#and your rendering style is so very soft and lovely

[vetyr]

hi, i ireally love your work and i don't know if you've answered this before but, what kinds of studies do you do or how did you learn color theory? i wanna get better at rendering and anatomy but im having trouble TT TT

Hi! Long answer alert. Once a chatterbox, always a chatterbox.

When I started actively learning how to draw about 10 1/2 years ago, I exclusively did graphite studies in sketchbooks. Here's a few examples—I mostly stuck to doing line drawings to drill basic shapes/contours and proportions into my brain. The more rendered sketches helped me practice edge control & basic values, and they were REALLY good for learning the actual 3D structure behind what I was drawing.

I'd use reference images that I grabbed from fitness forums, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest, and some NSFW places, but you could find adequate ref material from figure drawing sites like Line of Action. LoA has refs for people (you can filter by clothed/unclothed, age, & gender), animals, expressions, hands/feet, and a few other useful things as well. Love them.

Learning how to render digitally was a similar story; it helped a lot that I had a pretty strong foundation for value/anatomy going in. I basically didn't touch color at all for ~2 years (except for a few attempts at bad digital or acrylic paint studies), which may not have been the best idea. I learned color from a lot of trial and error, honestly, and I'm pretty sure this process involved a lot of imitation—there were a number of digital/traditional painters whose styles I really wanted to emulate (notably their edge control, color choices, value distributions, and shape design), so I kiiind of did a mixture of that + my own experimentation.

For example, I really found Benjamin Björklund's style appealing, especially his softened/lost edges & vibrant pops of saturated color, so here's a study I did from some photograph that I'm *pretty* sure was painted with him in mind.

Learning how to detail was definitely a slow process, and like all the aforementioned things (anatomy/color/edge control/values/etc.) I'm still figuring it out. Focusing on edge control first (that is, deciding on where to place hard/soft edges for emphasizing/de-emphasizing certain areas of the image) is super useful, because you can honestly fool a viewer into thinking there's more detail in a piece than there actually is if you're very economical about where you place your hard edges.

The most important part, to me, is probably just doing this stuff over and over again. You're likely not going to see improvement in a few weeks or even a few months, so don't fret about not getting the exact results you want and just keep studying + making art. I like to think about learning art as a process where you *need* to fail and make crappy art/studies—there's literally no way around it—so you might as well fail right now. See, by making bad art you're actually moving forward—isn't that a fun prospect!!

It's useful to have a folder with art you admire, especially if you can dissect the pieces and understand why you like them so much. You can study those aspects (like, you can redraw or repaint that person's work) and break down whether this is art that you just like to look at, or if it's the kind of art that you want to *make.* There's a LOT of art out there that I love looking at, probably tens of thousands of styles/mediums, but there's a very narrow range that I want to make myself.

I've mentioned it in some ask reply in the past, but I really do think looking at other artist's work is such a cheat code for improving your own skills—the other artist does the work to filter reality/ideas for you, and this sort of allows you to contact the subject matter more directly. I can think of so many examples where an artist I admired exaggerated, like, the way sunlight rested on a face and created that orange fringe around its edge, or the greys/dull blues in a wheat field, or the bright indigo in a cast shadow, or the red along the outside of a person's eye, and it just clicked for me that this was a very available & observable aspect of reality, which had up until that point gone completely unnoticed! If you're really perceptive about the art you look at, it's shocking how much it can teach you about how to see the world (in this particular case I mean this literally, in that the art I looked at fully changed the way I visually processed the world, but of course it has had a strong effect on my worldviews/relationships/beliefs).

Thanks so much for sending in a question (& for reading, if you got this far)! I read every single ask I receive, including the kind words & compliments, which I genuinely always appreciate. Best of luck with learning, my friend :)

[chuluoyi]

✎ insatiable

- gojo satoru x reader

your boyfriend is hot and wild, and he has one problem: he always finds you too pretty to resist

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—in the form of heavy smut (gojo eating you out, p in v sex, missionary style, and hints of semi-rough sex?) and fluff, fluff, fluff—it gets exponentially soft during aftercare because i need fluff to live

note: i'm no saint, i know, and i'm blaming all this on my pms🤧 this is obviously not my best work but pls enjoy regardless🥲 based on this idea of love hotel dates

a part of gojo's love entries

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

Gojo Satoru is a man of demanding needs, and ‘holding back’ is never in his vocabulary.

Sometimes he swears you do it on purpose—the choice of your sundress, revealing your soft thighs for everyone to see; or pulling up your hair to enunciate the beauty of your neck, which reminds him of just how much he loves it to leave his love bites there.

And how you coyly look at him while doing so, it’s hard not to get hard.

You made him want to fuck you into the mattress and devour you whole—well, with you looking so inviting like that, you couldn’t really blame him for leading you to love hotel in the middle of your dates now, could you?

. . .

“Why are you so pretty, huh? All dolled up just for me...”

Your plush thighs framing each side of his head, your dress was long discarded as you lay sprawled out, legs parted wide . . . with Satoru sucking your dripping cunt hungrily and you pulling at his hair.

“Ahh... hah... mmnghh!” the way his voice was muffled between your legs, paired with how his tongue was tasting your clit had you moaning like a distressed kitten— and you felt hot all over.

And oh, couldn't you tell that you were so wet already down there?

You grimaced, focusing on the rising heat pooling in your lower belly. “Satoru... you're too—!”

“Hmm? Too what? Too good, sweet pea?” he edged you on, that devilish smirk on his face. “Of course I am. I'm the best.”

The way he lapped at your overflowing pussy was mind-blowing to say the least—casually nipping, licking, and overall, just scarfing down your sensitive flesh with such fervor.

How could someone be so incredibly sinful and heavenly at the same time?

"Aahhhh!" you yanked his locks and arched your back when he blowed air into your clit—your body spasming when you finally felt the knot in your belly burst once again, his awaiting tongue slurping you as if you were his tastiest treat.

And by now, you could barely form any thoughts, after he pulled the rag out from under you by making you cum four times.

“Do I make you feel good?” he chuckled, still pressing his face between your legs. With your head spinning and stars dancing in your vision, you could only whine.

Seeing you rendered into such hot mess—all because of him, Satoru smiled, ignoring the slight pain in his scalp as he swallowed your cum with that devious smirk before kissing your inner thigh with the very same daring mouth that was devouring your pussy before.

Beautifully and perfectly wet. You were like a ripe fruit for ready the taking now.

“Now, sweets... let me just show you what the best feels like.”

Suddenly, his length slid into you like a perfect fit, hitting you right where it should be. The sensation left you breathless, and in a flash, you let out hitched cries as he began to move within you, setting a relentless rhythm that seemed almost unforgiving.

“Satoru— too fast! Too de—ngh, hah—!”

Oh my, what a precious thing you are, writhing under him like this. “Really…? Then it means I’m doing—haah—a great job at this then.”

With each thrust, he marvelled at how tight your walls were engulfing him. Damn, if this kept up longer, even he wouldn’t last. Your pussy was a heavenly treasure.

“Fuck, you're so—hot,” Satoru panted, his fingers digging into your thighs as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He was really going to lose it soon, especially when right now, under him, you were a sight to behold. So pliant, so pretty, all his—

“I can't—!” you suddenly blurted, tears running down your scrunched-up face. “Satoru, I can't anymore—please—”

“Oh, but you can, baby girl,” he slowed down and countered in a low growl, interlacing his fingers with yours and folded your knees, effectively pinning you down to the bed. He had never made you hit five orgasms in one session, but now he was about to set a personal best.

His eyes captivated you, with how glittery they were. “One more time. My girl can do it.”

The underlying command in his tone triggered you, turning you on. And then he plowed into you— and then you didn't know anymore as the one thing you could utter was his name, in broken wails. “Satoru! argh—aaaah! Satoruuuu!”

His name spilling nastily from your lips, and—holy fuck, how your folds were still clenching around his cock so deliciously tight was just so—!!

He grunted, brushing his lips on yours in a messy kiss as his other hand squeezed your plump breast, making you yelp. “Can't blame me for this. Will fuck you till you can’t walk. You're mine now.”

He thrusted faster and harder, targeting your cervix repeatedly like a predator in heat. And your scream was the loudest ever yet when you cummed for the fifth time—

“Ah… ah—ahhhh!” your body shuddered, a wave of blinding pleasure crashed upon you so hard your vision dimmed, lost in the sensation of how his hips snapping and rolling into you sharply without giving you a chance to recover.

