet decided)

long brown hair that did go under the backside of her upper thighs, before she cut it down to her shoulder blades and that she let's grow long again

her eyes are green with a hint of blue and a golden circle that makes her eyes sparkle when the light hits them just right

has full / heart shaped lips

she has a light skin colour

the skin from her hands to her upper arms, where the tee sleeves begin, are slightly more tanned than the rest of her skin

Clothes

the aviator jacket she often wears is from an old friend who gifted it to her

she normally wears sporttights or jeans in which she has good mobility, printed tees which are either a bit oversized or cropped & sports shoes

other than that she likes wearing sweaters with pleated bishop sleeves, mid-thigh cardigans, skirts, boots with chunky heels, all kinds of dresses & jackets

Accessoires

always wears one to two hair ties on her left wrist

wears a pair of army dogtags around her neck in honour of her deceased friend

she wears other jewelry and accessoires because she thinks they look pretty. Likes the sensory feeling when shaking her head and touches / rubs them between her thumb and pointer finger when nervous or bored

has a pair of green tinted aviator glasses from Ray-Ban for when it's to bright outside (she's sensitive to very bright light and feels more comfortable wearing them, plus she likes how the colours look more dynamic/lively through the tinted glasses!)

Facts

she likes to collect little trinkets, often for the people she likes and thinks of

she likes to dye the tips of her hair different colours, sometimes depending on mood

collects enamel pins and badges and pins / sews them on to her clothes and backpack

doesn't go anywhere without her headphones

has no sense of style whatsoever and wears whatever she likes / finds cool and pretty

her favourite flowers are: hydrangea, dahlia & peony

loves fairy lights

loves to go to thrift shops

she's somewhat sad over the fact that her own mother has freckles and her younger brother has them as well but genetics left her out. she would've loved to have them as well

often carries a backpack with her

owns a switchblade which she sometimes carries with herself

she can run faster than one would assume

she owns an Opel Kadett (C or D) Caravan (old as hell but loves it to pieces) and a Ducati Hypermotorad 950 / Ducati Streetfighter V4

has a bit of training in hand-to-hand combat, taught to her by a friend

she learned to sew her own clothes and often makes clothes that start out as ideas in her head or that she sees in shops, online or other people wearing

she's quite crafty

she owns and carries a zippo lighter with herself even tho she doesn't smoke

she loves astronomy and reads and watches stuff related to it if she get's her hands on it

her favourite planet is pluto (doesn't care what anyone else says) and she loves how jupiter looks

she loves mythology (all kinds of, mostly greek, egyptian, norse, celtic and gaelic mythology but also looks out for other kinds as well)

she read lots of fairy tales when she was a kid, still has a few favourites laying around

she likes living in a small town more than a big city

likes to live a cozy and more minimalistic life

doesn't like to get too much attention

has a duffle bag that is packed with essentials in her wardrobe

always has one to two water bottles in her car and backpack

owns a survival kit which entails: rope, flashlight, first aid kit, compass and the likes

swears occasionally

her sense of humour is something for itself, likes to hear jokes

when she decides to wear lipstick she chooses darker red/pink colours

doesn't touch people without their consent or if she knows beforehand that it's okay to; except for extreme situations like rescuing somebody (for whatever reason) or if in a fight

has something of an oral fixation like chewing gum, biting and tugging on her lower lip & playing with her lip piercing

loves sunrises and sunsets and takes pictures of them with her polaroid camera or phone camera when she has the chance

she's protective over the people that she likes/loves like the ones she sees as family and friends

always carries a d20 with herself

loves to drink bubble tea

she's clairvoyant (clairvoyance)

has the (psychic) ability of precognition

her bones or more like her joints often pop somewhat loud when she stretches

au!AJ:

has a crush on Clayton Spencer (@rottent33th 's OC)

loves Clay's freckles and loves to trace them softly with her eyes (later maybe with her fingers? 👀 if she's allowed)

loves Clay's hazel eyes (literally anything about him really, sorry, she's a sucker for him) and has a habit of getting lost in them when she stares for a while (like, they could be hanging out with the band or with other people, laughing, having a good time and she looks over at him because he said something funny or interesting and let's her eyes room over his face, gaze landing on his eyes eventually and just looking. after a while it just turns into staring because she's kinda hypnotized, and so chances are 50/50 that she either ends up realizing what she's doing and averts her gaze or get caught staring by him or anyone else)

Songs

(Songs I was listening to while writing this. Can be seen as songs to associate with her or that she listens to as well)

5 Seconds of Summer - Complete Mess

5 Seconds Of Summer - No Shame

All Time Low - Backseat Serenade

All Time Low - Clumsy

All Time Low - Painting Flowers

All Time Low - Once In A Lifetime

All Time Low - Sleepwalking

All Time Low - The Irony Of Choking On A Lifesaver

All Time Low - Too Much

Ava Max - Kings & Queens

Black Veil Brides - In The End

Black Veil Brides - Ritual

Black Veil Brides - Born Again

Black Veil Brides - Field Of Bone

Black Veil Brides - Torch

Daisy Jones & The Six - Look At Us Now (Honeycomb)

Daisy Jones & The Six - Regret Me

Deftones - Minerva

Devon Cole - W.I.T.C.H.

Elle King - Baby Outlaw

Em Beihold - 12345

Em Beihold - Numb Little Bug

Fifth Harmony - That's My Girl

Guns N' Roses - Sweet Child Of Mine

Halsey - Graveyard

Halsey - Without Me

Halsey - You Should Be Sad

INXS - Need You Tonight

Kate Bush - Running Up That Hill

Kiss - I Was Made For Lovin' You (this immediately came to mind then I read this post from @rottent33th)

https://at.tumblr.com/rottent33th/its-me-again-mwahahah-since-you-have-quite-a/ex6olyio2l0s

Lady Gaga - Bloody Mary (normal version and the sped up tiktok version)

Lena - Looking For Love

Måneskin - Baby Said

Måneskin - Supermodel

Måneskin - The Loneliest

Måneskin - Timezone

Marshmello - Silence

Metallica - Master Of Puppets

My Chemical Romance - Helena

Phlotilla - Going Down Fighting

Olivia Rodrigo - Brutal

OneRepublic - West Coast

Tate McRae - She's All I Wanna Be

The Clash - Should I Stay Or Should I Go

The Prodigy - Spitfire

The Wombats - Greek Tragedy (Oliver Nelson TikTok Remix)

Type O Negative - Christian Woman

Type O Negative - Cinnamon Girl

Zara Larsson - Ruin My Life

Pics

More Picrew pics

Tagging: @rottent33th @slaasherslut @bluecoolr @the-pinstriped-hood @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better should I tag anyone else?

#oc: aj riley #aj riley #introduction #moodboards #my oc

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k00294140 · 4 months

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Photoshop?

I had unfortunately missed the introduction to photoshoo due to my CCS and Tutorial so I was quite clueless. I had a bit of previous experience but nothing meaningful. U really just wanted to mess around and try to understand what this program is and what I could do. I discovered you can draw and actually doing quite a little excited I wasn't expecting. I really like the drawing and colouring capabilities of photoshop and wanted to use that mainly for this piece.

I an using my previous thumbnails that I had created on Tuesday in the workshop. We created a other mind map to expand and pin point exactly on how we are exploring our ideas through.. I chose "Flow" (as in creative flow and movement), stuck and unpredictable. I had loads of of fun creating different thumbnail ideas for this project. I made a lot so here they are.....

Mind map.

Thumbnail sketches...

In the end we made the people around us vote for which we should do and then we had to expand on this and make it bigger! Here's my bigger version / final version of what I wanted it to look like :)))

While in photoshop I didn't actually draw the cat as I was already struggling just drawing with a mouse so I decided to use the picture that had originally given me the inspiration to draw this!

I used rough and scratch lines in places to make it appear as if it was drawn. The process of cutting out the background was nightmarish. I tried using the automatic way the program does for you but it cut it out so terribly so I ended up doing it myself. I zoomed in a lot and cut it out bit by bit. Some places were still a big choppy so I used a blur tool to smoothen it out so it looked a lot better. I was really satisfied with how easy it was so draw on photoshop. The mouse using part wasn't but it had everything you would need and a great varaity if colour. I enjoyed myself throughout. I ended up using my previous colour pallets which I have posted before hand :))

There was a lot a lot if different styles of brushes I could use which added to the fun!. The stars and swirlys came from my inspiration of the Baebadoobee posters I have posted earlier. I love how cute yet chaotic thy look and wanted to embody that.

Here it is! I ended up not doing the tail but I kind of regret it do I might add it tomorrow when I get the chance

I started to try work on my original idea if making a rock star poster but I ran into a lot of difficulties. The pictures I have are too small and poorly taken so when I move them to photoshop they pixilate very badly and you can barely see what they even are. I attempted to fix this by looking up solutions but I myself couldn't fix it. I also struggled on how to move one picture to another picture instead of creating their different documents... It was really confusing...

But today u was wandering in EASONS when I came across the magazine section. I remembered how I enjoyed creating those magazine art and sonic began searching through them. I ended up finding this great one filled to the brim of fashion models strutting and posing to very interesting backgrounds. I thought it would be really funny to instead of making a rock star poster to creating a poster for a cats fashion show/ Runway (A meoway)

I thought I could use some of these pictures (I will post separately) to create the runway advertisement and to use the singular models to be the "headliners" at the runway. I'm thinking about using gouache and paining the to be cats instead of humans and changing their names into cat puns etc. Im debating on using Ms paint to digitally add stars and other sparkles because I like how weird and cubic the Ms paint brush is.

#cats #photoshop #lsad #thumbnail #graphic design

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fmp1cieranshippy · 1 year

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EXTENSIVE RESEARCH 5

How does your game discuss environment?

The bug in the story was added so many genetically altered chromosomes to the point it basically mutated in size, small and or big, with few mutations in the long run growing wings not growing wings, changing to unrealistic disgusting looking colours, showing signs of mutations as in sickness yet it becoming apart of the bugs lifestyle and the way it keeps itself alive instead of being a problem for the bugs themselves.

My game firsts introduce the experiment going wrong, to then introducing us to a small friendly town a few months or weeks later, having missing animal issues while getting to know all the characters and the character that you choose and the town itself. While also slowly addressing the threat that will be revealed later on into the story.

To contrast to this information of how my story explains environment, I will look into us playing with insect genetics and movies based on that topic and other movies in similar contrast to elevate that idea and to give you an idea on where I am coming from.

The Fly

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This is to also build some contrast to my story and idea, as what can happened when you mess with genetics of an insect and what you do when you play with mother nature, which is what i can build that the secret organisation can use the bugs they capture at the end of the game to help the humans from new diseases etc which stupidly results in mutations to people as people began turning into monsters which becomes the new disease. a good contrast to take from this as to show that playing around with mother nature should be taken with caution and not taken lightly.

This Research here will help me understand how when we play with genetics on insects how it can change the way they act look and react etc etc and if it has good side affects or bad side affects. just to contrast to my stories bug and how it was genetically altered.

From reading through this what I've gained from this is the concerns of using insects for modification, as their are some issues to tackle first before doing so, like if we change to much or give them something to remove an issue like disease would it backfire and cause variant of that disease or just another disease in a different circumstance.

Which is good contrast to my bugs as in my world and worlds story the government has banned tests on bugs as situations have shown that mutations happen to bugs more often then to animals and people.

and a good contrast that illegal testing is still happening no matter of the cause as of course there is.

What makes for excellent or interesting pixel art?

Grab some information from this website to understand the styles and the history etc

During the fifth generation of gaming, titles started to deviate from pixels and lean much harder into the realm of polygons and full motion video. Metal Gear Solid effectively recreated the stealth action gameplay from its MSX forefathers on the considerably more powerful PlayStation platform. Players were enthralled as video games inched closer and closer to pure realism. In turn, many developers decided to leave pixels behind, electing to challenge themselves to fulfill those players' fantasies.

However, some games retained this pixelated art style while still taking full advantage of increased horsepower, such as Castlevania Symphony of the Night, also for the PlayStation. While polygon counts grew higher and 3D gaming blossomed, the love for pixilated visuals never really went away, and independent developers have done their best to keep it alive and well.

