#just messing around with techniques and layering

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In honor of the rainbow fire man being a @fairytail-redraw prompt, I did some color experiments :3

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[wolf-shifter] Rome + Yes or red

wolf-shifter!Rome x human!Reader Good to know: tied down, edging

Previously: [wolf-shifter] Rome - Rome's rut starts while you are asleep next to him. [wolf-shifter] Rome + NSFW Alphabet [wolf-shifter] Rome + you take control - It's your turn to take control while the wolf is tied to the bed. Patreon/[wolf-shifter] Rome + for more - You go back to Rome for more.

Summary: Rome has his technique to make you compliant.

Your voice is a broken plea, trembling and raw. "Pleasepleaseplease." The words are nothing more than a breathless whine under the weight of your desperation. Tears cling to your lashes, then spill over, hot and salty as they streak down your cheeks. You can feel the familiar, salty sting on your tongue when your swollen lips part with another cry. "Rome-" His name claws its way up your throat, then fades among your labored breathing. "Please."

The shifter looms above you. His broad frame cages you against the bed. His gaze is sharp and calculating as he watches each twitch and flutter of your body. “You know what I want to hear,” he says, nuzzling his black nose behind your ear. "Just say it, Y/N," he urges you softly, amused. He shifts his hips forward, pressing them against your backside in a firm but teasing motion. "Just say what I want to hear, and you get what you want."

Your flushed skin is damp, glinting under the dim light with a thin layer of sweat. You are right in the middle of the bed, face buried in the tangled mess of sheets that reek of the scent of your mixed desires. Your arms strain, and your wrists sore from the firm hold of the robes binding them tightly to your ankles. Your back arches instinctively, hips raised in the air, leaving you bare and vulnerable to his predatory gaze. Your muscles stretch, and every shallow breath you take presses your chest further into the mattress.

"But-" Whatever you want to say dies on your tongue. Your words dissolve into a needy, pathetic whimper. "Rome-"

Your core clenches around his cock. Your cunt, swollen and overly sensitive, throbs and drools around his thick length. Your warm, slick walls flutter around him, pleading for the friction you so desperately need. He is soaked in your slickness, and you are covered in the mess of his cum. You can feel it drip down on your thighs, smearing all over your skin.

"Say it," he snarls above you. The rumble of his demand rolls across your spine, leaving you breathless. His chest presses against your back, the hard plates of his muscles following the arch of your back. "You pretty pussy is begging," he says. His breath is warm on the side of your face. "Give her what she wants." You can see his paw-like hand gripping onto the sheets, his fingers curl into the fabric as if wanting to tear it apart.

"I can't-" you cry out, sniffing. Every maddening grind of his hips pushes you deeper into your delirium. Your sight is blurry from the tears soaking your cheeks.

"Of course you can," Rome replies, keeping you stretched firmly around his cock. "Just say yes," he huffs. His muscles are taut from the force he keeps himself from pounding into you. "It would be so easy, Y/N," he coaxes. "Why are you punishing your pussy, huh? With your silly stubbornness." Straightening himself, the shifter pulls out of you, and you sniff again, louder as you try to follow him until his hands grab onto your hips, stopping you from moving. Without the warmth of his fur around you, you feel cold, shivering at the loss of him.

Rome started tormenting you when you laughed about his idea of you moving in with him. Carelessly, you said it would be too soon. Before you knew it, you were on your knees, wrists tied to your ankles. At first, you didn't worry about it. His tongue over your slick folds was too much to think about anything else. He ate you out like a starving man, feasting on your wetness until you were ready to fall over the edge, but then, he stopped. He replaced his mouth with his fingers. He stretched you out with one, two, three fingers while tapping over your clit, drawing small, teasing circles over the sensitive bud. When you still didn't budge, he positioned himself at your entrance, filling you up with his cock over and over again. During the last hour, he came inside you repeatedly, painting your quivering, aching insides with his seed until it started pooling onto the sheets between your spread legs.

At this point, your sensitive pussy is a mess of dripping arousal, and yet, he didn't let you cum even once. Every time you got close, he stopped, letting you fall back from the edge just to start it all over again.

You can feel the head of his cock gliding across your slit. Rome taps at your clit, watching your hip buck from the mix of pain and pleasure. Your arms tense as you try to get out of your restraints, but you don't even have enough strength to move more than an inch. A loud sniff rolls through your body, and for a second, Rome stops everything.

"You know your safeword, right?" The wolf asks quietly, watching every tremble of your body that can tell him that you are at your limits.

"It's red," you reply quietly.

"That's a good girl," he praises. "You know there is no out of this otherwise." His voice drops a few octaves as he presses his cock against your weeping pussy once again. He gathers his cum that escaped your used hole only to push it inside you again. He barely slips inside you, but he can already feel the tight ring of your muscles as you try to keep him there. "Say yes or say red, but there is no other option for you today."

For a long, tense second, none of you say anything. Rome waits for your reply while you try to gather at least one coherent thought under the thick fog of your mind. But there is nothing else for you to say, is there?

"Fine," you gasp. "Yes! I will move in with you! Please, Rome- Yesyesyes!"

The shifter slides inside you with one swift thrust of his hips, pushing out his own release in the process. You can feel his cum drip down across your slit as he starts to pound into you. His long fingers dig into the plush curve of your hips to keep you in place. His hold is bruisingly tight. His cock slams into your depth, balls slapping against your clit. The mixed sound of your hiccuping cries and his feral snarls fill the room, and the wooden frame of the bed thuds against the wall with each powerful buck of his hips.

"That's it," he growls above. "Let me give that pussy what she wants. Good girl."

With every stroke of his cock, you wheeze and moan as you feel your orgasm barreling down from the pit of your stomach. Your vision blurs, and the tight, burning knot in your stomach finally snaps, making you tense and then melt against the bed when the world falls apart around you. You clench around Rome's cock, throbbing and fluttering from the force of your climax washing over you in thick waves. The wet sound of him pushing inside you completely, only to plaster your walls with his seed one more time, rings in your ears. You can feel him pulsing and twitching, every warm spurt of his own release ripples across your spine. He pumps into you over and over again until there is nothing left, and your eyes flutter shut from the exhaustion that takes over you within a few seconds.

"Now." You hear him humming under his breath. You feel his claws snapping the ropes around your tingling limbs as he adjusts you across the bed, massaging your sore muscles and caressing your heated skin. "Sleep while I pack your things."

"Rome-" your voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper, and no matter how much you fight it, you can't make yourself to open your eyes or say anything more.

"Sleep," he says, pressing his lips to your forehead. "I will take care of everything else.

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stay soft, get eaten | tanjiro kamado x hashira!reader

tanjiro was accused of treason, and there was more than enought proof for you to cut his head and damn his existence. that was your duty as a hashira. but as a friend, you couldn't. you could never.

cw: angst. hurt/barely any comfort. childhood friends to strangers to lovers. kny level of violence. death and gore. more than one character actively trying to kill nezuko.

an: messing around with the idea of an oc. can anyone rec an artist that accepts commissions? another chapter of me finding a way to put a undertale reference on my fics.

A ghost stood before you, forcing you to face your past.

Once more you were that innocent girl unaware of how your life would change. Focused on the basket between your hands, making sure to protect the bread inside it from the snow, you had no real worries.

You didn't saw the blood. You didn't smell the putrid stench. It was right in front of you, and still you noticed nothing. How you despise that clueless girl. She knew the world was a kind place. She didn't believed that, she knew that: nothing bad has ever happened for her to think otherwise.

How dumb you were. To only notice the blood after stepping on it.

You never truly understood what it meant to be a person until that very moment. To be alive is to have a body, and to have a body is to suffer. A layer of skin, a layer of fat, a layer of muscles, a layer of bones. Nothing can change that.

And blood. So much blood. You threw up on the snow, and continued until your throat burned. With the scarlet red carved on your eyes, you saw the graves. That made you remember exactly where you were.

Kie Kamado. Takeo Kamado. Hanako Kamado. Shigeru Kamado. Rokuta Kamado. Nezuko Kamado. Tanjiro Kamado.

All dead.

You were shaking when he came. Was it because of the snow falling on your skin for hours on end, the empty on your stomach, or the violent cries taking over your body? When you left with Giyu Tomioka, you knew why: you were enraged.

From then on, you trained. You almost died, then did it all again. Until you reached perfection. Every movement, every breath, every muscle of your body. You made yourself excelent. You protected those that couldn't, killed oni after oni, slayed a kizuki without hesitation.

That innocent girl you despise died because of what you saw that night. That girl you envy, that had silly dreams and could afford not to learn it was already time to grow for a few more years died that night. So why you're looking at Tanjiro's sleeping face?

Unaware of the string muzzling your heart as if it was a beast in need of taming, the Pillars argued around you. You couldn't quite catch their words, all meaning lost in the air around you.

You pinched yourself, as if you didn't already knew it wasn't a nightmare. Life taugh you a funny trick: when you don't know what's happening, all you had to do is to imagine the worst possible scenario and accept it as reality.

