#drawing the same face multiple times from different angles is Hard

[thewormdraws]

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[wewerebornsextuplets]

idk how but you draw in the Oso-san style so good i need to know your secret please

HAHA thank you very much!! im glad you think so :D unfortunately im not very good at explaining how i work, but ill try my best to show what i mean!!

once again this is long as hell. you know the drill at this point

to be honest, half the battle i fight with drawing in the osmt style is just. Looking at it. the ososan art style actually fluctuates pretty wildly depending on what you're looking for, whether that be the mobile games (for instance, tabimatsu and hesowars look nothing alike in terms of style despite both being the same source material), official art and merch, or even the seasons of the show itself!

using ichi as my example here since i draw him the most, but its pretty easy to play spot the difference with the varying styles. even within a specific season you can do this across episodes, especially with season 1!

when i draw, i tend to be a bit sacrilege and use references across different media; usually ill use the show [especially season 2, if only because its a bit more "uniform"] as reference for the actual features and colors/poses/etc, but i like to use hesowars to reference proportions, since they seem to be most consistent there.

SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO NOTE: theres a WEALTH of fanartists that have styles that are INCREDIBLY similar to the show, so be careful to check your sources! these artists deserve credit for their hard work, which they often don't get since their work is reposted under the guise of being official art.

once you've pinned down the exact style you'd like to emulate, and the character you're looking to draw, its really just a matter of finding references, which is pretty easy! you can scrub through different episodes for good angles/shots, or if you're going for one of the game styles the AU wiki has most of the games catalogued to my knowledge. if you're looking to draw an oc, use characters you think they would look similar to in the show. if you really wanna waste your time, though, you can always scrub through crowd scenes in the show to see if any background characters might look like what you're going for; the season 3 episode Mt. Takao comes to mind, there were a lot of cute mob characters there.

using keiko as my example here, you can see that i pulled her features from multiple different characters to get her to look right in the style. with ocs, its important to reference a number of different characters, since the likelihood of a background character being a 1:1 for your little guy is unfortunately pretty low. there WILL, however, be a lot of characters that look KIND of like them. the key is to figure out what parts go where!

to this point, most prominent ososan women have very similar stock anime girl faces with very minor differences, so if youre looking to make a cute girl oc, most of the womens' faces can be used somewhat interchangeably. if you want your cute girl oc to have a more unique face, though, the movie gave us some women with more unique faces in the form of the NEETs' old classmates! theres also no harm in referencing male characters faces in this regard. #butchswag #kiruminikuya

BUT. going back to the assumption that you're drawing a canon character, today I'll be drawing oso for my example

when you're first getting a feel for the style, tracing some of your references can actually be a really great way to acclimate yourself to the characters proportions and features. think of like when you were a kid, and would trace over pictures of pokemon or cartoon characters so you could draw them better. its basically the same principle! this was especially helpful for me when it came to eyes; they vary the most wildly of any other trait that characters have in ososan, so going over the different shapes to get a feel for each of them was very important.

when you trace, though, I recommend doing so a bit more loosely, sort of like if you're doing a photo study for anatomy; block out the basic shapes and do small markers for different features (i.e small lines to denote where the eyes start and and, distance from nose to mouth, things like that), and from there draw the rest on your own.

after long enough you'll get a feel for the basic placement of where everything should go! the eyes and nose are undoubtedly the hardest when it comes to the sextuplets, since they shift around a LOT between games/seasons/etc. so don't feel bad if you have a hard time with that, since there isnt really a "right" answer with how frequently it changes. i still fuck it up all the time myself!

as for some basic tips, heres some stuff i try to keep in mind when drawing them that just helps the finished product look a bit nicer!

when drawing the hair + fringe line, its important to swoop it downwards a little bit; the flat across look Can work, but if you're not careful you risk showing the tops of their eyes, which is um. ew! ick! nast!

when a matsu is facing forward, their hair will usually tend towards one direction to keep the silhouette. in most screenshots i saw, the bowl cut points left! that said, dont be afraid to point rightwards if its better for your specific drawing!

and lastly: USE THE LIQUIFY TOOL. LIBERALLY. i am not joking when i say this has saved my ass so many times, its hard to get the placement right on the facial features and even harder to get everything to LOOK good, so if its available to you i HIGHLY suggest just squishing everything around with a liquify tool until it looks right. you can always go back and correct the blurry lines. its really a life saver

BUT YEAH! i dont know if this was very helpful but i hope you're at least able to gain something from it :-))

[shapelytimber]

Hiii! Obsessed with ur art style and ur character design skills

Do you have any tips or tricks for depicting different body types and also specifically drawing wrinkles bc it never turns out for me (sad) and I need to draw hot older women

Omg thank you sm ! <3 And if you want some tips, I can give you a lot jfifkd I went to art school for way to long and I'm not one for gatekeeping

For different body types, just practice figure drawing (and learn simplified anatomy) ! Here are some great resources to do it online (because finding real life models when your not in school is hard)

Figure drawing :

Timed figure poses (nude) on ytb / line of action / sketch daily

You can also look at the books "Morpho", tho it's not free

Artistic anatomy :

You can look at books from Paul Richier (tho he was a doctor not an artist so a lot of it is way too detailed, but you can find some very useful drawings) -> general stuff (p53 for a full man, the rest is more specific but you can find some zoom on specific muscles in movement) (also oops sorry all in french), specifically woman's anatomy p65 (tho it's practically the same thing but this ones more wordy so less fun to look at)

Anatomy for sculptors (great 3d models)

And now old people ! Wrinkles can happen in a lot of different circumstances : when showing emotion, depending on the angles of the face, on fatigue, on weight, if your skull is more or less visible...ect...

But if you want to learn how to draw specifically wrinkles that appear with age, there is multiple things to know :

(Very long talk about lines on faces below, I'm sparing you all not interested to have to scrolls through all that fjdkdk)

-wrinkles show in the areas of the face where there is repeated movement that create a fold that, with time, makes a permanent mark.

-when drawing, you should more or less mark them depending on their deepness. For the deeper ones draw with a black line, less deep a colored one and very subtle just using shading (at least that's how I do it in my style). Also ! They are certain lines that are normal to see on faces of every age, but tend to make them appear wayyy older in stylized drawing (especially with lines). For example, I have pretty defined lines going from my nose to the corner of my mouth because I have defined cheekbones. But if I where to draw them as marked as they look irl, I would appear way *way* older than I am. So unless you want to go for realism, go a bit lighter on the ones going from nose to mouth or the crow's feet (unless laughing) for someone under the age of ~50

- Not everyone get the same wrinkles, faces can tell a story ! For example if you choose to accentuate more the ones at the edge of the eyes and corner of the lips, that could mean your character spent a lot of his life smiling and laughing. In contrary, if you accentuate the ones between the eyebrows and around the nose, that means he sneered and scowled often.

And tips specially for senior citizens (after like 60)

- The quality of skin in older people is different ! The skin is thinner and drooping down (interesting detail, that you prob won't use in 2d art but, around 80yo the skin becomes once again a bit more taut and smooth (this is very subtle) before once again degrading further ! Source : my old sculpture teacher- he used to teach in med school, but I can't find a source online so take this with a grain of salt).

So learning the zones of the face where fat accumulates, then making them shift downwards can be a way to show age. They are some people who have very peculiar faces or don't have much fat there (ex Peter Cushing), but in *most* people it's the case, even if it's subtle.

- You can also make the skull more visible : sunken eyes, hollow cheeks... Even if your character isn't particularly thin, it will make them appear older. But obviously the more fat there is, the more subtle it is.

But really the best tips of all : look at old people :) in pictures or irl

Oops this is very long fjfknfk

[puhpandas]

Between The Lines

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Tony thinks that there's something about Freddy and Bonnie that make them seem closer and different than the other Glamrocks. It takes him a while to realize that there isn't on the outside like he thought, and that maybe, he just sees himself and Gregory in them. And that a certain drawing Gregory has given to him might tell him that Gregory had the same idea.

Greg and Ellis had looked like kids in a candy shop when theyd entered the West Arcade for the first time since the Pizzaplex reopened.

Just like all the banners strung about have advertised, theres brand new arcades and games to try out around the place. The place is fuller, not only due to the sheer amount of guests, especially because of the return of Bonnie, but also because of all of the new cabinets taking up space.

Tony had been content just following his friends as they floundered over what game to play first. They had such big smiles on their faces while wandering around... itd been nice seeing them like that. Tony knows Gregory has been having trouble lately. The whole GGY thing takes a toll on him, even after it's been over for months. He's not much different, but... Greg definitely has it worse. Tony's just glad he's loosening up for this.

Even Tony, who hadn't ever really cared for arcade games, can notice just how many new games have been added to the Faz-Cade. Every step brings his attention to a new cabinet here, another one there, all with new themes and art he's never seen before.

Despite how much he likes to be aware of everything around him, he usually can only focus on one thing at a time. His friends voices are only background noise to him while he gazes at all of the new sights in the Faz-Cade. They're saying something about grinding for points and scores, but Tony cant focus when he's just admiring some particularly cool art.

Subconsciously, his body stops along with his friends when they suddenly quit walking to admire some other cabinet. He startles at the change, and goes to open his mouth, a question already on his tongue.

But he never gets it out. His head doesnt turn, and his eyes catch onto a certain arcade game to their right that's angled directly for the cabinet art to be staring right at him.

The bright and contrasting colors of the two characters in the drawing are all he needs to see to recognize them at first glance.

It's a drawing of Freddy and Bonnie; the colors bright and art angled to look dynamic on the curve of the games' outer shape. Its brand new art, Tony's sure of it. Theres been multiple of Bonnie across the Plex so far since he's returned.

He would know.

Freddy and Bonnie... Tony doesnt know why, but he just cant stop looking at the art of them on the cabinet. They're shoulder to shoulder, bodies leaned onto each other and looking at eachother from the corner of their eyes. Not their instruments or who would be the viewer... eachother.

Its like they're in their own little world, Tony thinks. He doesn't know why he thinks that. He's never noticed a difference before. Is there even one? Has there ever been this kind of closeness in promotional art with characters like Roxy and Monty or Chica and Freddy?

Maybe he should get another opinion. He tilts his head, never taking his eyes off of the art on the cabinet over. "Hey, guys? Does this art of Freddy and Bonnie look--"

"Midnight Motorist!" He's cut off mid sentence by Ellis' exclamation. Ellis takes off from his side, and it finally tears Tony's eyes off of the drawing of Freddy and Bonnie. He races to a cabinet a few over and is bouncing in place looking it over. "I cant believe this is one of the new ones they added!"

Gregory is the next to leave his side after that, heading to join Ellis at the cabinet and blabbering on about something himself. But Tony finds it hard to listen when his mind is still stuck on the brand new official Freddy and Bonnie art for some reason.

He shakes it off, leaving it for another time. He knows sometimes his curiosity can take over his brain in the middle of something sometimes. He just... doesn't understand what there is to be curious about this time. It doesn't eat away at him like curiosity does to him every time, though. This time doesnt feel the same.

He shakes it off again, this time shaking his head physically for good measure. Later. He thinks. He leaves the cabinet and joins his friends by Midnight Motorist, and begins to catch their conversation.

"Do you think we can get the first high scores on it?" Greg is asking when Tony gets there. Theres a kind of rare wicked grin on his face. "Just imagine. Setting an example for everyone else before they can even try themselves."

Ellis huffs a laugh, and eyes Tony when he stands beside Greg. "Hey," Ellis grins. "Wanna watch me set the first high score ever on Midnight Motorist?"

Tony smiles, eyeing the completely empty Best Players screen. "Sure."

To Tony's suprise, Gregory let's Ellis play first and waits his turn until he's done. Ellis steps up to the cabinet, and Tony is content watching Ellis get to know the game and his steadily racking points.

The two of them have formed a little huddle around Ellis' shoulder. His shoulder. For some reason, Tony and Gregory arent on each side like they should be. Theyve decided to squish into the left side of the cabinet and watch from there.

Why? Tony's thinking. Theres a weird feeling in his stomach that he cant identify. Why didnt they split up? They're shoulder to shoulder and theyre pressed so close together Tony is hyper aware of Greg's presence.

He feels his voice reverberate through his own arm and it makes Tony's cheeks burn and his thoughts scramble to come up with a reason.

He cant find one, he realizes. The chimes and music of the game in front of him kind of fade into the background while he tries to think about it more. His brain runs at a million miles an hour, and hes half aware of the thoughts in his head and half aware of how his heart is hammering in his chest at the same time.

Its confusing to him why he cares so much. Why this one little simple action has made his thoughts run so wild.

But while searching for why he and Greg are so close instead of far apart, for some reason, in response, his mind conjures up the art of Freddy and Bonnie.

"Yeah!" Greg cheers beside him, and Tony startles slightly, his thoughts coming to an abrupt halt as he comes back down to earth. His voice is right in his ear and Tony doesnt know what the weird feeling in his stomach is. "You got this, Ellis!"

He breathes out, deep but quiet and slow. He tries not to be obvious, but after the past few months, he shouldn't be suprised when Greg somehow notices.

He twists his neck over to look Tony's way, and Tony makes himself look back. Theres concern swimming in Gregory's eyes that Tony's so familiar with from over the past few months. When Tony would be struggling with the GGY incident and Greg would try his hardest to help him.

"Hey," Gregory asks, voice hushed and soft. Despite the loud button presses and the music coming from the cabinet just besides them, Gregory's voice reaches him so clearly. "are you okay?"

Tony doesnt respond immediately. He just stares, and ignores the twinge in his neck from how hes leaning his head back from the proximity. For some reason, he flounders for words.

"Uh, yeah." He says after a second, offering a smile. "I'm, uh, okay, Greg. Don't worry about me."

Gregory doesn't respond immediately, just looking at him a bit longer. Despite the inches of height Tony has on Gregory, his presence just feels bigger. Tony dares to flick his eyes, and deep blue meets gold.

Another moment of silence passes, and it feels like it drags on forever. Then, Greg nods. "Kay." He says, then turns back to the cabinet screen.

And that's that.

The feeling in his stomach doesnt go away, and along with the exchange neither do the thoughts. He tries to focus on Ellis' high score and having a good time with his friends, but he keeps being aware of his arm pressed against Greg's and the way that hes so close to him.

He doesnt know what's going on. He doesn't have anything to think about it that isnt jumbled and incomprehensible, so he tries to leave it for another day. He takes a breath, calming himself and the storm thats going on inside of him that's leaving him wondering and confused, and watches the car move back and forth on the road on the screen in front of him.

During it all, flashes of blue and orange keep appearing in his minds eye.

-

If theres one thing Tony had missed since getting Gregory back, its seeing Greg enjoy his art.

He'd never taken it too seriously, just drawn the Glamrocks and himself and his friends a few times, and always just for fun. But that's the point, isnt it? Tony... Tony may take his writing seriously, but that doesnt mean Greg would have to take his art seriously. That's something Tony's learned the past few months.

That you should appreciate chilling and having fun while it happens. GGY wasnt something easy to come back from. It wasnt easy to have seemingly recovered very fast from his attack and gone back to school while still grappling with what happened. Especially after it'd only taken a day or two for the real Greg to show up at his house and tell him what really happened.

The point is, Greg hasnt really touched a pencil and paper in a while. At least... not that Tony's seen.

