#that anatomy and skull and colors and

[geuretea]

Doing my Star Wars-obsessed past self a favor

[sleepyyghostt]

skele-FUN!

[snickersnaps]

Skull studies for class

[lillyosaurus]

WE WENT THE TWO OF US INTO

THE WOODS BEHIND THE LITTLE SCHOOL

YET IM STILL BURIED IN THE MUD.

SKIN AND BONES AND BRAINS AND BLOOD.

[sublimegraphics]

I started watching The Batman animated series and Ben 10 Alien Force. Getting back to my kid action show era

[nerosdayinanime]

trying to figure out how to draw na'vi

[neon-psychopomp]

Bringing back the colored pencils

[gnaga37]

i wanna see diy evil arc art 👉👈

hehehe :3 such a nice ask gets silly sketch from last night :]

[sacabambaspis-fan]

Forgot to post the first one but completed my 2nd drawing of the week along with some anatomy practice (Censored because i dont want to test my luck on here) Both the final drawings use prismacolor premier pencils and the anatomy sketch page is just mechanical pencil, using references from sketchdaily

[ourartplace]

My new skull drawing, i tried to copy the technique of old master in Renaissance using white, sanguine and black color to create color harmony.

What do you guys think, any suggest to make this better? 🤔

[nova-is-in-your-attic]

<3

[designiland]

The Cat Skull with Mushrooms is a captivating and unique illustration featuring a stylized feline skull adorned with an array of mushrooms 😺💀🍄

[dejwrldarchived]

⤷‧₊˚ hiromi higuruma helps his bratty sub study for her bar exam.

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — black reader with descriptors, female anatomy described, her/she pronouns, usage of y/n, reader is a law student, mentions of reader being the child of a judge, mentions of law, dom!hiromi, sub!reader, reader described to be very feminine and bratty, no cursed au, dom x sub dynamic, usage of toys (vibrating panties), oral (reader receiving), pet names (good girl, doll), mentions of pubes, praise kink (academical), bonus after care scene, written in third pov (hiromi’s), mdni

sticky note from deja — sometimes i think about dom hiromi higuruma and just sigh happily.

Hiromi passed his bar exam with flying colors. He didn’t do study groups. Simply studied alone and prioritized his time to balance being a law clerk, studying, and socializing to ensure a law firm hired him. But this woman didn’t do any of that and frankly, he was even shocked that she still wanted to pursue law at all. She graduated from law school with a high GPA, and wonderful recommendations from amazing professors, and her father was a prominent judge. Many can assume that her pretty looks and her legacy surname got her where she is today, but Hiromi has observed her in her element and when she was in her element she was a beast. 

So the older lawyer had no clue why she came to him with law books in her arm, her tote bag slung on her shoulders—tight coils sprawled on her head like a crown, and a tight suede tracksuit on as if she was stepping into her law class. But of course, when she had a problem, she came to him. When she needed a quick nut, she came to him. Needing someone to vent about when it came to her class rival, she came to him. Now it seemed she needed help studying for the exam and who did she come to, him.

But as an hour and thirty minutes went by, the young woman was not soaking up the information that Hiromi was going over. His eyes bored into the notebook, flashcards, and textbooks scattered across his desk. She watches as she twirls her pink pen around her fingers reading over the notes she jolted down, but he can just tell by the crinkle of her eyebrows that the information wasn’t going through that thick skull of hers. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe she knew the information because she did. But he doubted she’d remember it for the exam. He leaned back into his comfortable black desk chair trying to rack his brain with a better studying technique before eventually he got an idea. An imaginary light bulb lit up over the top of the lawyer’s head.

“I think I have an idea.” He spoke out, causing her to stop her highlighting—which he was hoping she would do because the scent of the highlighter was already giving him a headache simply because she just had to have scented ones. 

This one smells like strawberries, smell it? Those were her exact words forty-five minutes ago as he was going over some laws on family laws. 

“Will it help me feel like the information I’m consuming is sticking and staying in my brain?” 

“Possibly,” was the only thing Hiromi answered before pulling himself out of his seat and disappearing from his office.

It was three things the woman that sat across from him enjoyed. Shopping, her father’s credit card, and sexual pleasure. If Hiromi had any more knowledge of psychology, he would have labeled Y/N as a nymphomaniac. 

When returned with the red velvet box, he sat the box on the table and she perked up happily, possibly thinking that this was a sparkly diamond necklace for her. 