Eastward's world is filled with bustling towns overflowing with cartoony and expressively animated characters to interact with. Beyond the towns, Eastward has dark and gloomy caverns filled with dangerous foes. Eastward's art style invokes the likes of Nintendo's classic EarthBound, which served as the inspiration for both Eastward and the playable video game within Eastward titled "Earth Born."

Upon looking at the imagery and taking bits of informational and reading through, what is considered good pixel art is the exact amount of detail that you can go in a small canvases while also doing the opposite, where little less detail can be eye catching still and still be engaging and how small and big you can get in pixel art and still have a good looking piece of artwork.

The fact that it is easier to shade with the art style than in normal art styles, as you can draw out shapes or weird shapes that mean nothing until you put it together and magically its hair, the amount you can do with pixel is amazing.

The fact that it focus on old style like games use to have which has a bit of nostalgia feel to it,

And it does not matter if the artwork is terrible, as I learned you can have terrible art yet the story and gameplay can elevate your artwork to make an amazing experience, as the strange style might make it more entertaining and also with pixel art it doesn't matter for style as pixel art you can never go too detail or less detail as if you go too detail it may look realistic at that point or if you go too less detailed it will look like a weird blog, but that is the perfection of the blocky style you can be terrible at drawing but still create something amazingly stupid or terrible looking in pixel art and it still be considered awesome and cool. It just depends on what works and what doesn't.

To the contrast to my designs, its a mixture of simple and detailed, as this mixture it all depends on what is in focus more and what is in focus less, for the town the town is not as focus so less detail is added, with contrast to the cave its more detail as that is a big focus and focused more. Same with the bug to the contrast to the people the bug more focus as that is the main thing in the game idea people less focus as they are just suppose to make the bug a much bigger focus and give it more contrast. |Same with the shed design I might make as that as well will be more in focus so more detail will be added. In my opinion it just depends on what is in focus and what is not in focus and it can go both ways where you can no focus at all with anything and it still have some contrast or you have so much focus with everything and again is has good contrast but it can go with more contrast or too much contrast, so in my opinion I need a different range of pixel art to elevate what should be in focus and what should not, as that helps the players and others to know what to focus on more and what to focus on less.

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ibbysinn · 2 years

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Blog for graphics design

To begin with, allow me to start the day with the things I have found. I hadn't really left my house during the day so - the typography I had been witnessed to was mainly what had been within my house. Mainly, packaging of products specifically. So... I will go ahead and leave the typography of each snack/food I ate today instead. Personally, I believe that to be huge inspiration as I like food.

I personally noticed upon posting these that food branding such as biscuits in particular tend to have a more cursive approach, signifying a "tasteful" sort of vibe. Their audience have grown to commonly associate a style with "food" or "biscuits" in particular.

There is also typography that is purposeful. These are paint cans, the typography colouring is used to match with the colour of the paint. I found that very creative. But, this had been the main events of my day. Onto the tasks!

This is the first task I've made - my manifesto. In this, I had to use around 100 words towards just describing something: which could've been my motivation, anything emotional, ect. My approach to this was: confusion and freedom. Although it does seem to appear that my manifesto is giving a message, I don't think I expressed it well enough. Though, I love that confusing effect. The message itself encourages others to seek out a normal life and normal experiences. I believe the constant seeking for this is what defines me, and thus I had created my manifesto through this. Unintentionally, I also broke the rules my teacher had given me during this - which i've... fixed in my actual files.

In my next word, I've picked out a word and sentence to alter. This had been "freedom" and "we only need simple words" as I believe they are the most important within my manifesto. They are what I believe to be able to give the most impact. To put emphasis on them, I increased and minimised the size of the two - making them more noticeable, whether big or small. I had then attached that to my current manifesto.

After that, I had taken the singular word freedom and had fun messing around with the placement of the word itself. I scattered the letters, repeated them, separated them, ect. I did all this in fun, and to let my creative outlet run wild. I had fun with this and was able to come up with fun placements! I combined this with my next task, actually altering the typography itself.

In this, I began using aspects such as opacity, strike through, sizes and space in order to create different designs. There was no specific inspiration between these designs. But, I did come up with designs that had impressed myself.

But then all of a sudden... I decided to change the word. I enjoyed the sound of "oh deer" - plus, Christmas is around the corner. In this, I had used colour onto my typography and compared the colour on an actual paper against what had been on the screen. During this, we had learnt about what the best colour options to use had been and how much it mattered. I experimented with blue, an obvious colour that'll make the difference noticeable.

In this sideway picture, we had made a colour palette out of the printouts of the words we used. Through that, I was able to decide on three supporting colours for my typography!

In this image, we had used the idea of being able to use three dimensional space to help create a design for our typography. We did this by using the projection facilities, and using it on our existing typography. This would then be converted into black and white grayscale and placed onto adobe illustrator and used in my later work.

Later on, I had eventually formed a creative partnership with someone in the photography department. We collaborated to create a portrait to represent my word.

After a bunch of experimentation, this had been the result! We picked this portrait due to how we liked it. This symbolised my typography through what's going on in the image, the umbrella breaking. It's confusing and that was my goal. On a side note, I should probably get a haircut. Using the 3D typography, I had went ahead and used it as a Masthead. This collaboration worked out well, and we both had used our skills to contribute to our tasks!

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parisakamali · 2 years

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hey bie! for the split text ask: https://rvebennett.tumblr.com/post/682814486372057088 like the student and babel in the first panel? i suddenly can't seem to find any edit for this :(

hiii, no worries!

i'm not sure how coco does it since that's her edit, but it's probably the same as i do it or similar enough so i'll explain that😌

you have your text layer (preferably with the font and colour already decided, but you could change them later too, depends, but i'll let you know when we get there).

the next step would be to decide what part of if you'd like to split and how, exactly. if you want to do it like in coco's edit and just split the text enough to fit a word in between, you can do as follow:

create a layer mask for you text layer

get the rectangular marquee tool and draw a rectangle in the middle (or whatever other part) of you text like this:

sometimes photoshop is nice enough to help you center it, but play around with it if not (i think you can move your selection around with the arrow keys).

the next step is to select your layer mask! then take your eraser and erase the text inside your selection. you'll end up with this (after you deselect (you can use CTRL + D for that)):

now, if you have shadows or any type of styles basically, i would suggest you turn your text into a smart object or rasterize it before this step, because it will get all messed up otherwise. if you choose to rasterize, make sure you use Rasterize Layer Style.

the thing is once you rasterize / turn it into a smart object you won't be able to change the font anymore, so think before you do it, i guess lol (you can still change the color by adding a color overlay, if you want)

anyway, all that's left now is to choose your smaller text and place it in the empty space you just created! and you get this:

now! if you want to make something similar to the first panel in this edit, basically to actually split the text, you will do the following:

once again make sure you have your text with font and color decided. i would suggest you decide everything from the get go and then rasterize your layer. i'm not even sure how would this work if you choose not to (i'm sure it would, but it would also be annoying, i think).

then you'll get your polygonal lasso tool (press L for it) and decide how you wanna split your text. i'll cut it in half on a diagonal, like this:

it doesn't have to be perfect, it's up to you how it will look.

the next step is to add a mask layer. you'll notice that the part of your element which wasn't selected disappeared. don't panic, it's still there haha

you will then copy your "text" layer (with its layer mask ofc). i would suggest you drag the layer onto the create new layer button in the bottom right side, next to the bin:

this way your layer stays exactly in the same position on you canvas.

now that you have two layers, select the layer mask for one of them and press CRTL + i to invert the layer mask selection.

your text is back woo! but you have two different halves of it now, so you can move them around however you want, separately.

i moved mine a little and added a shadow on the layer that's on top to make it look idk,, like it's above the other one lol

you could also use the rectangular marquee tool to select the top half your text, add a mask layer then duplicate your text layer, inverse the mask and separate the two halves. AND then add your smaller text there, like this:

i hope this made sense? but let me know if not ✨

#anonymous #human interaction

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your-local-biromantic-ace · 2 years

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Hello if you are taking requests I loved your "It was never meant to be" imagine I love your writing style too. So I was gonna ask if you could do a part two where will and the reader are revived and the reader is just as evil as wilbur and dream (I'm a sucker for villain readers ok? Don't come at me pls-)

Hello, did you miss me?

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┊‧୨୧‧ Platonic

┊‧୨୧‧ pronouns of (y/n) - They/them

┊‧୨୧ TW - Mentions of death, graphic descriptions and thoughts of violence , character deaths

┊‧୨୧ some stuff - (y/n) is the reader (aka you) and (h/c) is their hair colour (aka your hair colour)

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‘:: Authors note ⇐Hello there! Thanks for the compliment (*>∇<)ﾉ !! Sorry for the late post, I absolutely love the idea! But I would be changing some stuff as of the reader is just as evil as Wilbur but not as much as dream. I am also not caught up with the streams so I changed some stuff. I hope you like it!! (≡^∇^≡) ‚

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It has been years since the destruction of L'manburg, years since the the death of the founder of the nation, years since the death of (y/n) . A lot has changed since then. The once L'manburg who stood proudly at its place after the incident again shattered to the ground but this time, it was permanent. The Dream who is the founder of the Dreamsmp , is now in prison for torture of minors , stealing many valuables and holding them as hostage . This is what the residents were being told on the news. While this is partly true, there are much worse things Dream has done. His original sentance was death by the hands of the victims who he had tortured, by the hands of Tommy as well deserved it was, bringing justice to the poor child, it was reduced to being in prison till death. Why? You may ask . It was for if Dream dies, then death will be permanent, no ghost of residents would anymore wander around the smp, if someone dies, they'll stay in afterlife, forever stuck in their own little limbo. Tommy didn't want that to happen, as much as he now hates Wilbur's tactics, he still missed his brother, he also liked Ghostbur's company, who was a much better company than Wilbur in Pogtopia. Hence decided to lock up dream for good. But with the recent visit to dream, Tommy now thinks other wise. Dream is now more of a menance to society than he ever already was. A more of a threat to Tommy. That sick bastard beat Tommy to death and then revived him. Three months in afterlife. Three months in that dark void. Three months in that dark, tight spaced, suffocating void . God knows if Tommy had spend and minute more with Dream in that prison what would've happened.

Tommy now stood in front of the prison, the place where he last died, the place where he was again revived. He stood there with Ghostbur and (y/n) , who was in his usual cheery self . Both had agreed to help Tommy in his plan. (Y/n) was more worried about Tommy after what had happened recently so they tagged along with the two. Before entering the prison, Tommy splashed a small bottle of invisibility potion on himself and (y/n) in order to not be seen and made sure that any weapons or other stuff weren't visible to naked eye. And with that the trio made their way inside the prison

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The process was going perfectly fine with Sam having no idea that there were two more uninvited guests who had different plans. The trio with Sam were now standing in front of the lava path, waiting for the lava to clear out enough for the visitors to be able to go through. Most of the lava was gone and there now stood the flying machine, ready to escort them to the prisoner, the founder of this prison himself, Dream. The trio stood on the flying machine, which was slowly taking them closer to Dream. Tommy's heart pounded, he was an inch close to killing Dream for good, he cannot mess this up, he has to stay still untill the lava blocked the view for other so that they don't notice him. There were to many factors that can fuck up, like the invisibility potion, but that would be rare, Tommy had made sure to eat some gapples so that the potion stays on longer he also made sure to splash on himself a potion of regeneration for just in case the plan fails and he gets killled instead. The Trio was now standing on the edge of the cell, Dream was now on the other side of the netherite block, just a block away from Tommy's sharp axe.

"STOP! "

Tommy was startled by the sudden shouting he turned around to the see the person who was shouting at them.

"STOPSTOPSTOP MOVING RIGHT NOW " Sam shouted, taking a trident out of his inventory .

"Who is that on your left Ghostbur?! " Sam sternly said.

Why was Sam all of a sudden telling Ghostbur to stop, did he notice something — Oh.

Tommy had taken his axe out too early.

There is no return now. And with that Tommy with full force, ran towards the netherite block and tried to lunged towards Dream . But his attempt failed, Dream had , in time ran towrds a corner of the cell. He was now far to reach.

