#i need to keep practicing my line art and clothing

[kismetmoon]

what if he had like…proper dad drip…

[ID: a digital uncoloured drawing of an original, stylised Flatland character named Atlas on a light grey background.

Atlas is an isosceles triangle with limbs, a single eye and a star-shaped pupil, a bushy eyebrow, a chip on his top corner, scars on his side and across his eye, clawed hands and a long tail with a V-shaped tip.

He is wearing a hoodie under an oversized leather jacket, wide straight leg trousers and platform boots.

Atlas is standing and turned slightly to the right. He is holding up his left hand as though waving, while his right hand is held down at his side in a horizontal fist. His tail is curled in a C-shape to his right. He has a relaxed, half-lidded expression with his eyebrow slightly raised. He is looking over to the left.

End ID].

[vetyr]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sleeplesssmoll]

I think Vertin might be a tactile person.

Here are examples taken from the voice lines and context clues.  This isn't an all conclusive list of touchy interactions, just what I could find. Someone stop her before she gets hurt. Update: I'm going to keep adding on as we find more interactions together because this is really fun.

Sotheby (hat and hair): Stop it! You can't just touch an adult's head! (She is 13. Vertin probably sees her as a baby and pat her head).

Bette (hands): Ha ha ... They might be a little rough. To tightly grab the eave does require abundant practice. (assuming Vertin is holding her hand. Don’t ask me how we got here.)

Rabies (clothing and torso): Straws ... be hugged. Rabies ... feels it. (she hugged him 🥹)

A Knight (hat and hair): One step further, and you will be in close contact with Someone's nose... As long as you can hit Someone's head. (how close is Vertin standing to the AK? Or maybe she was looking for an invisible head to pat.)

Mesmer Jr (Hands) :Compared to the incurable anxiety, these wounds are minor. Oh, watch your distance. (smh Vertin not everyone likes being touched.)

Melania (hat and hair): "Well done. Please keep on." ...Aren't you going to say that? (more headpats but Melania needs vocal praise too.)

Lilya

Clothing and torso:  Feel awesome? Now it's my turn to pet you. (...what is Vertin petting? This is clothing and torso but I'm lost.)

Hat and hair: You should be grateful that I am too lazy to move now. Or you should know that the first-class pilot’s got a first-glass head-butt, too. (Vertin taking advantage of the moment to give headpats. I'm telling you, its a THING)

Leilani (Hands): Shaka brah! Ooh! Do you want a handshake or a high-five, my friend? I'm fine with either! (She’s so wholesome)

Cristallo 

hat and hair: Are you patting my head? The doctor says, this is a reward for good children. Have I done something right? 

Hands and sleeves: Would you like to hold my hands? I could be with you anytime. (Cristallo is weak and frail. The nurses say she could be blown away by a gust of wind. Despite this she says she’ll be with Vertin anytime. To me it reads as Vertin being worried Cristallo will disappear too. Cristallo notices so she offers to hold hands and says she will always be here as a way to comfort her.)

Darley Clatter

Hat and Hair:  Oh ... I can't deny you are really good at patting.

Clothing and Torso: Take a look at my beautiful muscles! I don't need to explain how fabulous I am. Hey, watch out! Rub me in the direction my mane grows.

Bonus Intimacy : Adorable? Ahh? You don't even have a taste! (Vertin pets him and calls him adorable. Darley, don’t let the girlies know. They might end your noble bloodline.)

Pavia (Hat and Hair): Wanna know how many holes I've made on others' heads? No? Then stop it. (What possessed her to give Pavia headpats?)

Dikke (hat and hair): Thou art overstepping my boundaries, arcanist. (I’m guessing Vertin is at it again with the headpats. Dikke smiles when she says this so she isn’t offended. If anything, she seems amused. )

Eternity (hands and sleeves): Go on, try holding it, and feel its temperature rising in your hand… Easy, sweetheart… take it easy, heh heh… (more hand holding but Vertin wasn’t prepared this time)

An-an Lee (hands and sleeves): What? You want a palm reading? (Vertin, why are you like this? Are you randomly touching people's hands?)

Regulus (hands and sleeves): What do you want? I don't have any spare scratch. (I'm sure she knows you're broke since she's your boss. Vertin's just being Vertin at this point.)

Vertin leads Regulus by the hand into her Suitcase in the prologue

Blonney (hands): Interesting! It's been a while since I last met someone who would start with holding hands.

She also holds Blonney's hand as she calms her down during the green lake event.

I feel like I should have picked up on this sooner. Gift-giving, hand holding, and headpats. This is the Timekeeper way.

[mariasont]

THE BIMBO RECEPTIONIST WAS SO CUTE

now id like to introduce, goth/metalhead!bimbo!reader x spence ( more of the opposites attract vibe )

super dark clothes and jewelry and looks like elvira a little bit, maybe a few piercings and tattoos for spencer to oogle at

Brooding - S.R

a/n: EEK i hope u love this as much as i loved writing it :)

bimbo reader has my heart <3

masterlist

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pairings: spencer reid x goth!bimbo!reader

warnings: mmm none! fluff! just two cuties being cute!

wc: 0.6k

Your pen was a flurry of motion, streaking bold lines upon the sketchpad. Technically, you should be sorting through the endless stack of files, keeping them pristine and accessible for the agents. You were always ahead of your tasks, and this job, while not earth-shattering, mattered to you. But when you had a muse as captivating as yours, it was hard to put the pen down. 

That muse being the man rifling through the files before you, his face a masterpiece of pretty lines and angles, unaware of the intensity of your focus. You contemplated expressing your admiration aloud, but the idea seemed a little too forward. So, you poured that impulse into a portrait, tracing the contours of his handsome face.

But it proved difficult to accomplish with his relentless pacing. Each step he took sparked another round of redos on the pad. Your tongue, tipped with a silver piercing, unconsciously found its way to your lip as you wrestled with the proportions of his nose, erasing furiously to get it just right.

You let out a sigh, louder than intended, and it was enough to pause his steps. "Sir, can you please stand still?"

He looked utterly baffled, lifting his brows toward his hairline. As your eyes met, he pointed to his chest, his question simple and unsure, "Huh? Me?"

A quick nod sent a ribbon of dyed hair fluttering before your eyes as you beamed at him. "Yes, you! Please, if you don't mind," you murmured, your fingers racing over the paper. "I just need, like, one more second."

He stood frozen, brows remaining quizzically raised. Why he complied, he couldn't say, but the sight of you, so engrossed in your art, your necklaces chiming in time with your movements, and how your bold makeup seemed to frame your face perfectly kept him rooted to the spot.

You peered up through your lashes, giving him a sheepish grin, cheeks lightly flushed as you set the pen down.

"All done! You're free to go. Thanks for being so patient," you chirped, gently waving the paper in the air as if to dry the ink faster.

"Can I at least see the result of my patience?" Spencer asked, his approach casual yet expectant. 

You hugged the sketchpad to your chest, a gentle laugh escaping you. "Well, I don't usually just let anyone see my work, especially strangers."

Spencer's smile was tinged with amusement.

"Considering I'm the subject, I think I have some claim to it," he joked. "And by the way, I'm Spencer Reid. There, we're practically acquaintances now."

You couldn't contain the goofy grin that spread across your face, and a giggle bubbled up from your throat.

"Well, since you put it that way, I suppose I can make an exception," you said, drawing out the last word with a wink.

The portrait made Spencer do a double-take--it was him, but as if seen through a gothic, moody lens. His usual composure cracked, and a deep, genuine laugh broke through. 

"I never knew I had such a brooding side," he commented with a smile. "I look like I stepped out of a Brontë novel. Perhaps Heathcliff on one of his better days?"

Your head cocked to the side, hair cascading over one shoulder, looking at him through lashes heavy with mascara as you shrugged.

"Heathcliff, huh? I'll take your word for it, but I get the brooding part," you said, with a bubbly laugh. "Come on, it's so you."

Spencer fiddled with his tie, raising a brow.

"I'm not sure if I should be flattered or concerned," he said, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as he felt a pleasant heat rise to his cheeks.

You squinted sightly, pretending to mull it over.

"Flattered, for sure," you said. "Broody types are just secretly plotting world domination, right?"

He grinned. "Well, maybe not world domination, but certainly plotting something."

Your voice was light, but your question was pointed. "So, what are you plotting, Spencer? Should I be worried?"

He tried to remember what Morgan had taught him.

"Absolutely. But some things are worth the wait--patience, you'll see, can be quite rewarding."

And with a promise like that, you found yourself more than willing to wait. 

taglist: @hotchhner @khxna

[wroteclassicaly]

Summary: You’re desperately possessive of your boyfriend, Steve Harrington.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, NSFW, mutual masturbation, mentions of smut, and MORE!

Word count: 2,262

A/N: I’ve missed so badly, and this idea would not leave me alone!! Can’t stop thinking of him or that new set photo! I hope you enjoy, my loves! ❤️

“No. You’re not allowed to touch me, only look at me.”

It was absolutely comical, your boyfriend’s reaction to that statement, and you’d laugh if you weren’t so worked up, wound to your core in the need to claim him, your tongue practically hanging out, saliva pooling in your mouth, latched onto a possessive prowl. He knows not to speak unless spoken to. What a good boy. You let him know this.

“What a good baby boy, Steve.” His full name, that coupling praise, causes his knees to knock together, making him hiss as his sensitive and heavy balls get caught in the crossfire.

You observe him once more, like the finest, most priceless work of art in a high security museum. His large feet, those hair legs and equally hair covered thighs — firm and muscular, a testament to his past routines, his current ones, and all the fighting of otherworldly creatures. Then there’s the rest of him; biceps that tan in the summer, worked hard from countless battles, pieced together by defined, massive hands, fingers so thick and long that he should be fined for indecent exposure, that one lone vein that’s woven around his forearm, one you’ve traced many times with your fingers and tongue alike, his perky nipples, almost hidden in that chocolate jungle growing out of his chest, working together to provide the most perfect torso — not overly built, but enough to know that he keeps himself up, that pudge of stomach that rests atop his belt, pushes out his shirt at the navel, right where that deeply rich happy trail nearly ends, miles upon miles of freckles and moles, one’s you aren’t sure even Steve knows about. Luckily enough, you’re here to discover, to inform. You can’t ever forget his back, how it’s mapped out in marks, scars, sometimes scratches from where he’s fucking you so deep you need to carve into to latch on, or how it moves with whatever he’s doing, muscles visible through gorgeous flesh.

His hair is ever changing, sometimes long at its nape, curls drifting here and there. But the tousled fluff remains the same, even when it’s wet from a shower or the rain, doused in perspiration, or torn into by your eager hands. It helps showcase his neck (your ultimate weakness), structured tendons - skin scarred and stubble scattered, moles and freckles there to be tasted, scoped into. It all works into his beautiful face; those pouty and perfect lips, ones that have made you see several galaxies and held you by their whispered captures. To the bridge of his nose, the shape of his jaw line, his beautiful, crooked smile, and his mossy, caramel colored irises that have stared, glared, worried and cried, shrouded by eyelashes that a man should not be able to possess.

And then there’s that sweet and soft, fat ass that you’ve often spent time between, when you’re not sliding your hand into the back of his pockets, squeezing, clinging to - you name it, you’ve done it to Steve Harrington’s ass. What gets your mouth watering outer limits, is those heavy balls, nestled on either side of that girthy, long cock. Surrounded by a bush to match his chest hair, Steve’s own personal monster has been responsible for a lot of self-pleasing, can’t sit down, I’m limping, first time squirting, desperate - nights. Pink around the cut tip, one long vein to match his forearm, it’s no secret with how it sits in his clothing, even if you weren’t visibly in awe of it right at this very moment.

You’re pretty sure that there’s not one body made that even comes close to how pretty Steve Harrington’s is.

“Honey? Please, I need you to tell me what you want me to do. I’m looking at you, I just need you to tell me.”

His honey-hot voice warms you like a blanket fresh from the dryer, soaked in his apple and cedarwood scent. It breaks you from your Steve Harrington mental textbook, and you stare him down. He’s fully naked on the newly added armchair to his bedroom, his thighs spread wide, feet planted on the floor. His chest is heaving sporadically, already glistening in the sweat of desperation, his new silver chain hanging from his neck, reflecting, one massive hand resting on his sternum, scratching, the other wrapped around his base, his fingertips barely grazing around the girth. You practically purr, shoving your lace panties down your legs — your final article of clothing remaining, Steve’s eyes drifting from your tits that are exposed, nipples hard, to your thighs as they spread apart for him.

You’re not embarrassed, not even as your folds noisily separate, a webbed string stretching from one thigh to the other, getting caught on your cunt, which is swollen, putting you entirely on display. The power that you’re drunk on when Steve’s hazel irises vanish into completely blown pupils — it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He squeezes himself, tongue lolling out to wet his un-kissed lips. “Jesus-fucking-Christ.”

“What?” You mock. “Never seen a pussy this good before, even with your body count, Harrington?”

“Baby, she was just a girl I knew, I told you it wasn’t anything —“

“Shut your pretty little mouth until I ask you a question, Steven. Yeah? You gonna listen or make this worse on yourself? Remove your hand from your dick.”

You hold up one finger to silence him from asking again what he should do next after he obeys, before you’re gliding it along the wet seam of yourself. Fuck, you’re soaking wet from all of this teasing, this tense intensity, and seeing Steve spotlighted like your own personal feast. He nearly growls, his toes curling, cracking, as you push one finger into your cunt without breaking eye contact. He’s squirming on his chair, cock jumping, slapping against his stomach, leaving behind a smear of pre-cum. Your hand slides across your stomach and grabs at your breast, rolling and squeezing, mouth parting, eyes rolling back, and you start fucking your self on your finger.