“A gift? Aw, this definitely will help.” Her plush glossed lips spread into a smile. She claps her hands together in excitement sitting up in the chair. 

“It’s not a necklace, doll.” He points out. She opened the box revealing the black lace underwear that had a vibrator inside of them. 

He was going to use these at their anniversary dinner as a sub and dog duo, but he guessed he had to come up with another idea to make their dinner interesting. His gloomy eyes watched as her eyes lit up like fuckin’ fireworks. His assumption was right. He watches as she simply stands up ready to remove her underwear eagerly.

“I do think a quick sex session will help me focus a bit more. This is why I came to you. At first, I was going to join that one guy who knows Nanami's study group, but in my mind—I just knew you would have a better study idea.” She giggled as her hand went to untie her tracksuit bottoms to change into the other panties.

“No, we’re not doing that. Put the panties on and sit back down.” He scattered around his desk to give her time to change into the vibrating panties. 

He thought she was going to argue against what he said, but she didn’t. As quiet as can be, she’s shuffling to remove her underwear and replace it with the sexual treat that Hiromi graced upon her. While she changed, Hiromi was looking for the notebook that he used when he was studying for his bar exam. He knew it had a bunch of mock bar exam questions on there and thought they would help. When he found the book, he walked back to his desk and Y/N sat patiently waiting for him, she went back to reading her textbook without a care. 

Hiromi removed the box from the table, placing it on the ledge behind him after he grabbed the remote. He slammed the notebook on the table that looked like it’s been through centuries of war. He liked keeping it because it showed how far he had come from a law student to one of the best lawyers in the city. He skimmed through the pages before finding a page he wanted to start on. 

“A defendant is being prosecuted for conspiracy to possess methamphetamine with intent to distribute. At trial, the government seeks to have its agent testify to a conversation that he overheard between the defendant and a co-conspirator regarding the incoming shipment of a large quantity of methamphetamine. That conversation was also audiotaped, though critical portions of it are inaudible. The defendant objects to the testimony of the agent on the ground that it is not the best evidence of the conversation.” He pauses briefly to look at Y/N across from him. “Is the testimony of the agent admissible?” 

He watches as she brings her French tip manicured finger to her chin to think. He had a feeling she knew the answer, she told him about the paper she had done about admissible evidence. But as he watches her shoulders go upward and downward in an ‘I don’t know’ manner, Hiromi lets out a sigh before pressing the remote. The silence in his office was disrupted by the sound of the vibration. He watches as she jerks forward provocatively. He leans back in his seat.

“You know the answer to this, stop being a smart ass.” Hiromi’s slender fingers toyed with the small remote watching as she was withering forward in attempting to mask her moan.

“It’ll be admissible,” She breathes out. 

“Why?” Hiromi asked. 

For a quick second, he can see a glint of sexual frustration in her eyes. This was the first sexual encounter in a while due to him restricting them from it. He had a huge case coming up and she had to study for the bar exam. Sex would cloud their judgment on the tasks they had to do. 

“The best evidence rule does not require proof of the conversation through the audiotape.” 

He presses the button on the remote making the vibrator stop. “Good girl. I knew you knew that.” His lips crack a smile and he watches as she recomposes herself. 

“Next question.” Hiromi flips through the pages in his notebook. “Hypothetically thinking, say a person broke into a closed building to solely seek refuge due to a snowstorm. Can this person be convicted of burglary if that’s her defense?” His fingers were itching to press the button, but he had to hear her answer first.

“No.” 

“Why? Come on baby, you know they’re going to ask why?” 

“I’m not sure, let me think.” 

It didn’t take long before Hiromi pressed the button. Her moans echoed within the study while clasping her thighs closed to engulf the sudden vibration from the panties she wore. She falls back into the seat across from him and her body arches off of it briefly before she’s finally croaking out an explanation. 

“Burglary requires the intent to commit a crime upon entering a building and seeking shelter from a storm is not a criminal act. So, this hypothetical person can validate her claim.” 

“That’s right. You’re doing amazing with these questions. Just need it to stick in your brain, that’s all.” He reassures Y/N with a smile.

The quizzing went on for about thirty minutes, but Hiromi had lost track of time when he felt how tight his cock felt in his slacks. He was sure she had orgasmed multiple times from the vibrating panties just by the way her eyes drooped, her body slouching in the leather seat she was in, and the fact that he could see her hardened nipples through the sports bra after she had unzipped the hoodie of her tracksuit. She had this tendency where if he wasn’t touching her during little sessions, she had to touch herself. Which she did, right across from him—each time he flicked the remove on causing the vibrating on her pussy, she'd pinch her marbled nipples while uttering out a response to a random law question. 