And so you knew: you were late that night. More than you could ever imagine. Late so you couldn't see they alive, couldn't help Tanjiro, couldn't save Nezuko. And Giyu lied to you. If not, he at least omit the truth from you.

"Tomioka", you interrupted Tengen, just now realizing the voice you heard belong to him. You have never been so upset, and still your concentration on your breathing technique never shattered. "You knew from the start, didn't you?"

"I believe Shinobu said-", Mitsuri thought you had misunderstood Shinobu's report, but decided to remain silent when she noticed your clenched fists. She observed you, more carefully now, and saw the truth.

After all, when someone does their best not to cry the only decent thing is to pretend they're doing a good job.

Giyu didn't return your gaze. You were almost grateful for it. You don't know if you could endure his coldness now. "You found me mourning his family, and knowing he was alive you chose to say nothing."

How loud the silence that came after it was. Not a single breath was heard by your attentive ears. In the absence of an response, you found one: your trick never fails you.

Kyojuro turned to you, his smile brighter than the sun. "All slayers involved in this case shall face punishment", Kyojuro's energy had no effect on you. "We'll find a way to punish the Water Hashira."

Instead of moving forward, you looked back. "Tomioka", your calm voice made him look at you. This time, you were ready for what you would face. Even know, he was so aloof. What a nice act.

Giyu Tomioka gave you no comfort when he found you that night, only the truth. Giyu Tomioka told you a tale of demons and slayers, of blood and ashes. Giyu Tomioka gave you a reason to get up, clean the vomit on your face, and pray one last time for the family that always treated with care.

"What I do now?", the wind shoved your tired words towards ears. "How can I stop then?"

Giyu thought about your questions for a while. Just when he decided it was best to turn his back on you, something on your eyes stopped him. They burned. "There is a cultivator a few cities away."

You smiled.

Mitsuri gasped. She can still smile at him even now, her dreamy eyes gazed upon you. Sweet like sakuramochi. And as pretty too.

You thought about hiding yourself behing Gyomei when Tanjiro started to wake up. You didn't, you couldn't move. As he tried with sleepy words to protect his sister, you stood as quiet as you could. But his eyes found you, and for a second the world around you faded away.

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Tanjiro was dreaming again.

As the Pillars argued about his future execution, Tanjiro couldn't quite believe it all was really happening. Broken bones, exhausted mind, sore muscles. He must be hallucinating from the pain. That's the only possible explanation.

Because you're right in front of him, and that only happens when he dreams.

And still, even so sure it was just a fantasy from his tired mind, Tanjiro could do nothing but to stare at your sweet eyes and pretend it was reality.

How he wish to go back in time and be that boy who worried if you would look at him at during his daily walks throught the village. He could almost feel the softness of your hair against his once scarless palm, hear the poems you declamed with such a passion, see the careful way you treated your siblings.

Tanjiro isn't that boy anymore, and your perfume reminds him of apple and cinnamon. You smell like exhaustion and regret. Like hopes and dreams. Kindness and duty.

"Were you happy?" He interrupted one of the Pillars, not that he ever heard about them before, and in response to his disrespect Tanjiro was shoved on the ground. He contorced his body to look at you, ignoring everything else. "Was life good to you?"

Your smile burned your cheeks, so big it showed a bit of your gums. Usually you tried to keep it cover, but not this time. This time you could afford to smile without a care. "No, it wasn't", you answered with a voice covered in honey. "But I made it good."

Tanjiro smiled. The pain, the loneliness, the fear: it all disappeared. Smelling joy, Tanjiro was glad it wasn't a dream. But of course that meant the execution discussed was real too.

"That won't be a problem, right?" Shinobu questioned. "As a Pillar, we expect you to do what must be done."

Looking into his eyes, a stare so strong you felt hazy, you didn't hesitate. "The only mercy a demon deserves is a of a quick death." You turned to Shinobu, so she could see you meant it. "It's our duty to do so."

"And the boy?" Shinobu smiled, but it was so emotionless. It felt like a performance, but to what audience? Who Shinobu was trying to fool? You can't imagine.

You could feel his gaze burning your temples. "I won't pretend to be our Master and decide his fate", you wondered if your eyes were emotionless too. Were you trying to fool someone? "I know my place."

As Rengoku reenforced Tanjiro was to be killed by his act of treason, you looked at him again. Hoping to see disgust on his eyes, you saw something you couldn't really comprehend. Something warm and soft.

You saw your Tanjiro again. That sweet boy who would protect you from the snow, even if he would get sick because of it. You wondered if he saw that girl you once were. If he could remember your tales and desires.

You hope that girl is still alive somewhere safe. It would be enough for her to be alive on his mind.

She would've protected Tanjiro now. Don't matter the size of the threat, she would fail but would never give up. Now you're bigger than most threats out there in the world, but nothing could change the fact Tanjiro protected a demon.

You stood quiet, dreaming about a world were demons were still just tales. You smelled like defeat.

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And still, despite your desire to never speak again, you couldn't ignore it.

"Nezuko glowed, Master", you gather all your strenght to disagree. It pierced your very soul to do so, but how could you agree with that? "She was the jewelof our village. A dear friend, my Flower, so kind and generous."

You felt the weight of his gaze on you, knowing that Tanjiro would never look at you again. You love him, you really do, but if he really wanted to protect Nezuko he would let her go. You would be kind. You would do it swiftly, and endure the weight of her death for him.

"She doesn't deserve to be remembered as one of them", you said. "If her body won't be respected, then let her soul be. Allow me to free her, please."

Mitsuri would do anything Master asked for, but that made her desire he would want something else. That's a sort of strenght I didn't knew you had, Mitsuri thought to herself. Am I strong like that?

Looking into Tanjiro's eyes, you didn't noticed as Sanemi moved. You only understood when he screamed, and Iguro decided to put him down on the ground. Again and again, Sanemi pierced the box, offending Nezuko.

"Master, forgive me for this", you raised your voice. You would never do that in front of your Master, but he was the one to start this. In a instant, you were besides him with your sword on your hands. "But if Sanemi will be cruel, I will be fast."

But before you could cut off her head, Nezuko looked away.

"Flower?" You asked, sword falling down on the ground. "Are you in there?"

Nezuko hugged you, and once again a Kamado shattered your world.

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Disclaimer that this is a post mostly motivated by frustration at a cultural trend, not at any individual people/posters. Vagueing to avoid it seeming like a callout but I know how Tumblr is so we'll see I guess. Putting it after a read-more because I think it's going to spiral out of control.

Recent discourse around obnoxious Linux shills chiming in on posts about how difficult it can be to pick up computer literacy these days has made me feel old and tired. I get that people just want computers to Work and they don't want to have to put any extra effort into getting it to Do The Thing, that's not unreasonable, I want the same!

(I also want obnoxious Linux shills to not chip in on my posts (unless I am posting because my Linux has exploded and I need help) so I sympathise with that angle too, 'just use Linux' is not the catch-all solution you think it is my friend.)

But I keep seeing this broad sense of learned helplessness around having to learn about what the computer is actually doing without having your hand held by a massive faceless corporation, and I just feel like it isn't a healthy relationship to have with your tech.

The industry is getting worse and worse in their lack of respect to the consumer every quarter. Microsoft is comfortable pivoting their entire business to push AI on every part of their infrastructure and in every service, in part because their customers aren't going anywhere and won't push back in the numbers that might make a difference. Windows 11 has hidden even more functionality behind layers of streamlining and obfuscation and integrated even more spyware and telemetry that won't tell you shit about what it's doing and that you can't turn off without violating the EULA. They're going to keep pursuing this kind of shit in more and more obvious ways because that's all they can do in the quest for endless year on year growth.

Unfortunately, switching to Linux will force you to learn how to use it. That sucks when it's being pushed as an immediate solution to a specific problem you're having! Not going to deny that. FOSS folks need to realise that 'just pivot your entire day to day workflow to a new suite of tools designed by hobby engineers with really specific chips on their shoulders' does not work as a method of evangelism. But if you approach it more like learning to understand and control your tech, I think maybe it could be a bit more palatable? It's more like a set of techniques and strategies than learning a specific workflow. Once you pick up the basic patterns, you can apply them to the novel problems that inevitably crop up. It's still painful, particularly if you're messing around with audio or graphics drivers, but importantly, you are always the one in control. You might not know how to drive, and the engine might be on fire, but you're not locked in a burning Tesla.

Now that I write this it sounds more like a set of coping mechanisms, but to be honest I do not have a healthy relationship with xorg.conf and probably should seek therapy.

It's a bit of a stretch but I almost feel like a bit of friction with tech is necessary to develop a good relationship with it? Growing up on MS-DOS and earlier versions of Windows has given me a healthy suspicion of any time my computer does something without me telling it to, and if I can't then see what it did, something's very off. If I can't get at the setting and properties panel for something, my immediate inclination is to uninstall it and do without.

And like yeah as a final note, I too find it frustrating when Linux decides to shit itself and the latest relevant thread I can find on the matter is from 2006 and every participant has been Raptured since, but at least threads exist. At least they're not Microsoft Community hellscapes where every second response is a sales rep telling them to open a support ticket. At least there's some transparency and openness around how the operating system is made and how it works. At least you have alternatives if one doesn't do the job for you.

