#i didnt feel like doing heavy rendering :(

[kashimew]

nsfw, mtf rara(I want her soo bad), it’s pierced, spit-roasting

ooohhh to be stuck all fours between hakari and kirara. It really was only meant to be a casual hangout, you as their third wheel for drinks at home and nothing more. how on earth that ended you up here? who knows.

each mindless, rough thrust from the man behind you only served to push kirara much further down your throat. sinful gagging they could only giggle at. each quick drag of the cold metal on your tongue from the piercing through the woman’s cock had you drooling all around her.

‘hooohh, shit babydoll, you keeping up down there?” hakari groaned, not like you could answer anyways. the grip on your hips nothing less than bruising, his thrusts were no less harsh. rendering you helpless and shaky. no time to breathe or collect yourself.

“you should see her face, always knew you were cute, hunny, but you get- ooooh.. sooo much cuter like this.” kirara sounded so very breathless, as fucked out as you were already, tears welled up in your eyes from how far kirara was continuously hitting down your throat, you were pleasing them so very well, you could hear and see it. kirara’s soft hands threaded through your hair, nearly pulling. hakari’s hips seemed to stutter, but how could he possibly finish before his girls? how selfish.

his much larger, calloused hand shaking its way underneath your trembling body, rubbing figure eight circles with two fingers on your clit, your whole body jolting, resulting in a muffled gasp from your battered throat, quickly pulling off of kirara and panting, head falling downward. hakari didnt stop, only got all the rougher. a small chuckle elicited from his throat.

“ooh no fair, ‘was soo close..” kirara pouted, faux disappointment all on her face. though clearly not all that upset, never did she think she’d enjoy watching her oh-so-lovely boyfriend fuck somebody else into their mattress.

“none of that, don’t leave her hanging. use your hands.” he groaned, ever since you had pulled off from your spot from kirara, all he could hear was the wet, sticky connection of skin and your fucked out breathy moans. your hand shakily going up to wrap around kirara’s cock, a sigh of relief from her as she held onto it, moving her hips sloppily through your circled fist.

all of you were close, hakari’s hips stuttering once again, reaching spots you never even believed were there, your free hand was dug into their sheets, clawing for some sort of relief. hakari really was trying his best to hold himself back, not before you two, never. he sped up the hand he had underneath you, rubbing in an overwhelming side to side motion, that was all it took for you to yelp out into the room, the tightly wound up knot in your abdomen fully unraveling all around hakari. and their sheets.

kirara was quick to follow suit, your hand wrapped impossibly tight around her was more than enough. the room was full of heavy breathing, panting and groaning. with a loud whine from her lips, she had spilled all along your hand and arm, taking almost everything out of her. stuttering hips removing herself from your grasp. letting herself sit back and watch hakari finish himself up with a pleased hum.

“still sooo tight- shit babydoll, do you feel what you’re doing ta’ me?” he groaned into your ear, his hand and kirara’s connected. he didn’t stop moving, so rough and calculated, not like the mindless thrusts he had earlier. with a loud, breathy groan he spilled allll inside of you, stream after thick, buttery stream of release painting your insides, his hand painfully gripping onto your hip as he rode himself out. faint pants coming from his lips, no effort yet made to pull out of you nor any effort to let go of his pretty girls hand.

“you two wanna switch spots?”

[autisticalastor]

do you have the original post about writing drugged characters? I can't seem to find it anywhere

so the original post was actually a comment in reply to someone asking about it in the fanfiction writers community! i did screenshot it for a friend, though, so im more than happy to transcribe what i wrote here!

transcript of the original ask:

How do you write in a hazy trancelike, fuzzy style?

tw drugs

So l'm writing a quick oneshot, the story is from the perspective of a character who has been a drug addict almost his whole life and wanna write it as if he was telling US this while he was high looking back on these memories and then for it to get clear when we enter the climax and he's actually sober during a fight with his boyfriend whos been trying to get him clean but walks in on him about to use again

I read a really good Angel Dust from hh fic in this sort of style (for the life of me I can find it anymore to try and study it's style. but I think the title was from the song about a girl desperately calling the doctor to take away her pain of stm? Idk) and it just felt really hazy and vague not in a way where the author wasn't thinking about the details but more like the character themselves couldn't remember them and it felt a lot like poetry tbh

I don't think this made much sense lol but if you guys have any tips it would be HEAVILY appreciated <3<3<3

now for my response (reformatted since we can do that in posts)!

AS A HAZBIN WRITER, i love writing in this style, so...

obviously, it depends how ur character got into that state. now u said this is drug-induced so...

focus on the drugs effects. does it make him feel sluggish? is it hard to form a coherent thought? is it difficult to move (i.e., a catatonic state)? does he lose track of time? is he hallucinating during this? does it raise his body temperature? all good questions to consider when trying to write from this pov!

common descriptors for when the answers to those questions r yes: body feeling heavy/as if even the most basic movement would take more energy than he has; thoughts slip away too quickly to grasp & make sense of; hes aware hes being spoken to, but the words dont seem to make sense/he cant quite seem to process the sound; (if hes enjoying himself) everything is pleasantly warm, a haze that blankets his mind & renders him unable to focus enough on anything to worry abt it; time seems to pass so slowly, he could count the seconds himself if he had the wherewithal to do so; his movements seem far slower than hes used to.

how does it make him feel? is it a pleasant kind of fuzzy (warm, hazy, like finally being able to release a breath he didnt know he was holding) or an unpleasant kind (confusing, oppressive, like a fog he cant seem to fight through)? did someone else drug him or did he take it himself? this would affect how he feels about it as well!

that was it! as with any of my writing tips, feel free to write in again if u have more questions!

《sera/al》

[thedomesticanthropologist]

What would the bg3 companions do if Tav fixed a home-made meal and cleaned up their stuff for them, studio ghibli style?

I had to take quite a bit of time to think on this one because it would vary wildly depending on /when/ this happened. So, I am re-using my favorite scenario that was widely popularized over 20 years ago by the Gundam Wing fandom for fanfiction purposes, and we are going to say:

"The companions find a safe house where they must hole-up for several weeks before a major confrontation/continuing their journey. It provides a needed opportunity for respite and recovery, a moment to breathe in the eye of the storm." timeline: late Act 3

Tav prepares a home-made meal that takes them the entire day to make. Grilled fish fresh from the river, bread from scratch with herbs from the garden folded into it and butter spread across the top. Potatoes from the garden sliced, seasoned, roasted. Chicken caught and killed that very morning and boiled into a stew with pounds of fresh vegetables - and more. Yams, parsnips, salad greens, All they could find in the cellar, in the surrounding abandoned garden and small farmstead they had settled in. The type of meal that filled a table so thoroughly there was almost no place left to sit if one tried to have their meal at the table.

It had been so long since they had a home to care for, and this journey had given precious little time for such things as careful cleaning and cooking. The little cottage was full of delicious smells, a warm fire burned in the hearth and heated the entire space. The companions, who had all been out for the day on various missions, arrived back to find not only this, but more.

All of the clothes laundered, scented with lavender from the garden. All of their armor polished and scrubbed, weapons cleaned, packs tidied. Rooms swept of cobwebs, bedding replaced. Perhaps a little bit of magic had been used, for everything was dry as well as clean. How would they respond?

Gale: Warmth and joy. He breaks out into a huge smile and fills the room with compliments on everything youve done. A stickler for detail and known for his verbosity, he leaves out no single comment nor does he miss the chance to reflect on what each detail reminds him of - his mothers cooking, his home, the soul-brightening joy of fresh bedding pulled tightly over a clean mattress. He would do all of the clean up after dinner, showing his appreciation not only in words but affirming them with his actions as well.

Karlach: She gets choked up. Honestly. "you didnt have to" isnt on her mind at all, shes just incredibly grateful. You get the biggest bear hug and a shuddering voice of gratitude in your ear. It hasnt been just 'so long' since shes had this level of care- she never has. Nothing like this. She will remember this for the rest of her life, no matter how long or short that life may be. You gave her something that healed a part of her permanently.

Wyll: Flushed and flustered. HE would be heavy on the "you shouldnt have- I would have helped! had you only asked-" Embarassed almost, in the way that he responds, as if he feels bad that he hadnt been able to pre-empt this scenario and find a way of doing it for you first. He feels... guilty. Tries to hide it with gratitude. Is a little quieter than usual.