And by God, you are amazing, because in the next minute, Satoru lost all his shits and groaned loudly—his hot cum spurting in successive bursts and filling you up oh so nicely . . . even overflowing as it dripped out of your spent folds and down to the pristine sheets.

Satoru slowly sat up on the bed. The air was still thick with the aftermath of the best sex he had for the first time in a while.

It took him a few moments to realize that you passed out as you were lying face down on the pillow, motionless. A frown creased his forehead as he pulled you closer to him, tenderly brushing your hair aside.

“Sweetheart, hey? You okay?” he cautiously whispered. “Hey...”

His heart suddenly thudded within his ribcage when you failed to respond. The mere thought of you being anything less than okay was enough to send him spiraling.

You cracked your eyes open at his prodding, and let out a whimper when you felt a sudden cramp seizing your lower abdomen. In reflex, you clutched at the source of discomfort and curled upon yourself.

Satoru got a hold of you quickly, alarmed, trying to soothe you. “We're getting a bath, yeah? Hold on.”

Gone was the rabid man who senselessly fucked you over, replaced by the sweet boyfriend who was worried sick over your state.

He rushed to the bathroom to prepare a warm bath. However, noticing your slow, pained attempt to stand, he hurried back, lifting you effortlessly with one arm under your knees.

“Shh,” he quieted your whine gently, planting a swift kiss on your forehead. “You’re sore. Don't walk—let me carry you.”

And not only did he carry you, Satoru also tenderly bathed you, keeping you close to his chest. He sat behind you in the bathtub, comforting you with gentle caresses when you sniffled and pressing soft kisses on your wet shoulders, one arm securely around your waist.

After the bath, he quickly dried you off and wrapped you in the hotel's plush bathrobe. With utmost care, he lifted you again in a princess-carry and tucked you into the bed you both shared for the night.

“How are you feeling now, hmm?” he asked you softly, drawing you to his embrace again. “Better?”

Even refreshed from the bath, your mind was still partially muddled in the afterglow from the earlier lovemaking. You sought solace in his comforting presence. “Mm-hmm...”

“I was too rough on you, wasn’t I?“

He really made good on that promise—you wouldn’t be able to walk now as you felt too much like a jelly. You simply let out a soft sigh and gently bumped your forehead against his chest in a resignation, which brought a smile to his face.

“Sorry...” he murmured, his hand finding your hip to start a gentle massage. Unbeknownst to your half-sleepy state, he genuinely meant his apology. “In my defense, you are just unbelievably ravishing though...”

“You’re insatiable,” you retorted through a haze, your voice scratchy as you poked him in the chest with little force.

“Heh, for you? Most definitely.”

That got you to smile. His words, warm and fond, wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, affirming his deep, unwavering affection and desire for you alone.

The soothing motions of his hip massage lulled you back to sleep, your eyes fluttering shut with a sense of tranquility. And seeing you like this, something inside Gojo Satoru pulsed with tenderness.

“So pretty,” he blurted in pure adoration, his honored eyes fixed firmly on your sleeping form, blinking in wonder. “Wasted on someone like me…”

Suddenly, he found that he wanted to be soft to you more than ever. Next time, he would take it nice and slow. He would mold himself into your needs and desires— that was his vow to himself.

And it dawned to him, how he didn't want this love hotels anymore. Instead, he wants forever, with you—

But until then... he would relish this moment to the fullest, indulging himself in your presence, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat—secure with the knowledge that he was yours, at least until forever falls apart.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Loving Suffocation.

A Continuation Of This Piece.

Written for a very lovely, very indulgent anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!Loid x Reader x Yandere!Yor (SxF).

Word Count: 4k.

TW: Non/Con, AFAB!Reader, Slight Somnophilia, Spanking, Sex Toys, Breeding, Mentions of Pregnancy, Medical Malpractice, Oral Sex, Obsessive Behavior, Slight Gaslighting, Bruising/Marking, and Overstimulation.

You never did get to see your opera. A lack of oxygen turned your cramped world blurry and abstract, and you faded in and out of consciousness while Yor fussed over your ruined dress and gathered you up in her arms, the strip of fabric she’d tied around your neck and stuffed in your mouth – not quite a gag, but enough to convince your uncooperative vocal cords that calling for help wouldn’t be worth the effort. Sometime between being pulled against Yor’s chest and slipping out of that sex-saturated storage closet, you blinked and by the time you could find the strength to open your eyes again, you were in your apartment, in your own bed, your makeshift gag gone and your wrists bound  behind your back with a generous amount of duct tape. You briefly considered calling for help, but you were past the point of screaming. Even if you tried, the Forgers were your only neighbors close enough to hear, and you’d seen enough of enough of that family for a lifetime.

Just as exhaustion began to overwhelm your better judgement, you caught stifled footsteps in the near distance, heard the door to your bedroom creak open and shut with enough force to shake the drywall. This time, when you closed your eyes, it was in a deliberate effort to will yourself to sleep. An effort that was, of course, rendered futile by Yor’s hand on your forehead, a soft hum too tender to be purposefully deceptive. “I think they might be asleep. The poor thing could barely hold their eyes open.”

“That’s fine.” Instantly, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. He spoke quietly, keeping his voice low and airy, but even in worst dreams, Loid seemed to be able to carve out a place for himself. It made sense for him to make an appearance in this nightmare, too. “Can you show me where the damage is?”

You held your breath as Yor’s hand drifted from your face to your thigh. After a moment of hesitation, she nudged you onto your back, pulling the ragged remains of your skirt up to your waist. You fought not to bolt up as cold air washed over your exposed, abused cunt – not to ball your fists as you felt Loid’s narrowed eyes pry into you the way they always seemed to when you passed each other in the hall, when he got home before you could find a reason to get out of the Forgers’ suffocating apartment. You managed to hold yourself still as he clicked his tongue, edging that much closer to the foot of your bed. You could picture him leaning over you, perfectly styled blonde hair falling ever so slightly out of place as he took long, agonizing seconds to evaluate the bruises lining the inside of your thighs, the crescent-shaped marks Yor’s nails had left pressed in your hips, your waist. Calloused fingertips brushed over your ankle, but further restraint was deemed unnecessary as his attention shifted back to his wife. “And you said you found them…?”

“Unconscious,” she filled in. You could hear her shifting her weight, feigning concern as her husband evaluated you. “In front of our building. I tried to wake them up, but they panicked, and I remembered the treatment you told me about for—for hysteria.” She paused, swallowed. “I thought I could help, but I’m afraid I might’ve just made things worse…”

Loid’s response was delayed, put off in favor of inching that much closer to you. The mattress dipped as he rested a knee on the foot of your bed. Don’t move, you repeated to yourself, despite the ever-growing urge to get up and run gnawing violently at the back of your mind. If you pretended to be asleep, you’d only have to tolerate a few minutes of his attention before he got tired of leering at your conscious body. If you pretended to be asleep, they’d leave and you could start to forget this ever happened.

It got harder to be so rational as he reached out, running two fingers over your slit and splitting apart the lips of your pussy, giving himself a better view of your abused clit, your entrance – still pitifully drooling slick. You tried to remember what kind of doctor he was, but any specialties that might’ve come to mind were immediately forgotten as his gloved fingers slipped inside of you. You had to bite back a quiet hiss as he scissored open the sore walls of your cunt, his touch probing and experimental. At least Yor had the decency not to draw it out. “You reacted swiftly and efficiently. Even trained paramedics leave residual damage.” He drew back suddenly, and you fought not to jolt at his callousness. “Can you show me what exactly your…” He trailed off. You could practically hear the curiosity in his voice. “…your treatment entailed?”

Yor made a noise you couldn’t decipher. Loid moved away from you entirely, but Yor was quick to take his place. She settled into the space between your legs, her hands – shaking ever so slightly – taking up your hips, her fingertips near-perfectly aligned with the dark bruises pressed into your skin. You felt her breath ghost over the inside of your thighs, the flat of her tongue run gingerly over your slit, and you bolted upward on instinct, mouth open and ready to—

—ready to have your scream stifled and suffocated by Loid’s palm as he forced his hand over your mouth and shoved you back into the mattress. Unable to claw at his arm, to pry him off of you, you thrashed under his steadfast hold, but he didn’t seem to pay you any mind. Rather, his eyes met yours for all of half a second before flickering to his wife, sparing her a slight nod. “Patients usually react with some level of resistance. You can go on.”

