#still don't like the lighting all too much for the illustration but sometimes you gotta go fuck it and move on

[ruija]

Well I really love your art, may I ask how do u color? I struggle with coloring turtles and I wasn't to know how do u do that?

Hi anon! That's a very broad question, so you've given me a great excuse to ramble anything I want about my coloring, eehehehee~! This will be in two parts and I'll start with talking about my simpler coloring style.

As in, when I color characters on a white background, with a limited or light palette.

The driving force behind this style is me being lazy. My time, energy, and attention span are pretty limited, so if I want to finish anything, I gotta do it fast. And with fanart, I'm usually just doing it for fun and relaxation, so there's no need to push myself to polish it too much.

Despite that, I rarely post just black and white sketches or line arts. I always try to add at least a little bit of toning or shading, because that makes the image easier to read. The characters and their shapes pop out and catch the eye of the viewer better.

However, in this particular example, just the couple toning colors don't quite do the job. The way Don and Leo are entangled makes the center area of this illustration very busy and hard to read.

As a comparison; this pic has only one tone + mask colors, and it works. This is because all the characters are standing separately and their poses are very stationary and simple.

So for the Don + Leo pic, adding some shadows helps in bringing out shapes and depths. Also in general, if you don't feel like drawing BGs, it's good to at least add a shadow below the characters. It grounds them and makes them feel like they exist within a space.

Sometimes if the posing looks too complex and busy, it might just be best to color in the characters fully.

However, even if I do full flat colors, I tend to use a lighter palette. Putting characters in their neutral/default color on a white BG can look a bit jarring as if they're floating in a void. It feels less immersive and like the picture is unfinished.

Using lighter colors makes the image more cohesive, and fits the characters into the white environment a bit more naturally.

If I'm too lazy to draw a BG, I prefer using stylized and limited colors. It feels deliberate and that the whiteness is just part of the palette, whereas the character-accurate colors on white don't match as well, even if they're more pastel.

That being said, there's nothing wrong with just slapping the flat-colored characters on a white background. As you know, I do it too. I'm just exposing my 'fancy coloring style' for what it is; me being lazy, hah!

Limited and monochromatic palettes are a nice shortcut even when you do actual backgrounds. It's faster and you don't have to worry about clashing colors. And you can still convey atmosphere and mood.

Also, on the topic of conserving your time and efforts; I think it's very common among younger/less experienced artists to think that the amount of time you spend on your art piece = how good and well received that piece will be.

Which has some merit to it of course, but it can lead to putting too much effort into areas where it's not necessary. E.g. filling the piece with tons of details and clutter that don't serve an actual purpose, but rather make the image hard to read. Or doing really complicated shading for a meme/comic, where simplicity would deliver the joke better.

So whenever I'm drawing something I intend to publish, whether it's a quick doodle or a more polished piece, I try to follow these two principles: Make it easily readable and do the bare minimum that needs to be done to convey what I want to convey.

Putting time into practice is important, but if you draw for work, it's also crucial that you know how to prioritize and use your time efficiently!

Anyway, thanks for reading! In the next part I'll go into how I do my fully colored pieces, so stay tuned for that!

[bitterflames]

fic writer interview

(tagged by @sunriseverse, tysm for the tag!! 💙 posting on my sideblog because it feels like the right place for this sort of rambling.)

How many works do you have on AO3? 10 (plus the one i orphaned, which still has my username attached). one is fanart. i'm... a very irregular writer.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 32,694 words (i do mean a very irregular writer lol).

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1) snow and repetitions of snow (elder scrolls) (169) 2) no takebacks (mysterious lotus casebook) (126) 3) a light that does not flicker (elder scrolls) (85) 4) what's in a name? (mysterious lotus casebook) (78) 5) to gravity and the unknown (elder scrolls) (50) the actual most-kudosed work of mine is the Accursed Orphan, red oni, blue oni (tensei shitara slime datta ken) with 2202 (oh god). it really, really wasn't my best work, i stopped following the canon when i got bored with the plot, and the constant stream of kudos emails started to get on my nerves, hence the orphaning.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i try my best to! that said there are a lot of unanswered comments from periods where i just couldn't keep up with life. i appreciate each and every one though! i swear i'll get around to them someday 😭

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? i tend to write bittersweet more than outright angsty. maybe snow and repetitions of snow, featuring two shitty stubborn wizards who are on-again off-again exes/enemies with benefits. it ends on them realizing that their ideals and personalities are irreconcilable and yet they cherish each other regardless. sometimes it just be that way!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? no takebacks is very short but given that it undoes a major character death and ends with a sort-of marriage proposal: probably that one. sometimes you just gotta write fluff to soothe the soul.

