#thank u for the ask!!!!!!!

[daily-lea-crosscode]

Lea in inscryption or something :3

HI ANON!!! sorry this took a while and if its not even accurate at all i have never played this game. i gave up on giving her stats because i dont know how they work in this game and i just looked up "inscryption human card" hoping itd work

[happy10thousandyears]

hello!! i love your art sm😭

i wanted to ask how you painted the first illustration( https://www.tumblr.com/happy10thousandyears/739288930605793280) , i have been admiring it for a few days now, i cant stop looking at it its so… wispy? like a dream! and if you can or want to i would love to learn about your process on that coloring/shading style!

Omg thank you!!! I wish I can show you a screen recording but I deleted it for that file because the whole file size got too big (100+ mbs) and the lag was insane… but I do have process!

1. Brainstorming composition. I initially wanted to draw a city wedding scene moments before they are swallowed by a tsunami so my initial draft is towards that direction.. But then I also wanted the environment to be a bit darker (cloudy skies or hanging onto the embers of sunset) and since the main component of this picture is the couple (there are very little space left to fit the tsunami/sunset/cityscape), I just scrapped the tsunami part… I really want to convey a conflict in feelings in the couple, 🔥/girl in the suit is melancholy and leaning into 🚬/the girl in the wedding dress for support, while 🚬 does not care about the end of the world! She lives in the moment in a nonchalant nihilistic way. Also I like the idea of the ‘groom’ finding support in the ‘bride’ … it’s another way to reflect 🔥 and 🚬’s younger stoic, active but doubtful protagonist/older jaded passive mentor figure (whose also dead but not really) dynamic 👍👍

2. Color draft and more finalized sketch. After I got the composition down I began figuring out the colors and finalizing the sketch especially for the buildings. I gathered a lot of references of photos and illustrations and put them on VizRef (iPad app) into a reference board to have it beside my canvas while I draw. (My face ref for 🚬/Salome/wedding dress girl is Elysia Crampton, I like her face a lot)

3. Rendering on top of the finalized sketch… just fuckin do it man… I mainly used a hard round brush for this piece and used the side sliders to control size and opacity (I like it to have size/opacity-pen pressure variations but NOT A LOT!! My hands will hurt 🤕) I switch up brushes a lot but these are the brushes I use most often for rendering in the style of this piece… 🔥 looks way more miserable than after I changed her expression …she’s like the crying cat meme 😭😭

4. Curves and gradient maps!!! Filters!! Wahoo.. After I rendered 95% of it I thought the colors are kinda too boring to look at .. so I fucked around in gradient maps layer modes and curves to try to introduce more hues to the picture… I also check the colors with a grey layer ( as u can see instead of being just monochrome on the purple/blue hues there’s yellow in the sunset/veil and pink in the faces!! Just put a grey layer on top and set the layer mode to Luminosity so every color appear at the same brightness and u can see their hue and saturation more clearly . I am very allergic to saturated colors 👴☠️. For the fourth pic I turned the saturation of the third pic way up so u can see the hue change)

and voila 🎆🎆 hope that clarifies things!!!

[player1064]

15, 55, 56, 65 💖

Fic writer ask game

15. How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

u know what. That gary/becks/carra fic I posted is the ONLY smut I've ever really written in my 10 years of writing fic.... I'm not someone who has much interest in it and I often just skim over smut scenes in fics I'm reading but at the same time I feel like it can have a really important place in stories so I've started appreciating it more these last few months. I like detail in terms of thoughts/feelings/senses more than the actual like. action of it. but again sometimes the action of it has it's place!!! idk... tldr I am Very awkward about smut dksjhgfkhdsjhg

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Obviously I'm The Gary Neville Blog and Gary is my special guy so I'll say he's my favourite BUT I do really enjoy writing Carra bc he's SO insane but in a different way to me (and I'm the same kind of insane as Gary)... but there's quite a sharp edge to him that I really enjoy writing. Side characters, I love writing Scholesy but also I neeeeed more excuses to write Jill bc I Am in love w her

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I really like my dialogue tbh like. It's my favourite part of writing and I feel like I do a good job at it... I think in conversations so it's what comes most naturally to me 😔

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

u may all have noticed that I have NOT been posting drabbles despite promising I'd return to them when the beville fic was finished.... this is bc I Unfortunately started writing two new WIPs and they're consuming my every thought.......... here r the Very basic premises for each:

Slutty Gary

AU where Roy and Wrighty are Gary's dads

[foolsocracy]

Hi, I love your art! Would you ever consider drawing the Fab Five as adults?

hell yeah

[hinamie]

I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home

[skiploom]

tumblr ate the ask before i could publish it 😭

[hiraeix]

to hold me like water,

or christ, hold me like a knife

[disgustinggf]

Is everything ok

nothing has been ok since i turned 12 but thank u for asking!