Yor’s eyes widened, but any shock she might’ve felt seemed to melt away at her husband’s assurance. She was more nervous, now that she was performing for an audience rather than assaulting you in the privacy of her chosen hideaway, but the little, tentative movements of her tongue got braver over time, her eyes closing as her hands drifted from your waist to your thighs. She nudged your legs onto her shoulders and latched onto your clit, suckling with just enough force to draw a reaction out of your burnt-out nerves, to leave you trembling and struggling to swallow back pained moans and pathetic whimpers. It hurt – more than anything, it hurt – but she had your body trained, knew just what points to hit to get what she wanted out of you. More than that, your body knew that it wasn’t going to end until she reached her goal, until she had you cumming on her tongue for the— god, how many times would this make? You’d lost track after the first dozen, but even if you hadn’t, it would’ve been impossible to tell, impossible to know what she’d accomplished the first time reality started to blur and consciousness was rendered more of revokable privilege than something you’d ever be capable of holding on to without help. In less than a minute, you were grinding against her tongue involuntarily, the movement of your hips stilted and jerky. You couldn’t have called it a real orgasm, not when any pleasure you could’ve felt was so overshadowed by a searing sort of ache, but Yor seemed satisfied – drawing the back of her hand over her chin as she lifted her head, sending Loid a sheepish smile.

“I just, uh,” she started, drumming her fingers over your thigh. “I just did that until they calmed down. I’m not sure if it helped.”

“I see.” Loid, for his part, failed to let his air of stoic professionalism so much as waver.  “And how many times did the patient reach climax?”

“…thirty?” Yor let out an airy, nervous laugh. “Maybe more. It… It was a little hard to keep track, in the moment.”

“And they’re still so unruly.” He was kind enough to feign concern, to let his tone soften and purse his lips into a thin frown. For a second, you let yourself believe that you’d just stumbled into a bad situation – that he and his wife were under some shared delusion and genuinely thought they might’ve been helping you, but then you caught a spec of crimson on the collar of Yor’s dress out of the corner of your eye and thought better of trying to humanize them. “Would you mind if I took a closer look?”

The question was posed to Yor, not you. “Please do, you’re the doctor here,” she spouted, hurrying to get out of Loid’s way. Loid was more hesitant, his palm lingering over your mouth as his eyes found yours. He was cold at the best of times – his expression often hollow when he thought your attention was elsewhere, his touch enough to send a chill down your spine on the rare occasion he found an excuse to put his hands on you – but the look he sent you as he uncovered your mouth was nothing short of frigid. The threat was clear, albeit ambiguous. You had no idea what Loid was capable of, let alone what extremes he was willing to go to.

But, you knew what Yor could do – you’d caught her in the act.

And you weren’t eager to find out what’d she’d do to you at her husband’s request.

When his hand finally fell away from your mouth, you didn’t make a sound. Rather, you dug your teeth into the inside of your cheek as Loid wrapped an arm around your waist and hauled you onto his lap – his thighs cutting harshly into your stomach. The position was enough to leave your cheeks burning and humiliation tying knots in the back of your throat, but whatever embarrassment you might’ve felt was multiplied ten-fold as his hand ghosted over the buttons lining the back of your dress and your only remaining protective barrier fell away – mutilated fabric now limp and useless beneath you. You started to writhe, but the heel of Loid’s palm found the small of your back, pressing into the base of your spine with just enough force a pained whimper past your lips. Reflectively, Yor moved to reach towards you, but Loid shook his head. “It’s important to test for reactiveness,” he explained, tone flat and steely. “I can take care of bruises and cuts, but lasting nerve damage will make things—” He paused, clicked his tongue. “—difficult.”

“Oh!” Yor clapped her hands together. At least she seemed to sincerely believe that, even if she wasn’t helping you, her husband might be. You couldn’t tell what Loid was thinking, but it couldn’t have been so benevolent. “Is that what you’re doing now? Testing for reactiveness?”

“Exactly.” Loid flashed her a smile. You felt him shift, fish something out of the pocket of his suit jacket. Aching numbness had put you at a distance from his invasive touch before, but Yor’s mouth had done away with that – resurrecting the buzzing sort of hyper-sensitivity that meant you weren’t able to hide the way your hips bucked against his thigh as he slid something sleek and metallic into your drenched pussy. It was oddly shaped – one end tapered and the other flat, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand but still big enough to leave you squirming uncomfortably as Loid pulled back. “Normally, I’d use more intricate equipment, but there are a few experiments I can run on my own.”

You heard nails against metal, a soft click muffled by stiff machinery. After a second of delay, the object inside of you let out an abrupt pulse of pure vibration – harsh and sudden and awful. Your reaction was reflexive, undisguisable. You threw your head forward as you bit back a bubbling, broken moan; waves of intense reverberation beating at the walls of your cunt. There was no time to brace yourself, to grow into the piercing sting – it was already too much. The walls of your pussy clenched around the source of your agony, and before you could think to stifle your reactions, to give them as little as you possibly could, tears were blurring your vision, dripping down your cheeks. Yor cooed, kneeling in front of you and cupping your cheeks. “Poor thing…” she mumbled, before looking up towards Loid. “I don’t think they’re enjoying it.”

Another wave of pulsing reverberation, a jagged cry forced past your lips. “P-please, turn it off, take it out, I can’t—”

It took you a second to process the sound of a palm against flesh, how it might’ve been connected to the bright flash of pain just below the curve of your ass. When you could bring yourself to glance over your shoulder, his hand was raised, his expression stern. The sight was enough to make your heart ache in your chest – a sensitivity which surprised you. You hadn’t thought there was anything the Forgers could do to hurt you more than they already had.

“We’re going out of our way to help you.” It was the same tone he used with Anya when she refused to do her homework or threatened to drop out of her upper-crust academy. Whatever genuine sympathy he might’ve had for you was buried beneath a heavy layer of practiced stoicism and nearly totalitarian authority, turning the words cold where they should’ve been comforting. “It’s unfair to be so ungrateful when Yor’s already sacrificed so much of her time for the sake of your health. Why don’t you apologize to her?”

Again, you heard that same soft click, and the vibrations pulsing out of the object in your cunt doubled in intensity. You let your head fall forward, clenching your eyes shut as you struggled to spit something out. “I… I’m sorry, Yor, I didn’t mean to—”

You were cut off by a sharp moan, the feeling of Loid’s fingers tracing over your slit. Soon, the pad of his thumb found your clit, pushing dull circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. He let out an airy chuckle as you withered into yourself, your legs spreading involuntarily as your feet struggled to find purchase on carpeting that seemed to be just an inch too far, to ground yourself on something that Loid didn’t even have to try to keep just out of your grasp. “Don’t strain yourself,” he muttered, your unwanted reward for your easy compliance. “How does this—” He pushed a rough pattern into your clit, drawing out a wavering cry. “—feel?”

Miserable. Torturous. The worst thing that’d ever been inflected onto your poor, spent body. You deflated, your chest flattening against Loid’s thighs. “…it hurts.”

This time, he let you finish before pulling back, his palm striking your ass with twice the force he’d used before. You cried out, the noise uneven and anguished, but your pain didn’t seem to rank very high on his nebulous list of concerns. “I’ve already told you not to be so ungrateful,” he said, shaking his head. “Do you know what would’ve happened if we weren’t here to help you?” Another strike, another ragged sob. “You’d be suffering on your own, in excruciating pain and spiraling into your own delusions. If we hadn’t been there to correct you so quickly, you would’ve been unrecoverable.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You were babbling, now, your apologies clumped together and nearly unintelligible. Loid cut in, pointed as ever.

“You’ve already apologized.” Two digits slipped into you, splitting your pussy open. Somehow, the added stimulation only seemed to make his device’s vibration more unbearable. “Now, it’s time to tell Yor how thankful you are.”

“Thank you—” There was no hesitation, no resistance. If you’d been able to, if you hands hadn’t been bound, you would’ve clung to her, dug your nails into her shoulder and your teeth into Loid’s thigh, anything to feel like you weren’t about to fall apart altogether. “Thank you, I’m so— I can’t— Thank you—”

It was Yor, this time – her mouth crashing against yours as her hand found the back of your head. Her tongue slipped past your lips, raking over yours with a ginger sort of tenderness and raking her fingers through your hair, drinking down every little moan and whimper her husband forced out of you with enthusiasm. She lingered there, lips moving gently against yours, as you reached your next climax – the number completely lost on you, now. When she pulled away, eyes glazed over and a dark blush painted over her cheeks, Loid hummed approvingly, fishing his bullet-shaped device out of your pussy and switching it off. Slick dripped down the inside of your thighs, your chest heaving stiltedly against his lap, and you noticed, for the first time, something large and stiff pressing into your stomach. For your own sake, you decided you weren’t going to think about it.