Do you write crossovers? not really. occasional crossover cameos can be fun, but overall they don't interest me a ton? i much prefer fusion AUs, but i don't often write them; perhaps because my stuff tends to be shorter and more intensely character-focused than setting-focused.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? not openly. if anyone's hating on my fics in private that's their prerogative lmao.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? occasionally! there's one explicit fic on my account and numerous WIPs that may or may not ever see the light of day. "porn with feelings" is probably the best description for the stuff i tend to write. sometimes the characters are trying very hard to ignore those feelings but they're still there. (shout out to the one lin chen/mei changsu WIP in my folder which is Very Much That.)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge. i tend to write for small fandoms and rare pairs so i'm probably not high on the radar for that sort of thing?

Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! snow and repetitions of snow was translated into mandarin, i'm very happy that someone liked my fic enough to do so :)

Have you ever co-written a fic before? not yet, though i've done illustrations for big bang fics in the past, and RP'd and created shared AU verses with friends. actual co-writing isn't something i've done, but the idea is intriguing! (that said, i'm extremely flakey and wouldn't wish myself as a co-writer upon anyone.)

What’s your all-time favorite ship? "all-time" is a pretty broad category, wow. in terms of sheer volume of fics i've bookmarked though mei changsu/xiao jingyan are absolutely destroying the competition, no contest. in terms of "currently rent-free in my brain" i am frantically paddling this XJY/MCS/LC rareship against the current.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? (gestures vaguely at my entire folder of WIPs. weeps loudly.) tbh talking too much about my WIPs or even giving them a serious title until they're most-of-the-way finished feels like giving them the kiss of death. i'm not superstitious but i'm like a little stitious, you know?

What are your writing strengths? given that my entire writing process feels kind of like banging my head against a wall while crying: hard to say! i'm told i'm good with conveying tension though. in terms of characterization, insufferable theatrical magnificent bastards.

What are your writing weaknesses? long plotty fic and me are not friends. my pacing can be a bit mood whiplash-y at times. i abuse italics and semicolons like they're going out of fashion.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? depends on the cultural context of the canon, the purpose for doing so, etc... like pretty much anything else, it can be used to good effect, or it can be really grating. i think things like honorifics and terms that don't have a good 1:1 english translation are pretty much fine.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? idk probably some pokemon OC thing when i was like ten years old? in terms of fic completed and posted online, elder scrolls.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? (shoving numerous WIPs back into my folder) does NiF count? i haven't finished anything for it yet... in terms of canons i haven't touched at all, maybe sha po lang. i read the entire thing in one long weekend while house-sitting for a friend and i'm still not sure if it was good or if it just hit all my kinks just right, but either way there's probably something to work with here.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? it's also a WIP (mostly written, just lacking a solid ending) and it's utter self-indulgent nonsense designed to appeal to no one but me but: i'm very fond of how to deflower your martial brother (wo jia dashixiong naozi you keng). hanahaki disease, fucky shixiong/shidi relations, horrible pun in the title: these are a few of my favourite things.

tagging! @shararan @strandedchesspiece @foxofninetales @sinni-ok-sessi @junemermaid @melodious-tear @thebansacredbanned and anyone else who's interested (no pressure ofc!)

[quirkquess]

BNHA Fantasy AU Class 1-A Collection + Extra │ Part 1•2

Finally finished that class 1a piece lmao took years. Since I had the linework done before changing some of the designs, maybe I’ll do a redraw one day

Some headcanons:

Aoyama hails from a line of good-aligned nobility known for their powerful magic. However, due to health complications, his magic is a double-edged sword. He seeks to prove himself and make a couple friends along the way

Mina is axolotl dragon living near the Southern Salamander Lake surrounded by rocky mountains. Adventurous and energetic, she isn’t afraid to take risks. She left her home in search for adventure and eventually met the Bakusquad though Kirishima

Asui is an amphibian humanoid. She worked hard at her family’s establishment, meeting various people from different backgrounds and status. She is well connected and an extremely good negotiator

Iida is a paladin from a proud noble family spanning generations. They are known for their generosity, chivalry, and bravery. Following in his family’s footsteps, the second heir seeks to gain experience in leadership and combat

Uraraka was sent to distinguished magic school at a young age after finding her affinity with gravitation magic. Despite being born into a poor family, through her hard work, she graduated with a wealth of arcane knowledge

Ojiro is born as one of many sons of an assassination guild. However, after seeing his martial prowess, his family sent him to a temple to train as a monk. He is quick, steady, and deadly but has no real desire to kill. His sensibility has saved him and his comrades numerous times

Kaminari was from a very minor aristocratic house before he left in pursuit of glory. He wasn’t going to be an heir anyway with his brains and the call for adventure was louder than paperwork. His sociability saved him as many times as it landed him in hot water. Despite his lack of academics, a lifetime of doing odd jobs here and there granted him many close friends

Kirishima is a courageous earth dragon who ate crimson beets to look like his hero, an earth dragon with gleaming crimson scales. But before he was a cowardly little thing. He met Mina after he saw how “manly” she was exploring territory outside her own despite being so young. After being defeated in battle, he vowed to be Bakugo’s first friend!