Lae'zel: Asks what you expect in exchange for services rendered. Makes a quip about you being suited for running an inn as much as you are for battle. Clears her plate, then another. Goes a little quiet for a moment. Then: "You didnt need to. A waste of your time to cater to us thusly. (long pause) .... thank you."

Shadowheart: Questions why, wonders if youve done it to soften the blow of some oncoming bad news. Spends most of her time teasing the other companions for their reactions but in a way where its clear that shes guiding them towards more grateful responses. She smiles at you warmly and softly across the table, eyes twinkling. Her gentle teasing of you is filled with subtle offers of repaying the kindness in ways that you will not be able to expect or predict later on so that she may surprise you in kind. Also, to ensure you cannot reject her because you dont know whats coming or when.

Halsin: Very clearly thanks you with direct eye contact. If your relationship is good, he holds both your hands in his and gives them a firm but caring squeeze. All of his feelings are in his eyes and his words are exceptionally heartfelt and to the point. He has no issues with being appreciative or straightforward, and this meant a lot to him. Offers to run your bath for you later, since Gale is doing the dishes. Probably offers to wash your hair. Comes on to you a bit, he cant help it. Heart eyes 1000%

Astarion: Awkward. Uncomfortable. Initially tries to play it off with pomp and flourish, goes to hint that you just wanted to rifle through everyones things while no one was home. Does, actually, double check all of his belongings. You cant fault him for being who he is. Questions you with a deep frown, but waits to do so until he has you cornered in the back of the hallway where he waited for you to come out of the privy. You reassure him, and hes huffy about it. It takes a lot for him to go from accusational to deflated. Laments he cant enjoy the meal you prepared, only to be presented with a live hog in the store room and a bottle of red wine. You didnt forget. He stares, stutters out his gratitude. Does not apologize for grilling you. Body language towards you for the next few days has a distinct affectionate companionability to it. Small genuine smiles half hidden behind wine glasses.

[phoenixfangs]

being burnt out fucking Sucks because its like, when im Anywhere But My Apartment all i want to do is draw all day, i fantasize about all the things i want to draw instead of doing work or errands, but the SECOND i get home and have TIME to draw, suddenly all that energy is Gone =_=

i havent gotten BETTER at drawing or improved any of the techniques ive wanted to improve in years because i just dont draw as much as i used to, and i feel like i dont have as much time to dedicate to drawing anyway; i work 40 hours a week so when i get home im exhausted and dont want to use my brain or stare at screens so close to my face anymore, and im weak/sick half the time nowadays anyway so i just never have the energy to pick up my heavy ass fucking stupid tablet and draw. i feel like ive got a better Eye for stuff by virtue of spending all day every day Looking at things, but my muscle memory for actually putting what i see in life or in my minds eye down on paper or on the tablet is so weakened, and thats really disheartening :( i feel like im not at the skill level i thought id be at by 25, and im following all these amazing artists doing what i WISH i could do, and theyre all like 19 or 20

im sketching a little more frequently though because the riza hawkeye autism is Real for me, which is good, but sketching is about all i have time/energy for because trying to line/color something, or practice rendering (one of the skills i wish i had but dont), would take twice or thrice as long, and sketching alone is already taking so long that im staying up past midnight doing it—and of course im a bearer of the curse (adhd) so if i cant be reasonably satisfied with a drawing by the time i finish the first sketching session, it gets abandoned Forever because it didnt turn out perfect and finished the first time

BWARGH. i had more to complain about than i realized when i started writing this post.

[qwizzers]

so i just found your youtube channel like a few minutes ago and I really enjoyed your video talking about different types of social media and your own personal experience/opinions on them because ive been bouncing back and forth between social medias. I personally miss the old twitter and instagram format but ever since instagram has been turned into a reel-obsessed platform it is very difficult to get reach there so i think twitter has been my most safest/casual posting experience for me. i felt like on instagram i had so much pressure to post reels and i never gave in but it was just super frustrating, sometimes really wanting to just completely leave it entirely, but for now i guess im trying to just post more. im not a tumblr user really but i had this tumblr acc ages ago so i decided to log back in just to message here, but i wanted to ask, if theres any way we can talk further abt this privately i would love to go more in depth ! i dont check tumblr often so im not even sure if you will ever answer this haha, or how i would know if you did or not, but i guess a question that also comes to mind is, how do you post without overthinking? i have so much art i make so many doodles and unfinished wips, and people post wips all the time ! and its like, i cannot bring myself to do that either... im scared of someone either tracing over my art/stealing my art /ocs and just im not sure i guess posting wips makes me not want to finish the art, but when i dont post often i often feel pressure to post fully rendered stuff and sometimes ! i just wanna post a cute furry oc with thigh socks is that so much to ask !!!!!!! XD,,, i kind of scare myself out of posting, but how do i make myself more comfortable with posting without worrying? i scare myself from doing anything haha, i WANT to be more active ! and i want to post more oc stuff and even fanart, but i always make excuses like "nah ill do that when i get better, or ill do it when the drawing is finished" and sometimes i dont even post finished sketches or art !!!!!! i will take any suggestions or anything, but im desperate to break this bad habit,,,, and also ! another question is, how do people code their toyhouse? i saw you explain it in the video a bit, and i recently just got my toyhouse to post oc stuff, but im not sure how people code their card.co, and toyhouse so if theres any sort of website or program or anything i can use to do this please let me know ! i really want to decorate my stuff more :3,,, anyways im not sure if you publically post these.... but if i can somehow post my discord somewhere so we can talk further please let me know !

okay, this ask was super sweet and i want to just say thank u bc it was a fun read :3 hopefully if you do see this response - i have a discord if you want to add me and talk, its qwizzers! i have a website (https://qwizz.carrd.co) and you can see all the sites that i use there so if you use any as well you can contact me there!

so my input on avoiding overthinking b4 you post is to start sharing your work in smaller places to build up your confidence! if you're worried about tracing/stealing, i don't want to say that's not a legitimate concern, bc it IS, however i will say it really doesn't happen too often! ive been around for years and i dont think ive...ever had anyone trace me, the most i've seen is heavy referencing and usually if you bring it to their attention, they instantly stop - when this happens i say it's 70% of the time just young kids that don't realize what theyre doing is wrong or didnt realize youd find out. you can also watermark your work! theres nothing wrong with watermarks, even if its just on a sketch! while it cant necessarily guard against tracers, it can guard against blatant theft. you dont necessarily have to post your work in progresses if doing so demotivates you; but you dont have to exclusively post fully rendered art, either. try to get into a habit of making doodles n more simple art in between your big pieces, and get into the swing of posting those! if you feel like you havent posted in a while, just make a quick doodle or something along those lines and share that! you can build up your confidence with posting online in general by starting small - you could start by sharing your art in discord servers or with your friends so you get more confident about sharing your work regularly. "ill do this when i'm good enough" is a SUPER detrimental train of thought...bc there will never be a point where you'll admit to yourself that you feel like you're ready. that's just a part of the artistic progression :') if you have that mindset, you'll ALWAYS have that mindset, and you'll never actually do the projects that you want to! if you think its outside your ability, it probably isnt really, and you should give it a go anyways! even if it doesnt look perfect or turn out exactly how you wanted it to, you'll probably still be happy in the end bc u gave it your best effort :]

heres my bit on toyhouse:

if you know how to code w html, all you have to do is press "edit profile" on a character and you can code directly into the big box field! if you're not seeing that, it has to do with your settings (which i can explain more in depth if need be) if you ARENT familiar w html, thats fine too! you can find a TON of free to use toyhouse code templates, and a lot of them even explain exactly how to use them! basically you can copy and paste their code for free into your character profile, and just change the text so it fits your character :3 i have a favorite folder for all the neat free to use codes i see, here's a link: https://toyhou.se/Qwizz/favorites/79962 *my toyhouse is kind of eyestrainy btw!) carrd is a seperate website: https://carrd.co you can make a carrd for free and its much more straightforward, you basically just drag text boxes/images in and customize the site how youd like :3

[trash-slvt]

Wow, this blew up. This was a silly post i made before i'd had my coffee or meds but its a sentiment i've been thinking about a lot recently. ive been reading through the notes and theres way too many to reply to. but they mostly fall into these categories: apollo dodgeball / if you knock on enough doors asking for the devil: I think thats actually a big part of why i made this. Youtube (or any corporation) will do everything it can to make more money. they would implement this in a second if it were both technologically feasible and socially acceptable (or at least, acceptable enough to not cause too much of a backlash). a decade ago, this concept met neither criteria. now its dangerously close to meeting both.