“I think you deserve a break for today. You still have the weekend to study,” He pointed out as he tossed the remote back into its box. “Come here.” 

She’s hesitant at first and Hiromi can tell just by the way her lips part to argue and her eyebrows frown together. She wasn’t sure if she should cave and come forward or stay put just to feel the vibrating in between her thighs again. She knew that he knew she always defied him in some way just to get a rise out of him, but today—it seems her head was screwed on right. After all, Hiromi didn’t have to help Y/N study. Helping her study wasn’t a part of the contract, but he did—in such an odd sexy manner that caused her to be soaked between her thighs. 

As she tiptoed around the wooden desk, she was peeling off her clothes so provocatively that Hiromi couldn’t help but swallow the harsh knot that formed in his throat. He couldn’t wait for himself to be buried so far in between her sumptuous thighs that the only thing he could smell on his top lip was her essence. Hiromi spread his muscular thighs so that she could take place between them—looking down at him like she was Aphrodite and he was a man that she had just placed under a spell due to her elegance. His hand grabs her waist letting his hands caress every bump and curve of her body that he was obsessed with. From the stretch marks that decorate her mahogany skin to the small mole that was right near her belly button. 

“You drive me fuckin’ insane,” Hiromi finds himself saying. His dark eyes scan at how her lips spread into a grin. 

He grabs her, placing her on his desk without a sweat. The sound of textbooks and notebooks echoed through the office as he pulled himself further under the table. Her legs gaped so provocatively that in Hiromi’s mind, the Lady Justice statue on the shelf on his left probably wanted to clutch her pearls. Hiromi placed subtle kisses on her legs starting from her ankle which was decorated bejeweled with a diamond anklet. 

“You’re stalling. You know how much I want you right now, and you’re stalling.” The law student breathes as she leans back on the weight of her arms. 

Hiromi watches as her chest begins to rise rapidly with each kiss growing closer to her pussy. Her words went into one ear and out the other for the lawyer and when he was finally face to face with what his mouth salivated for, his eyes met with hers. Her eyes were pleading for something. A kiss. A nibble. A lick. Hell, even a blow. Anything to soothe the aching feeling on her clit. Y/N’s hand went down to palm at the wetness in between her thighs, so eager and impatient—but the stern lawyer stopped her. 

“Don’t fucking touch yourself, Y/N.” He commands. 

And there goes the tone she was longing for. Oh, that authoritarian tone that made her pussy clench when he used it. She relaxes under his touch and lets him do his work. “If you’re going to take so long, I might as well finish off by myself.” Y/N comments. 

“You talk so much, do you love hearing yourself talk?” 

“And you are doing so much talking for a man whose mouth should be stuffed with my pus—”

Her words were interrupted by the feeling of Hiromi’s tongue dragging upon her panties. He pulled them to the side swiftly and finally was granted what he wanted all along. The flat of his tongue licks up her pussy lips collecting her juices like a man that was deprived of water for days. He moans at the taste of her and his hands grab at her waist to pull her closer. His eyes flutter close as he’s lapping at her puffy pussy lips at the sound of her moans. Her fingers entangled in his hair as her hips grind against his face. She wasn’t sure what was turning her on more. The way his face was buried into her pussy or how attractive it looked as his nose was nuzzling against her pubes. 

“Fuck.” She moans out, her toes curling at the feeling of his tongue flicking her clit. 

Hiromi detaches himself from her briefly, peppering soft kisses on her trembling thighs before devouring her whole again. The thing about Hiromi is that he knew how her body would react to certain things. He knew how her pussy clenched around his cock when he gave her neck a little squeeze. He knew that she was in between a squirter and creamer depending on the task. Squirting when he’s fingering her with a vibrator practically glued upon her clit. Creamer when he’s forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her after begging him to cum inside her (but to Hiromi, having his cum inside her is merely a privilege). So of course, he knew using his tongue to trace alongside the drooling entrance of her pussy was going to have her pushing herself forward for more. The mere feeling of his tongue invading her in such a manner that had her a trembling and whimpering mess was something Hiromi knew about her. 