Koda is a gentle druid humanoid. He is always surrounded by little critters and seemingly can get along with any creature. He has a bit of fae blood in him which allows him to control animals but rarely uses the power outside of hostile situations

Sato trained as a monk before leaving in pursuit of the culinary world. He seeks to create delicious food made from ingredients outside of civilization. Danger flavour, baby! Thankfully, his training helped him throughout his culinary journey

Shoji is from the deep sea. His appearance frightened those not used to deep sea dwellers as they are often thought of to be sadistic and evil-aligned. Instead of falling for such taunts, he seeks to help those in need

Jirou is a bard travelling with Momo. They met during a royal gala where she was invited to play not only because of her parents’ reputation but also her own hard work. She decided to travel with Momo to seek her own path outside of playing for nobility

Sero was the son of a travelling inventor and engineer. After helping a debt-bound Kaminari, they travelled together in hopes of landing some gold for his next invention. He’s nearly lost his arms twice after an invention gone wrong. Specializes in woodworking.

Tokoyami is an infamous kenku with a symbiotic relationship to his familiar, Dark Shadow. His abilities as a warlock rogue has given him no shortage of shady clients. He serves under the name of a dark mistress in hopes that he will be granted her favour in death

Todoroki has no shortage of names: the cursed prince, the runaway prince, the abandoned prince. It is rumoured that his mother cursed him as a payment for his father’s sins. He seeks a cure quickly before his wrath replaces his sanity but how can one be rid of a demon when they were made from demonic flesh and blood?

Hagakure is the exemplary assassin, an invisible stalker with high dexterity, if not for her affability. After hearing about Ojiro’s departure, she quickly followed him as an excuse to leave her family name and meet new people. Although many give her strange looks, they quickly fall for her charms

Bakugo is the proud barbarian of a powerful tribe of warriors. The only thing that barred him from leading the tribe was his own mother forbidding him until he learned some damn leadership qualities. Misunderstanding what she said, he left to defeat the strongest warriors known by name to carve out his own legacy

Midoriya is an ordinary boy from a small quant little town just off north to the Bakugo’s territory. He dreamed of becoming a hero like the All Might of legend despite his lack of magic or physical skills. But after a chance meeting, perhaps fate has more in store for him

Mineta has been sealed in an arcane chest. Although no one knows exactly why. Seen enabling Kaminari’s bad decisions before Sero came around

Momo is a magic knight. Born into one of the most distinguished noble families, her affinity with spatial magic makes her a powerful fighter. Get that inventory space limit outta here, she IS the Bag of Holding!

Shinso is a deep sea siren feared by many due to his hypnotic voice. “Birthed by a sea hag,” they whispered. Running away, he stumbled upon a weakening forest called “Cloud Nine” and met the forest’s guardian, an elf named Aizawa

Eri was a prize to many – a docile unicorn foal blessed/cursed with powers from the goddess of mortal time. She was later saved by a group of heroes who took her to a forest full of mist and magic where she would feel safe and loved

Aizawa is the last guardian of Cloud Nine, the forest with fading mist he took care of since the death of the last guardian, Shirakumo. A forest elf who did not take kindly to “visitors” was suddenly saddled with the company of many beings who sought safety and guidance

Yamada, or “Present Mic” as he’s more popularly known, is a banshee who said “fuck this wailing shit” and went to go party with bards and minstrels. He tries to stay within the moment as it could be taken away from you at an instant. Self-proclaimed BBF of Aizawa Shota

Nemuri is the siren empress, the great matriarch of her clan. Her bewitching beauty and voice led to many deaths of horrible mortals and an escape for those who need it. Her clan is a safe haven for the lost, afraid, and lonely

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[fromaliminalspace]

For the gif makers ask meme... 14, 16, 34, and 48?