This is long and meandering and probably misses the point of the discourse I'm dragging but I felt obligated to make it. Ubuntu Noble Numbat is pretty good and I haven't had any issues with it out of the box (compared to EndeavourOS becoming a hellscape whenever I wanted my computer to make a sound or render a graphic) so I recommend it. Yay FOSS.

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Hop To It

Happy Easter to those who celebrate, and happy regular Sunday to those who don't. And happy discounted-chocolate-tomorrow day to all 🐰🐣

"Bucky, are you gonna get an Easter basket?" AJ asked as he set aside the egg he'd been attempting to paint for half an hour already. Everyone else at the table had moved on to a second and third and fourth egg already, but AJ was not very interested in this part.

"A basket?" Bucky asked without looking away from the fine gold lines he was zigging and zagging around his egg. "I don't think I'm allowed to do the egg hunt," he said. "I'm gonna be hiding them, remember?"

Cass snickered across the table. His eggs were all beautiful water colors, a style they'd discovered by accident when Sam and Sarah had ended up flicking water at each other after a dispute over who messed up the tiny paint brush. The water had reacted with Cass's base layer on the egg, making it look like tie-dye and he'd been playing with that technique ever since.

"He doesn't mean for the egg hunt," he explained. "Mama makes us Easter baskets each year. It used to be 'cause the Easter Bunny would leave them when he hid the eggs, but we're both too old to believe that now."

"Yeah, the Easter Bunny isn't like Santa or the Tooth Fairy," AJ agreed.

Bucky set aside his egg and glanced over at Sarah, whose eyes were bright as she listened to the boys go back and forth. Sam looked amused too, but he was too fixed on putting the fine tissue paper across the top of his egg. He was being incredibly particular about the confetti amounts that went into each egg, so he was on confetti and sealant duty.

"I don't think any rabbit is interested in giving me a basket. A basket of what?" Bucky asked, when it was clear he wasn't getting any backup.

"Treats!" AJ said. "Lots of candy and some toys."

"And that illustrated bible story book every year," Cass added pointedly, glancing at his mom.

"Uncle Sam gets one, so you should to," AJ continued diplomatically.

"Sam gets an Easter Basket? Even though he's a grown up?" Bucky asked.

"Hey!" Sam objected.

"No, Sam sits next to me while I'm putting together baskets for children and steals the candy from them to make his own," Sarah corrected with a smirk.

"I make one for you!" Sam continued to object. The tissue paper was forgotten and World War Wilson was beginning to brew.

"Literally taking candy from babies, Samuel?" Bucky asked in shock. "How could you?"

"Not just babies," Sarah continued, delightedly. She tucked away the egg she was coloring to avoid Sam swatting at it. "I help make the baskets for the church's egg hunt. He's literally taking from the kids of the church," she laughed, folding over on herself as Sam tried to get a hand over her mouth.

"Samuel Thomas," Bucky gasped.

The boys oohed the way they did when either of them was in trouble too.

"We always have enough left over to run the whole event again!" Sam defended, trying to grapple with his sister. She threw her elbow back against his ribs and he groaned out an objection as he stumbled away. Bucky had seen him literally fight through stab wounds, but everything that happened to him in this house was treated like a fatal blow.

"It's the principle of it!" Bucky continued, keeping his face straight. He tried to focus back on his egg, though he was definitely not focused even a little bit.

"So what kind of stuff do you get?" he asked the boys.

"Last year, we got those fidget poppers!" AJ said. "The bunny and egg ones? And Cass got one of the animal Lego sets and I got a book about pirates!"

"And those little keychains. The soft toys that Uncle Sam uses as a stress ball," Cass added.

"And chocolate!" AJ finished with a flourish, flinging paint to the next wall over. "You've got to have a lot of chocolate."

"I'm discovering this about this holiday," Bucky conceded. "Egg laying rabbits eat chocolate rabbit effigies and chocolate eggs."

"And there are marshmallow chicks," Sarah reminded him with a grin.

Bucky pretended to gag, which launched Sam into a heated defense of original Peeps. (Only the originals, everything flavored or shaped differently was free for criticism, but those yellow and pink chicks were not.)

Bucky threw him a grin as the rant subsided and was pleased to see Sam beam back at him.

. . .

The idea of an "Easter Basket" stayed on Bucky's mind for a while. It wasn't something he'd ever heard of before. Not that he remembered anyway. But the concept didn't seem that difficult. Once it had been pointed out to him, he started to notice the pre-made ones in stores and understood an extra joke or two on the internet. 

Knowing Sam liked them was another part of the intrigue. That's why Bucky ended up buying a nice faux-rattan basket, which wanted to look like faux-wood, from the spirits store that sold the expensive wine Sam liked. The fact that it was free after the price of the wine was a good motivator. He still didn’t fully understand the concept of filling it, but the basket was large and the wine seemed silly and small by itself, so he added some of the sausage and jerky from the meat market down the way and a couple of the crew-neck shirts that Sam liked but never bought for himself. He added in a record that he had been saving for Sam’s birthday to even out the height of the wine bottle on the other side, then dumped approximately twenty pounds of candy into the bottom of the basket.

That looked right, he figured. It was all things Sam liked. Did it honor the theme of spring harvests or Jesus rising or whatever these were supposed to represent? Not really. Did it seem like the kind of thing an egg laying rabbit would leave behind? Probably not. But he thought Sam would like it anyway.

Sunday morning, after Sarah had corralled the boys into their Easter best and headed out for church, Sam and Bucky went to the house to hide eggs, including quite a few that got tucked into the lower branches of the trees in the front yard. Sam had threatened to use the wings to hide the eggs earlier in the week, so the boys should think to look up.

By the time they were done, Sam teased that he had enough time to make it to service on time and Bucky, like a child, crushed a cascarón on his head so he couldn’t. Or, at least, wouldn’t.

There had very specifically been one carton of cascarones left for them to ruin on their own. After  about five minutes, there was no carton and they were both covered in tiny, bright confetti pieces. Sam had made sure to rub confetti and eggshell into Bucky’s hair, even when Bucky threatened to make him get them all out in the shower later. And, since he didn’t mind shoring up his ego a little bit, he accepted that Sam very intentionally made the next round of confetti even messier and harder to get out.

The rule had been: No cascarones in the house. So, Sam and Bucky waited out the return of the other half of the Wilson family on the back of the truck, passing a bottle of coca-cola back and forth.

“Easter Sunday was always one of my favorite days of the year,” Sam said, tilting his face up as a breeze swirled around them. “It was always something I felt in and outside of myself.”

Bucky hummed and studied Sam’s profile, watching the early morning sun streak across his cheeks and paint long shadows beneath his eyelashes. He hadn’t had any strong opinions about Easter Sunday, but now he was suddenly getting the appeal.

“The air just seemed fresher and the birds were always out and it never rained and it wasn’t hot yet. It was one of my daddy’s favorite sermons of the year. He’d wander around the house, humming, ‘He is risen. Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.’ It was our favorite. Hard to have a bad day after singing that at sunrise.”

Bucky leaned against Sam’s shoulder and let himself take in a little bit of that happy nostalgia. He didn’t really have any of it himself. Easter was just another day of the year and he’d hated the way his parents preened over them as kids to look exactly a certain way. It was a terrible way to wake up at five in the morning.

But, like this, he figured he could listen to Sam read the whole bible and still want more at the end.

He leaned over to kiss just below Sam’s eye, then hopped off the bed of the truck. “I got you something,” he said. “And no laughing if I did it wrong.”

“You think you can do a gift wrong?” Sam asked in amusement. He leaned back on his hands, a perfect picture of a joyful, warm sprawl.

“I know I can. You know I can.”

A lazy, amused smile curled Sam’s mouth and Bucky wanted to kiss him so badly it was almost an ache. He tore his eyes away and grabbed the basket out of the cab of the truck. Sam never checked the back unless they were with the boys, so it was an excellent hiding spot.Bucky had go-bags for all of them stashed under the seats and beneath the bench and Sam was none the wiser about it.

“Now you don’t have to take from church kids,” he proclaimed, dropping the Easter basket in Sam’s lap with a flourish.

Sam peeked open one eye, then grinned broadly when he realized what it was. “You made me a basket?” he laughed.

“Yeah, of course,” Bucky said, suddenly a little shy with the idea. “Dig through it. I didn’t put any plastic on it ‘cause I hate the sound.”

“Yeah, I know you do,” Sam teased, fully aware that they actually both hated it. It sounded like fire, or the rapid crack of a lightweight, heavy powered gun. Bucky had always thought he was overreacting, until he saw Sam flinch at the same sound during someone’s party.

Sam, as always, was methodical in taking apart the basket. He carefully lined everything up next to him on the tailgate and examined each piece like there might be a mystery to things he already liked. Bucky took an extra mini-candy every time he took longer than ten seconds to look at something.

“Buck, this is really sweet,” he sighed airly. He tugged Bucky between his legs by the shirt collar and Bucky obligingly dipped down for a kiss. (Finally) “I feel bad I didn’t get you one.”