Anger fueled inside of Tommy with all force he could still tried to hit Dream and screamed

" GET BACK HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! "

Dream just stood there at the corner, stood there with a smile , a taunting one. God how much it made his blood boil, if only he could stab that man countless times , chop his body into peices and then leave them in exile, the place where Tommy was tortured and manipulated for months, for the rats to eat . Tommy gritted his teeth as he swinged his axe some more

He was more frustrated than angry, all that effort, all that months of prior of planning all gone to waste, all because of a silly little mess up.

"Get back here before I kill you " San ordered, now tightly gripping his trident, ready to take action if his order was not followed.

Tommy stood there for a moment before finally giving up and returning to Sam on his was, he mumbled a small "Fuck you" to Sam.

Sam then handed a glass of milk , which Tommy drank , causing the potion effect to wear off and he was now visible to Sam and others.

"TOMMY?!! " Sam exclaimed.

"WHAT!? " Tommy hissed

The two argued back and forth, Dream sometimes joining in to say a word or two. The argument and the heated atmosphere was very distressing to the two ghosts, Ghostbur backed away till his back was now against the Netherite blocks, ge curled into a small ball with his hands on his ears, wanting the screaming to stop, meanwhile (y/n) was also scared and wanted to levitate to the other side and stop the argument but was scared of the lava . They just stood there as they watched the chaos of an argument unfold on the other side .

"WAIT (Y/N) IS THERE TOO!?? " Sam exclaimed , surprised that there was another one of uncalled guests . How did he know that they were there, (y/n) thought yo themselves . Uh oh (y/n)'s invisibility potion weared off.

"THIS IS THE REASON I DON'T LET YOU IN PRISON NOW GHOSTBUR AND (Y/N) IS STUCK OVER THERE"

"YA AND I'LL REVIEVE BOTH OF THEM IF YOU DON'T LET ME FREE" Dream finally shouted from the other side, seeing an opportunity to be freed from this hell of a prison.

Silence fell upon all of them .

The silence was agai soon replace by panic from both sides .

Both Ghosts now started to panic. None of them wanted to die to have their once alive self be back from death .

"To- TOMMYTOMMY YOU SAID IT WILL BE OKAY!! " Ghostbur was the one who broke the silence between the two.

"NONONONO KILL HIM SAM!!!! " Tommy also started to panic, now shouting at Sam to kill that bastard before he kills his loved ones.

The two again started to agrue, now blaming each other .

Dream was getting bored of their screaming matches so he soon grabbed (y/n) by the hair and pulled them towards him as close as he could get them.

(Y/n) screamed in pain, trying to free from Dreams grasp, on the other side, both Sam and Tommy started to panic but Sam refused to let Dream out.

Tommy now begged Sam to go get the two back before it's too late, but it was already late. Right before his eyes, he saw Dream snap (y/n)'s neck and they faded to dust. This cause more painc between the three.

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There was another screaming math between Tommy and Sam, Sam still refusing to get Ghostbur back .

Dream again, shot his last warning

"Listen IF YOU DON'T LET ME OUT I'M GONNA REVIVE HIM "

Another moment of silent and again Tommy begging Sam to get Ghostbur out of there but Sam adamant on his decision. On the other hand, Ghostbur's panic ensues.

"TOMMY YOU SAID IT WAS GOING TO BE OKAY" Ghostbur sobbed, his hands now trembling, his eyes , glistening with tears, the tears transformed into smoke as they fell on his pale white skin, which caused more harm and pain to Ghostbur, and this forming more tears. He just wanted this to be over with , he didn't wish to die, all he wanted at this moment was to hug and cuddle friend.

"GHOSTBUR GHOSTBUR " TOMMY yelled from the other side, to get the attention of the ghost as soon as Ghostbur turned to face the blonds, Tommy facial features softened. He then softly but loud enough for the Ghost to hear, he said ,

" Count with me, Count with me "

"1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 "

"1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10"

Both of them counted and with that, Dream with all force he could, smashed a corner of the revival book at the back of the neck of Ghostbur's , causing Ghostbur to also fade into dust.

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"What did you do. "

Ranboo sternly said as they ran along side Tommy with Tubbo. Tommy was now sprinting over the glass case that covered the big crater. He had no time to speak, only mumbling the words "They're back " repeatedly. Both the beeduo did not understand what the case was, but they did somewhat have an idea that the mission had gone terribly wrong. The question 'who is back?' still remained within them and guess they would figure it out when they reach the place Tommy was going to.

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After some minutes of sprinting, they were finally there, in the middle of stone ruins, there laid a small stage, that stage was for when Ghostbur had decided that alivebur should come back to life, but it wasn't successful. That was an year ago and minds had changed since then. It was now Dawn. Tommy was now furiously searching around the area for something or someone . The duo just stood there, confused. Then, Ranboo pointed straight and questioned

" Wait, who is that? "

The clingyduo look at the direction the half enderman half ghast hybrid was pointing at and saw two figures at distance. Tommy's eyes widened at the scene, could it be them? Tommy slowly walked at the direction of the figures, nervously saying

" Wilbur? Y- (y/n)? "

The figures seemed to have heard him and looked at his direction, Tommy was now close enough for the three of them to somewhat clearly see each other's faces. It was infact (y/n) and Wilbur. Both of them seemed to have aged and now have a white stripe, similar to Tommy's who had gotten it after he was revived. The only difference was that (y/n) hair has a handful of white stripes spread all throughout their (h/c) colored hair while Wilbur and Tommy had one. The two newly revived siblings look at Tommy with a big toothy grin, though both of their emotions were different. (Y/n) smile was more of an happy and endearing smile while Wilbur's was more of a insane grin with a hint of endearment. Both said at once

" Hello, Did you miss me? "

" Awww Tommy hello, I'm back! "

"oh no... " Tommy wispered

"Hello again" Wilbur again spoke, while (y/n) gave a confused look back to Tommy.

The two of them felt numb but quite shocked and surprised.

" W- what happened, why are we here? " (Y/n) asked, their voice hoarse , not quite sure why, was it the previous last screaming as a ghost or was it that they were alive after years of being dead.

"You're in L'manburg" Tommy said, not quite pleased to have Wilbur revived . The two's eyes perked up and they quickly turned and wandered to take of look of their surroundings, then they saw the large crater which has replaced L'manburg. Both of them hissed at the sight in front of them. Wilbur looked back, surprised

" Wait, di— did I do this? " He spoke, his tone filled with shock. (Y/n) just looked at the crater with amusement, they had definitely missed a lot back when they were dead. The trio were now stepping on the glass, Wilbur exploring and kept looking at the crater, getting more amused second by second. (Y/n) wandered on their own, observing the crater, still very amused and amazed at the sight. Tommy just kept following Wilbur.

" Holy crap, we did a lot here (y/n)?! " Wilbur said as he looked at the direction of (y/n), excitement was filled in his voice? But this wasn't the time to know if his voice was filled with excitement or anger, what the fuck he meant by we and (y/n).

(Y/n) from a distance kept their eyes at the crater, thier lips forming a satisfied grin as they said back "yes Wil, we did do quite some damage here"

"You didn't do it , it was Dream and Technoblade" Tommy mumbled and of course it fell upon deaf ears.

"What the fuck do you mean by (y/n) !? " Tommy said , obviously shocked at the statement.

"Oh did you not— of course you didn't know, well Tommy, (y/n) was also a part in blowing up L'manburg "

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY WERE TEAMED WITH YOU TO BLOW UP L'MANBURG!?? " Tommy exclaimed, completely shocked by the news.

" Yes, Toms, I was a part of the plan, how do you think Wilbur, a one person can place so many stacks of tnt undereath the entirety of L'manburg over a span of few days " (Y/n) chimed in, as they walked beside Tommy and sat on top of a stone ruin, as they saw Tommy's reaction with amusement. Before continuing

" But it wasn't the part of the plan for me to die, I had originally planned to move in with Techno and Dadza after that , guess it was kinda my fault too to stand at the place of destruction.

The clingy duo were very much taken aback by this statement, what the hell did they just hear, THE (Y/n)? A kind soul that could never hurt a fly unless provoked. A traitor? Meanwhile , Wilbur now jumped in joy, the realization that he was alive finally hit him while (y/n) stayed calm, in the moment, they quite liked the genlte breeze hitting their skin. Wilvur then climed on top of a stone ruined to see the first sun rise after 13 years, both the revived duo were completely mesmerized by the moment, Wilbur express more excitement than (y/n), but (y/n) was equally very excited.

" This is MY sun rise! " Wilbur exclaimed, mesmerized by the moment while (y/n) giggled and said

" Oi dickhead this isn't only yours, share some with me "

Wilbur looked back, grinning , and he ruffled (y/n)'s hair .

While the two revived siblings were having their moment. At a distance, the clingy duo looked at them, shocked and were feeling very uneasy .

Oh the fun has just now started.

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‘:: Authors note ⇐ Hello again! I hope you liked it, it is not the best and I feel like I dragged it very much. Remember to drink some water, eat some snacks, relax and try to have a good sleep schedule, it's important and good for you and your body . Bu-bye~!! ‚

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#dream smp x reader #dream smp #dream smp x y/n #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois x reader #sleepy bois fanfic #sbi x y/n #sbi x you #sbi x reader #tommyinnit x sibling reader #Wilbur soot x sibling reader

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venenatd · 3 years

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just friends; eren jaegar x reader

summary: you and eren are best pals and have both recently be dumped. so, a plan to get over your exes is needed! what’s better than going out on the town trying to find quick fucks >:) also eren is a smug bastard but kinda has a heart of gold??

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (choking, unprotected sex, creampie drinking, drunk sex, possessiveness ig? dirty talk, both of them want to be dominant tbh. slight size kink, oral both m and f receiving. female bodied reader)

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 5.8k words of unedited content

a/n: uh so i never thought i’d be back on my tumblr bullshit at 23 but hey after years without the app i’m back. i needed to get out the h-word and this is what happened. enjoy and i’m sorry if it’s terrible lmao

“You look different”

Frowning at the man waiting ever so patiently for you on the sofa, you look a little defeated. “Is that meant to be a compliment, Eren?”. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at you. To be fair, maybe you did. Wearing a figure hugging black dress, that definitely just hid your ass cheeks, hair styled and sprayed in place, dark lipstick and makeup on your face. Usually Eren would have seen you in sweats, always running a little late for class, snack in hand.

“Different isn’t bad,” he offered, checking the watch that lay on his wrist, “are we ever going to get to the bar? Your plan will fall through if you’re not careful.”

Ah, the plan. Both you and Eren were newly single. In your final year at university, having managed to keep each relationship going until almost the end. Ironic. Weren’t most meant to fail in the first year? But alas, your partners had decided it was the end within a couple of weeks each other, and as you and Eren had been close since you met on orientation day, you each took to the other for comfort. You had done the crying first, going to him the minute your call with the ex had ended. Leaving wet splotches on his shirt, he had calmed you, only for you to do the same to him later. Now the crying was done, it was time to move on, and what better advice to follow than getting under someone to get over another?

“I just need to look hot enough for a guy to fuck me.”

“What a romantic you are.”

“Shut up Er-”

Eren shifted from the couch, interrupting your usual sass, “and what about me, y/n? Do I look beautiful?”. He threw in a wink with his comment, his aura of cockiness always radiating. You rolled your eyes, before studying his figure. His dark hair half pulled back into a bun, the rest draping his neck and onto a deep emerald green silk shirt, with the top few buttons loose, tucked into dark pants. A ring on each hand, fingers with chipping black nail polish, and to top it off, a thin chain on his neck. You hated to admit it and add to his smug demeanour but... the man did look good.

“Gorgeous as always Eren,” you said sarcastically, even if it was truthful, “I’m sure there will be a queue of women who are wanting to jump on you.”

“Not if they aren’t all taken already,” he taps at his watch. Whilst the two of you had already been drinking as he waited for you to get ready, it was definitely on the later side.

“Order the uber, and we can go.”

Walking over to him and adding shoes to your outfit, you present yourself before him, a cute little smile playing on your lips. He’s staring down at his phone, quickly going through the motions for the ride. Finally, he looks up to catch your eyes. His jade pupils flick down slightly, and he hopes you miss that they land at the cleavage you’re sporting in your current get up. He flicks your nose, earning a scowl from you and a smile from him.