[ask meme link]

14. How long does it usually take you to make a set

for real, while technically i can make a gifset within a day or a few, i have a nasty tendency to procrastinate everything, literally everything, even stuff i actually enjoy. and when i do get around to actually making sth i overthink it. sometimes for months. yup. lbr overthinking (alongside chronic lack of spoons) is the main reason i create stuff so rarely and post it even rarer even if i have it finished for a while. i'm trying to improve, okay..? just gonna kick myself more often into calling things finished and posting them, i literally have dozens of gifset ideas waiting to be executed, several art wips (as well as finished pieces), two videoedit ideas, and quite a few k words of both fic and meta… the tricky part is just to get around to all of it

16. How long have you been making gifs

oof lemme see… in June 2020 i made my first gifs that weren't completely horrible cuz before that i was using merely a phone app for this with video editing software (this and this were made this way). and then in February 2021 i finally figured out what was missing from my PS and preventing me from editing gifs there and fixed it. so yeah, i've been relatively new to this, i guess..? though ngl the experience of very spontaneously making two videoedits before trying out proper gifing was a nice starting point

34. A set that took you a long time/was really hard but you’re really proud of how it came out

hm the stardust one is the first that came to mind even though it's more the case of "it didn't receive as much attention as most my other cql gifsets but i'm still quite fond of it" rather than it being particularly time/effort-consuming. not to mention that i'm hardly ever actually proud of anything i create but well, that's just my brain cockroaches messing stuff up. back on track, the WWX gifs in the trust parallel set were a pain to edit but eventually i ended up learning new tricks while groping my way around it so i'm not complaining

okay, if i were really to pick a gifset i'm proud of that'd be the ripples one, no doubts (gonna add the link once i actually finish and post it, i promise). it's the most advanced technically (don't even ask me how long i've been nitpicking it from all directions and how i'm still tempted to drop the current version in favor of approaching it from a whole new direction bc surely it can be done way way better if i just go nitpick it some more! ya know, the usual overthinking) and it's sth very personal to me thematically. the underlying meaning of it is too closely related to liminal spaces (or more like what i simplify as "liminal spaces" as i suspect my own understanding of this concept in general can differ quite a bit from that of other people) so putting it into actual words gets tricky. but this kinda comes with the territory so nothing unusual

48. How would you describe your giffing style

ugh honestly idek if i have one..? for real, i don't think there's anything about my gifs that makes them stand out much. at least there surely isn't anything that i deliberately make sure to integrate every single time (maybe i do unconsciously though, who knows). so i feel like it's more for others to judge ¯_(ツ)_/¯

what i can say is that when i do make gifsets i apparently tend to illustrate some narrative parallels or sth with them..? or just combine scenes with a quote that strikes me with fitting vibes. or both. also i like to have fun with the colors and lighting and use adjustment layers quite heavily (but gotta admit it's hardly an option to halfass this if i wanna my Yi City gifs to look vibrant and alive enough). i suppose alternative subtitles to all my cql sets are a feature of my so called style as well since i always translate them myself instead of going the easy way and copying any of the already existing ones. which is also fun! even if, well, adds to the amount of time and spoons i put into it but what can i say, it's a matter of habit by now

[madlymiho]

Scenario! Next Ace and his Marine story!!! Finally safe on Amazon Lily, the two can finally relax together and Law is no longer around to play chaperone, especially when Luffy goes back to Marineford to ring that bell. While there is some tender emotional moments. I don't need this NSFW.... I need it NSFL (not safe for life). The two are finally lighting their slow burn on FIRE. MIHO GIVE ME THAT FILTH. PLEASE.

So this is it… this is it!!! After many stories, many moments, many fears… THIS IS IT!!!!!

I hope this will be enough NSFL for you, my dearest friend! Let’s do this, Eddie!!! Thanks again for trusting me for this :)

Warning : NSFW

Words : 3298

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Ace scenario : Burning Feelings (read after the cut)

He’s seated on a beautiful land of grass, intensely green, almost unreal, his raven eyes looking at the raging ocean down the cliff, which keeps crashing against the rocks with a furious and everlasting rumbling. The sun is raises, for the four times already on this island, since they have arrived with Law and the rest of his crewmates, along with a passed-out Luffy and Jinbe. He takes a deep breath, eyes closed, the many scents of her new environment tickling his nose. It reminds him many memories here ; the soft caress of the sun on his skin in his early mornings in Goa, where he was too young and too fool to realized how life can be dangerous, and how it could end in less than a second. Ace sighs, facing the consequences on his actions for the first time. He almost died, he knows it. It was more than a close call, and he’s only here because many people took the risk to save him, some of them even losing their lives for him to enjoy his freedom. Pops, among all of them. His only father figure is gone because he acted recklessly, and deep down, it’s a wound which wouldn’t heal in the meantime. He pinches his lips together, his heart falling in the middle of his guts, atrociously reminding him that his entire family was probably gone, or somewhere unknown in this world. It would be a very long journey to find them all, he knows it. Yet, at this moment, he doesn’t really feel the energy to continue the fight. He’s exhausted, deep in the soul, and this sensation seems to haunt him everyday since he has been rescued.