The web was built on a model where the website sends you content and a suggestion of how to render it - to give users the freedom to interact with it however they choose. Since then, there's been a battle between corporations and this principle as they use every trick they can come up with to force you to render the content the way they want you to.

The most effective way that corporations have achieved this is with apps. Paraphrasing Cory Doctorow[1], an app is just a website that its illegal to mess with. So many of the notes are people saying "i wish i could block youtube ads on my phone/smart tv/game console". this is a problem, and a bad sign of what to come.

another thing that makes this concept technologically feasible and socially acceptable in my opinion is face id. Having a camera scan your face automatically before letting you progress has become normal. Its common to put tape over your webcam, but nobody puts tape over their phone camera. Somehow, we've been trained to view it differently. more broadly, I dont think the web is meant to be profitable. The old internet was full of small forums run at a loss fueled by the passion of their creators. When corporations moved in down the road with enough money to drive the forums away and take over, those corporations still didnt turn a profit. and they havent for a decade. Now they're getting desperate and they're going to extract as much as they can from their users to try and recoup those costs. Your outrage over the concept of this is important. Visible backlash to hostile practices works. its important that we all say Fuck That loudly and often. Youtube is adding a five second delay for firefox users: I read about this immediately after making the original post. this is such a brazen move by google. I hope they get in some serious shit for leveraging one monopoly to bolster another but im not familiar enough with international law to know if thats likely.

Regardless, google has been showing their hand lately with so many hostile decisions. Their only leverage is their user base. Don't help them. Switch to firefox. if you need to, you can make firefox pretend to be chrome for specific websites Ads are getting worse / loud ads in asmr videos / pragerU and other evil ads: Ad blocking still works! please use an ad block! install ublock origin! Youtube is working hard break ad blockers but the ublock devs are working harder to keep them working. you just need to update the filter lists every now and then. here's a guide I still want to support creators: Find a way to support them directly! youtube is a notoriously unreliable income source. Check how the creator you want to support would prefer you support them. Chucking them a few bucks once will go a lot further than watching ads.

Piss kink references: Thank you tumblr for being tumblr. A lot of the replies have been pretty heavy so these silly responses have been surprisingly refreshing.

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I highly recommend Cory doctorow's defcon talk about the state of the web and how we can fix it. it put words to things i'd been feeling for a long time and introduced me to new ways of thinking about some of this stuff. Its linked at the bottom.

Its been wild having this post break containment like this. Tumblr is my place for shouting into the void and im used to most of my original posts not getting much traction (which is fine, or maybe even the point). the concept of over thirty thousand people reading something i wrote is hard to even conceptualize. I wasn't at all prepared for this but its touching that so many people resonated with my anger and frustration.

Okay, i'm going to go outside and remind myself that there is still so much good in the world. Fighting corporations is important but don't forget to also marvel at a cool bug or something to balance it out [1] - DEF CON 31 - An Audacious Plan to Halt the Internet's Enshittification - Cory Doctorow [Invidious link] [yt]

[weirdmageddon]

the amount of times spamton lets kris know and emphasizes he won’t/can’t force them to do anything hits me so hard

he says it not just once, not twice, but three times. so its clearly really important to him that kris knows that.

if there’s one thing spamton deeply cares about, it’s the ability for people to make their own choices. to be able to think for themselves. just to have the option to follow their own judgment. you can of course, still persuade someone to do something, because if you persuade someone that’s still them weighing the pros and cons for themself. they still have the option to choose. he’s pretty principled in this regard.

he wants kris to be able to make their own choices too. as a puppet he can’t have that for himself, and he sees a kindered soul in kris—he sees them as an extension of himself, and so whatever logic applies to him applies to them as well, including his principle of the freedom of choice. that also means the concept of consent would be extremely important to him. he does not want to force his will upon others.

and that’s another point i should touch on. here’s another few lines that strike me as profound.

spamton immediately acknowledges after saying “NO, I DIDN’T HEAR ANYTHING JUST NOW!!!” that something was said, rendering the former line that he didn’t hear anything as bullshit. it’s really hard to put this into words, and i can’t describe it as anything other than desperate. he is so consciously aware of how fucked he is. but for whatever reasons he has a hard time being direct about it.

i do not believe this was due to some metatextual force preventing him from asking for help. i think it’s just his personality and his principles.

he doesn’t want to force his will on others. so he has to do it indirectly. he’d feel a bit of shame, i guess, in asking for help. i mean he does want help but he needs to ask for it indirectly. you know how some people are like, “just asking …. for a friend”? it’s EXACTLY like that. he knows he needs help and does want help but he can’t accept that. he can’t let himself seem cringe and maudlin with no good reason. so he has to cast his personal sentiment off into the objective ether and like, separate it from himself, or subject it to logical scaffolding. he doesn’t understand why someone would value individual sentiments over reason; it feels like an accident for him to be feeling something. unless he assumes control over it for the sake of creating a deliberate sentimental impact on others, he’s got the “if i said anything worrying no i didnt <3” mindset.

you could get it out of him but only if you sat down and went, “okay. let’s be real with each other..level with me. tell me your demons and i’ll tell you mine. fair?” and he realizes he has nothing to hide or lose. because what’s happening here is that you’d be giving him persmission—consent. he doesn’t want to drop something heavy on you if the context is not appropriate for it. he doesn’t want to impose his will on you. he won’t force you to listen, he can’t force you. the world does not move towards him, he moves towards the world. he needs your consent that it’s okay first. because otherwise he senses that he is bringing the atmosphere down. that is why spamton was so quick to brush off his cry for help. it wasn’t professional. it wasn’t in his controlled presentation that he chooses to manifest for the sake of others. and it’s like, “fuck i cant do that to a customer. fuck me. they don’t wanna hear that. i need to be a good host to them.” (and good GOD i feel that SO fucking hard it’s unreal. “how are you feeling?” hey hey that’s MY thing to ask. let’s not get too carried away.)

anyway. going back to the beginning, these lines, not only just by themselves in isolation, but also in the context of being repeated for emphasis, is genuinely one of spamton’s most touching aspects i think. auhhaaahhgghhh

[alciedoodles]

Hey Neyla! I hope it’s ok that I ask but is there a brush setting you prefer on procreate? I’ve been inspired by your art for eons but I can’t comprehend photoshop. You can totally disregard this if you don’t use procreate though!

Hello! I don't know how long this message's been sitting in my inbox because i didnt check in for a while 🥺 I hope you get to see this either way!

I don't use procreate unfortunately, but I can explain the settings I use for my brushes on CSP in general, and if it works like any other art software then you should have similar settings on procreate

for sketches/linework, I will very often use an opaque & slightly textured round brush. the most important for me is for the brush to have that fuzzy sort of texture that gives the impression of using a pen/marker on paper.

note that i am actually terrible when it comes to line weight, it's definitely not something i work on a lot other than in backgrounds, so I don't actually bother too much with pen pressure settings.

the only rule I abide to is to always set the minimum value above 0 (anywhere between 20-30 is what I use). this is because when I started drawing, I used to be very heavy-handed and would wear out my pens too quickly-- so setting a minimum can help you become more aware of how hard you're pressing on your pen and make gentler strokes.

another fun little setting i use is opacity: like I said, I use opaque brushes for lines, but I like to reduce a tiny bit of opacity when brushing very lightly to give that impression of pen on paper.

There's a couple more brushes I use for coloring or rendering; the major sticking point being that I don't use pen pressure to control brush size that much. If I want to make thinner/smaller strokes, I'll simply reduce the brush size because it's easier for me to control!

