#trying to get back into the flow by doing some smaller drawings

[yanderedrabbles]

Helloooo! I just loved the old west gang. Traumatized? Yes. Curious? Yes. But specifically the Lakota wrangler caught my attention, and oooh this part:

"""Don't be. You're my reward, my reparation." He brushed his knuckles across your cheek again.

"I've waited my whole life for you."

You wanted to ask why. What made you so special? Why did he want to keep you? ""

VAL, TELL ME WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? WHAT'S HIS STORY? WHAT'S HIS DEBT?

OH MY GOD HIS PART IS SO 💕💕💕💕

TELL US THEIR BACKGROUND PLEASE 🥹🥹🥹

Yandere Outlaws - The Wrangler's Past + the gang hearing about you for the first time

I think the wrangler probably has one of the most interesting backgrounds. We all know that the Wild West era was no fun at all for Native American tribes. Manifest Destiny and all the terrible things done in it's name saw Native tribes being confined to smaller and smaller reservations, with stricter and stricter rules. Bison were disappearing, the railroads were cutting across hunting lands, and permanent settlers were coming west in droves.

I think in the face of all that, the wrangler felt like he had to adapt or die. Set out on his own and try and make it in the white man's world.

I reckon he falls in with the boss after a nasty bar fight. Him against some cowboys who feel like a Lakota on "their" turf is blasphemy.

Things don't look good at all. He's a strong fighter but numbers almost always trumps skill. He's going to end up dead in the mud and no one will give a damn.

Well, until the boss arrives. Maybe the boss is an old quick draw and when the smoke settles the cowboys are down for good. Or maybe the boss just has that look to him, that keen eyed glare that makes dumb cowhands think better of their bravado.

Either way, he hauls the wrangler out of the mud and offers him a job.

"Need a man for my horses. I'll pay you good to stick with us for coupla weeks."

The wrangler agrees. Because hell, what else is there to do? And if the older man looks hard edged and hard eyed, how much does that really matter? This is the West. You either get tough or get buried.

I think one way or another, the boss earns his loyalty. He gives him a sense of belonging he hasn't felt since he set out on his own. Gives him a purpose. And well, robbing banks and derailing trains and sticking it to old Uncle Sam is about the best he can do to make up for what his tribe has been through. Just one more outlaw pricking Washington in the thumb.

And as for you, sweet thing that you are, oh, you're what he's waited for all his life.

A girl to call his own. Soft and kind, to keep the cold away. Looking in your eyes makes it so easy to forget all the shit he's been through, all the shit he's done. He's been through his share of trouble and then some. He deserves a place to rest his head, a person to call home.

So what if you aren't willing? The world has gone out of its way to take what should have been his by right. The bison, the land, the open sky and flowing water. All of it divvied up and fenced off. He's not letting anyone get in the way of the one good thing he can finally call his own.

I think the thing that initially attracts him to you is the story of you and the second in command. The second is Chinese and he hasn't had it easy either. He could either work the railroads or die in a ditch. Not the best options, but just about the only ones open to an immigrant's son.

If you were anyone else, you'd have screamed your head off when you found him bleeding in your barn.

You didn't. Instead, you put him back together and kept him safe from your pa.

When he first heard the story, it was a cold night out on the planes. They'd just pulled off a job and were sleeping rough, trying to throw the law dogs off their trail.

The second kept looking out to the west. Maybe he was keeping an eye out for pursuit, but they'd pulled their job off back east. Marshals would be coming from that direction, if at all.

Finally, he gave in to his curiosity and asked the man what the hell he was looking for.

"My girl," he said simply. "My girl stays out that way."

The outlaws grew quiet around the fire.

"I didn't know you had one," the boss said, elbows on his knees as he sharpened his boot knife. "Is that where you go off to when we're in town?"

"Mm-hmm. I like to check in on her."

The gunslingers leaned forward then, as in sync as coyotes.

"She must be one hell of a girl, if she can put up with your ugly mug."

"Is she pretty? Got those nice eyes that look up at you all sweet?"

He ignored them and went back to looking west, like he could somehow see over all those miles.

"Do you love her?" the wrangler asked suddenly. He didn't know why he asked that, just that it seemed important.

"More than I thought possible. Every time I see her it's like my heart is breaking. If I can't have her, I think I'll go mad."

The boss looked up for a second, blue eyes catching the firelight. "You gonna marry her then?"

The second laughed, uncharacteristically nervous. "She doesn't even know I exist."

The boss stopped sharpening his knife. "How do you know you love her, if you ain't never talked to her?"

"She saved my life. That's how I know."

The wrangler looked up at the sky and wondered who would go out of their way to save an outlaw.

The boss stuck his knife in his boot. "Tell us the story."

Maybe if anyone else asked, the second would have refused. You were his girl. He didn't want to share even the memory of you with other men.

But you don't say no to the boss.

When he was done telling it, the outlaws were quiet. Lost in their own thoughts. All of them thinking how sweet it would be to have a girl like that. Feeling for a second what he felt every time he thought of you.

It was the wrangler who broke the silence, only half aware he was speaking. "I'd do anything to have a girl like that. Someone so kind..."

The dark skinned outlaw leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "She sounds too good for either of you."

"And you're any better?"

He didn't get to answer. The green eyed gunslinger cut in, his voice low and mean.

"She sounds real innocent. Kind of girl who'll cry when you fuck her for the first time."

The second in command stood with a snarl, already reaching for his rifle.

"Don't."

The boss, quiet but no less dangerous for being so.

"We're all men here. We're all gonna think somethin' like that when you tell us 'bout a girl so...untouched."

The second sat back down stiffly, his jaw clenched tight.

The boss continued, "Ain't like we're gonna steal your girl from you. Let it go."

The wrangler didn't let it go though. Not even when they were back in their hideout, a whole lot richer than they were a week ago.

He stopped the second in command when he was saddling up his mustang.

"Take me with you. I want to see this girl of yours."

If it was anyone else, he'd have said no on the spot. But the wrangler had a quiet gentleness about him that made the second agree.

They watched you from a hill overlooking your father's ranch. Just two shadows against the setting sun.

One of your horses had taken sick and you were walking it around the corral. Stopping every little while to stroke its neck or rub its nose, whispering encouragement. You were patient, gentle. The hem of your skirt tucked into your belt and showing off a sliver of thigh as you moved.

The wrangler sighed and stroked his horse's neck.

"I understand now."

"Understand what?"

"Why you keep looking for her, even if you're a hundred miles away."

As they rode home, he found himself doing the same thing. Looking over his shoulder like he could somehow see you one last time.

And the first time he saw you up close? Backed up against the kitchen table, corned like a vixen at the hunt? That's when he realised exactly what you were.

You were his reward.

The one good thing he'd struggled all his life to find. You were going to be his peace. His home.

And the first time he had you? On your knees, kissing his cock, your eyelashes still wet with tears? That's when he decided he'd keep you, no matter how cruel it was. No matter that doing it would strip him of any claim to goodness. A good man wouldn't get hard seeing you cry. A good man wouldn't fuck you when all you wanted was to go home.

But then again, how could he stay a good man in a world that hated him? That wanted him dead and gone?

When he kissed you, he signed away his last bit of honour. It doesn't matter that he holds you so gently, that he touches you like a lover.

He'll never let you go. And ain't that just a bitch?