He understands. He really does. Even Tony hadn't touched writing for a little while after... everything happened. He needed time to process everything, and writing was just never something he'd wanted to do, despite it being something he has fun with.

Greg just needed time, is all. But even Tony couldnt stay away from writing forever. He's picked it back up relatively recently. He just wishes Gregory would do.

Which is why when he goes over to Greg's house; a small apartment where he lives with Vanessa, Tony immediately is drawn to the sight of colorful paper and pencils on Greg's desk.

And on one page, two very distinct colorful characters standing next to eachother peeking under a couple other papers.

"You're drawing again." Tony says with a smile when he walks over to Greg's desk.

Gregory doesnt respond respond right away. It gives more time to Tony to just admire some of the newest art Greg's drawn obviously recently. Theres some of himself, some of people he knows, like Vanessa and even him and Ellis, one of a girl he doesnt recognize, and lots of Freddy.

But Tony's eyes keep being drawn to the orange and blue peeking out from under the more recent papers, and his right arm twitches, wanting to reach for the paper and pull it out to look at it.

It's a strange urge, one that doesn't feel quite like curiosity but has no other name Tony could put to it. It gets the better of him, and before Greg can utter a word from behind him, Tony reaches out and pulls on the corner to slip it out from under the others.

"Wait!" Greg yells from behind him. It's a little loud, and when Tony turns around, he looks a little sheepish, along with something else Tony doesnt have time to put a finger on. "Uh, which one is that?"

Tony raises a brow, but he let's his eyes fall back on the drawing of Freddy and Bonnie. He holds it out to Greg, trying to smile. "Uh, this one."

Gregory doesnt say anything, just walking up to his side and looking at the drawing himself. Theres an expression Tony cant place on Greg's face, and he cant help but feel like hes maybe done something wrong.

"I'm sorry," Tony blurts out, lowering the drawing. His brows furrow as he turns to look at Gregory. "should I have, uh, should I have not looked at your drawings without asking?"

Immediately, Gregory's shaking his head, waving a hand. "Uh. No. You're fine." He says slowly, and he's glancing at his desk and the corkboard hung above it with old and new drawings hung on it.

"I display them myself. Its..." Greg trails off, looking deep in thought for only a split second before he says, "it's... okay for you to see them."

Tony's quiet for a second, but his heads nodding and hes blinking shortly after. "Okay, good."

"Here." Greg says, coming up to him with a new small smile on his face; usually, all of Greg's smiles are small, so Tony can notice when ones real or not. This one... it's real, but also a little... nervous? Theres an undertone to it that Tony cant place, but any thoughts he could have had about it wash way when Greg's standing next to him again, bringing up the page in his hand he'd held out of sight back in view with a gentle hand. "You can see it."

Tony holds the page like its porcelain glass, his grip gentle and careful. Greg has the other side, and the paper is longways; meaning Greg's pressed against his shoulder again.

It... theres that weird feeling, again. But Tony doesnt really pay it any mind right now. He just admires the drawing Greg's offered him to see and takes in all the details.

In the soft sunlight of Gregory's window, it gives him plenty good view to see the art. Its good. Its really good. Tony knows Greg is a good artist, but... this is better than he thought it would be. Tony takes in the details, the line strokes and the color choices and even the little blocks signature in the corner of the page. He smiles instinctively.

"Its... good." He mumbles, voice quiet, but earnest. The drawing is of Freddy and Bonnie, colors bright and popping like they were on the arcade cabinet back at the Faz-Cade. This reminds him of then, Tony realizes. The drawing is similar, and... it gives him that same feeling. That same wonder if theres something else there between Freddy and Bonnie.

They're standing beside eachother, and the pose isnt as dynamic at the cabinets was. They're facing forward, but looking at eachother. They have one arm on each instrument, but the others that are in-between eachother just... hang limply. It makes Tony's brows furrow. It doesn't fit with the pose Greg was going for.

This whole time, Tony realizes, Greg had been watching his reaction. He suddenly becomes aware of Gregory looking at him and how hes holding the other side of the page and how their shoulders are pressed together. How their hands are hanging limply next to eachother. His fingers twitch and burn, and so does his face.

"You like it?" Greg is asking, and Tony tries to ignore that exact same strange feeling in his stomach he's been having to answer him. His mouth feels heavy and locked shut, and he stammers.

"Ye-Yeah!" He manages, managing to keep looking away from Greg's eyes and at the drawing in front of him. He smiles, and it's real when he says, "Its-- Its great, Greg. Its amazing."

But then Gregory is silent for a second too long, and Tony dares to glance over. It's the exact same time Gregory switches his gaze to the drawing and shifts his body.

Greg takes his hand off of the page, pushing it gently with both towards Tony's chest. Theres a smile that stretches wide across his cheeks when he says, "Its yours."

Immediately, Tony sputters. "What? But--" He gapes. "Yo-You dont have to do that--"

"Its fine." Greg cuts him off, smiling at him. Tony finds himself going quiet and staring. "I... uh... I drew it for you in the first place."

Tony gapes, unfurling the paper from his chest with a gentle grip. He takes another look at it, feeling something warm bloom in his chest. His fingers shake and tremble as he holds the paper in-between his fingers. Just, admiring it again. The orange and blue of Freddy and Bonnie.

"You did?" Tony asks, softer than silk. It's barely above a whisper.

Greg nods in front of him, smile still on his face. It dissolves into a small chuckle. "Dont act so suprised."

Tony shakes his head, whipping his head up. "I'm not!" He says, but his eyes find the drawing again quickly after. It's like hes unable to look away. The drawing... it feels different now, knowing it was made for him. "Its-- its just... really cool, Greg. I love it. I really do."

Gregory goes silent again, this time for longer than a second or two. Tony glances up, and barely catches a blank stare from Greg for a split second, like he'd been thinking about something. It's gone in an instant, and Gregory's smiling at him again, looking at him with yellow-gold eyes that seem to be shining in the light from his window.

"I'm..." He trails off. "I'm glad."

"I'll treasure it." Tony promises, holding the page closer to his face. Theres even highlights in their eyes as they look at eachother in the drawing. "I promise. I wont let anything happen to it, either."

This time, Tony looks up just in time to see Gregory smile softly, and say "I know."

-

Despite Bonnie being Tony's favorite, he's never actually gotten to meet him face to face.

He would be lying if he said he had liked him before his disappearance. It sounds bad, but... Tony hadnt ever cared much for the animatronic characters. It was Bonnie's sudden vanishing that caused Tony to gain interest in Fazbears brand and characters and history and why they would retire him if they meant to. And so abruptly at that.

But... after reading up and seeing all of the history and different iterations of the characters and their merch and art and brand and evolution... he maybe got a little interested.

It goes deeper than a childish interest in the animal characters, though. He... he doesn't know how to explain it. He just feels connected to Bonnie, somehow. It's not like Freddy and Gregory. They... they have something else. But it... it feels like Tony sees more in him than the other glamrock characters. To an extent, Freddy as well. But Freddy has what he has with Gregory, and Tony doesnt feel that connection with him like he does Bonnie.

Which is why he'd been excited when Bonnie had returned in the re-opening. The bowling alley has been flipped and remodeled and the art replaced and updated since hes come back, and the place is pretty packed usually, now. Bonnie performs on his stage sometimes, and will come out and mingle with guests rarely, but Tony's never gotten a chance to talk to him.

Of course, he should have known Gregory wouldnt let it stay that way for long. Not with how he still travels across the Plex behind closed doors sometimes to see the Glamrocks often.

Which is how Greg had gotten Tony into Bonnie's greenroom in-between his schedule later in the day, when not a lot of people are at Bonnie Bowl.

Of course, Greg had always known, but... his sudden action was definitely influenced by how Tony's been talking about it, recently. How he wants to be able to talk to Bonnie alone one on one. How he's always wanted to.

Its just... Tony's been looking at the drawing Greg made him a lot lately. And it keeps reminding him over and over of how it feels like theres... more to Freddy and Bonnie. Theyve been paired together since the very beginning. It feels like theres something else intangible with them that there isnt with the other characters.

They have history. Theyve always gone together, like yin and yang. Fire and ice. Red and blue.

He's... he's just always felt a connection with Bonnie.

It doesnt feel like meeting a celebrity, when Gregory ushers him with a smile into Bonnie's greenroom and shuts the curtain behind him. He doesnt feel starstruck, or like he wants an autograph. He just wants to talk to Bonnie.

Bonnie's sitting at his mirror when Tony inches in, feeling strangely nervous and anxious and fiddling with the Bonnie keychain on his backpack. Bonnies ear twitches, the one with the earring, and then hes swiveling his chair to face him.

"Ah! You must be Tony, then." Bonnie says with a smile. Tony just stays quiet when Bonnie gets up and heads over to him, his mind running wild with what exactly it is he wants to say. "Yeah, Fred and Greg told me about ya. Said you wanted to meet me. That I'm your favorite?"

Tony nods, meeting Bonnie's eyes. "Yeah, that's right."

"Well then, its nice to meet you, Tony." Bonnie says happily, holding out a hand for Tony to shake. Tony releases the keychain and takes it without another word, shaking it politely.

It's only then that Bonnie quirks a brow at him, his ears drooping a bit. Theres a small stretch of silence where nobody says anything, and Tony feels self conscious, the nerves rising up even more.

Bonnie's kneeling down to be eye level. His ears aren't pointed straight up anymore, they're more relaxed. Bonnie looks at him, looking... concerned? Curious? And he sets a hand on his shoulder.

"Alright, now." Bonnie finally says, and Tony glances back at the curtain, than at Bonnie. Bonnie fixes him with a look that's inviting and warm. "What's on your mind, Striker? I may have just met you, but Greg has told me all about ya. He told me you had questions for me and would be bombarding me with them."

Tony's shoulders droop a little more, and he feels the nerves ebb away ever so slightly when Bonnie is nothing but warm and inviting. Once again, Tony doesnt feel like hes meeting a big star. He feels like hes having a conversation with... someone he looks up to. Someone he came to ask a question.

"But you arent." Bonnie points out, not unkindly. When Tony frowns, Bonnie smiles kindly.

"You dont have to be nervous, Striker." Bonnie tells him, his voice quiet and encouraging. "Theres plenty of kids that come to us to ask us things."

"Things that..." Bonnie trails off. "they just need a little friendly advice for that they may not want to tell anyone else."

He says the end pointedly, just enough emphasis to bring it to Tony's attention. It feels so childish. It really does. It makes Tony bristle to think about, that hes a kid who needs advice, and that Bonnie already knows that. That Bonnie is using tactics he uses on young children on him. But... that's what he came for, didnt he?

It sticks out to him, though. And Tony's aware that Bonnie's tactic worked. 'Things they may not want to tell anyone else.' aka, things that Tony had wondered about in bed and at school and at the Faz-Cade when he'd think about the cabinet art or Gregorys drawing. When... when he'd felt like there was something else.

To Freddy and Bonnie. To what appears on the outside. To what there may be on the inside. To the colors orange and blue.

He opens his mouth, not quite speaking yet, and Bonnie's waiting patiently. Hes looking at him encouragingly, and Tony sighs, letting the words spill out. The big question that he's mulled over for months.

Tony takes one last glance around him, not exactly knowing why but feeling like he needs to. It feels personal, or taboo somehow. Like this needs to be kept under wraps and only for his and Bonnie's ears to hear. He grabs at his keychain again, fidgeting with it.

"Bonnie..." He manages eventually, feelings and thoughts that feel disconnected racing through his mind. The keychain gives his hands something to do, but it doesnt help much with his nerves. "Are you and Freddy... uh..."

He stammers over his words, feeling nerves fry his stomach. This is hard to say, for some reason. It feels scary. Bonnie waits, though. Still ever patient, but his head does tilt in curiosity, a quirk to his brow.

Tony opens his mouth, taking a second to continue. "Well... I just..." He trails off, and Bonnie is still looking at him. Theres a moment where Tony says nothing, and Bonnie just meets his eyes and nods, smiling.

Its okay it feels like he's saying. Tony breathes out again, and pushes past the wall he'd been hitting. "Are you two together?"

Bonnie jerks a bit, barely noticeable, but Tony had been searching for any kind of reaction, small or not. Tony watches how Bonnie's face twists in suprise for a moment, and Tony's eyes widen, his shoulders hitching up.

"I just--" He stammers, and averts his eyes when Bonnie keeps staring at him. "I notice sometimes that your promotional art has you two... uh, closer. Than the others."

Its agonizing, watching Bonnie mull over his words. His eyes twitch and look down, and it's clear he's deep in thought. Tony feels his ears burn. He feels embarrassed. It all feels scary. Why? Why does it feel like he's spilling all his deepest darkest secrets?

Tony watches carefully, holding his breath as Bonnie says nothing. He's taking his time, thinking deeply, and Tony watches Bonnie's eyes flick towards the curtain. The curtain Gregory'd promised him he'd wait for him behind.

They widen, ever so slightly, and Bonnie's eyes then look towards Tony's hands, and the keychain hes flipping between his fingers.

Bonnie stares for just a moment longer, and then he clears his throat a bit, and Tony releases the tightness in his chest when Bonnie finally responds.

"Well, Striker..." Bonnie says, voice hushed and quiet, like he's telling a secret. "Just between you and me, Freddy and I do have something going on that... may not particularly be apart of the brand characterization of us."

Tony's eyes widen. Something shoots through his chest, some sort of burning blooming feeling, and he just stares at Bonnie speechless.

There had been something going on between the lines. There had been. Just like he'd thought. Did... Does that mean that the closeness, the undertones that Tony had felt just had to be between them had been there all along? That he really was right.

But... Bonnie had said that last part with the same emphasis he'd used before, and it only just now clicks.

Tony feels something he cant place. It feels crushing, scary, like... somethings caught up to him. Like he was somehow wrong all along. Wrong about Freddy and Bonnie? Wrong about something he never ever knew why he latched onto in the first place?

"So..." He begins uncertainly, shoulders feeling heavy. He realizes he hasnt blinked this whole time, and releases the tight breath he'd been holding. His eyes flick up to Bonnie's. "The promotional art isn't any different?"

Bonnie's ears droop, and he shakes his head. Tony just looks away.

"No, buddy." Bonnie replies. He shakes him a bit, just enough to get his attention, and Tony makes himself look back at Bonnie.

He looks knowing, somehow. It makes Tony bristle. He looks like he just figured it out. But what is there to figure out? Why is Bonnie looking at him with sympathy?

Bonnie doesnt say something like Tony had been expecting him to, though. He just stands to his full height, herding Tony by his shoulders gently to go down the hallway and stand just at the mouth of the curtain. They dont go through, but stay tucked in the shadows. Tony frowns, confused.

"Might there be a reason why you saw a difference with us in the first place?" Bonnie asks, a whisper. He nudges him, and Tony, despite the confusion and how his question begins to weigh on him, joins him in peering through the gap in the curtain.

Tony's not really sure why Bonnie's brought him over here; it's just Gregory and Freddy on the other side, and Tony cant help but feel a little bit of impatient-ness mix with the confusion inside of him, because Bonnie obviously knows something that Tony doesnt and its killing him.

But any remarks over it he bites down, and he tries to decipher the reasoning himself. There obviously is one, after all.

Tony just watches, looking for whatever Bonnie may be getting at. Gregory's faced half away from the curtain, talking to Freddy about something, and he doesnt notice Tony's observing him. Tony watches Gregory's face; theres a smile that goes as wide as to crinkle the corner of his eyes, and it dissolves into laughter soon after. He looks amused, like the funniest joke in the world was just told, and Freddy laughs heartily next to him.