“You look perfect”

The club is far fuller than you both expected, dance floor and tables taken up and crowded round. Luckily, you had managed to secure you and Eren a pair of seats at the bar, and you were currently on your third..? Fourth drink of the evening. Green eyes watch your lips carefully, as you finish the vodka and lemonade.

“So, anyone take your fancy?” he prompts, looking around at the mess of people.

Humming, you scan the area. There’s some people you recognise from class, but plenty more you don’t know. Fucking friends seems like a bad move, even in your tipsy state, so you look to the strangers faces. They don’t look like him. Ugh.

There’s a few options though, and as you point them out to Eren they come with brief descriptors: dark hair and stubble, wide set blonde. He tuts at the options, sarcastically letting out a “sure sure, I see the appeal”.

“And how about you, anyone you like the look of?” you ask with a sigh.

Christ, Eren thinks to himself. It’s been long enough that he hasn’t had to look for someone else. Sure there were attractive people in the world, but with her around, he hadn’t needed to give anyone else a second look. His palm moves to the back of his neck, stretching out behind him with a huff. “Let’s look on the dance floor?” he offers, clearly not as eager as you were tonight. Moving his hand back down, he holds it out for you, pulling towards the throng of people.

He looks effervescently cool like this. Shirt open, hair starting to fall from his bun. Eren is looking around at the people surrounding the two of you. The two of you had been working in circles, allowing each other an eyeful as the club goers move around the space. As a group of guys push their way from the dance floor to the bar, you get shoved towards Eren. Heels were never quite your forte, and you stumble against him, hands on either side of his chest. Grinning down at you with that smug little smile that annoyed you so much, Eren brought large hands to your waist, pushing you away a little. But his hands stay there as he continues to sway to the music, making no effort to break the contact. And so you bring your arms up to his neck, allowing his movements to carry you on time to the song. For the first time in the past couple of weeks, you feel light. Your chest isn’t constricted by some foreign weight. It’s just you and your best friend, buzzed and free.

Colours change above you, as you look up to Eren, him down to you. A playful grin takes his lips as he pulls you a little closer, you so easily accepting the narrowing distance. Your black silk meets his deep green, chest pushing into his. You carefully analyse his features, seeing if he attempts to check you out like earlier.

Was it the alcohol making your cheeks so warm? Lit up by a purple hue, you watch his eyes return to exploring the crowd, his hand still holding on to you. His smirk falters, his eyebrows creasing together. You’re not moving in circles anymore, Eren pausing in his movements as he thinks about what to do next. He shouldn’t lie to you, but seeing your ex at the bar would really harsh the night. Under his fingers, he can feel your body tense, suddenly unsure at how close the contact between you was.

But Eren doesn’t want you to know, he doesn’t want you to be distracted by your ex tonight. He doesn’t want to see your hurt little face anymore. The way your eyes would be red and puffy the next day. The way he would feel your shoulders heaving under his arms. You don’t deserve that. Hell, you didn’t deserve the huge amount of shit your ex had put you through over the years he’d known you. Eren would sit back and listen to you rant, support you where he could. But fuck that guy. And he wasn’t sure what sparked in his chest, but Eren’s jade orbs are trained straight back on you. His eyebrows calm, tension releasing from them. As you can turn to scope out whatever had changed his body language so suddenly, he catches your jaw.

Beginning to slowly move again, his eyes have narrowed, taking in the way the dress hugs you, the shine on your skin from the hot dance floor. Eren couldn’t quite figure out what was intoxicating him right now. Definitely a lot of alcohol, but also a sudden… possessiveness. He didn’t want you in pain anymore. Eren wanted you in pleasure. His breath is suddenly on your neck, making your hair raise.

“I’ve only seen one person I’m interested in tonight.”

“Oh?” you squeak, before clearing your throat a little. The new deep notes in his voice catch you off guard. It almost sounds like he’s… No. He’s your best friend. The little looks you’d been giving each other all night were just two people looking out for one another, two people seeing each other happy for the first time in a while. Your voice is calmer as you ask light-heartedly, “and who would that be?”

His lips are so close to your ear.

“You.”

“Eren-” your hands move from behind his neck, resting on his shoulders. You need to see your best friend's face, you need to know if he’s joking right now. If he’s mocking you. When you draw back, you see his face. Smug, as always. Fuck you’ve always wanted to knock that cockiness down a peg. Cheshire smile showing his teeth and his eyes looking down at you. Half lidded eyes, pupils blown. He’s not joking. Fuck.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your breath is caught in your throat. All too aware suddenly of each of his finger pads pressing into your skin, the contact feeling like fire with the added alcohol. But, you find yourself nodding, the yes just escaping your lips before he’s pressed into them.

Large hands travel to your hip, and up your back, pressing you into him. You can feel his body, tense in exhilaration against you, hands back around his neck. One travels up to the nape of his back, tangling into his hair and pulling him deeper into you. The music is all consuming, you can feel the bass in your body, you can feel Eren against you, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Eren’s hand on your back travels up, echoing your placement on him, to hold the back of your neck. He doesn’t want you to go, you feel too good. The heat between your bodies could suffocate him. His thumb puts pressure under your jaw, he isn’t even sure you can feel it. But he can, measuring your pulse racing underneath the pad. He’s smiling into this kiss, this all consuming kiss.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you’re all too eager to allow him into your mouth. Tasting the whisky from your home, tasting the coke from the club. His teeth take your lip nipping slightly, before sucking the plump of it into his mouth. You both come up for air, eyes meeting in acknowledgment of the situation.

“Wanna get out of here?”

The drive home had only served to heap tension between you. As clearly that it was that you wanted each other, you would have to wait a while longer. Your thighs pressed together, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Going through your mind was whether this was a good idea, staring out at the city passing by you. Eren was your friend. You were dating another man two weeks ago. The same man that had previously asked you if he needed to be worried about Eren. You’d laughed it off, because it was Eren. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him grip your leg, a little too harshly at first, before settling, leaving a gentle pattern of circles and lines on your inner thigh. It was Eren.

Just one hallway. You had to make it one hallway to get into your apartment. One hallway left to come to your senses. And just like he read your mind, Eren is once again touching you, just his hand on yours pulling you backwards. You twist just in time, his hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, deeply and intensely. Pushing you back into the wall, you pray a neighbour doesn’t walk out now. His knee is pressing gently between your legs, and you allow it. Your fingers sink into Eren’s arms, lightly covered by the fabric yet you can still feel the muscle underneath, relaxing and tensing as he pulls you closer.

His lips are making their way to your jaw, lifting your chin upwards, tentatively licking the bone before moving downwards still, sucking and nipping and licking your neck. A whimper breaks through. You really need to get inside. Gripping his hair, you sharply pull backwards.

“Not going to play nice, huh?”

When did he speak like this? The playful and shit-eating grin your friend Eren always wore was replaced by something darker, his words laced with intent.

“Don’t challenge me.”

You were off, finally at your door, making quick work with the lock, moving in first before he followed. The door shut as you pushed Eren against it, usual doe eyes being taken over with a deep lust. Your hands are instantly at his belt, as his hands find your face once again. This time he’s grabbing your hair, making you look up at him as he glares down at you. You’re constantly challenging one another in conversation, and it’s translating to the bedroom far too easily.

Lips are on one another again, as you leave the belt and start towards his shirt. You bite down on his bottom lip, earning a hiss from him, and you feel his hand being brought around your throat. He doesn’t add too much pressure, checking if this turn is indeed okay with you. When you push against the weight, he takes the gleam in your eye as a yes, and uses the force to push you against the next wall, finally moving off the front door.

It’s a constant battle to get to the bedroom, both of you taking control for short bursts. Eren pulling the thin straps of your dress down, you untucking his shirt. His muscular torso is on full display, and you had never viewed it in this light before.

Finally he pushes you onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. Your kisses are sloppy and infused with alcohol. Hands are desperate with one another, both of you needing to be closer. Are you scared if the contact ends your thoughts will return to sanity?

Eren’s hot and heavy over you, his hands seem everywhere at once. Smoothing up your thigh, digging in slightly to the flesh when you grind against one another. His hands rest at your hips for a moment, and he’s looking down at you, still fucking smiling. All at once, he’s flipped you over his prominent hard on pressing into your ass. He’s whispering in your ear, leaving wet kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blades. Fingers take the zip at the back of your dress, slowly and carefully pulling it down, leaving licks and pecks as he goes. It’s torturous.

You attempt to speed things up by rutting your ass against his crotch, and you think you hear a quiet moan, before his hand is brought down to the fabric, smacking your cheek. You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Eren is too occupied in taking in all of your body, his green eyes are darkened with authority and lust. His nimble fingers play with the short hem of your dress, thumb dipping beneath, before he pushes the silk up.

You both let out soft fuck’s, as his hands grab at the plump of your ass. It’s like he’s testing the softness, the way your flesh responds to his touch so easily. He slaps at you again, earning a sharp moan from you. Eren’s leaning down, his mouth once again trailing across the apex of your behind, leaving trails of saliva as he goes. Before you can even register the new sensations you can feel a soft pressure against your clothed cunt, just enough to let you know the presence of his hand, but not enough for you to get off on. You’re mewling, once again trying to get closer to him. This time he allows it, eagerly pressing his ring and middle finger to your clit, allowing you to grind upon them.

Seeing you underneath him like this… it’s new and strange and so fucking hot. He’s watching you desperately try and fill the need building in your core, and he can only feel his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you coming undone. If you wanted more, he could definitely give it to you. Bringing his large hands away, to the flimsy fabric that was covering you, he pulls it down, exposing you to him. His heart and dick fucking jump. His hands return to your ass, watching the jiggle as you move and whimper. Spreading you, he brings his face down, breath tingling on your most sensitive areas.

Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue, gentle at first, licks between your folds. He’s tasting you, he’s moaning into your pussy, as you write beneath him. Eren’s hands are squeezing your ass cheeks, holding you still as you try to grind against his face.

“Patience, y/n”, he says, with a slap on your behind again.

“Fuck you,” you hiss.

“You will be in a minute, baby girl, don’t worry.”

You go to make a retort but he’s instantly back, licking up your slit and a deep moan escapes you. Jesus you can feel the smile on his lips as he’s back on your pussy. Eren is so proud of the sounds he can draw from you. He wonders if your ex could make you come undone so easily.

You taste sweet and saccharine on him, and he doesn’t hold back the groan as he further works his way into you. Hardened tongue moving it’s way from your entrance down to your clit. He swipes at it, before moving away again. Kissing your thighs, kissing the skin between your holes. Every now and then he’ll move back to your clit, allowing you a moment of pleasure before he’s teasing again. “Fuck, please”. Your whines are being smothered by the sheets, and Eren wants nothing more than to hear them, loud and clear.

Eren’s ringed fingers make their way to your hair, his face lifting from between your legs. He pulls you back round, and holy shit you can see how wet you are on his face. There’s a sheen to his lips and chin, and instinctively you reach up to his neck, pulling him back on top of you. Your tongue meets his, tasting your tartness on his mouth. A hand makes it way back down in between your thighs, playing and parting your folds. Your hand in turn reaches up his neck, pulling sharply at his hair once again. “Eren. More- please” you get out in between staggered breaths.

“Aw, since you asked so nicely” his eyes watch your expression closely as his thumb rests on your clit, his finger swiftly moving inside you. Your eyebrows raise and knot, eyes wide and lips parted. But he keeps it still as your legs shaked around his arm. “Eren, move” you demand this time.

“Oh, that’s not so nice. I liked it when you were polite.” He starts to retract his finger, thumb gently swabbing your clit so you’ll know what you miss.

“Please, please, please, Eren, please” you speak before he even gets the first knuckle out. All the teasing was creating a tightness in your lower stomach.

“Much better.”

You whine as he continues to pull his finger from you, until he pushes it back in, curling his solitary finger up. Your fingernails are pressing deep into the muscle of his bicep, feeling how it moves as he finger fucks you. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, and his thumb is swiping eagerly on your clit.

Eren can feel you fluttering around his finger, desperate for more, desperate to release on him. He adds another finger, your wetness allowing him entrance easily. He wants to fuck you so bad, his cock so hard it felt like it was about to burst.