Lost in it all, eyes glazed over when they open and fixate on him, your jaw is unhinged and you lose control. “My cunt is so fucking wet for you, Steve. I love you watching me. Feels so good, baby. Fuck, fuck — yeah.”

He feels his heartbeat accelerate, ramming itself in echoes against his ribcage, turning his blood into lava, melting his bones to ash. He’s licking at the corner of his mouth, the top, fist clenching across his chest. But he’s still listening, privy to the game here. You want him to beg for it, but can you hold out on that?

Driven by your playful, primal, possession, you slide in another finger and groan, your next few words punched out. “This isn’t enough. Need your cock, Steve.”

You ignore his slip up, his smart mouth, driven by raw, animalistic cravings. “Come over here and get it then, honey.”

A few pumps and you’re speaking to him again, shaking your head. “What I want you to do, right now, is to touch yourself for me. Because the only way you’re going to cum tonight, is by your own hand.”

He starts to protest, but something about this, the refusal, however, an offered and open show — it does things to him he isn’t prepared for.

“Yeah, yeah — okay. Whatever you want. Can I fuck you after? Make you feel good, make it up to you?”

You smirk lazily, letting your opposite hand drop from your breast and part yourself for better friction. He’s already spitting on himself without permission after his question, tugging eagerly, sloppy and drenched, his massive hand slick with it all. You’ve never been more jealous of his palm.

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with you needing to take back control, prove a point, get your dick wet, now would it?” You know that’s not the case. Steve has always been the most giving lover you’ve ever been with, and you’ve not had too many. But still…

He fixes you with that bitchy, breathless-confined, trademark glare. “What do you think?”

“Awful cocky for someone who’s jerking himself off, aren’t you?” This’ll shut him up. You add in a third finger and immediately cry out. It hurts, you knew it would, and it gives him pause.

“Honey, don’t do that without — Goddammit, can I please just lick your clit? Help you so you don’t hurt yourself?” He’s paused, thumb over his head, tendons flexing in his wrist from holding back.

His words have you bucking into your own hand, unable to level off your breathing pattern when you speak.

“Pretty Steve, you think I don’t use three fingers when you’re not around? I’ll have to take an instant for you next time, won’t I?” You stumble through.

“Fuck, you better do that, honey. Killing me here.”

“Maybe don’t be so nice to one of your former bimbos next time? I’m sure she can get another person to help her pick up a heavy box —“

“Sweetheart, you know she bought our old movie collection, it was just me being nice. I was the only one working. I barely remember her.”

“Crystal Abrams. Told everyone how you fingered her freshman year during the pep rally. You know, the one where you and your friends thought it was funny that I read my poem for English class. Then stuck copies of it all over the lockers when the school paper published it? Oh, and… you went on a date with her when you first started at the video store.”

You’re over it. Both of you are aware of that, but it still is enough for Steve to attempt to get up and reach out. You shake it off, smiling softly to show him that this is what you need, that it’s okay, but that he’s yours and he needs to be reminded of it. You were on him the second he got back home to his place, waiting for him, a plan already formulated since you watched him help her with her box of old movies. He wasn’t the problem, your kind Steve, the one that stole your heart - no, it was her overly flirtatious demeanor that unlocked your personal beast.

“Shit, honey, m’ sorry, alright? So fucking apologetic…” He begins to stroke himself, thumb rubbing light circles over his head, spreading his arousal around, his fingers catching and using it to glide his way.

You grin at his word usage and start fucking yourself, scattering your cream down to your knuckles. Your other hand leaves and grabs for your own throat, before settling on pinching your nipple and rolling your breast. You watch him get to work matching your pace, nodding, pleading beneath his breath, his spare hand finding his ballsack and cradling, tightening. His abdomen is tensing, legs shaking, throat muscles taunt and closing in as his vision begins to darken, lost in your face and the pleasure you’re giving one another by giving it to yourselves.

There’s barely any room to stretch on his desk chair, opposite of the room from him, and you’re needy, well aware you’ll want to be held the second that you come. And Steve is slowing down, tilting his head. “You wanna come over here and finish?”

The desk chair spins behind you and smacks into his dresser as you abandon it and stride towards his awaiting lap. His cologne, his aftershave, and that damp smell of sex knocks at your cheek and causes you to open your mouth, attempting to taste it. You clamber with care onto his lap, your back against his chest, legs spread, held heavily on either side of his thighs. He keeps you widely open, available to yourself. His balls stick to your ass, your cunt dousing his cock, that he holds away from your pussy, despite every pulsing attempt it makes to snap forward — his body knows where he belongs.

Your head drops back onto his shoulder and he runs his nose along your neck, over your throat, and paths around your jawline, his lips leaving kisses on your cheek, to behind your ear. His knuckles slide over the seam of you, his entire fist messy with combined essences, and he starts to pleasure himself, encouraging you, spare hand hovering over your breast. His voice is scorching hot, like a butter soaked syrup, rich and sugary. “Can I hold this for you?”

“Mhm-hmm.” Is all you reply with, three fingers disappearing back into your cunt, bodies in close proximity giving feather light touches to one another.

He grasps your breast in his huge palm, voice nearly whispering, “You gonna cum for me?” He’s topping from the bottom, but you’re beyond caring, struggling to stroke that spot that he gets to without issue. “I’m so close for you, honey. Got me so hard denying me, talking to me like this.”

“Steve —“

“I’m no one else’s but yours, baby — I promise you…”

And as you come undone in the arms of one another, at your own hands, mouths hovering, before kisses are taken deeply and roughly, you know that you’d rather die than let anything happen to him or let him disappear from you without him knowing how he is everything and then some…

After you’ve calmed in his arms, he kisses you for a while, works on re-lighting both of your fuses, and takes you to bed, making good on his end of the promises.

// Eat me paragraph //

[svltzmans]

ink - f. g.

tattoo artist! fiona gallagher x fem! reader

a/n: its almost 5am and i can't stop thinking about this so i'm making y'all think with me

warnings: nsfw content (18+), a tattoo gun is used in an... interesting way 😭, degradation/dumbification if you squint

fiona's hands are steady as she adds line by line to y/n's thigh piece.

ever since fiona had started tattooing, she had begged her girlfriend to let her practice on her.

it wasn't that y/n didn't trust fiona, she just didn't have any ideas for a new tattoo.

that was, until, she had said "a dragon on my thigh or some shit" as a joke when fiona had asked.

fiona actually designed a thigh tattoo for y/n, an artfully decorated dragon that y/n had quickly fallen in love with.

and so, y/n finally agreed to sit in fiona's tattoo chair.

y/n had gotten a few tattoos previously, and knew she had to be prepared for a bit of pain.

fiona was surprisingly gentle, and her work was going smoothly. y/n was relaxed in the chair, scrolling aimlessly on her phone.

everything was going swimmingly until fiona neared y/n's inner thigh with the tattoo gun.

y/n quickly noticed that the vibration of the tattoo gun so close to her core was beyond pleasurable, and it was starting to get difficult to sit still.

she bit her tongue and gripped the seat below her, basking in the feeling.

fiona quickly took notice.

"does it hurt, baby? you're sitting so well for me though," fiona quips, still focused on her work.

"little bit," y/n responds, still trying to keep her composure. it's almost embarrassing that a tattoo gun lightly brushing her entirely clothed pussy felt this good.

part of it is how she feels looking at fiona, she thinks.

something about fiona's newfound tattooing passion was beyond sexy to y/n, and seeing her so focused on her thigh was doing things to her that she could never have imagined.

eventually, y/n feels her legs start to shake and her hips involuntarily jerk upward. she's struggling to contain herself, supressing whimpers.

"gotta sit still, baby girl, almost done with this piece."

fiona calling y/n names wasn't helping her case, and she was dangerously close.

eventually, her efforts to hold back weren't helping anymore.

"fi-fiona," y/n stutters, feeling her orgasm looming over her.

"what's going on? are you okay? want me to stop?" fiona is initially concerned, worrying that her girlfriend is in pain.

"n-no, no don't stop," y/n shamelessly moans at that point, throwing her head back.

fiona looks up in confusion, before a look of realization falls over her face.

"oh, i see what this is. you like how this feels on your pussy huh? feels good?" fiona says cockily.

"god, i uh- yes. i um, i'm close," y/n responds, almost feeling embarrassed by her pleasure.

"this is all it takes for you to cum, huh baby? might have to tattoo you more often then," fiona teases, her eyes still stuck on y/n's fresh ink.

y/n doesn't hold back any more noise, finally letting fiona hear and see how she's feeling.

"fiona i, i think i need to cum."

"oh do you? better stay still, i'm not done yet," fiona continues to tantilize y/n, a sultry sound accompanying each word out of her mouth.

y/n feels her orgasm crashing over her, forcing herself to keep still.

her nails dig into fiona's tattoo chair, her lip being bitten hard enough to break skin.

"kinda pathetic that you came from that, don't you think? didn't even have to take your pants off, gorgeous."

"i, i couldn't help it, fi. the tattoo looks amazing, by the way," y/n responds, finally seeing her almost finished piece of body art.

fiona simply laughs, putting finishing touches on y/n's skin.

[bara-izu]

Do you have any advice on how to get over lack of skill? I want to do the Astarion Lestate trend but I don't think my skills are ready for it. I have references pictures of Astarion pulled up when I'm working, and even have the game launched so I can turn him if I need to (mostly for the attempts I did at his hair) but everytime I tweaked something or started over nothing looked right. I keep getting frustrated 😭

Hi anon- Sorry this took me a while to get to, i hope you and others can still find this useful! While the basic advise to get over 'lack of skill' is PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE! i hope this will help you knowig where to get started with that!

I'm going to put my teacher pants back on, this might be a bit long so buckle up- I'll go over a few areas:

Primitive Shapes

How to Use References

Delete your work (hear me out)

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Primitive Shapes:

This is your foundation. Everything starts with this, and while you may find it boring to think of your art in terms of cubes and spheres- i kid you not it will help elevate your work.

If/when you are stuggling to draw a complicated pose, or a specific perspective, refering back to the form in these basic shapes can really help to simplify your process and help you problem solve.

A chill/silly watch for a more in depth discussion on what i mean / how this can help - Give Pikat's 'Draw boxes (correctly) to improve your art' a watch. They also mention this in the video but @/Uncomfortable on youtube also has some great fundermental videos.

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How to use references.

Okay so references are great 10/10 very useful. But, unless you know WHAT to study from a reference, they can sometimes fall flat of their usefullness.

Anatomy studies are something a lot of us will be recommended as artists, but actually knowing what to pay attention to can boost your confidence in your work. Start with a goal, what do you want to get out of this sketch session? Do you want to get better at understanding the 3D form of a specific part of anatomy? Better at poses? Try to narrow down your learning each session to make it less overwhelming.

In this i'll focus on understanding the form so, lets start with a reference. Linking back to Primitives again, start off by braking down your anatomy into forms. Sketching over the top of your references is totally fine. But make sure you are doing so critically, otherwise it may look like a flat/unnatural trace and you're not really learning from it. Via the first sketch you can see where the primitive shapes fall on the body - think of it like a ball-jointed-doll, hips, knees, shoulders ect are ball socketed whereas arms, legs ect can be made up of tubes. (See the first image, when sketching your tubes, sketch your contour lines too- this can help determind how clothing / hair will fall over the body, and can help you understand the 3D Form.)

A BIG IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE - When using photo references, do be very aware that they may be distorted due to the height of the camera, or camera focal length - (you can see in my sketch i had to edit the torso and head because the reference was a little top heavy)

A few artists/books for some extra reading / reference : - Andrew Loomis (OG for body proportions, books are a little outdated but fundermentals are still useful), - Tenten云画画 (his stylised anatomy breakdowns are very interesting to me) - Anatomy Essentials (I've had this book for years, it covers lots of areas, is a bit complex though, i myself should reread it again 😅

Also, if you can't find a reference for a specific pose, don't be afraid to use 3D programs! Anatomy 360, DesignDoll, Clip Studio, Magic Poser - all nifty options~

SO taking when we've learnt from the primitive forms, you can now try applying that to the Lestrat Picture. (which, granted is a complicated pose, as it also has forshortening and an odd top down perspetive of the bottom character- so don't panic if you don't get it the first time!)

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Final points- Delete your art (hear me out)

What i mean by this is, sometimes reworking the same face over and over again can bog your down. It can make it very difficult to actually see whats wrong. So, get rid of it and start again. (hide the layer/use a different piece of paper, please don't actually bin it (yet))

Next, redraw it. Use what you've learned the first time, and redraw it from scratch. (in this case, that might be just specifically the head, or the hair, or the eyes ect - you don't have to bin the whole thing, but sometimes it can really help give you a new perspective)

Once you've done this, unhide your original, compare, this may help you understand what you were doing wrong the first time. Or if there are areas of one that you like- its an opportunity to combine them as you see fit! :)

On a side note for Astarion's Hair, the lovely @mistercrowbar actually posted a breakdown yesterday! (i use p much the same method so-)

I HOPE this was of some use- do feel free to ask any questions if you've got them! i'll try to answer in a more timely manner next time 😅

[alciedoodles]

hi!! i saw your other post about how you simplify details and it was really helpful - was wondering if you had any tips abt drawing expressions/poses to express a story/emotions. like i saw your recent sumeru char doodles on twt and the way you draw alhaitham and hungover kaveh is so!!! ahh!! all of the lines feel really intentional, from the expressions to the fabric of the clothing and omg i love it so much. anyways sorry for rambling HAHA thank you sm for sharing your art! gl w art school 💪

Hello!