Theres that weird feeling in his chest that been eating away at him again. The one he always gets around Greg and if he gets to looking at the drawing he gave him. The one of Freddy and Bonnie. Or if he remembers the cabinet art.

Tony just watches. He watches and is aware that Gregory barely ever smiles like that and that it makes his eyes sparkle, and it's like the gold in them shimmers even more. How it curves around his cheeks and even after it dissipates a bit, the contentment is still there. He watches him speak and how it flashes his teeth and his home-cut, shaggy hair kinda falls over his face like a curtain and he has to brush it out of the way with a hand. Theres the scar on his face that travels up his jaw and the sharpness to his eyes and the curve of his nose and--

Oh.

Oh.

He's long let go of the Bonnie keychain by now, but now, it weighs heavy on him. Suddenly he's all too aware of its presence, and Gregory's Freddy backpack that Tony can see on his back through the gap of the curtain.

Flashes of the cabinet art at the Faz-Cade and Gregory's drawing run laps through his mind. It makes sense, now. His mind is so jumbled he cant get a thought through, but he still knows what they're all saying. He feels it.

Freddy and Bonnie, the two always paired together that Tony saw a certain closeness between. Bonnie, who had always been Tony's favorite. Freddy, who is Greg's favorite. Who he draws all the time and has bonded with and who he's connected with.

Tony's always felt connected to Bonnie.

"Oh." Tony says outwardly, barely louder than a whisper. His voice cracks in the middle.

Bonnie tries to squeeze his shoulder, to open his mouth and say something, but Tony gently shoves him off, walking out of his hold and stumbling closer the curtain.

"Im--" He stammers, not knowing what to think. "I'm sorry, Bonnie. I-- thank you for this, but--" He sighs out, and it feels a little wet. He ignores Bonnie's worried expression and pushes open the curtain with one arm. "Ive-- I've got to go."

Bonnie doesn't try to stop him. He doesnt yell for him, ask him to wait, nothing. Tony appreciates it. Maybe that knowing look hed given him means he understands.

"Hey." Greg greets him on the outside, just like he said he would. Hes smiling, Freddy backpack still on his shoulders, but it drops a bit when he sees his face.

"Tony?" He asks, softer and less enthusiastic. "Are you--"

"I'm fine." Tony cuts him off, ignoring the guilt curling in his stomach when he walks past both Greg and Freddy. He needs-- he can't think right now. He doesnt know what to do. "Im-- I'm okay. I uh, just think im gonna go home."

Theres no response for a second until Greg goes "Oh." Its a little flat, and one hundred percent sounds disappointed and worried all in one. The guilt gets worse. "Are you--"

"I'm okay." Tony insists, and the tightness in his chest and rapidness of his thoughts dont go away. Greg doesnt get to ask again, because Tony's almost running away, now.

He can feel Greg and Freddys eyes on his back as he leaves Bonnie Bowl, not knowing how to feel.

-

Tony hasnt told Gregory.

How is he supposed to? He-- he hasnt even processed it himself. He doesnt know what to think or how to feel. He doesnt like not being able to think.

Every time he tries, it all gets jumbled and his brain twists in knots. He doesnt need to think to know. To know what it all meant and that he'd always felt this way. Since he'd gotten to know the real Greg.

That those moments where he and Gregory would be close where he'd have those weird feelings were because he liked him. He still does. He likes him. A lot.

He likes him and he'd-- Tony had always seen more in Bonnie and Freddy because he saw more in him and Gregory. Its always been that way. He's always felt closer to Greg. He's... he's the Freddy to his Bonnie.

The thought makes Tony's brain freeze up again. He blinks, feeling his arms burn from being sprawled out on the bed and holding them up for so long. He groans, long and drawn out, feeling lost.

His stomach does somersaults and his face burns when he looks at the drawing again. He's stared at it a lot already. Not only today, but since he got it. Its felt... special, to him. Now he knows why. That this drawing Greg gifted him always felt like it held something deeper. Something that... only Tony saw. That no one else would.

He grips the paper with his fingers, staring longingly at the art. It feels like hes getting a headache, lying flat on his back and straining his arms just to hold the drawing up in the air. He stares at the pencil lines and the colors and how Freddy and Bonnie's shoulders are pressed together and their hands are still awkwardly limp from where they fall by their waists.

Tony frowns, always feeling off about that part. It never fit in correctly. It never felt intentional. Not like everything about Gregory's art always has. It had always left Tony wondering. Like how he had with the feeling in his stomach and Freddy and Bonnie's official art.

He sighs, his arms drooping slightly from the strain. Today was a school day, and Tony hadn't gone with Greg to his house like he usually does. He's barely talked to him since his exchange with Bonnie. He doesn't want to avoid, him, he just... doesnt know what to say.

He doesnt know if he should tell him. Tony has always felt that he and Greg felt different, but he has no idea if Gregory does. Tony had been wrong about it being intentional in the art at the Plex. He'd created it himself because he saw himself in it. He doesnt want to-- to mess things up with Greg. He doesnt want Gregory to have never felt the same.

His brows furrow and he frowns as he readies himself to leave it for today, like he usually does. He takes a last long look at the drawing, eyeing Freddy and Bonnie's hands again, and how they look forced and awkward, and starts to drop his arms.

It's the afternoon, and the sun is setting and just at the right position to shine through his blinds and onto his bed. The blinds are almost fully shut, but the sun peeks through the cracks, shining on the back of the paper and highlighting the details of the drawing.

Tony wouldnt have paid it any mind if it hadn't revealed something hes never seen, never, about the drawing he's spent so long looking at.

He does a double take. Then a triple. Then some more for good measure. He blinks, and scrambles up on his arms to sit upright so he can see it better.

His eyes widen, and his stomach feels floaty. The same feeling from the cabinet art and when he and Greg will sit close to eachother at lunch and let their shoulders and knees touch or, stand closer to eachother than they should blooms in his stomach.

The sun, shining bright and golden through his window, illuminates the blank paper space adjacent to Freddy and Bonnie's hands in Gregory's drawing. They're bending awkwardly, out of the way, and it gives him room to see the faded lines besides Freddy and Bonnie's hands.

It starts from the wrist and the lines show up even through the marker Greg had used to color their hands with. It fits, Tony thinks, with the pose. With the original pose. This way, it doesnt feel forced or awkward. It looks like how it had intended to be from the start.

Because with the sun shining behind it and showing through the color and pen that had carefully covered it up, Tony sees faded pencil lines that before, had connected Freddy and Bonnie's hands.

His face becomes warm, and he just looks, feeling something blooms in his chest. Hope? Disbelief? Excitement? His brain short circuits and he's only feeling right now. He feels how sparks are flying in his stomach and it feels a little less impossible than before.

I... uh... I drew it for you in the first place.

This is how it had always been intended. For Freddy and Bonnie to be holding hands. Theres nothing else it could have been. It had always been unintentional in the Plex art. Always just created from Tony's own relation. But this... Greg wanted this. He wanted to draw Freddy and Bonnie holding hands and for that closeness to be more than an undertone. More than intangible.

Tony feels breathless. His arms and hands shake, and the paper in front of him shakes along with it. He doesnt care, though. The sun is still illuminating what Greg had intended in his drawing all along, the drawing he made for him, and Tony feels less unsure than before. He feels like maybe he isnt alone in feeling this way at all.

-

The next day, after a long night and day at school, Tony goes with Greg to his house.

The drawing sits heavy in his backpack. unfolded unfolded because he'd never want to crease it and he doesnt want the pencil lines to suddenly disappear, either. He handles it like porcelain glass, like itll slip through his fingers if he let's it go too much.

Even Ellis had noticed him acting weird, and Tony noticed Greg looking at him concerned from the corner of his eye. He knows why. He's been distant lately. But... at school today, Tony hadn't felt afraid of Greg. Of messing things up with him. He'd felt the warmth spread through his face and his stomach and fireworks go off and his face stretch in a grin when he'd seen him the first time that day. And he'd felt it times ten all over again when Greg had smiled back.

He wont lose him. Tony knows this. He'd spend all night and all day mulling it over. Greg feels the same. He'd felt the closeness like I had. He'd.. he erased it. He was scared, like I am now.

It feels different, walking into Greg's room. He hasnt been there in a couple days, but it feels almost similar to when he'd walked into Bonnie's greenroom. He knows now that it had been because he knew, deep down. It felt like he was about to confess something then. He pretty much had, saying that Bonnie and Freddy were together out loud.

It's not as far down, anymore. It's not buried underneath characterization branding and pencil lines and marker strokes and only revealed if the light hits it right. It wont stay under wraps. Not after today.

Tony becomes hyper aware of the bag on his back immediately after the door closes on them. Greg walks into his room first, slinging his bag off of his back and kicking his shoes off and talking about watching something, together, or writing like they always do, but Tony isnt listening. He's just balling up the hem of his green corduroy jacket in his hands and staring at the carpet and thinking about the colors orange and blue.

"Tony?" Greg asks him. Tony startles, looking up at Greg. Hes sitting on the edge of his bed, with concern etched on his face. "Are you okay?"

Tony opens his mouth, but theres no words on his tongue. He stands there silently for a moment, and he thinks about the drawing again. He knows it's time. The sun is peeking through Greg's blinds. His backpack and the knowledge that the drawing is inside and his Bonnie keychain weigh on him.

His eyes flick for a split second to Greg's backpack and his sneakers, and then he clears his throat, his mouth feeling dry. "Greg, can I show you something?"

Gregory tilts his head, looking a little worried. He jerks, patting the bed beside him. "Uh, yeah, of course."

Tony swings his own backpack off of his shoulders as he makes his way next to Gregory, but its gentler. Careful about the easily crinkleable paper inside. Pencil lines that have already been attempted to be erased.

It only fully sets in when he sits down next to Gregory on the bed, and he chose to sit close enough that their arms are flush against eachother and Tony's face gets warm. He doesnt fight it. He just unzips his backpack and carefully reaches in, grabbing ahold of the corner with light fingers.

He pulls it out, and Gregory looks suprised next to him, if not also a little but confused. Tony's face is still warm, and his fingers shake and tremble, and he turns his neck to face Gregory.

They're really close like this, and Tony's eyes widen and he has to fight to not look away. His heart hammers a hundred miles an hour in his chest, but he keeps his gaze on Greg's eyes. Gold meets blue, and they stay staring at eachother. Tony hopes deeply that Gregory gets the hint. That he understands.

Nothing, yet. Not a peep. Just a silent moment. Theres closeness now, Tony thinks. Closeness that feels carefully not one sided. That feels mutual. So after another moment, he forces himself to look away, pointing the paper at the wall and smoothing out the corners. Gregory follows his movements, still having not made a sound.

Tony doesnt, either. He just holds the paper up to the window on Greg's wall, or rather the beams of golden light shining through it, and just like how it did in Tony's room, it illuminates the pencil lines around the white of the paper.

Lines that had been hidden. That are being revealed now, brought to the surface because Gregory didnt have to be afraid. Becuase its mutual. It feels less like it was erased, now, and more like it was drawn in invisible ink. Blank to the naked eye, but the two of them know. Greg knows, he has to. He hid it himself. And Tony... well, Tony wasnt crazy for feeling that there was something between the lines all this time, has he? Not when there literally have been.

Tony looks at it for a moment, feeling like it's all being brought up to the surface. He feels connected to Gregory, right now. Like this isnt some big reveal. That its just an acknowledging of feelings. I know. Tony's trying to say. I always have, and now I know that you did, too.

He moves his gaze to Greg, who's staring wide eyed but almost blank faced at the paper. His lips are parted slightly, but other than that, he just looks... shocked. Suprised.

Scared

Tony's scared, too. But not in the way Greg is. Tony's nervous, and afraid, and excited, but Greg doesnt know if Tony knows. If he thinks the closeness is mutual.

He does.

He takes the leap, fire in his chest and on his face and sparks flying from where Greg's shoulder is pressed against his. "Maybe..." He begins, slow and quiet. He looks at Greg, meeting his eyes, and he points a finger at the lines that originally portrayed hands laced together. "...Bonnie and Freddy would like to hold hands. You know, like... in the promotional art".

Theres a fleeting moment of silence where Tony's words just hang in the air. Like in the promotional art, because Tony knows Gregory noticed, too. He knows he felt the same connection Tony had. He knows that he knows. He sets the paper down in his lap, no longer feeling like its needed. His hand lies on his leg, carefully positioned in-between them, like Greg's is.

Then, Greg stops looking so scared, and he meets Tony's eyes. The sun from his window makes them shine like gold, and Tony keeps ahold of his gaze. He hopes desperately that those few words were enough, that a moment like this that cant be shattered by big declarations gets across.

But then, Greg breaks from his eyes first, looking downwards, and Tony follows his gaze.

"Like in the promotional art." Gregory agrees. Tony watches as Gregorys hand twitches, and no matter how slow or agonizing, it moves to lace together with Tonys.

Tony doesnt dare smile, or laugh, or make a peep. He doesnt dare shatter the moment. His chest blooms and explodes with sparks and fireworks, and he knows. He knows that its requited. That Gregory knows, as well. That orange and blue go good together and that he was never wrong about there being something else there.

His head whips up from their hands to look at Greg's face again, and Gregory is looking at him already. Theres red on his face, too, like Tony knows there is on his own. Tony dares to use his thumb to brush against Greg's hand, and Gregory's eyes dart downwards for just a moment, before meeting his again.

Then, without a word, Greg smiles slowly. It's big and it stretches across his cheeks and crinkles his eyes at the corners. And Tony let's a grin appear on his own face.

The drawing sits in his lap, and a ray of sunshine continues to showcase the faded indents of pencil drawing laced together hands. Tony squeezes once, then twice, and shifts his hold to be tighter and more secure. Greg does the same.

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[adelphenium]

art related question !!

how did u get so good at capturing faces and such ... i often have such a hard time getting my drawings to look like someone and their likeness . do you have any tips or anything ?

hii hello ty for the ask!! honestly i can't really offer much in the way of advice beyond suggesting lots n lots of practice, which i know is what everyone says... but i find it's true :") i have a few thoughts below as well!

i think drawing lots of diverse face shapes + features kinda helps you to recognize patterns over time and decide what to emphasize to make someone's face look more distinctive.

mainly, i think less is more!

to use a basketball example (just bc that's what's been on my mind lately):

russell westbrook (top) has lots of really unique facial features (square face, deep-set eyes, strong nasal wings, mole, small ears, wide mouth, etc.) but i find that actually makes him hard to capture. on the other hand, to me, kevin durant's (below) most noteworthy features are his wide nose and semi-hooded (?) eyes.

for a hockey example, i would say the same about linus ullmark (crinkly eyes, soft chin, thin nose bridge, small mouth + thin lips) and jeremy swayman (sparkly eyes, wide/prominent nose) respectively. i personally have a harder time drawing ully than sway!

it's also helpful to look at multiple reference pics from various angles to see how these differences play out.

these are just my personal thoughts -- i don't know if the way i latch onto certain characteristics is actually ~accurate~, and i also take some issue with what i conceive of as "natural" or conventionally attractive features as the baseline to more unique ones. i try not to lean too much into caricature territory, but it's a hard line to ride.

overall, though, the whole point of cartoony art is to simplify and focus on a few key points! it's subjective but i think that's all part of balancing your own style with portraying people in a way that's recognizably Them.

i always feel a bit out of my depth about giving out art tips but i hope this helps a little! <3

[oc-cityworld]

Detailed guidelines/suggestions post

Hey there! I shop for a lot of ocs to draw on art fight, but you're more than welcome and encouraged to shoot a request in my inbox-- I just make no guarantees I'll get to it.