[inkskinned]

so while i was writing the book, i became violently suicidal.

this was mostly due to the fact that i had a very bad reaction to some meds and my brain stopped producing any serotonin. also i was in the last semester of grad school where it's actually illegal to feel anything but dread. so it wasn't going well.

somewhere in the fog of it i became aware i needed help. nobody was taking clients or my insurance. i didn't want to do inpatient care - it wasn't right for my needs. there's not really an "in between" stage between "inpatient" and "no care," but i was trying to do the right thing. i was trying to activate the chain of command that was my emergency plan. i knew i needed help now.

i used betterhelp.

i know, i know. i'm a straight-A student and so smart and so clever, how could i ever use something so blatantly bad. to be honest with you, i didn't feel particularly keen on it from the getgo - things that seem too good to be true usually are. also, if something online is free, the price is usually your privacy.

the thing is that there was kind of a global pandemic happening at the time and i worked 5 jobs alongside of being a fulltime student and also like writing a book on the side. it is a miracle that i even thought about getting help. i would love to tell you i had the mental wherewithal to like, process whether this was the right choice for me. mostly i was desperate. i was so suicidal that i was trying to find a reason to stay inside of fortune cookies. i was the kind of suicidal that looks like splatterpaint. i hadn't been that bad in an entire decade.

they took my data. i gave them it freely. somewhere out there, they have a dossier on me. on everything i survived. my story in little datapoints, scattergraphed beautifully.

the first woman told me that really i should be grateful, because (and this is a direct quote): "at least you're not anne frank." i said that i felt that statement was antisemitic, as anne frank's life and experience shouldn't be compared to like, a nonbinary lesbian in western massachusetts. the therapist said that i should try to use lucid dreaming to try to picture myself in an actually scary situation, like running from nazis.

i applied for another therapist. i was willing to accept the possibility that there was a bad apple in the bunch. the next therapist and i even laughed about how inappropriate that statement was. and then, in our next session: the new therapist said if i was struggling with body image issues, i should just work harder on my appearance. she spent 3 sessions in a row talking about how she was grieving, and made me memorize facts about her grandmother so "she can live on through my clients."

i am a three's-a-charm kind of person. okay, so what if the last person made me uncomfortable. i figured it was just a misunderstanding of priorities - she had felt she was sharing with me, i had felt like i had to take care of her. i applied for another therapist.

the last woman asked me to help her pray. she bowed her head. i stared at her, frozen, while she said: lord, i beg you: cure her. take the pain of being gay away from her.

i spent somewhere between 2.5 and 3 months on betterhelp. in that whole time, i was not getting the professional help i so desperately needed, even though i was fucking trying.

in the end, i survived this because i finally could get off the meds that were literally killing me. a request for a real therapist finally went through. i survived because my friends saved my life. because nick let me sob myself dry in his arms. because maddie took the razors out of my room when i asked them to. because grace slept over in my bed for like 3 weeks in a row since nobody trusted me not to hurt myself when i was alone. i survived because i got fucking lucky. because even when i was desperately suicidal, i was too old and too self-aware to take "you need to be prettier" as good advice.

the thing is that there's a 19 year old me who isn't like that. who would have heard "just think about how grateful you should be" and said - oh, i see. i would have assumed that is what it means to be in therapy: the same thing my abusers used to tell me. that i am just pretending and lazy. that i am ugly and unworthy.

betterhelp positioned itself to take advantage of an incredibly vulnerable community. it preys on desperation. it knows it is serving people who are not doing well mentally. it saw that there is a huge need for real, immediate, compassionate mental health care: and then it fucking takes your money and privacy.

i still get their ads on instagram. last night i watched as a woman in a pool pretends to talk to a different woman. they discuss her anxiety.

there's a 19 year old version of me, and she didn't survive this. she was too tired, and drowning. i almost fucking died. this thing almost fucking killed me.

in the ad, the woman playing the therapist takes a note on a clipboard and then nods once, sagely.

i have to admit it's a pretty scene. the steam and light coming off the pool water lands on the actresses. like this, it almost looks baptismal, holy.