Thank you so much for the lovely words <3 it's really such a honor to hear that so many people consider my art to be very expressive, which I think is an essential skill to have for storytelling in comics!

First of all, I'd like to say this isn't something I can easily answer... you must already know there's no easy step-by-step guide on how to be "good" at art or expressions or whichever aspect you're trying to improve, the answer will always be observation and practice. However, I can tell you some of my methods I use to make sure emotions are conveyed as efficiently as possible(?). Here are the key points I always try to apply (note that these aren't rules, these are just my guiding points):

Understanding the character(s), the context, and how the two work together

Laying down a foundation

Not letting dialogue be the main driving force behind storytelling

Paneling conveys emotion too, actually

The absence of something can also convey emotion

You didn't specifically ask about comics, but since it's my favorite subject and it ties into your question, I'll be using a lot of examples from the comics I made! And it might interest other people who were curious?

VERY long post ahead :)

1. Understanding the character(s), the context, and how the two work together

This is what I think is the most fundamental part of storytelling! I mean, makes sense, right? Obviously you don't need a PhD in The Character to make stories based off them. I literally cannot tell you every detail about my favorite characters despite loving them very much, but I think understanding them and their relationships on a big-picture level is primordial. What drives them, what are their principles, what are their biggest fears, who do they make exceptions for, etc. Also, to me, understanding their relationships is sometimes more important than understanding the character at a molecular level. We can tell so much about someone just from the way they interact with specific people vs how they interact with strangers. The person I am online isn't the same I am with friends nor even with family-- like one of the reasons some characters can feel one-dimensional is because they don't show variation in their character throughout their relationships (and since you mentioned Kaveh and Alhaitham, I don't need to tell you the way both of them interact with each other is far removed from the way they interact with friends, strangers, etc... I think a lot of people forget who they are outside of their relationship, which a huge point of contention behind mischaracterization in fan works). I don't have much to say about this other than this is something I keep in mind every step of the way through.

2. Laying down a foundation

This is what the majority of my comics look like on second draft:

I said second because the first drafts usually look like this, which are barely comprehensible to anyone but myself:

The purpose of these are not only to give me a better guide for posing than whatever i did on the first draft (storyboard), but also have a first pass at motion and emotion. The expressions and gestures are legible enough that you can probably glean the emotions of each character based off the little sketches. Ultimately, some of the things I'll draft will end up adjusted, changed, expanded on or even removed.

This particular panel of Reigen is a favorite of mine, because the first pass already shows his confusion, but the final one is even more distorted because it felt like it needed to be even more accentuated.

This panel where he mansplains is also a good example, because the first pass gave him too much of an arrogant/uninterested look (notable with his upturned face), whereas Reigen is more likely to take pride in explaining something he knows to make himself look like a wise and mature figure (notable with his slight smirk and downturned face, as if nodding to himself; the hand is also slightly more forward as if inviting rather than dismissing). And since I basically made an example of it above: body language is super important! This applies for everyone. It doesn't stop at characters who make grand gestures and exaggerated poses every waking moment of their life, but also characters who are socially awkward, private, reclusive...

The posing here is intentionally stiff but not entirely closed off, giving the sense that he's earnest, tries his best to make connections , but also doesn't want to take too much space, thinking the smallest wrong move could cause trouble. Also, give room for the body to do its thing. Avoid cropping out things that shouldn't be cropped out. Leave enough room between the edges of the panel and the point of focus to emphasize what you want to emphasize. Close-up shots shouldn't be too frequent (in fact, personally I don't like doing close-up shots but it doesn't mean they're bad or shouldn't be done, again, my word isn't gospel!), especially if what you're conveying isn't too emotionally charged. Lastly, I have terrible news for people who hate drawing hands. Hands are possibly the second most expressive part of our body (if we don't count the body as a whole), so especially for your charismatic characters, you will very often want to use hands as a tool of expression.

(Think how much emotion and personality would be lost if the hands weren't there!)

3. Not letting dialogue be the main driving force behind storytelling

With my comics, I play an incredibly dangerous game called "I'll think of dialogue as I make the storyboard and then when I'm done drawing every page I'll write the dialogue over it guided solely by memory and whatever I drew". Don't do this. Have a script in hand or write it at the same time as you draft your storyboard. The reason I do this is because I'm lazy and I don't want to open a simple writing software to type down a script. Genuinely I have no other reasons. Anyway, the only advantage this gives to my comics is that they will generally be able to stand on their own without much dialogue; obviously dialogue is essential, but what I mean is that we don't need it to have a pretty accurate read on the room.

For example, if I remove all the dialogue from this page, you probably can't guess exactly what's being discussed. However, you can identify through their emotions alone that there is disbelief, bargaining, and finally a pretty devastating info was dropped. Alternatively, cutting down dialogue from your page and leaving room to expressions/body language alone can be entirely more beneficial than having any dialogue to begin with.

AKA Readers aren't stupid (some may be, but the majority can extrapolate just fine). You'll realize how much you don't need words and how your stories can be even more funny/impactful by pushing forward visual storytelling.

4. Paneling conveys emotion too, actually

Being a "good" artist isn't enough to make good comics. The way you panel things is extremely important, because it sets the tone, mood, pace, you name it. Some of the best works out there are the ones with the most care put into the flow of the comic. You need to understand how people will read it, and it starts with what order you deliver the information and how. This is paneling 101, but a page with irregularly shaped panels, multiple changing camera angles and such will be exponentially more dynamic than a page where each panel is the same size, have similar compositions and/or repetitions with little to no diagonal or curved lines of action.

The two examples above are WIPs from 2 different stories so unfortunately you'll have to make do with the rough sketches. That being said, you don't need to know the context of either pages to know the kind of emotion that should be felt through the paneling alone. Give time for the important emotions to be processed by the reader (unless it's intentionally fast-paced). Every emotion that needs to be emphasized should have its own panel.

In this example, I could easily have condensed these two panels into one by transferring the dialogue from the second into the first and jumping on to the next action. However, it would undeniably give much less impact to Kaveh's disbelief. On an inverse situation, sometimes you will want to condense two panels you made into one, because whatever those two panels are doing are perhaps not important enough to deserve separate panels! Lastly, you can notice that the space on the page is not always filled. Leaving space between each panel and/or between the edges of the page gives room for the reader to breathe and slows down the flow; and inversely, if you want to make the situation more frantic, make everything look more tight and constricted.

5. Not showing facial expressions sometimes conveys more emotion than doing so

This ties nicely to the point I made about body language. You don't need to see a character's face to know what they're going through, necessarily. Sometimes, their posture or their dialogue is enough. In my opinion, a story is more compelling when this equilibrium of facial expressions / body language / paneling / dialogue is correctly adjusted-- you will not need to have all the elements to convey the message or it could be a little overbearing. I don't have many examples for this one because they tend to be more relevant in dramatic scenarios, which I haven't done that many of.

(The first one is once again from a WIP)

And that's about it for my insane guide on comic-ing. I hope ANY of it made sense.

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Here's a round up of extra tips, focused entirely on the drawing part which might be more of what you asked to begin with :'D

- That little line/wrinkle that adds so much character

Yall know what I'm talking about. In my opinion, too many artists are afraid of giving laugh lines/wrinkles because it makes their characters look older, except when it's to add those sexy sexy eyebags. I'm encouraging everyone to add them to their art little by little and see how much it can improve the expressiveness! Obviously, I don't use it everywhere, but it's a very effective way to make your expressions feel even more... well. expressive.

- Line of action

You've probably seen this picture going around before, from Preston Blair:

Although it's called line of action which implies action, this line is important even when the character isn't really in action.

You can gain a lot in expressiveness when you think of the body as one whole fluid instead of a sum of multiple disjointed parts. This is why drawing a very rough base comprised of only lines and circles can help figure out if the posing works before you start refining it.

On a different note, animation principles work very much in comics as well! I recommend looking up animation guides especially those that show how to make key poses.

- Shadows and/or color fill

This is one I will use quite often for different situations.

Shadows can immediately set a tone when they're used dramatically. For example, a shadow over a character's face can convey unease and/or evil intent.

On the other hand, I will use color fills for different purposes:

Differentiating ground layers

This can help with readability.

2. Conveying a certain mood

It can separate the character from the color of their background to give a sense of isolation, reflection, realization, being disconnected from their surroundings, etc...

- Don't be scared of using codes / tropes / archetypes

...As long as it benefits the narrative, of course. By codes / tropes / archetypes, I mean posing or expressions or visual effects that are universally understood and used for specific expressions. The semicircle sweatdrops and blush made with slashes are incredibly typical of manga/anime, but it doesn't mean they're bad! Visual effects are there to help remove the ambiguity of an expression considering a single expression without visual codes could convey multiple emotions!

- Find what inspires you and take notes!!!

In my case, what greatly shaped my art style to what it currently is: One Piece, the Ace Attorney series and Mob Psycho 100 (yes, I only watched the latter last year but it still managed to become a source of improvement/inspiration for my art even at my current level, because you'll never stop improving :) )

I hope this wasn't too long or too off-topic, and I hope it can also help other people who might be interested! Thank you for reading!

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Headcanons for @chantillymoon

This was really fun to do! I am currently up to episode 261 of One Piece (Water 7) so please keep that in mind while reading. Because I haven't officially met Brook yet, all of my headcanons are based on what I've read in fanfics and a bit of research so hopefully I'm not too far off.

Platonic headcanons on the rest of the Straw Hat crew can be found here!

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Brook and Usopp x gn! Reader (separate and platonic)

I see Brook as someone who’s always got a song stuck in his head. And he’s going to make it everyone’s problem. But is it really a problem when he actually has the voice for it? Yes. Yes, it is. Especially when you’re listening to him humming the same part of that one song for the tenth time that day.

At the same time, he’s great to have around if you’ve got a song stuck in your head. Brook knows so many songs that you’d be hard pressed finding one he couldn’t sing for you. And if he doesn’t know the song, he’s pretty good at picking up tunes quickly.

Have sore muscles? Those bony fingers are great for digging into twisted muscles and sore spots. Brook may have gone through a lot because of his Devil Fruit but he’s glad he can do something with it to help his friends.

He’s got a surprisingly good eye for fashion…if he had eyes! In all seriousness, please take him with you next time you need to go shopping for clothes. Between him and Nami, you’ll get back to the ship with a whole new wardrobe full of amazing clothes that suit you perfectly.

Whether you’re quiet or talkative, Brook loves just being in your presence. If you’re on the quiet side, he likes the tranquillity of sitting in companionable silence with someone. And if you’re talkative, he enjoys listening to everything you have to say.

Similarly, Brook’s great to talk to if you want to get anything off your chest. He’s a good listener and won’t spread around anything you’ve told him unless he thinks it could harm the crew (even then, he’d most likely keep it secret for a while). He also gives really good advice.

Brook missed out on a lot during his time in the Florian Triangle so he enjoys having a younger friend to help bring him up to speed. That being said, he’s an absolute menace with the way he mixes slag from his era with modern day sayings. Think something along the lines of “oh, they know their onions, they're no noob” and "ok you cad, time to catch these hands".

If you want to learn how to play an instrument or sing, Brook is more than happy to help. He’s had decades of practice and, even though he’s a bit rusty at explaining things to others, he’s patient and dedicated to teaching you.

Everyone has that one artist friend. And Usopp definitely falls into that category. He’s constantly got a sketchbook with him and will draw anything and everything. If you’re also into art, you’ll definitely bond over that.

Will absolutely hid behind you in battle. Whether you’re taller than him or not, he feels comfortable enough around you to chose you as his hiding spot.

Makes up stories about your bravado and wild adventures as well. While the other straw hats might react badly to Usopp telling stories about them, even if they are meant to improve their reputation, he hopes you will react differently.

In the same manner, Usopp would love to practice his pre-battle speeches with you and get some feedback. He’s a theatre kid at heart but he needs someone he trusts to work on his lines with. As one of his closest friends (and someone hopefully less judgmental than Nami), you fit that description.

He is also the perfect person to tell you stories about the other straw hats, especially if you joined later. He’s an entertainer and, even if he exaggerates his role in events, you’re able to piece together their adventures to date.

Much like Brook, Usopp has a good eye for fashion, but more from the perspective of figuring out what colours and patterns go together. If you’re struggling to put together an outfit, he’s more than happy to give you his two cents worth.

Gossip buddies! If you like gossip or have a way of knowing things about people, you, Usopp, and Nami are the designated “gossip squad” of the straw hats. Usopp is always a good source of information, even if he tends to embellish sometimes.

If you have long hair and don’t feel like tying it up, Usopp should be your first port of call. Sure, Sanji’s amazing with styling hair but he’s usually busy in the kitchen and Nami and Robin usually wear theirs down. Usopp has the free time and skills to help you out. Fair warning though, he may get carried away by his creative tendencies.

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[aliasrocket]

Oo wow! First time I've put in an ask in for ya! (I hope you don't mind answering my silly little thoughts)

But how do you think Rocket would react to the reader pole dancing whether it is stripper based or professionally done? (I just think pole dancing is super neat and very hard to do and that it gets looked down upon so often so I'm just wondering<3)

(I'm totally asking for my OC Moon cause she's a pole dancer 👉👈)

You don't gotta answer if ya don't wanna! love ya!ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ<33

I’ve always been a fan of sports like those, oml, I wanted to take this for a long time but my mom made me invest in figure skating when I was younger. I’m not even sure if pole dancing is a sport but it takes a hell of a lot of exercise to get it down right so I’m saying it is.