[cdlum]

I just wanted to say I think your art style is awesome! I was wondering if you had any tutorials on how you draw anatomy in your style (hips and legs especially)? Sorry if there's already one posted and I just didn't see it 🥲. Happy New Year :>

thanks for the kind words. i tend to draw people pretty stylized and then some so a good bit of artistic licence gets used. these tips are just what i use so feel free to take them with a grain of salt. with anatomy in particular you can kind of talk in circles because human/animal bodies are that complex so ill just zone in on the points you specified. here's a little image with a bunch of pointers:

the above image condenses a lot of the points I'd make, but basically the key parts are to start with the bare essentials and build up that complexity. using a line of action is a good way to get a quick, rough start. you draw a line out in the general direction of the pose and do your best to adhere to it to give the pose a sense of flow.

you can also draw smaller, thumbnail versions that throw a lot of caution to the wind but capture the basic energy of what you're going for. even having a tiny little stick figure version of your idea can make for a good guideline of where to take it forward.

when it comes to actual limbs, you wanna consider how they integrate and work together, kind of like how chains do. you can see on some of the parts of pear i've drawn out these wireframes to kind of portray how the mass of her legs works in a three dimensional space. for aspects like the waist/hips, i use that X technique i highlight above a lot, particularly for the lower torso. a lot of the times, even when drawing a character totally naked, imagining them wearing things like skintight underwear can help a lot to guide you in the right direction.

its also a good idea to consider things like gravity and weight to a degree. humans are essentially big meat sacks and gravity is always pulling down on that, but theres all kinds of aspects that effect that, such as character build or clothing. pear technically isn't naked in this, but i've tried to imagine her as such and take that into account.

if you are drawing digitally, don't be afraid to take advantage of the convenience you get with that workflow. you can retry and iterate on things a lot faster that pen and paper, and do things that aren't really feasible at all when it comes to editing and modifying your existing work. things like resizing certain bodyparts, instantly flipping the canvas, or using selection tools to completely adjust the positions of parts of your drawing. to give you an example heres a timelapse with all the little edits i made just to this demo drawing:

you don't have to use these techniques linearly, either. sometimes ill have a really solid idea for a piece in my head, and go back to basics with certain elements if they’re not coming out right or i just want to brush them up a bit more. some of the tutorial-y parts i added in i didn't actually use during the drawing but often do use so they're there just for demonstration. not every drawing i do starts as building blocks or a really basic version, often ill just start with a face and build it out from there.

i always encourage liberally using references (this can include yourself) and trying out stuff like life drawing or looking at things like existing photographs of real people/places/things if you can, the more you use learning material the better you'll draw up a mental inventory in your head that you can rely on more and more. some of these tips are things i've learned from other artists over the years (the chin one especially i remember seeing a tutorial about lol), so this is a lot of knowledge i've amassed from other sources over time myself. there are plenty of times ill use all sorts of reference material and its all in service of arriving at the final destination as smoothly as possible. learn by doing, as they say. hope this helps!

[lou-struck]

Hideaway

Mammon x reader

W.C 2.5k

~ A quiet evening with a book is just what the doctor ordered, until a certain Greedy Demon bursts through your door, desperate for a hiding spot. 

There aren’t many evenings in the House of Lamination where you find yourself enjoying the comforts that only being alone can give you. Your back is propped against your beds plush headboard by a mound of firm pillows as your freshly washed comforter rests loosely over your clean legs. Your nose is deep in a book, one recommended by Simeon that has been so enthralling, you find yourself only coming up for air every few minutes to take a quick sip from your mug of tea. 

The window is cracked slightly, allowing a sliver of the chilly night air to flow through your room, the distinct smell of snow riding the wind as you wonder when the first flake will fall from the forever darkened sky. 

Across the room, your DDD rests on its charger out of sight and out of mind, making your evening completely free from any distractions and allowing you to read at a pace even Satan would be proud of. 

It’s late, far too late for you to be awake, but you just can’t stop. For a moment, you even begin to think that you will be able to finish the novel tonight, but then the loud stomping of footsteps in the hallway above your room rips you away from the pages and right back down to the Devildom. 

Narrowing your eyes, you glance up at the ceiling as if you are trying to peer through the layers of wood and stone to see who is responsible for the disturbance. But just as the ceiling pattern begins to swirl, the loud thudding ceases, disappearing as quickly as it came. 

Bringing your attention back to your book, you only make it a sentence when you hear another distinct set of footsteps following behind the first, the telltale sign that someone in the house is in trouble. 

The anticipation gets to you and you find your book suddenly less attention grabbing than it was just sixty seconds ago. With a sigh you place a mark between the crisp, suddenly neglected, pages and place it on your nightstand. Leaning back your eyes watch the door, just waiting for trouble to burst through it. 

As if on cue, the door gets pushed open by none other than your First Demon, Mammon’s eyes are wide with terror as he steps into your room and shuts the door as quietly as he can. Leaning his pajama covered self against the now closed door, he places his hand to his heart as he struggles to catch his breath. 

“Mammon, what’s wrong?” you ask, wondering which brother is coming for his head this time.

“Luc- Lucifer,”he huffs. “I've really done it now. He’s been chasin’ me for hours. Whenever I try to hide he finds me.”

“Oh? What did you do?” you ask as the sound of calm, even footsteps draws nearer and the demon just shakes his head and lowers his voice. 

“There’s no time to explain. Mc, i’m beggin here. Ya gotta let me hide out till he leaves,” he breathes looking around your comparatively smaller room for a hiding spot. 

First, he flings open the door to your closet, but finds that it is filled to the brim with new clothes because Asmodeus just cleaned out his closet and let you have your pick. “Damn, not here.” he tsks. 

“What about under the desk?” you offer, you try to stifle the laughter that leaves your lips at the image of Mammon trying to squeeze himself in that small little space.

“That could work,” he hums, rushing over to the area with an eagerness that almost makes you feel guilty. But when he grabs your desk chair and pulls it away from the wood, he frowns, crouching down and stares at the spot in despair. “Too small, he’d find me in here. There's gotta be some~” The polite sound a fist rapping against your door cuts him off. 

“It’s him,” Mammon whispers, looking more afraid than ever. 

“Hello? Mc, I'm sorry to disturb you, but would you mind if I came in?” Lucifer calls from the other side of the door, his voice gentle, coaxing. The soft tone of his makes you look at Mammon in confusion. Maybe Lucifer isn't angry after all and Mammon blew something out of proportion. 

It wouldn't be the first time. 

Your lack of reluctance pulls Mammon's attention back to you.His head shakes vigorously, “No,” he mouths silently. “Don’t do it.” He drags his thumb across his throat for visuals. “He’s gonna kill me.”

“For what?” you mouth back. “Tell me what you did and I’ll help you.”

“I didn't do nothin.” he responds defensively, but you know he’s lying. Just looking at his face you see the deep creases and coloration of guilt just below the surface. But If he isn't willing to tell you, then you aren't going to stick your neck out.

“Then there is nothing to worry about,” you tell him before turning your attention back to the door. “Come on in, Lucifer.” you call innocently. 

The handle begins to twist and Mammon, with nowhere else to go, cowers and squirms himself under your blankets next to you. Although you cannot see the demon’s face, you know he is too terrified to breathe.