He pushes your hands off him, leaving crescent moon indents deep in his skin, he works his way back down. He brings the black silk with him this time, fully being able to take in your body as you’re left naked before him. Holy shit you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to stare too long and make you shy. But he still kisses his way down, before he’s back at your pussy.

This time he allows you more movement, letting your fingers work their way back into his hair, letting you roll your hips against his tongue and stubble.

With his spare hand he pulls out his cock, slowly pulling at it, before he realises he can’t do that for too long without cumming before the main event. Instead he reaches up, rolling your perked nipples in between his fingers. There are so many sensations on your body, and Eren can feel your cunt beginning to tighten around his fingers. You hold your breath before letting out little moans, building towards reaching your height.

“You want to cum on my fingers?

Your back is arching, whispering “yes, yes, yes, please” as your walls are tightening around him. He quickens the pace, making sure to hit that spot inside you over and over. Thighs around his face, he can feel your slick pooling in his mouth, and coating his chin once again.

Your gummy walls are so tight around his thick fingers, he needs you to finish, watch you fully unravel below him. Sucking and licking at your clit, he’s pushing you towards the edge.

“Eren-” his name is strangled coming out of you, and then your moaning, undulating your cunt against his mouth, riding out your orgasm.

His jade eyes look up at you, watching as you pull your head up to look at him, before another wave of pleasure hits you and you have to arch your neck and look back up. He waits for you to come down, letting you fuck his face and fingers. Grinding against his stubble and tongue as you let out pitiful and beautiful moans. You’re so fucking wet, the sounds coming from between the two of you should be forbidden, as you release onto him.

Finally he withdraws, using his forearm to wipe his face. He lies next to you, allowing you a moment as he draws little circles on your stomach. Eren has never quite looked at you in this light. Sure, you were pretty, and the two of you were obviously close. But now you’d walked a line that couldn’t be undone. You weren’t over your ex, and as okay as Eren was with what had happened between you, he didn’t want you to run. He’s overcome with thoughts, looking down to your chest and the heavy breaths you were taking. All he could pray was that you weren’t pretending he was someone else.

But as Eren is getting caught up in his own mind, you’re twisting, hand reaching to his crotch, cock having been recaptured by his boxers. Palming him, you feel how big he really is for the first time. Fingers trace the edge of his pants and underwear, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. Shit. His dick slapped back to his stomach, precum leaking from the top of his pink head. He was bigger than you’d imagined, because of course you’d imagined it a couple of times.

Your hand looks so small around his cock, but you slowly tease him, his deep green orbs following your movements. Bringing your head down to him, you kitten lick the precum from the top of his dick. He hisses gently, and you look up at him with these big doe eyes, so fucking eager to please.

You push your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue as you begin working along his shaft. He moans just at the sight of you, your eyes peeking up through dark lashes. His hand goes through your hair, eagerly pushing you deeper around him.

He lets out a hoarse, “is this okay?” before you put your own hand on his pushing it for the both of you. You don’t even want to come up for air, you just want him close to you, inside you.

You were learning far more about each other than you had expected, as Eren takes back over. He pushes himself further into you, muttering a good girl that has you whining. The vibrations around his cock make his hips buck, and now you’re gagging as his length hits the back of your throat. He holds you there instead of letting you off, and your nails are sharp against his thighs.

His head lolls back as he starts to move his hips under you, moving you in turn with your hair. He picks up the pace quickly, allowing saliva to drool from you and straight to his cock.

Your eyes prick, big fat tears forming at the corners. But you’re enjoying this way too much, the moans and gasps he gives make you moan, pressing your thighs together for some kind of friction.

He takes your jaw in his grasp, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your tongue sits out your mouth, him smacking the head of his dick on it. He notices your tears then, the mascara that’s running a little. He swipes at the corner of your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead.

Bringing you up to him, your dripping folds sliding across his length. His lips are on your cheeks, across your jaw, licking up your neck before reclaiming your plush lips once again. You continue grinding against one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually Eren brings his hands to your hips, lifting you up as you hold his shaft up.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he slowly pushes inside you. The stretch is burning and all-consuming, eyes pricking up again as you feel him hit your furthest wall. Eren breathes out heavily, “So fucking tight”

You roll your hips, allowing some friction from him on your clit. It helps your muscles relax a little, and balancing your hands on his shoulders you push yourself up and down, using his length for your own pleasure. Eren’s eyes don’t leave your form, watching your breasts bounce and how your eyes flutter close as he fills you entirely.

“You really did want to be fucked, huh? Look at you” he teases you, watching as you go to talk back before he thrusts his hips up. It leaves the words caught in your throat.

His pace maintains, holding you in place as he fucks up into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. There are long moments where you hold your breath, holding his cock tight within you. Then you’ll release and moan, before holding it in again. Well, Eren is all too happy to help you with that.

One hand grabbing the flesh of your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, he pushes into you at a punishing rate. Your eyes go wide at the sudden restriction of your throat, feeling the cold metal of his ring against your pulse.

“Who knew this about you? That you were such a slut?”

As much as he knows you want to deny it, you want to smack the smugness from his voice, he can feel your pussy tighten around him. He sees your eyes roll back a little.

“You’re getting tighter.”

The hand on your hip moves down, attempting to hold you in place whilst letting his thumb press over your clit. The sounds of him slapping against your wetness is obscene, and he’s only distracted from it as you whimper out pathetic yes’s and please’s.

“You wanna cum?” he’s grunting, trying to keep the pace going until you can reach your peak.

You nod against his wide hand, still tight around your neck. “Oh you can do better than that. I already know how bad you want it, slut.”

“Please Eren, please make me cum. I want to cum, please, please, please” you can barely make out the words, your head going light and body tightening.

“Cum for me.”

You release, and as he can feel the fluttering of your walls around him, he lets go of your throat. The sudden oxygen as you cum leaves you overwhelmed. Burying yourself in his shoulder, he fucks you through it. Cock slapping up into your cunt over and over, somehow being sucked deeper in as you coat his length with more of your own slick. He can feel your nails breaking the flesh of his back as you’re holding on for dear life, moaning his name and even a fucking thank you into his ear.

As you begin to slow, legs shake as you stay straddled over him. He flips you, Eren now firmly on top, slowly moving in and out of you. The stimulation is intense, your cunt sparking at any sensation.

Caged between his forearms, his hair is a mess thanks to you. You push tendrils back past his ears as he leans down to kiss you once again. This kiss is different. It feels… less desperate. It feels deep and meaningful, caring even.

Your eyes meet in acknowledgment, both of you too worried to speak about the shift in tone.

He reaches down instead, pulling your leg up and splitting you on his cock. A tongue swipes at your nipple, biting and playing with each as he gradually picks up pace again. You’re still so fucking wet it’s easy for him to thrust into you at a dizzying pace. You can feel all of him against your gummy walls. Each time he passes that special spot inside you, you moan and gasp, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

His thrusts were becoming more primal, holding your thighs close around his hips. Letting your sweaty bodies collide again and again, his balls slapping against you. The grunts and moans coming from his lips were so infuriatingly erotic. Eren just wanted one more from you, and then he’d let himself finish. If this was to be a drunken mistake, so be it, but he would at least make it memorable.

Those jade eyes were on you once again, the power and dominance radiating from the immeasurable. He can see you barely being able to hold on, completely fucked out beneath him. You’re moaning and whining, hands moving over the swell of your breasts and playing with your nipples as if it’s going to keep you grounded.

He sits up, eyes flicking down to where you were conjoined. It took so much restraint not to cum inside you right then and there. Your glistening sex was so tight around him, the wet slapping noises echo again and again. You’re pulling and sucking him in, cream pooling around his length.

“Give me one more, y/n. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

You try to look up at him through heavy lids. Your friend Eren saying this is so taboo. The words he’s said tonight so far from normal for the both of you. You flutter around him, somehow your pussy still wants to be fucked, still wants to push you off the edge one more time. You can feel the coil inside your stomach tightening.

Eyes rolling back, you can barely keep it together anymore. He’s pounding into you at a startling rate, fingers flicking over your clit again and again and again.

“P - please, it’s s-so good.”

Your breaths between words were quick, “you’re so big-”

“Yeah you like that? You like being so full of my cock? Such a pretty face you make when you’re all fucked out.”

Holy shit.

Eren could tell how much words affected you, your back arching and legs pulling him somehow closer into you.

“Come on, baby. I wanna hear those moans.” he’s grunting, getting so fucking close to losing himself in your cunt. He knows what he wants to hear most though, “say my name. Tell me who’s treating you how you should be”

With that, you’re losing yourself around him again. Writing on the bed, gripping sheets in tightly balled fists. White light taking over your sight as you clench around Eren. This orgasm was the most intense, taking your body by surprise in its overstimulated state. You weren’t even making a noise, just holding on to the high for as long as possible.

And then you shattered, whining and moaning, whispering his name over and over again.

As you moved underneath him, Eren kept his punishing pace up until he watched you expel the last of your energy. Name forming on your lips over and over again he falters, releasing inside you. You can feel the stickiness inside you, the sensation of being filled up. Eren watches for a moment as he sees the white pearls forming around your stretched out pussy.

His chest is back on yours as he kisses your neck, shoulders, whatever skin he can. Thrusting back into you a couple of times, he finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.

Eren lies next to you, both of your bodies attempting to regulate from that.

“You okay?”

He’s checking in, making sure he didn’t go too far with someone he genuinely cares for.

You nod, turning to meet his stare. Giving him a drowsy smile, you’re not sure what comes next. But for now, you’re happy. Curling into his side, he puts an arm round you and lets you rest for a while. As he notices your breathing become deeper, he nestles into you, muttering something about clean up.

Moving away from you, you can make out some noises of a tap, drawers opening and closing. In your sleepy state you feel him gently wiping at you, two glasses of water being put on the bedside table. Finally he makes his way back to you, and Eren notes how cute you look. Hot and completely fucked out, yes. But also gentle and at peace, allowing the heaviness of sleep taking over.

He rests behind you, wanting to be back in your warmth. He pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. The fragrance of you takes over his nostrils, and he’s all too eager to move closer to your hair, pressing one last kiss at the nape of your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to be this close to you.

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Hi Samantha,

I recently bought the first two books in the bone season series because I loved Priory so much, and I got them both with these covers in paperback from my local bookstore:

I've found The Mask Falling in paperback with a cover that matches these, but I can't seem to find The Song Rising in this style at all.

I've been looking around and now I'm slightly confused about collectors editions and changed covers? If you know how I could find The Song Rising to match with the rest of the set, or what the deal is with all the different versions, that would be wonderful.

Lots of love, and thank you for the beautiful books you write.

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Ah, yes. This is a thing. Let me tell you the tale:

Back in 2015-16, Bloomsbury made the decision to follow what was, at the time, a broad trend towards minimalist covers, and they changed the entire look of the Bone Season series, to refresh it. They gave The Song Rising the cover you'll see in bookstores now – the one with a white background and a flaming crown – and also rejacketed the previous books to match this updated design in paperback. The colourful originals were supposed to be discontinued in favour of this look.

At the time, I didn't feel able to stop this happening, despite being wary of mid-series cover changes. I don't blame Bloomsbury for giving it a shot, because they really thought they were doing the right thing for the series, to keep it eye-catching on shelves. However, I knew readers would be upset, because a lot of people care about their books matching. It was disappointing for me, too, because I loved the original designs so much – I still think they're fantastic – and it was gutting to think that they were just going to disappear. So I wrote a letter to Bloomsbury and asked them to preserve the original design in some way. They kindly agreed to create a Collectors' Edition for each new instalment of the series – a limited run of hardbacks with a design reflecting the original vision, so readers had a chance of getting a matching set.

As the years went by, trends in cover design swung back towards colourful and ornate. Now, I've never seen a publisher do this before, but Bloomsbury actually decided to renege on their decision, because it was clear that the originals had been, and remained, far more beloved by readers. They designed a beautiful golden cover for The Mask Falling and decided to print all future hardbacks with the colourful designs, rather than just doing those as a limited Collectors' Edition. The UK is now keeping the white designs only in paperback format, while the US has reverted to the originals across the board.