I know I’ve talked about reader being a bartender at knowhere in rocket x reader fics but I’ve always thought a pole stripper reader wld also work so well with Rocket mainly because. Well. Rocket’s a horny fuck. (At least in the comics, and in my heart, he is.)

I know the typical headcanon would probably be him making the dirtiest comments about you when he watches you practice but I imagine it going very differently especially if you guys have been in a relationship for quite some time.

Rocket’s eyes were very used to tracing things like wires, plugs, batteries, bolts. Very shiny things in general. Though he wasn’t quite sure he’d ever get used to glistening skin sliding against a silver pole, legs tangling and swinging in a sort of orbit as every curve and edge of you was stretched and carved into a moving piece of art before his eyes.

“Rocket, what are you doing here?” You chirped, hair reaching for the floor as your head hung completely upside down, the rest of your body outstretched at an askew angle with the pole snug between your thighs. “Thought you were still on commission.”

“Yeah, it ended a day early,” he replied, eyes lining your ass when you slowly lowered your leg, causing the arc to compress.

Rocket had definitely gotten you off that pole only to give you the best goddamn fuck in your life. And he’d done it multiple times over the span of your relationship, no surprise there when you looked so damn sexy in those clothes that had his imagination lazy from how much he didn’t have to imagine.

But today, it wasn’t about that.

Rocket settled himself into a chair by the side after asking if you wanted a water break, to which you replied that you’ve already had one. He smiled, and he didn’t know why he lowered his face when he did it.

But he found out why the moment you caught him.

“What?” You smiled right back, as if you hadn’t just caught Rocket red handed.

“Nothing, nothing.” Damn, he was still doing it, and all he could do was show you his palms as he raised his hands in defense.

You got off the pole, dusting yourself off as you took the smallest steps towards him.

“C’mon, I can’t focus with you smiling like that.”

“You don’t like me smiling?”

“I wanna know what you’re thinking Rocket.”

You locked your hands on your hips, ending up in front of him as he looked up with you with a cocked brow.

Rocket exhaled, and then, his gaze softened when he observed the way you looked at him. It was the same way he loved to look at you, spinning around, doing all those stunts with such grace and precision.

Now slumped against the back rest of the chair, he completely surrendered himself to you the moment his jaw parted.

“It’s so easy to admire you sometimes, you know?” Rocket confessed. He couldn’t bear to look at you, so his eyes dug a hole in the floor instead. “I know I get ahead of myself sometimes but fuck, you look so dedicated in what you do. Seeing you work hard for this … you’re fucking capable of anything you wanna do, princess.”

A blur reached below him and lifted his chin, and it was almost like looking directly at a shooting star. He couldn’t bear to look but now his eyes widened like he needed more of it to keep under his eyelids so he could keep seeing it when he closed his eyes.

He always knew how pretty you were, but with the way you grinned with your cheeks rising to your eyes he always regretted not letting you know sooner.

“I love you, Rocket.”

“I love you too,” he muttered your name, and just like his eyes, he sprinkled little stars all over it.

like you wouldn’t believe.

[dggmsk]

hi! i love your art and what really sticks out to me is your grasp of form (like how you can depict a person with just a few lines) and how you arrange shapes and colors

is there a way you studied that, if at all? i'm looking to improve both things i listed as i think my art looks pretty flat lol again i love your art and you're a major source of inspo :)!!

aww omg first of all thank you so much! second, seeing this message made me really excited because this is something i'm very mindful of and really enjoy about other peoples art so i feel really honored to fit into that description! to answer your question directly: i used to paint abstract and i think i have learned a lot about shapes and color from that experience as well as studying other abstract artists.

while painting i found it liberating to use difficult and/or hard to maneuver brushes. there is a lack of control that comes with attempting to paint with a cloth or the rough end of a broken crayon that can make the creative process feel less restrictive. this is absolutely possible to do with figurative art as well. the key for me was to let the brush strokes dictate the shapes and not put too much focus on making a silhouette look 'realistic'. another thing i really love to do is to paint with 'negative space'. back when i was painting with oils i would often paint several layers of solid color and 'carve' shapes into the canvas with something like a palette knife. this is a basic layering technique that i use for digital art as well. u can see a sort of example of that with these drawings that i have posted:

it is essentially two layers, a solid color background with another solid color on top of it that i erased parts of to make a silhouette. i find this method not only to be a lot of fun, but the contrast between void and life makes you take the form a lot into consideration. another thing i like to do is to use a big, hard to maneuver brush and create the silhouette by painting the shaded, darker parts first. while that works really well with solid colors and flats, it can definitely be used for any sort of talent and style. using these two very different illustrations i have done as an example:

of course this is a matter of taste and style (like no need to use these strong contrasts and overwhelming shadows, that's just what i like to do lol) but these methods where sort of my gateway to getting a better understanding of shape and form. as for colors, i can only recommend to try and mess around with it but from experience i think some sort practice with figuring out how to balance different shades of black really helps.

my tip! if you are into character drawings, try illustrating a character as if they were only one solid color, build out their shape without sketching beforehand, let your hands go wild, then try to fill in the solids with details. or do the reverse, fill a paper with nothing but color (even graphite works great!) and try to make the silhouette by erasing. let the materials you use decide the outcome of shapes then consider what works and what doesn't, then do it again! and keep an open mind! what didn't use to make any sense eventually will (-:

[camecita]

This is mostly self indulgent... cause I. REALLY. NEED. IT.

I miss so much eating some actual meat instead of some ass punny sausage.

Genres: Fluff (i guess), mostly comfort, modern au kind of.

Characters: Childe, Pantalone, Diluc & Ayato. (Yas just my fave rich boys)

Summary: Due the bad payment of your job and the increasing bills reader has suffer some issues about getting their stuff for the fridge. (Yeah thats me) To the point to even lose some weight.

Disclaimers: i dont own any of the art here(the fisrt banner)

TW: my native lenguage isnt english so there might be some misspelling, characters may be ooc, established relationships, more tba.

Notice me if i need to add some TW i dont know much about them.

He is so clingy, so he noticed asap.

"Have you lost some weight?" The way his arms encircled you was feeling different from the previous months, you just evaded that question, it was so embarrassing telling him that you cant even afford a real meal per day. And he notices that too, but doesn't press the matter much.

But is when he is resting in your lap and feels how your thighs are thinner.

No!! anything but his precious thighs.

"Babe... are you feeling Okey?" He composed himself, his stern look was telling you how concerned he was.

It took you various seconds swimming in his deep blue eyes to broke in front of him and taking out all your strugglings.

"Its just... its been so hard to get some food in the fridge, sorry, thats why I've been keeping you away from my home too" yeah so embarrassing.

"Babe, you dont need to be sorry 'bout that" his hand is caressing your cheek.

"You know you can count on me for anything" the way he's treating you is with so much respect, he noticed how hard was for you to admit about your financial situation. Even when he jokes around a lot and tease you about almost everything he doesn't cross the line in this situation.

"Do you want some take out?" He's determinated to get back his favourites thighs again.

He is a very observant person, so he notice the moment when your clothes is loosing up around your body.

"Darling, have you been doing work out?" If thats the case, well damn he wants to see your toned body now. But when your response is ambiguous his reaction is tending to suspicious.

He is very observant, he notices to how your eating has been diminishing (cause your stomach is getting more and more little, yeah cause that happens when you go on a diet)

Now that makes him worry. He confronts you directly but at his cunning and meticulous way.

Struggling with your words you explain your financial situation.

Oh he understands so well, he has been through some similar issues.

His eyes and smile are so tender, his hands on your shoulders are warm and caring.

"Its Okey darling, thats nothing you must be ashamed of"

Diluc can be dense in so much regarding relationships, it took him a lot to realize his feelings for you and yours for him.

But nothing can escape his eyes, those little things about you, and mostly everything that has something to do with your well being. He can notices, he must notices when something is wrong.

"Dove have you been eating well?" His eyes held so much worry, like a lost puppy or something. And keeping secrets aways from him was practically impossible (in fact its impossible with any other of the men in this list).

With head low you explain how difficult has been to keep up with the bills and buying the essentials for the fridge. And like it if the most common thing in the world he just said.

"You know? I can help you with that" he didn't say it with means to offend you, you know he can be a little bold with his statements.

"I know Lulú, but i dont want to drag you down with my problems"

"You'll never drag me down, I'd be more than pleased to help you out with anything my dove" his soft lips form a little and gorgeous smile, a rarest one. Just let him spoil you.

This man is so hot likes to spoil his little partner, so when you refuse to go for another round of sweets or junk food he just go like.

What, why are you refusing my affection?? Why are you refusing the food?!?!

"Dear whats wrong?" He's about to drill the answers out without you noticing.

Ashamed of yourself you just spill the beans.

He IS really concerned, how could he didn't notice before?!

"Dear we've been through many issues by now, you can always count on me with this kind of issues" yes because for him any of the other guys, money wasn't a problem.

"What about living together?" His idea was helping you by making the rent and the other services more affordable for you and he also wants you 24/7.

[kthecutest]

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┏━━━✦❘.𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. ༻༺ .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹❘✦━━━┓

A Lone Wolf’s Aching Heart .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

The fresh breeze of daylight swirl past the hanging wisterias. The birds chirped and the flora-scented wind let out a low howl.  The couples under a deep shade of purple, the array of lights shimmering through the spaces between the ruffling leaves.

“…Sooha..”, a faint voice called out from the woods; Kei gritted his teeth, clenching tightly onto his shirt. Even after acknowledging that his first love shall never reciprocate his sentiment, he couldn’t help but peer over the two in pure agony. Kei backed away from the scene, heart in-need of a break. He wondered off further into the echoing woods – “just a quick stroll will probably help clear my aching head.”

A Figure Engulfed In Fog .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

The ripples of the stream echoed through the lone walk of the boy. The spring was almost-magical, leading him to an unknown stray of subspace. A splash of the warm settling water appeared to have break Kei’s focus as he turned his direction to where the sound arose. A skin as smooth as glass, lips – the shade of the fallen maple leaves, and those set of galactic eyes; each stellar almost linking up into an art of constellations. Every curve and edge of you was visible to the wolf’s eyes, as the fog from the onsen did little to cover your distracted figure.

The temperature that remains after being touched by kindness 優しさに触れて 残る温度

Kei felt… almost hypnotized by the beauty.

He didn’t rush to make any further movements though – scanning his eyes around the young lady, setting his eyes on a unique shaped lamp which quite literally intrigued his curious mind, and the pile of clothes that sat near the lit up light source. Something else did provoked his eyes though – and that same something seemed to have revealed your identity to him. At first glance, you were simply a human with angelic features but now, up-close, Kei squinted his eyes to find the tall pearl-white witch hat that sat on top of the cloth pile. On personal thoughts, you didn’t seem like any harm to Kei; rather you even stood as unique presence to him – but considering what he’s heard of witches around the school, he couldn’t seem to draw a line between good and bad in you.

If I could say I love you without disappearing 消えないまま 愛しいと言えたら

Will my heart become lighter? 心は軽くなるかな

But the lone wolf, deep in thought, seemed to have alerted your bathing figure as he took a small step forward – the spring water letting out a soft splash. You who’ve now noticed his presence practically booked it. Grabbing your pile of outfit in a hurry as you sprinted away from him in the stream water; the fog slowly starting to wrap around you the further you got.

“Hey! Wait no I won’t hurt y-“, Kei couldn’t even end the sentence before you were gone before his eyes, the fog completely engulfing your panicked self. “.. I wanted to talk..”, the boy looked back down to the rippling fluid with a slight frown.

Forgotten Souvenir .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

No longer having any reason to stay, he turned to leave only to catch his eyes on something the witch seemed to have forgotten. Kei moved across the water and crouched down to stay at eye level with the lamp you’ve left behind. Now witnessing its beauty up-close, he could tell there was something unusual about it. The lamp’s borders were shaped more sort of something from ancient times, a medieval way you could say and inside it wasn’t a candle or a bulb but a floating pyro particle that takes the form of a firework. “Hmm.. how strange – but I’ll definitely be keeping this” – Kei smiled to himself.

Memorial Visitor .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

The feather-light fabrics that adorned the window danced and flowed in a fluid-like motion along with the intrusion of the cool northern wind. Moonlight streams in from the eerie window, illuminating the porcelain-colored fabrics that draped over her curves like a tapestry. The cushiony mattress felt like an unwavering giant fluffball under Kei who was in a deep slumber. Normally, his particular breed would be out under the glistening moonlight, off to whatever business but tonight – Kei felt that he’s far invested in his beauty sleep. The lamp kept from the dawn’s meeting still lit up on the bed-side table. The overflowing vermillion of the lamp seemed to have attract the attention of a midnight visitor.

Behind the closed door 閉ざした 扉の向こうで

I can hear a faint voice 微かな声が聴こえてる

A soft thud of a heel clicked on the floor – heeding warning to the sleeping wolf – a glistening fabric adoring the figure and those same twilight lavender eyes reflecting the vermillion glow. The footsteps approached the sleeping figure on the bed, a dark hand reaching out to grab the well-lit lamp. But before the mysterious figure could accomplish its scheme, a set of golden eyes peered over from the shaded bed. The intruder attempted to grab the light source before sprinting past Kei’s sight – but it was in vain considering the wolf’s superhuman agility.