“I still don’t get the appeal,” Bucky admitted. But he reached over the complicated bow that had been taped to the front of the basket and stuck it on Sam’s shoulder. “There,” he said. “Now you got me something.”

Sam beamed at him and kissed him again. The Easter morning sun rose on plastic eggs, and a quiet patch of world, and them tangled together.

[nattikay]

Na'vi Stripes Tutorial!

Tagging @eywaschild891, in case you were still interested in this! (note: this tutorial is about the digital process of adding the stripes, not actually designing the patterns)

I'm using MediBang Paint Pro, but this technique should work in any program that supports layers.

So you've drawn your Na'vi and now you want to add some stripes! First we'll have to start with a base color. Underneath your lineart layer, add two new layers: one as the main base color layer (for coloring hair, eyes, clothes, etc), and on top of that, a separate layer for the skin. Putting the skin on a separate layer is important because that way you'll be able to do the stripes as a clipping mask.

Your layer box should look something like this (you can ignore the gray background and extra folder, they're not important for this tutorial):

Now we can start on the base stripe layer. Create a new layer and set it as a clipping mask on your skin layer. This makes it so that you can't "color outside the lines", so to speak, while drawing the stripes. Then take a hard-edged brush and start drawing the patterns you want. I like to use MediBang's "mapping pen", which has a subtly textured edge, but the regular default Pen tool will work perfectly fine as well.

If you'd like, you can stop here and call this done: solid stripes are perfectly acceptable in a cartoonified stylization. However, if you look closely at Na'vi stripes on canon characters, you'll note that they're not completely solid: they have a subtle fading effect, where they're darker along the edges and a bit lighter in the middle, and in some places they fade out into the body. Sometimes it almost looks watercolor-ish.

(I'm sure there are better examples out there than these but I'm not up to digging for them rn 😅)

So, let's continue! To fade our stripes, create another clipping mask layer above the main stripe layer. Use a brush with pressure-based opacity such as MediBang's "pencil" to loosely fill the insides of the stripes with the base skin color.

Once you have filled in all the stripes, use the gaussian blur filter to smooth out the fade. The filter doesn't need to be super strong—in fact, if you make it too strong you will loose the detail and the stripes will look solid again. With MediBang's version of the tool, I had it set to 7 (out of a max of 64) for this image, though of course the way it works may be different in other programs; mess around with different settings until you get something you like.

(sadly I do not have a screenshot of the blurred version because apparently the way my cintiq takes screenshots is dumb; it only captured the "gaussian blur" popup window instead of the whole screen. oh well. :P)

Now that we have the fade within the stripes, let's also make them fade into the rest of the body. The areas you'll want to do this with are the torso, inner arms, and inner/back of legs.

Create another clipping mask. Using the same pressure-opacity brush and base skin color as before, loosely block in where you want the stripes to fade into the body.

Once you've finished, gaussian blur the layer just like before. This one can be a little stronger than the inside-stripe one. For this image I had it set to 14.

Sometimes, the areas you block out will overlap with areas that shouldn't be faded—for example, here the fading from the back of the character's thigh is overlapping with her tail. To fix this, just erase it to remove the fade from where it shouldn't be (this is why we do this step on separate layers). Make sure you do this erasing after you've applied the gaussian blur.

Depending on the pose of your character, there may be places where one faded area overlaps with another. For example, in this drawing, the blocking for the arm fading overlaps with the blocking for the torso fading. Here it is with the torso fading turned off so you can see the overlap:

This makes it difficult to do both the arm and the torso on the same layer, because I won't be able to remove where the arm fading overlaps the torso fading without also removing the actual torso fading.

Luckily, there's a simple fix: just do the arm fading on a separate layer. Do this as many times with as many layers as you need to for your particular pose. Sometimes you'll only need one or two, like here; other times you'll need several.

BUT, fading the stripes is the last step! Regardless of how many layers you end up needing, once you're done, you're done! Now you have a Na'vi with nice natural-looking striping 😸

At this point you can go ahead and merge all the clipping masks into the main skin layer and even merge the skin layer with the other-base-colors layer if you're ready!

Hopefully that wasn't too hard to follow; feel free to ask if anything is confusing or unclear. Happy drawing! 😸

[acapelladitty]

Captain Boomerang/Female Reader - Unexpected Visit

Summary - Digger interrupts a 'private' moment and the fallout is more fun that you could have anticipated.

It wasn’t the fact that you were two fingers deep in your cunt - curled digits stroking along those sensitive parts within your walls that made your breath stutter as your toes curled against the sheets. It wasn’t even the fact that your bed directly faced the door which Digger was currently filling like he owned the place.

No.

The issue was the headshot of Digger which lay clenched in your free hand and the fact that the shit-eating grin on his face told you that he had heard you moaning his name as you stroked frantically along your aching clit.

“Thinking about old Digger, eh?” Digger announced, his laughter somewhere between a growl and a giggle as he palmed his rapidly-stiffening cock with his left hand. “Maybe, if ya ask nicely, I’ll see fit to replace those fingers with something almost twice as big and throbbin’ for a quick root.”

Shame burning across your face, the heat in your cheeks as your fingers pull free of your hole with an obscenely wet noise flares in an instant; your throat tightening across the moan which threatened to break free as he pulled his fat cock from his jeans and gave it a quick tug, readying it for a chance at your willing hole.

x-x-x-x-x

Not that he was bad at it. Far from it. What he lacked in practised technique he more than made up for in enthusiasm as he quickly read the signs of what movements made your thighs tighten around his ears as your lips moaned and vibrated around his fat cock. His beard and muttonchops even provided a wonderful sensation as the graze of the coarse hair on your thighs and soaked cunt added a layer of burning discomfort that made you writhe all the more desperately in place.

Following your embarrassing little impromptu show, Digger seemed determined to experiment with various positions and it had been his stellar idea to indulge in some mutual oral sex. His appetite was ravenous and even the very thorough fucking he had only just finished delivering didn't seem enough to appease him.

But still, even you had to admit that the man had a talent for suggesting amazing ideas which very quickly went awry.

So, no.

He wasn’t bad at it.

However, this did not prove to be the issue either.

But where Digger’s good idea went to die was in his decision to take the ‘below’ position in your sixty-nine adventure. A surprisingly gentlemanly choice given that he seemed to enjoy the sensation of you pinned beneath him, held in place by his thick frame while he railed you with a messy ferocity.

Being on top had suited you to begin with, the freedom of movement allowing you to set the pace as you hollowed out your cheeks and worked slowly around his pulsing shaft. His cock wasn’t the longest but the sheer girth of the thing made it a difficult task as any attempt at taking further into your mouth essentially plugged your throat entirely.

What Digger had failed to consider, when proposing this little game, was the impressive strength which you could muster with your inner thigh muscles and how tightly you were able to hold him – his face buried deep within your cunt as you rode your orgasm out on his thick features. In that wonderful moment, his natural need to breath was long disregarded and it wasn’t until his blunted nails dug bloodied crescents into your outer thighs that you recalled that little facet of the human condition and pulled yourself free of his face with a panting gasp.

“Not the worst way to go.” Digger exclaimed cheerily as he sucked in huge, desperate inhales of air. His lower face was a mess, glistening and visibly wet with your juices as his pink tongue lapped at his own lips like a particularly thirsty dog. “But I don’t think me old mum would appreciate a retellin' of the story at my eulogy.”

[zerobasekazuha]

“Shhh quiet we can’t get caught!”

Pairing: AMAB Venture x Fem reader

Warnings: Oral (fem giving) cursing

Genre: Fluff/Smut

A/N: So I came across this tweet in Twitter from the same user who inspired me to do the pizza person Venture. They have such amazing ideas and y’all should def follow the twitter @/staplesquid thank you for the ideas!!

Who told Sloan that this would be a great idea?Oh right, Y/n did. So how did they get stuck in this situation where they are body to body pressed against their best friend in between a very small alleyway with their hand over her mouth? And to top it off with police who are looking for them. Well it started earlier on that day..

Y/n was an artist. They used many different materials and techniques. Her art style changed ever so often. This point in time it was graffiti. She brought multiple cans in different colors. She researched spots in town and even asked around on online forums and eventually came across the perfect spot. However it was in one of the most crime ridden spots in the city. And with no other choice she contacted Sloan to come with her.

Sloan just finished in the shower their hair was dripping wet as the windows and the mirror was fogged up. They noticed their phone light up, quickly turning down the music they had blasting then right back up to the main volume. It was a text message. They took a quick glance at it only reading the words city and alone.

It alerted them and they quickly picked up their phone trying not to drop it in the toilet as well before opening it and reading over the text. They took a sigh of relief when they read the entire text. Y/n asked if they wanted to go to a certain part of the city together because she didn’t want to go alone. They quickly sent a text saying that they would and they would be finished getting ready.

Y/n told them to wear baggy clothing and that she had a gas mask for them. And soon enough there they were taking the number 67 bus down to the worst part of the city. They looked unsuspecting enough. Two people wearing baggy clothing, one with a larger tote bag and the other carrying yet a smaller one. Both however wearing black masks. Any normal person would think they were a couple. Eventually they got off at a stop down the street from where the location was.