(also, opacity is something I'll use a lot more when I'm working on colors)

just know that this is my way of handling it, and it may not suit your style. pen pressure may be another artist's best friend, so please make sure you try out what works best for you :)

finally, some art softwares come with stabilization. I don't use it personally, unless i'm actually trying to do really smooth curves (which is practically never). stabilization can also make CSP lag a lot with higher values and large brushes. the use of stabilization doesn't make you a bad artist or a lazy one, and not using it can make your lines look a tiny bit wobbly if you're not used to doing quick strokes. use stabilization at your own leisure!

on a different note, i know this wasn't part of the question but I'm bringing this up since it's something I tend to hear from people who say they were inspired by my art (thank you by the way🥺💕!!) : don't be misled by artstyles that "make it look easy"! my sketches may look very simple and natural because i'm more adept at bringing out the essential and discarding details in a design. this is not necessarily what you want for your art style; maybe you like drawing details a lot, maybe you prefer the lazy way out going straight to the point. neither are good or bad, only what you like to do matters.

also, if you're frustrated by your work, don't be afraid to draw over it as many times as you want, adjusting things with the lasso tool or deform if something feels off then drawing over again. sometimes you'll be satisfied with your first take, and sometimes you'll need 3 bases before its acceptable (examples below)-- it all depends on your mood, energy, motivation, desired outcome, format, or even just randomness

oh and, sometimes the best way to enjoy drawing..is to find something to obsessively draw (,:

take care!

[d-druxy]

I originally put this in the tags but it got so long that I decided to just put it here instead:

This is such a difficult vote bc to me these games rank very differently depending on the criteria you put them against. I voted DA2 bc its the game I feel most at home at and also the one I think the most about. I didnt expect to love Hawke as much as I did and that really endeared them towards me. Varric is also an all time favorite guy of mine and I just generally deeply care for this little family of misfits and their bonds to each other.

Playing it however.. I had fun and its a servicable game, dont get me wrong, but I didnt love playing it. I do like that we see some actual art direction and exploration in da2 It has its own visual identity which DAO for all it strengths lacks imo.

I don't even mind that we're restricted to kirkwall. I think limiting a game towards an area can definitely be beneficial. But the game feels rushed and it really shows at times (the same three set pieces to battle some thugs in) I do think da2s combat has a very snappy look to it and feels the best to me in this game (at least animation wise). Especially the Rogue looks super fun jumping and teleporting all over the place (im so glad for mods bc the champions rogue armors color pallette is TERRIBLE). But even combat isnt flawless and I think it took a bit of a hit mechanics wise, at least when it comes to the ability trees. (tbf mechanics are never my speciality so thats all im gonna say about it)

As a whole package however?.... It will always be DAO. Im forever in love with the dwarf commoner origin and the rpg elements are heavy in this game, it's so fun. Theres so much to do and at least for this game it really makes you feel like your choices matter. The replayability is great

The differences between the origins are my favorite part and while I couldnt bring myself to try a different one out yet, its just great that the option is there and it allows for the creation of a variety of characters. It's such a solid base to play around with. The combat in this game feels a bit outdated and clunky to me but its straightforward and it works. (I also think it allows you more freedom to explore different builds? but again thats not something I really dabble in).

I will say; I wish that DAO had a stronger art direction in game. Its very much giving the same old classic fantasy and it just doesnt have a strong visual identity to call its own. I also think the graphics can be rough, a lot of the npcs look the same but honestly I can forgive it plus mods are always an option.

This is also the only DA game where I'm not super mad about how the dwarfs look (they have VERY long arms but I can deal. I exclude DA2 from this discussion tho bc we dont get to create/play as a dwarf in that game and I dont recall seeing any female dwarfs either(?)). There still is some sexual dysmorphism (especially in the concept art lmao) but its not nearly as bad as in DAI (< shudders).

Now.. DAI was my first Dragon Age Game. The glitz of it definitely impressed me back then and its still iconic in some regards.

But it didnt make me fall in love with Dragon Age as a whole. That would only happen once I played DAO and actually understood wtf was going on (years later after I tried playing DAI for the first time).

I think DAI is THE Dragon Age game when it comes to art design. It practically overflows with it. (Dear god the tarot cards aloneeee they're so fucking iconic!!). The visual identity of this game is SO strong and the environments are still super beautiful even now! They look distinct and really showcase the different parts of Dragon Ages world. I love the graphics despite the janky animations and even now i still think the way this game renders skin and certain fabrics is super pretty.

but the world feels super empty at times but there arent any real backgrounds for the Inquisitor (I actually missed the little info blurb for the inky you make gets, the first time around) but the rpg elements have been even more reduced but the races sexual dysmorphism in this game is atrocious (I hate the way the female dwarfs look in this fucking game) but some of the story decisions bloat dragon ages setting as a whole but the hairstyles in this game are soooo ugly. almost all of my Inkys have buzzcuts (< I jest but yeah) etc.. So my ranking of these games heavily depends on the part we base the ranking on. I love good art design and interesting visuals. I know a lot of people hate the out there- over the top fashion design in DAI and when I was younger I used to agree. But now?? HOW FUN! HOW INTERESTING!! I love that I can tell the historical fashion influences! I love how different orlais feels from ferelden! I can tell the people who designed those outfits enjoyed themselves!! And for that alone I will always love DAI. (doesnt help that im just unsure what I want my Inquisitor to be personality wise. Both DAO and DA2 give you such solid bases to build upon)

But I dont love it as much as either DA2 or DAO in a lot of other regards.

DAO is the strongest as a whole experience. DA2s cast is so memorable and beloved. My brain loves to chew on Hawke and their story and its fun how much youre able to interpret into it since its by an unreliable narrator. I also think the rival vs friendly mechanic for your companions was and interesting idea DAI is a beautiful game. I love the graphics and its art. The cast is still lovable but playing it feels like such a big undertaking and I will forever hate what they did to the female dwarfs in this game

[el-pada]

I dont wanna come off as pushy, but someday could you do a speed-paint video please? Ive asked like 20 tumblr artists key facts on learning stuff and like 11 of them went “speed-paints”, and your shit(affectionate) is cool so yea sorry for long ask bye gn I'm tired.

the few speedpaints ive recorded are heavy enough to crash my computer when i try to load them so have a set of stages in my drawings instead

sketch: i lay down the composition and body language, if im feeling confident ill also plan values but i didn't in this case. i try to keep a very loose vibe as the more layers to lineart the more stiff the characters can feel

lineart: shit gets cleaned up, characters and background defined, keep background, characters and foreground linearts on different layer groups, you'll thank me later

flats: the ugliest stage in my opinion but necessary, start planning a light source for the next step

base shadows: simple as well, just shade based on light source and bouncing light, you can also do some rendering on some parts. i like to do my initial shading without multiply layers as it gives it a bit of a painterly look

coloring the lineart: helps pull the piece together and add a sence of depth, this is also why we separated the lineart layers so they work more smoothly without cutting of colors

now i would consider this done but i wanted to change the mood so we now go onto extra stuff

here i did some heavy hue altering to a colder atmosphere, mostly using hue shift and lighting settings on editing

multiply layers are your friends for dramatic shadows, use them wisely, i actually erased them in mariza's hair to make it stand out

lighting time to make the shadows stand out more, remember that its also going to reflect on surfaces near them so keep a track or those. i used glow layers for this

value check! something that should be done across the entire process, helps you track your shadows and lights without the colors getting in the way. use it to avoid muddy areas of greys on your art

mess around with some settings and gradient maps and boom! you got your fully done ilustration, theres a lot i didnt touch on like painting rendering and some extra pizzaz i like to add but im running out of image capacity and time so i hope this helped

happy drawing!

[bonefries]

I rate Sigma Overwatch’s sprays from 0-10

alright lets go, just going in the order that these files come in this folder

1000/10: Because I get to see him sitting and even though he’s thinking hard about something he’s throwing a bouncy ball to help him focus. Also his hair is particularly white here and I think thats very sexy old man of him.

50/10: Catbox, Catboy, its all the same theory. Sigma likes catboys, not up for debate. We know why. 

3/10: Just not fond of it. I know the sprays and their rendering gets super obscured but this one just got absolutely decimated I guess. Just being real with yall. 

10/10: Like the shading colors, he’s smirking. Rock vaguely looks like a heart. Love that for him. 

6/10: I just don’t like how the hat was drawn. I don’t think it needed to be there or could’ve been shaped better. Other than that decent spray. Wish he was happier looking though. 

9/10: I have this spray as a sticker and its just very cute fsr. Its simple and the color is exquisite and nice on the eyes. 

100000000000/10: There is something mysteriously and eerily sexy about this spray and it’s one of my favorites.  