“Hey…,” a soft voice calls behind his back, and Ace immediately feels his heart wrenching.

It’s her. The marine girl who saved his entire life. The woman he has always teased during numerous battles, until their burning feelings have turned into something deeper. She gently joins him, at first unsure if she’s welcomed, sitting beside him, while she looks at the horizon. Her shoulder isn’t wrapped in bandages anymore, but she feels sore and tired, and Ace can perfectly understand why. He softly brushes her exposed thigh, enjoying this new vision of the girl of his dream, for once dressed casually, finally freed from her usual white uniform.

“Sleep troubles?” Ace asks, pushing his hips aside to meet hers. “It’s still early,”

“I know. I just can’t sleep anymore.” She mumbles, her fingers fondling the grass. “But says who? You’re always gone when I wake up. Sometimes you only come back at night.”

Ace can’t help but smirk, offering her that everlasting playful stare he has always given her.

“Miss me?” He tries, amused by her blushing features.

“Certainly not.” She snaps, pinching her lips.

He knows she’s still struggling with her many feelings at the moment, and that the situation isn’t easy for her. She will be wanted, after all, just like him. She’s a traitor, and this new label will always follow her, as soon as she will expose herself to the world again, no matter what. But for the moment, she muffles her emotions, preventing them from popping out of her mouth, or her heart, preferring to remain silent and watch the ocean. Ace has to break that shell, for her own well-being. Soon enough, if it’s not already the case, guilt, and perhaps regret, would slowly poisoned her mind, and he doesn’t want her to live with such awful thoughts about herself. Softly, he rolls an arm around her shoulders, and even if he clearly feels the tension in her muscles, after a moment, she leans her head against his torso, and accepts his embrace. Shyly, her fingers even dare to fondle his bare and outlined body, until she lifts her face up and looks at him with tender eyes.

“Thank you,” she only mutters, her thumb describing circles on his skin.

Ace tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Thanks for what, Name?”

“For being alive.”

She freezes, fear yet also desire blooming in her head as a poisonous flower, her emotions boiling inside of her. Ace recognizes that fire growing inside of his body as well, as he presses her even more against his torso. His fingers gently finds their way under her shirt, right above hips, brushing her skin with their tips.

“Ace…,” she whispers, her stare digging in his, full of lust, desire, intense emotions he has never seen before.

“You want it?” He only growls, his voice deeper than usual, slowly pulling her closer.

She hesitates, for a second. Ace looks nothing but gorgeous under the feeble lights of sunrise, his freckles moving on his cheeks like an hypnotical dance, as he offers her his best and devilish smile.

“I want it.” She eventually answers, her throat dry and painful.

It’s enough for Ace to slide his hand down, cupping her rear to pull her into a deep and intense kiss. As soon as their lips meet, she feels suffocated under his desire. He rolls his hips, taking her in the motion, plastering her back on the mattress made of grass. He pushes her top over her shoulders, helping her getting rid of it, exposing her soft skin to the air, his mouth already digging to taste it. He nibbles her neck, gently at first, then more intensely, feeling her hips coming up to meet his manhood, her breathing nothing but erratic. Her fingers grab his hair, pulling on his raven strands with a chaotic strength, as she knows there’s nothing to stop them anymore. No more duties, no more uniform… no more stoic doctor.

“I wanted this for so long…,” she hums, Ace catches the clip of her bra to eventually expose her tits.

He smirks, his face coming up to look at her in the eyes, his digits pulling on her nipples, twisting them, pulling on them, until she cries loudly.

“So you dreamt about this?” Ace teases, catching her earlobe to lick it, causing thousand of goosebumps on her skin. “You were a filthy liar, the many times you told me you hated me so much.”

He suddenly pins her wrists over her head, his nose tickling her cheek, before he gently bites her jaw. One of his hand traces an invisible road on her belly, getting down, and down, until he quickly unbuckles her short to slide his digits inside. He presses his fingers against her panties, already damp when he pinches her nub through the fabric.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Ace mutters, looking at her in the eyes. “I want everything from you, right now.”

To illustrate his statement, Ace pushes aside her panties, ignoring her wiggling hips, and the desperate breathing escaping from her throat. He teases her nub, his thumb playing with it, adding pressure, circling it, until she starts to moan. He has always desired to see her like this ; a desperate mess under his ministrations. He has often touched himself, the imagination playing in his head, while he has pumped his cock many times thinking of her. He growls, his lips immediately seeking for hers, their tongues finally meeting, as he swallows every of her whimpers. He knows she can’t pretend anymore ; she can’t fake it. She’s quivering from the top of her hair, to her feet, her hips meeting his anytime he adds more pressure on her most sensitive areas.