You can truly freeball it and shoot reqs into my inbox like a medieval catapult on fire, but very optionally if you're curious, I wrote some in depth outlines for what makes it easier on me!

1.Submissions

Exact vehicle of submissions, ideally, is a message in my askbox with a link to a social media post, art fight page, toyhouse, or other page with pics of your oc in one easy place with a text description of more info like their name etc

Second-best preferred is using the submission function to deliver the same thing (several images + text details). No minimum or maximum, if you only have one reference thats totally fine!! But the more you tell/show me, the more i can appreciate them <3

There’s no wrong way to do it! The listed above are just what I prefer, but as long as I have access to at least one good reference, we’re all set 👍

1.Visuals

Of course, full bodies help the most. If you have an all angles reference sheet, it's great to include it. References of their visual world like scenery, magic or tech VFX, visual language... The more rich your references, the more material for me to latch onto and likely more excited I get abt it! I really love character work in my illustration, IE showing their personality through face and body language, so the more you tell me about who they are, the better. Pinterest boards make me go absolutely nutso and greatly multiply the chances I'll want to draw it! :D

Conversely, the less specific you are with the actual content of your request, the more likely I'll draw it. If you dump a rich library of references with no spef requests, I'll get to interpret it the way I have the most fun with! Yay! You can get specific (ex., 'please draw these two OCs studying together at the National Library of Congress') but it may make it harder for me to get to if it's out of my usual range.

Here's an example of an absolutely enticing request that got all my creative gears turning for a fully rendered piece! Note it has a variety of references, some backstory, and a couple alternate medias like a playlist and a pinboard. (This is above and beyond though, and not at all required!)

2. Limits

I won't draw NSFW or extreme body horror/gore (some light horror/injury is cool, though) so please refrain from putting those in my inbox as well. I'm ok with mechas (tho tend to interpret them liberally)

There's no hard max character limit, but to be level with you the odds I draw a req diminish greatly above 2, and go to near-zero at 3 or 4 chars.

3. Disclaimer

Also, on the subject of limits, this is your reminder that a request does not guarantee I draw it. I started this blog because I really like drawing OCs, but its still true that not everything strikes my inspiration. Not at all a reflection of your lovely amazing characters, but more of the fact I have specific taste, like anyone else! I will not be going through every req in chronological order. I may draw one from a long time ago, and then one from today. I may stop doing requests for a bit and just pull from Art Fight bookmarks that inspire me. Please don't resubmit the same req/char, but feel free to submit multiple different chars!

[sleepy-bunbun-ace]

been thinking about card ideas for twst but i can't draw that well so text versions instead. a twst event based on yuu's (the technical yuusona) life from before nrc. a little yuu based event with them, riddle, and one other as the ssr cards.

riddle's is quite simple in terms of an untrained (idk what regular cards before groovy are called in twst) card. for context as for what's depicted in the card, riddle has been trying to break away from some habits instilled in her by her mother. some of which include her unhealthy studying habits. as a way to help, yuu gave her some reading material unrelated to her studies to distract herself with as a way to reset her brain.

riddle would be depicted sitting on her bed with a book in her hands. she's in more comfortable clothes with her hair tied back into two buns. more books related to the same topic as the one she's reading are strewn about with some open and some closed. there are drawings depicted on the books that are hard to see due to the dusk light entering through her windows. her face would have a very focused look to it. in the corner of the card is her desk with all of her studying materials laying abandoned.

yuu's card is much more related to the theme of the event. it would have yuu facing the camera with her back. his face would be turned to the side where his expression is serious and concentrated. the location seems to be in some type of base or lab. on the walls are holograms showing pictures of what is depicted in the drawings from riddle's card: kaiju and aliens. information about each respective kaiju and alien are beside them but impossible to read. yuu is looking over at their phone in their hand. they wear a uniform which has a jacket with a group name written on the back, some matching pants, and black combat boots. in front of them is a table with multiple things such as books, papers, and weapons scattered about. besides her on the table is a helmet ready to be worn at all times.

the last person isn't an oc but rather a different depiction of a character who's franchise is related to the theming of the card. the camera angle is similar to the one from rui's card in an's last focus event. his brown hair is tied into a low ponytail, leaving his face unobscured. his ears pointed but drooping and have naturally red tips. he has horns protruding from his head that are the same color as the tips of his ears with silver accents mimicking flames. his hands are uncovered, leaving his red with gold accents hands visible.

hibino mirai's expression is deathly serious compared to his usual relaxed and happy expression. he's holding a laser gun steadily in his hands, as though he's done it before. the background shows a practice range where the silhouettes of others are in the background. he wears the same uniform as yuu does, showing the front part instead. over his eyes are goggles to keep track of what's going on. around his neck is a locket.

[weisserose-comic]

✨Meet The Characters - Weisse Rose✨

Martin Hagen

Oh, it all started with him, Marty my beloved 🖤 so a few of his ~important~ character sheet things below, and later I'll list some personality traits/characteristics!

This is the first study I did of him in full color, with decent linework and a ~final~ design!

Age: around late 28

Height: 1.75 (5'7)

Astrological Sign: Chaotic Sagittarius

Languages: Russian, German, English

Heavenly Virtue: Undeniably loyal, wants to see the people he loves happy

Hellish sin: People pleaser, has a hard time saying no and establishing boundaries - is made a mop by most people because of this

Current Occupation: Pâtissier Assistant and sometimes a Chef Assistant at the same high-end Hotel his friend Diana works at

Now, a little list of things I wrote down when first thinking about his character that have remained to this very day which is quite a rare thing tbh

Looks like Diana out of coincidence, but his hair is more pale blond and has tanner skin (compared to hers)

That Billy Idol hairstyle

A good hearted punk :)

There you go, now I'm picturing him as Nero (Devil May Cry)

STING STYLE

Has strong opinions but avoids conflicts

You know, "a gentleman will walk but never run" - will walk away from fights but if the situation calls for it, will fistfight with grace and burning anger (I can't run away from Sting)

Very chill and friendly vibe

But also "don't mess with said vibe or I'll fucking kill you :)"

Noisy. Gets easily evicted - that's how the story begins

Super skilled guitarist but enjoys a more practical, grounded and simple approach

What works, works. He won't argue and he doesn't want to make his life difficult

Just wants to vibe with his music

Connects easily with people

Very friendly and chatty - can and will talk with the first animated object in his line of sight

Heart of gold, must be protected at all costs

Has neglectful parents who never really cared about him

He tried his utmost best to impress them, but it never worked

Hence why he became such a huge people pleaser

And that's it for Marty... For now. We'll get to know him better in the comic ;)

He ended up being that precious little character I got super attached to and didn't even see it coming. These little illustrations were my first try at presenting a character, exploring different angles, poses and how to show personality through simple and subtle things - I still have to get better at drawing the same face in multiple angles, but the best way to learn is by doing it!

Face consistency/likeness is a bitch to be honest, but hey, at least you know all the art here is human made then, not AI hahahahaha

[chloeunit6]

Rural Japan Train

Here I drew a Japanese rural traditional train. I found it hard to draw at first as it had movement with a curve as it goes round the rail. I started off by drawing the front of the train facing towards me and then I started to make the train look like it was turning I tried making panels to start making the effect of the train turning the corner. It was challenging but I think I had the angle right after a few attempts to adjust it's shape. I kept it in proportion with a ruler to keep it looking the same through all the train. It was my first attempt at drawing a moving train but it looks like it's turning but still a bit messy in my opinion. I thought about the media and the colours it had quite a range of colours but I found it was best to blend multiple colours to recreate the train. It consisted of green, turquoise, pink, yellow, peach, white and grey. I started with a mixture of watercolour and my pens as I tried blending with the watercolour and making highlights in the pen. As it started to dry I went back over my drawing with coloured pencils to keep with the realism drawing effect. It did take time and I was questioning if it look nice or messy. In the end I had a few mistakes with applying the wrong colour so I tried fixing it but it has not been successful as it has rubbed my paper leaving a bumpy texture. However I did not want to keep applying media over my work as I did not want to soak all the paper. I even tried to use a tea stain to see if that would hive me the peach colour for the side of the train. I think if I tried again I would have focused on one train carriage and used different medias from each carriage to see which media worked best for the colours. I finished off by outlining my train and adding the details of the window wipers and the train fastening. I shall keep practicing with my medias and trying new techniques to experiment with my media for my fashion illustrations after my designs later in my project.

[shoomlah]

how do you consistently draw the same character without it looking weird or off every different time?? also how do i coordinate faces, i always make the eyes too far apart or too big or too small or make the mouth too close to the nose or chin edge. If you have any advice I'd really appreciate it since it looks like you have your art shit figured out 🙏

Oh man SO so much of it is just practice, and you're not alone! I honestly think everyone struggles with a sort of "generification" of their characters' features the more they draw them, even seasoned professionals. There's a tendency to just sort of average everything out into an unrecognizable mush over time, and it takes a lot of conscious effort to push back against that.

Here are a couple tips and tricks that I've found to be helpful over the years:

Make turnarounds and model sheets. There's a reason animation/game studios do this, and it is because we are all still bad at drawing a consistent face. Despite being gainfully employed. What are we, graphic novelists?? We wish. Anyway it's a great way to familiarize yourself with your character's face from multiple angles, and it gives you a single source of truth to return to anytime you need a refresher:

Gather real-life reference. Anytime I'm designing a character I'm pulling together a ton of reference of actual people who look, to some degree, like the character in my head. It's always a collection of analogues, never just a single person, but it can be a great cheat sheet for understanding how your character might move, emote, etc:

Make a 3D model. I know it seems daunting, but with the advent of programs like Blender and Nomad Sculpt it's becoming remarkably more accessible. Heck, even James Gurney was sculpting maquettes out of clay for Dinotopia back in the day! It doesn't have to be particularly detailed—just a sort of proportionate lump will do—but it's another great way to have dynamic reference that you can rotate and light accordingly:

Practice, practice, practice. Make expression sheets for your character! Either right there on the spot, just start drawin' expressions, or you can slowly collect drawings of your character that you like, as you draw them, and compile them all in one place for your own reference. Need to draw your character's head from a weird angle? Maybe you've already drawn it before and you can copy your own homework! Doesn't count as stealing when the call's coming from inside the house 😎

I'd love to pretend there's a magical point where you can just immediately rotate your character's head in your brain like some sort of photorealistic apple in a twitter meme, but a lot of the time it's reference, hard work, and whole lotta repetition. 😐👍🏼

[emilypearsonart]

Character Design Tips and Advice

So I made a thread on Twitter last week about character design, and a lot of people seemed to find it helpful, so if it’s at all helpful here too I’m going to try and replicate it. 

If you’re a character designer and want to add your own advice on top of this, PLEASE feel free, this is just basics. 

I’m going to use my own art for this. 

First off, it's preferable if poses are in 3/4 view, even for the back view. This gives as much information as possible, you tend to see as much of a figure as possible. 

Front-views tend to show none of the sides, so if you want to do that, a side and/or backview is usually necessary. 

Usually it's best to keep to 3 colors. One of them usually being an accent color. This doesn’t include hair/skin/eye color unless they’re an unnatural tone. 

This first image is before I learned this rule, and the colors were very busy. 

The second here is after limiting the colors.  You can have multiple values of the same color(light blue and dark blue only count as 1) but it’s best to not have them shift in hue.

Think of the characters as having a triangle, square, and circle hierarchy. Every concept is made of these shapes. Triangles are usually associated with evil, edgy or dangerous characters. Circle with soft or friendly characters, square with strong sturdy characters.

Usually one design will have a majority of two shapes so it can look like 80% circle, 20% square OR 60% triangle, 40% square etc. For example, this character is maybe 80% circle, 20% square, gives off a friendly and sturdy feeling.

You can also use these shapes to move your eye to a focal point in a concept(dryad girl) here I had a lot of triangle shapes pointing down to draw your eye through the design and give it unity!

Going off that, using focal points using contrast in color, detail density, textures can help a lot too. This character is extremely busy and noisy, your eye has a hard time resting anywhere.

This one, the detail is mostly on the face and chest, and since the accent color is also there, your eyes are drawn to those spots.

Focus on the silhouette. Is your character recognizable or unique in their silhouette alone? Think of games like Overwatch, League of Legends, Apex how all those characters are recognizable just from their silhouettes. 

Depending on the tone/client sometimes more grounded, realistic character designs are preferable. Games like Last of Us, Uncharted, Tomb Raider all have great designs, but focus more on realism and storytelling over heroics.

Overall think of character design as something that provides information. It's less about making a drawing that's super detailed or with interesting lighting, but it's about making a reference for someone else(or yourself!) 

Think of what this will be used for. If it’s for a 3D modeler, what information will they need to understand the design for multiple angles, what details need to be clarified? 

If it’s for comics, what are touchstones you can use to make this character stand out and be recognized in every panel? How can you simplify it to be drawn 100 different times? 

Have fun!

[alienguts]

Spectacular (Ash Williams x f!Reader)

Summary: Y/N needs glasses and wants Ash to help her pick some out.

Warnings: fluff, friendly teasing

Request?: No

A/N: This one goes out to my glasses wearing babes out there. I am not one which is a shame because I look good in glasses. Also, I know that it takes much longer for prescription lenses to come in but this is a magical fictional opticians where they have things instantly.

Ash had spent fifteen minutes twiddling his thumbs in the optometrist waiting room, watching the rerun game show on the world’s smallest television set. He’d told Y/N multiple times that she didn’t need him to accompany her to her eye test, but she’d insisted so much that he eventually caved. He didn’t know anything about eyes except what it felt like to stand on one, and that was something he wished he didn’t know.

Eventually, Y/N came out of the exam room, the eye doctor in tow and a piece of paper in her hand. He looked up as he heard them come in and saw how her lips were pursed into a hard line.

“What’s going on?” he asked, looking between Y/N and the doctor.

“I need glasses,” she said. 

Is that it? Ash thought as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, ignoring the doctor.

“Hey, it’s not the end of the world, honey,” he soothed. “I bet you’ll look cute in glasses.”

“I’m not worried about that, Ash,” Y/N said as she shrugged his arm off of her. “It’s how much they’re gonna cost. I don’t exactly have all the money in the world.”

“Oh. Well, we’ll figure something out.”

The doctor cleared his throat briefly, drawing their attention back to him.

“If you’ll both follow me, we’ll try some frames out.”

Ash had expected to spend another fifteen minutes twiddling his thumbs while Y/N tried on glasses, but it turned out that he was quite keen to help her find a good frame.

“What about these?” he asked as he held up a thin framed pair with perfectly round lenses. Y/N immediately scrunched her nose at them.

“Nah, I’d look like John Lennon in those,” she said but still took them from him. She placed the glasses on her face and took one look in the mirror before turning back to Ash. 

“See?” she said. “They’re too Lennon for me.”

“I dunno, I think you look cute in them,” Ash said. 

Y/N immediately turned back to the wall of frames, embarrassed by him complimenting her in a public place. She picked up a pair with square lenses and settled them on her face before turning back to Ash.