Hiromi lets out a moan at how good she tastes. The taste of Y/N has graced his tongue countless times and he still ate her out as if it was the best meal he has tasted. With each squirm in his arms, he’s flicking his tongue slower on her clit. With each moan of his name that slips by her plush lips, he’s granting her more licks and sucks. He wanted to see her come undone right here. He could feel it just by the way her thighs were poorly attempting to entrap his head by shutting them. 

He lets out an annoyed sigh after he removes himself from her pussy, “Do you want to cum, Y/N?” 

“I do. I want to cum.” She whines.

“Then fuckin’ act like it.” 

Y/N obediently nods, her snarky comment jammed into her throat before she let Hiromi spread her thighs even wider than what they were before. Her clit throbbing to be in his mouth again and he graciously granted her wish. Like a deprived man, Hiromi snuggled his nose back into her pubes as if he belonged there. Y/N was aware that Hiromi knew she was about to cum. He had this tendency to hold onto her as if she would turn into dust in his arms—as if he didn’t want to let her go. That’s what he was currently doing as her orgasm was spilling over. One hand gripping her in place (that she knew would leave a bruise) and the other palming his hardened cock through his pants.

Just with the flick of his tongue, an explosive feeling causes Y/N to let out a dragged-out moan. Her back lays back on the desk as Hiromi’s tongue helps her ride out the orgasm. Her French pedicured toes curl at the feeling of that fiery pit in her stomach shattering so intensely it brought tears to her eyes. Her fingers tugged at his black strands of hair as if they were a handle holding her up from falling. When she heard him remove himself from her with a pop, Hiromi leaned back in his seat with a huge satisfied grin on his face.

After Y/N came down from the euphoria of cumming in Hiromi’s mouth, she sat up on her elbows with a pleased look on her face. She knew after any sexual intercourse with the high-profile lawyer, he just had to include aftercare in the special package. He may have gotten off at the thought of seeing her tied up with rope, handcuffed to his headboard, or mouth gagged with his cock—but he was very serious when it came to aftercare. The two soon settled for a bath to end the evening. The warmth of the water engulfed their bodies as they were in the large bathtub filled with scented soap and rose petals. Hiromi’s head fell back to be met with the marbled tile and he let out a relaxing sigh, the scent of Y/N lingering on his upper lip and tongue. 

“I have a confession to make..” Y/N leans further back on him, relaxing under the warmth of both the water and Hiromi’s body. 

“Hm.” He hums lightly letting his eyes flutter back open.

“I’m actually well prepared for the bar exam. Took a practice bar exam a week ago and according to my professor—if it was the real one, I would have passed.” She happily sighs letting her fingers play with the bubbles in the tub. 

“What?” Hiromi glares at the back of her head with a displeased look.

“I woke up this morning with a student and tutor sex fantasy, silly.” 

“You will be the death of me.” 

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thanks for reading. <3

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Upon His Throne (Thranduil x Fem!Reader)

Summary - Fed up with being ignored, you decide to show the elven king what he has been missing upon his most frequent spot.

Warnings - Smut, language, mention of scars, female reader, afab reader, female genitalia, masturbation (female), praise kink, degradation, bodily fluids, voyeurism (?), slight dom!Thranduil, nicknames (reader mainly), slapping, choking.

Pronouns & POV - She/her, third-person-ish

Word Count - 2,400+

A/N - I apologize for any anatomy or grammar mistakes or if any parts appear forced, I vividly remember having bad writers block when making this. This is pure NSFW so...NSFW under the cut!

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The heavenly harmony of your melodic gasps accompanied with the soft squelch from the fingers between your legs bounced across each marble pillar before catching the king's sensitive ears, his burning gaze glued upon your heavenly form as your head tilted back against the rough wood.

The lids of your jewel-colored eyes hugged each other snuggly as a familiar tingle graced the tips of your toes as your fingers continued to delve deep within you. A magnificent sight the elven king had witnessed many times before yet each time appeared to be more beautiful within his pale sapphire orbs, the corners of your plump lips curving upwards in a mischievous smile whilst you slowly dragged your fingers out of your soaking cunt.

A low disappointed groan escaped the king's lips as his gaze shifted rapidly between your dripping cunt and glistening fingers, his heart racing faster than his elk on any battlefield before while his mind quickly caught up in pace. Thoughts of tossing you over the edge of his throne and relieving his throbbing cock within you seemed far too alluring to him yet you wouldn't allow him within a foot of you, how cruel.