“I want to feel your mouth,” Margo whispers when they part, catching their breathes back.

Her sweet order sounds more like a plea, and Ace, willing to please her, immediately kisses her neck, his tongue impatiently teasing the area. He feels the goosebumps under his wet muscle, and her hips chasing her own pleasure when he eventually pushes a little bit more on her panties, revealing entirely her nub, to directly touch her core. He slowly starts to get down, leaving burning kisses on her needy skin, her heavy breathing escorting his every gesture. She anticipates every of his touch, and soon enough, Ace makes his way between her legs, inviting her to part them with a silent order, pushing on his left thigh with his palm, while he cautiously removes his fingers from her groin. Rapidly, he gets rid of her short, throwing it somewhere in the grass, along with her panties, as the sun lights her delicious curves. He smiles and leans his mouth over her belly, dropping long and wet kisses on her many muscles, before he slowly gets down, until he grabs her thighs, putting a soft pressure on her still exposed nub, her legs quivering from time to time as he maintains them apart.

“Relax,” he encourages when he feels her trembles, nibbling her inner thigh with his poisonous tenderness, mixed with an incredible lustful aura. “I’ll be nothing be gentle, you gotta trust me.”

“I trust you…,” she whispers hungrily, her digits digging in his raven hair to fondle it. “I have always trusted you, Ace.”

He smirks, closing his eyes, his teeth teasing her tender flesh, near her core, before he places his head between her legs, his delicate fingers brushing her entrance to make her feel good, enjoying the way she coats his digits. She’s almost dripping, her pussy exposed for the very first time to his view. Before she could ask him to stop everything, Ace licks her nub for the very first time, the tip of his tongue always warmer than anyone else because of his power. He hears a profound whimper coming from her throat, her back arching naturally under his touch, her fingers gripping his hair without any caution. He loves it. Everything he sees at this particular moment worths his entire life as a pirate. Her nipples pointing at the nascent day, her belly covered with waves of goosebumps, elegantly enlightening her beautiful feminine curves. Her hair plastered on the emerald grass, while her eyes are contemplating him during his ministrations. He hums, and then starts to suck on her clit, giving more pressure on her delicious nerve. She moans and doesn’t even try to muffle it, the many sensations coming from her core echoing in every part of her body. She positions herself under Ace’s tongue, forgetting for the first time all those years of disgrace when she dared to touch herself after their passionate battles under enemies flags, thinking about the power of his tongue, and the softness of his fingers.

“Ace!” She cries, putting her palm over her mouth to control herself.

He just added one finger to his tongue ministrations, coming in and out of her body, the warm sensation setting ablazed her entire core. She has never experienced something that intense, his pace getting quicker, as he rolls his tongue more fervently. He chuckles as she starts to hardly quiver under his touch, another finger joining the dance, opening her immaculate core, her natural fluid dripping on his mouth and his digits. She tries to fight him, to have some control, but Ace is a real player, and soon enough, he pushes a third finger in, giving herself the sensation of being completely filled and deliciously open. The warmness inside of her pussy, plus the everlasting dance of his tongue on her clit, finally bring something even more intense. She immediately grabs his hair when she feels it, and way before she can express herself, a long and deep whimper escapes from her throat, her legs immediately trying to close themselves as a an odd reflex. Ace smiles, and rolls his tongue even wildly on her swollen nub, knowing perfectly that she just reached a first intense climax. He tries to stimulate her for a moment, but she immediately stops him by squeezing her legs around his face. He kneels in front of her, wiping his lips with the back on his hand, looking at the gorgeous mess she is at the moment. She’s still out of breath, but he can’t stop himself anymore.

Quickly, Ace unbuckles his pants and fully undresses himself, exposing his raging boner to her view, forgetting in a second his embarrassment of being entirely naked in front of a lady and aroused, because it’s also his first time after all. Yet, he has always wanted it with her, and no one else, and this inner promise gives him the strength to keep going because her stare is nothing but inviting and full of desires. She opens her legs, as he massages her thighs tenderly, placing himself in the middle of her legs, his cock pointing at her dripping core. He lies on the top of her, his manhood caressing for the first time her wet entrance, his mouth just above hers. He rubs the head of his cock against her virgin cave, bumping against her still sensitive nub, as she responds by nibbling his neck and scratching his back. Then, he grabs his cock and slowly guides it to her core, first burying only the head in.