“How about these?” 

“Now those are cute,” he said as he took her face in his hands and angled her chin around, as if he was trying to get a good look at her from all angles.

“I like these too,” Y/N said as she tried to suppress a laugh. 

“You look like a cute librarian,” Ash said and let go of her face before kissing her gently. He felt how her face immediately heated up against his and smiled against her lips before drawing away again.

“Okay,” Y/N said, trying to not look so flustered. “These are a definite yes, I just need a spare pair.”

“You mean we gotta keep looking?” Ash whined. “Can’t you just get two of the same?”

“I could, but I want a different pair too,” she said and turned back to the wall to look at the frames again.

Ash let his eyes wander over the display and immediately pulled a random pair off the wall.

“How about these?” he asked and placed them onto his own face.

“Ugh, no,” Y/N bristled. “I’d look like a serial killer in those.”

“I guess they are a little creepy when they’re not sunglasses,” Ash said and put the frames back. “Hey, I’m gonna leave you to it, I gotta use the bathroom.”

“Oh, okay,” Y/N said. “I’ll probably be here a while so don’t rush yourself.”

Ash took his time, as Y/N had said to, coming back to the store just as she was paying. Her back was to him as she took a bag from the assistant, presumably with her new glasses inside. He took quiet steps as he crept up behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She jumped slightly when she noticed him but rested a hand on her wrist as she finished her conversation and thanked the assistant.

“Ready to go?” he asked as she turned round to face him.

He was surprised to see Y/N already wearing her new glasses: a pair with black frames and mid-sized lenses that sat perfectly on her face. They were better than any pair he would have picked for her and just made her cuter.

“Hey, you made a good choice,” he said and gently took hold of her chin to turn her face to different angles. “You suit them.”

“You think so?” Y/N said, her face warming. “I was worried you wouldn’t like them for a second.”

“You kidding?” Ash said as they left the store together. “Nah, you look cute in them.”

Y/N smiled and reached up on her tiptoes to gently kiss him. “Thank you, honey.”

 “You’re welcome, poindexter.”

“Why did I have a feeling you would end up teasing me?” Y/N said with a laugh.

“You just know me so well, baby,” Ash crooned. “I could say other things to you. How about if I said you look like a sexy librarian?”

“I’ll think about that one, just don’t tease too much or you’ll get it.”

"Can't wait," he said and took her hand in his to lead her to the parking lot.

[ahdraftingco]

Chapter Six: The Boutique | Series: What Color Am I?

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

Series Masterlist: Click Here!

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39771066

Rating: Explicit, readers are advised to read the warnings below before proceeding.

Series Warnings (in no particular order): Porn With Plot, Lust at First Sight, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Loss of Virginity, Rough Sex, BDSM, Daddy/Caretaker Kink, LOTS of Oral, Fingerfucking, Play Fighting, Age Gap, Praise Kink, Biting, Spanking, Body Worship, Mentions of Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Voice Kink, Size Difference, References to Depression, Loneliness, Homesickness

Word Count: 9.3k+

A/N: Yay, a new update already! I'm excited for you all to meet the new character in this chapter, who is a very lovely trans woman! ❈

Happy Pride Month, my fellow space daddy enthusiasts! A special shout out to our leading man, Pedro Pascal, and his continuing support of LGBTQ+ rights. What a wonderful man ♡

Also, in case some of you want a visual, the dress you're wearing in this chapter is based off this: reference

A tingly sensation coaxes you awake. You feel hot and bothered for some reason, a familiar feeling already building between your legs. Then, you realize what's going on.

"Din." You say his name lightly into the morning air as you slowly wake up with your back against his chest. He's spooning you. "What are you doing?"

"Hmm?" He pretends like he has no idea that his hand has slipped between your legs, rubbing small circles over your clit. "I'm just resting my hand here."

"If you're going to do that," you lean back against him, feeling how hard he is, "you might as well rest your cock inside of me too."

"Naughty girl. Aren't you sore?" He dips his hand lower, pushing his fingers inside of you, drawing a moan from your lips.

"Not sore enough." You reach back, touching him with your hand. "I want you, please."

Din doesn't answer you. He just goes straight into action. He shifts slightly when he pulls his fingers out of you, replacing them with his cock. You nearly come from him thrusting himself into you, the angle hitting you so differently than yesterday. He grips onto your hips, guiding himself deeper into you.

"So warm and wet for me." He whispers in your ear. "Such a good girl, always ready to be fucked."

It's the morning and he's already making you go crazy again. Especially when he buries himself so deep inside of you, rubbing right up against that spot that makes you come every time he hits it roughly. You want him to start moving so badly, but he won't. He holds your hips in place with his hands and doesn't let you move either.

You really, really want him to move. "Please, Din."

"Not yet." His hot breath sends shivers all over your body while he kisses the nape of your neck. "I want to feel you come on my cock first."

You don't get why he won't move if that's what he wants but then he slips his hand back between your legs and it makes sense now. He wants you to come while his cock is resting inside of you so he can feel every part of your orgasm as it consumes you.

You stuff your face into the pillow as he rubs and pinches your clit between his fingers. His cock throbs inside of you, pressing firmly against that spot, teasing you but not enough to make you come like crazy. You're tensing up all around him, feeling so full, focusing in on the slow movements of his fingers against you.

Your orgasm builds just as slowly. There's no rush to it. He patiently touches you until you completely unravel, muffling your moans into your pillow. You're shaking all over, squeezing so tightly around him as your body tenses up and releases, the wave of pleasure waking you right up.

"That was good." He says, nibbling on your ear. "But we can do better than that."

Din starts marking up your back, distracting you from the way his other hand has moved up from your hip, cupping your breast. Then, he pinches both your clit and your nipple at the same time, making you scream from the sudden dual stimulation.

"Fuck, there we go." He growls against your back. "You clenched so hard around me. I need more from you, pretty girl."

You really do completely lock up every time he plays with your breasts at the same time as your clit. Your hips are swaying on their own too, your body wanting to push him further into you. He lets you use him like this to drive yourself into one of the most earth-shattering, full-body orgasms you've felt yet.

You can't even fully process the way it just hit you all over, the intensity firing every one of your nerves open. You get so out of breath from moaning his name, your lungs unable to keep up with all of your heavy breathing. Every muscle in your body is suddenly sore, like the pleasure awaken each one from a deep slumber. All the while, you're soaking wet between your legs from how hard you came all over his fingers and cock.

"Fuck, I'm dizzy." You let out in a slow, almost slurred voice. "Too good."

"Felt like it." He smiles against your shoulder blade. Then, he gently moves his hand up from your breasts to massage your back. "Do you want to stop now? Don't push yourself."

You shake your head. "You haven't fucked me yet. Don't hold back. I want you to come inside of me again."

"Are you sure? I don't have to." Din is kinder than he wants to let people know. The way he always makes sure you're not pressuring yourself in the slightest, the way he always checks in with you to see if you're feeling good and safe, the way he always gives you an out in case you aren't feeling up to it. He's just wonderful.

"Yes." You say cheerfully with all your consent. "Fuck me as hard as you want and then take good care of me after, Din."

"That's my girl. I'll take very good care of you." He gives the back of your head a light kiss before pulling out of you. "Get on your stomach and lift your hips for me."

You listen, rolling onto your stomach, propping your hips up with your knees bent. You feel his presence behind you and you wait in anticipation.

"Fuck, this is a perfect view." He spreads your folds with his thumbs, gripping your ass firmly with the rest of his hands. "All for me."

He leans down, taking one long lick up, making a delectable sound like he has tasted the most delicious thing in the galaxy. He lets out a long sigh.

"Can't believe it. I have such an amazing girl." You feel him press his cock up against you again, your body quivering with excitement. "Tell me if I'm too rough, okay?"

"I will. Just do whatever you want and I'll tell you if it's too much, I promise." You don't want him to keep holding in his desires for your sake. "You can smack my ass if you want. Dig your nails into my hips. Bite me while you fuck me. I wouldn't mind."

"Has my naughty girl been thinking about all of that?" He pairs his words with a light slap on your ass and it feels fucking perfect. "I'm never letting you go now. So fucking sexy, makes me want to ruin you."

"Then quit stalling." You're getting impatient and he knows it.

That's why he slams into you with a single stroke and you come on contact the moment his hips meet your ass. You don't get a moment to think as he continues to slam into you, forcing you to gush out from how much he's pounding against that spot deep inside of you. He grips your hips just like you wanted, so hard that he'll leave the indent of his hands in the dips. Whenever he feels like it, Din thrusts as far in as he can and smacks your ass. Your legs wobble at the feeling but you don't dare collapse, not when it feels this fucking good.

"Arm back, right now." He demands and you don’t hesitate, lifting your arm up for him to grab, tugging you until you're upright, holding you against his chest as he rams up into you at a completely new angle. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight. Good girl."

His arm comes around to grip your shoulder for leverage so you wrap your arms back around his neck to hold onto him. He keeps thrusting into you and you know he's getting close because his breaths are getting erratic so you whisper, "bite me when you come, Din."

You feel his teeth sink into the back of your neck as he finishes inside of you, spilling out so much that you can feel it dripping out of you. He then moves his hand back down between your legs, rubbing your clit raw until you come again. Then, he lets your body drop forward and you collapse onto the bed. He pulls out and does the same, laying down beside you, trying to recover from how hard he came too.

Somehow, some way, your hand finds his and you interlock his fingers with your own. You both lay there, holding hands, breathing like there's not enough air in the room for the both of you.

Then, Din says, his voice filled with worry all of a sudden, "will you be okay? We haven't used–"

"I have an implant." You tell him, squeezing his hand to comfort him. "They gave me one at a sanctuary I stayed at a few months ago. Just in case anyone ever–"

You don't say the last part but Din knows what you mean. "Never. That will never happen. I won’t let anyone ever harm you."

"That's my Mandalorian." You chuckle with all the warmth in your soul. "Always taking care of me."

"Someone has to." He flips onto his side to face you, brushing your hair out of your face. "You've been alone for so long with no one looking after you. I want to look after you."

You don't argue. You don't because you don't want to. You want this to be real so you say, "okay. I'd like that. I'll wash your back and you wash mine?"

You giggle and it draws a light laugh out of him too. "Deal."

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How have you completely consumed him like this? He can stare at you, laughing like this, for hours. A part of him wants to hurry to find your eyes, just so he can lift your visor up to look into them. In your own way, you too have a helmet on. A slim opaque black one, that shields only your eyes from view. He can see your expressions, your smile and your furrowed brows. He can see the way your nostrils flare when you inhale and the way your cheeks rise when you're about to talk. But not your eyes. Your eyes are a pure white, no reflection of anything back at him.

How would you look at him if you had your eyes? Would you show him how much you enjoy his company with just a simple look? He'd like that.

The morning goes by nicely. You both share the refresher again and Din pins you up against the tiled wall, fucking you until he knows you both have to leave. He loves the way you like to be taken roughly, how you tighten so much around him every time you come from his hard thrusts. You know exactly how to drive him wild, clinging onto him like that, moaning his name, begging to be bitten and smacked on the ass. He also loves the way you smile happily afterwards, kissing him all delighted as you come down from the high. Your hugs are filled with such appreciation and warmth that he can't help but want to hold you for as long as he can, just to prolong this warm feeling…

But, Din has a kid to rescue and he needs to get his head in the game. It's a bit difficult to focus though because where he has to take you is going to distract the fuck out of him.

When you've both settled into the Crest, he finally tells you the full plan. "We need to get you a dress."

You turn towards him, tilting your head in confusion. "I don't know why that's necessary, unless there's an event I need to sneak into?"

"The casino he's being held at is a high end establishment." Din hates the thought of having you in a sea full of people who have accrued their wealth through deadly means, but it's what needs to be done. "So we'll have to make sure you fit in. There's a few places in Canto Bight where we can pick something appropriate for you."

You chuckle at him. "Do you want to get robbed?"

"What?" He doesn't understand. Sure, the prices will be exorbitant but he already figured it would be.

You don't answer him right away. Instead, Din watches you shuffle through your bag, pulling out another journal that is different from the one he has seen before. Your mouth moves as you count the pages until you find the one you're looking for, handing it to him.

"Go here." You gesture for him to take the journal. On the page is the contact information and coordinates for someone named Cher. No surname, just Cher. "She owes me a favor and this seems like a fitting way to use it."

"Who is she?" Din notices that all the contacts in your journal don't have any identifying features. Some don't even have information. Instead, there are a few with random symbols he has never seen before. How were you supposed to read those entries?

"Are you snooping?" You hear him flipping through the pages. "If you're wondering, some people have coded info. Based on who they are, I know what I need to contact them. Cher isn't wanted by anyone, so her info is readily there. She owns a boutique in Canto Bight. We should go there and not waste all my credits on something that's going to have a one time use."

You weren't wrong. There was no reason for you to own such flashy formal wear, especially when you're supposed to be hiding. Putting you out into the world is risking someone realizing there's a bounty on your head but it's a risk you'll have to take for the kid. A risk Din does not like at all, but he punches in the coordinates to Cher's boutique regardless.

It is…not what he was expecting at all. You couldn't see it, but whoever this Cher person was had a lot of credits. Her boutique is a sleek multi-floor glass building with vines entrapping the entire space. She has her own lot for ships to park in while they shop. That's a bit much, but it's useful for Din right now. It's a discrete structure, which only makes him suspect that Cher deals with very questionable people. How do you know such a person?

"Where did you meet her?" Din asks you as you both walk towards the boutique.

You lower your voice to answer, "I used to smuggle stolen fabrics for her. That's how she made profits at the beginning and built her clothing empire."

Ah, now that makes a lot of sense. Cut costs on fabrics, profit more on the clothing until you gain notoriety and then prosper. Simple economics.

When you both enter the premises into a rather sparkly lobby, there are guards standing beside a body scanner. It's growing increasingly clear that they are not happy to see a Mandalorian in their store. But, all of that tension clears the moment an incredibly tall, dark-skinned, middle-aged woman comes rushing down the glass staircase, screaming, "is that really my darling!"

"Hello Cher." You give her a light wave as Cher barrels towards you. The moment she is in front of you, she picks you up in her arms like you weigh nothing, squeezing you tightly.

"You look incredible, darling." She presses two kisses on each of your cheeks. "Smelling fresh as always, making those dreary clothes seem palatable with how adorable you are."

"I wish I could say the same about you, but I'm sure you are more stunning than I'll ever be." You can't see that Cher is indeed a very attractive woman, wearing a silk black robe that is technically supposed to be a gown. Din wonders what you'd look like dressed in something so provocative. He tries not to entertain the thought too much because it will only make him more distracted than he already is.

"Why won't you just let me buy you a pair of eyes?" Cher's disappointment is present in her voice. "Then you could see how well-dressed I always am."

You let out a soft laugh. "You know I'd never settle for eyes that aren't my own."

"Well, if you ever find your eyes for sale, let me know and I will buy them for you." Cher pats your head endearingly. "You should accept gifts more often, darling."

"If you would like to give me anything, then I do need your help. I need a formal gown appropriate for a casino tonight." You lay out your needs in a straightforward manner. "Shoes too."

"Hair and makeup as well." Cher pinches your nose with a big grin on her face. "Can't have you bare-faced while you're wearing one of my exclusive pieces to whatever party you're attending with your rather brooding hunk of metal over there."