His warm body clings to yours naturally, the intimate action softening your heart slightly as you spot a bit of Mammon's shoulder peeking out from beneath the comforter. Taking pity on the subtly trembling demon, you cover it with a pillow just as Lucifer steps into the room. 

While Mammon was out of breath and disheveled when he had barged in, Lucifer looks just as put together as ever. Not a single strand of his dark hair is out of place as he steps into your room. “How are you doing this evening Mc?” he asks kindly, a soft smile on his face as he scans your room. “I hope I wasn't interrupting anything.”

You shake your head, “I’m doing well, I was reading but then I heard some sort of commotion and found it hard to pay attention.”

He chuckles knowingly, “That would be Mammon, I'm afraid my Brother has been up to his usual trouble and was unable to accept his punishment.”

At the mention of a punishment, Mammon’s body stiffens next to you, the slight movement slides the silk pillow ever so slightly revealing a sliver of his tanned skin. As naturally as you can, you move your arm to rest on top of the sleek surface, holding it in place. “I’m sure that Mammon is sorry for whatever he did. Maybe you could take it easy on him this time?”

“You would like for me to show him mercy?” he asks with an amused smile on his face. “Why would I do something like that?”

“Just because.” you hum thoughtfully ignoring the way Mammon keeps swatting your leg to keep quiet. “He’s your little brother and he looks up to you. And, if you just string him up from the ceiling again and again, it may lose its effectiveness.”

“Wow,” Lucifer smiles flattered by your words. “Appealing to both my Pride and my Sadism. I'm impressed.” 

“Well I did learn from the best,” you grin as Lucifer walks over to your open window, shutting the now slightly cooler air out. With him clearly on the other side of the room Mammon decides that now is the moment to get a bit protective over his human. 

“Hey,” he whispers, his face peeking out from your blanket just enough so you can see him. “Cut that out, M’ yer first so don’t get all buddy buddy with him right in front of me.”

“What was that Mc?” Lucifer says turning back around, there is a look of smug pride on his face that tells you that he is well aware of Mammon using you for cover, but is deciding to play along to torment the second born. “Did you say something to me?”

“Oh, I said thank you. For closing the window for me.” you say, still playing it cool because despite whatever Mammon did that started this whole game of cat and mouse, Lucifer is in a fairly decent mood. “It was getting a little cold here.”

“Is that really all there is?” he asks, taking a small step towards your lumpy looking bed. “You seem to be rather uncomfortable, is your mattress giving you any trouble?”

“N-not at all, it’s very comfortable,” you say quickly. But it’s too late, the Avatar of Pride decides to test it out himself. He sits down on top of the lump, Mammon, a bit harder than necessary. Despite his best efforts, Mammon lets out a little whimper of pain as Lucifer gets comfortable. The sound brings a victorious smile to his handsome features. “My, I believe you’re right Mc, this mattress is comfortable. A bit noisy for my taste but I suppose it has a certain charm.”

“It’s those darn springs, they creak every so often.” you say with a smile. “I just ignore it. Like maybe what you could do with Mammon? Just this once?”

Lucifer glances between you and the terribly hidden second born, and to your amazement sighs deeply in defeat. “Well, I suppose I would be able to overlook his little lapse of judgement if my entire record collection is returned to its pristine condition by tomorrow morning. He had left such a mess earlier when he was searching through it.”

Your eyes widen and understand why Mammon looked so terrified earlier. Lucifer’s cursed record collection is one of his greatest treasures, Mammon has only attempted to resell a few of the dustier albums a handful of times, but each time he is caught in the act and subjected to one of his brother's crueler punishments. “So Mammon went through your records?” you ask worried for the demon’s safety, "Is anything missing?”

“From what I can tell so far, no.” Lucifer says getting up from the bed. “But I haven't taken a good look yet. Perhaps I will go through it tomorrow after I have had a cup of coffee.” he pauses and looks down at the lump in the blankets with a near murderous smile. “But if I were to find so much as a scratch on anything I may have to rethink my previous stance.”

Although his words aren't meant for you, they make your blood run cold. “Perhaps if you happen to find Mammon, you could pass the message along?”

“Got it, I’ll tell him when I see him.” you say innocently as Lucifer starts toward the door, right before he leaves he looks at the lump in your bed fondly and stifles a laugh. Following his gaze, you see what has him dangerously close to losing his cool. 

Just below the hem of the blanket the Avatar of Greed is using as a shield lies his foot. His socks printed with little crows wearing sunglasses you bought for him stick out against the linen like a sore thumb. 

Covering your mouth you meet Lucifer's gaze with amusement as he exits the room. As soon as the door clicks shut, Mammon emerges from his terrible hiding place. 

“Man, I thought he’d never leave,” Mammon breathes, his hair is a mess, sticking out every which way framing his warm cheeks as if he had just awoken from a nap. But as he leans back against your headboard, there is a look of victory in his eyes. “Can ya believe he fell for that?”

“Mmhmm,” you say, not wanting to break it to him. “So, what did you want with Lucifer’s record collection?”

He shrinks away slightly, embarrassment flashing in his eyes. “I uhhh got a tip that Lucifer stashed away a treasure map inside one of the record sleeves.”

“A treasure map?” you respond, wondering which one of his brothers gave him that ‘tip’. “Why would Lucifer just have a map and not look for the treasure?”

“That’s what I was thinkin’," Mammon exclaims, leaning in closer to you. He glances around the room cautiously, worried that someone may hear his revelation and lowers his voice. “But then I figured that he was just waitin’ ta dig it up. I mean he always has extra Grimm layin around. He probably is a professional treasure hunter or somethin.”

“Or he has a job that pays well,” you offer with a sudden yawn. the excitement from the last few minutes wearing off. “So did you end up finding any treasure maps?”

He shakes his head. “No, and I looked at every record. I guess Satan and Belphie were wrong.” I was gonna put everythin back but then Lucifer got home and I knew he’d be mad so I just ran.” Just recalling his earlier endeavor makes him look fatigued, and you don’t blame him. But now that he hasn’t technically done anything wrong besides make a mess, it would be a shame to kick him out when he is looking so comfortable. 

“I see,” you hum, lifting your fingers and gently starting to play with his messed up hair. At the sensation of your nails massaging the tired demon's scalp his eyelids flutter as he sinks deeper into your pillow with a blissful expression. “Hey, that feels good.” he sighs, grabbing your other hand and pressing the underside of your wrist to his lips. “Yer too good to me sometimes.”

His tenderness brings a tired, mushy smile to your lips. “I’m proud of you for not stealing anything Mammon. Tomorrow we can put the collection back to normal.”

“Gotta~” he yawns, nuzzling closer to you under your blanket. “I gotta be better for ya.” he yawns again mid sentence. This one barely understandable.”~believin in me when no one else would.”

“Are you tired?” you murmur, but you know your soft words are falling on deaf ears. Mammon’s soft breaths fill the room as the Greedy demon pulls his Treasure closer to his chest. The gentle beating of his inhuman heart thrums against your skin creating a soft melody that puts you at ease. 

Although your bedroom lights and candle are still on, moving from this position is near impossible. You flick your wrist and allow a small bit of magic to flow from your fingertips, shutting off the lights and snuffing out the dancing flames as you follow Mammon to dreamland. 