Even stepping out 踏み出すことさえも

Because I can't do it 出来ないから

You let out a soft yelp feeling his tight grip on you, wolf claws digging into your soft flesh. A loud thud broke through the silence of the room as the medieval lamp fell to the floor. “Who..”, before Kei could question the entire situation, he took great notice of your attire – the same fabric he saw the other day and the very same witch hat which seemed impossible to mistake. “I’m sorry for taking your lamp, the other day.”, Kei tried to nervously start up a conversation, trying his best to not make you run off on him again.

“I only have one, so I must take this back”, you replied in a monotone voice – Kei’s eyes widened in surprise. Not that he was trying to pick up any assumptions of you but based on how you were so softly dressed and the fact that you’d always escape from his sight every encounter, he had an impression that you’d speak in a gentler shy tone. Now facing your slightly colder and monotone words, his brain tried to register his very next reply to your contradicting tone. “Um yes sure-“, Kei paused as you turned to leave receiving your fair share of answer. “Wait! Please!”, he let out a yelp alerting you to turn back.

The witch alerted by his request turned to look at him, confusion in her eyes. What you’ve expected the encounter between you and this wolf must all just be coincidence orchestrated by the universe and that it’d all end once you leap your way out this window. But surprisingly, the wolf standing before you rather seemed hesitant and against this will. “Do you… maybe want to at least have a chat?”

“Hm sure”, the witch gave in after a short moment of hesitation, a light smile casting on your face in contradictory to your calm and unwavering tone. “Aren’t you a werewolf? Why aren’t you out with your friends?”, you questioned him, peering down at his friend group from the high-up balcony. Well that was rather a very straight to the point talk considering the witch had completely gone past the point of formal introductions – Kei thought. “Hmm just didn’t feel like it tonight”, only receiving a simple nod from you in return.

“Name’s Kei, may I have yours?” – “My name? ……..”; oh just like the past differences, the witch really possessed a name which completely differs from her rather calm personality.

I'm leaning into loneliness 孤独に寄り添ってる

Gone With The Hours .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

“Surprisingly your whole attire and personality is pretty unexpected for a witch, no?”, Kei let out an internal thought of him which made you scrunch your face slightly. “Well- that’s- pretty offensive no? But sure you could say that. I take over the form of my sensei.”, your tone slowly swayed from a calm one to a rather saddening tone. Kei took slight notice of it. “We end our conversation here tonight Kei.”, you rose up from your seated position, in a blink of an eye – “Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be back for another visit” – your figure was already sat on the window frame. “Wait but-“, Kei reacted fast but you were gone once again, the heavenly canvas of twilight hours slowly fogging up before you dissolved within the foamed air. Kei let out a sigh. Guess he’ll have to wait for the next visit once again.

Still alive in this heart まだ この胸の中 生きづいたまま

Feelings like a small torch 小さな灯し火のような想いを

Don't let the wind blow you away 風に吹かれぬように

Unwavering Promise .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be back for another visit”

The witch visited the lone wolf every day. Eventually also blending into Kei’s friend group as you get to befriend his pack – you were closest to the two younger wolves Yuma and Taki though, which did provoke the eldest, Kei, at times. One of the elder members of the pack, Nicho would always make jokes about how Kei’s eyes stabbed daggers to any entity that seem to approach ‘his witch’ – which you took lightly off. Or did you? But, you publicly hanging out with the pack didn’t go unnoticed by their school.

Always try not to get wet in the rain 雨に濡れないように ずっと

I was hugging you 抱きしめてた

A Witch’s Reputation .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

“Look. Look. That witch is back again.” – “She sure is taking her time with whatever scheme she’s got huh? Hm so disgraceful, a witch at our school” – harsh insults and assumptions thrown left and right as the elegant witch streamed past them, the same words falling on deafen ears.

It wasn’t that witches were considered nemesis to wolves but your class was prone to have an evil reputation which provoked any other caliber to be wary. Often the main reason why, every witch always stood lone in the depths of forests, only a single cat to accompany them.

But there were also other, more shameless, comments made by what you could consider – jealous fangirls. “Ugh she’s back again, look at her attire – I know for a fact this whore only ever picks the sluttiest outfits to pay a visit to the boys” – “What else would she want from them? Probably is trying to sleep around with the whole pack.” – the uncivilized females exchanged nods.

Just stay straight and have the strength to wish ただ 真っ直ぐなまま 願う強さも

The Witch's Departure .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

“…….! Please come back soon” – Yuma pouted while the younger companion, Taki clinged onto you with puppy-like doe eyes. “Guys, I’ll just be gone for some days, calm down. I’ll be back for another visit soon.” – “Still even so, why daysss? Last time I checked you only ever go back for a few hours to grab some stuff" - you were met with several protests from the friendly crowd. You let out a chuckle followed by a tease - "Welp, you might just have to deal with it~" waving goodbye to the pack, shifting back into the woods. “She’ll be back right?”, Taki looked at his older member Fuma – “I suppose, I can tell for a fact, she's not one to have the heart strings to vanish without a single trace."

A Tiny Light Amongst The Fog .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

“Wake the fuck up, you bastard!” – Kei’s figure rolled across the forest floor – an army of shadows approached the wounded wolf who was now coughing out blood. “Seriously, you call yourself the eldest of your own pack when you’re this damn weak!” – a tight grip on Kei’s collar was held, the furious tone coming from the angry student who was now eyeing his victim. “Maybe that’s why he was sticking so close to that icky witch.” – “Don’t you dare badmouth her!” – another kick to Kei’s face landed as the guy scoffed off at his comment, walking away to leave the injured wolf to rot among the withered leaves.

The sparkles in Kei’s eyes flickered at the radiance of a flaming pyro source in the distance A blurry figure approached from amongst the flooding sea of fog accompanied by the same flames of the vermillion light source. Oh if only it was you, dear …….. – was the thoughts buried beneath the unwavering eye contact that Kei kept onto the figure before the fog slowly started to consume his sight and head.

Gratefulness With A Pint of Heat .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

The soft material of the warm duvet shuffled as Kei’s vision started to recover. Sounds of pots and pans clashing, the sizzling of the oil echoed through the unfamiliar home. Looking around the wall, the walls were draped in greenish vines like tapestries. The aroma of the sizzling bacon filled the free faces. Awoken by the tempting smell of the meal, Kei’s eyes were now fully awake. His back left the cushiony mattress, his feet following and proceeding to touch the cozy wooden floor, feeling as light as ever.

Something was wrong. He felt heated all over and it’s like his head and train of thoughts were completely clouded by fog. But as Kei started to regain more of his focus, he could tell there was a slight fragrance accompanying the original aroma. The lost werewolf – relying on his keen sense – to track his way down to the kitchen.

Humming to a strange yet angelic melody, your mind was completely dissolved into the pot of stew you were making – for the sleeping werewolf upstairs. You let out a light yelp as a pair of unknown hands entangled around your waist.

“Huh. Kei? Oh you’re awake. Are you-“, your question was cut off quickly as you felt his fluffy hair tickling the edges of your cheek and your neck. His forehead rubbing against your neck, you could feel his extremely heated body up close. “Kei. Do you have a fever? Hold on I can find some medicine for you.” – he didn’t give out any reply which made you certainly worry further. “Hey, if you’re not feeling well, we can g- Ack!”, you flinched in panic at the contact of his lips and the skin on your neck. “Mmmm..” – the wolf only let out slight whimpers, he seemed to be in some kind of drugged state, but you didn’t remember giving him any nor the bullies. You couldn’t keep your thoughts together any further when you felt something huge poking and rubbing constantly on your back. Your answer was finally given – he was in his rut.

Abandoned Wisdom .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

Despite your weak form, you were one knowledgeable witch, except your wisdom is all stored in a single book not in your head. You reached out to a thick rusted book at the corner of your sight, one full of every fact about every creature that you’ve researched about. “There’d probably some ways to help a wolf in rut, other than sex, written in there” – you reached out your hand in its direction with full hope that the clinging werewolf on your back would soften up. But you were proven wrong when Kei’s large hands caged your two hands together, bending you over on the kitchen counter in the most sexual way.

“Kei. Snap out of it, just let me get the book first” – letting out a protesting growl Kei pressed his fully hardened cock further between your hips. It was rock hard, huge too – even in his human form, considering Kei’s natural breed is a werewolf, he had a much larger physique compared to your smaller figure, his muscles always on full flex, you’d wonder with this kind of body, “wonder how huge his cock would be” – but surely nobody could notice your true thoughts from an upper layer of calm persona.

Your thought process came tumbling down when you felt a hand sneak up the long fabric that draped over your hips. “Kei, wait stop, control yourself.” – if it was just someone else, you’d just let the lust take over and let the situation escalate, but when it comes down to Kei, you didn’t want to leave a whore-like impression of you especially when he wakes up unaffected from the rut.

Futile Resistance .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

Your resistance was futile as he proceeded to take his leaking cock out, lifting the fabric up to, ‘take care’ of your underwear – but his eyes widened in shock at the sight in-front, “Fuck, no underwear? ……… I didn’t knew you were such a whore.” – followed by a low chuckle. Shit, now you’re definitely affected. “You’ve been walking around, every single corner of the earth, without your underwear.. are you perhaps looking for someone to just find out, one day and have their way with you? .. Fuck you dumb?” – “No, it’s currently dryin-“ – his soft lips landed on yours. In contradictory to its utter softness and smoothness, the kiss was rough, messy, it’s as if he’s transferring the heat in him to you through the contact. “I don’t like to hear excuses little witch, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure to fuck the excuses out of you.”

For a calm and righteous witch, you weren’t just full of wisdom but also lust. “I’ve barely grazed over your thigh, yet you’re dripping onto the counter~”, you’ve stopped trying to resist or find excuses at this point, it’d be in vain either way. But this just stirred Kei’s lust and fury, wanting to have his way with you until you answer him and beg him.

Touching and petting him calmly to try to at least calm him a bit only made it worse. You felt something poking out among the field of fluffy hair and it was his ears, squirming and almost whimpering inaudibly to your touch. His tail from behind wagging in a constant pace like a puppy’s. Kei’s large hands entangle around your neck before he turned you straight around with the force in his palms, pushing his cock through your entrance in full force.

“Aaah~!? Kei wait!” – “Honey.. won't you stop pretending now~?, you love it even without prep don’t you~?”, your head felt a stinging pain as he tugged and gripped onto your hair mercilessly, fucking into you in a forceful and aggressive pace from the very beginning point. It’s like Kei was thinking with his cock instead of his brain, his cock was hitting your walls in the most uncoordinated ways, roughly shoving and pounding at every spot.

Having bored of tugging on your silky hair, his next target was your neck. Ripping the white fabric-like choker off its surface, his hands replacing the choker. His fluffy tail was now busy, wrapping around your thighs to keep his composure and spread them wider for better access. “I’d really wish to see your face but I’d prefer this~”, Kei’s huge hand find its way onto your stomach, grazing softly, drawing your attention towards it. Your eyes lit up in a lustful surprise, Kei was far from knotting you yet the entire outline of his cock could be seen through your petite stomach, it’s like he was hitting places that you didn’t even knew could be reached in you.

His licks and bites on your neck and the scratches all over your nape and back felt intoxicating and burning to your skin. It was now as clear as daylight how drenched you were, both of your body fluids mixing and dripping down your lower bodies to where Kei and you were attached. Your head spun in circles as your logics gave up and you can’t help but start begging for more, faster, harder. You just wanted him in you forever, wrecking and ruining your hole to oblivion.

Your desperate whines and Kei’s groans and moans filled the spacious kitchen, almost echoing off of the walls. You were real damn glad you lived all alone in a forest instead of having neighbors, you wouldn’t dare show your shameful face after what goes down today.

Nightfall’s Reminder .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

The closed glass pane of the window reminded you of a setting evening sun, an orange far from reach as the purple replaced the sky’s blues. It’s clear to say, you’ve lost all sanity at this point, even seeing the setting sun of dusk couldn’t help you pull yourself back to reality, as Kei’s werewolf cock had been pounding you restlessly throughout the entire day, never giving itself a rest, or you who Kei’s been using like a mere human fleshlight. Your state was pathetic to his eyes. Eyes rolling back as tears fell in pure pleasure – you could feel your brain leaking out your ringing ears at this point. Your body was limp against the kitchen counter, prepped and ready for this wild wolf to grab you and manhandle you on his cock however he wants. You were only snapped out of your drowsy and cockdrunk state when you felt something expand and tighten in your hole.

A Wild Offering .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

“Honey, you’ll take my knot right?.. You’re gonna take it real good~ like a good little breeding hole okay?” Shit, breeding? knot? But you surely could not even focus on those words when his knot was stretching and tearing you in half. Yet instead of crying out in pure agony, you were only screaming his name repeatedly in a state of bliss. At this moment, you couldn’t think of anything else but to be filled to the brim by his seed, wanted him to fill you up with pups – “Kei yes yes~! I’m your personal breeding hole~! I’ll carry your pups so… please give me your seed~!” – you rambled out a stream of words, as you came all over his cock, eyes rolling back into your head as your tongue lolled out, your legs giving out in the process.

The witch had completely snapped out of her calm persona – now you were nothing but a cockdrunk whore, cumming and screaming on the werewolf’s cock. “Fuck.. my slutty little witch, you’re gonna be a great mother~!” – Kei’s cum filled you in a frenzy, it was an endless stream of his seed, it just kept coming, overwhelming both you and him in a heated euphoria. Your tummy slowly expanded with his hot seed like a fully pumped balloon. You passed out right in his arms from the entire situation, head laid limp on the counter – as Kei kept snuggling you, rubbing his face like a puppy all over your neck.