Unfortunately, this whole experiment left a bit of a mess in its wake – the only way to get a matching set is to get the UK white paperbacks. (You were actually quite lucky to find those two designs in paperback form.) The Song Rising was the instalment that really suffered for all of this. Only 5000 copies were printed with the purple design, and all of them sold out. I only have two copies of it myself, such is their rarity. They are therefore not available to buy. I have requested a reprint, as have many readers, but my feeling is that this is something Bloomsbury would consider only when the whole series is finished.

On the positive side of things, all the other hardback books in the series will match the dark blue cover of The Bone Season's first edition. My hope is that Bloomsbury will do something like a box set once Book 7 comes out.

#sshannonauthor publishing asks #the bone season

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elles-writing · 3 years

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Request: Wonderful! Could please write an escenario in which y/n (half elf and half human) was part of the company cause Gandalf hired her. She and Kili fell for each other and secretly started courting. Once Erebor was reclaimed everything was going back to normal. Thorin asked her to stay for as long as she liked. When Fili & Kili's mom got there, she had lots of meetings with Thorin so y/n was not able to properly meet her. The day that they are actually introduced, Thorin announces Kili's and Fili's arranged marriages which took everyone by surprise. Y/n and Kili try to figure and fix things out in order to convince Thorin to put off the arrange marriage but it does not work. Therefore, y/n decides to leave Erebor and ends up leaving to Dale; befriending/ helping Bard and his kids. During her time there she finds out that she was pregnant with Kili's child. However, she never notifies Kili nor goes to Erebor to announce it thinking that he had his duty as a prince and it would be harmful for him/ his arranged marriage. So, she makes the decision to raise the baby on her own. Time goes by and on a normal day (when she was 9 months pregnant) that she's walking around Dale while feeling contractions she bumps into Kili. Thank you so much!❤️ Sorry for the long message 😅 - @just-a-dreamer23

A/N: I know, I know, this is soo long. But, I enjoyed writing this story!! I've been trying to overcome my lack of motivation to write, so maybe it isn't as good in some parts, as my other stories, but I wanted to keep it that way, so I hope you enjoy anyways.

Tags: @guardianofrivendell @just-a-dreamer23 @anjhope1 @lathalea

The afternoon was hot. The best thing to do, was to take a nap. At least, in your opinion.

Nothing would attack in this heat, you thought, as you rested under a tree. A while after, you noticed pointy hat and grey cloak of the same colour. You lazily waved.

"Gandalf, long time no see!" Gandalf smiled at you.

"Good afternoon, Y/N." You stood up and looked at him, waiting. Gandalf never came just...for no reason.

"How are you doing?" Gandalf asked, and you shrugged.

"I'm just wandering around, as usual. You know me. I never stay in one place for too long." You said. Gandalf knew that, obviously. Being a child of an elf and a human, you felt like you never belong anywhere.

Elves felt really tense and quiet, and humans were quite loud for you, because of your hearing. And you aged lot slower than them, so making friends was also quite...not it.

"I've been looking for you, to join an adventure," You curiously gave him a look.

"An adventure? What kind of adventure?"

"Well," he looked at you.

"You know about Erebor and the line of Durin, right?" You frowned at him, and quickly shook your head.

"Gandalf, I can't-I can't join the dwarves! They will hate me! Everyone knows they hate the elves, and I'm half elf!" You said.

"Well, who said they will know? You owe me help," he reminded you. You thought back to when he healed you after orcs attacked you, and you sighed. He was right. This was the least you could do.

"And, who knows. Maybe they will like you," he gave you a look, and you folded your hands on your chest, and let out a sigh.

"Alright then. Where and when am I supposed to be?" He gave you all the information you needed. And you started your way to the Shire, looking at the first evening stars, as the starlight is what the Elves of Mirkwood love so much.

You got to the Shire around late afternoon after three days of traveling, and smiled. The hobbits and their houses were tiny, so you couldn't help, but smile. Maybe it won't be that bad, having perhaps a hobbit friend, after all...

You remembered the moment when you first met Kili. You thought Gandalf was there at Bilbo's house, but when you opened the door...

"Are you Master Boggins?" You frowned at the brunette dwarf.

"Do I look like a hobbit to you?" He looked at the other dwarf, then back at you, but there was Bilbo already.

Later on the journey, he found you without your cape on. It was your turn for bathing, but him and Fili forgot some their things at the river.

You just put off your cloak, and put your hair down from your headband. You heard steps, so you quickly turned around.

"You are..." Fili started.

"...an elf?" Kili finished. You huffed.

"Half elf. My mother was...human." you whispered. Painful memories of your early life came up, and you blinked to stop the tears.

"Don't tell anyone, please..." you looked at them. Both Fili and Kili must've seen something in your expression, that made them realize the importance. They nodded. Kili was, however, curious. Lot more than before, and asking you about elves. You talked about it when Thorin was far enought to not hear what was your conversations about, but it wouldn't matter much. Gandalf told them you spent part of your life living with the elves, which was true.

In fact, Kili became fascinated by you. He liked you before, and had a feeling, which he wasn't sure about. Interest, curiousity, the need to protect you, adoration...

In the moment he saw you, he realized you were his One, his love for life. And when you got closer, he asked you to court him. You said yes. From then on, you shared many quiet and stolen kisses and moments together, in the shadows of forests or your bedrooms in pubs.

The moment everyone else (except for Bilbo and the Durin brothers) found out, was when you came into Mirkwood. Thranduil ordered his guards to take your cloak and headband off, and now, everyone could see your pointy ears.

There was a moment of silence.

"What made an elf, to travel with group of dwarves?" You gulped and looked down.

"I'm a-a half elf," you whispered.

"My father was from here." You explained, and the king shot you a glare. He was not stupid. He knew you tried to pull his attention away.

"Take them to the dungeons, except for Oakenshield," he said.

When you made yourself as comfortable as you could on the cold floor, you overheard the dwarves trying to find out who you actually were and what you wanted.

To your surprise, they didn't talk about you in a bad way. Just curiousity. Thankfully.

"Do you think she will like me?" You said to Kili. He was writing a letter to his and Fili's mother, Dis, the happy news - Erebor was reclaimed, and they all survived. It's been a week since, and Thorin decided it was the right thing to let his sister know as soon as possible. She was surely worried.

Kili turned to you.

"Like you? Like you? She is going to love you," Kili grinned at you, and you had to smile a little too.

"Yeah, but...you know, I'm not a dwarf," you said your worry aloud. It was true. Being a half-elf, you and Kili started courting in secret. Thorin was not really kind to you, at least the first half of the journey. However, the rest of the Company liked you lot more. Especially Kili. After a while of knowing of what did you feel, you decided to tell him. To your surprise, but happiness, Kili shared those feelings. And since then, you had a tiny braid, hidden in your hair, and Kili as well.

And stole many, many secret kisses.

"I don't think mum is going to have issue with this," Kili stood up, and gently placed your hair behind your ear.

"You're my One, and you make me incredibly happy. I'm sure she won't have problem with you being half elf," You cupped his cheek, and softly smiled, as you looked deep in his kind brown eyes.

"I love you too, my short Prince," He stood on his toes and kissed you, getting a giggle from you. He pouted, when he heard you called him short, but you knew he didn't mind it.

You kissed him, and felt his smile on your lips. You were leaning down, when suddenly you lost balance, and both you and Kili ended up lying on the floor. Kili and you let out a yelp, but then broke into giggles.

"I love you," Kili said, when you finally stopped laughing. You cuddled into his chest and breathed in his scent. Kili smelled like smoke, food and fresh air.

"I love you too," Kili gently stroke your hair, and you got up.

"Where are you going?"

"You have to finish the letter, and I promised Tilda I will take a walk with her before the dinner." You helped Kili to get up.

"Alright my beloved, have a good time," he gently kissed you, and sat back to his desk. You smiled, and ruffled his hair.

"You too, my dearest." You smiled, and left the room.

It's been a few months, and you were finally, finally going to meet Kili and Fili's mother, Dis. She has been there for around two weeks by now, but, you haven't got the chance to meet her and be introduced to her yet.

You were officially going to meet her during upcoming celebration. Needless to say, you were freaking out.

Your stomach was tight from anxiety for a few days already, and that afternoon, it felt absolutely horrible. You haven't eaten whole day, just because all you thought about was the evening.

You spent around an hour of putting on and off different dresses from your wardrobe, trying to figure out which one to wear.

"Y/N?" Kili knocked on the door of your chambers.

"C'me in," you said. He came in, and his eyes widened, when he seen you sitting in front of the mirror, your eyes red and the mess everywhere.

"What am I supposed to wear? I have nothing to wear!" You started crying. All the stress and anxiety in past three months got the best of you. Random moments of crying, because of tiny things, were happening on daily basis.

"Dear, what is happening?" He pulled your hair back behind your ears.

"I-I just want-want your mum to like me," you muttered.

"And...it stresses me out." Kili nodded, and shortly hugged you.

"She is going to love you no matter which dress you wear, I promise." He whispered to your ear.

"Now, I think..." Kili looked around.

"I think the...the dark green dress will be perfect."

When you changed into the dress Kili picked you, Kili brushed and styled your hair. He pulled the top section into a clip, and you pulled a few strands, to frame your face. You smiled at yourself in the mirror.

"You ready?" Kili asked. You just silently nodded.

As you walked down the hall, Kili was trying to figure out where his uncle, brother and mother went to. He couldn't see them anywhere, and he was sure he was once in a while not late.

When you entered the huge throne room, you could see Fili, and let out a breath of relief.

"Fili, have you seen-"

"Kili, there you are," A woman came from behind Fili, and looked over her younger son.

"Have you brushed your hair?" Kili huffed.

"Of course I did." He said quietly, so nobody could hear him. He was visibly embarrassed, and you let out laugh. She suddenly turned to you. Her deep blue eyes reminded you Thorin, but they had the same twinkle as Kili and, occasionally, Fili.

"I don't remember I seen you here before," she said.

"Well, I usually spend my time outside of Erebor, so I think that might be it," You nervously smiled. She hummed.

"I-I'm not a part of the royal family," you said, and almost groaned. Now that was embarrassing for sure.

"Y/N, this is my and Kili's mum, Dis. Mum, this is Y/N," Fili said, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"I-um-" You tried to say something, but she pulled you in short hug.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," she gave you a smile, and then went back between the guests with Fili.

You let out a breath.

"That was embarrassing," you groaned. Kili chuckled.

"No, not at all. She likes you." It suddenly felt like it was much easier to breathe.

"She-she does?" Your eyes widened, and Kili nodded.

"Of course! And you can bet she will steal you to me during the evening,"

"How do you know that?" You turned to him with surprise written all over your face.

"She is my mother. I know her for a long time." He just said.

"She seems to be...different from Thorin," you said, hoping it wouldn't come out as offensive. Kili chuckled.

"Mum and Uncle really aren't that different. Uncle just focuses more on the kingdom and mum, on family," Kili said in low voice, so that only you could hear it.

When you sat down to the table, where the royal family and the Company was, you looked around. You and Kili did secretly hold hands under the table, and you talked to Dis, who was sitting across the table.

"Good evening, everyone," Thorin said, and the people got more quiet.

"It's my pleasure to meet all of you here today. I have some things to say, before the celebration starts." Thorin paused, and Kili leaned near you with a grin.

"It's just a few formalities, don't worry, love." You smiled at him back with tight smile. You felt something was not right. Thorin talked about the kingdom a little at first. The next news was, however, what you were afraid of.

"I'm very happy to say, my nephew Fili is going to marry-" you let out a breath. Kili turned to you with worry.

"Do you feel okay?" He asked, when suddenly...

"And my nephew Kili, who also has already arranged marriage, with-"

Kili stared at Thorin, and you as well.

"Kili-Kili, please-" you tried to stop Kili from going to Thorin. Kili was visibly angry, his jaw was tight, and body tense.

"Kili? What is happening?" Thorin came and let through his teeth. You suddenly felt everyone's eyes on you.

"I need some fresh air," you whispered and walked away, as quickly as you could. When you left, you came in your chambers, kneeled to your bed, and started crying.

You knew it. You should've known before.