[imissthestarswhenicry]

whos he texting?🤨

[earthtooz]

earth do you have any spare alhaitham thoughts 🥺 thinking ab him a little extra hard tonight 😵

nothing but fluff, reader and al-haitham are engaged, so much banter.

"What do you think about inviting Nahida to our wedding?"

Al-Haitham looks at you incredulously, blinking slowly to register your question. You know a lengthy discussion is imminent when he uncrosses his leg, a habit of his whenever he needs to prepare for a conversation that requires most of his attention.

"You don't mean Lesser Lord Kusanali, do you?" He asks and you nod, as if it is typical to invite a god to one's wedding. "Dear, do you understand what you are asking right now?"

"I do," you sit down beside him, Zaytun peach in one hand and a small knife in the other, cutting up slices that you feed him.

"Then do you realise how ludicrous your question is?"

"I think you are overcomplicating it."

His book snaps shut. "Am I? Or is it appropriate because you just suggested inviting an archon to our very ordinary wedding?"

"You still think you're ordinary after overthrowing a corrupt government and being promoted by said archon?"

"You're crazy," Al-Haitham murmurs, shaking his head with an affectionate smile, one that he always likes to conceal by pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You poke his side gently. "Then we are cut from the same cloth."

"That does not diminish your madness."

Still, you persist. "Well, you haven't said anything in response to my suggestion."

"I called you crazy."

"You haven't said anything I want to hear."

Once again, he sighs, but the noise is too airy to hold any true malice. "Even if I reject your idea, you would personally go to the Sanctuary of Surasthana and deliver the invite yourself."

Instead of answering, you merely feed him another slice of the Zaytun peach, smile growing more and more mischievous.

There is a reason Al-Haitham wants to spend the rest of his life with you. The bouts of delightful juvenility paints endless blotches of colour on his plain canvas, carving a certain feeling of warmth and admiration in his chest that no one else has managed to recreate.

No one compares to you, and he's certain no one ever will because even after all these years of knowing and loving you, every moment he spends with you is as priceless as divine knowledge. Even when you ask ridiculous questions that perplex him greatly.

"How do you even deliver messages to the Sanctuary of Surasthana?" You wonder.

A kiss to your temple halts your thinking. "Let's find out another time. How did this idea of inviting Nahida spring about?"

You shrug. "I was merely thinking back. She's always been so thoughtful and kind to her subjects, even when the Akademiya hid her from us. Then the idea of inviting her made itself quite at home."

"I see," he hums. "Ever so thoughtful."

"Maybe it's a good omen for our partnership to invite an archon. She won't have to bring a present, her presence alone is enough."

Al-Haitham huffs. "My faith in our relationship exceeds that of a good omen, but I agree."

"Aww, you love me that much?"

"Do you still doubt me?"

"Still?" You parrot. "Darling, I've never doubted you."

"I'd like to contest that. Remember when you were vehemently against me resigning as the Acting Grand Sage?"

You feed him another slice. "It gave me bragging rights! Who else could claim that their hot boyfriend-now-fiancé was the Grand Sage?"

"So you prefer when I'm away at the Akademiya working tirelessly from dawn to dusk?"

"Well, no," you set the knife and pit of the peach down before throwing your arms around his neck, pressing yourself close to him. "I prefer having you all to myself."

Al-Haitham huffs triumphantly and you stay pressed close to him for a while, watching as he returns to his novel. He flips back to his exact page despite the lack of a bookmark.

"I'll be sure to send the invite to Nahida tomorrow."

"Alright."

Two days later, you wake to a message written in beautifully precise handwriting on Al-Haitham's blackboard.

'Can Wanderer be invited too? - Nahida'

© EARTHTOOZ 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[jesuistrestriste]

art is the MESSIEST kisser ever like if u make out his spit is literally everywhere. like he'll kiss u on the mouth then keep on kissing ur neck but w the wettest kisses ever. and i JUST KNOW he def drools. like when u give him head and his head is resting against a pillow, he's so lost in it that he can't even think. like the only thing he can do anymore is whimper and moan like a little bitch. and when u look at him u see him drooling all over the pillow😭

art donaldson has a messy mouth. he drools when it feels too good, he kisses with almost too much tongue when he's desperate, and his warm, eager lips are always on your skin whenever he gets a chance to touch you properly.