2/10: Just because he is my husband doesn’t mean I’m not going to be an honest man. I Highly Dislike this spray because I think the art style is unappealing af. It’s just a personal preference, I hate all of the sprays that come in this style.  i didnt realize how long this post was going to be so im doing the rest under the cut to spare everyone else’s life: 

9/10: Solid rating with no goofing. While I take up some issues with some of the expressions in his other sprays showing pain, there is something about the composition of this one that I absolutely love. Its very aesthetic for me, speaks to his character, and the colors are beautiful. Wish his eyes were his usual periwinkle though which is why this isn’t receiving a perfect score. 

5/10: Not really sure what it is about this one that I’m not so fond of. I can appreciate the colors and his profile. But other than that theres something visually here that I don’t find appealing. Not sure what it is.

8/10: Decent rating, its nothing crazy. Since reference and has nice colors but thats about all my critique for this one.

11/10: Lovely hand, lovely gesture. Wanna squish the bean pads. Nice colors. 

6/10: This one is actually one of my favorites despite the rating not being solid. Only because while I love the colors and the concept, the idea of it makes me sad. The idea that it reflects Sieb’s trauma makes me sad, despite it being a rational depiction of such. 

50000000/10: love little christmas charm sieb, hope he gets a skin of this outfit some day. Hes so cute. Happy smiles thats all I want. I could kiss him.

3/10: CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF I’M NOT ACTUALLY SUPER ABOUT THIS SPRAY. WHY? Because I’m being nitpicky and I want him receptors on the sides to be THE TEAL THAT THEY ARE. Not GREEN. 

5/10: I feel like halfway rating with this one is fair. I like to imagine that thats Sieb’s hand writing and that makes me happy. But this spray is hard to look at for long periods of time because this kind of text squish is hurtful on my eyes. 

9/10: I actually hate this skin but fsr the spray makes it incredibly sexy. It actually got sexier the second time (this time) that I looked at it. Good for him.

6/10: Reasons for this rating, while I love the pose and intimidation this spray is posing, I also get sad to see Sieb’s strained expressions. I think his powers do have limits and they do effect him depending. And seeing all this big ass heavy equipment on him gives me conflicted feelings. He has a lot to carry, and he’s just lucky he has gravity powers to help. (I mean this metaphorically and literally.)

7/10: I love the art and concept on this one. He’s just so grumpy looking is all. My poor boy. 

9/10: He’s 7 ft tall and it shows and I am here for it. 

9/10: Remember when I said I was conflicted about seeing all that equiptment on him? Well its true, but I’m just going full thirst on this spray to say look at how fucking massive this man is. I want him to grab me with those hands and pitch me like a baseball. 

4/10: The pained expression in this along with the concept of it (as well as connection once again to his trauma) unsettles me and makes me feel the brain hurting juice. Nothing further.

1000000000000000000/10: This is one of my favorite sprays because its just casual work setting and gives me more insight on his lab uniform. His hair here also gets me barking like a rabid chihuahua. 

10/10: This gets a solid rating for A) Lab Coat Outfit and B) Seeing him again with the help of an object to stim while he thinks. (The squeeze ball) 

10/10: I cant not give halloween Sieb a solid score. I think this is adorable, but I don’t believe it’s Sieb as a kid. I think it’s just a child dressed up like him with no attachment to lore or anything. But its still very cute. 

100/10: I love the pixel sprays so much, simple and cute. 

6/10: I’m really not too crazy about the pose for the dragon spray. I feel like they could’ve done something a little more dynamic especially given he has gravity powers. But alas. 

9/10: This spray is on the same level as the apple head spray from earlier on in the post. Congrats if you’ve made it this far btw. But I love the soft expression on the left being challenged with the frightened/frustrated one on the right. 

0/10: I am not fond of this spray because of how much pain he appears to be in along with the implications all the junk flying around him has. Upsets me. 

50/10: I don’t care about the fish onions I just care about looking at my husbands huge ass arms and seeing him enjoy a smelly fish treat. Its what he deserves. Also what that mouth do. 

10/10: Solid perfect score because I have strong emotions about Van Gogh. And I think the interest between Siebren and Van Gogh, especially as two men who were/are fighting with mental illness speaks volumes about Sieb’s character. This spray makes me feel something in my chest that I can’t whole heartedly explain, but it isn’t a bad thing. 

10/10: Another perfect score, because I think this spray is a good mixture of Sieb’s character between the musical elements and his scientific work. He’s also smiling which is rare to find in his sprays.  

544386238043723507435742634387236804307403857435748035474803548744307384385740385748037408357438570480bark bark barK BARK /10: sexiest image in the entire game of overwatch nobody @ me i dont take constructive criticism 

[introloves]

— demon! satori + corruption + extreme sacrilege + back shots + hair pulling + overstimulation + creampie + f! reader

— wc; 1k

“i saw you crying in the chapel”

he thinks you’re beautiful.

morning light breaking into a hundred peices against your skin, catching in your hair- running down with each drop.

it’s the smell of you that brings him out, the sweetness of your tears falling against the floor.

he walks toward you, soft footfalls echoing into the cold and empty chapel.

“its a shame, isnt it?” he calls to you, watching your head lift from the safety of your hands, peering at him with wide and glossy eyes. he can see the remnants of your pain, of your despair- of all the unanswered prayers leaking down your palms, running down your arms and face.

“they never answer.”

even he sounds sad, a stark contrast to the way his lips have curled into a small smile. you might think it’s for comfort, but it’s mocking. silently challenging a higher power to stop him from taking you.

and of course, they won’t.

the words have died in your mouth long ago- nothing tumbles from your lips as he nears, not with the way he leans down and offers you a hand, despite the pain and desperation still pooled in every crease of your palm.

head tilted down to offer a sense of comfort, letting you know he wasnt there to hurt you, lulling you into a false sense of security. it didnt seem to take much to convince you, he supposes its why he liked picking the ones on the cusp of hopelessness.

hands meet and you dont catch the way his already vibrant hair seems to catch every refraction of light pouring through the stained glass.

there’s a smell of smoke permeating the air, it’s faint, but it makes you want more- gentle tugging brings you close to him.

with glazed eyes, you look up at him, captivated in how beautiful the color is. you don’t see or hear his lips move as he recites scripture over and over. looking down at you still caught in the same stupefied manner- lust and hunger lurking behind his actions.

“ye shall overthrow their altars.” he prays all the while releasing your hand, capturing your chin instead- tipping your head up to look at the concaved ceiling.

“and break their pillars.” his hand crawls up your neck, curling around your pulse points, tips of his fingers finding purchase in the hook of your jaw.

“and burn their groves with fire.” the gentle lull of his voice keeps you silent and still, even as he squeezes. even as he leans down and clasps his lips around your throat, a tongue much too thin and wet to be considered normal laving up, up and up.

the taste of him is heavy, something like ash and it nearly burns, it’s pure heat being exhaled into your lungs and it makes you dizzy.

gentle and shaky hands come up to hold onto his shoulders, a contrast to how he takes your mouth. pure lust and want make you crumble against him, eyes closed in the feeling of something wet swiping against your lips.

it’s not a tongue, not a tongue by human standards, but it doesn’t scare you, not even when he curls it into your waiting mouth, swiping against your teeth.

you’re good, he thinks as you’re pulling him in closer. not afraid, unwavering as he tugs your body against his.

an unholy being like him shakes as you cry out a plea- turning to him in solace. it’s what he feeds off, makes his skin tingle, fire inside him stroked as you settle your hips against his own.

“give me your name.” he whispers, pulling away from the sweetness of your mouth.

“y/n.” it’s uttered almost too easily, he knows you know there’s something off about him, but you still give it to him.

it makes him tip his head back. the moment you speak your name- he moans out into the chapel- it seems to vibrate off the walls, deepening as it echoes, all before it returns back to your ears in the form of a growl. he whispers your name again and again, the hands holding onto your thighs sink in deeper each time.

he brings you down, palms roaming up your legs, up your side- to rest at either sides of your neck once more.