Thorin would do this. Even when Fili and Kili were children, he would make sure they had wives already. They were princes. They needed to have a wife.

And Thorin...Thorin would never allow Kili to court you or marry you.

The next day, Kili came into your room. He had dark circles under his eyes, and gave you weak smile.

"I promise we will work this out," he muttered, and pulled you close to his chest.

Kili was asleep - and you let him - but, you thought about your situation, and tried to come up with possible solutions.

However, it was as if there weren't any.

It's been a few days, and you cuddled into your blanket. You fell asleep, and when you woke up, you looked around the room.

This place isn't for me anymore, you thought, and started packing your clothes into your bag. You changed into tunic and trousers, and wrote a letter to Kili, that you were sorry, but it was probably better to have a wife his Uncle would like, that you were leaving and never coming back, so he shouldn't be looking for you.

You quietly left the palace, and walked out in the morning. The air was fresh and nice, and for a moment, you forgot your sadness.

You walked to Dale, and decided to meet Bard. You had nowhere to go, and maybe staying there would be good, before you'd go...somewhere else.

The guards let you in, and as you thought of going to Rivendell, you noticed Bard.

"Bard?" He turned to you, and nodded at you.

"Hi Y/N. What brings you here?" You sighed.

"I'm leaving Erebor, Bard...but the problem is, I need to think about of where-" you suddenly felt dizzy, and Bard catched you. He called for a healer, that's what your hazy mind could catch.

You basically woke up, in a room. On a bed. Comfortable bed.

"Lie still, lady Y/N," the healer said. You frowned a little, when she placed her ear to your stomach.

"I can hear the heartbeat clearly. The baby is most likely around three months old," she said.

"What baby?" You asked, confused. You looked from the healer to Bard and Bard to healer. She took your hands in hers.

"You don't know, my lady? You are pregnant. I can clearly hear the heartbeat of your child," she softly smiled at you. You shook your head, and felt a few tears escaping your eyes.

"I'm...I'm with child," you whispered. You could not believe it. So perhaps, it wasn't just stress...

"Who is the father?" The healer asked, when she helped you to sit up. You nervously looked in your lap.

"Kili. Prince...Kili. Kili Durin." You said, and Bard and the healer shared a look.

"He...he doesn't know. Can we keep it a secret? Please?" You looked at them.

They said yes. Bard was like a father to you, and let you stay. He showed you chambers, that would be your home for next few months at least.

You never went back to Erebor. You thought Kili had to marry the princess, so you just tried to think of the baby you were carrying.

It wasn't that hard, honestly. The baby was often restless, though.

As if it missed Kili as much as you did...

Even if the baby would have to grow up without it's biological dad, you were sure you'd be able to take care of them well.

Some days, you were happy, and didn't think of Kili too much. It pained you, yes, and you knew you had to be strong for the baby, so you often asked someone to teach you something, such as how to prepare different meals, how to knit or how to play piano, to name a few.

Other days, you felt sad. It could be because of the weather, or hormones, some days you just woke up sad, and sometimes it was when something reminded you of Kili. Those days, the baby was the most restless, and the maids told you it was because the baby missed it's father.

You sat down to the armchair next to the window in your bedroom, and looked out on the street. Nobody could see you from here, so it made you feel safe. You looked up and seen Erebor.

"There's your daddy, over there," you whispered to the baby.

The answer you got, was soft kick.

"Does it hurt?" Sigrid asked you, looking at your belly. You smiled at her.

"No, it doesn't." You stroke your stomach. You've been pregnant for past almost nine months. Bard was so kind and let you stay, and even offered you bigger chambers, which you gladly agreeded to. The chambers were perfect size, and the baby could have their own small room, overtime.

You let out shaky breath. You wanted Kili to know about all of this. To be there with you, talk to you and to the baby.

But, it was not possible. It would hurt his reputation, and perhaps even his marriage.

You dried your tears, and carefully stood up. Even as pregnant, you were able to stand up yourself, luckily quite easily. You felt very thankful for some of your genes being from the elves, because, as Bard explained to you, humans had it harder.

When you slowly got yourself out of the castle, you breathed in. The air smelled nicely - you smelled fresh bread, old leaves, fresh air from the lake. Mix of summer and autumn. You felt it was one of the last few warm days, before the typical autumn comes.

You looked around, and your cravings were begging you for some freshly baked, soft warm bread with fresh butter, melting on top of it. You thought of the crispiness of the bread's crust, and your mouth started watering. You groaned, when you felt how your stomach let you know some snack would come handy.

You slid your hand to your pocket, and made sure you have enough money.

You started walking, to find some bakery, and as you looked around, you noticed one on the other end of the street.

You let out a breath, and started walking towards the small store.

You were almost there, when you overheard a gasps, escaping a few young girls. You slowed down and listened to their conversation.

"Did you see him?"

"Yes, I did. Do you think it really is the Prince?"

"Of course he is! I mean, look at him. I'd recognize the hair clip everywhere." You frowned a little, when you suddenly realized it. You stopped walking, and felt hot wave running down your back, and liquid running down your leg.

You carefully looked down. It was clear.

You turned around, and - damn it! - your eyes locked with Kili's in the exact moment.

He started walking towards you. You clearly recognized happiness in his eyes, and relief.

"Y/N, where have you been those past months? I was worried about you," He said, and when he was near you, you recognized even the wet shine in his chocolate eyes. You felt sudden rush of guilt.

He must have notice the guilt on your face. Kili frowned a little, when he took a notice of your belly, under the dress.

"I-you..." You noticed it. He was holding back tears. You shook your head, as you tried to hold your own.

"Kili, it isn't like this...please trust me!" You felt another wave of heat running down your back, and stepped forward, but sudden dizzines made you take wrong step. Kili quickly catched you.

"Kili, I-this is, uh..."

"You moved on," he said. You shook your head.

"No, it's...you are the father," you said, but didn't notice what was his reaction, because suddenly, you realized what was going on, as you were holding your belly.

"I need to get back, and find a healer and midwife," you let out through your gritted teeth.

"We will get there quickly," Kili let out, and you had a feeling.

"Don't you dare to faint!" You let out.

Kili helped you to get back. You noticed Sigrid, and told her to quickly find healer. She didn't ask anything, and quickly runned away. You let out a groan and gripped Kili's arm.

"Lady Y/N, we need to get you to the room prepared for labour," the healer said, and checked on your belly.

When you got there, and changed into simple gown, you laid down as the healer told you.

Kili stayed there, and you were gripping his arm and hand.

"I'm not fucking letting you to sleep with me ever again," you said through gritted teeth. Kili took a shaky breath, and you shot him a glare.

"Don't you dare to faint, Kili Durin! You did put this baby inside me nine months ago, so now-"

"This is just the pain speaking from Lady Y/N, Prince Kili. Don't take it personally," Kili gulped and nodded.

"You're doing great, love," he said carefully. You let out a huff.

"I didn't finish! Now you will deal with me breaking your arm, because it hurts!" You almost yelled at him.

"I can see the head, my Lady!" The healer smiled.

"With this next contraction, you will push as much as you can!" The healer said.

"Okay, one, two, three-push!"

"You're doing great, dear. The baby is almost there," Kili tried to cheer you up.

"You have no idea how painful it is!" You screamed.

"My lady, this is going to be your last push, are you ready?" The healer looked up at you, and you nodded.

"One, two, three, push!" The healer let out. You gripped Kili's hand, and suddenly...

You heard a baby scream.

"It's a girl!" The healer said happily. You smiled, and let out some happy tears.

"You-you did it!" Kili said, and you wiped off your eyes.

"No, we did it," you muttered, and he kissed your cheek.

"How do you feel, Y/N?"

"I'm okay," you smiled. The midwife checked on you, and handed you your baby.

"Everything seems to be in order," she said and smiled. You smiled at her back. She was there for you for all those months, and you got close.

"Thank you so much," She nodded.

"I'll leave you alone," she said, and left.

You stroke the baby's cheek.

"How are we going to name her?" Kili whispered, and stroke the baby's chubby cheek. You shrugged.

"Well...I'm not sure. I was thinking of Arina," you said.

"It's...it's beautiful name," Kili said, and you realized he was crying.

"Kili...I'm so sorry for...for hiding it from you," you whispered. Kili shook his head.

"Love...it isn't your fault. Can I...can I hug you?" You nodded, and he slid his arm around your shoulders.

"If anything, it's my fault." He muttered.

"I should've known where did you go, and-"

"Shh," you said.

"We can talk about that later. Arina's asleep now."

You were quietly watching the baby. The midwife came back soon, to check on you and the baby, and when she left, Kili spoken up.

"We talked Uncle the marriges out." You nodded.

"You left Erebor by then already. I was looking everywhere for you, only if I knew-" you subtly interrupted him.

"I didn't know either. I wanted to go to Rivendell, but...then, I found out. It would be risky, so Bard let me stay here," You shrugged.

"Do you still want to leave, though?" Kili looked at you with sad eyes, when he looked away from your daughter. You shook your head.

"No." Kili grinned, and gently brushed his hand over your cheek.

"Just for your information...mum was going nuts when she found out about the arranged marriges. She likes you a lot." You smiled, and took Kili's hand in yours.

"Well...let's hope she likes her too," You looked at Arina's sleeping face.

You came back the next day. Kili had to go to Erebor that evening, but in the morning, he came back.

When you entered, you overheard a strong female voice. You quickly realized who was the woman.

"I don't care my brother has a meeting. Go tell him he has to come here. It's a family emergency," she said, and turned to you and Kili.

"Y/N, where have you-oh, who is this?" Dis turned to you, and noticed the baby. You shared a look with Kili.

"This is your granddaughter," You said carefully. Dis looked between you and Kili, and it seemed like most things clicked to her. She smiled.

"Well..."

"Dis, what does that means?" Thorin's voice came from different hall, and you noticed Fili giving you a knowing smile.

"Thorin..." you said, and he turned to you. He seemed to be confused, but then he looked at Arina.

"What does this-"

"Uncle, let's get some privacy first," Fili said.

When you came to library, Thorin turned to you. Dis stood up, as if she would want to protect you.

"Uncle...Y/N and I started courting on the quest in secret. We planned to get married, but when you announced the arranged marriges for me and Fili, we-"

"I left Erebor, because I thought you would never accept me as partner for your nephew, Thorin. I found out I was pregnant, however, I didn't want to hurt Kili's reputation or his marrige, so I never came back to announce it. He met me in Dale yesterday, and I, um...I went to labour." Thorin has been looking at you and Kili. Your body was tense, and Fili, Kili and Dis were ready to protect you any moment.

Thorin slowly closed this eyes, and placed his face into his palms. When he looked up again, he let out a sigh.

"Fili, Kili, sister, leave us alone."

"But Uncle-" Fili said, but Thorin shook his head.

"I said, leave us alone. It won't be long." They three left, and you were a bit afraid.

"Kili is a prince, yes. But, he is also a dwarf, who needs to have someone who he is happy with." Thorin said, looking away from you.

"I noticed, of course. You make him happy, Y/N. I thought it was just childish love, that you would leave, and it would break Kili's heart. I owe you honest apology, Y/N. For thinking you wouldn't take his love seriously." He looked at you, and you let out a small smile. You nodded.

"Apology accepted, Thorin. Courting Kili makes me incredibly happy, and I am honored to say he is my lover," you said, and Thorin looked at you.

"Well, and when it comes to, um...you staying, you can stay here. If you would like to."

"I'd be very thankful."

A few years later

"Fi, look!" Kili said, as Arina walked towards Kili, again. She was giggling, as her father was dancing with her. You laughed.

"Kili, be careful!"

"Daddy, look!" The little girl pointed to a butterfly, who sat on her dress.

"Yeah, it's beautiful," Kili said, and she pouted.

"Don't move, or it will fly away!" Arina let out, and let the butterfly gently walk on her palm.

"Uncle, look, I got a butterfly!" Arina showed it to Fili, who nodded with nervous face.

"Oh, it's beautiful, Ari. Would you put it, um, a bit away from me, please?" She put the butterfly on a flower, and Fili let out a breath.

"I'm sleepy, mommy." She came to you, and lean her head on your shoulder.

"Ari?" A little boy came, and the girl jumped up with grin.