he practically salivates like a thirsty puppy on a hot day. it pools under his tongue whenever he catches a glimpse of the more intimate areas of your soft skin; the nape of your neck, your stomach, your inner thighs. and he has to try desperately to swallow it down when you two are in public and he can't get his lips on you.

the first time you and art made out, it was very sloppy. you thought this mightve been a result of minor inexperience on his part, or nervousness, or excitement, so you let it happen. you let him moan into your open mouth and grab at your shirt while he slid his pink tongue over yours. you let his sticky saliva mix with yours as your mouths mashed together. you let him kiss you and kiss you and kiss you until he came in his pants.

the whole ordeal lasted about 7 minutes.

after that, you had assumed that—in time—he'd get more reserved with his mouth as you two continued to be intimate.

but this didn't happen.

if anything, he only got more comfortable with you, and thus only became more orally-fixated and messy with his mouth.

he liked to suck on your fingers during sex.

he liked to slather your arousal with his spit when he went down on you.

he liked to kiss you wetly all over your body before bed.

he liked yearned for it all.

when you'd give him head, your slick lips bobbing over his tip and swallowing salty dribbles of precome, he'd drool all over whatever was near his mouth. it was just too hard to focus on not drooling when the warmth of your tongue got him close so fast. his eyes would get lidded and his knees would grow weak and his mind would turn to mush the second you started to blow him. sometimes you'd have to hold his hips to keep him steady. he was very predictable.

one thing you two like to do together is have art get on all fours on the bed, knees spread apart with his cock hard and hanging between his thighs. his hands will go up and squeeze onto the pillows as he lowers his head and lets you jerk him off.

it’s kinda demeaning, in a way; being milked like a cow.

but you like doing it to him, and he likes whatever you like, so he loves this.

when your hand starts to stroke his cock, strings of pre leaking from his slit, his arms will usually start to shake. it'll start at his shoulders, and then go down to his elbows, and then end when his wrists can't hold him up anymore. he'll let himself collapse down onto the cushions without more than a whine of protest and a renewed tint of pink across the bridge of his nose. his head will lay on one side of his face, his lips parted to let out whimpers and whines as his hips jolt, and then it’ll start.

he’ll drool.

all over.

down the side of his face, over his bottom lip, down his chin. it all happens depending on how his head is positioned. but he always, always, always slobbers on the pillow a little.

just as his eyes start to roll back, and his pelvis starts to shallowly move to thrust his cock into your moving grasp, his sweet and sticky saliva will dribble down his face someway and soak into the pillowcase.

he can't help it.

because, again, you make it hard to pay attention to anything other than how good you make his dick feel. it throbs in your hand.

when you catch a glimpse of his drooling, you usually smile and speed up your touch.

"Art, baby-" you'll coo to him, "drooling."

and he'll know right away what you mean.

"Anghh— feel s'good, s'good— 'm sorry, 'm sorry," he'll inevitably slur.

he'll try to wipe it with the back of his hand, but he's usually shaking too much for that to do much of anything. it more just smears the transparent fluid across his flushed face.

slurp. wipe. whimper.

a few more strokes of your hand, and a thumb pressed right under his cockhead, is all he needs to let go after that point.

his eyes will roll back as he cries out and bucks into your fist, shooting and coating the bedding underneath with his load. he'll tremble and whine until his hands grasping at the sheets below have the instinct to fly between his legs and stop the overstimulation. you generally let up soon after he makes that known.

after you clean him up and ease him into bed, he'll make sure to kiss you goodnight. and it's messy and needy and a little bit too much, but you let him do it anyways. he's eager to please, and he's eager to show you how much he appreciates the way you take care of him. he’s just eager.

maybe one day you'll get sick of how much tongue he uses when he kisses, but you doubt it. it’s just so perfectly him.

[stealingpotatoes]

Ok but since you watched the acolyte, imagine Anakin going through the jedi archíves and finding the records of what happened in the acolyte and his only conclusion being "The Force really is a jerk of a parent. i have half sisters and didn't even bother to tell me"

LOL omg can you imagine that meeting though

[dmsr-art]

i wish alecto fucked gideon so she can be like ms earth i'm sorry i wasn't familiar with your game

[smthaboutuss]

Some V doodls, they make me feel fuzzy like an electrically charged balloon..

First pic was for u anon, I imagine Vel is kinda protective of him lol!

[rombitzy]

catoru!!