"Is there an issue, your highness?" The sight of your pursed lips accompanied by the innocent fluttering of your lashes nearly broke the stoic king, the possible continuation of your little show being the only thing that restrained the king from acting upon his lust-driven thoughts.

"Do not play coy with me, pet." The low snarl passed through gritted teeth, his sapphire eyes hardening as the fabric in front of his trousers grew tighter. The restraint against his throbbing cock a painful reminder of his recent neglect towards you, how foolish he was with the belief you would simply forgive and forget.

"Am I? I do not know what you speak of, your highness." The purr of his title earned yet another snarl from the royal's lips, the mischievous smile glued upon your lips as you leaned your head back against the sturdy throne yet again. A pleased sigh escaped your lips as you began the slow movements within you, curling your fingers up against your walls with each thrust of your hand.

The weak grip which anchored you into this reality began to fade away as previous images of nights spent with your elven lover began to drip back into your mind.

The smooth silk beneath you tangled within your grasp as your lover pushed within you, the gentle stretch of his cock deep within your walls made your eyes loop upwards towards the back of your skull, a heavenly look that fueled the burning fire of lust within your lover's belly.

" You take me so well, pet ." The low praise against your neck forced a soft whimper out of your plump lips. The tips of your lover's fingers softly kissing each scar they passed on their trail down towards your aching cunt, low snarls of displeasure occasionally slipping through his thin lips as the number of scars your heavenly flesh held sunk into his mind.

The overwhelming stretch of his throbbing cock deep within your cunt began to ease as his hips inched away from yours, a whimper escaped your lips at the loss of fullness within your drenched cunt. " Patience, pet ." The soft tickle of his lips upon the crook of your neck sent a shiver down your spine.

The sudden pressure of his throbbing cock striking your core made your body jolt slightly, your grip against the smooth silk beneath you tightening further as your lover wasted no time carving himself into your drenched core.

The melody of your mewls and moans accompanied the slap of his skin against yours throughout his chambers. "You need to be quiet, pet , or would you like all Mirkwood to know how your king uses you?" Despite the king's warnings, the quickness of his hips did not stall, each thrust further carving his enlarged cock deeper into the most sensitive spot of your core.

The tight grasp you held upon the smooth silk sheets beneath you slowly loosened, your upper teeth sinking into your lower lip while one hand began to trail down towards your face. Each snap of your lover's hips against yours momentarily stalling your hand's movements.

"Ah, ah, ah." The disappointed clicks of the elven king's tongue froze your entirety, his hips stalling against yours allowing you to feel the true stretch of his hardened cock deep within you, a heavenly sting one that left a lingering reminder that you were his and would only be his .

"I did not say you could cover your mouth, did I?" The speed at which you shook your head no brought a grin upon the king's face, the bed softly creaking under him as he rose from your neck. The next moments a blur as his warm palm encased both wrists above your head, the snapping of his hips against your quickly refilling the room.

The speed of your fingers quickening to a pace similar to the one in your memories, the tips of your fingers grazed upon the most sensitive spot deep within your core while your mind began to fade onto another memory of a less so secret rendezvous with your stubborn lover.

The once silent woods were filled by the echoes of your moans, your nails clawing down upon the rough grass beneath you as your lover's hips snapped against yours. The gentle pressure of your lover's soft hand encased your neck occasionally tightening as his thrusts grew harsher, each soft squeeze earned a different squeeze from deep within you.

" Fuck ." The king groaned out at the sensation of our drenched inner walls tightening around his throbbing cock, the pressure around your neck momentarily tightened as his head fell tilted backward, the lids of his pale sapphire eyes fluttering shut as the motion of his hips began to slow.

Each throb and slow yet hard thrust ringing throughout your core, the slow sting of each motion sending an all too familiar tingle throughout your body. The possibility of being caught in such a lewd position with the king after days of being apart furthering the sensitivity of your drenched core.

The speed of your sloppy motions making your hand burn and your fingers tingle, slight numbness spreading throughout your hand at the fast-paced movements yet not stalling as you continuously reached the most aching part within your core, the loudness of your moans going unnoticed to you as you continued to pull yourself further down the tunnel of bliss.

The lustful king's pale sapphire orbs burning into your heavenly figure soaking in every small tremble and blissful expression your body had to offer, the restraint of the luxurious fabric against his throbbing cock more torturous than any plan you held within your lust drunk mind.

The pace of your lover's hips began to quicken yet the pressure of his grasp around your neck stayed the same. "You take me so well, pet ." The soft encouragement from your lover nudging you closer towards the abyss of pleasure, each animalistic thrust into your aching core forcing your legs to tremble around his sturdy waist.