“Fuck…,” Ace hums, the tight sensation almost unbearable, as he’s not even all the way in.

She closes her eyes, trying her best to remain relax, a hand resting on his rear to escort his incredibly slow thrust. Inch by inch, he penetrates her, his mouth kissing her neck, her jaw, her cheek, as he pushes his hips forward, breaking her entrance for the first time, until he’s totally filling her. She quivers, grimacing for a second, while Ace gently covers her features with sweet and encouraging kisses.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” He growls with a deep voice, swept away by the incredible sensation she’s offering him.

“Move…” She finally agrees, the pain becoming something highly different… and pleasurable.

And he does so. He rocks his hips forward and backward, at first with a slow pace, every inch of his cock feeling the tightness of her core. She’s handling him incredibly, her legs finding their way around his waist, flushing his torso against her breasts, as they are one man. But this is what they are in the end. Two souls exploding in a dance they have always dreamt to share, mixing everything in their emotions, from their lust, to their desire, their deep and intense love escaping from their throats whenever they moan. Ace feels everything as a long wave of pleasure, the tip of his cock reaching the deepest part of her womb, chasing for those everlasting emotions in her eyes. He needs to look at her at this moment ; to see the billions of feelings she doesn’t even pretend to hide anymore. The blissfulness of being filled by him, and no one else. And when he finally has a look on her dilated pupils calling for more, Ace immediately rolls an arm behind around her waist and lifts her just a little bit, as he kneels on the grass to have her on his lap.

“Name…,” he growls, impatiently, his mouth nibbling her sensitive and pointy nipple, pulling on it as he slams his hips and circles her waist to hold her close.

“This feel so good… Ace… Ace…”

Eyes closed, mouth slightly open, she can’t really pronounce a real sentence. Ace holds her tightly, so close that she’s almost breathless. It’s like he’s afraid to see her running away, once again, as she always did before, getting back under the justice flag she has deeply loved for so long. But now… Now she wants to stay. She doesn’t want to be in any other place in this world but here, feeling his length increasing its pace, the burning breathing of her lover caressing her neck, her breasts, her jaw. She digs her fingers in his raven hair, pulling on them, playing with the silken strands, unable to stop her desperate moans, nor her many thoughts and feelings. He’s alive. Thanks God, he’s alive! She wants to slap him for being such an incredible idiot, and kiss him because he didn’t let her go. He didn’t abandon her. What life would have been without him anyway? Nothing. The cruel void and a hole in her heart.

“Come here…,” Ace whispers, laying her back on the field, grabbing her leg and pressing it against his hip to adjust the angle. “Name…,” he calls again, leaning his mouth with hers. “I love you.”

He kisses her way before she can even manage to find an answer, his thrusts suddenly getting deeper and more erratic, as he rocks his hips without even trying to be careful. She groans, her tongue finding his, one arm around his shoulders, feeling every sensation as a fantastic rollercoaster. Ace has stamina, he’s sweet, strong but also tender and careful. And he’s not entirely done with her. Slowly, he slides his digits on her belly, heading south to find the swollen nub he has already played with before. She almost gasps, arching her back, chasing for this sweet pleasure she needs to have right now. She wants to get swept away in another world ; his world.

“I’m… I’m coming…!” She cries loudly, both of his thrusts and his ministrations too powerful to ignore them.

Ace growls, fighting hard the need to cum right away. He feels the goosebumps covering her legs as soon as he twists his thumb over her clit, putting more pressure on it, until she eventually lets her head fall backward, a long moan escaping from her throat. She squeezes him tightly, the narrowness of her core bringing shockwaves into Ace’s cock and belly. He doesn’t have time to pull out ; with a deep groan, he comes inside of her with three spurts, the head of his cock highly sensitive after his powerful climax. He falls on the top on her, ignoring their sweating bodies and the incredible warmness of his. She even chuckles, spotting some flames on the top of his shoulders, his power far from being controlled by the young man anymore, before she eventually tries to catch her breath back. After a moment, Ace carefully pulls out, before he lies beside her, immediately grabbing her shoulders to bring her closer. She looks up at the sky, still pastel blue and pink because of the early morning, intertwining her fingers with his.

“What are we doing, now?” She dares to ask after a moment, her thumb following a drip of sweat rolling on his abs.

He turns his head and kisses her forehead, his fingers brushing her hair.

“If you’re asking me what’s the plan, I don’t have any,” he whispers, his heart still racing after their intercourse. He smirks. “But you should stop trying making some… You’re really bad at making plans.”

She pinches his waist and furrowed her eyebrows, but there’s nothing harmful in her gesture, and Ace only giggles.