It seemed to be a poverty stricken street. There were deteriorating homes and people sleeping outside. Depressing to look at. The streets were also a mess with all kinds of trash around. Sloane looked at Y/n and wondered why the hell she was bringing them out here. “So…Sketchy part of town…? Going to explain why we’re out here?” They asked not knowing what was even in her tote bag.

“You know how I mentioned I wanted to do something new with my art?” Y/n asked smiling at them. They nodded wondering what point she was getting at. “Well we’re going to do some graffiti.” She said quieter than before. Sloan was completely surprised. They didn’t expect this from her. Especially considering that graffiti was a crime in their city. They continued walking with Y/n with their heart pounding in their chest as it progressively seemed to get darker.

The two ended up at an abandoned subway. Ever since the city built new lines older ones like these got left behind to just deteriorate. Little did they know the cameras were still in tact. Walking past all the other pieces if art Y/n stopped them at a close enough blank canvas. She set down her tote bag and the cans seemed to clatter inside as she opened the zipper.

“Take this.” She tossed Sloan one of the gas masks. Making sure that they changed the masks in the dark so nobody could suspect the two. After she turned on the flashlight. Pointing it at the canvas. “So take a can and go nuts.”

They spent around an hour doing what they could all the different colors and layers. Eventually it was an outstanding piece of art that differed all the others there. While Sloan drew mini stick figures. Sloan stood back to admire the painting of what had been made. “You’re such a great artist! How did you ever think of that!?” Y/n smiled under her mask. “Oh just some inspiration.”

But their time to bask in the art was limited. They could hear police sirens in the background. Then footsteps and the sound of a radio got closer and closer. The two ran off, leaving behind the extra spray cans and the flashlight and only took the empty tote bags with them.

The police chased after the two not too close behind them but not to far as well. Sloan hadn’t felt the first rush of adrenaline in forever. They kept running and running turning corners and going any direction to loose them. Sloan then found an alleyway and pulled Y/n in there with them. Pressing their bodies right next to each other and with them covering her mouth.

And that’s how they got there. The two were slowing their breathing as the police walked down close to where they were. She almost began to panic. Sloan could feel it with how she was beginning to hyperventilate. Sloan leaned down to reach her ear. They whispered in it because the last thing they wanted was a felony for abstracting federal property. “Calm down. Hush be quiet before we get caught.” They said slowly but also almost sweet like honey.

Y/n listened to them fixing her breathing and just resting against them. But feeling how close Y/n was to them was so…addicting to them. Of course she’s sat on their lap before when needed but this was different. This was the worst time to be getting aroused but they almost couldn’t help it. They thought only for a split second how sexy it would be to do what they wanted there while also hiding out away from the police. Public indecency and defacing federal property didn’t sound like two terrible charges to them.

Sloan had to think straight. They shook their head as the gas mask rested against their neck. They must have taken it off when they ran. They were thinking about her, until she seemed to be moving against them. Knocking them out of their slight daydream. The friction Sloan was feeling made them clench their jaw just slightly. “What are you doing?!” They whispered trying not to enjoy how it felt.

“It’s just a tight squeeze. My legs are falling asleep.” She whispered back trying to get comfortable. The police footsteps getting closer. She stopped moving, feeling something rest against her. She looked back at Sloan in the darkness. “Really? Now?” She whispered to them. Sloan blushed trying not to look back at her.

“I can’t help it!” Sloan whispered. They covered her mouth once again as they heard the footsteps get closer. Walking right past them. She squirmed in front of them almost on purpose feeling how much harder them seemed to get. In Sloans mind they could only wonder what she was doing to them? Was this to tease them on purpose?

The police seemed to get only slightly farther before stopping and having a conversation. “Those damn kids. Those little fuckers do this all the time. We ain’t gonna catch one.” Said one of the officers kicking a rock into the distance. “Let’s go back to the station. They need to hurry up and demolish this piece of shit so we don’t have to keep going down here.” The other said. Eventually the footsteps and the radio chatter faded. And now it was only the two of them left.

Y/n managed to turn around to look at them. “Okay their gone we should-“ Sloan kissed her. One hand on her waist and the other on the wall to support them. Y/n was surprised but kissed them back. Once Sloan broke away they looked down at her, loosing all sense of rational thought. “No you don’t get to go just yet.”

“W-what but the cops-“ “I don’t care about the cops they’re gone now. You don’t get to do that and act all innocent.” “Do what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Very clear lie from Y/n. She knew she was lying. Something about seeing their best friend try to hold back from her is arousing to say the least. In her opinion.

“So how about I show you because you don’t know.” Sloan took her hand pressing it to the bulge that seemed to be proud in front of the cargo pants they wore. Y/n looked down at it then back up at them. “So what?” She asked almost hoping they would give her the green light to do something about it.

“Well genius, you dragged me out here, nearly got both of us a felony…a misdemeanor couldn’t hurt.” Y/n looked around it was dark, nobody would catch them but public indecency isn’t just a misdemeanor. “You mean us being put on a list?” “Oh right. Well it won’t happen if we don’t get caught. You just have to stay quiet.”

It didn’t take long for Sloan to kiss her again, this time much more passionate and deeper. Almost like they were yearning for her all this time without saying anything. But there was something else underlying in the kiss. It was hunger. Their hands first rested on her waist, however they could feel hers pulling them closer in the already cramped alleyway.

Sloan wasn’t even sure they could fully go through with anything here but anything is possible. They had to rush however, it was getting darker and darker and they wouldn’t want to miss the last bus that ran in this area. They could feel Y/n wrap her fingers around their belt loops, unbuttoning the front of their cargos and sliding it down their legs. Sloan almost was at a loss for words.

Feeling her hand palming their boxers made them sharply inhale, their head tilting back against the wall. They were too in bliss to realize that instead of her hand they felt her lips around the tip of their cock.

Each second that passed feeling Y/n take more of them down her throat, the saliva running down the side of her mouth as she looked up at them in the darkness. Sloan grabbed the top of her head squeezing her hair feeling each movement of her tongue on them.

Sloan bit their lip to prevent themselves from moaning. They didn’t want to make more noise than they were supposed to. They took sharp breath before looking down at her, their eyes almost showing how desperate they were. With each moment that passed the closer they got to their release. Almost like it was within grasp.

“Oh please I-I’m going to-“ Y/n pulled back using her hands as she heard Sloan. They couldn’t stop themselves as they came on her hands. They tried to catch their breath as she looked at the mess on her hands.

“So uh…again at my place?” Sloan asked as they walked out the abandoned station together, going back to the bus stop to wait for the next bus. “I don’t see why not.” She added smiling at them before the bus pulled up.

This came out extremely late but I had severe writers block and I had to use that time to do other hobbies. But it’s here like I said it would be!!

[pluck-heartstrings]

Hello! I'm a big fan of your colour choices in your art especially for your painting style pieces(if that's what you'd call those?). Is there a technique behind how you pick the colours for your works so they work as harmonically as they do? Studying your art fr fr

Here's some of my favs of yours and just to show what I mean by paintings :] so very tasty. If you feel like it's purely intuitive I get that! and thanks for blessings our eyes anyways!!

Lmaooo Xitsen I wish I could tell you I have a magical formula when it comes to colour. In reality, I have a very frantic process /sweats

The first three images actually had designated ‘colour reference’ that I was using. Basically I had a pose ref and a colour ref. I don’t always use a colour ref, but for these three I did. AND EVEN THOUGH I DID, the final product ended up being very different from the reference. I also chronically merge layers. Like all the time, even if I regret it sometimes, I can’t be stopped.

I remember specifically on the Sun one, I was working with two layers; the background and the figure. Then I duplicated the Sun figure, shifted the colour in the ‘hue’ slider, and fiddled around with some of the layer filters. I merged those two layers, and used my trusty 6B Procreate Pencil brush (default) to blend in some of the colours that looked wonky. And I don’t mean smudge, I mean eye dropper and sketch on top. Messy messy.

The last two were a bit different but still kinda the same. I frequently duplicate layers I’ve already done and mess around with the colour on the hue slider, using the layer filters all wild. I just try and see what looks good, but I try to stick with at least a cool shadow with a warm light, or the opposite.

Basically, fiddle with crazy colours and win silly prizes. My colours don’t always turn out nice, but I’m flattered that you found the ones that I also like. The first three are gems in my collection that I think back on like ….how did I do that…?

As a special bonus to prove my point, here’s an art attack I did for last year that started with an entirely different colour scheme from the final.

On the left is the colour scheme I chose from colour reference (I think an old movie poster) and the right is the more ‘vampiric’ one that I ended up choosing. But in all honesty, there were a bunch of colour schemes that looked good with this piece. It’s a good example of cool shadows, warm light and vice versa.

[elinordash]

Thank you @cobbbvanth for asking me for this; I’ve never been more flattered! ☺️ I’ve only been making gifs for a little more than 2 years, so I’m really still only figuring Photoshop out, and my colouring owes everything to other people’s tutorials (some of which can be found here). To be honest, I was only asked some tips, but I have no clue what to include and what to leave out; so, here’s my complete (if random) colouring process.

