hi! do you have tips for getting the likeness of characters in different styles? i really want to draw klance, but i cant seem to get it to look like them unless i draw it in their original animation kind of style. thank you so much!
okay haha wait... u gave me a fun challenge this evening. under the cut is how i personally maintain their recognizability. or at least i think i do!
obv my style still shows thru on these LOL but the things i think abt are listed above. When doing other characters I consider the jawline & nose shape (huge ones that can affect a char profile a ton) but since K and L are kinda generic anime boys I just keep their hair, brows, and eyes under consideration.
Another big one is expressions! for example if you draw keith even in the most canon style, but he's doing something/looking OOC, you'll lose your recognizability.
(did not meant to make this so long but now im in the zone SO) CONTEXT! Lance will go :0 or :D or :-) etc etc while keith shows happy, sad, surprise, fear, in smaller more subtle ways. unless he's raging. but whatever my point is your understanding of the character's personality also defines how you draw them.
and don't be afraid if it doesn't 'look like them'! like you said, its not gonna be perf unless its canon style, but its no fun to force yourself to do it like that. let some of your personality shine thru ur work. it's what makes it yours, and what makes your take on kl unique.
last tip life hack: just draw keith with his arms crossed. it automatically ups his in character factor by 928381%, imo (which im now realizing could be a whole other section on body language, but you get it... it's not just their face, but think of how the character would pose)
(P.S., i just realized you said characters in general and then added on about klance. But the TLDR is the same; try to figure out the common shapes of their jaw, their eyes, their brows, their forehead... and keep those in circulation. Does their nose tilt up or down? does it have a bump? is it wide? narrow? think of the face like a set of individual puzzle pieces you're assembling; thats how i make faces!)
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--- [IKEPRI CLAVIS] Watching you get off
Explicit, reader has vagina
Prologue: The mattress felt warm beneath you, the feel of the fabric adorning it against your bare skin causing a shiver of anticipation to course through you. Instinctively, you drew your knees close together, hiding away one of the most intimate parts of you. There was an irrational worry that your lover may judge you for what he saw; the way your trepid excitement glistened along your labia, how your core felt alight with the temptation of pleasure.
You took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Relaxing your shoulders, legs, mind. You’ve been with him for quite some time now, and he had seen you in worse states. In fact, he wanted to see more of your gratification. Which is why he sat near you, eyes glinting with interest at your naked form presented in display for his undivided attention.
Surely, this was an activity that most couples partook in once in a while. Or, that’s what you kept repeating to yourself to stave off nerves. Yet his haze hungrily raking across your body, smiling as your hands slowly ran over the peaks of your breasts, had your mind racing. You were… self conscious, but you were willing to do this for him.
You just hoped he wouldn't tease you too much for it…
The suave smile he dons is enough to send your heart racing alone, but paired with what you’re doing, it fuels your hands further. His breath seems to still as you use two fingers to spread your lower lips open, revealing just how wet you had gotten from the anticipation of doing this for him.
Clavis watches intently, his expression morphing from one of delight, to almost awe at the excitement gathered at your legs.
“My, my, I didn't know you enjoyed this sort of thing.” The tease doesn't have its usual allure. His voice comes out a little weaker, eyes caught on the way you carefully toy with your clit, how your chest rises and falls just a little faster.
“The man I love is watching me with rapt attention, did you not think that would affect me?”
With that, his lips quirk up slightly. He's still enamored at the sight in front of him, but the verbal reminder of your love for him adds another layer of appreciation, stoking the building arousal within him.
Touching yourself was easier with eyes closed, so that you could think about previous nights with Clavis… how his hand would tweak your nipples, his fingers teasing their way down your body, before carefully slipping inside and stroking your inner walls…
It'd been so long since Clavis wasn't on your mind when pleasuring yourself, that you're unsure of how you did so before him. Because now your fingers mimic Clavis’ usual movements and pacing inside of you without a second thought. They mimic how he would pull out occasionally to tease around your entrance. Or how when his fingers were deep inside, stroking the perfect spot, that his other hand would rub your clit with just the right amount of pressure…
Despite your earlier nerves, you were now laid out on the bed with ease. Taking your time touching yourself, giving Clavis a show of just how much you could revel in memories between the two of you. Moans slip out quietly and without much of a care, and it takes you a while to notice you're not the only one making noise.
The clink of a belt pulls you out of your haze, enough to where you see Clavis leaning back in his seat, cock in hand as he watches you, stroking firmly. You quickly notice that he's matching the pace of your fingers, and it makes your toes curl.
“I simply thought it would be… ungentlemanly of me… to let you do this alone,” he explains, thumbing the precum gathering on the head of his dick, “I think you need a show as well.”
:) jerkin it is fun. Especially with your partner.