Each rough thrust forcing a higher pitched moan from your gaping mouth, the loud squelches from your drenched cunt accompanying the glorious sound of skin slapping against each other, a perfect harmony which would forever be burned into the king's mind for the nights you would not be there.

"Such a good girl." The word slipping out of his lips as a chuckle, his grip upon your throat loosening allowing his hand to gently glide down your torso leaving faint goosebumps in their place. Despite his

"You look so pretty fucking yourself to the sheer thought of me." The sudden vibrations of your lover's low purr against your neck furthered the trembles which wracked throughout your core, the speed of your chest rising and falling quickened as your mouth opened only to allow yet another pathetic moan to slip out.

Your toes began to curl as a familiar tingle spread up from your toes, the knot within your stomach beginning to tighten at each sloppy movement of your fingers. The weight of your skull resting upon your lover's throne, the flesh of your cheek squishing onto the rough wood barely feeling any sensation other than the heat which spread throughout your entirety.

"You better not fucking cum till I say you can." The low hiss of your lover almost missed your ears, the speed of your hand changing constantly as your muscles grew tired. Fingers curling upwards into the most pleasurable spot you could find within you, mouth agape as you allowed yourself to sink further down the rabbit hole of pleasure.

The faint burn of his nails breaking the flesh of your thighs waltzed with the stinging stretch of your lover's enlarged cock deep within your soaked walls, your eyes looping up towards the back of your skull as each animalistic spot struck lightning deep within your aching core.

The smooth tips of his slender fingers toying with the sensitive bundle of nerves as his thrusts grew sloppier, the small circles sending faint shivers throughout your body as the knot within the pit of your stomach tightened together.

A harmony of low snarls and higher-pitched moans accompanied the sound of skin slapping against each other throughout the guarded halls, the speed of your lover's thrust reigniting a burn within his hips which he paid no mind as the heavenly tune of your pathetic mewls and clenching around his cock drug him down his most primal state of mind.

All thoughts which had previously roamed your lover's mind completely wiped as the sight of your lust-stricken form overtook both his view and mind.

The bouncing of your flesh with each thrust he made, the way your hands clawed at the ground beneath you as his hips slammed into yours, the way the lids of your eyes would nearly flutter shut as he hit that spot within you, and the way his name was the only word you could form upon your lips.

An all too familiar sight which filled his view now, all annoyance from his previous duties entirely erased as ideas of what he could do to you after your little show was finished roamed his mind. Those thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he watched your body suddenly freeze, the speed of your fingers slowing deep within you as small trembles wracked throughout your body.

His name was an endless prayer upon your lips, nails digging within his toned flesh while the lids of your jewel-colored eyes fluttered shut, small trembles still ringing throughout your body as you attempted to soothe your quick breath. "Aww, did my dumb little pet cum?" The blur of your hair bobbing brought a smirk upon his thin lips, though he was displeased with you not following his command, he knew he would make you repay him by making your head bob differently.

The boom of his hand coming down against your clit bounced throughout the marble-adorned halls, a wave of electricity shot throughout your body as pure fire flooded your veins, your body jolting forwards at the sudden contact against your sensitive clit.

"Such a shame and we were having such a fun time too." The elven king tsked, another boom of his hand coming down upon your aching clit echoed off of the marbled halls accompanied with your pathetic yelps. "Count, slut." The hiss of a command a simple one, one simple enough for your lust-filled mind to comply with

Each slap against the sensitive bundle of nerves earning both a whimper and a number whilst you silently prayed to the gods for this torture to end. By the grace of the gods or the pure sensitivity from your previous orgasms, each harsh slap quickly reignited the small flame within the pit of your stomach.

The harsh contact of his soft palm against your sensitive clit quickly nudged you closer to that pleasurable abyss, your feet hanging over the edge, nails piercing his toned flesh as you were nearly about to drop when his slender palm slid away from your aching cunt. A pathetic whine slipping through your plump lips as the lids of your gemstone-colored orbs flew open, a wave of annoyance spreading upon your face while your eyes burned holes into your elven lover.

"Why did you stop?" The pathetic whine was music to his sensitive ears, the corners of his thin lips curving upwards into a wicked grin while he inched away from his throne. "You said it yourself, my stars. No touching." Words you had spoken earlier with the utmost confidence returned to haunt you through his soft lips, lips you would prefer on your own if not for your idiotic rule.