“what would you give me, if i could take all your pain away?” satori breathes onto your lips, slithering his ‘tongue’ up the trail of still wet tears, cold atop the warmth of your cheeks.

his eyes widen slightly when you turn around silently, untangling yourself from his being, pushing the sweet little sunday dress up and over the curve of you, leaning over to rest your palms against the cold and ungiving wood of a pew.

he cant think of the last time he was ever rendered speechless or surprised, to think a little, broken, soft human like you was the one to stop all thoughts makes him shiver, head tipping back to chuckle freely.

it doesnt take long for him to sink into you, hand clasping up to entangle long fingers in your hair, pulling you up to hear him- words branded onto your naked skin with each thrust. nails scrape the lacquer off the wood, held tightly in your hands as he takes you.

you’ve never felt this good, there’s pure pleasure crawling up your back, traveling along your spine and down each limb. screams leave your drooling mouth freely, hoping, wanting someone to come see what this... man is doing to you.

he fucks the wetness out of you, splattering it against his feet, it runs down your legs and your orgasm brings more tears- the smell of it twisting in with the cum still pouring out of your battered pussy. he brings you to a point of overstimulation that might be too much, body slumping against his hold, kept upright by only the entanglement of his fingers in your tresses and the hold planted firmly onto your neck.

he starts the prayer once more, wanting to see the verse through- he thinks the words are real pretty, likes the way he can feel the eyes of holy beings drill into the back of his head while he takes you.

“ye shall hew down the graven images of their gods.” satori pants directly into your ear, not stopping despite the way you thrash against him, this was the price you had to pay- a small exchange of your own essence in order for him to truly heal you.

how could anyone think that a being of pure carnal lust- born from sin couldn’t do a better job of repairing the soul of a dirty and inherently sinful human?

he would take it- take you and break you down, orgasm by orgasm, bring you on the cusp of unconsciousness- before truly mending the pain and hurt.

he begins the tugging of your hair once more, moving your head to look directly ahead- blurry eyes focus on the sad image of a cross.

“and destroy the names of them out of that place.” he finishes, pushing into you with the final thrust, cumming inside you with a ferocity that has it squirt from where you’re connected.

it joins your own, puddles of it coagulating in clumps as it drops down from your cunt.

“say my name-” satori whispers, and despite not uttering it once, you know it.

“satori.” it leaves you with ease, it sounds like honey and it rumbles in the walls around you.

his body shakes behind you, and you whimper with the way his hold tightens.

“you’re mine.” he barks, hysterical and loud, facing directly at the altar- smiling wickedly when the chapel seems to bend, twist, and shake... all before settling back down.

you sound so sweet, crying out his name in reverence, seeking the warmth of his being- the warmth he could provide.

claiming you, keeping your soul in his filthy hands was the best thing he’s done in a while, and all because:

“he saw you crying in the chapel.”

[obey-only-me]

HC Erotic Massage By: Akuzondelivery

Lucifer - Master of the Temple Massage

- You mentioned you had headache and he was happy to share his favorite relief technique. Mastered by the countless headaches endured from Mammon, his fingers felt heavenly on your aching temples.

- You relaxed and let the pain ease away when you heard him chuckle. “Such a lovely face. I wonder what you would look like if I touched you elsewhere?”

- Will definitely drag out a slow body massage as foreplay. Would want to watch you in a mirror so he could watch your expressions change. Seeing his bare hands trace your skin was so arousing, and he knew how much you loved it.

- Doesn't really knead or poke but rubs and gives feather like touches to ease you. Especially inside you. The more he can tease you the better.

Mammon - Master of the Neck Massage

- Well if you’re tired of course he’s going to give you a massage! You’re his responsibility after all. Once his hands go under the collar of your shirt he’s excited. Mammon knew the neck massage. having hung his head in shame for too long.

- Would rather you initiate the massage somehow; whether he gives or receives. Has a hard time admitting he just wants to touch you all the time, but its cute making him say it.

-“I just...just let me touch you. Ill make you feel good.” he’ll demand with a flush face once you squeeze it out of him.

-Once his hands are on your bare skin, he wont be able to resist the rest of you. Will deeply knead and thrust against you and in you.

Levi - Master of the Hand Massage

- His hands hurt from gaming all the time to he knows what to do when your hand gets a cramp. He’ll trace your hands and massage your wrist with professional concentration.

- When you tell him it feels good he goes back to being a blubbering mess.

- Will absolutely melt if you give him a massage. Even if you didnt intend for it to get sexual, he will get aroused. He cant get enough of your touch.

- If you’re willing to play along he’ll start guiding your hands around his, hoping you’ll massage more of him.

Satan - Master of Shoulder Massage

- When you’re stressed and angry it goes right to the shoulders. And this boy knows stress. Only needs a few minutes to rub your tension away and render you a melted puddle. You may fall asleep if he feels like going the extra mile.

- He uses a heavy hand when he pets you in bed, and will knead and caress you so gently you’ll want to cry.

- When he’s not being sensual and soothing though, his massages are rewards for being a good kitten.

- “Awwe...does kitty want some attention? Come purr for me and I’ll pet you.”

Asmo - Master of the Back Massage

- Well of course he knows the back, and each person’s is like a map for him to explore. Knows where all your knots and stress is, and knocks it out of there. As a hobby he looked into different techniques like cupping and hot stone so on a self care day you will be spoiled.

- When he gets the oil out is when you know this massage isnt going to just be for you. And you were in for some magical foreplay.

- After you’ve been covered in oil, he’ll insist you do the same for him. Dont worry though, he’ll be guiding your oiled up hands so you learn his body as well as he knows yours.

- “Dont worry, Ill show just how I like it.”

Beel - Master of the Leg Massage

- Athletic experience made him learn a lot about leg and other body injuries. So of course he new what to do when you said your legs hurt from cooking that night.

-You have to lay down so he can flex and pull your thighs, and it’ll definitely end up turning you both on.

- His hands are so big and it doesn't take much pressure for them to feel good against your body. Everywhere he touches will feel amazing.

- When he’s feeling especially romantic he with trace your whole body with his hands, but you’ll have to clue him in when you want him to be rougher.

Belphie - Master of the Foot Massage

- You asked him for a massage after a long day and he decided to be nice to you for once. He’d never done it before but ended up having MAGIC fingers.

- Will absolutely take the chance to tickle you if you are ticklish there and tease you about your feet. “Be lucky I like you, I’m not touching anyone else’s feet.”

- Touching you will only lead to his hands wandering more. And he will be wanting to touch all of you.

- These magic fingers know exactly where you want to be touched most. Areas so sensitive that when touched you arch and moan.

[lovetenya]

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

pairing: tamaki amajiki x gender neutral reader

warnings: one swear word and some emotional language, but it ends in comfort. no tamaki amajiki angst or slander allowed in my house. just fluff.

word count: about 1.5k

author’s note: i love you, tamaki amajiki. that’s why you get the honor of being dedicated my favorite color. mwwwwah.

being in love with tamaki amajiki is orange.

it’s warm, it’s passionate, it’s soft, it’s gentle.

it’s pure, genuine, and it feels like home.

it’s the light that comes through the window on the weekend, shining perfectly into your eyes.

 on a normal morning, there isn’t time to waste. he has to leave early, so he pulls on his underclothes, puts his coat on, and then leaves, since his suit and quirk-enhancing food is stored at the agency. mornings together don’t normally last longer than it takes him to lightly shake you awake and say “bye, honey. i hope you have a good day.” and give you a quick kiss.

orange is the juice he pours as soon as he wakes up, the one you taste when he kisses you, saying it’s “better than tasting my morning breath.” you’re not one to complain, especially not about getting kisses from tamaki. they usually make him flustered, so you’ll take as many as you can get.

today is different. though. it’s ten on a saturday morning and tamaki is right next to you, sound asleep. his tired eyes are closed and his expression is one lacking all tension, and full of peace.

he deserves it, you think, considering the night before. you had a meal ready for him when he got home late, but he barely even made it through that. his eyes drooped and his shoulders sagged while he ate, and he looked more pale than usual.

you suggested, “tama, do you wanna shower and then head to bed? we don’t have to stay up late just because it’s friday.” 

“sure, honey. that sounds nice,” he yawned, holding his head in his hands.

“i’ll clean up dinner and meet’cha in our room, okay?”

“okay...” he hopped off of his chair at the counter and made his way to your room to get undressed. within ten minutes, the dishes were done, but you didn’t hear tamaki start the shower. what’s he doing in there? you wondered.

you made your way toward the bedroom, not wanting to startle him or walk in on him changing. you knocked lightly on the door before asking “tamaki? are you okay?” 

when there was no response, you turned the doorknob and quietly opened the door to see your dear tamaki laying on the bed, fast asleep and fully dressed. he must’ve sat down to take off his bottoms and fell asleep. 

poor baby, you thought. i didnt realize he was that tired.

lightly, you walked to the side of the bed where he was lying on his back with his legs hanging off the edge. you moved his bangs away from his face and kissed his forehead sweetly. he looked so peaceful, but he couldn’t sleep in his work clothes. there’s no way that’s sanitary or comfortable. 