Cher points right at Din and you quickly explain, "he's on a job with me. We're chasing a bounty, splitting it half-way."

"Figured it was all business, no pleasure." She sighs, shaking her head. Then, she whispers to you, thinking Din can't hear it but he has enhanced hearing in the helmet, "I bet he's packing under that armor. Where do you always find these dashing people to do business with, darling? Everyone you bring by is always so fuckable."

"It's a secret." You whisper back, giggling lightly.

What the fuck does Cher mean by that? Din is taken back by the thought of you coming into this boutique with other people, all of which have to be equally as attractive as Cher if she believes they're fuckable. There's still so much about you that he has no idea about. He knows you haven't been with anyone else but…could you really have been oblivious this entire time to anyone else's advances?

"Well, Mr. Metallic," Cher calls out to him, "since you're a guest of my dearest darling, I will allow you to come in here wearing all of that."

She moves her hands in a circle, referring to his entire outfit. Then, she points right at his blaster.

"You shoot one bullet in my establishment and I will make you pay for the repairs." Cher warns him and he just nods his head. "Glad we have an understanding. Now, follow me you two. We won't have much time until nightfall."

The guards turn off the body scanner, allowing you and Din to pass without the alarms having to sound. Cher leads you both into a private glass elevator in the very back which goes to the top floor of her boutique. There are patrons shopping on every floor and the glass is one way, concealing you all from view, which must be purposeful. Cher must get a lot of exclusive customers whose identities need protecting.

When the glass doors open, it leads into a room filled with plants and flowers. The afternoon sun shines onto the entire space, making all the colors of the foliage pop. Din wishes you could see it because he knows you would appreciate it so much more than he can. Cher's assistants come to escort you to another room, presumably to grab your measurements and start the prep for tonight.

"You can wait over here." Cher guides Din to a lounge with a bar that has a droid attendant. Then, when she's close enough to him and you're off in the other room, she presses something against his side, asking, "so why are you really here, Mandalorian?"

Din glances downwards and Cher has a sharp blade right up against his side. He wasn't expecting that at all.

"Is she your bounty?" Cher pushes the blade closer, piercing through the fabric of his top, nearly grazing his skin underneath. "Because if you think I'm going to let you turn that angel of a girl in for the Empire to rip her eyes out again, you aren't leaving my boutique alive."

"No, she's not my bounty." Din pulls out his tracking fobs, showing Cher how none of them are blinking. "She's my employer. She hired me to find her eyes and we're tracking a lead together right now. Ask her yourself."

"Her eyes?" Cher seems surprised to hear that. "She's actually looking for them?"

"Yeah. Why? Is that strange?" Din is curious what Cher knows of you that you haven't elected to share with him.

"Not strange. Just…interesting. She has tried searching for them before but she never asked for help. There must be a reason she wants to find them now." She answers him and he believes she's telling the truth.

Do you have a reason you want your eyes, more than just wanting to see again? Din never really thought about whether or not something triggered your need to search for your eyes, but it makes sense. You may want to see but you don't need to in order to enjoy life, so could there be another reason you've asked him to help you find them? Is there…something you want to see? Or maybe, someone?

You met Din after already wanting to look for your eyes, so it isn't because of him. He doesn't know if that makes him feel weird or not. It doesn't sit right with him but he won't ask about it. You're allowed to have secrets, so he's not going to press for them.

"I guess so." Din shifts his body so that Cher remembers to pull her knife back. "Doesn't matter why she wants them. A job's a job."

Cher smirks at him and then goes, "she's quite the cute job, isn't she?"

Din is thankful that he has his helmet on because he's sure Cher would be able to tell from the look on his face that he agrees that you're cute. You're much more than just cute. You're fucking gorgeous and he can't take his eyes off of you.

"Don't get your hopes up." Cher pats him on the back, but then starts getting a little too touchy. "You wouldn't believe the people she's rejected. That girl is some kind of magnet. I blame the fact that she can't see how good-looking the people she meets are so she treats them like every other person. Let's just say, I had quite a fun time with her scraps. I wouldn't mind having a little fun with you later, if you want. I bet under all that armor, you've got quite the–"

"I don't fuck the people I work with, or their friends." Din firmly states before he steps away from her, putting a good amount of distance between him and her.

Cher lets out a hearty laugh. "You're as dry as I thought you'd be."

"Shouldn't you be helping her?" Din folds his arms, trying to seem visibly irritated.

"Right. You're here for a job, so I should get working." Cher flashes a devious smile at him. "I wonder if you can resist wanting to fuck her after I'm done with her."

That's all she says before she leaves to go attend to you. Din lets out a sigh of relief once he's alone again. He does not like such forward women, mainly because he just isn't much for flirting. He likes subtlety and enjoys his personal space. Though, he doesn't mind having you by his side, or the way you occasionally say tantalizing things to him.

He just likes you. He likes you…a lot.

Maybe a bit more than he should…

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You're sitting in a very cushy chair with a deep conditioning treatment in your hair when Cher comes back. She showed Din some place to hang around until you're done. You chuckle at the thought of a Mandalorian sitting in a lounge chair, patiently awaiting for you to get dressed up for a heist.

"So, what's the scoop on you and that Mandalorian?" Cher asks as she presses a fabric up against your back while her assistants paint your nails. She's probably deciding what would look best on you since she had nothing to reference. You've only ever worn plain clothes, both in style and color, since you didn't see them and could care less what you looked like.

"I hired him to help me find my eyes." You tell her honestly and she makes a sound like she has confirmed something in her own mind. "So we're really just here on business, as you said."

"When are you going to finally succumb to your desires, darling?" Cher places her hands on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. Then, she leans in, whispering in your ear, "I have offered plenty of times to be your first."

"You flatter me, Cher." You wave off her tease.

"You must live a little, my dearest." She sighs and you can hear her shake her head at you, the hair accessories she has on chiming as she does. "Can't have you spending the rest of your life on the run without running into someone's cock every now and then."

You hope she doesn't notice how you've clammed up a little at what she says, though she catches right away. Cher has known you since you became an adult so it wasn't surprising that she can tell when you're being a bit too quiet about something you'd normally laugh off.

"Oh my." There's definitely a smile on her face from the giddiness in her tone. "You fucked the Mandalorian."

"Cher!" You call out her name in a panic, making her laugh hysterically.

"I knew it." She says a bit too proudly. "Of all the people you've could've fucked over the years, it doesn't surprise me that you picked a mysterious man who is covered from head to toe. Did he have a good cock? I'm sure it's not as good as mine but from the way he held himself, I'm sure it was quite–"

"Please stop!" You scream, wanting to bury your face in your hands but her assistants are holding them firmly so that they can paint them. “You’re embarrassing me!”

“You are so fucking cute, darling. I just want to eat you up and you let him do it before me? I should be offended and kick you out for such disrespect but…” She sounds really happy as she says, “I know you picked him for a reason. He must make you feel good. No one has ever caught your eye before.”

“Probably because I’m blind.” You remind her, laughing at your own joke.

“Does he treat you well?” Cher asks in a protective tone. “Do I need to have a word with him?”

You know you shouldn’t admit it to anyone but you’ve already shared it with Luxor so it can’t hurt to also be honest with Cher. Maybe it’ll be nice to talk to someone about it that isn’t a married man who treats you like a daughter. “He treats me really well, Cher. Like, so well. It makes me nervous sometimes, not because he makes me worried or anything like that, just…I get anxious that I’m leaning on him too much.”

“You sound like you really like him.” She tells you what you’ve been afraid to admit out loud. Yeah, you do like him. You really like him…

“Is that bad?” You need the advice because you simply don’t know what to do.

“Of course not, darling. There’s nothing wrong with having feelings for someone.” Cher goes back to massaging your shoulders, instructing her assistants to grab some options for gowns since your nails are done. “Are you worried he doesn’t feel the same?”

You shrug and feel her hands against you as you do. “I wouldn’t mind if he didn’t.”

“You should mind. You can’t be giving your heart out like that. You’ll get hurt.” She pulls you up to your feet to go help you rinse out the treatment from your hair. She speaks up again when you’re seated under the faucet, her fingers massaging your head now. “You’re too sweet and kind to be chasing someone who you’re unsure feels the same.”

Are you unsure though? Din is rather affectionate with you and he has said so many sweet things to you that make you feel special.

“He said…he wants to look after me. He’s scared of losing me. He calls me his girl. I don’t know if that means he feels the same as I do but I feel like it’s enough for me right now to just have him as he is.” It’s true that you have no real idea if what you and Din have is ‘romance’ or if it’s just feelings of companionship that overlap with sexual intention but none of those labels really matter to you. You just want him and that’s enough for you. Will it always be enough? You hope so. You don’t want to get greedy and ruin everything.

Cher scrunches your hair with a towel, slowly drying it in her hands before grabbing a handheld dryer to get it the rest of the way dry. Once she feels like it’s nice and ready, she tells you softly, “you deserve someone who has your back and it sounds like he does. If he ever decides to hurt you in any way, call me and I’ll put a bounty on his head fat enough so the entire galaxy is out to hunt him.”

“You should be smarter with your credits, Cher.” You tease her but then say, “thank you for always being so sweet to me. I really do appreciate it.”

“It’s difficult not to spoil you when you’re so adorable, darling.” Cher kisses the top of your head affectionately. “Now let’s get you dressed and show you off to your Mandalorian. I’ll be sure to pick something easy to tear off later. Or maybe something easy to be fucked in? Decisions…decisions…"

“You’re having way too much fun with this.” You groan at her and she laughs happily at your dismay.

“Oh, this is the most fun I've had in weeks. Let me savor it.” She helps you up from your chair and then into another room.

After what feels like hours of being turned around millions of times to see the gowns you’re trying on, getting your face powdered and pressed with all sorts of products, having your hair clipped up and put down to test styles, Cher finally finds the perfect look for you. She even commissions a new visor to go with the outfit.

“You look incredible.” She tells you and you have to believe her because you have no idea what you look like. You can’t even imagine it based on how she describes it but you try your best to feel confident wearing it. Then, you wait as Cher goes to grab Din to show him that you’re ready to go.

You wonder what he thinks of your look.

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Finally, Din can stop pacing around the room, bored out of his mind waiting for you. Cher comes back and gives him a wide grin, like she’s up to something, which prompts him to go, “is there something I should be aware of?”

“You should be aware that our little darling told me that you two fucked.” Her words are so shocking that he audibly gasped, much to her amusement. “Oh, don’t act so surprised like I wouldn’t have figured it out. Not many people have the gall to reject me unless they’ve already got someone that strikes their fancy.”

You really told Cher that you and Din…that’s bold. He’s genuinely stunned that you would. He is curious what you said and how you told her though he bets that she presented it and you gave yourself away, like he did just now. He chooses not to comment and she puts her hands on her hips, annoyed.

“This is the part where you tell me that you do fancy her and that I shouldn’t have my men execute you in the back of the parking lot for tainting her innocence.” She is quite threatening, especially since she towers over him. She would even if she wasn’t wearing those heels.

Din thinks for the split second that he is allowed to. If Cher is asking him this right now, does that mean you admitted to her that he strikes your fancy? There’s no reason for her to ask this of him unless you felt the same and she was just trying to protect her friend from heartbreak. Have you truly given him your heart? That’s something that feels both believable and unbelievable at the same time.

He doesn’t dwell too much on your feelings because this is about his feelings. And what he feels is, “I have never felt this way about anyone before. I have such a strong urge to keep her safe and take care of her. I would never want her to be unhappy. If that’s what you call fancying someone then yes, I do feel that way about her.”

“Maybe you aren’t as dry as I thought.” Cher’s lips widen into a smirk. “A subtle romantic, you are, and good in bed. She deserves nothing less than that, so I suggest you continue to take care of her heart and her body or I will happily steal her from you.”

Now that is quite the threat. He simply nods in response and that’s good enough for her so she leads him into another room. This room is also filled with plants. Vines are growing up the glass walls and the sunset fills the room with a warm orange hue. It’s radiant but it’s nothing compared to you.

The moment Din sees you, he regrets ever making you do this because he doesn’t want anyone to see how fucking beautiful you look right now except for him. He takes a moment to look you up and down, soaking it all in. You have your hair pinned back with small clips that are the same shade as his beskar. They match your new visor, which has the same color and shine. Your lips are plump with a subtle gloss that brings out your natural lip color. Your skin is practically glowing. They must’ve applied cream all over your body and he wants to touch you so fucking bad. It would be so easy to with how your dress is wrapped on your body, leaving openings for him to slide his hand in to touch your breasts or between your legs. The gown is an off-white tone which would be considered plain but the fabric pops from the intricate floral details. The sheerness of the top layer puts so much dimension into the pearly notes, like you’re wearing every shade of pastel melted together into one harmonious tone. He cannot take his eyes off of the way the dress slits down the center of your body. The fabric drapes over your chest, exposing just the middle all the way down to right above your belly button. The dress is held securely there with lace before flaring out. There’s a daring cut that starts right between your thighs that cuts straight down and he knows if he just spread your legs a little more, he could bury his face there and go crazy. He is going crazy right now. This is torture.

“You look good.” He tries to stay as level-headed as he can. “Perfect for the job.”

“Thank you.” You smile all shyly, seeming a bit nervous. You shift slightly and that’s when he realizes your dress extends back into a cape as well that lays elegantly off your shoulders.

“Do you both need an escort to whichever casino you two need to get to? I have a driver who can take you.” Cher offers to give you two a ride there.

“That would be nice.” You answer for the both of you, presumably because it saves Din the trouble of having to find somewhere else to hide the Crest. “Would they be able to drop us off not directly on the property?”

“Of course, anything for my darling girl.” Cher takes your hand, helping you walk in those shiny metallic heels that make your legs look so fucking sexy as you go over to Din. She makes Din take your arm to help you balance and then she leans in, whispering in his ear too quietly for you to catch it, “the driver can’t see into the back of the vehicle. Just thought I should let you know, though I suggest not being too loud.”

“Thank you for your help.” Din says flatly back. He can see what she’s trying to imply and Cher gives him a gentle nudge and a big smile in response.

There isn’t a doubt in his mind right now. He can’t hold back, not after seeing you like this. He needs you. It’s impossible to control. He knows that the moment you two are alone again, he’s not taking his hands off you until you’re both at the casino.

He fucking hopes there’s traffic.

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You notice that Din has a very strong grip on your waist as you both walk towards the vehicle Cher called. It's a common transport vehicle that most of the wealthy use and the driver surprisingly doesn't get out of the car. Guess that makes sense since the back door opens automatically the moment you step in front of it. Din holds it open for you as you carefully get in, trying not to snag your dress on your heel.

It feels weird, getting into such a…fancy vehicle. Not like the Crest or any of the ships or other modes of transport you've taken haven't been nice, but this screams a kind of wealth that is definitely meant to be enjoyed by those with too many credits to spare.

You try to pick a place to sit but you can't decide between sitting in the back or on the side. The leather cushions are aligned in an L-shape and there's some sort of chest in between the seats on the side. Eventually, you get a bit too tired of wobbling around and you let Din guide you towards the back seat, where he's been sitting.

Though, you expected to be pulled down next to him, not on top of him. You've never straddled his lap while he was fully dressed like this and the cold beskar rubs up against your bare thighs. Shivers run through you and you don't know if that's bad or good. Probably bad because you should not be thinking of fucking a Mandalorian in the back of a transport vehicle that your friend paid for.