"Though, I suppose I could give my aid if my pet is truly so desperate." The low purr sent another low shiver down your spine, your head quickly bobbing at his suggestion. Though you enjoyed your game along with memories of your previous rendezvous, you needed him now.

The sudden weight of the king's fur brought feeling back into your body, small tingles still roaming underneath your flesh as your lust glazed eyes slowly met his. His slender hands making themselves busy as he wrapped your bare form within his furs, his scent still lingering within them. A scent of the pine trees deep within Mirkwood's forest, soft musk of tobacco of which he would occasionally partake in, and a soft twinge of lavender.

"Go to my chambers, keep your legs spread wide upon my bed until I arrive." The whisper sent a wave of excitement down your spine, the lustful flame within your belly growing into a raging fire. "No touching or else." The soft clicks of his covered feet barely catching your ear as his low purr ringed throughout your mind, possibilities of what your lover had in store nearly overwhelming your broken mind.

"Now." The simple word springing you onto your feet, your legs trembling beneath your weight at the sudden movements before you slowly stumbled down the rickety stairs, silently cursing that your lover had not put a safety rail in for some odd reason.

The marbled halls now filled with the faint pat of your bare feet hitting the cold ground beneath you, the warmth beneath your cheeks far enough to distract from the faint chill under the heavy furs as excitement coursed through your veins with each quick step you took towards the king's chambers.

Though once the woodland halls were silent, they were far from such that very night as your lover ensured his previous neglect would no longer be an issue...for another week or so.

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[cereovo]

A set of very conceptual notes I drafted a while back for someone asking for advice on learning to draw humans. I'm entirely self-taught so this is less of a tutorial and more of a very rambling set of general principles I follow and ideas that helped while I was learning. I figured I'd post it in case anyone else could get use out of it!

I also recommend checking out:

Drawing East Asian Faces by Chuwenjie

How to Think When you Draw (lots of good tutorials in this series)

Pose reference sites such as Adorkastock

Transcript and some elaboration under the cut:

Img 1 - Drawing a face

The two most important elements (at least for me) when drawing a face are the outline of the cheek/jaw and the nose*. I often start with a circle to indicate the round part of the skull, then add a straight like and a 'V' to one side [to create the side of the face and the jaw]. The nose creates an easy template for the rest of the face's features to follow (eyebrows at the top of the nose bridge, eyes towards the center of the bridge, ear lines up to eye) and the placement/direction and overlap with other features is a very simple way to indicate dimension. [A sketch of a face that has been adjusted by moving its parts to create 3 different angles. The following text is underneath:] -Different 3/4th views can be created just by adjusting the position of and amount of overlap between the facial features. - The top of the ear usually lines up with the corner of the eye. Think of how glasses are designed [specifically, how the arms run from the eyeline to the ear] [I go on a tangent in these next few paragraphs] *One thing I see many artists do - not just beginners - is learn how to draw A Person. As in, one singular person with one set of bodily proportions and one set of facial features. It's an issue that runs a bit deeper than 'same face syndrome' because sometimes these artists can draw more than one face, they're just not very representative of [the diversity present across] real people. Part of the reason I'm talking more about how to think about approaches to drawing - rather than showing specific how-to's - is because there is no one correct or right way to draw a person. The sooner you allow yourself to explore variety - fat people, old people, people of color, people with [conventionally] 'unattractive' features - the easier it'll be! Artists often draw their own features honestly and without [harmful] caricature, so it's always a good idea to look at art made by the kinds of people you're trying to draw if you're ever unsure about how to handle something. In general, it's far more important to learn how to interpret a variety of forms than to learn how to replicate the Platonic Ideal of the Human Body.

Img 2 - Stuff that helped me

Jumping into drawing humans (faces or otherwise) straight from photo reference can be overwhelming. The trick is to simplify forms into shapes - but even this concept is sort of abstract and it may be hard to know where to begin. Good news - Thousands of other artists have already figured it out. [When starting out] I needed to learn from photo reference AND artists I admired in order to improve. [When looking at stylization you are inspired by] ask yourself: WHY does this simplification work? How can I translate it into a different pose? Instead of copying what you see in a photo reference exactly, try to focus on the general forms first. My two biggest style inspirations for humans while learning to draw them were Steven Universe and Sabrina Cotugno's art. SU gets a lot of hate [in this instance I was specifically referring to a time on tumblr when the art was knocked for 'losing quality'] but its style does a great job of simplifying anatomy in a way that still portrays a diversity of bodies + features. [Extremely simplified drawings of Lapis, Steven, and Amethyst] SU characters are still identifiable- and still read as 'human' - even when reduced to just a few lines!