“tama, baby. sit up for me so we can take your clothes off and go to bed.”

“mm..” he whimpered, eyes still closed. he didn’t move.

“come on, bub. sit up, please. let’s get some pajamas on, okay?” a pair of pajama pants and an old t-shirt never sounded better to tamaki, even though he was still half-asleep.

“okay...” he sat up and sleepily hugged your torso, putting his cheek to your chest. you stood in front of where he was sitting, and he slowly raised his arms to let you peel off his underclothes and finish getting him undressed. you put the t-shirt over his arms, and he slowly pulled it down over his head and back. next, the bottoms. you grabbed a pair of boxers from his drawer and held them out to him.

“here, tama, put on some clean underwear. yours probably stink.”

“nuh-uh. m’not stinky. m’ just sleepy...”

“i’m just kidding, bub. change quick so we can go to sleep.”

he pulled on his boxers and pair of pajama pants, then got under the soft, smooth covers. you got your pajamas on (a peach-colored t-shirt and some shorts) then flicked off the light and layed down next to him.

his eyes were already shut and he was breathing lightly, so you assumed he was asleep. even though you really missed him this week, you didn’t want to bother him by grabbing his hand or trying to hold him.

“mmph.” he grunted, stirring softly. you didn’t reply, figuring he was just making noises in his sleep. he did the same thing one of the first times you shared a bed, but he was really embarrassed upon hearing about it, so you didn’t bring it up again.

again, he asserted, “mmm!!” but more displeased this time.

“what’s wrong, tama?” you asked. he rolled toward you.

“are you.. are you mad at me?” he asked weakly, desperately hoping that you’d say no. there were sleepy, fearful tears welling in his eyes, but he wasn’t conscious enough to care to hide them.

“not at all, baby, why would i be mad at you?”

“well.. you didn’t.. you didn’t even try to.. you’re not even..” he paused, trying to compose himself. you didn’t interrupt, knowing he’d make his point at his own pace. he always said what he meant eventually.

he continued, “you’re not even holding my hand.. and i just.. really missed you.. and.. i didn’t mean to.. make you upset by being gone this week but i just.. there were so many guys out there.. and i had to help ‘em.. and i’m sorry i didn’t come home until late but--” he couldn’t hold back his tears any longer, his long hours at work rendering him overtired and sensitive. the tears flowed down his face, and you quickly, but softly, reached out to him, bringing him closer.

“oh baby, i’m so sorry. i’m not mad at you.”

“y-you promise?”

“yeah, honey, i promise. c’mere. let me cuddle you.”

you moved over to him, pulling him close. with all the strength he could muster, he wrapped his arms around you, snuggling his head into your neck. you pet his hair gently, soothing him to sleep and reassuring him through soft kisses to his head. his anxiety-fueled cries turned to sniffles, which eventually turned to light snores.

he just really didn’t want to lose you. he didn’t think he could bear to go without you, and you felt the same way. you worried about him terribly while he was out, but never wanted to show him you were afraid for him. you knew he’d take on your emotions and then there’d be two crying lovers. 

you bottled up your emotions until you couldn’t handle it anymore, bursting into tears at the slightest change of tamaki’s tone of voice. these moments of emotional intensity often did end in both of you crying, and nights much like this, where you held each other impossibly close. letting go was out of the question.

—

tamaki was so tired this week because he had what can only be described as, well, a super shitty week, so fatgum gave him the weekend off. their conversation went like this:

“i don’t.. mean to be rude by disagreeing, but i just can’t take the whole weekend off. i need to be out there.. helping you.”

“no way, amajiki. what ya’ need is to rest. you can’t do your best work next week if ya’ don’t take a break this week, so go home and rest and then come back on monday ready to go.”

“but--”

“don’t make me call y/n! they’ll make you stay home!” fatgum warned, knowing you’d do exactly that.

tamaki sighed in defeat, “fiiiiiiine.” you’re the only person he’d willingly lose to, time and time again. if his defeat meant your victory, he was okay with losing.

—

orange is is the color of the terra-cotta pots that hold the herbs you planted on your balcony.

“they’re gonna taste so good once they grow! aren’t you excited?” you asked him, hands covered in dirt.

“yeah, if i don’t forget to water them and kill them first,” he deadpanned, tilting the watering can a bit too far and spilling it all over your shoes.

“tamaki!!” 

“sorry!!!”

—

orange is your perfect creation. it’s the bleeding together of your crimson red tenderness and his frail yellow anxiety. while you’re there to reassure him, and he’s always there to ground you, noticing the details you missed. you compliment each other in a way that creates something so much stronger, and can never be separated.

orange is the feeling in your heart when he says your name, whether he’s reminding you about that event he has coming up, or when he just wants to hear it breathlessly between kisses. he’ll never get enough of them. he’ll never get enough of you. 

orange is the always-growing warmth of his love, and it’s the glowing sparks of fire that fly between you. loving him is easy.

orange is the fluttering of eyelashes as you fall asleep together for the first time, it’s the wholehearted comfort cultivated over time, and it’s the countless pinky promises sealed with kisses. when his heavy heart needs uplifting, you promise to be there. orange is a promise you intend to keep.

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thanks for reading!

love, tj. 🧋

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Im so sorry I dont have many braincella to fully reply to you rn CORRECTLY WITH ALL MY THOUGHTS ON AVATAR CAUSE YOU ARE BRILLIANT AND DESERVE MORE THAN MY HALFASLEEP THOUGHTS

Sona is water

Elias is fire

:D

YOU READ MY MIND

so im not sure if we're doing this in the ATLA time period but if so hear me out

elias is a famous deserter of the fire nation army, one of only two men to ever survive fleeing (second of course being General Jeong Jeong) {au equivalent to him helping defeat yanluo}

he becomes a refugee and flees to the southern water tribe, falls in love, and has two children with sona (who isn't a bender for the sake of the story I refuse to say elias didnt give her up to the fire nation bender killings out of the kindness of his heart I feel like we're all on the same page here with that)

however during the early fire nation raids that practically wiped out the southern benders, elias wounds sona and actively chooses to return with the fire nation raiders {instead of alcoholism causing a hated absent father, he returns to the enemy that hurt his own family} (we'll say alastair hadn't shown signs of bending yet which is why elias didnt take him during the raid, once again I will never trust this man) (this also fits the parallel of alastair and katara both running the family and being the last benders of the southern tribe)

the wound renders sona unable to move for a little while but the emotional trauma is what causes her to leave a heavy burden and be emotionally unavailable to her children, especially the eldest.

like canon, alastair becomes the man of the house and has to be the one to take care of cordelia without the help of their mother

but this time instead of having to protect cordelia from an abusive father, he has to protect her from the scorn and hatred of the rest of the tribe members because she's inherited firebending, the bending of the man they had accepted into their home and been betrayed by, the bending of the nation that took so much from them. alastair has it a little easier because he has water bending but that means the entire duty of protecting the family's reputation and protecting cordelia falls on his shoulders alone

THE ISOLATED CHILDHOOD, INSTEAD OF THEM MOVING AROUND A LOT BECAUSE OF ELIAS ITS BECAUSE ALASTAIR KEEPS HER AWAY FROM THE OTHER CHILDREN BECAUSE THEY HATE HER FOR HAVING ELIAS'S BENDING

AND ONE DAY SHE HAS TO REALIZE THAT HER ENTIRE CHILDHOOD WAS A LIE, SHE DIDNT HAVE TO PLAY ALONE SIMPLY TO CONTROL HER BENDING IT WAS BECAUSE EVERYONE WAS SCARED OF HER BUT SHES NOT AN EMOTIONALLY DEFENSIVE PERSON SHE WOULDVE JUST BEEN SO SAD AS A KID AND ALASTAIR KNEW THAT SO HE HAD TO MAKE SURE SHE DIDNT KNOW

he also has to grow up alone with no bending teacher and teach himself similar to how canon alastair raises himself

I am also exhausted this is the best my tired brain can come up with BUT ITS SOMETHING

[ikemen-girl]

IKEMEN SENGOKU-

MITSUHIDE × MC

ONE SHOT-

The Most Beautiful Smile...