But just before you drift away, the dull sound of multiple footsteps running just above you reaches your ears and you smile. Lucifer must’ve found out about Satan and Belphie’s little plan to use Mammon. 

Your bed only has room for one tired demon so tonight, you press a soft kiss to your First’s forehead and use just a bit more magic to make the lock on your door lock with a faint

click.

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All In 13

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: I had this pistachio cake and it was so good. I didn't know what else to put here but yum.

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You’re shaking, barely able to keep your legs from collapsing beneath you. Even with Bucky’s arm around you, you’re weak. His confidence makes you feel even smaller; reminds you of who and what you really are. You’re not this. You’re not arm candy. You’re not some gorgeous supermodel. You’re just you. 

As you get to the end of the hall, you face the elevator and wait. His large hand squeezes your hip and he draws you even closer. He surprises you with a peck on your head. A thrill flows through you. 

“I’m the luckiest guy in this casino, baby,” he purrs and urges you through the doors as they open. 

You gulp and lean back into his arm as you step on, the transparent walls peering down on the drop. You try not to look and put your hand over his. You cling to his fingers and close your eyes, dizzy from the descent. 

“Ah, I forgot, doll,” he holds you even snugger, “Don’t worry, I got you. You stay close to me, alright?” 

“Okay,” you wisp out as the motion of the elevator adds to your displacement. 

When at last you reach the bottom, you nearly wriggle right out of his hold. He keeps you firmly against him and struts off with you at his side. He releases you only to hook his arm through yours. You cling to him if only to keep from tripping in the heels. 

You look down at yourself, recalling your attire as you pass a mirrored wall. You barely recognise the woman and yet it’s you. The make-up isn’t too heavy, your hair is perfectly done, and despite your frightened expression, you look good. Better than ever. Well, anything is an improvement over your typical aesthetic. 

You pass through the hotel lobby into the main room of the casino. The ringing of machines and flashing lights stun you. He stops with you and raises his chin proudly. To him, it’s just another night. For you, it’s a night you won’t ever forget; one you’ll never know again. 

“All of this is ours, doll,” he says. You wince at that word; ‘ours’. It’s a fantasy, he knows it. It must be what he tells all his women. 

You can only let a jitter shake you. He continues on and you follow. The chaos of the casino has you senseless. You drift through like his shadow as he pulls you along.  

Yet, you notice that you are not unseen. You feel the eyes all around you, you see them. Necks crane, bodies twists, and lips whisper. You’re overly aware that they’re watching you. No, they’re watching him. 

You feel ice form a shell over you. You numb yourself to it all as best you can. If you let yourself feel the storm brewing inside you, it will surely blow you over.  

Bucky stops you and winks at you. He reaches to rub your hand on his forearm and gives a squeeze, “relax. I got you. You trust me, don’t you?” 

You exhale and nod, “yes.” 

“Alright, then, doll,” he pulls his arm back and puts his hand on the small of your back, “let’s go.” 

He walks you along, a casual pace. The looks continue. People acknowledge him as he passes, the bartender calls him sir and several other staff. He approaches a table and you steel yourself nervously. Men in suits chuckle loudly as dice are thrown against the trim. 

“Stark,” Barnes stops beside a man with grey patches at his temple, “you didn’t bring your own dice again, did you?” 

“They searched me on the way in. What’s that about?” The man snickers, “but I see you get to bring your own toys.” 

The man makes a show of looking around Bucky, leering at you. Bucky pushes him straight by the chest, “never had any problem finding something to play with.” 

“Ah, don’t be so sensitive. Your girls are always so much fun,” the man, Stark, taunts. 

“Keep your hands to yourself, that goes for the staff too,” Bucky warns. 

“Wow, have you demoted yourself to bouncer now?” 

“These are my people, Tony,” he claps the man’s shoulder, “consider it a friendly reminder. I know you tend to forget.” 

The man scoffs and rolls his eyes. He takes the dice as they’re held out to him and tosses them onto the felt. Bucky tickles your lower back with his finger and you squirm, elbowing an unexpected figure behind you. You let out a squeak and turn as Bucky does the same. 

“Hey,” a skinny man, not much taller than yourself greets, “been looking for you.” 

“Steve,” Bucky says, “what’re you doing here?” 

“Ah, you know,” he scratches his floppy golden hair, “you haven’t picked up your phone so--” 

“Shoot, what’s the date?” 

“Buck, it’s tomorrow,” the blond, Steve, grins, “I’m just making sure you show up. Ma would be real disappointed.” 

“I wouldn’t miss Sarah Rogers’ birthday for anything,” Bucky avows, the genuine tone in his voice wrenching at your chest. “You gonna stay and enjoy the tables? You still got your complimentary chips waiting on you.” 

“Told ya, I don’t like to gamble,” Steve chuckles, “but thanks.” 

“I’m sorry, buddy. I should’ve picked up. I’ve been so busy...” Bucky pauses as Steve smiles at you sheepishly as if he’s only just noticed you.  

“I get it,” Steve’s lashes flick, “she’s... miss, you’re real pretty.” 

He sounds as nervous as you feel. His cheeks tinge pink and he tucks his thumbs into his pockets. His brown slacks definitely don’t fit into the sparkling casino. Bucky laughs too. 

“Chill, have a drink at the bar before you go.” 

“Thanks, pal,” Steve smooths back his hair, “but I should probably head out--” 

“She don’t bite, Rogers,” Bucky chides, “well, I’ll tell her to keep her teeth to herself,” he rubs your back and slips his fingers around your side, pulling you close once more. “Have a drink for me, alright?” 

“Alright,” the smaller man exhales, “don’t forget.” 

“I won’t,” Bucky promises. 

As the blond strides away, slightly off kilter as he looks around, seeming lost as he tries to see around the people around, Bucky draws you away from the dice table. The small man reminds you a lot of yourself in some ways. He’s braver than you, he came all alone. 

“That... who?” You wonder. 

“My best friend. Since we were kids,” he answers, “good guy, just a bit... uppity. His ma’s got her birthday tomorrow. You should come.” 

“Oh, uh, that’s... I don’t know--” 

“She’ll be happy to meet ya. She’s been telling me to settle down for years,” he scoffs. “Her son too and he does try...” 

“Well, this isn’t.... it’s early--” you stammer. 

“You still don’t believe me,” he challenges you as he angles you to face him. He brings his hands to your arms, stroking the bare skin with his roughened fingertips, “you don’t think I’m gonna keep ya, doll?” 

“No, I didn’t-- I don’t know. It’s all so new and—I'm sorry, Bucky, I want to—I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know--” 

“Shhh, doll, I’m not mad. I got work to do. That’s fine,” he trails his fingers up the strap of your dress and tickles your throat, “I’ll keep it up, don’t you worry. Let’s get ya a drink.” 

He walks you to the bar, laying his hand on the top as the bartender crosses to him attentively. Bucky pauses before he orders and looks at you, “ladies first. What do you want, doll?” 

You look between Bucky and the bartender. You have no idea. You weren’t planning on drinking, you’re already a mess as it is but you don’t want to be rude. 

“You like cranberry, doll? How about a cosmopolitan?” Bucky suggests. 

You nod and face the bar again, “sure, uh, please, a cos...” 

“Cosmopolitan, coming up,” the bar tender agrees, “usual, sir?” 

“Single,” Bucky holds up a finger, “I wanna keep my wits about me.” 