It seems like you aren't the only one with scandalous thoughts because Din slides his gloved hands beneath the fabric of your dress, pushing the skirt back to firmly grab your ass, pulling you to sit more forward on his lap. You bite your lip as you feel how hard he is under you, poking up through his pants.

"Do you feel it, my incredibly beautiful girl?" His voice is surprisingly sultry despite still wearing the helmet. "This is how much you affect me, especially when you look this gorgeous."

"You didn't say much back there." You note how quiet he was back at Cher's boutique.

"I was trying to keep it together or I would've fucked you in the elevator on the way back down to the lobby." His words are way too enticing. It's almost dizzying how you would've wanted him to try to get a quick fuck in, to see if he could make you come before the elevator hit the bottom floor.

"Is it bad to say that I'm sad you didn't?" You don't know what comes over you but you just have this intense need to keep fueling his desire. "Are you going to make up for not fucking me then?"

"Are you sure you won't get distracted after having me fill you up and possibly drip out of you while you walk around that casino?" He grinds up into you. You can feel that you are already wet enough to take him right now.

"I want you to. It's a good reminder that I'm yours, right? If every step I take, I feel you." You can't believe the words coming out of your mouth but your own arousal has completely washed over any sense of dignity you have. You just want to be taken by him.

Din moves one of his hands to the space between your legs, pressing up against your underwear with the leather. Then, he pushed the fabric aside, dragging his gloved fingers along your wetness before pulling away. "Fuck, if only you could see how your make my gloves glisten."

You hear him have a taste of you, licking his fingers beneath his helmet before settling his hand back between your legs. Why are you so eager for him to keep touching you with the rough leather of his gloves? There's just so much more texture to rub up against. You lean against the beskar on his shoulder, trying not to moan too much as he keeps playing with your folds between his fingers.

"Do you like the way it feels?" He asks you and you just nod against him in response. "What about it?"

"Different." You breathe out just that one word, unable to say much else as he circles around your clit, your mind getting lost in the feeling.

"Can you hold it in for me?" He tells you in such a gentle voice right as you're about to come. "Be a good girl and don't come just yet."

You tense up, holding back, not giving into the pleasure that you so desperately want. You manage to choke out the words, "okay, I won't until you tell me to."

He takes his hand off you then and you grip tightly onto his shoulders, your legs wanting to give out from how much you're straining them to stop yourself from exploding. Your heart is racing like you've just finished sparring for hours and you're desperate for some kind of friction. Anything. You just want to come but he asked you so kindly not to so you want to be good for him and listen.

"That's a good girl. Now, keep your head up, alright? No looking down, since I assume this new visor doesn't have a blackout mode." He confirms his suspicions when you nod. "Then, no peeking."

"I won't." You even squeeze your eyes shut for good measure. Then, you hear him unzip his pants and you try not to be too visibly excited. He guides himself up against you, pulling your underwear to the side, dragging the tip of his cock up and down the center before settling at your entrance.

Without another moment of delay, Din says, "use my cock and come as much as you want to now, my gorgeous girl."

You immediately sink down onto him and you bite onto the fabric of his shirt to stop yourself from screaming in pleasure as you drive his cock into you until you feel him right up against that spot that makes you see stars every time he thrusts that deep. "So full."

You need a moment to adjust to how thick he feels inside of you at this angle. Every little movement you make pushes him deeper inside of you and you're going to come from just trying to shift your body into a more comfortable position. You've never breathed so heavy in your life before, clinging onto his shoulders as you clench around his cock.

"I'm waiting for you to do something. You're stalling and we don't have much time." Din moves his hands back to grip your ass tightly, sliding you down onto him just a bit more. "Do you want me to take over?"

You shake your head. "I can do it."

You know it'll feel good for him to see you use his cock, since that's what he wanted you to do. So, you hold onto his shoulders steadily as you lift yourself up, pulling his cock out of you, feeling every inch as it slides out, before filling yourself back up with him. Your whole body shakes as you continue to do this over and over until you've found a pace that makes you come hard enough to lose yourself in the high. You keep up that rhythm, wanting to keep coming as much as you can. You can't say his name, since the driver might hear it, so you simply praise him instead.

"You make me feel so good." You quietly whisper against his helmet as you ride his cock. "You fill me up just right. So perfect, like you were meant for me. My Mandalorian, all mine."

Right after you say that, something switches in Din's mind. Maybe it was your words that got to him because he immediately takes over, slamming you down onto him. Once he's in control, you can no longer hold it in anymore. You're not the one slowly building yourself towards your orgasm anymore. The power shifts and he thrusts up into you, stealing your breath away and making your toes curl against your heels. You swore if he wasn't gripping onto your bare ass with his gloves digging into your flesh, he would've torn through the fabric of your dress by now. There's an obvious aggression in his movements but it's backed by a subtle need to remind you that you're his.

"Fucking perfect, looking so beautiful in this dress. Everyone will have their eyes on you but none of them will know that you've just been fucked by me, walking around with the reminder of me fucking you until you're a dripping wet mess." He pushes against your shoulder, forcing you to lean down as he starts fucking you at a new angle, making you throw your head back at the feeling. "That's it. Such a good girl, riding my cock so well. A sight just for me, all mine."

"I'm going to come–" You manage to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from accidentally shouting his name as your orgasm hits you. You tighten up around him, which is enough to make him thrust deeper inside of you, filling you up as he finishes too. Every pump of his release drowns you from the inside out with how hot and full it makes you feel.

The back of the escort vehicle echoes with raspy breaths as you and Din try to regain composure. He stays throbbing inside of you, wanting to keep you closer for a moment longer. You wrap your arms around him, snuggling up against the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent that you're growing to love. His hands move to fix your dress and then rub your back, whispering gentle words of affection as he does. "You did so well. I love coming with you like that. Nothing compares to that feeling of knowing you're enjoying it as much as I am. What a wonderful girl, giving me such warmth."

"You're quite the sweet talker." You tease him, chuckling into the fabric below his helmet.

"Would you prefer it if I didn't say anything and just groaned?" He throws banter back at you and you give him an even bigger squeeze in response.

"You really are a funny Mandalorian." You say cheerfully, wishing you could kiss him right now. You settle for kissing the side of his helmet, feeling the cold beskar on your lips.

Din helps you off of him and then quickly zips himself back up. As you are slowly getting used to, he also helps you clean up a bit, adjusting your dress and wiping away any sweat that may have messed up your look.

"Do I still look like a handsome man had his way with me?" You joke and Din actually let out a small laugh at that.

"Yes, but only I would know." He answers, patting you gently on the head before guiding you back to sit next to him. He leans your head against him, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "You should close your eyes for a bit. It's going to be a long night."

"I had a very good night's rest already. I think I'll be okay." You opt not to sleep but you do take the chance to cuddle up close to him again. You put your hand out in front of his chest and he takes a hold of it with his. "I like your gloves. What color are they?"

"Black with orange-ish brown fingers." He describes them well enough for you to imagine. After a brief pause, he clears his throat and goes, "do you…want me to tell you the color of anything else? I'm not great at it but I can try to help you visualize whatever you want."

You can't help the smile that springs onto your face. He's…way too kind. You squeeze his hand out of pure happiness and ask, "do you know what color your hair is?"

"I think it's brown." He seems unsure. "I don't really look at myself all that much."

"Mmm, that makes sense." You can't imagine he'd take off the helmet to admire himself in the mirror.

"My eyes are brown too." He tells you rather shyly, like he’s making a confession. "At least, that's what someone told me once."

"Someone has seen you without the helmet?" You're surprised to hear this.

"Yeah…it wasn't great. I try not to think about it." He tenses up, like it was one of the most uncomfortable moments of his life. You bet it was. You feel bad that you prompted him to think of such a traumatic moment in his life.

"I'm sorry if I–"

"No, it's not your fault, soft girl." He interrupts you, patting your head gently. "I wanted to tell you about my eyes, I just didn't realize the memory attached to it, that's all."

"You don't have to tell me anymore, if you don't want to." You assure him that you don't need to know. "No matter what you look like, I'll still like you."

You sneak in a light confession there. It's okay if Din doesn't realize the weight of your words. You just wanted him to know how you felt, even if it was merely a passing comment.

You know deep down that the moment you do get to see him in his entirety, that's the moment you're going to truly fall in love with him. Until then, you'll hold onto this little crush, waiting for the day you can finally tell him he's handsome and have the sight to back up your claim.

That will be quite the day.

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No matter what you look like, I'll still like you. That's what you said to Din, that you like him. He knows it's probably just something you're saying because you're fond of him but it makes him feel better than when he came earlier. The kind of rush he feels when he knows you feel something for him, it washes over him like a gentle tidal wave, relaxing his aching muscles. It's crazy how much tension you can release from his body with just a single smile. He is so comfortable when he's next to you. He likes this feeling.

He likes… "I'm sure I'd say the same if our roles were reversed."

You let out a big, hearty laugh at his words, completely fixated on the alternative meaning of his words. "Imagine, me, a blind Mandalorian! Now that is an interesting thought. I wonder what my armor would look like. Hopefully as cool as yours must be."

"Your new visor is the same color as my armor." He won't say it but Cher is definitely worth the credits when it comes to clothing. She color-coordinated you to him perfectly, your accessories matching his armor all too well. She must've thought you two were going to the casino together.

"Really?" You touch the rim of your new visor. "We must look like quite the pair."

"Very much so." In an odd way, Din wishes he could etch this memory of the two of you into something to remember the way you looked tonight.

"Oh! Before I forget, Cher gave me this." You dig into your dress, pulling something out of a hidden pocket. "She told me to give it to you. What is it?"

You hand it to him and he takes it, looking right at…a small photograph of you. It takes Din a few moments to register it because he's so shocked. It's like you could read his mind.

Cher must have snapped the photo when you weren't paying attention because you're sitting on a stool, resting after having your makeup and hair all done. You have your head tilted back slightly and the sunset is illuminating your whole body while you're wearing a white silk robe. It's the definition of subtle elegance and for a moment, he wondered how different your life would be if you weren't on the run.

What would you be capable of if you just had the chance to live? Would you dress up every so often and go out to parties with Cher, helping her flirt her way around? Would you finally attend those dinners with Luxor and his family that you're invited to but are always too nervous to go to since he's a fugitive too? Could you…be happier if you weren't always looking over your shoulder?

The life Din has isn't easy and although having you by his side would make his life better, he can't help but think he might hold you back. He can offer you protection and a safe place to stay, but there's nothing more he can provide for you. He can't…take you out to parties like this. Right now, he'll have to sneak around and wait on the roof while you enter the premises. There's no scenario in which both of you could just be out and about, relaxing together. Your relationship stays behind closed doors and he can't imagine those opening anytime soon.

Are you okay with that? He's unsure and he doesn't like the feeling that's building in the pit of his stomach. It's unpleasant.

The fear of losing you is creeping back in…

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Din hasn't answered you yet. He's gone a little quiet, actually. Did Cher write him a threatening note or something? No…she wouldn't do that. Maybe it's about parking the Crest at her boutique, like a reminder to come pick it up eventually. That's what you assume.

But, you decide to ask again for good measure, "did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, I got caught up in the numbers." Din finally acknowledges you, tucking the tiny paper into his pocket. "It's just a receipt. Cher wanted me to know how many credits the outfit is worth."

"Must be expensive then." You flatten the fabric out a little, feeling the texture beneath your fingertips. It definitely seemed expensive. "I'll be sure not to beat it up too much in the casino. Let's go over the plan again."

The whole plan is pretty simple. Using both the earpiece and a tiny camera he stuck to the center of your visor, Din will be guiding you through the casino until you reach a bathroom at the other end. From there, you'll climb through the vents until you drop through into the main power room. You'll briefly flip the switch on the locks leading into the secret auction space and Din will take over from there while you find a way to escape. He'll free the kid with hopefully no disturbances and you can all go home safe and sound.

Everything would have been perfectly fine…if you didn't happen to run into someone you know a little too well.

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Full Moon | Kun

- Genre: Smut. Werewolf Kun/Human Reader

- Warnings: Breeding, marking, possessive, oral (female receiving), and accidental mating.

- Word Count: 1.7k

You looked out the window and eyed the full moon.  You knew it was going to be a full moon, you had to know the moon schedule, it was important in your life.  Yes, the moon is important to many people for various reasons but for you, it had to do with your partner.

Kun was different from everybody else, he has a secret.  It’s one the fans could never know about, and one that many idols have.  The kpop idol world is full of supernatural beings.  SM predominantly worked with werewolves, JYP fairies, Bighit vampires, and for other companies it varied.  This meant the members of NCT didn’t perform on full moons, as they had no control, the wolves took over.  It was scary to think about the fact that all these people are basically worshipping supernatural entities, that would happily kill them if given the chance.  They took suppressants and went through courses to learn how to keep their instincts under control, but sometimes they couldn't control it.  Accidents had happened and it was the company's job to cover it.  When you started dating Kun you found out on accident, he got worked up, and his canines had grown and hair grew on his hands.  It was shocking at first, but you accepted him for who he was and now helped take care of him.

On days of full moons, they were chained up since they would lose control.  

This was the only way to keep people safe.

You were ripped from your thoughts when you heard a low growl behind you and you turned around to see glowing hazel eyes.  Your eyes widened, he had gotten out of the restraints.

His voice was deeper, you could hear a slight growl.

You stepped towards him cautiously.  “Kun, why are you out of the restraints?”

He sniffed the air, “Woman, I can smell you are in heat.”

“Kun you know I am human and don’t go into heat.”

He sniffed again, “I’m not Kun right now, you know that.  You are ready for pups.  I smell it, don’t lie.”  He growled and stepped forward.

“No Kun, it’s the wolf talking.”

“Don’t lie, I know you are ready to be bred.  I’m gonna breed you.”

Your breathing quickened, and you looked around trying to figure out what to do. 

“Kun wants this too.  He has been wanting to pump you full of pups for months.  But he is a pussy and wouldn’t ask.  So I am taking care of that.”

He stalked closer, “I can smell your arousal too.  I know you want to fuck his wolf side, let me wreck that little pussy of yours.”

You gulped nervously, he took a step towards you and you took one back.  Your back pressed against the wall and he put his hands up beside your head.

“I won’t hurt you.  Kun very much loves you, and he would probably kill himself if I ever injured you.”

He ran his hand along your cheek, his nails significantly longer now, and you flinched.

His eyes softened for a moment, the glow lessening “I told you I won’t hurt you.”

His voice returned to normal Kun’s voice, “I won’t let him hurt you okay.  But I can’t stop him from doing this just trust me.”

He leaned forward and kissed you.  You melted in his hold, the kiss full of passion and love.  But soon the wolf took back over, a low growl leaving his throat.  He licked across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth allowing him access.  

He groaned and pushed his knee between your thighs making you whimper into his mouth.  His tongue ran across yours before he pulled back and looked at you.  His eyes glowed hazel again, “Oh how I have wanted to do this.”

He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder then he walked towards the bedroom.  He roughly threw you down onto the bed, your body bouncing against the plush mattress.

“I want you to know now, I will not go easy on you.  Understood?”

You nodded, “Yes.”

He grabbed the collar of his shirt and ripped it off, making you gasp.

He smirked, “Oh so you like seeing me use my strength?  I knew you wanted this side.”

You looked away embarrassed and he smacked your thigh, “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, I do like it.”