Img 3 - Things I keep in mind while drawing side profiles

- Eyebrows + eyes close to the 'edge' of the face - Forehead needs enough room for a brain - Eye is > shaped from the sides - Mouth kinda halfway [between the nose and the chin] but closer to the nose - Skin/fat exists under the jaw [and connects to the neck] - neck is about one half the width of the whole head - the back of the skull always sticks out a bit further than you might expect - Sometimes less is more - contours exist on every face, but drawing them in may make your character seem much older than they're supposed to be. However, it's a good idea to use them when you *want* your character to look old! These are very general notes- every face is different and has different proportions [and playing around with them creates unique and interesting character designs]

[moongreenlight]

Insane reader my beloved. Literally my babygirl.

@katz-chow been ruminating on this one just for you <3

CW: Gore and violence

Reader who shows up late to their first meeting with the task force. Rolls up in their dark sedan with blacked-out windows and one too many dents on the front bumper wearing civvies instead of the uniform they were given and instructed to wear.

Reader who is a privately hired detective with a talent for interrogations. Not officially a member of the task force or the military because the tactics they use are far less than legal. More a secret weapon on retainer for when doing things by the book doesn’t do the trick.

Reader who gets on the good sides of the task force boys by being sugary sweet and barely hiding their true colors. Skins and bleaches the skulls of interrogations gone South and gives them to Ghost insisting they’re better than the costume store shit he’s got on now.

Gifts Price expensive cigars tucked between the fingers of a severed hand. Drops them off in large pink boxes with delicate ribbons and giggles when he asks a thousand questions about why and how and what the fuck he was supposed to do with this.

Tosses Gaz new knives on the field when they’ve landed a kill or just wrenched them out of someone’s stomach. They make a game out of chucking the gore-slicked blades at one another’s heads to see if they can dodge in time.

Starts playing dodgeball with Soap where they toss his less-stable bombs and unpinned grenades back and forth. Only stops after they’ve accidentally blown up the camp two missions in a row. (Also heavily rumored they have tramp stamps of each other’s names because they’re both too stubborn to back down from a dare but that’s just for vibes)

Reader who gets flown out on specialty missions where a hostage really refuses to talk and takes matters into their own hands. Sometimes hopping on radio when they’re in transit and requesting the force pulls extra men so they can play a live game of operation. They’ve been watching videos on the dark web and the first two seasons of Grey’s Anatomy from their military issued laptop so it’s like an 80% chance all the hostages live.

Reader who stops being allowed to train rookies because the first and only faux-deployment they led they told the group they ran out of rations three days in to a two week long training and they had to play rock-paper-scissors to create a bracket of people to eat first. The mission gets called early when Price gets word that there was actually a field amputation done. Reader doesn’t even apologize, just laughs their way through a barely reasonable explanation. I didn’t think they’d actually do it.

Reader who begs the boys to let them play kill, kiss, marry, kill in the middle of a boring interrogation and when they get told no or to focus on the task at hand, they throw such a fit that they end up sending a screwdriver through the eye of the person they’re supposed to be interrogating.

Reader who brings their own kit to interrogations. Lugs around pincers, rusted blades, rotary bone saws, and dull axes in a flamingo pink toolbox. Sets it up on a small table in front of the hostage and unboxes it like an influencer showing off PR.

Reader who also stops being able to run conditioning and drills with rookies because they pitted the privates against one another during a sparring session. Saying something about whoever could sheath a blade in the other first got a bonus check before tossing a few knives on the mat and walking away. Gaz had to run over and tell them you weren’t serious when he saw blood.

Reader who insists on being able to puppeteer the decapitated head of an enemy grunt they took down and reciting a few lines of Shakespeare to the boys. Dragging the mission out because they know as well as the boys do that everyone is on their timeline.

Reader who dances around hostages that have been zip tied to chairs and beat within an inch of their life. Singsonging threats and having the boys drag the limp bodies of their chain of command across the floor.

Reader who pouts when their victims pass out during questioning after a few of their fingers have been chopped off with a butcher’s knife. Huffs like they’re being put through a massive inconvenience and fishes smelling salts out of their toolkit to wake the poor sap back up.