The bartender sets to work and you fidget. You crane around to see the rest of the casino, a furor rising from the blackjack table. Bucky rubs your arm and draws your attention back to him. You give a nervous smile as you try not to think about those watching you in turn. 

“Hey, don’t even worry about it,” his voice is low and gravelly as he brings a finger up under your chin, “the only thing that matters is us, doll.” 

Before you can react, he leans in to kiss you. You’re caught entirely off guard, trapped in his snare as his tongue glides along your lips. He hums and pulls back, dropping his hand with a sigh. 

“I gotta get a hold on myself,” he laughs as he shows his palm, “you make it hard, doll. You really do.” 

You rock and smile bigger. Your cheeks are fiery and your temples are pounding. The bartender announces your cocktail and puts it up. Bucky takes it and hands it to you. You thank him as he turns to retrieve the short tumbler of flat whiskey. 

“Go on, have a taste, doll,” he encourages as he gives a gentle tap to the base of the stemmed glass. 

You look down at the coned glass of vibrant red liquor and juice, a twist of lemon against the brim. You raise it cautiously and give a sniff before you press your lips around the glass. Your eyes flick up as Bucky lets out a rumble. He fixates on your mouth as you sip, his teeth graze over his lower lip. 

Your cheeks pinch as you taste the mixed drink and you pull it away from your mouth. You dab your lips with your knuckles, terrified of smearing the gloss. You flutter your lashes at him and force another tight smile, “mm, it’s... sweet.” 

“Dangerous,” he smirks, “I don’t do cocktails. They go down to easy.” 

“Oh,” you give a guilty pout. “I don’t...” 

“It’s fine, it’s not that much,” he waves off your excuse, “really, doll, you could use it. It’ll help you relax.” 

“Right, er, thanks,” you slowly turn the stem between your fingers and look down at the glass. “I’m sorry I don’t...” 

“Hm,” he shifts closer as your voice drifts off, “sorry for what, doll?” 

He nudges you smoothly away from the bar, putting you back into step as he casually traverses the floor, his hand right on your back. He guides you subtly with the constant warmth between your hips. It is both comforting and disjointing. He’s there with you, propping you up, and yet you do not belong. 

“I don’t really fit, er, or... know what to do,” you murmur. 

He leans in to hear your small voice. He scoffs. 

“Let me tell you something, doll. You fit just nice on my arm. You don’t need to worry about anyone else but me, you got it? All these people in this room, they’re nothing. All these lights, all this noise, and I can only see you,” he purrs. 

You giggle nervously. He’s so flattering. He always knows just what to say.  

“Thanks, I...” you look away, embarrassed at your little confession. You’re supposed to be trying to blend in and yet you can’t help but put yourself on the sideline. He’s not the type. He is the main attraction. 

“You feel better, doll?” He asks as he rubs the dip of your back. “If it’s too much, we can go somewhere else.” 

“I’m... I’m good. I don’t wanna ruin the night,” you say, “really.” You raise the glass and sip again, “it’s really good, thank you, Bucky.” 

“Mph, I love it when you say my name,” he snarls, “come on.” 

He continues along, guiding you between tables and behind distracted bodies. The tables are packed with gamblers and figures pass from one to one, a line forming around the counter dolling out chips for cash. You take it all in, as if it’s a scene in a movie, observing all the background characters... still, you don’t feel like the star. 

A sharp pain strikes your arm suddenly and you stumble into Bucky. He keeps you from teetering onto your ass as he hugs his arm around you. Your cocktail slips out of your grasp and the glass cracks on the floor, splashing the remnants across the carpet.  

You’re pressed into Bucky as the unstable man latches onto the tall stool he just slid off of. The impact of his elbow thrums in your arm and you rub the tender spot and wince. Bucky shifts you behind him and moves as fast as a shadow. The back of his dark jacket strains across his shoulder blades as he grabs the man by his collar. 

“Hey, what the hell are ya doing? Watch yourself! You nearly knocked my woman over,” he sneers as he as good as shakes the man, “you made a mess of my carpet, you scumbag.” 

“Bucky,” you squeak in horror, the hot eruption of rage surprises you. He is a different man; he looks more like a wolf as he snarls at the offender. “It was an accident--” 

“Nah, it was a mistake,” Bucky brings the man even closer, “get the hell outta my casino before I break you like that glass.” Bucky shoves him away and kicks the broken glass on the floor, “now.” 

He puffs his chest out as the other man rambles drunkenly, apologising and staggering, skittering off in an uneven gait. He glances back several times as if fearing he’ll be followed. Bucky signals across the room and you see a man in a suit nod; he must be security. 

“Bucky,” you touch his elbow and gently graze his sleeve down to his hand, “are you okay?” 

He opens his fist and lets you tuck your hand into his. You’re quaking again. You cling to him out of need. You’re adrenaline rings in your ears. You don’t like anger. 

“I’m sorry--” 

“Don’t be sorry, doll,” he squeezes your hand as he exhales the tension from his shoulders. He looks down at your hand and lifts it, turning to you as he kisses the back of it. He leaves a tingle on your skin, “I like that.” He tightens his grip as he keeps a hold of you, “you need a fresh drink, doll.” 

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER (day 3)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader - dirty talk

summary: natasha made a mess while carving pumpkins and you did too

warning: flirting, teasing, dirty talk, a bit of a porn plot

word count: 2k

an: ugh i have such a writing block these last days, especially with smut:(( hope you´ll like this one!

You and Natasha are in the kitchen, surrounded by pumpkins, carving tools, and a few snacks. The atmosphere is light and cozy, with soft music playing in the background. Natasha has a determined look, taking her pumpkin carving seriously, while you are more focused on having fun.

You start carving your pumpkins together, chatting about your designs. “Nat, I’m going for the classic scary face. What about you?”

“I’m thinking something more intricate. Maybe a spider web?” she replies, her focus sharp as ever.

You admire how her hands glide over the pumpkin. She smiles softly when you compliment her skills, making your heart skip a beat. You’re not the best at carving, but Natasha is patient, even showing you the best way to cut the top off. “Like this?” you ask, after her demonstration.

“Perfect,” she grins, her eyes flicking up to meet yours.

The lightness between you two is full of laughter, smiles, and the smell of fresh pumpkin. Things start to get a bit more playful when you’re scooping out the insides of the pumpkin. Natasha hands you a spoon and says, “You need to dig deeper to get everything out,” she advises, showing you how to scoop.

You pause, the double meaning not lost on you, and glance over at her with a mischievous smirk. “Deeper, huh? Got it.” You make sure to draw out the word, giving her a pointed look.

Natasha raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, though you notice the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. You keep teasing. “What if I can't get it all? Maybe I need some help… I’m sure you’ve got more experience with this.”

She laughs, shaking her head as if she’s used to your antics. But she plays along, leaning in just slightly. “I could help… but then you’d miss out on all the fun of doing it yourself,” she flirts back, her voice dropping just a little, playful but smooth.

As you carve, the suggestive comments keep flowing, Natasha remarks, “Don’t be afraid to make it bigger, sometimes you just have to really push through.”

“Oh, trust me, I’m not afraid of making it bigger.” You notice how she watches you, her smile widening at your boldness. There's a shared moment of tension, but it’s still lighthearted, the air thickening as you both push the boundaries a little more.