“Stupid boy, that’s my master plan which saved your sorry ass!”

“Touché.” Ace smiles, pulling her even closer. “My fierce marine girl.”

She feels a soft breeze surrounding them, the many scents of the nature tickling her nose, Ace’s face watching her closely. He has never looked so beautiful, every of his freckles creating a pattern on his face, as if he’s the nocturnal sky itself, the entire galaxy and its constellations. She pinches her lips together, and softly extends her hand, reaching for his jaw, cupping it with a slow gesture. Ace loses his smile in front of the deepness of her eyes, waiting patiently for her to open her heart. She skims his lips with her thumb, her irises exploring every inch of his face, before she smiles, and looks back at him.

“Not anymore,” she answers in a soft whisper. “I’m your fierce pirate girl now.”

[closetgremlin]

"Amnesia" 5 Seconds of Summer

The Adventure Zone:Balence Arc - Lucretia; pre/mid-adventure, pre Stolen Century arc, pre Story and Song arc, etc.

"And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine"

The "friends" are Lucretia's spys or whatever who check up on the Tres Horny Boys from time to time

"Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you?/When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?"

I mean… I guess the first line more applies to Taako and Lup? "He" of course being Taako, "right beside you" being Lup in the umbrastaff, and she's lonely bc yeah, he's right there, but she can't talk to him or anything and it just must be so lonely

The second line… I guess "the [words] I wrote you" would be Lucretia and her journals, but of course no one can read them except Luc herself, so… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"'Cause I'm not fine at all"

Luc isn't fine, but she's gotta be Madam Director now, she's gotta carry the weight of the world (the moon?) and be isolated from her family, watching them from afar, and it's just gotta tear at her

"I wish that I could wake up with amnesia/And forget about the stupid little things/Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you/And the memories I never can escape"

I mean… Luc probably wishes she could forget, too, sometimes… forget the weight her family bears, what they did to this plane, this reality… but she can't, she's gotta save it now from what they did

She can't escape the memories of their century, there's remnants everywhere—from Merle's laugh and sagely advice, to the way Magnus insists on a pet and how his eyes light up when the boys are teasing someone, to Taako's teasing to hide his affection and his absurd sense of style, to Lup's umbrella, to someone's excitement of anything, reminding her of Barry, to Davenport… she can't escape her family, not when there's reminders at every turn

"The pictures that you sent me they're still living in my phone/I'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone/And all my friends keep asking why I'm not around"

The "pictures" that are "living in my phone" would be the journal entries in Luc's journals, some illustrations, too, of all the wonderful and amazing and bizarre things they've seen over their century together

The second line… of course she likes to look back, of course she feels alone - there's nothing lonelier than this, surely.

Her friends - her family - they don't really ask why she's not around, because they can't remember her. But maybe, at first, she used to "talk" to them when she was alone or feeling down, just to get herself through it all. She'd tell Magnus about her day, Barry about the plant life she'd seen, Taako and Lup about the food she'd eaten and how it compared to their own (it never did compare, not by a long shot, but there were things that she'd thought they'd like or perhaps take inspiration from, improve, whatever), Merle about the people she'd seen or met, Davenport about… well, she would've talked about the places she traveled and seen, but he was never too far away from her to begin with

"It hurts to know you're happy, yeah, it hurts that you've moved on/It's hard to hear your name when I haven't seen you in so long"

She misses her family so much, it's so hard to see them when they don't see her - they see the Director - Madam Director, the one they don't trust like they did, not their family and dear, dear journalist Lucretia

"I remember the day you told me you were leaving/I remember the make-up running down your face/And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them/Like every single wish we ever made"

"The day…you were leaving" The day that Lup disappeared with nothing but a note, promising to return and never fufilling it, not for a long, long time…

The second line I think would more apply to when Magnus found her with the voidfish, the "make-up" more being like his tears or something angsty like that

Dreams left behind… Taako, I think, and how he had to abandon his cooking show. (or maybe of doing a cooking show with Lup?). Can't really be a cooking show host if you poison your audience, now can you? Bad rep and all that. He had to abandon that. And "didn't need"… more like "couldn't have".

As for the wishes, well… perhaps the wish that they'd stop the Hunger? The wish that they could save the world below from their relics? The wish that they could all lead a normal life? Things like that, probably

"Cause I'm not fine at all/No, I'm really not fine at all/Tell me this is just a dream/'Cause I'm really not fine at all"

The ending lines… So Luc isn't ok. She misses her family, she wishes that she could just wake up and all of them would be back on the Starblaster, together and whole again, but they aren't, and she misses them so much. It's lonely, up on the moon. She must keep her distance, she has to, it's the only way.