You surely gotta get this werewolf back to campus as soon as possible. Not sure if you could handle another fuck he’d have to offer in this current broken state.

Calm Persona .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

“Wait- Taki! Taki! It’s Kei and …….”, Harua pointed at the school’s gate as the crowds of discussing students, a few headmasters and the pack gathered around at the entrance. Most of the wounds on Kei has healed at this point but his beaten-up form was still evident from the plasters and bandages on his body. “Hey gu-“ – his greeting was cut short by a slap to the face.

Kei’s eyes peer over at the figure; his heart shattered into a pieces witnessing the owner of the lengthy, black hair and the set of bright glistening magenta eyes. “You!! This is what you’ve been doing!?”, both you and Kei were taken aback by her unexpecting furious tone. She was practically yelling at you two. You observed the crowd while Sooha ran her mouth, noticing that the school building looks quite damaged and each person have bruises and bandaged wounds on their bodies.

“We were attacked by some unknown creature! Brutally! And we were even more scared, not having a single clue of your location – and now you have the audacity to return with this witch! By your side!” – the rivalling vampires from Sooha’s side ran to hold her back. Kei couldn’t speak up, at this moment, his brain just could not process or take in the situation.

“I think you’ve got the wrong idea her-“, your protest to clear up the statements only turned down when Sooha had to go on for another hit at your statement – “No! You shut up! You’ve stirred enough trouble here and you have the audacity to have a say in this!?” “You know what, yes I fucking do. You don’t even belong in this school, you know nothing about what happened, and YOU have the goddamn AUDACITY to hit an innocent person when this same person was left fucking stranded and wounded in the forest by those vile students!” – your finger pointed at a few near-by students that stood on watch, the same ones that thought spewing insults about you and the pack members was so damn fun.

The crowd filled with gasps as even the headmasters’ eyes widened in disbelief. The atmosphere went completely tense as not even a single sound of the rustling leaves can echo through the air no more. “What..?” – “You heard what I said. Now screw off.” – Everyone observed as they witnessed an unusual switch in your expression.

 A witch who always stayed calm and tolerating was now practically scolding the human girl in an irritated tone – well I guess they did saw it coming from how things were escalating. The younger vampire, Sunoo and the elder member, Jake held the shocked and frozen Sooha back, swaying her out of you and Kei’s way as you eyed them in a disappointed manner. You signaled Fuma and Harua to take Kei away as you followed the headmasters into the grand office for a discussion about the situation.

My fragile self is about to burst into tears 泣き出しそうになる 脆い自分も

Begone Evil Witch .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

“No! But …….. didn’t even do anything!”, the youngest one in the pack, Maki rebelled. “Yes Sir, please reconsider yo-“, the words of Fuma were blocked out by the unwilling headmaster’s sigh – “Look son, we know that too, and we truly are against this but you must know the people outside are stirring more and more ruckus each day. It’s too harmful of a process to further keep her here. The further we keep her, the more danger it’ll bring to you boys, the school and even her.” You understood. This joyful dream of yours wasn’t so everlasting. 

One Last Goodbye .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

“Kei..”, you peered over at the boy, tears threatening to escape from the corner of his eyes. Even if you two only met months ago, there was a deep-rooted string that entangled the both, and he meant as much to you as you did to him. “Here.”, you approached his figure, a gradient of vermillion orange emitting from the witch’s lamp, a source that marked the encounter between the ‘friends’ – clearing up the sight of fog between the both. You subtly handed him the lamp as Kei looked at your once galactic eyes that still held the thousands of stellar that you had from day one. “But this is yours-“ – “It’s yours now.”

You gave him a light smile. Kei knew he was being dramatic – or was he – but at that moment he wanted to break down and weep in your arms. This was supposed to be a mere goodbye between two friends who had crossed paths – yet why does it hurt so bad? He took hold of the gifted lamp, hands trembling – not ready to let the witch go. “Please don’t forget me..”, you let out a soft chuckle – but a sad teary tone underlying beneath your light remark. And just like that, the fog took you away from Kei’s sight; just like how it took you away the first two times.

“I won’t.” – Kei finally gave out an answer to the fog that stood upfront – only the stale sea of fog here to listen to the now-lone wolf’s whimpers.

I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for you 君が居なきゃ 知らなかったんだよ

I found my destiny in a coincidence 偶然の中で運命を見つけた

A Bland Stew .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

A pinkish-orange gradient adorned the celestial canvas above. The clouds danced and swirled, making way for the setting sun. The aesthetically pleasing scenario before the witch’s eyes was a contradicting statement to her sorrowful heart. The witch felt lost of time. It was as if time had stopped. Why? You were more than fine with every other sorrowful goodbyes in your life, yet now it’s as if something is missing from your life. It- just doesn’t feel the same no more. You dropped the spoonful of soup back into the stew with a disgruntled look on your face – “Even the stew tastes bland.”

Every time I close my eyes, I'm floating in a sea of ​​memories 瞳閉じる度 記憶の海 漂っては

Oh Dear Witch, Lend Us A Hand .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

A knock on the front door snapped your deluded figure out of your chain of thoughts. Suddenly a thought hit the back of your head. The only person that knew about the presence of your home was Kei. Is it possible that Kei chose to make a secret journey here? You were worried about the consequences he’d face but deep down you felt your heart warm up in a familiar feeling of joy as you made your way to the front door. Your expectation slightly deduced only to find the grand-headmaster standing before you, Yuma and another pack member, Jo seemed to be accompanying him. Skipping over the questions of “How did you get here?” or “Why are you here?”, all that left your mouth was “Did something happen?” A worry and doubt hit the back of your head seeing the increased amount of bruises on the younger members and the panicked expression on the leading headmaster. “Kei…”

An Imprint Of Heavens .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

The shriveling piles of withered leaves on the forest floor shuffled and shifted around, making way for a dashing figure. The radiant color of the sky has now been consumed by the greyish white clouds.

An unmistakable imprint on the white canvas formed – a shape of a faded Firework – only visible to the sight of the creator. You knew exactly what this was; this was a part of your thought-out plan. The lamp you’ve gifted to Kei was of to good use. The witch sprinted through the forest, tracking down to the location of the faint heavenly imprint. Your heels caused a thud as they alerted you of the sudden contact with an iron-like material. The sputtering and splashing around of the spring water in the background accompanied the faint thudding below your heel. As you looked around, you could recognize the familiar scent and warmth of the strange region.

Gently, shifting away the piled-up leaves above the hidden entrance, you leaped into an endless spiral of abyss – peering over at the streams of dim sunrays at the very top that seemed to be fading in a whiff. As you felt the tilt of your heel touched the very bottom, your eyes fluttered open, looking around the darker room – “Only if I had my lamp right now. Huh?” – your comment was left unattended as you saw a glint of vermillion in the distance. “Wait, that color.” You recognized that it came from your very own lamp. “Kei.”, your voice still calm but apart of you overwhelmed in worry as you followed the path of light beam. Muffling noises increasing in volume every step you took, closer to the flaming source. The witch let out a gasp when the scene started to make clear appearance to her sight.

After a deep dream, I was looking for a trace 深い夢のあと 面影を探してたんだ

The Wrong Path To The Light .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

Chains shuffled around as Kei’s screams were muffled into the tightly-shut iron muzzle. Your figure was instantly on his, trying your best to break the entangled chains as best as you can. Though, it was not working given that witches were only granted with wisdom of spells and curses accompanied by a weak physical strength. You raised your hand, concentrating a spell – ready to break the chains when you suddenly felt a prick at your nape. You placed your palm onto the burning skin, turning around to find a set of red glistening eyes.

“A- a- vampire..” – not being accustomed to screaming when in danger the witch could only let out a slight remark of her discovery before her figure fell straight to the floor. The chained wolf could only scream and cry into the muzzle as he watched your limp unconscious body get dragged away.

Sealed Prisoner .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

You’ve now lost track of time, waking up in a dark sealed room, your legs chained to each other, as you slowly lose hope of escaping let alone to save Kei. Normally, being locked up had the easiest solution to you – just use a spell to break out of course – but it seemed this villain had long known your identity; the paper sigils pasted all over the room, the floors and the ceilings made it impossible for you to escape. Concentrating an incantation was pointless. You dragged your limp body across the cold floor, the scratching of the long chain echoing – some parts of you still under the paralysis effect. You banged onto the caged door, refusing to scream and give out your now-worthless pride but your stubbornness only led to faint sobs.

You were worried and scared and terrified – not for yourself – but for the locked-up wolf that you failed to rescue right in front of your eyes.

In the unchanging monochrome days 変わらないモノクロの日々に

A Reminder Of Vermillion .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

Having no access to the daylight nor the wisteria scented breeze of the forest, you were losing track of time and hope. You knew it’s only been a few days but it was now evident that the one behind all this had intended for your demise. Not that you’d have anything to say about it that is. Peeking at the strange-looking ceiling you notice a thread-like crack on the edge of the dim hanging light source. Gripping onto the long chains attached to your leg, you hurled them up to the lowly hung lamp as you started to pull at it the best you can. A few more pulls until the crack started to grew like the roots of a blossoming tree – slowly spreading until the piece of ceiling came tumbling down. Panting exhaustedly, you pushed and dragged the heavy pieces of fallen concrete, piling them up into a heaving stack. Peering over at the endless void above that had replaced the presence of a ceiling, the witch gripped onto the first piece that stood upon her small figure.

Because you add color 君が色を添えてくから

The Final Slumber .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

“Oh… how sad, even your little friend can’t help you out your poor state now..”, the red-eyed villain gripped at Kei’s muzzle aggressively. Your eyes dilated as you peeped at the bloodied scene. The dark blood dripping down the serrated blade covered in excruciatingly fierce teeth, as Kei’s body laid limp on the floor, chains pressing onto the punctured wounds – he was practically on the brink of death. It was going to be impossible for you to sprint across the distance between your hiding spot and the scene with the dangling chain attached to you.

Your breath was caught in your throat, as you hurriedly tried to cast an anemo spell – eyes fixated on the weapon in-hand. In a matter of seconds after launching the attack, the witch was already sprinting towards the two. “You!-“, the frustrated villain turned his head to your way before his figure along with the weapon was knocked away by the scattering wind, pinning them straight to the worn-out wall of the dungeon.

Unlike the spell-proof chain attached to your leg, the chains entangling Kei’s body were aimed to only restrict his motions – which meant your magic would most likely be the key to his release. Using a corrosive spell on the chains seemed to have worked as the knotted sections started dissolving off of the werewolf’s body. “Hang on, Kei, I’ll get you out c’mon” – as you proceeded to carry his unmoving body, you felt a piercing pain across your back.

It felt almost as if you’ve been cut all the way through diagonally. You could see the blood pool around you in an instant as you heard the panting and groaning of a mad man. “Fuck, you know what you’re pretty wise little witch, I’ll give you that.”, a screeching laughter followed as your injured figure fell into Kei’s arms. Despite being on the edge of losing consciousness, Kei still could see, hear and feel everything; feel his heart contorting in agony from the sight that he must witness.

Before I knew it, even the blurred past 滲んだ過去さえも いつの間にか

It's starting to make sense 意味を持ち始めてる

The vampire proceeded to approach the wounded two, slowly, each step eliciting waves of fear. You could hear Kei’s panicked pants echoing into your ear the longer time shifts on. By the time the red-eyed villain had his scynth-like blade high up in the air, in ready motion to slash both you and the wolf beneath, your hand could feel the touch of a cool hard material beneath – the chain, the chain that was draped over Kei just a few moments ago. Grasping it, your figure sprang around in the blink of an eye, the cool touch of the chain raveled around the neck of the ambushed villain. Tugging at the chains until his face started to turn pale from the loss of oxygen.

“Die.” – you felt blood stream out of the open wound on your back as your vision started to fade. Catching a glimpse of the unmoving, unbreathing, lifeless vampire, the witch could finally let herself slip into a deep slumber.  

Stuck In The Stillness .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

The cold wind from the north blew, messing up the boy’s ruffled hair, blood seeped down his lips as he’s been biting too hard onto them – Kei was still deep in thought. Beside the wolf in desperation is a laying figure on the bed, bandaged up and wired up all over its chest. Kei held onto your hand tight like a child who’s trying his hardest to hold on tight to their leaving mother.

It's still hidden in my heart まだ この胸の中 隠したままの

These feelings are so dear that it hurts 痛いほど 愛しい こんな想いを

Before it disappears someday いつか消���てしまうその前に

The very moment Kei returned to campus with a bleeding body of a witch in-hand, the headmasters overwhelmed in worried and gratefulness instantly, having no choice but to shut down the insults and voices of their own students by force. Finally with their permission and allowance, Kei could only get access to the medical station barely to have you treated.

Panting and out of breath, the werewolf sprinted into the station blindly as he yelled at the medics to treat you – forgetting about his own well-being. It’s only when the other pack members rushed in to snap him back into thought process – to get his limping figure treated as well. Dawning onto him that even after all the bandaging and treatment, you had a lesser chance to survive – considering the impaling slash on your back.

Fuma walked in, sighing as he petted the depressed wolf – head sunk low on your mattress – tears welling up in woe – “A witch could only heal others but not herself.”

“Kei, it’d be best if you went out for some fresh air, you’ve been stuck in this room for forever, c’mon.” – Kei’s only reply was a nod, his eyes swollen and gloomy as he grabbed the faded vermillion lamp on the bedside before heading out.