But, like always, Loid was quick to tear even the comfort you found in your own mind away from you.

“You did what you could,” Loid started, with heavy sigh. “But their condition is worse than I thought. It might take more than the usual treatment to set them back on the right path.” A lengthy pause, an arm looped underneath you. With more care than he’d seen fit to show you all night, Loid repositioned you on your back in the center of your bed. You were too exhausted to so much as try to protest. “For cases like this, insemination is the only known cure.”

Yor blinked up at him, more curious than confused. “Insemination?”

“Pregnancy,” Loid filled in. “It can be done artificially, but for cases this severe…”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. Weakly, you tried to sit up, but it was Yor that stopped you, this time, pressing her hand flat against your shoulder and pinning you down effortlessly. “If that’s what’s best,” she chimed, her smile wide and brilliant. “Can I help?”

For the first time, Loid’s expression seemed to warm. “Of course.”

Less than a full minute later, you were slotted against Yor, your head resting on her chest and her arms loosely wrapped around your midriff. Loid had reclaimed his position in the space between your open legs, one hand on your hip and the other toying with his clothes, shifting the waist of his now-wrinkled dress pants down just far enough to free his flush cock – already hard, already leaking pearls of arousal. The sight, paired with the breathy sigh he let out as he wrapped his fist around his shaft, was enough to dash any hopes you might’ve had of a last-minute change of heart.

You squirmed in Yor’s hold, your fists balling around your own near ruined sheets as Loid aligned himself with your entrance. You didn’t realize you were talking until you heard your own voice, fragile and desperate, nearly too broken to be comprehensible. “Please don’t, I—I’m not sick, please don’t—”

It was Yor who hushed you, this time, smiling as she pressed a fleeting kiss into your cheek. “He’s going to help you,” she whispered, tone simpering where you wished it would be sterile. “You can just sit back and relax while we—” She paused, squeezed you against her playfully. “—make sure you’re alright.”

There was a beat of silence, of stillness. Eventually, you managed to stutter out, “I don’t want your help.”

Loid let out an airy chuckle, tracing the flushed tipped of his cock over your slit. “You don’t have to want anything.” He bowed his head, leaning down far enough to rest his lips against the top of your head. “You’ll need all the help you can get, in a few weeks.”

You didn’t have time to protest, not before he thrust into you – sheathing himself to the hilt in a single stroke.

You tried to scream, but Yor’s mouth found yours in a moment, swallowing any fractured noises you might’ve been able to make. Loid didn’t seem interested in giving you time to adjust; immediately falling into a rhythm just as forceful and just as cruel as anything else he’d done to you. It wasn’t a question of if it would hurt, anymore, but how badly. The feeling of his not inconsiderably length splitting open your aching pussy alone was enough to bring tears to your eyes, and his rough thrusts, his shattering pace – all of it only working to agitate the few parts of you that hadn’t already gone numb to his assult. You clenched your eyes shut, willing yourself to go completely numb, but Yor cooed, one of her hands falling away from you only to find its way to the curve of your stomach, her palm soon pressed flat against your skin. “Miss Anya did mention wanting a younger sister,” she muttered, nuzzling into the dip of your shoulder. “It’ll be difficult to hide, ‘till it’s over with. There used to be a single mother working at city hall, but the State Security Service paid her a visit and…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “But I’m sure that won’t be an issue for you!”

“Of course not.” Loid’s voice was breathy, his attention mostly elsewhere. He did his best to stay composed, to maintain that painstakingly professionally air, but you could feel him twitch inside of you, feel his hips stutter as his pace grew that much more brutal. “We’ll be taking care of you. When you start to show, you’ll move in with us, and—” A groan, a pair of tired eyes allowed to close. “—and if you cooperate, we’ll make it so you don’t have to worry about anything aside from the baby. Any added stress will only make the pregnancy more difficult.”

Loid’s hips pressed against yours, Yor’s mouth on the curve of your neck. “Our little family is growing so quickly.” You could feel her grin against your throat, fangs ready to clamp down at the first sign of resistance. “I can’t wait until you’re better. You’ll be so happy, when you’re in your right mind again.”

Your mouth fell open, but anything you might’ve said died in your throat long before it could ever reach your tongue. There was no pleasure to it, no stimulation other than the same grating sensation and the pinpoints of pressure where Loid’s fingertips dug into your waist, but if your comfort mattered to Loid, he would’ve stopped as soon as he saw what his wife did to you. He cursed under his breath, throwing his hand forward and hauling your rigid body that much closer to his. You didn’t have a chance to brace yourself, to trick your pain-addled mind into believing there was anything you could possibly do to get away from him before he went still, something thick and searing flooding into your unprotected cunt. He lingered there, his cum leaking out of you despite your pussy’s futile attempts to cling to his cock, and for the first time, you let yourself think about what they were taking about – insemination, pregnancy, growing families and new siblings. You let yourself acknowledge the weight of Yor’s hand against your stomach, Loid’s hips against yours. You let yourself breath in, holding the air in your lungs for a moment before exhaling and going limp against Yor.

Fuck.

If you never saw the Forgers again, it’d still be a day too soon.

Yor started to pull away from you, but Loid stopped her. “Conception can be fickle,” he started, fighting not to pant audibly. “It’d be for the best if we were…” His eyes dropped to you. “…thorough.”

“Do you hear that?” Her hold grew that much tighter, her smile that much brighter. Her lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. The feeling might’ve sent a chill down your spine, if you still had the strength to be afraid of them.

“Loid’s going to take very good care of you.”

[fatuismooches]

Good day! Life is the definition of stress for me lately, so i turn to Dottie x Fragile!Reader for comfort once more. I hereby present you: bathtime!

Just before i begin - NO NSFW! Only wholesomeness! Horny will automatically have their names added to test subjects volunteers list!

Reader's mysterious sickness got worse over time. Fragile body forced them staying in bed and prevented them from completing even the simplest mundane activities, such as eating or showering. But it's no fun staying in sweaty bed, is it? So, while segments are busy changing sheets, Zandik brings his beloved to bathroom.

Let's address the obvious - reader would get extra shy. It's not the first time Zandik sees them naked, taking all physical health exams into consideration. However, man is more than willing to look away and wait - he will avoid looking at the Reader if that's what they want.

Bath time feels like luxurious spa complex. Scented bath bombs? Check. Bath bubbles? Check. Soothing music playing in the background? Check. Shoulders massage? Check. Hair-washing? Check.

Speaking of the latter, Zandik's long, slim fingers rubbing shampoo into reader's hair brings them euphoria. He's so gentle with every movement, careful not to get any bubbles into his dear's eyes. Zandik also uses shampoo of his own making (perks of being the all-knowing scientist!). If Reader's hair was greasy and messy before, once the bathtime is over, you bet their locks are smooth to the touch and extra soft.

Man would make sure the Reader has been fully dried off. He'll also personally dry their hair with hair dryer (...does Teyvat have hair dryers? Idk. Assume it's something similar then.), so they don't catch cold that could further worsed their condition! Once the spa procedures are done, Zandik will have reader dressed in fresh pyjamas and wrapped in a bathrobe, cuddled in his arms - he will then carry them bride-style back to bedroom where a bed with fresh sheets and a segment with a mug of hot chocolate was waiting for them.

Cuddles and kisses afterwards are a major part of whole bathtime procedure! Must not be skipped!

BATH TIME WITH DOTTORE. <3 Your illness frequently rendered you unable to do even the simplest of activities, most importantly the basics of living. Or perhaps your mental state was not the best and you could not bring yourself or find the energy to take care of yourself. But at least you have your lovers with you to do that when you can't yourself.

No matter how many times your husband sees you nude you still get a bit anxious about it, you know he loves you. But you still can't help but look in the mirror and wonder if he notices even more imperfections than you, after all, his eyes are very observant. However every time, he patiently holds and reassures you in his own Dottore-like very, despite how many times you two have done this same routine, he doesn't seem annoyed. You're thankful.