Natasha finally wipes her hands on a towel, standing closer to you as she looks down at your half-carved pumpkin. “You’re getting good at this. I might have to start coming to you for help,” she says, the flirtation clear now.

You smirk, looking up at her. “Oh, I’m always happy to lend a hand… or two, if you need it.”

You’re feeling pretty smug, pushing Natasha’s buttons with your cheeky comments, enjoying the way her eyes darken just a bit more with each tease. But as the playful chat escalates, you realize you may have underestimated your girlfriend.

After your last remark about lending her a hand, Natasha steps closer. The space between you feels smaller now, her presence more intense. She leans over, pretending to inspect your pumpkin, her arm brushing against yours, the contact sparking something that has your breath catching.

“You know,” she murmurs, her voice low and smooth, “for someone who talks such a big game, you’re looking a little… flustered.”

Your confidence wavers for the first time, the bold, flirty front you’ve been putting up starting to crack under her closeness. You can feel her body heat, her arm pressing just a little firmer against yours, and suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of everything about her—her scent, her breath, her fingers barely grazing your wrist as she reaches for the spoon again.

“Flustered? Pfft, no way,” you try to laugh it off, but it comes out shakier than you intended. She notices, of course.

“Oh?” Natasha's voice is laced with amusement now. She picks up the spoon again, leaning even closer as she digs into the pumpkin, her arm brushing your shoulder. “You were so bold a second ago… what happened? Did I say something to make you nervous?”

Her words are soft, but the intent behind them is clear. Your heart races. You can’t tell if it’s because of the closeness or the way her fingers seem to linger on your arm just a bit too long. You feel your face heat up, and the teasing confidence you had a moment ago evaporates.

“N-no, I’m fine,” you stammer, but Natasha’s smirk tells you she doesn’t believe a word of it.

“Mmm, I don’t know… you seem a little quiet all of a sudden. Where’s all that sass gone?” Her voice is teasing, but there’s an edge to it that has you swallowing hard.

You fumble with your spoon, trying to focus on your pumpkin, but Natasha’s hand suddenly covers yours, guiding it. Her touch is firm but gentle, and you realize how shaky your own hand has become. She leans in, her lips dangerously close to your ear.

“Deeper,” she whispers again, this time her voice lower, more intimate. The word sends a shiver down your spine, and you nearly drop the spoon.

Her breath brushes against your neck, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You can’t think of anything to say, all the bratty confidence you’d had melting under the intensity of her attention. “What’s wrong?” she asks, her tone teasing but soft, like she’s genuinely enjoying watching you unravel. “You’re not backing down already, are you?”

You try to regain control, but Natasha’s hand lingers on yours, and she shifts just a little closer, her body now pressing lightly against yours as she leans forward to inspect the pumpkin. Her proximity is overwhelming, and you can feel the heat from her body seeping into yours, making it harder to concentrate.

“I-I’m not backing down,” you manage to say, but your voice is quieter, less sure. You hate how easily she’s turning the tables on you, but the way her fingers lightly trace patterns on your skin makes it hard to think straight.

Natasha chuckles, and you can feel the vibration of her laughter against your shoulder. She straightens up but doesn’t move away. Instead, she tilts your chin up with her finger, forcing you to meet her gaze.

“Are you sure about that?” she asks, her eyes locked on yours. The intensity of her gaze makes your pulse quicken, and for a second, you forget how to breathe.

You nod, but it’s clear you’re no longer in control of the situation. Natasha’s lips curl into a smirk, and she leans in, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, “Good. Because I like it when you squirm.”

Her words send a jolt of electricity through you. You’re not sure if it’s her touch, her voice, or the way she’s looking at you like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you.

And she knows it really well.

You’re still trying to gather yourself when Natasha takes the spoon from your hand, her fingers brushing against yours in a way that makes your heart skip. She looks at the pumpkin, then back at you with a glint in her eyes, the playful energy between you two thickening.

“You’re struggling with this, huh?” she teases, holding the spoon as if she’s still considering whether it’ll do the job.

“I’ve got it,” you protest weakly, but your voice isn’t convincing—especially not with the way your pulse is racing.

Natasha tilts her head, watching you for a moment before slowly shaking her head. “I don’t think this spoon is going to cut it,” she says, her voice low. She tosses the spoon aside, the soft clink barely registering in your mind. “Sometimes, you just have to get in there with your hands, really dig deep to get what you want.”

Your breath hitches as she grabs your hand, pulling it toward the pumpkin. Her fingers wrap around yours, warm and strong, and you feel her body shift even closer until her chest is lightly pressed against your back. The contact is intoxicating, her presence swallowing you up. She leans down, her lips hovering just over your ear.

“Don’t be shy,” she whispers, her voice sultry. “You were so eager to get in deep, weren’t you?”

The teasing tone sends a shiver through you, and you nod without thinking, too distracted by the way her breath feels hot against your skin. Natasha's fingers tighten around yours as she guides your hand into the pumpkin, her body pressing closer.

“Like this,” she murmurs, her lips brushing your ear. Her hand covers yours as you both reach into the hollowed pumpkin. The sensation of the cool, squishy insides mixes with the heat of her touch, making it hard to focus on anything but the feel of her against you.

She chuckles softly when she feels your hand tremble under hers. “Getting messy already?” she teases, her voice like velvet. “I told you, you’ve got to get all the way in… can’t just half-ass it.”

You swallow hard, trying to keep up with her banter, but it’s impossible to think clearly when she’s this close. Natasha slowly pulls your hand deeper into the pumpkin, her breath now warm on your neck.

“You need to scoop it all out,” she whispers, her lips grazing your skin as she speaks. “Get every last bit. Can’t leave anything behind, right?” There’s a clear double meaning in her words, and it’s not lost on you. The tension is unbearable, but somehow thrilling.

You try to respond, but your voice fails you, caught in your throat as her fingers slide over yours, helping you scoop out more of the pumpkin’s insides. Your breathing is shaky, and Natasha's grip tightens as she senses your hesitation.

“What’s wrong? Not so confident now, are you?” Her voice is teasing but hushed, like a secret only the two of you share. “You know, I love seeing you like this… so quiet, so obedient. It’s a nice change from all that sass earlier.”

You try to say something - anything, but all that comes out is a shaky breath. Natasha’s chuckle is low, the sound vibrating against your back.

“That’s what I thought,” she whispers, her lips just grazing your ear again. “All that talk, and now look at you… completely at my mercy.”

You feel her hand shift slightly, her fingers curling tighter around yours as you both pull a handful of pumpkin guts from the inside. The squelching sound fills the silence, but all you can focus on is how close she is, how her lips are almost brushing against your skin.

Natasha pulls your hand out of the pumpkin, still holding it in hers, the sticky pumpkin innards clinging to your fingers. She leans in even closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “See? Isn’t it better when you just let me take control?”

Your heart pounds, and you can’t help but nod. She smirks, obviously pleased with your reaction, and gently squeezes your hand, letting the pumpkin flesh fall to the table.

“You’re such a mess,” she murmurs, her voice a tantalizing mix of teasing and affection. “But I like it. You’re cute when you squirm.”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the rush of nervous energy that’s overtaken you. Natasha turns your hand over in hers, inspecting the sticky mess on your fingers with a thoughtful look.