The grass danced along to the swaying of the dusk’s breeze, suspending tiny bits of Kei’s woe. He dragged his slightly limp body across the school garden, letting the wind takes its course on swaying his hair at its will. Thoughts filled in his head as even the wind failed to knock them straight out. Perhaps, these thoughts didn’t forge in Kei’s brain but his heart. The noises of his pack members and the other students having fun, yelling and cheering like children – blurred out in the background as he took one look up at the balcony of the room where you lie, heart and soul drawing back to the time – the time when he’s made out the definition of the fire-work-like pyro source held in-hand.

The only person I want to reach is you 届けたい人は 君だけなんだ

Any tears, any smiles どんな 涙も どんな笑顔も

Because everything is for you 全ては君のためにあるから

Fate Of A Sealed Firework .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

“………” – “Yes?” – “I realized the light in your lamp is shaped like a firework. Is there perhaps any meaning behind it?” You gave Kei a nod, a light smile making its way to your face – “I do love them but it’s been over centuries since I’ve last seen one.” Kei watched as your tone shifted from one of calmness and willingness to a more sorrowful, gloomy tone. “Hm.. but I heard firework festivals are pretty common, no?” – “Yes but the last time I’ve ever seen them was with my late sensei.” – Kei couldn’t help but want to take back his question immediately, being reminded of your tone when your sensei was mentioned ever since the first night you two met, he’d wished at least he’d been wary enough not to remind you of it again. “I’m sorry to hear that..” – “You know what fireworks represent Kei?” Kei stayed silent, quietly being a good listener, “….” – “Joy and happiness. That's why it is the most prioritized accessory in a celebration. But ever since her death, I no longer have anything to celebrate for, to applaud for, to cry out in joy for.” You paused for a moment after your rambled-up words

– “but deep down, I still truly admired and adored them, hence explains this artificial firework-shaped pyro that I’ve trapped in this glass lamp – the flaming firework represents my longing joy that have been trapped in – and the glass lamp that represents my caged heart.”

Still alive in this heart まだ この胸の中 生きづいたまま

Feelings like a small torch 小さな灯し火のような想いを

Heart Ablaze .𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

“But out of all people, I’d want to be the one to free this firework…”, Kei mumbled to himself, head low to the ground as he was reminded of your calm and ethereal voice. Would this kind of fate had dawned on you if you never met him. Kei’s entangled thoughts were unraveled a familiar sound.

Don't let the wind blow you away 風に吹かれぬように

Don't get wet in the rain 雨に濡れないように

I held you forever ずっと 抱きしめてた

Just stay straight and have the strength to wish ただ 真っ直ぐなまま 願う強さも

My fragile self is about to burst into tears 泣き出しそうになる 脆い自分も

I need you 君が居なきゃ

I didn't know that. 知らなかったんだよ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖.˚⊹.Fireworks! 🪄⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹

I found my destiny in a coincidence 偶然の中で運命を見つけた

Kei sprang around in an instance, trains of thoughts channeling across his head – “what if, what if it was just you…” he’d wished it was you, you awake, standing upon the balcony to bless him with a greeting of a thousand fireworks. Kei’s eyes glossed up in tears, as his wish and prayers were heard. The beauty that he’s met ages of dusks ago, on the edge of the pearly-white balcony. A gentle smile on her face and in her hand a firecracker – shooting out combustions of fireworks.

The lone glass lamp held tightly in the grip of Kei’s hand – the faded firework, glowing in bright vermillion – like the blazing heart of its owner.

The world has changed just by having you 君がいるだけで 世界は変わった

༶•┈┈┈┈┈┈୨.𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚⊹. ༻༺ .⊹˚₊⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹୧┈┈┈┈┈•༶

[silversweetpea]

Fresco Feelings

word count:2792

summary: It seems silly to make a birthday present for someone that you never met, its less silly to give someone that loved them something to remember them by.

warnings: Peter talks about May and is a little sad but that’s about the worst of it.

authors note: I love the idea of secret messages in public and i’m also constantly obsessed with the secret language of flowers. Both of these have combined into a problem which I could only solve by way of writing a quiet little gift giving fic for pete. Can be read as romantic or platonic because I'm still not sure exactly how old Pete is in Canon and I'm not comfy writing explicitly romantic stories for him when I'm an adult and he's a minor 😅 

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“You hoping a spray a day will keep the doctor away?” Unexpected voices should startle you, but it’s hard to be scared of the one good guy swinging around your city. You pause in your detail work of the mural of Doctor Strange to look over your shoulder at Spiderman.

“Worth a shot, right? What’s up webs?” The vigilante sits on the lid of the dumpster behind you, legs swinging slightly where they hang over the edge. He looks casual but given how cold out it is you’re sure the guy is freezing his ass off through that thin costume of his. 

“Nothing much, it’s slow tonight.” You already know that, there’s a police scanner in your pocket that you use to keep up to date on how close you are to getting caught. Something bought from pure practicality and which had no relation to the colorful man behind you and trying to figure out if he was being safe in the city. 

“So are you going to arrest me then?” It wouldn’t be hard. Your hands and jeans are covered in the exact same shades as the cans rolling about your feet. The smell of spray paint lingered in your clothes like perfume and while you hadn’t signed the artwork you’d have a hard time keeping a straight face if they asked you what you thought about it.

Hell, this wasn’t even the first time he had caught you. You had lost count of how many times the hero had dropped down from the sky to critic your line art or help you come up with a better punchline to attach to it. This wasn’t one of your funniest pieces, more for the kids that passed the area on the way to school than to make a statement. 

“Nah, it’s not that slow. Not to mention that last time I tried to help with bringing in a case of vandalism I accidentally stepped into some family drama and it just wasn’t worth the hassle.” There’s a wince in his words, a scrunch of his face and shoulders that you can see from the corner of your eye as you pick up painting again. 

“So what you’re telling me is I have free reign over my alleys?”

“Don’t push it, like I said, it’s been slow.” His laugh is a nice sound even if its quieter than normal. In fact, the longer you listen to him and the more you speak to him the clearer it becomes that something is off. Maybe its just the cold of the dumpster?

“Okay, I think that’s about it for Strange.” The mural is painted in messy strokes and colorful blocks, the wizard sitting in one chair reading a newspaper with a towel wrapped about his head and a hand reaching through a portal which connects just next to him to a Starbucks cup on a counter. No need for a caption, too dangerous to sign your name when you poke fun at heroes so much. The cans are easy to gather and throw into your backpack and the whole while Spiderman sits quietly and watches you. 

You can see your breathe in the air as you turn to face him again and its unsettling to see how still he is. The vigilante’s eyes are hidden from the suit he wore but his posture is rigid and focused entirely on the mural you had just finished. He doesn’t move until you cough and tilt your head ever so slightly towards the exit in an unspoken question and even then Spiderman’s steps are quiet when they join yours in walking down the street.

“Do you know him?” The vigilante jumps just a bit at the unexpected question, an endearing sort of move. It takes him another minute to realize what you’re asking and by the time he speaks again, voice shaky from some emotion you can’t puzzle out with your brain so cold, you’ve reached the last location for the night. 

Well, in honest the Strange mural was supposed to be the only mural for the night but you’d been eyeing this side of a building for a while and Spiderman didn’t seem to want to be alone. You didn’t want to be alone either. 

“I used to.” The only noise other than his voice is the shaking of a can of paint. You’re far enough from the main streets that traffic is distant and everyone in the apartment buildings down the street are full of citizens either sleeping or pretending to so they don’t draw attention to themselves. “He seems strict but he means well.”

“Well he can mean well far away from me. Those portals of his freak me out.” You see the mask move, just a ghost of an expression beneath it but combined with the quiet exhale of breath its nice to pretend that he’s smiling. 

“You freak me out.” The comment holds no weight when he holds the can you hand him while you grab the next. Time passes slowly, like syrup dripping from a bottle. The blue is a shade brighter than you’d like, but with the red its still recognizable.

“So what’s really going on Webs?” He jumps again. It’s not as endearing this time but whatever trance he had fallen into is broken enough for him to hand you the red again. “I know I’m a delight to be around and all but if you sit any longer I’m going to be forced to ask you to help with this color blocking.”

“It’s my aunt’s birthday today.” Spiderman’s voice is small and there’s a morose tone about it that makes you uncomfortable. It wouldn’t if he were daredevil or hawkeye even but to hear your friendly neighborhood hero - because fuck the cops he was more of a hero than they were - sets your nerves on edge. 

Still, you don’t look at him, just keep pushing forwards with your art like you’ve always done.

“Oh, that’s great how old is she?” The silence is enough of an answer in and of itself. Spiderman stands just a touch too still next to you and the careful casualty of your companionship slips away when you’re not looking. His breath is quiet in the night but his sigh is not. The puddle at his feet ripples when the vigilante shifts, just enough movement for you to nod in assurance that you understood.

The silence ends up winding its way around the two of you like an affectionate cat may your ankles. The gentle hush of wind scraping over cement could be mistaken for a half hearted purr as Spiderman watches you pick up a can of green paint and begin to work again. 

“Do you want to talk about her?” He makes a bit of a startled noise, but doesn’t jump. Progress is progress you suppose. “I mean, I never met her so anything you wanted to share would be news to me.”

“I don’t know.” It never gets easier to see a hero casual, watch him turn his back to the wall you’re working on and lean against it like he’d just slipped out for a cigarette. It’s your turn to hum then, pausing in your work long enough to look where he’s curled his shoulders in, tucked his head down to his chest. 

The man feels cold when you rest your hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to webs, but if you wanted to reminisce on something happy I’d love to know about her. You could talk about her favorite flowers or your inside jokes. Talk about that annoying quirk of hers that you hated but miss now that she’s gone.” The words are soft as silk when you drape them on his shoulders. “I won’t push if you really don’t want to talk about it, but if you want someone to listen I’m in no hurry.”

Spiderman swallows hard, looks up at the sky, and speaks.

“She loved yellow Hibiscus flowers.” His voice sounds younger then it ever has. It’s easy to forget sometimes that he’s not much older than you are, that he just started showing up in the city a few years ago. 

“Really?” If the man doesn’t like your hand on his shoulder he’s made no move to voice his displeasure. The streetlights catch on the two of you and the cans of paint but not enough for you to make out an expression through the fabric with which to help direct your response. The careful curiosity seems the right choice though given he starts to speak again.

“Yeah, always tried to grow them on the windowsill of our apartment but a week into their lives they would start to wilt.” When he moves to crouch down you follow and your hand seems glued to the fabric for the amount of effort it takes you to pull it back to yourself. 

“Did it ever occur to you guys that the flowers might be wilting because they’re tropical plants and we’re in new york?” Somewhere in the distance a dog barks and it almost covers the noise of amusement that Spiderman lets out. 

“No I usually just blamed it on her cooking.” A picture starts to take shape as he speaks with fondness. One filled with warmth and color that fostered his sense of humor and likely his sense of right and wrong at the same time. “The landlord threatened to remove our fire alarms if she set them off one more time.”

“But I’ll bet she was funny, right?” You don’t say that she had to have been because she was related to the web head, that might be too personal. If there was one thing that Spiderman had made clear in his visits and talks with you it was that as friendly as he was he didn’t do personal very well. 

“She certainly thought she was.” The fragility is back and you’re sure that if you could see his face you would find a far off look in his eyes.

“Well so do you and your humor is hit or miss so-”

“Hey!” you’re rewarded for your humor with a gentle knocking of his shoulder against yours and an almost normal tone again. It had seemed right at the time to ask about his aunt but now grief had started to slip its way between your ribs. If not grief for her, than grief on Spiderman’s behalf. Grief at family lost, love unexpressed. You knew something about that last one in particular. 

You stand up first. It’s hard to sit with the pressure creeping in on your heart. The vigilante remains crouched at your feet as you go back to spraying colors onto the wall. light blues and yellows that look nothing short of flat compared to the shaded blobs of green. 

“What are you painting?” His voice isn’t as warm as usual but it’s better than when he made his doctor strange joke. 

“You’ll see.”

“I hate when you say that.” This time he rises and moves to stand behind you. If he had the urge to he could rest his head on your shoulder and watch you work you can feel his presence so close. You try not to think about what gloved hands would feel like on your hip or wrapped around your waist as you worked.

“Oh come on, I stand by my artwork.” There’s a crack in your voice as you try to focus on shaping the colors into something more recognizable. If the hero catches it he thankfully does not mention it.

“I know you do, you repainted the same Steve Rogers joke five times.” Spiderman’s teasing is enough to break the fluster that had taken hold of you. When you look over your shoulder at him, can in hand, you’re certain that he’s smiling back at you.

“I would have stopped at three if they hadn’t put it in the papers.” He laughs again and it sounds even better than before, smaller than usual but no less kind. He hadn’t followed you as you worked until a few pieces after that but apparently the hero had found an equal amount of amusement in the comparison of Rodgers to some sort of turtle. 

“I’ll let the bugle know next time I see them.” You turn back to your work and finally begin to do the outlining on the center of the piece. It used to make you nervous to start adding final touching with an audience but it was hard to sit still with webs so close to you. 

“Oh yeah that’ll go over well.” You murmur, “spider-menance consorts with local vandal. God he hates you.”

“Don’t remind me.” The man groans and then he does drop his head to rest on your shoulder, hiding his face in the material of your hoodie as his hands rest on your upper arms. It’s nothing more than a dramatic overreaction to thinking about the bugle, you know that logically. Your heart, however, does not and has ceased to beat at all at the sudden contact.

“Hey can I ask you a question?” You speak near instantly, desperate to distract him from the point of contact he was making with you and he way that even through the material of his mask and your hoodie you could feel the slope of his nose, could start to imagine what he may look like.