NOTE: This is a colouring tutorial, not a gif-making one. The tutorial that taught me everything I know about that (and to which I am eternally grateful) is this one by @hayaosmiyazaki.

I. SHARPENING My standard sharpening settings are:

One Smart Sharpen filter set to Amount: 500 | Radius: 0,4

A second Smart Sharpen filter set to Amount: 10 | Radius: 10

One Gaussian Blur filter set to Radius: 1,0 and Opacity: 30%

One Add Noise filter set to Amount 0,5 | Distribution: Gaussian

II. BASIC COLOURING This is the part where I add most of the adjustment layers available and just play around with them. Obviously different settings work for different scenes, but I do have some standard ones.

Brightness/Contrast I usually up the Brightness to +10-30, and the Contrast to about +10.

Curves

For the first Curves layer I go to Auto Options > Enhance Brightness and Contrast, and then adjust the opacity until I’m happy.

I might repeat the above step if the gif still looks too dark to me.

I add another Curves layer, I go to Auto Options and this time I pick either Find Dark & Light Colors or Enhance Per Channel Contrast, and check or uncheck the Snap Neutral Midtones option, until I see something I like. I will then adjust the opacity.

Levels I add a Levels layer that usually looks something like this:

Exposure I add an Exposure layer, where I usually set the Offset to around -0,0010.

Selective Color To make the faces look okay, I create a Selective Color layer, select the Reds and usually add some Cyan (+10-20%) and play around a little (±5%) with Magenta and Yellow too. I might also add another layer, select the Yellows and make slight tweaks there too.

III. FUN COLOURING About colour manipulation: PiXimperfect just uploaded a tutorial that explains everything so much better than I ever could, so I highly recommend you go watch it. It’s made for static images though, and things are more complicated with moving images, so I also recommend @sabrinaacarpenters’s tutorial.

The reason I usually go for a softer colouring is that a more vivid one requires a lot of patience and precision, and I honestly can’t be bothered. Instead, I try to tweak the colous only a little, so that the edges can be a little rough without it looking too wrong.

One thing to remember is that each gif is different, and there isn’t one foolproof way to do this, so you will need to use a different technique depending on the gif you’re working with.

Okay, so, after I’ve decided what colour I want my background to be:

1. I create a Hue/Saturation layer and change the greens, cyans, blues and magentas to that colour. That’s easy enough, since it doesn’t mess with the face colour. I then set the blending mode to Color. If your background doesn’t include any yellow or red, you might be done here, like in the case bellow:

2. To change the yellows and reds, I create a new Hue/Saturation layer, select the yellows/reds, move Saturation to 100 (temporarily) and then play around with the sliders until the face colour isn’t affected. I then change it to whatever I’ve chosen and change the blending mode to Color.

3. If for whatever reason step 3 doesn’t work (the background is white or black for example, or just too red), I might create a Solid Color layer set to whatever colour I want, set the blending mode to Color and then select the layer mask and carefully paint with a soft, black brush over the people’s faces/bodies. I will then lower the Opacity, to whatever looks smooth enough. If there’s a lot of movement in your gif, you might have to use keyframes (see sabrinaacarpenters's tutorial linked above). However, my main goal is to avoid using those; that’s why I try my hardest to tweak around as many Hue/Saturation layers as needed and not have to create a solid color layer.

4. Once my background looks the colour I want it, I might add a Selective Color layer that matches my background color and then try to make it look more vibrant. For this Aziraphale gif below for example, I’ve selected the Cyans and then set Cyan to +100%, Yellow to -100% and Black to +60, then created another one, selected the Cyans again and then set Cyan to +20 and Black to +20.

5. If the gif has a white area, I create a Solid Color layer with a colour that matches the rest of the background and then set the Opacity low. I might also create a Selective Color layer, increase the Black and then play around with the colours.

IV. FINISHING TOUCHES

I create a Vibrance layer and set the Vibrance to around +30 and the Saturation to about +5.

I create a black and white Gradient Map layer (with black on the left end of the spectrum and white on the right), set the blending to Luminosity and the Opacity to about 20-30%.

AAAND that’s about it I think! This ended up way too long and perhaps a little incoherent. I tried to make it as general as possible, so you might have to mix and match for best results. Feel free to ask me for further explanations about any one of these steps, and please tell me if you want me to go through the colouring of a specific gifset (although, as I said, I'm by no means an expert). Happy gifmaking!

[e-vay]

Looking back at your aurora and sage besties comic (its one of my favorites, only being beaten by were amy and sonic being a Simp) and I've got to ask, HOW DID YOU DO SAGES GLITCHING SO FRANKEN WELL??? IT LOOKS AMAZING AND I PERSONALLY LOVE HOW THOSE GLITCHS TURN RED WHENEVER SHES ON NEFARIOUS TIMING ARVDGDBABA

YOU ARE MY FAVORITE SONIC ARTIST.

...just wanted to say and ask.

You are so kind, thank you! I'm so happy you like them!

I do a lot of experimenting in Procreate until I find a technique I like. To achieve Sage's glitch, especially if she's doing something a little more wicked so her "red" side is showing, I'll start by drawing her in her blue version and her red version:

I'll select random rectangles from the red version and mask them/cut them out, so she's mostly blue but some red is showing:

I'll duplicate this layer and keep a copy of the "clean version" and apply effects to the duplicate. In Procreate, I'll use the "Glitch" effect and use the “Artifact” setting and mess with it until it achieves a result I like:

This may take several passes.

I duplicate the layers again, because again I always want to be able to go back if I don't like it. Then I'll play around with "chromatic aberration" under the “displacement” setting. She only needs a little for a subtle glitch effect, but if she's meant to look more menacing then I can go hardcore with it:

Then, I'll turn that original "clean" layer back on and I mask out the effect layer so only parts of it are coming through. When computers glitch, normally most of the image stays in tact and only some parts are scattered/messy so that's why I only have the effect in some areas.

I might even slide bits of those rectangles to the left or right. It's just a matter of playing with it until I like how it looks.

I hope that explanation was easy enough to follow along!

Again, thank you so much! I'm really really happy you enjoy my art and stories 🥰 (and I'm delighted to hear you're a fan of Were!AmyXSimp!Sonic hehehe)

[sweetangelbarbie]

cg! Vi and gender fluid little?

Cg! Vi x gender fluid regressor! Reader headcanons

Yess!!

🌸Vi is very accepting, so she goes along with most of your antics hehe.

🌸She lets you do her grease makeup, her even drawing cute patterns on your face (you’re obsessed!)

🌸You love to race your cars down her arms and across her back, using her tattoo like a track.

• Violet was relaxing, laying on her back in bed as the fan blew on her. You had all your race cars out, and other plastic horses and animals all splayed out on the bed.

Her brows furrowed as she felt the cool rubber tires run across her skin.

“What are you doing back there bub?” She smirked

“Racine’ dada…”

“Ohh” she hummed letting you run the plastic cars run across her. She only stopped you once you started getting too rough with both the horses and hot wheels.

🌸Vi calls you bub, baby, silly billy, princess/prince

🌸You like watching when she plays video games hehe. Hopping in her lap and offering your own commentary. Sometimes Vi will have to cover your eyes if it gets too violent, you pout but Vi is only trying to look out for yous >•<! Hehe sometimes she’ll even let you play, you’re not the best but that’s alright!

🌸oooo if you’ve been good enough Violet will take you to get a new toy. It takes a while in the toy aisle though… it’s so hard to choose (´Ａ｀。!! A new dolly…oh! Or Lego set! Is toooo hard. Your caregiver tries to help but you’re just too indecisive. Hehe luckily Vi is able to get you to choose a new dog stuffy!

🌸you love to rough house, Vi is more than happy to wrestle or throw you down on the bed. Your favorite is when she chucks pillows at you giggling happily when it hits you square in the face.

🌸Begrudgingly plays dress up hehe.

•”no yeah….the princess dress is perfect..” she forces a smile before her face is scrunched up due to you dusting more blush on her. “Okay baby I think that’s enough.”

“No.”

“Hm…right.” She willingly lets you pile on more blush. Stuffing a tiara on her head.

“So pretty dada” you giggle “I your knight!”

“Yeah well, I think I’m yours!” She grabbed you tossing you over her shoulder

“Down!!”

🌸The red head will happily play dolls, stuffies, cars, Dino’s, the list goes on. You’ll get upset at her for not following your story plots or if she’s not listening hehe.

🌸She loves nap time! Most of the times she lets you nap on the couch, curled up on her lap with all the soft throw blankets around the both of you. Your eyes start fluttering after a bottle, and the soft soothing of your dada’s hands stroking your hair. While you’re out cold Vi will catch up on her show that might not be the most kid appropriate.

🌸She likes to have you on her lap while she’s really doing whatever, bouncing you occasionally just to hear you giggle and cling to her.