He crawled onto the bed and hovered over you.  You felt extra small below his daunting figure with the gaze he held in his eyes.

He snarled, his prominent canines showing, “Can’t wait to be buried in that little cunt of yours, but first I wanna taste you.”

He gripped the hem of your pants, “Wai-”

He watched you closely and he growled against your clit at the sight, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

He ripped your pants and panties open then pulled them off your legs.  You whimpered, “Damnit, I liked those pants.”

“Kun will buy you new ones.  Be quiet.”

He placed your knees on his shoulders and hovered over your core.  He took in a deep breath, “Smell fucking amazing.”

His tongue licked from your core up to your clit, and he moaned against you, “Taste amazing too.”

You grabbed onto his hair and he growled, “Pull my hair, I like it.”

You pulled his hair as his tongue ran against your clit at an insane pace.  Your legs shook on his shoulders, and loud whimpers left your lips.

Your grip on his hair tightened as you neared your high.  He slipped his tongue inside, then back up to your clit.  His tongue moving expertly, and you whimpered.

He used one hand to hold your hips down and the other to keep your legs spread.

“A-ah so close.”

Your toes curled and your thighs clamped around his head, and your hips bucked up.

Your thighs shook against his hand and shoulder. 

His voice came out in a growl, “Cum.” 

The vibrations of his voice paired with his tongue movements sent you over the edge.  You gripped his hair extra hard as waves of pleasure ran over you, and your whole body shook.

Your vision blurred and your breathing picked up.

Once you relaxed in his hold he backed away and smirked evilly, “You really liked that.”

You blushed and looked away.

He stroked himself a few times and eyed you sitting in front of him.

“No shame, I see why Kun likes doing that.  So responsive to touches.”

He stood up from the bed and removed his sweats and underwear.  “Take your shirt off unless you want it ripped.”

You sat up quickly and took your shirt off throwing it off to the side.

The bed dipped behind you, and sharp fingernails dug into your hips.  You whimpered, and he growled lowly.

“On all fours, now.”

You flipped over, your ass up in the air.  You shook your ass and he groaned, “I’m gonna pump you so full.”

His wolf was behaving really well, better than you would have expected.

You looked back and his eyes were extra golden, his canines even more prominent.  You gulped nervously and watched as he guided himself into you.  A howl coming from his lips as he sunk in.  

His pace was fast and rough, and he growled with almost every thrust.

“Don’t look.”

He grabbed a handful of your hair and roughly turned your head forward.  He gave you no time to adjust before he pulled out and thrust all the way back in, your body lurching forward. 

He grunted and his nails dug into your hips further, likely drawing blood from you.  He leaned down and kissed all along your back, leaving marks.  “Mine.”

“Gonna fill you up with pups.  Can’t wait to see you pregnant with my pups.”

“Yeah, you wanna be a daddy?  Wanna fill me up?”

He tightened his hold on your hair and groaned, “Fuck, keep talking like that, and I’m gonna cum fast.”

“Maybe I want that.”

He chuckled, “So desperate for my cum you don’t even want to cum.  Such a little cum slut.”

He changed his angle and started thrusting faster, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.  

You reached behind you and gripped his hair, and he buried his head into your neck.  You felt a sharp pain, and then pleasure coursed through your entire body. 

He groaned against your skin as he filled you up, and everything was blurry from the pleasure.  You came right after him, and based on the low growls against your neck it felt good.  He removed his teeth, pulled out, and flipped you over onto your back.

You gasped in surprise and grabbed onto his biceps.

He sunk back into you and picked up a quick pace fast.  He placed both of your legs around his waist and he held onto your waist to keep you from moving up the bed.

He leaned down and littered your chest with hickeys, “The world needs to know who you belong to.”

His hips still snapped into yours at a rapid pace and you held onto his arms.  

He bit down into your neck again on the same spot as before, and he snarled, “My mate.”

“Ahhh Kun how are you still going?”

He smirked, “Didn’t you know my stamina is higher, and I can finish multiple times.”

Your eyes widened, this was gonna be a long night.

You felt your heart soften.  The two of you had spoken about mates, but he never would tell you if you were his.

You woke up the next morning in his arms and moved around to face Kun.  His face had softened back to normal, his nails shortened, and his canines went back to normal.

He grunted with each thrust and came again, “You better have pups after this.”

The two of you had sex 3 more times, and you couldn’t move after the abuse he put your body through.

He yawned and pulled you closer, “Good morning beautiful.”

“Good morning Kun.”  You could barely speak after all the moaning.

He buried his head in your neck then froze, and sniffed.  “Did I bite you?” 

You nodded and his eye widened, “I’m so sorry, but I gave you a mate mark last night.”

“What?”

“That mark will never go away, it means we are mated.”

You looked at his nervous face, “That’s fine Kun, you know I love you.”

He pulled you in and kissed you.

[pandemellia]

Fuck Hope

This is basically me being mad at myself for still having some feelings for my ex, missing him, and deep down still hoping that he'd regret breaking up with me. I hate how even after almost a year when he's clearly happy with someone else, I still wake up every day wishing things were back to what they were before. Hope really is a double-edged sword.

As established before, Eufrene (the one in yellow) symbolizes my hope and generally optimistic side More about her here: www.deviantart.com/pandemellia…

And Antera (the one showing Eufrene the middle fingers XD) symbolizes my anger, heartbreak, and sadness.

More about Antera here: www.deviantart.com/pandemellia…

Because of my contradicting emotions about how I feel about my ex, they don't get along well right now. XD Eufrene miraculously still tries to see the good in him and desperately wishes he'd come back. She's the part of me that romanticizes the good times I had with him and still clings to the illusion he created of being a kind-hearted person. However, Antera knows that holding on to hope is only causing her (me) to feel more heartbreak. Also, Antera's that part of me that'll seemingly forever hold resentment and anger for my ex cheating on me and leaving me for someone else. Her ability to hold a grudge is no joke.

Think about this dynamic like the characters in Inside Out.

God, this sounds so cringe when I write it out, but it just makes perfect sense in my head!

I tried making this kinda funny by basing this off that meme with someone giving the middle finger to a crying cat, but I don't know that joke lands lol. It was hilarious in my mind until I drew it.

Here's the image: knowyourmeme.com/photos/138454…

As for the process of creating this, this drawing was me experimenting with trying a different style again. I tried using a charcoal brush for lineart/shading in Photoshop instead of the usual round hard pressure brush I use and drew the lineart with slightly thicker lines this time. I was going for this rugged, dark look, but it just ended up looking wrong to me. Lowering the lineart's opacity saved it a bit. This is disappointing because I see other artists draw with even thicker lineart and it looks good when they do it XD 

Right now, I don't know if I should keep using textured brushes, or go back to my smooth lines. I don't think using a charcoal brush worked as well in this image because of the thicker lines, but it did work for my Dr. Two-Brains drawing.

Probably because the lineart was thin. On the other hand, drawing and shading with the hard-pressure brush is just so satisfying, but I feel like I could achieve a darker art style if I use textured brushes.

Speaking of brushes, I used these embroidery brushes (by NadinePau-stock) for Antera's sheer sleeves to make them look like lace. You can barely see it because she's mostly in the dark foreground, but I still think it was a nice touch. c:

Drawing this was also a challenge too. It's rare that I draw multiple characters where not only do I have to draw them from different angles, but also in different spaces relative to each other. I really tried my best with using references and all, so I hope I got the perspective right.

Another challenge was trying to shade in different textures. I used the same brush for everything, but I redesigned Eufrene a bit. She's one of those baby dolls that have a plastic/rubber head, and a plush body, (like this one: www.ebay.com/itm/233705053614) which is why her neck looks weird. XD But hey, that's what the references on this type of doll showed me.

So I started off cell-shading her face and used soft shading on the rest of her body, but halfway through rendering, the filters, and other shadow layers I added to the characters....overshadowed that.

I know she looks cuter when I first drew her, but I wanted her design to reflect my deteriorating mental health, so I tried to make her look weirder and creepier looking. Especially with her face, I wanted to exaggerate that chubby face that these baby dolls have. I'd like to think that her first image portrays her (me) in a slightly better mental state (not like I was better at the time of that drawing lol) and that my OCs start to look better as I heal.

And my OCs look weird and cursed as fuck in general because I want to go out of my comfort zone, and create a horror/ gloomy-like art style.

I have more OCs, and I'm gonna try to make them look just as cursed as these two XD.

And then there's the usual challenge of drawing different emotions other than having characters smile all of the time. I think I did okay this time.

Overall, I'm on a roll with this because it hasn't even been a week since I drew Dr. Two-Brains, yet I still finished this. That is extremely rare, and I really hope my energy doesn't run out. I think this was mostly because I drew this during my days off from work, but I actually did something instead of just rotting in bed and scrolling through social media all day. I still feel depressed and heartbroken, but drawing things like this helps me out a little. Every time I finish a drawing; I feel so accomplished like I'm getting my shit together X'D

Unfortunately, I have to do a lot more than just drawing if I actually wanna get my shit together, but it's a start.

[jjksblackgf]

shh!

pairing — kim taehyung x female reader genre — smut  word count — 1.4k summary — “Would this time be the time where a photographer was following us, ready to destroy our future?” warning — explicit sexual content, public sex, exhibitionism, female masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus

a/n — To create a good image in my head of this story, I watched several Singularity and Blood, Sweat and Tears fancams. This information doesn’t add to the story but I needed you to know ksjsksks, enjoy <3

Dating Taehyung is an extreme sport, your heart races multiple times a day. First, his deep, low, and rich voice right to your ear and he wakes up; second, as you open your eyes to look at him, his beauty slaps you right in the face; and third, he always knows what’s going to leave you hot and bothered. 

One of the ways he loved to do it was through sex, trying different positions, sex toys, experimenting with most fantasies and kinks. He once roleplayed with you, satisfying this one desire of yours, and you would pay him back with one fantasy he never tried before: public sex. You had agreed with it and he was just waiting for the right moment to use his card.

“What if I take you right there in the bathroom?” he whispered in your ear, at BigHit’s Christmas party

“Are you crazy?” You managed to say to him, low enough so people wouldn’t notice “We can’t do that here, and you know it”

“Ok, I won’t do anything today, but just know that one day I will take you on a public place. Practice not to scream my name so loud, I won’t let you know when it’s coming.”

The months went by and you forgot all about your debt, but that thought never left Taehyung’s mind. Every time that you would walk by the beach, or go on a hiking, or even private events, he would watch you close, studying your face to see if that moment would be the moment. He loved the chance of people seeing him doing the most with you.

So now, you both were in a park, far outside the city and a little deserted, but not completely. You were laying on the grass, only protected by the picnic blanket you had brought, eyes closed, letting the sun hit your face, and playing with Taehyung’s hair as he laid down on your lap.

You lifted one leg, and as Tae looked to his side, the picnic basket was covering the space between your folded leg. Jackpot. You felt his grin at the same time as you heard his chuckle. You looked at him, trying to guess his expression through his sunglasses but he only wiggled his eyebrows, making you wonder the sudden spike in happiness.

“It’s payback time” He said, and you didn’t connect the dots until he licked his fingertips and slid aside your loose romper and panties, leaving you exposed.

You were now sitting almost straight, your palms touching the ground, you wanted to look natural to the people who were walking at a distance.

“Are you seriously-” you cut your sentence short as soon as his fingers touched your clit, getting immersed in pleasure

“Tell me to stop and I will” He said trying to look at you through the open space between his face and his glasses. He stopped his movements but he let his fingers still on your clit, anchoring himself in his elbow. You imitated his action and let your head fall back, letting the sun hit it again.

Tae went back to moving his fingers on you, using his new anchor to hold your clothes in place with one hand and work his fingers with the other, just stopping for a brief second so he could lubricate his fingers again, this time using your juices.

“This is crazy” you said to him as you laid back completely again, your hand going to the nape of his head, pulling his hair slightly.

“Pay attention and tell me if people are coming” he demanded and you complied. You double-tapped his shoulders to make him stop as you saw two men walking a little too slow, and he stopped his movements to look at where your head was pointed at.

He slid your clothes back, and he decided to lay on his belly at a perpendicular angle, holding himself up by his elbows again with his head up, not to draw suspicion. The two men stretched for a few seconds and started to jog in the opposite direction, making you both sigh in relief.

“Could you imagine if they were paparazzi?” He laughed it off, but he got into your head, and now you were very alert, various thoughts going through your mind.

You were always able to escape the paparazzi, being very rigid in keeping your relationship a secret, the only people at the company that knew about your relationship were the boys, his manager, and high executives. 

So far, the greedy sites had nothing on you. They never tried to sell pictures of you around, not even had baseless rumors or even based ones. But what if they were waiting for the right time to snap a picture? Would this time be the time where a photographer was following us, ready to destroy your future?

You didn’t notice that Taehyung was right by your side, analyzing your face. You only did when his damp fingers touched your jawline. “Tell me what you’re thinking” he had his sunglasses up on his hair, not caring if he would be recognized. “Are you scared?” he asked, and you could only nod your head.

“It’s okay, darling, we can scratch this idea out of the list” he smiled and pecked your lips.

“I love how attentive you are” your hands went to his neck and he grinned widely “And that’s turning the hell out of me” You were glad that you could see his eyes widen as he heard this.

“It’s okay, honey, really, I can-”

“Get down there before I take care of it myself” You cut him off, and you placed his glasses back as he bit his lips to stop smiling.

He went back to his position, placing one arm over your belly, laying his head on top of it. To your regular watcher, it just looked like a man napping in his girlfriend’s lap, but that was far from the truth, judging by the speed his fingers were working on your clit the way he knew you liked.

You pulled his hair for him to go faster, as it was your designated code. He inserted his fingers in a back and forth motion, this being an obvious declaration of what was happening, you moaned a little and placed a hand in your mouth to control yourself.

You had to double-tap his shoulder again, as a small family passed through you. You both decided that they didn’t see anything, the couple wished a good afternoon and the two little kids were playing tag around a few trees. They were seated on a bench to watch their kids and you were facing their back.

“This is going to be hard” you said

“But not impossible” Taehyung’s confidence allowed you to feel at ease.

He inserted his fingers and went back to his back and forth movements, you decided to concentrate on not moaning. You wished you’d practiced as Taehyung had recommended. 

His fingers were now curling inside you, and he picked up the challenge of placing his lips around your clit. Your horny instincts were about to fail you, so you went ahead and covered your mouth to whisper a “Fuck!” not knowing if Tae had listened to it

But he did, and the side to side motions of his tongue gained new pressure and speed, earning a hard hair pull to the nape of his head. You gripped on his soft hair and moved your hips up and down to accelerate the process. He helped you with it and just let his soft tongue out of his mouth, concentrating on the curling of his fingers.

You felt the build up on your stomach and you tried to grind harder against Taehyung’s tongue. Your feet were stretching, being on an almost perfect on pointe, your legs were about to give in and your toes were curling and your heart rate was fastening. With a final suck of his lips, your body finally gave him into relaxation. 

But you had accidentally moan loud, making the couple turn their heads to look at the scream direction. In an effort to look normal, Taehyung had seated straight and looked a the opposite direction, trying his best not to laugh, and you stretched your whole body to make it seem that you were just sore.

You were, but they didn’t know the details.

They looked back, ignoring both of you and you heard Tae’s snort as he looked at you again. “We are so doing this again” he went in for a kiss and you could taste your cum still on his lips.