“Uhm, yeah?” the hero raises his head enough to rest just his chin on your shoulder, hands still loose on your upper arms. There’s a hesitance in his voice that makes you worried he’s going to pull away. 

“What?”

“Are you sleeping with that photographer that keeps taking your photo?” There’s a sputtering of noise that escapes him and when he does step back it’s clearly in shock. You miss his touch, but you take some sliver of delusional comfort in the idea that he felt comfortable to rest on you in the first place.

“That Peter something, he takes all the photos of you for the bugle? The internet is convinced you two are sleeping together since he’s the only one that can get you in any half decent shots.” It’s not the question most people would ask but it seems to have been the right choice again. You’d love to ask what he does for a living or to hear more about his aunt but it’s good to hear him laugh and stumble over his words like this was any other night.

“You have one of those?” There’s no glance over your shoulder but you’re certain that he does that familiar headshake that lets you know you’ve amused him but he doesn’t want you to know that. For someone with a mask, he’s always seemed like an open book. 

“No, no.” Not to mention that it means you can stop figuring out if you need to contact the photographer to try and weasle information out of him. There are so many landmines in conversation you don't realize are there until you've already stepped on them. “I mean don’t get me wrong I have nothing against the guy he’s just not my type. I only let him take photos because he always catches my good side.”

“Okay that’s it, I’m leaving.” The bulk of the painting is done enough for the hero to know that he’s made his way onto the wall again, but you’ve avoided doing the detail work on his surroundings. The same parts of you that feel deflated at his exit also take comfort in knowing that he’ll be surprised tomorrow when he sees the finished work. 

“Stay safe out there, okay?” Is all you can manage. You like to think that he hears the unspoken I care about you. I’m sorry for your loss. I hope you know that I’m here for you.

“Safe is my middle name,” His footsteps are slow as he moves down the street. “Make sure you head home soon, okay? If you get sick they might take the opportunity to paint over Steve again.”

“They wouldn’t dare.” His laugh disappears into the night far slower than he does. Long after the red and blue figure has slipped into the dark of night you can still hear it in your head, rich and real as it settles in you.

You hear it again in your head when the photos of your newest mural begin to circulate online. Including a particularly well shot photo by Peter Parker and an opening sentence by a writer you don’t care about aside from the fact that they misspell the scientific names for the hibiscus flowers and forget me nots that you so carefully detailed in the night. 

[aancunin]

𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸     :𝐷𝑈𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝑅𝐴𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆   .

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑁   ⚔    toothy  grins,  stories  around  the  campfire,  clothes  covered  in  pet  hair,  hot  temper,  old  jeans,  heartbeat  in  head,  potatoes  and  steak,  beaded  jewellery,  bruises  like  galaxies,  mementos, backpack  stuffed  full,  craigslist  furniture, spontaneous  road  trips,  air  ripped  from  lungs.

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐷     ⚔     homemade  bread, white  lies, easily  excited,  trying  on  hats,  band  geek,  pep  talks,  no impulse  control,  sunsets,  vintage  fashion, long  showers,  selfies,  following  dreams,  rosy cheeks,  song  mash-ups,  pink  lemonade  with  tequila, loves  easily,  animated  storyteller, full  of  comebacks.

𝐶𝐿𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐶    ⚔    list  of  wishes,  biting  their  tongue,  band-aids  and  neosporin,  shoulder  to  cry  on,  morning  sun,  necklaces, trial  and  error, homemade  quilts, formal  clothing, astrology  fan,  messages  in  bottles,  pleated  braids,  speaking  up  for  friends, feathers, motivational  quotes,  vivid  dreams.

𝐷𝑅𝑈𝐼𝐷      ⚔       bird  watching, shy  kid,  wind  chimes, trying  to  whistle,  summer  camp, apple  orchards,  lost  in  their  head, glow-in-the-dark  stars  on  the  ceiling,  hoodies,  thrift shopping,  saving  worms  off  the  sidewalk,  pig  latin,  bare  feet, thunderstorms, numb  fingers, braided  hair,  naming potted  plants.

𝐹𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝐸𝑅      ⚔     goose  bumps,  leather  jackets,  adventure,  chewing  nails, cares  deeply  but  can’t  show  it, bronze  locks,  no  sleep, taste  of  iron,  netflix  binges,  never  forgets, combat  boots,  stories  behind  scars, table  for  one,  official  soundtracks, sore  calves,  trusts  themselves  the  most.

𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐾    ⚔       always  trying  to  be  better,  wanderlust,  meditation,  sweat  pants, old   photographs,  yoga,  sleeping  in  hammocks, nostalgia,  minimalist  design, breath  of  fresh  air,  baby  animals,  volunteering,  perfectionist, doesn’t  care  about  fashion,  healthy  snacks,  noticing  the  little  things.

𝑃𝐴𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁     ⚔      school  uniforms, thick  jackets,  sleeping  with  the  windows  open, logical  advice, scrapbooking,  compasses,  i  fight  for  my  friends, sculpture  gardens,  cold  morning  air,  big  soul,  likes  routine,  secret  romantic, last  to  get  jokes, sunflowers, practical  presents,  misty  weather.

𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅    ⚔      herbal  tea,  smell  of  rain,  blinking  away  tears,  camping  trips, collecting  bones,  swiss  army  knives, first  impressions, anxious  thoughts,  bobby  pins,  burnt  marshmallows,  too  competitive,  clothes  lines,   messenger  bags,  holding  grudges, gets  along  better  with  animals  than  people.

𝑅𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸     ⚔      flirtatious  sarcasm, candid  photos,  lost  phone  chargers,  adrenaline  rush,  picking  dirt  out  from  beneath  their  nails,  social  chameleon,  clashing  clothes, self-deprecating  jokes,  claw  machines,  sits  in  chairs  wrong,  smudged  eyeliner, has  too  many  sunglasses, eats  nothing  or  everything.

𝑆𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑅      ⚔     infectious  laugh,  family  trees,  shivers  down  their  spine, lipstick  and  roses, mood  swings,  clumsy,  believing  in  destiny,  high  expectations,  sleeping  in  darkness,  collection  of  nail  polish, passionate,  good  grades  but  never  studies, poetry  books, blowing  kisses,  not  knowing  their  own  strength.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾      ⚔     knowing  everyone’s  secrets, backpack  covered  in  pins,  envy, being  in  walmart  late  at  night,  earl  grey,  selective  memory,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids,  keysmashing, need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook,  bags  under  eyes, experimental  art, flickering  bulbs,  black  clothing  all  year  long

𝑊𝐼𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷   ⚔     piles  of  textbooks, cat  in  lap, keeping  a  diary,  indecision,  scented  candles,  studying  alone  in  a  café,  lingering  touches,  museum  dates,  unanswered  questions,  taking  on  too  much  responsibility,  collections,  chalk  dust,  comfy  robes, unnecessary  apologies,  coming  home  after  a  long  day.

Tagged by: @thenetherese Tagging: Whoever wants to do this one

[moonpool-system]

Introducing the facets of the Prism subsystem!

[pt: Introducing the facets of the Prism Subsystem!]

We've referred to ourselves collectively for so long because the times we end up blurry or rapidly switching makes it hard to establish hard lines between us. But we still don't want to be seen as singular, so we thought we'd craft intros! We'll keep this one updated.

🌌 General information 🌌

🌕 Collective name: Prism / The Prism

🌕 Collective pronouns: they/them, ona

🌕 We are a median subsystem! We're all spiritually alterhuman as well. We consider ourselves to share a soul.

🌕 We are a monoconscious subsystem! We aren't really able to communicate between ourselves. Switching feels more like shapeshifting, but by changing fundamental aspects about ourself/ves.

🌕 We are collectively frontstuck. The closest we can get to leaving front is a tuned-out, almost half-asleep state while members not in the subsystem use the body. However, we can enter headspace to an extent via meditation! We share a mindform that changes appearance depending on facet.

🌕 Our three most likely origins include autistic masking, spiritual alterhumanity, and regular old complex trauma

🌕 We use "we" and "I" both pretty fluidly, since not only are we all connected facets, but we share the same point of awareness due to our monoconscious structure.

🌕 We collectively identify as greysexual demiromantic, but that varies significantly depending on the member! Gender isn't really a factor to us in attraction as much as a certain "vibe" we can't quite describe. As for gender, the body is transneu and we all identify at least partially with the moon, stars, & ocean, but gender specifics vary between members. Species-wise, we collectively identify as a shapeshifter. (Not a physical shifter)

🌕 We're collectively a Chaos witch, and while all of us believe in one way or another, some of us practice in outerworld more than others.

🌌 Meet the Prism's facets! 🌌

Intros will be written in the third person by another facet until the facet themselves is able to fill it out in the first person.

💜 Moth - they/it - I'm the one that typed all that out so I guess I'll put myself first ^^ I'm uhh a moth idk. We have a few past lives where we were a moth so I'm an amalgamation of all that, and I also tend to front when we're low energy or need to take a rest. I'm usually around at night and I gravitate toward the color purple. I'm greysexual and demiromanticflux, I think

🌘 Lucis - lu/lun, ou/oun, they/them - Hi, I'm a moon elf that comes around pretty often to hyperfixate/enthuse about special inerests, manage relationships, and do most outerworld magic. I can be a bit of an anxiety holder but that's okay- I'm also the system-manageriest of all of us, so I try to stay aware of and record as much as possible about us. Ask me about our past lives!

🌑 Eclipse - they/it - Some sort of living shadow being, paranoia holder & handler of meltdowns, as well as an OCD holder. Caring & dedicated, sticks to its beliefs.

🗡️ Aeber - they/them, lu/lun, ou/oun - An amalgam of a few different "thief archetype" past lives, distrusting and quiet. Willing to go farther than most of us to take care of what needs to be done, but pushes outsiders away because of it. Keeps an extremely small close circle only ou trusts.

🔫 Cans - she/they, fae/faer - An excitable Inkling that fronts when we're feeling bodily energetic, which is a rarity! Loves physical activities, art with vivid colors, and vintage (read: 80s-90s aesthetics) clothing. Very loudly alloaro

💀 Minato - they/them, it/its, lu/lun, ona - I'm... I don't even know how to describe my species, I'm the Sea of the Soul in a human body. But I digress. I'm a Minato Arisato (Persona 5) fictive, and the Prism's holder for melancholy and other morbid emotions. I'm asexual and demiromantic. I like to think I'm more confident in myself than facets like Lucis and Eclipse. Each life is precious and short. Memento Mori.

🃏 Akira - ae/aer, he/him, they/them - Heya, I'm a Joker fictive and I've been here since we started advocating for ourselves in high school. I keep us grounded and try to appreciate the little things, like making good food and sitting outside in nice weather. I'm pretty good at shopping and cooking. There's another Akira here that we're median with, but he's outside the Prism so it's pretty funny when we end up talking to each other. If I could front when I wanted I'd be cooking all our meals with him

💗 Nora - he/her - A quiet facet that takes the form of a transfem Nora Universe (SU) fictive. Equal parts passionate and uncertain, struggles to get a grasp on her identity and cares deeply for others.

📻 Croissant/Rabbit - they/them, she/him - WAHAHAHA I FINALLY EXIST AGAIN - I mean uh. Ahem. Hiiii I'm a multifictive of Croissant cookie from CRK (original timeline) and a rlly obscure character from the Rabbits podcast. I come around when we're feeling relaxed & methodical or really into time travel stuff. I like theoretical physics, applied metaphysics, chaos theory, things like that! I think too much about time loops that's probably why I haven't been here in ages

🏔️ Madeline - she/it/they - A fictive from Celeste that fronts when we're higher energy - confident, stubborn, and always eager to do things & move forward. One of the most grounded in doing things for ourselves in outerworld, but doesn't show up very often.

🐾 Kitter / "Kit" - it/its, kit/kits, crit/critts - A fluffy creature with white fur & grey skin, akin to an anthropomorphic felid or canid. (y'know how ferrets or foxes feel like a combination of both? yeah that) It's semiverbal and fronts when we're low energy, overwhelmed, or feeling safe enough to completely relax. It likes being around people, soft textures, and nice music.

🏹 Link - fae/faer, they/he - I'm a Link/Hylian fictive that tries to find a balance between helping out others and staying grounded. I like to spend time outside and exist where I am, and I feel drawn toward nature magick. I like talking about my fictive & otherkin canons, Hylian & Sheikah lore & mythos, archery. I get sub-shifts depending on which life I'm feeling most like at the time, it's complicated but still me. I'm halfway between an exotrauma/phoenitrauma holder and a current-trauma holder.

🎲 Ouma - they/he/it/any - A Kokichi Ouma fictive that channels the desire to talk about our exotrauma and a blatant disdain toward common social structure. Flips between wanting everyone to listen to him and paranoia over rejection. A good few of us are exotrauma/phoenitrauma holders but he's most prominent

🌕 Rei - he/him, they/them, lu/lun - A Rei Kon (Beyblade) fictive that has a very grounded, specifically masculine iteration of our lunar identity. Either tigerkin or tigerhearted? Physically active but knows how to pace himself. Really mentally stable but very hard to get in front

🪽 Emily/Em - E/Em, it/they/she - A Seraph and Eclipse's parallel opposite; dedicated & caring, always trying to help others; a paranoia & OCD holder. Compassionate and tries hard to be likeable.

🍬 Bonnie - they/her -A Princess Bubblegum fictive and very recent member! Blunt & principled, fascinated by magic and calls it "science we don't understand yet". Friendly and confident, but easily offended.