Genre- Romance and Fluff❤

Spoilers from Mitsuhide's route.

Hope you all enjoy! Here we go😉!

Mitsuhide looked at his dearest little mouse, who was sleeping on his lap after sharing her terrifying experience with Yoshiaki Ashikaga. He terribly regretted making his little mouse involved in such a mess. But now, his main concern was making them pay for making a kitsune's wife cry.

He also knew very well that his little mouse was a very strong girl, he was genuinely surprised when she expressed her anger that she was not the only one going through such humiliation, many more are getting stripped of their dignity everyday, her eyes burnt with rage and hot tears while she clenched her fists,"It's not fair to anyone!"

"How can there be any person as pure as you, my love? Your heart is made of gold and I will protect it with everything I have, I promise you, my dear one..", he gently murmured, his eyes tender, he caressed her hair gently and kissed a goodnight kiss on her forehead securing the promise which she doesn't need to know.

"Before they pay the price for their misdeeds after 2 days, I would like to gift you a happy memory to cherish which can always bring a beautiful smile on your face, little mouse", Mitsuhide whispered to himself.

Next Morning-

She woke up and got dressed up for the day.

"Where is Mitsuhide?", she wondered, coming out of the inn.

She doesn't know for sure whether his words last night were completely true or an act but she was very happy and grateful for his immense, constant emotional support. She felt a sweet fluttering in her heart when she recalled all her memories with him. Even though, he was a traitor to the Oda forces and a big tease in her eyes, she still enjoyed his presence and felt safest with him. Her cheeks warm up when she remembered the way, Mitsuhide dried her tears and comforted her. She didnt realise but her heart became his when he found her last night.

"Can you distribute these sweets to those kids, Miss?", asks Kamekechi, appearing very busy for the upcoming event.

"Oh yes! Sure! By the way, have you seen Mitsu?", she asked.

"Thank you so much, Miss! Mitsu? Hmmm....I don't know, he must be around", said Kamekechi, trying his best to hide his amused smile as he ran away to avoid further questions.

"Wait....?", she looked confused at his hurried pace but she sighs and made her way towards the kids.

Even all the troupe members were looking way toooo amused at her for some reason, she felt awkward but shrugged it off as her imagination.

"Dear kids, here are your favourite sweets!", she happily distributed them.

"Thank you, Miss!", the children beamed happily at her while stuffing their adorable small mouths with the sweets and they ran in different directions.

"Hmm? Where are you all running off? Wait!", she started walking towards them, concerned.

"Everyone is acting pretty strange today...", she murmured as she lost the sight of the kids.

She suddenly heard the music of flute, which made her stop in her tracks, it was so melodious she turned her head towards the sound and she gasped with surprise of the sheer beauty infront of her eyes.

"Mitsu!", she exclaimed happily. He looked so delicate with a flute.

The troupe members along with Mitsuhide who was playing a flute and the children were dancing without a care in the world, upcoming event forgetten for a short time. Kamekechi was beating the drums happily besides him.

Mitsuhide flashed a foxy grin looking towards her beautiful wife who was already tapping her feet with excitement and walks towards her tucking his flute inside his costume with utmost grace.

"May I have the honour of my dear wife joining me for the dance along with everyone?", asks Mitsuhide extending his hand towards her.

The troupe members, even the children looked at them with heart-eyes while Kamekechi blushed happily, expecting her to say "yes".

"Yes! Absolutely!", she took his hand eagerly, interwining her fingers with him.

The children showered rose petals on everyone especially on Mitsuhide and his little mouse happily.

Mitsuhide flashed a genuine smile towards her for a moment, his heart full of warmth of happiness, he replaces it with his usual foxy grin to avoid detection by his little mouse.

She broke into a run towards the group with Mitsuhide being dragged by her.

"Oh my! My fiesty little mouse!", Mitsuhide chuckled, struggling to keep his balance.

"My sneki fox!", she giggled with happiness.

His heart did a big *bathump* at her emphasis on "My". He barely managed to school his expression with his usual smirk this time.

Everyone laughed at their playful exchange of words as they started dancing all together.

Clapping, singing, tapping feet, going round and round in circles, hand in hand, Mitsuhide and his dear wife along with everyone dance without a care in the world. She laughs happily, dancing crazily along with Mitsuhide who happily joins in the fun and follows his little one in her carefree and cheerful dance.

Mitsuhide couldn't remember the last time when he ever had this much fun and enjoyment in his whole life, his heart filled with happiness and love for his little mouse, her laughter was the most melodious music to his ears.

He decorates her hair with a flower crown to which she seem pleasantly surprised, she blushed happily while touching it tenderly.

"Awwww", a kid murmured happily out of nowhere.

Her blush deepens while Mitsuhide let out a laugh seeing her cute expression.

After the group dance ends, one of the kids came skipping towards her and whispered something in her ear while Mitsuhide eyed the kid curiously.

"So miss, how was the surprise? Mitsu planned this little celebration for he says that he loves you dearly! But we also love you! Don't forget that!", the kid whispered happily.

He knew by her sudden softened facial expressions that the naughty kid has revealed his plans to his dearest mouse.

"I love you too!", she cuddled the kid gently. The other kids pouted and they jump on her for a tight group hug. She laughed and said "I love you all! Lemme breathe!"

When the kids let her go, she moves towards Mitsuhide and asks a simple question- Did you do this for me?

"Obviously, Miss! Your husband wanted to give you a surprise from all of us saying that you were too precious for him and the love of his life and asked for everyone's cooperation in this plan with a such a earnest expression on his face, now, how can we refuse such an adorable request from a dutiful and loving husband? It was a win-win situation as we all also got a needy break during a tight schedule!", says Kamekechi happily.

"Revealing the plan to her was not in the deal, Kamekechi!", Mitsuhide let out a deep sigh but smiles wryly.

Kamekechi just laughed at his words.

After hearing Kamekechi's words, she understood the whole purpose of his plan, he wanted her to carry the happy memories back to Azuchi and wanted to cheer her up since yesterday's incident was a heavy blow to her dignity. He wanted to help her and bring a smile on her face.

She was overwhelmed with joy and was left speechless.

While some terrifying experiences cannot be completely erased from the mind but caring for each other can heal the wounds and helps in moving on in life.

"Why my dear wife, such a soft expression? Have I won your heart?", asks Mitsuhide with a teasing tone.

She moved towards him hearing his question, she wanted to be a tease for once like him too, but her feelings were honest, she gently reached up and cradled his cheeks in her little hands and kissed his cheek with the most affectionate touch, much to everyone's surprise including the kitsune himself.

The children covered their eyes and everyone gasps collectively in adoration.

"Thank you so much, my dear husband!", she looked at him with her brightest smile and moist eyes.

Mitsuhide.exe. stopped working.

"You both are so ADORABLE!", the troupe members exclaimed happily in chorus.

Mitsuhide was rendered speechless and there was a deep blush on his face, his heart racing madly, seeing her dazzling smile and the tender way she said those words, he struggled and ultimately failed terribly to regain his composure so he turned on his heels clumsily nodding with a small voice of "Welcome".

"Ahem, I...I remember that I..I have an important task to do....related to upcoming event! Let's go...Kamekechi!", said Mitsuhide curtly dragging him along.

Kamekechi raised his eyebrows, completely amused by the situation.

She didn't expect him to be so flustered and she blushed as well but was very happy to discover a new and very adorable side of Mitsuhide.

"Always teasing me, now he is the one being adorable!", she giggled happily.

"My little one, I am glad to see that my purpose of making you happy has been successful and thank you for the most beautiful smile and all the fun, you have given me today, even though I don't deserve the warmth for I betray and torture lives, it felt great to receive such a warm expression from someone, especially from you, I will selfishly engrave these special moments in my memory forever as love for you has rendered me helpless, my dear!", Mitsuhide thought with a gentle smile on his face, walking away with Kamekechi.

"Now, I will make them pay a big price who made a kitsune's wife cry, wait for me, my dearest little mouse!", thought Mitsuhide turning back to look at her when their eyes met and they both smiled warmly and shared a nod at each other.

"Thank you for coming in my life!", both thought at the same time looking at each other happily.