Dottore had honestly never used or cared for such extraneous products in the bath, he never saw the point of them. He always got in and out of the shower, he never exactly relaxed in it. It was only until you started using fancy stuff like that and forcing him into it that he started to warm up to the idea of bath time also being relaxing time (something both of you really need.) And he can easily see that this is something you need right now. However, he is clueless by himself so he probably found himself at the mercy of the Damslette and Regrator much to his dismay... but, it's for you, so he can endure...

Dottore's hands are very skilled, certain areas of his work require great control over them to avoid any mistakes, so it's not surprising in itself for them to be gentle and delicate. However, what is surprising is for that gentleness to be used on another person. It wasn't easy for him at first either, he loves you but being gentle doesn't come easily or naturally for him. But he still does try and it seems that eventually, you get so lost in the feeling of his fingers massaging your scalp that you don't notice if he messes up. I imagine you'd try to return the favor too if you have the strength. Unfortunately, it gets into his eyes but he has zero reaction to it for your sake.

After the bath, you would feel so warm and fuzzy from how good it felt, but most importantly you felt that Zandik cared, which was always very important for you. Sure, he wasn't the world's most perfect lover, but you didn't care about that. All that mattered was that he tried, and that he loved you. (He invented Teyvat's first and only hair dryer. End of story.) You'd nearly fall asleep as he dries your hair, barely hanging on by the time he dresses you in something warm. But you can't fall asleep now! You have to stay awake and treasure this moment with him! It's not often opportunities like this arise with your Zandik! And you have to be awake to feel all the kisses you'll get!

(His cup of hot chocolate definitely has a little too much marshmallows in it...)

[blueskittlesart]

hello! i love your zelink stuff sm😭 do you have any advice on how you get your characters so textured? like,, idk how to explain, but the clothes, hair and skin have a cool smudged effect. it might be rendering, but i really like your style of it!

uhhh okay im not sure exactly what you mean so i'm just going to go over everything you could potentially be talking about lmfao. (this is the problem with having multiple coloring styles)

what i think you're probably talking about is the very soft, smudgy rendering style that I sometimes use for more finished pieces. I haven't used it that much recently though so i'm not entirely sure?? for examples it looks like this:

this is a combination of 3 different sai brush presets. I sketch with a custom crayon brush, do flat colors with sai's default paper acrylic brush, and shade with a custom watercolor brush, and then i do a second pass overtop of all that with the crayon brush again to smooth things out and define important details. these are the settings for those brushes:

if you're talking about the kind of cleaner block-color look like this, which I think is the style I use most often:

this is the same crayon brush and paper acrylic brush mentioned above, but instead of shading with the soft watercolor brush I use the same paper acrylic brush to cell-shade. color and line do most of the heavy lifting here, since the only brush with any special texture is the paper texture on the crayon brush that's used for the linework.

the third potential style this could maybe (?) be about is this rougher, more obviously textured style, although in my mind i wouldn't call this 'smudged':

this is my new holy grail brush. i love her and i use her for absolutely everything. this one is for CSP, not sai. it's called sketches / doodles by REN99W, content ID 2024976 on the asset store, and it's FREE which is insane because it's the best csp brush ive ever used in my entire life. its pressure sensitivity is really cool because at normal pressure it will basically act like a normal linework brush with a bit of nice crunchy texture, but if you press harder than normal you get that sort of spray effect that looks almost like a halftone. literally incredible. works for sketching, lining, painting, ANYTHING. this brush has carried my art for the past semester and a half

[taylor-titmouse]

Shrinking Violet is out! another of @petitemortality R/L Monroe's wonderful erotic shorts, with another cover by yours truly >:) i've been saying it on nearly every promo post i make for this but if you're one of the people who has wanted me to write f/f, you're legally obligated to read this one. below is the sales copy, and then below that some discussion of the process for designing the cover!

Nobody at college knows that shy, nervous Maya had a 'bad boy' reputation in high school - and Maya is the only one who knows tough, rebellious Nasrin used to be a sweet-tempered teacher's pet. Mutual attraction is rekindled when their paths cross again, but the two find their old dynamics have been flipped on their head. Maya finally knows what she wants, and Nasrin is bold enough to give it to her...that is, if she can bring herself to ask. Will their first time be perfect the second time around? 7k words, EPUB and PDF format. This is the second in the Fuck Yourself Friday series of shorts. New stand-alone erotic stories are released on the last Friday of every month. FYF 1: Go Fuck Yourself These stories contain explicit sexual content, and are intended for 18+ audiences.

Contains: -F/tF -transfem sub -outdoor sex -praise kink -soft penis stimulation -non-penetrative sex

THUMBNAILS

this one was very straightforward with the request: "the image I have in my mind for a cover is someone's fingers knotted in a skirt spread out against wildflowers. but more in the sort of gripping your own skirt gently kind of way, somewhere between anxious and excited if that makes sense. I'm thinking like you know the classic soft grunge tumblr aesthetic photo vibe. type of shit you'd post next to a closeup of a skinned knee in long socks"

very easy instructions to follow! so while i usually prefer to do 3 thumbnails, i only ended up with 2. there's only so many ways you can depict a hand on a skirt, after all. and we decided that we wanted to continue with the style i established with the first one, with silhouettes, lineless art, and bold textures. we liked the first one more, but wanted to get some leg in there.

i proposed adding black pantyhose to the narrative to make it work on the cover (i have changed prose to match what i drew for illustrations Many times) but we went with bare leg in the end

FINISHING

so i didn't actually do a sketch for this one, just went straight to rendering. as we all know i use gradient maps a lot in my work, so i gave lee a choice between a bright, springy palette, and a wetter, darker palette. i also offered it with the border, or with the skirt going over it. personally i like the skirt going over it, but the border keeps it consistent and more book-cover-y, so we went with that. lee chose the darker palette, which suits the story much better

but the font didn't fit! too vintage for the story, which takes place in modern day.

fonts time :^)

we went with the third option for the contrast. and also added a raindrop to the flower (which got moved to the right petal in the final draft). gently touching petals, wetness, This Is Yuri.

and the final result is as above!

anyway you should all read this story, it's incredibly sweet childhood-best-friends-to-lovers and in itself a love letter to trans femininity. i highly recommend it, and it's only $3!

go and get it!

[stargirlsmooch]

bliss

bucky barnes x fem!reader

your relationship with bucky is taken to a whole new level- you tell him you love him. fluffy smut! 18+ 1.2k words.

Bucky had his eyes trained on you from the moment you walked into the room, your pink robe wrapped tightly around you as you walked over to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. You looked so adorable in your Captain America printed pyjamas- one more second spent staring and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from walking over there and ripping them right off you.

It definitely wasn’t out of jealousy. Bucky was okay with you walking around with his best friend’s badge plastered all over you… At least that’s what he told himself.

So, the faster he could get you out of here, and out of those clothes, the better. Bucky couldn’t stand here for one more minute; he was desperate to feel your supple skin under his hands again, hear your precious little whimpers and make you beg for him. 

“Hey, Buck.” 

Being too in his thoughts about you had somehow rendered him so incapacitated that he had failed to see you walk over to him, a sexy smirk on your lips as if you knew what dirty scenes were playing over in his head. Images of you riding him (much like you did last night) hadn’t managed to make their way out of his brain today, especially as he sat at the dining table filling out a mission report whilst you strolled around in front of him in tiny shorts.

Bucky would’ve loved to have the strength to punish you, but in actual fact, he could never do anything but make love to you, softly. Each time you and Bucky were together, it was the sweetest fucking you had ever experienced- a kiss on the shoulder there, a slow thrust here.

It was perfection.

Hence why you couldn’t get enough and were running a hand up and down his bicep seductively, whilst you said, “Wanna come to my room?” 

As the chivalrous boyfriend he was growing to be, he scooped you up bridal-style and started making his way back to your bedroom with you comfortably slotted in his arms, kissing his neck and cheeks. You two hadn’t even made it two steps before Sam blurted out, “Jesus Christ, Buck. Can’t you keep it in your pants for five seconds?” 

“Yeah, Bucky. Leave the poor girl alone.” Steve piped up, turning around from his spot on the couch to face Bucky, or rather his retreating back. 

He didn’t even acknowledge the two of them, continuing to bask in the delightful attention you were paying him. His handsome face lit up with a lovely smile, intensifying with every step closer to your bed, until he was full-on beaming as he dropped you down on the plush mattress. 

Before your back had even hit the material, Bucky had started stripping out of his clothes, with a brief intermission to turn around and lock your door- neither of you wanted a run in like you had last week with Sam.