“Guess we’ll have to clean this up, huh?” she muses, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. The smirk that spreads across her lips is wicked, and you know she’s not just talking about the pumpkin. She´s talking about the mess between your legs too.

Her thumb brushes over your knuckles, her touch sending another wave of heat through you. She leans in, her breath once again warm on your neck as she whispers, “Next time, maybe we can skip the pumpkins… and just get messy with each other.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and before you can even think of a response, she presses a soft kiss just below your ear, the contact so light, but enough to make your knees go weak.

In the end, it wasn’t just the pumpkins Natasha worked her hands through.

Thank you for reading!

[kuni-kuun]

please please please I'm clinging on to you by the toes how do you draw your perspectives so deliciously (ty for posting kunizai art too sm btw you're doing our wretched Lord asagiri sensei's work)

U guys flatter me sm but im afraid i do not know how i draw either .. its funny enough to ME that people are saying im good at perspective because i litterally have never been good at it before 😭 ill try to explain as best i can though from my own experience !

My first advice is probably to not worry about anatomy too much; im 100% sure my anatomy is hella off in all my drawings. But in perspective art, u can still somehow make it work with foreshortening!

Especially for parts like arms, i usually just simplify it in 3 parts, the shoulder area, the forearm and the hand - foreshortening can be helped a lot by the folds of the clothes, so you can kind of still create a border to differentiate the parts of the body. And feel free to simplify the anatomy etc. And also embrace more "cartoonish" shapes- i draw a lot of weirdly curved legs but it works for a more dynamic-looking piece (i think)

Next would be to think of the art piece in terms of shapes. And also to not be afraid of using curved lines instead of straight ones

Using curved lines for areas that are too close or too far seem to work best for me in creating a sort of fish-eye lense that makes the background look warped, but dynamic!

Next, my favorite shape in terms of composition would be triangles. Especially for perspective top-down poses, it really gives you a general shape that the body could take based on that view

For compositions, i like it because i think it works well for balance, it has a very strong shape and works for visualizing foreground, middle ground, and background (the largest part (base) is closest to the viewer, the farther it goes the smaller the object gets). It prpbably helps if you have those point perspective ruler stuff that comes with some art apps. Also i use ibis and i sometimes use the transform tool to stretch or reshape a part until it flows better in the composition.

In terms of color, i usually work darker to lighter, from foreground to background. Darker objects nearer to the front and lighter objects at the back work a lot better for depth since the ones closer are more in focus and detailed while the lighter the object gets the more it seems to "fade" away.

Anyways i am certainly no professional and to be honest, most of this is me getting an idea or picture in my head that i go through trial and error to execute so i still advise you all to search up guides or references (i look for a lot of ideas on pinterest) and have fun ! If you still have questions, i will do my best to reply

[user-rui]

Dominant!Seme!Male!Reader x Submissive!Uke!Male!Insert - Part 2

(U/n) = Uke name

(Y/n) = Your name

Here's the second part to this story.

A simple, smutty short story. Will contain BDSM. I did the opposite earlier in the book, but I think it's time to do it the other way around. The scenario I'm imagining is like the uke is a 'pet', and the seme is a master, just so that you can better understand the story. They're still in a romantic relationship, but they enjoy sex this way.

-Narrator's Pov-

"Inside you? But there's already two toys inside you, I won't fit," You stated as you began to strip, letting your own monster of a cock free from the confinements of your pants. "You want me to put it in with everything else right?" You said, your voice sounding very sarcastic.

"N-no~! I-I'll break if.. If you dooo~!" He cried, looking back to see your erect member. He squealed and looked back at the bed, both excited and scared. "Maybe if you push the tail out, I can put mine in. I'll give you three minutes, just using your ass, see if you can push the tail out. And if you don't..." You trailed, brushing your tip against the entrance, making the other whimper in fear at what you would do. (U/n) began to push the toy out, making distressed and pleasured noises as he squeezed his ass, trying to get the toy out.

"You have a minute."

The smaller male cried out and tried harder, more tears forming in the corners of his eyes as managed to get it out just in time. "Well done," You chuckled, getting onto the bed and behind the other, rubbing your member a little and applying some lube. "(Y-y/n)... V-vibrator..." (U/n) panted, whining a little as he felt the smaller toy still deep inside. "W-wait..! Vibrator!"

"Why wait? I'm sure you can handle a vibrator along with my cock," You seductively said as you trailed a finger over his back, making him shiver at the touch. Without further warning, you shoved your member inside of the other, until you were balls deep.

You let out a pleasured sigh as the vibrator came into contact with your sensitive organ, and you grabbed the remote to turn the toy onto the highest setting, making (U/n) arch his back and let out loud and lewd moan. You had began to pound from the near beginning of inserting your member into the other's wet core, pounding mercilessly as he cried and groaned, making music to your ears.

It fueled you to go faster, harder, until the smaller male lost his voice. "I told you, Ngh.. You can handle it~" You said, panting heavily from the amount of force being used. You held onto his waist, slightly digging your nails into the other's soft skin as you pulled him towards you with every thrust, harshly pushing the toy against (U/n)'s prostate.

"AHHHHH~!!" He screeched, his voice breaking at several points as you felt him tighten and shudder violently. "Dry orgasm, hm~?" You groan, not stopping your movements, even though the smaller male was practically a corpse underneath you. (U/n) was a moaning mess, and a mess in general.

His (uke hair colour) locks were messily scattered, and even a bit wet from all the tears and saliva that was overflowing out of him. He shook whenever you pushed into him, and he didn't have the energy to even grip the sheets anymore.

"P-pwease... N-n-need... C-cum..." He mumbled, his eyes were lidded and his tongue was sticking out. He mumbled some more, weakly shaking his head in protest as you felt your orgasm draw near. You were grunting as you sped up, closing your eyes in pure bliss, feeling your orgasm come.

You let a satisfied moan escape your mouth as you let your semen flow into the smaller male, making his eyes widen at the sudden feeling of warm liquid invading his ass. 

You reached down to remove the metal ring, which was covered in pre cum, and almost immediately, you could feel (U/n) member twitching violently as his seed spilled all over the blankets. The smaller male arched his back and let out a lewd moan as he rode out his orgasm.

"That was amazing," You huffed out, catching your breath from the intensity of the release. "Don't you agree?" You looked at the other male with a puzzled expression when you didn't get a response.

Even though he was still twitching and jerking at times, (U/n) was beyond exhausted and was definitely not going to wake up any time soon. You chuckled and turned off the vibrator, removing it from the other's ass.

You took off the cuffs and got up to go to the washroom to get something to quickly wash the other off. After changing the bed sheets for the back up one's you keep in the closet, you slipped into bed, holding the other close to you. "Good night, (U/n). I love you," You mumbled, feeling the tiredness of the previous activity kick in. Best sex ever... You thought as a tired smile appeared on your face before you drifted off to sleep, feeling your lover's warmth next to you.

[zombeebunnie]

Trembling Essence:💙Cabin development progress💙

Helloo guys and welcome new followers it's been a long while, now that spooky month is over here's how the game is coming along!

A very big thank you to the recent influx of interest around 2 weeks or so ago, I wasn't expecting much since I was busy/drawing for Noahween. :,,]

**I'm going to still be busy but in good news not as much as before. Game development posts might be every 1-2 weeks now depending on how things go! :,]

After I posted the previous game development I wasn't able to work on the game until recently and I wanted to give myself another week to re-adjust before saying anything.