"Vili!" She squealed, and started tickling her cousin.

"Granny!" Arina gasped, when she noticed Dis.

"You are growing up so fast, Ari!" She said proudly, and you two shared a look.

"Aye, that's what she does," Kili let out a chuckle, and gently kissed your cheek.

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Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 2628

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Fred Weasley is hot and boy, does he know it.

WARNINGS: it’s a lil spicy, read with caution. a couple of saucy comments, just the usual with fred idk.

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: i am really feeling fred atm, so here’s an extremely self-indulgent freddie thirst fic for all my lovelies who are also irrevocably in love with him - enjoy!

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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Fred Weasley knew just how to get under your skin. It was a skill he had, a talent of knowing exactly what to do to get you hot and bothered, especially when you weren’t expecting it. It was especially frustrating when you couldn’t do anything about it, considering you were stuck in limbo between being friends and being more, and whilst you liked the lingering stares and longing touches, you couldn’t help but want more with him.

You had hoped he would’ve asked you to the Yule Ball last year - in fact, everyone was insistent that he would - but then he’d asked Angelina instead, which was hard to watch - George had laughed with his brother, but had grabbed your hand under the table in comfort - and made you doubt Fred actually returned your feelings at all.

Despite this, you’d actually ended up going to the ball with an extremely cute Durmstrang boy yourself, so you weren’t completely complaining, and of course, Fred had actually ended the night with you in his arms, dancing to the musical stylings of The Weird Sisters. It was also the night of your first - and only - kiss with Fred, under the stars in the Courtyard, in front of the fountain.

It was perfect, and you thought maybe things would change between you, maybe you’d be more, however when he didn’t act any different, never mentioned it again, you decided to keep quiet about it too.

In fact, you’d been pretty good at keeping your feelings under wrap since then. Of course, everyone knew how you felt - or at the very least, suspected - but no one said a word (besides Hermione, who you’d confessed everything to after she’d asked about it, knowing she wouldn’t say a word but also that she wouldn’t stop asking until she knew the truth).

And you were fine. Everything was fine. Until you got invited to the Burrow a few weeks before summer ended, and when you’d arrived after a month or so of not seeing Fred, you’d felt winded at his first smile of greeting, and felt your heart beating out of your chest when he’d pulled you into a hug, holding you against him as you buried your face into the jumper he was wearing at the time.

His hair had been cut since you’d last seen him on the Hogwarts Express, and whilst you’d liked the long hair - had enjoyed the way it had felt as you ran your hands through it that one time you’d kissed him - you couldn’t help how attracted you were to him with shorter hair, constantly feeling the urge to tug at it whenever you saw him.

He looked especially good when his hair was all tousled, windswept - exactly like it was as you watched him sitting on his broomstick outside as he waited for his siblings to be ready to play a last practise game of Quidditch before you’d all be leaving for 12 Grimmauld Place before the school year started back up again.

You were sat at a table in the kitchen underneath the large window overlooking the garden, giving you a perfect view of the sunshine and your friends playing Quidditch. Also a perfect view of Fred wearing a tight t shirt, holding his beater’s bat behind his neck, resting it on his shoulder blades as he showed off his biceps and laughed as Ron nearly fell off his broom due to a particularly sharp dig from Ginny’s elbow.

They’d asked if you or Hermione wanted to join, however you knew you wouldn’t be much use playing Quidditch when Fred was being as distracting as his was, and besides, you had a Herbology project to work on. Hermione had also elected not to play, not having much of an interest in playing Quidditch, and instead resided in her room with a book she’d borrowed from Molly.

You glanced out of the window as the boys flew up on their broomsticks, letting the quaffle, snitch and bludgers fly out, immediately beginning to play. You’d always loved watching Quidditch at Hogwarts, cheering for your house and the excitement and thrills that came with it. There was always an added element when you knew that Fred was playing too.

He was a good beater - possibly the best in Hogwarts, tied with George - his actions fluid as he flew around the air with ease, practicing new strategies and working on his skills after a school year of being unable to play due to the Triwizard Tournament taking over.

You watched his arms clench as he hit the bludgers away, his hands grasping the bat in a way you wanted him to grasp you. Something about the way he flew around and hit the bludgers so easily made you sigh contently as you set your quill to one side, forgetting about your project.

The exercise coupled with the midday August heat meant practise didn’t last too long - much to your dismay - but enough to make Fred sweaty, clearly breathing heavily as he jumped off his broom and grabbed a water of bottle he’d discarded to one side before playing.

He downed nearly half the bottle, before wafting his t shirt a little to cool himself down, then suddenly, as if someone had taken one of your daydreams and brought it to life, he lifted the bottle and tipped it over his head, the water cascading down his hair and face.

You watched as if it were in slow motion, the water drenching his already tight-fitting t shirt, the fabric clinging to the outline of his abs as he closed his eyes and let the water cool him down.

His biceps clenched as he brought his arm back down again, and you were once again brought to the attention of his hands gripping the bottle, gaze following along his forearms as you stared at the veins protruding.

Your mouth dropped a little, heart pounding as you watched water droplets fall down his face and collarbone, as he opened his eyes and ran a hand through his now wet hair sticking to his forehead, trying to mess it up a little more.

He then pulled up the bottom of his t shirt to wring out the excess water, exposing his abdomen and suddenly you forgot how to function, barely being able to breathe as you took in the sight.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked as she entered the kitchen and wandered by your table, noticing your faraway look and the fact you hadn’t actually started your project yet. She grabbed some leftover food from the counter and turned to look at you.

“Fred Weasley is what’s wrong,” you grumbled, turning away from watching him reluctantly, “He’s infuriating... ly good looking.”

Hermione shook her head with a soft smile, “I really don’t know what you see in him.”

Thoughts of Fred wearing a wet t shirt danced through your mind as you swallowed harshly. “I don’t know either,” you lied.

“Well, let me know if you want any help with your project - I’ve finished mine,” Hermione offered as she headed out of the kitchen. You called out a “Thank you!” to her retreating form as your attention was pulled back to the eldest twin outside.

He was laughing at something someone had said, before he began making his way towards the back door, which so happened to be near where you were sitting.

Your heart was pounding as he entered the room, you averting your gaze from him as you pretended you were looking at anything but him.

“Like what you saw?” His voice suddenly rang out through the room. You looked over at him - it taking all your effort to not stare at the way his shirt was clinging to him - and cleared your throat, blinking up at him innocently.

“Excuse me?”

“Noticed you watching me outside, especially at the end. Darling, do you find me pouring water down myself attractive?” Fred replied with a cheeky grin shot in your direction, before heading over to a high cabinet and grabbing a glass out, filling it from the tap.

“I didn’t even notice,” you shook your head adamantly, sneakily staring at the way his drenched t shirt accentuated the way the muscles in his back moved.

Fred’s smug expression as he turned around told you he didn’t believe you in the slightest, “Are you sure? Because it definitely seemed like you were enjoying the view.”

“Don’t be daft, I’ve been here working on my Herbology project,” you gestured to the parchment in front of you, gulping as you realised you still hadn’t actually written a word down, much less even opened your textbook.

Fred smirked as he noticed this, bringing his glass of water to his lips slowly as he took a sip, “You do realise windows work two ways, right love?”

And indeed, this had been a fact you’d forgotten, in your distracted haze. You felt your heart beating faster as you hoped - prayed - he was just playing around and didn’t actually look up to see you ogling him from the window. How embarrassing.

“I am aware of that, yes,” you nearly stuttered, hoping you came across nonchalantly but knowing by the grin widening on his face that you’d failed.

“So you know I could see you checking me out, right? All your staring,“ he teased, running a hand through his wet hair and making you forget where you were for a moment.

“I wasn’t staring at you,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “I was staring at George.”

“Oh yeah? If that’s true, what colour shirt was George wearing?”

You knew he knew he had you with that, as your mind went blank. Because truthfully, the only person you’d been staring at was, in fact, Fred, and you hated that he was extremely aware of that.

“Green?” You guessed, hoping your guess was miraculously correct. Watching as Fred grinned at you knowingly, you knew immediately you’d gotten it wrong.

“Red,” he corrected and you sighed helplessly.

You stood up to face him properly, pushing your hair back out of your face as you looked up at him. Fred’s eyes travelled down your frame for a few seconds, him absent-mindedly biting his lip at the sight of you.

He blinked, taking in the sight of you wearing denim shorts, fitted to your thighs - thighs he wanted wrapped around him - and his breath caught in his throat as he realised the light coloured shirt you were wearing, knotted at your waist and showing a slither of your stomach, was in fact his.

He found himself distracted, vaguely aware that you were speaking to - or rather, ranting at - him, as he stared at you, before zoning back in just as he heard you say, “I mean, what would you do if I suddenly grabbed a bottle of water and poured it over me?”

Images began flying through his head. There were a lot of things he would do, most of which involved him pressed against you and his hands all over you, preferably with you moaning his name.

“Maybe you should do it and find out,” he said completely seriously, wanting nothing more than to watch as you poured water down yourself.

You rolled your eyes, albeit feeling a tad flustered, “Can you just... change your shirt please.”

“Why, is something distracting you, love?” He asked almost innocently, tilting his head to one side - almost as if in concern, however his cocky grin told you that he knew exactly what he was doing.

You gulped, not being able to stop your eyes from wandering down to his clenched abs, covered by the wet material of his t shirt yet not leaving much to the imagination. He, of course, noticed this and saw an opportunity to tease you even more.

“Well, if you really want me out of this shirt...” he sighed playfully and shook his head with a smile, before placing his glass down and grabbing the bottom of his shirt, and pulling it - slowly - off of him.

You watched as the fabric pulled from his skin, knowing he was doing it on purpose yet not being able to turn away, your mouth dropping a little as he exposed his toned torso, shorts hanging low on his hips.

You felt your mouth go dry, eyes widening a little, both mentally cursing and proposing to him just from this sight alone.

He pulled the shirt over his head and ran a hand through his hair again, and you fought the urge to dramatically collapse back into the chair behind you as he smirked at you.

This boy was going to be the death of you.

“Fred,” you spoke warningly, forcing yourself to look back up to his eyes - which, unfortunately for you, were just as distracting.

“Y/n,” he replied with a cheeky grin, leaning back against the counter, his hands gripping onto the counter sides, making the veins in his forearms pop out, and you swore you lost the ability to breathe in that moment.

“I mean it.”

“What? I’m not doing anything,” he pretended to be innocent, “It’s too hot to wear a t shirt at the moment.”

“You’re too hot,” you mumbled under your breath, then cleared your throat, hoping he didn’t quite catch what you said. When he didn’t react, you assumed he hadn’t and continued on, “You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re insufferable.”

Fred stepped closer to you, enjoying the way your breath hitched as his hand reached out to hold your waist. He then leant forward, his face centimetres from yours, a smirk gracing his lips as his tongue darted out across his bottom lip, “You know you love me.”

“Oh do I now?” You moved a little closer, looking up into his eyes as he moved his lips subconsciously towards yours. “Yeah,” he confirmed, nodding a little, eyes half-lidded, “You do.”

He paused for a moment, his free hand reaching to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear as he cupped your jaw, “And I love you.”

“Do you?” You whispered as his lips brushed against yours gently.

“Course I do,” he mumbled, looking at you softly before pressing his lips properly against yours, the hand on your waist squeezing a little before moving to rest against the small of your back, pushing you towards him to ensure there was no space left between you.

His lips moved against yours roughly, his tongue licking into your mouth as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down towards you. His hands guided themselves to hold the back of your thighs, just under your bum, and you only just heard the “Jump.” that he’d muttered against you, before you did as he said.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and he sat you on the table beside your long-forgotten project, him leaning you back on said table ever so slightly as he gripped your hips. One of your hands moved to lay flat on his bare chest, the other running through his still-damp hair and tugging a little just as you’d imagined.

He pulled away, breathing heavily as he continued to press kisses to your lips, moving down your jaw and towards your neck.

“Still want me to put a shirt back on?” He grinned against your skin. “Nah,” you bit your lip as he kissed just under your ear, before moving to grab his hands in yours, jumping off the table and pulling him towards the stairs, aiming to head towards his bedroom,

“I’d rather just take mine off instead.”

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