“You’re so handsome.” You whispered, bringing your hands up to Bucky’s chiseled tummy for a feel. For a man who, nowadays, spent most of his time trying to get out of training and sparring to spend time with you in your office, he was surprisingly still very beefy. Those thighs would forever be your weakness.

“And you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He murmured back to you, his lips pressed loosely against yours as he slowly undressed you, unbuttoning the top of your pyjama top and inching you out of the matching bottoms until you were laid bare before him. The dressing gown had long since been abandoned on the floor.

Once every fiber of clothing had been removed, Bucky used his fingers to push your knees apart, proceeding to slide his shoulders inbetween your thighs until his face was right where you wanted it. You stayed sat up, reclining back on your hands to watch the show.

His tongue was warm and soft against your folds, slowly sliding between them until he met your clit, circling it briefly before sucking it into his mouth harshly. He did this repeatedly, edging you closer and closer towards the edge until you couldn’t take it anymore: his teasing was immaculate.

You wouldn’t change it for the world. You got off on the fact Bucky took so much pleasure from pleasing you, pushing you inch by inch to the precipice of orgasm and then yanking you back to start the process all over again. 

“Bucky, baby…” You started, having to take a breath to collect yourself- teetering on the brink of bliss and talking were difficult tasks to conduct at the same time. “Please make me cum.”

Bucky chose that time to take his mouth away from you, leaving you shaking and dangling over the cliff of pleasure. When he started gently kissing up your tummy, meeting your breasts in no time and taking one nipple into his mouth whilst rolling the other one inbetween his vibranium fingers, you lost it- fallling into the pit of ecstasy with a barely-contained scream. 

Your thighs shook as they wrapped themselves around Bucky’s waist, holding on tightly as if he might turn into dust and fly away. Your arms were hugging his shoulders, trying to find some way to ground yourself and bring you back down to earth after you’d basically just been shattered by euphoria. 

“Did you just cum?” He asked, whispering his question in your ear as he lined himself up with your leaking hole. The best thing about Bucky- he was a giver. You may have already orgasmed, but one wasn’t enough for him. 

Barely even able to nod your head, you laid back against your pillows, eventually finding the strength to open your thighs up even more to give your love more room. It was well worth it when he slid inside for the first time, as you both let out rapturous moans at the feeling of being complete again. 

You stayed like that for a little while: Bucky’s face in your neck, biting down on your smooth skin tenderly when you clenched around him, and your limbs encasing him sweetly as you kissed his shoulder. 

“Move, baby.” You said, moaning quietly when he started to thrust into you, hitting your g-spot perfectly each and every time. You couldn’t help the little whimpers that left your mouth, narrating the delight that was Bucky plunging inside you. 

As he picked up his pace, until it was verging on pleasureful brutality, you couldn’t stop the admission from escaping your lips that were pressed against his throat.

“I love you, James.” 

You couldn’t see his gorgeous face as it was still laying in the juncture between your neck and shoulder, but Bucky’s eyes slowly began to fill with tears, until they were spilling over and onto your skin. 

He dreamed of being told that, of being told he meant something and that he was worth something to someone. But he would’ve never imagined the feeling that overcame him when he heard it roll of your tongue, sweet like honey.

The overwhelming joy hit him in the chest like a punch, the happiness ricocheting out through his nerves to every cell in his body, warming his blood.

With a few last thrusts, you both came together, trapping your moans as your lips met in a lovable kiss, transferring all the unspoken words between you.

“I love you too, sweetheart. So much.” 

[j11nko]

Hey!! Happy New Year!! Your art style is so adorable!! It‘s such a happy and colorful style! And the bsd characters (and fans) deserve a bit of that fun and happiness lol Also love the way you render hair! It looks very soft!! Which artworks you created in 2023 were your favorites?

Happy New Year!!!!!

Awgh what a nice way to start the new year, omg thank you so much thats so sweet 😭😭 Ive been following your art for a while now, and i absolutely adore it!!!

My favorite works from 2023 were these four!

[lemongogo]

what's your process for coloring like? the look of that elendira is so textured and interesting, i can't figure out how you do it

AA THANK YOUU ^__^ !! textures & brushwork are my favorite things abt my art, so im happy you find it interesting hehe . its SOO cool to look at & so much fun to draw imo

i prefer to color by building in layers , if that makes sense 🤔!! hundreds of them !! such that i'm always drawing on Top of previous layers, working from big & messy blocks of color to, eventually, small and refined blocks of color until it feels processed enough. as a result, i rarely ever erase (!!) and i rarely ever draw lineart aside from the initial sketch

a rough, patchy textured brush is key here, as it'll give you dimension and variability w/ your colors. i recommend "Brush and various sets of fountain pen style (万年筆風ブラシと色々セット)" on Clip Studio (ID: 1679706) !! :3

im terrible with explanations though, so i'm going to show a step by step of that elendira drawing if you dont mind :3

sketch layer !! because i mostly render through color alone, i try to make this as close to the finished thing as possible . ^__^ i hateee drawing the same thing over and over and like the expressivity and movement of my sketches anyways , so the more i can preserve at this step, the better. if u were to look at a side by side of my sketches and finished pieces, youd notice a lot of those og lines are present in the final drawing :3

2. flats !! pretty self explanatory, but the solid background gives me an idea of where the figure begins & ends while the colors themselves help distinguish whats what . i stick to ambient lighting @ this point because im usually not sure what i want to do with the overall palette or lighting yet . having two tones (ex, dark and light in her hair or dark and light on her skin) can also help in identifying key features early on that u wanna preserve. as you build layer by layer, sometimes these areas will remain untouched and i think it makes for a rly lovely feel at the end

3. start blocking !!! to be totally honest with you, i dont really know what i do here HAHAHA. like i just scribble the shit out of it, usually focusing on what i might want to do with lighting (ex: grey areas to accentuate folds in her costume). i think i like to start "erasing" the sketch where possible by coloring on top of it .. like if you look at her hat or her arm , you can tell i'm starting to get a sense of the shapes i like vs the ones i dont. it's at this point that the final image starts to emerge in my mind , like im gradually pulling her from a tarpit of scribbles until shes recognizable lol. chipping away at the marble until i can free her. tbh.

4. keep blockingg...when u think u are done , block some more . as you can probably see, the brushwork becomes more intentional as i add more shape, with specific focus on line weight. this is also where the patchiness of that textured brush comes in - notice how none of the colors seem totally uniform (ex: the red cross or the original sketchlines for her waist). you can see bits and pieces of the layers underneath pushing through and i really like that !! ^__^ its very fun and sketchy to me, so i try to keep them around. those areas are also great to colorpick from, because it'll give you "new" colors to work w/ that are already part of your palette.

5. GRADIENTS & GRADIENT MAPS !! TONE CURVE !! COLOR PICKER !! this is the best stage tbh. flatten your image so its all on one layer and just go crazy with all the color settings in ur program. add gradient layers and set them to darken, or overlay, or subtract, orrr. lighten or dodge glow or divide or soft/hard light.! OR!! edit the hue, saturation, luminosity and contrast.and then color pick from these edits, block even more on top of ur image, flatten, color edit again, etc. etc. until u feel satisfied.

ANYWAYSS . i hope that makes sense @__@ sry i wrote this out and deleted it like 23 times trying to make it make More sense but thats what ive got HAHA i hope its useful though :3 !

[theautumnaldemon]

Art contest winners!

3rd Place:

@spaceboibrainrot 💜

I honestly love your art style so much, it’s so unique and wholesome! No matter what you draw it’s adorable and fun, and I love that. The little stars you put around to decorate the background are nice, and I love the fact Dib has little wings! The lighting is amazing too!

your prize is: one full-body character drawing!

2nd Place:

@aroflowey 💜

the pixelated style is very fun to look at, I really enjoy the mix of hard and soft shading! You capture his disgust very well! Not to mention the cool dithering in the background!

your prize is: two full-body characters drawing, or an extra pet if you prefer

1st place:

@ruby-hux 💜

this is so gorgeous! Your style is total eyecandy and I love how you capture the emotion, as well as draw line art and rendering! Again, the mix of soft and hard shading is nice, the textured background, and the cool outfit you gave him!

your prize is: Two full-body characters drawing with detailed or semi-detailed background (or something else, we can discuss it!)