🌸Will help you build forts! Using lamps and other tall objects as pillars and layering blankets on top. She learned all the best fort making techniques with Powder. You have your Dino’s guard the outside while your dolls and stuffies rest comfortably inside :3

🌸When you guys go to the park Violet will happily push you on the swing or help you look for cool bugs. She’s a big girl! She’s not scared of spiders! (Well kinda…) you guys happily play in the mud hehe, it’s fine! She’ll just get you in the bath later! For now though Vi helps you make mud castles

🌸Violet will also play tea party with you, putting juice into the princess tea pot.

• All your kitty, puppy, and horsey stuffies sat in a circle around you both. Same with Barbie, and your triceratops. Dino’s also have their place!

“Do you want more tea dada?” You smile holding the tea pot.

“Of course bub”

You very carefully pour some of the apple juice into her cup.

“I tink skipper might get jealous…” you whisper to your dada, talking about the fox stuffed animal that still layed on the bed.

Her brows furrow playfully “why would that be?”

“‘Cus she wasn’t invited to da tea party…but last time she made a mess!”

“That wasn’t really cool of her…”

“Dat why she not invited again…”

🌸Hehe Vi will help you wash all of your dollies hair. Or clean all the dirt from your hot wheels!

🌸hmmm Vi likes to pick out your outfits (with your help!) sometimes it’s cute frilly dresses! Or your favorite puppy shirt! Your closet is very diverse, hehe and Violet likes using you like a little mannequin. Um but sometimes the outfits she picks are really bad…

🌸You’re very needy! Loving to be close to your dada!!! An it’s hard to separate you when she has to leave T-T. Don’t worry she’ll give you lots of snuggles and kisses! If you’re good enough maybe even a new toy!

🌸Even though you are relatively well behaved, you still have a sticker chart. If you’ve been good allll week by Saturday you and dada get to go to the toy store! Orr you get new animal stickers. Often times they end up in your journal or on Vi :3

🌸Violet is very lenient. She wants to be a cool dada!

•Letting you stay up a little past bedtime, watch a pg13 movie that you promiseee won’t give you nightmares (it does…but Vi comforts you!). As well as playing outside, as long as you have sunscreen on….and you’re back inside when the sunsets….and you’re in her line of sight.

She is strict on you eating yummy healthy foods though! If you’ve struggle with eating she’ll never force you to finish your plate, but Vi will suede you by offering you an extra bottle at nap time.

Vi will also let you have a little extra tv time :3. Though not too much… one time Jinx was babysitting and let you be glued to the tv for like two days hehe.

Thank you for requesting!! I hope this was close to what you wanted :3. I tried to add girlre and boyre stuffs as well. I try to make all my x readers likee gender neutral (buttt there is a feminine bias bc I fem :p)

Please request!!! Don’t bes shy!! (And read my rules 😮 I do other fandoms than Arcane! Like Pokémon and jojo’s)

Ummm I’m planning on finishing Sevika caregiver hc next :p!!!!

(Sowwy I not been posting as often :(( my life very messy and sad at the moment:((( but it gets better (hopefully (╥_╥) BOOOO EVERYTHING EVILL GRRRR)

[bumblebeeswrite]

KILLER ROMANCE | CHAPTER 3 | DISCONTENT

summary: Jason isn't happy with his summer situation. That's something you can take advantage of.

Word count: 1,685

CW: major manipulation

I was gonna save this one but it’s finished, enjoy your second breakfast today

The next morning, true to his word, Jason met you outside the mess hall after the chaos of the morning circle had subsided. The sun was climbing higher in the sky, promising another sweltering day at Camp Pineway, but a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, offering a momentary respite from the heat. He had his old film camera slung over his shoulder, the worn leather strap looking comfortably familiar against his faded shirt. 

“Ready for your photography lesson, Arrow?” He asked, a smile gracing his lips. “Absolutely, teach.” you replied with a playful grin, your heart doing that usual little flutter at the sight of him. You felt so much excitement, not just for the idea of spending time alone with him, but for the opportunity to dive deeper into his world, to uncover the layers beneath his quiet exterior. As you strolled around the sprawling campgrounds, Jason pointed out different compositional techniques, explaining the rule of thirds and the importance of lighting with a surprising degree of enthusiasm. He seemed more animated when talking about this, a genuine passion shining through his usual quietness. You listened attentively, asking thoughtful questions, even if your primary focus was on observing him, or noticing the subtle changes in his expressions and in his body language. 

It wasn’t long before you started to pick up on subtle cues, little glimpses into a potential well of discontent. As a group of particularly loud and rambunctious ten year old boys ran past, nearly knocking over a stack of freshly delivered firewood, a fleeting look of annoyance crossed Jason’s face. It was quickly masked, replaced by his usual neutral expression, but you had caught it. 

Later, as you paused by the lake, watching a group of counselors attempting to teach a gaggle of younger campers how to paddle canoes, Jason made a quiet, almost muttered comment. “Sometimes I wonder if any of them actually know what they’re doing.” You turned to him with a thoughtful expression. “You think so?” You asked, prompting him to explain. He shrugged, kicking a small pebble into the water. “I don’t know. Some of them seem more interested in flirting with each other than actually supervising the kids.” He gestured subtly towards a pair of teenage counselors who were indeed engaged in a rather animated conversation near the water’s edge, their attention seemingly far from their paddling pupils. “You’ve got a point.” You said slowly, nodding in agreement. “Safety first, right? It can be a little… frustrating when people aren’t taking their responsibilities seriously.” You wanted to validate his feelings, to position yourself as someone who shared his concerns about the smooth running of the camp. He looked at you, a flicker of something akin to understanding in his eyes. “Exactly,” He said, his tone a bit more upbeat now. “It’s not like we’re here to just hang out. We’ve got a job to do.” “Tell me about it,” You said with a sigh, rolling your eyes slightly. “Some of the new counselors seem to think this is just one big summer vacation for them.” He laughed, a low sound that you found strangely appealing. “You’ve noticed that too, huh?” “Absolutely.” you replied, leaning against a nearby tree. “It makes our job as head counselors a little… challenging.. Sometimes.” You wanted to remind him of your shared position, the shared responsibility that bound you together.

As your lesson continued, you kept your senses attuned to any further signs of Jason’s potential frustrations. During a brief stop near the arts and crafts cabin, you noticed him watching a group of teenage girls giggling and gossiping amongst themselves, seemingly oblivious to the younger campers who were struggling to glue popsicle sticks together. A faint frown creased his cheeks. “Teenagers,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. “Ah, the joys of summer camp,” you said with a wry smile. “Sometimes I think they’re more trouble than the little ones.” 

He nodded in agreement. “They can be pretty self-absorbed, that’s for sure.” “It’s like they forget they’re supposed to be role models,” you added, fueling his discontent. “It’s all about their little dramas.” He looked at you, a knowing smile on his lips. “You get it.” he said, and you felt a small thrill course through you. He was starting to see you as someone who understood his perspective, someone who shared his slightly cynical view of the camp dynamic. 

Later that day, during the afternoon swim session, you observed Jason as he stood lifeguard duty. His gaze seemed distant, almost bored, as he scanned the swimmers in the lake. When a particularly annoying group of older campers started splashing each other and trying to wrestle, a look of clear irritation flashed across his face before he blew his whistle sharply, calling them out. As the campers grumbled and reluctantly calmed down, you walked over to where Jason was standing, dark sunglasses pulled down over your eyes. “Rough crowd today?” you asked, trying to sound sympathetic. He sighed, running a hand through his already tousled hair. “They never listen,” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “It’s like they think the rules don’t apply to them.” “I know the feeling,” You said, nodding in agreement. “It’s exhausting trying to keep everyone in line.” “It is,” He said, his gaze sweeping across the lake again. “Sometimes I wish they would all just.. Behave or something.” You paused for a moment, considering your next words carefully. You wanted to encourage his feelings without sounding negative or critical. “Maybe some people just.. Don’t appreciate the effort you put in to make this a good experience for them,” You said softly, your tone laced with a hint of shared weariness. He looked at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “Maybe you’re right.” Over the next few days, you continued to nurture Jason’s growing discontent. You made sure to be present during moments when he seemed particularly frustrated, offering a sympathetic ear and validating his feelings. You would casually mention your own minor annoyances with certain campers or counselors, creating that sense of shared frustration and camaraderie. 

During one chaotic evening in the mess hall, as a group of younger campers engaged in a food fight that sent mashed potatoes flying across the room, you caught Jason’s eyes across the crowded room. He looked utterly exasperated, a mixture of annoyance and pure exhaustion on his face. You offered him a small, knowing smile, a silent acknowledgement of the absurdity of the situation. He returned the smile, sharing the moment with you from across the room. 

Later that night, as you both found yourselves on the screen porch, seeking refuge from the lingering heat, Jason sighed heavily. “This is.. A lot sometimes.” He said, his gaze fixed on the dark woods beyond the screen. “Tell me about it.” you replied softly, leaning back in your chair. “It’s not always the perfect summer everyone imagines, is it? Especially not for us.” He turned to look at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. “No,” he said quietly, “It’s definitely not.” “But,” you added, meeting his gaze. “At least we’re in it together, right?” You wanted to reinforce the bond between you, the responsibilities that connected you. 