I'm contemplating doing this with other characters, with the same prologue used, but I am unsure of who I would want to do. I think I'd like to try and do Isaac, at least. It'd be a slow thing, since there are other things I would like to write as well, but depending on how I feel I might try to do so! Suggestions for who are welcome (but not guaranteed to be written)
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hey! saw you had a post asking for requests and I had an idea.
can you please write a Vox x Reader thing where Vox is feeling insecure due to either Alastor or Valentino and reader comforts him & reassures him that he's good enough? maybe with cuddles at the end?
thank you! love your writing so much btw :)
- someone who is also an intense Vox simp
Upgrades (Insecure!Vox x Reader)
Thank you! I had a lot of fun with this one, I hope you enjoy it! I had an idea and kinda ran with it, so it may be a bit different than expected. Feel free to request again, especially if this wasn’t what you were looking for!
It’s all about image.
Vox is a loud, confident man. Everyone knows that much. He’s outgoing, social, charismatic.. He’s not afraid to stifle a rumor at a moments notice. He has no qualms about taking out the trash when necessary- and in business, it was often necessary.
“-is nothing working?”
“ignore his chirping!”
Business is all about image. It comes with its pros and cons, its rises and falls. A little risk is a natural part of it. You've got to have some skin in the game if you want to win. Business was all about the ups and downs. Sometimes it seemed as though it was an endless path down, to Vox
“Everyday he's got a new format!”
Vox is a man of change. Keeping up with the latest trends and slang. He’s not afraid to make sacrifices- it’s all apart of business, after all. He’s always looking for a new upgrade.
“You’re all bark and no bite, Voxy… just another lap dog, aren’t you?”
Vox is loud— attention seeking
Vox tasks risk— he’s got nothing to lose
Vox is a man of change— eager to please the masses
Vox is… insecure
It’s all about image.
When Vox summoned me to his office, I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect. As his assistant, I had grown accustomed to his mood swings and occasional bouts of self-doubt, but something about this felt different, more intense.
The tension in the air was palpable as I made my way down the dimly lit corridor toward Vox’s office. I could sense his unease from the moment I entered the room, his usual air of confidence replaced by an aura of vulnerability.
“Vox?” I asked, stepping into his office. I gently closed the door behind me and walked over to him.
“Ah! There you are, darling,” Vox said, spinning around in his chair to face me. He wore a wide grin, cables stretched from all around the room to the back of his head. “I need your help with a few upgrades. Hand me that tablet, would you?”
“Vox,” I began softly, crossing the room to stand beside him. I gave him the tablet but didn’t leave. “Are you alright?”
“I, uh..” Vox faltered for a moment. His normally vibrant eyes were dull with self-doubt, and I could see the weight of his insecurities pressing down on him like a heavy burden. He took the tablet, his expression a mask of determination as he worked on those ‘upgrades’. But the tension in his shoulders and the furrow in his brow betrayed the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.
"I've been thinking," Vox began, his voice hesitant. "About what they said. About me being too eager to please, too willing to change myself for others."
My heart sank at the vulnerability in his voice, the raw emotion that he rarely showed to anyone. It was a side of Vox that few were privileged to see, and it filled me with a sense of urgency to help him.
"I understand why you might feel that way, Vox," I said softly, moving closer to him. "But you don't need to change who you are to please others. You're perfect just the way you are."
My heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, the weight of his insecurities threatening to crush him. “Vox, you’re perfect just the way you are,” I said again, trying to get it through to him, my voice firm with conviction. “You don’t need to change for anyone else.”
He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “You don’t understand,” he muttered, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I thought if I could just get rid of these flaws, these annoying feelings, I’d be better. But I don’t know… I just- I need some upgrades, and I’ll be right as rain!”
I reached out to him, gently tilting his chin up to meet my gaze. “Vox, you don’t need to change who you are to please others,” I insisted, my voice unwavering. “You’re already perfect in my eyes.”
For a moment, Vox seemed to waver, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. And then, with a soft sigh, he leaned into my touch, his walls crumbling in the face of my unwavering support.
He looked up at me, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. "Do you really believe that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, reaching out to take his hand in mine. "I do, Vox. You're brilliant, talented, and incredibly charismatic. You tell the best jokes, you have always have shark facts! I love you shark facts. You don't need to change a single thing about yourself."
For a moment, Vox seemed lost in thought, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. But then, with a shaky exhale, he leaned into my touch, his shoulders relaxing as he allowed himself to be vulnerable.
"I just... I don't want to be seen as weak," he admitted, his voice barely audible.
"You're not weak, Vox," I assured him, squeezing his hand gently. "You're strong, resilient, and capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for. And I'll be here to support you every step of the way."
With those words, a small smile tugged at the corners of Vox's lips. And in that moment, as we sat together in the quiet comfort of his office, I saw him cry for the first time. "I'm sorry," he whispered, wiping away his tears, his voice barely audible. "I just... I don't know… I’m sorry..."
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close in a comforting embrace. "It's okay," I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what. I love you.”
And as we sat there together, enveloped in the warmth of each other's embrace, I knew that no amount of insecurities could ever change the depth of my love for Vox. I held him close, rubbing his back. I gave him soft kisses and whispered reassurances, keeping my arms wrapped around him all the same. I wanted him to know that I loved him, flaws and all.
“Thank you, I…. I needed that. Thank you,” Vox mumbled, his face buried against me. He held me tighter. “I love you too.”
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