And a special thank you-to everyone who participated, it made me so happy to see all of your beautiful drawings! <3

[mushbeast]

Hey!! I just wanted to say i love your artwork so much i find it very comforting and your style is just so soft and nice to look at <3

im not sure if you’ve been asked before but, what sort of brushes do you use in procreate? the way your digital pieces are rendered rlly scratch an itch in my brain

thank u so much <3 so here are a couple of links that i get my brushes from: https://maxpacks.com/ https://theplantchild.gumroad.com/l/YMHUl (free pack) https://ko-fi.com/thedawner https://shiyoonk.gumroad.com/l/shiyoonink https://olguioo.gumroad.com/ i hope u find smth you like :~)

[hrishcha]

Brushes maybe?

I’d love to figure out how you render that way ur stuff is so good! Any advice you could give maybe? The texturing is STUNNING

Hi! Thank you :] To be fair, I'm not sure where to start as I have multiple ways to draw things, but I'll try. (Also I might show more if you choose an example if you had any specific brushes in mind)

For most recent art my favourite brushes that were used in rain world fanart have some color jitter. It's a feature that can be enabled in clip studio, but I'm sure that other programs have similar setting.

When I'm less confident in general execution of the idea or have many details to pay attention to and want to take things slowly i like to use oval marker brush. It doesn't have any texture and has somewhat soft edges so i can work from very loose blob of sketch. Its flat shape that doesn't turn with the movement allows me to "chisel" out the shapes and volume in the drawing. That's why many prefer using flat brushes instead of round.

Sometimes I straight up sketch with thin brush for lineart and clean excess lines so it looks like lineart instead of drawing one over the sketch layer from scratch. This hoverer requires a lot of practice and generally clean confident strokes so I resort to it rarely and use it for more stylised cartoonish things. Tip: you can also duplicate lineart and blur the layer and lower its opacity so the whole thing will look more interesting and less sharp.

And then there's this thing :) not sure what to add here other than that they're pretty.

As for the advice hmmmm… Probably I'd say that many brushes show their potential if you adjust your style to each, like you'd usually do with traditional medium. While keeping one favourite consistent style may be comforting, and I respect that as drawing should be what brings you joy, sometimes experimenting might be useful for you. I do have limited amount of styles for some of my favourite brushes and don't go as crazy as I could, but sometimes it feels more satisfying to let the brush guide your process with its shapes and textures instead of breaking it into your already existing pattern. At least that's what I've been enjoying recently :) Keeping up with developing multiple styles might distract you from learning other aspects, so to choose what's better is always up to you. I wish I'd had more in-depth advices on how to render in general but figuring it out was a complex and long process for me as well

[acefantasyy]

Peaceful Moments

✦- Eriks x gn. reader

✦cw. none, 98 Eriks coded, perhaps a little bit of kissing

✦note. thank you @chris-continues for feeding me ideas to make me write this. I am hella rusty on writing so forgive me if its all jumbly haha. this is also going to be split into two parts just because I don't want to cram so much onto one post.

✦word count- 791

••

Comfortable. That’s what this moment felt like. Pure comfortable bliss between two people who shared the same feeling of adoration and love for one another.

This had become the norm between you and Eriks, the mysterious man who showed up one day in your town almost a year ago that you had grown very fond of since then. The once lonely evenings of your days were now spent in the presence of the kind blonde at the town’s pub but as of late it had progressed to being in the comfort of your home.

Tonight was nonetheless different, the two of you sat on your couch with drinks in hand idly chatting away about today’s adventures. The suns having gone down was a clear indicator of just how long the two of you had been conversing for along with the now almost empty bottle of liquor sitting on your table. The liquor you had stashed in your cabinets wasn’t strong by any means, but from the way that the two of you had been pouring drink after drink it had slowly but surely done its job of rendering you both drunk and giddy. 

A brief moment of silence falls between you two once your laughing comes to a halt, your frazzled brain running a fraction slower than the rest of your body as your hand now rested in the blond’s hair, your fingers gently combing through the soft locks of hair.

“You know, you should let me do something with your hair,” you gently quipped at Eriks, his gaze locked with yours out of curiosity, “it's long enough to put it up or even style it.”

You quickly demonstrate, your hands taking gentle hold of his face to turn it to the side so you could gather his hair together to form what you could of a ponytail. Raising a brow at your work you set a hair tie in before releasing Eriks’ hair and tucking some of his bangs behind his ear. Your hand slowly travels down, now caressing Eriks’ cheek fondly for a few seconds. There’s a pause in your hands movement, the blond’s own having taken hold of your wrist to keep your hand in place as he leaned into your palm with a quiet hum.

There’s hushed words that have you leaning in as quick as they’re said, “Can I.. tell you something? Something that I haven’t said to anyone in a long time.” 

Oh that voice. That sweet voice that you loved to listen to even on the downest of days, it sounded so forlorn and scared like if the wrong thing were said it would shatter the sweet man’s soul.

Smiling gently at him you nod giving him your full attention, your thumb now running across his cheekbone, “What is it, Eriks?”

“I think.. no, actually I know this. I have feelings for you, romantic ones from what Lina said I was describing to her. And I know that it hasn’t been that long since we’ve met but,” there’s the lightest and most soft kiss to your palm, slight stubble scratching across your hand as Eriks’ eyes looking into yours once again now full of raw emotion, “you’ve been so nice to me and you’re such a sweetheart, both to me and everyone here in town which I love. To be honest, you do a lot of things that make my chest feel all warm and fuzzy. I haven’t ever felt anything like it before and it makes me really nervous, scared even."

There’s a silence for a short moment after that, his words leaving you absolutely awestruck. And that silence seems horrifying to him from the way he begins to pull away and release you all while muttering apologies under his breath as he goes to stand. You’re quick to catch him before he can actually stand up and link one of your hands with his while your other takes hold of his face again to guide him back to you. Looking from his eyes then to his lips and then back up to his eyes you sit there for a moment before leaning in and closing the distance, leaving a soft kiss full of love on his lips.

“I love you too, Eriks. I have for quite awhile actually, I just wasn’t sure how or when I’d get to tell you.” You whisper as you lean your forehead against the blonde’s, a loving smile gracing your features as you look at him, “You know, now that I think about it Lina was trying to tell me something a few days ago, I think it might’ve been your sweet heartfelt secret. Good thing I was too busy paying attention to you though when she tried to tell me.”

✦tags. @chris-continues

[cattnipt]

hey hey! love your art a lot and was wondering if you would ever post speedpaints or give any sort of insight into your rendering process? i’d be very curious to see how you make your pieces come together and how your style - being so consistent yet so varied and expressive when applied to any given drawing - uh, builds, i guess. thanks a bunch!! keep it up either way, your work is super inspiring. <3 :)

Hi!! First of all, thank you so much and what the hell I'll cry, CONSISTENT?? EXPRESSIVE??? WOAH.........

As for speedpaints hmm I've always thought to myself that recording speedpaints would be really interesting but in actuality I don't really know how to......do that ? My drawings take so many hours to render, would the footage of it all just clog my computer?? Where would I upload them?? Youtube???

But honestly I'm so honoured by this ask that I think I'd like to genuinely give it a try :o

But when it comes to insight regarding rendering.... bit of a harder thing to answer honestly. Especially since I get about 90% of all the colouring work done within the typically flat colour stage before rendering since I wing all my colours on the go. My initial colours are usually pretty messy and soft (as is my sketch), but in the rendering phase I make it a point to use a lot of harder edge or at least high opacity brushes to define shapes more and make them sharper.

I do all my rendering on one merged layer with my initial sketch/lineart and base colours usually with additional airbrush/colour tweak layers merged as well. I try to use a lot of colour variation within everything I'm rendering, and my initial colours usually utilise a lot of airbrushing to set the base for those colour variations. I of course do additional effects/backgrounds/sometimes specific parts like props on separate layers but all of my main rendering happens on one

This is a very poor explanation I'm sorry, I hope the progress pictures show at least something HAHA

here's also a random water painting tutorial I made for a friend that maybe explains my initial colouring stage slightly?

Don't know if this explains literally anything, but thank you so much for your ask :-D !! I'll look into speedpaints and update here if I ever figure those out.....

[actuallysaiyan]

could you please do 94 or 74 up to u with uzui or rengoku?🥰

warnings: kissing, established kohai x senpai relationships, polyamory(Tengen's wives exist in this one), thigh riding, mentions of punishment prompt list here

You were starting to get on his last nerve. Uzui knew you’d make him frustrated and agitated, but he never knew to what degree it would be. Even his wives don’t frustrate him this much, and sometimes they can be a handful. But you’re his little kohai, and that’s what makes all of this so different. 