He nodded slowly, a small, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah we are.” As the days continued to pass, you noticed a subtle shift in Jason’s demeanor. He seemed a little more relaxed around you, a little more willing to share his thoughts and frustrations. He would occasionally seek you out to vent about a particularly trying camper or a seeming incompetent counselor. And each time, you were there to listen, to offer a sympathetic ear, and to encourage his feelings. 

One afternoon, as you were both taking a break in the relative quiet of your shared cabin, Jason leaned back on the couch, a thoughtful look to his face. “You know,” he said, his gaze drifting towards the open window. “Sometimes I feel like.. No one here really gets it.” “Gets what?” You asked gently, prompting him to continue as you sat down on the floor next to the couch, near his feet. 

He hesitated for a moment, as if unsure how to articulate his feelings. “Just.. everything.” he said finally, with a sigh. “The ways things are run, the way some of the counselors act.. It just feels off sometimes.” “I know exactly what you mean.” You said softly, looking up to meet his gaze. “Sometimes I feel the same way. Like we’re the only ones here who see things clearly.” You wanted him to know that you understood. That you were both on the same page. You wanted to set yourselves apart from everyone else.  He looked at you, relief spreading slowly across his face. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding slowly. “It’s like some people are just oblivious. They don’t see how everything cranks.”

He was quiet for a long time, his gaze fixed on you. And then he smiled. “Maybe we’re just too observant for our own good.” He said quietly.

“Or maybe,” you replied, your smile mirroring his own. “We just see things as they really are.”

In that moment, sitting in the quiet of your shared cabin, a new layer was added to your blossoming connection. You had successfully tapped into Jason’s underlying frustration, encouraging his feelings and positioning yourself as someone who shared his view of the world. The bond between you was strengthening, built on a foundation of shared observations and understanding. And as you looked at Jason, a sense of quiet satisfaction settled within you. Your plan was progressing exactly as you had hoped. The seeds had been sown, and you couldn’t wait to watch them bloom.

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[devoutekuna]

Babyshower

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

"What's the point in a stupid Babyshower?" Stuffing his face with sugar cookies decorated like teddy bears since those were the chocolate ones. He was laid out on the floor with you sat beside his head, trying to figure out how you were going to cut the cake since it was 3 tiers, he personally didn't care how it was cut as long as he got some, having 3 separate layers for each of your favourite flavours, that's how thoughtful he was without showing it, it matched your dreams in a Babyshower cake the pink and blue ombre decorating the layers. "So we can find out the gender!" Picking off a fondant decoration which was sin the way, passing it to him. "No kidding." Annoyed with how you pointed out the obvious. He had kicked all the guests out just so you two could have this special moment to yourself.he wasn't a fan of your friends, always plotting to eat them if you dropped them.

"Hurry up woman" cutting the cake for you with his cursed technique, a slice falling perfectly onto the plate, revealing the icing colour as he passed it to you. It took you a few seconds to realise what he had done but looking down at the colour only made you squeal.

Nanami-

"Here" handing you the knife as he sat down next to you. He baked a vanilla rectangle cake for the gender reveal. "Thank you" nodding in response. Despite baking the cake he was still in the dark about the colour since he got someone else to do it. "Actually, pass me the cups" motioning towards the wine glasses. After passing them he leaned on your shoulder, feeling the frame of his reading glasses dent into your arm. "Ready?" "Yes" digging into the corners of the cake to reveal the pink/blue icing. "Guess we're having a girl/boy" he didn't seem happy to someone else's eyes but since you knew him best, he didn't show much emotions.

Geto-

Alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks all around as he celebrated the gender of his baby soon to be revealed. "When you want to do the cake, tell me." Arm around your shoulder, kissing your miserable face. "I'll kick them all out" he hated the fact that he had to invite some of his followers and your friends and family. But he was on cordial terms with them even if it was one-sided, he couldn't invite any Jujutsu sorcerer friends you had, as they were enemies.

"Sorry about that love" kissing your cheek once again, seeing how much happier you were after they all left. Knife already digging into one side of the cake. "It's fine" cutting him a slice of cake, the baker had made it so the cake only had white icing inside, but cupcakes ontop held the secret. "There's no colour Y/N" confused as to why it was neutral. "Take this then" teasing him coming to an end as you picked off one of the cupcakes. Gracefully biting off one side, only to reveal the icing filled inside coloured.

Gojo-

"If it's a boy we should name him Satoru JR, or if it's a girl we should name her Satoshi!" Slapping the back of his forehead as you heard how he wanted his kids to carry atleast some resemblance to himself, they already get some of his name with the surname 'gojo' become a hyphen to yours. "I'm not naming my kid after you" biting into a cupcake to reveal nothing but white icing, the baker had done it so that you two had to guess which one had the icing in. "Why? I've got a beautiful name" taking another cupcake just to reveal more white icing, you two were getting down to the last 5 cupcakes, him having accidentally eaten some whilst the guests were still here. "Yeah but I'm not naming my kid after you, end of" he was getting on your nerves at this point with his ego. "Fine" sighing in defeat, he loved to get on your nerves but stopped since you got pregnant, afraid of causing an premature birth.

Stuffing a cupcake fully in his mouth, he was supposed to ake a bite then show you. "Satoru!" Scared that he may have messed it all up if he ate the one with colour in, "What?" Mouth stuffed with cake as he asked, resting his arm on your shoulder, as he tried to comfort you. "What if that was the one?" "Then it was, the past is the past baby" kissing your teeth at his response, oh how you hoped that it wasn't the one.

"Look Satoru! It's blue/pink" shaking him as you showed him, white icing decking your bottom lip as you licked it clean off, too excited to care about your appearance.

Toji-

Laid out on the sofa wearing nothing but sweatpants, he couldn't be bothered to put on a shirt. Placing the tiered cake on the coffee table, neutral themes to keep you both on your toes as you knew he'd try and guess what gender it was by the way it was decorated. "What are we doing, normally or that thing you wanted to do?" He was very attentive when it came to you, always noticing small details, especially since you have been watching so many videos of couples using wine glasses to take a bite. "Cups" smiling at him, grabbing your waist as he brought you closer, fingers tracing the side of your baby bump. Handing him a cup, bringing the cake closer. "Go on" he couldn't even hide his excitement, face plastered with smiles as he watched you reveal the gender, pink/blue frosting peaking out from the side of the cup.

[lilypadlys]

Mushy May 2025 Day Eight - Playful Bickering

Ship: Mountain/Swiss

Word Count: 476

Read on AO3 or below the cut

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“Hey Swiss have you seen…fucking Satan again?” Mountain walks into the ghoul’s kitchen to find every surface covered in dirty bowls and chocolate cake icing smeared everywhere but the tiered cake Swiss has haphazardly stacked. For as amazing of a cook Swiss is, every time he tries baking the kitchen ends up a mess and small fires are also not uncommon. The creme brulee incident is still fresh in everyone’s minds.

“Heyyy Mount. It’s not as bad as it looks.” The cake starts to lean. “Fuck!” He lunges and catches it just in time. “I mean…it's fine…”

“I can’t leave you surprised can’t I?”

Swiss grins sheepishly.

“Want some help?”

“No I’m fine…” Swiss fully takes in the state of the kitchen. “Okay maybe. It's not my fault baking can smell fear.”

“It can indeed.” Mountain chuffs. His initial disbelief turns to amusement. “Alright let's get this figure out. Has the cake fully cooled yet?”

“No?”

“Ah, that's part of the problem. You want the cake room temp or even cold or the icing will melt right off. That’s also why the layers are sliding around. Whoa hey-”

Swiss has just raised his hands like he’s about to summon his little bit of air to cool the cake. Mountain gently takes his hands instead.

“How about we just try the fridge. I promise it won’t take that long.”

“Hmpf fine.” Swiss pretends to pout but his cheeky grin slips through almost immediately. “I guess we can clean in the meantime.”

They get the sink emptied and the dishwasher full as well as wipe off all the counters. By the time they finish the cake has had plenty long to cool. Swiss retrieved the cooled cake from the fridge while Mountain checks the remaining icing.

“Hmm do you like the icing as is or do you want it to be more stiff?”

“Can we get it thicker? It ended up really runny.”

“Here.” Mountain grabs a bag from the pantry. “Mix in some powdered sugar until you like the consistency.”

Swiss does, mixing thoroughly. “Oh yeah that's a lot better.”

“Okay, perfect. Got the spatula?”

“Uh huh. Like this?” He scoops up a glob of icing and smooths it onto the cake.

“Exactly. Your technique is perfect. Should be a lot easier this time.”

Indeed it is, the layers no longer sliding around. They get the cake decorated in no time.

“Okay last thing.” Swiss grabs a pouch of writing icing and holds it over the cake before pausing. “Wait…fuck.”

“What?”

“I was making the cake for Aether and Dew’s anniversary. But it’s next week isn’t it?”

Mountain just sighs. “You’re an idiot.” Fondness is evident in his voice though.

“But you love me anyway so…”

“Yes. Yes I do.” Mountain kisses him on the nose, licking off the daub of icing that'd found its way there.