Sure Uzui could have his wives anytime he pleases, but he has a very strict schedule when it comes to spending any kind of time with you. You trained hard and became a very skilled demon slayer in hardly any time. You impressed a lot of the other Hashira, but it was your flashy fighting style that really caught Uzui’s eyes. You were as flamboyant as he was.

The first days you spent time training together were difficult. You did have a bit of an attitude to yourself, but Uzui put a stop to that so quickly. All he had to do was make you cum, and he made you cum so hard that first time. 

The more you continued your training seriously and successfully, the more your senpai would please you. And he was certainly good at it too. Most of the time, you left the training grounds jelly-legged, dazed and just dripping with his seed. Uzui made the excuse that he had to fill you with his seed to protect you, and to let everyone know who you belong to.

None of the other Hashira asked any questions, but they all knew what was going on anyway. It was Tomioka who made a comment at first, and he once had to help you to your room when you were so disoriented from the rough fucking you just experienced. He knew something was off, but he couldn’t tell what was going on when you and your senpai got any time together alone.

And now that everyone else knows, Uzui is angry with you. He never really wanted the other Hashira to know he was using sex to motivate you. It had been such a dirty little secret for him to fuck you whenever convenient, but now that everyone knows, it’s just not as thrilling. He knows he’s still going to fuck you, but today you’re going to pay for it dearly.

After a round of sparring, Uzui commands you to go take a bath and then wait for him in your bedroom. You know exactly what that means, and you don’t want to find out what his wrath might be like today. So you scamper out of his view and grasp, and you make your way to the bathroom.

While soaking in the warm water, you do well to groom yourself. Uzui always wants you prim and proper. You know better than to go against his preferences, so you groom your pubic hair into a little heart just for him. After the bath, you slather on his favorite moisturizer to be soft for him. Then you spritz some of that perfume you know he’s crazy about.

Uzui settles on your bed, and when you come back into the room, he grins at your appearance. You’re wearing just a soft cotton nightgown, and it looks so good just hanging off your body like that. He pats his thigh and you scurry over to him. He helps you onto his thigh, and your whole body reacts to the sensation of him touching you.

“You know, kitten,” Uzui begins before leaning in to kiss your lips, “I’m not very impressed with you.”

You swallow hard, “I didn’t mean for this to happen, Tengen-sama.”

Uzui chuckles darkly, and he cups your chin. He tilts your face so you can look deeply into his eyes, and you’re rendered speechless. There’s a dark look of lust in his eyes, and you can tell he’s going to punish you in ways you probably don’t want to fathom.

“You can make it up to me,”

Your eyes widen, “How? Tell me, and I’ll do it.”

Another chuckle erupts from his mouth. He loves how eager you are. You just have no idea what kind of cruel punishment he might have in store for you. You just want to please your senpai, and that makes him so hard.

So he spreads your legs and sets you on his thigh. His strong hands push and pull your hips in a steady pace, and the friction of your bare clit on his pants make you moan. The more he moves you around and guides you to move, the wetter you get. It’s all starting to come together now.

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh. Do you understand me, kitten?”

You’re begging him to reconsider. You need much more than just riding his thigh for stimulation, but you don’t have much choice. He lets go of your hips, and you whine from him stopping the actions of pushing and pulling to ride his thigh.

“You’re a big girl, you can do it by yourself.”

[seungbinbin]

just like magic - h.h.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

wc: 992

genre: fluff (?), if i'm honest idk what this is!

warnings: swearing, weird plot bc i dreamt this, no editing (if i missed any actual warnings let me know)

note: ok hear me out i know this very unserious and a bit crazy but i quite literally dreamt this and i thought it was so funny and a little cute so i decided to just write it lmfao i hope it’s enjoyable to read !

synopsis: it's always shocking to wake up next to someone you don't remember falling asleep with

you had no idea how this had happened.

maybe it had been that obscure manifestation tutorial you had followed that worked a little too well. or maybe a witch had cast a spell after she sensed how unkind the dating scene had been to you. perhaps it was that wish you made while throwing a coin into the weird little fountain at the mall – the water did look like it was glowing in an odd way that night. you didn’t know but, whatever it was, it had made a man appear in your bed.

you had woken up expecting to start your normal sunday morning routine: wake up, flip over, and keep sleeping until noon. but something was off. your pillow was not the soft, fluffy, pink cushion that you were used to. it was hard, and warm…and breathing. your eyes shot open, all desire to sleep in immediately leaving your system.

there was a shirtless man in your bed!

the shock had rendered you silent, leaving you laying there with wide eyes and panicky. who was he? he could kill you! what was he doing in your bed? why was he hogging the blanket? why was he the most beautiful man you had ever seen-

for the love of god, you needed to stop drooling over the intruder in your home!

snapping out of it, you tried to come up with a plan. one that wouldn’t get you killed by the sexy, beautiful man with a perfectly toned body- STOP! by the scary, not perfect and exactly your type, possible murderer in your bed! you needed to call the police. carefully extending your arm to not wake the man beside you, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table. unfortunately, it was dead. out of all the nights, you just had to choose the night before to forget to plug in your phone.

okay, plan b. maybe you could sneak off to the kitchen and grab a frying pan to attack him rapunzel style. making sure he was fast asleep, you slowly but surely started rolling off the mattress.

“baby…” he mumbled softly, stirring once he felt you move. “don’t go.”

his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body. he was now spooning you, and you were a hundred times more confused and shocked than before.

baby? BABY?! he was calling you pet names. you didn’t even know his real name! who the fuck was this person? you wanted to kick and scream. that was the logical thing to do, but there was something stopping you. maybe your brain was still foggy with sleep, or maybe it was the fact that he was just so, so beautiful. how does someone this perfect just appear in your bed?

actually, how the fuck had he gotten into your house? you needed to change the locks and hide your spare key much, much better. you hadn’t heard him come in either, which was surprising, since the entrance to your house had the squeakiest door known to man. nothing was making sense! you attempted to get out of bed again, but the man held you tighter.

“five more minutes? please, [y/n].”

[y/n]? baby was one thing, but your actual name?

“how do you know my name?” you asked, finally letting your panic show. no amount of beauty could keep you from freaking out about an absolute stranger knowing your name.

“[y/n], i’m too tired for this.” he whined as you stood up from your bed.

“i’m serious!” you plugged in your phone then grabbed the first thing within your reach, which was a bottle of dry shampoo, you assumed a fighting stance. “how do you know my name? how did you even get in here?!”

“i have a key? babe-”

“you stole my key?!”

“no, you gave it to me.” he opened his eyes, laying on his side to face you. “we live together. i don’t understand what’s happening, are you okay?”

“who are you?”

“[y/n], this isn’t funny!” he huffed, propping himself up on his elbow so you could properly see his sleepy, perfect, frowning face. “we’re dating! we’ve been together for months, and i don’t like this joke!”

“i’m not trying to be funny! i don’t know you!”

“oh my god!” he flopped back down into the bed, hands pushing back his dark hair in frustration. “you know my name is hyunjin, we’re literally in love.”

“what the fuck-”

your phone turned on with a ding!, distracting you from what you were saying. you saw your lock screen picture and gasped.

it was a photobooth strip of you and the man, hyunjin. smiling, giggling, kissing. you looked at the framed picture sitting in your nightstand; you and hyunjin at the beach, holding hands. paying close attention to your room decor, you could see polaroid pictures of him painting, laughing, kissing your cheeks, meeting your family. you could see his clothes in your half opened closet, and his cologne sitting on your vanity. you had never seen any of these things before that morning, but somehow they all looked like they belonged there. they looked natural; him being in your life seemed natural.

you looked at his face again, his brows furrowed in confusion, pouty lips sticking out in a mix of frustration and annoyance. the more you looked at his face, the more familiar he seemed.

“i-...okay?” you dropped the dry shampoo, approaching the bed slowly.

“now can you stop whatever you’re doing and sleep some more? you’re clearly delirious and lacking sleep.”

you frowned, taken aback. “hey! it’s not my fault you just appeared in my house!”

hyunjin rolled his eyes and chuckled, patting the spot next to him. “just come back to bed!”

you had no idea how this had happened but, apparently, you had a boyfriend, a committed relationship, and a new roommate. and somehow you were okay with it.