Now that I'm getting settled in here's what I've been doing to the game:

Dialog adjustments:

I've been going through and gradually adjusting certain scenarios. I want to keep the foreboding flow with hints of comfort in between so I'm still adding a little more depth on how the player(Y/N) feels/reacts from being back in the cabin again and Noah's attempt at hospitality during this segment. I also cut down the dialog again by combining smaller sentences into one text box unless the situation calls for it to be separated. :]

More CG work in progress:

One quality of life change I really wanted to do back then was add a few CG's of Noah when you're back in the cabin again. Originally there was going to be one or two in the [Extended Demo] but they were scrapped because my art skills weren't where they are now and I still need to practice perspective, etc but enjoy these really really rough sketches, the second one is old but I'm trying to figure out how I want it to look and how I want the pose to be. :,,]

Choices that effects Noah's closeness with the player(Y/N):

Some of Noah's reactions to the player(Y/N)'s decisions give a neutral response versus a negative one that effects closeness are still being worked on. I'm going through everything but the process will need a lot of careful planning. Just have to make sure all the variables line up. :]

If you like what I create, please consider supporting what I do on kofi! All donations and tips help tremendously while I continue to work on the game. Thank you to those that optionally bought the [Extended Demo] and the March 2023 demo on itch.io. :,]

Q&A / Ask box is open:

To know and understand Noah through Asks and random posts about lore, they'll be under #Get to know: Noah ! :]

**Some asks won't be answered if it contains spoilers but I do appreciate what I receive. :,,]

If you have any questions about Trembling Essence/Noah feel free to ask here or on itch.io please. This makes it easier for me to see and answer accordingly! I enjoy hearing from you guys!

Thank you to everyone for the continued support during this long game development absence! >:]

[windvexer]

This is kind of a large question so I apologize but I guess I'm curious on how you're able to get such specific or like. unique (i mean this in a good way) answers from tarot? Like your "what magic should i learn next" stuff or how to pick up what a spirit can do through tarot. like idk how to translate these cards into what the spirit is trying to say

Hi!

There's no easy answer to this question, partially because I've now been reading tarot for almost exactly 16 years. This isn't at all to say that it's just the passage of time, but that in that amount of time I've done tons and tons of different things to expand my understanding of, and usage, of tarot.

Tarot didn't come to me very easily, and part of that journey was doing a lot of experimentation in an effort to figure it all out. My reading practice is still very much typified by a huge amount of experimentation and custom reading methods.

It hasn't been a linear process at all. I go through periods of months (or more!) where tarot just doesn't click for me, at all. So just because I picked up my first tarot deck 16 years ago doesn't mean that I've kept a consistent practice (I'm just now getting back into it after just such a fallow period ^-^)

My feelings on experimentation is that it gives me new ways to think about not only the cards, but also spreads, methodologies, and readings as a whole.

In addition, my experiments with other forms of divination (most especially casting lots, energy readings, and playing card readings) have heavily influenced my tarot readings.

Here is a post I wrote that I think expresses my feelings on experimenting within tarot.

Here are some examples of tarot experiments I've performed, and/or methodologies I've explored. It's these sorts of things that have been building blocks in my abilities in tarot. But no single one of them was a "key."

Elemental dignities: The elements of the cards dictates how they interact with each other. Air + fire can mean a supercharged firestorm, but water + fire can mean a controlled fire under a stewpot, or blocked progress of the fire. This experiment helps with understanding how cards can link together, and how energy can flow within a spread.

Elemental landscapes: Spreads are laid down in lines or grids and each card represents one aspect of the landscape. You must brainstorm and choose your own meanings. E.g., 8/wands is an exploding volcano. Queen/Cups is a lake inhabited by mermaids. Read the flow of weather patterns and energies through the spread as an answer to the question. This experiment helps with intuitive reading and working with a spread as a whole, instead of focusing on individual cards.

Elemental portents: Assign an element to your question. Draw a card. If the element on the card agrees with the element of your question, the portent is good; if it disagrees, the portent is bad. This experiment helps with learning how to phrase questions and how the question themselves can influence the balance of the deck.

Astral landscapes: This was an elaborate system I built around the Wooden Tarot. I worked with each card to assign it a mystical association that could occur in an astral landscape. The major arcana were spirits who could travel across the landscape. Each spread was like a playing board of a generated landscape and the spirits that interacted inside of it. This experiment was fun for considering the metaphysical ramifications of the energies of the cards themselves.

Numerical virtues: The number value of the card indicates its power and magnitude in the spread. 2 and 3 value cards are always of smaller power and significance. 10 and court cards are always of higher value. Aces may be high or low. This experiment gave me a new way of thinking about importance of each card, and how to blend magnitudes of significance.

Infinite directional wheel: I wrote a post on this actually, but basically you can keep placing cards forever in the cross-quarter positions. It's a meditation on the concept of elements and directions within witchcraft. Also, an extremely useful spread. This was a vital experiment for me in understanding spreadwork, flow of information, and linking cards.

Card doubling and tripling: Place two (or 3) cards together and determine the meaning as if it's one single card; there is no border, and the images combine with each other. The pictures and meanings of each combine into a single card.

Card doubling and tripling, but in spreads: For each position in the spread, place two cards (or three cards!) in place of one. Read the dyads or triads as if they are a single card. It isn't beginning/middle/end; it's a single triple-complex card! These doubling experiments helped me with the concept of card linking and blending meanings into unique interpretations.

Custom meaning sets: Basically, swap out all the default meanings with your own. Extremely useful IMO in learning how sets of meanings work together, and how to balance sets of meanings. I wrote a post on it here. These experiments have perhaps been the most vital for me in developing new interpretations. I believe that the magical skills readings you referenced were the result of custom meaning sets.

No meaning sets: Instead of using any card meanings, all spreads are resolved using a combination of elemental portents and numerical virtues. I.e., the element and number of a card in relation to other cards in the spread determines the reading. Here, the experimentation is allowing the cards to have strict, defined roles within a spread that can't be overwritten by personal intuition.

As a final note, I highly, highly recommend recording every reading you do and every card you draw. For the first couple years of my practice I recorded all readings, and it was a huge boost to my learning.

[genericpuff]

Hey puff you have a day job right? How do you keep the motivation/discipline to create comics regularly and be an active blogger?

I've mentioned this a few times before and generally try to be as transparent as possible as I can when it comes to my real life circumstances and how they affect - and allow - my comic production schedule, because when it comes right down to it, I'm in a very privileged position that allows me certain luxuries that other comic creators simply don't have. And I don't really like the idea of someone seeing what I do and like... thinking that's a bar they have to meet because it often comes with a complete misinterpretation of what circumstances I'm in that may vary extremely from their own. Y'all are seeing a tip of a very large iceberg, y'know?

I do have a day job, I work as a tattoo artist, however my schedule is very much my own to control and while that comes with a lot of pressure to find my own work, it also allows for me to have flexibility with my other projects. That said, I'm only able to be that flexible because when I'm making money, I'm making really decent money (and with far less hours than I would need to make my living if I was working in retail still) and when I'm not, I've got a partner who makes a more consistent living that may have a much smaller hourly than what I get hourly for tattooing, but is still a decent hourly compared to minimum wage that he's able to handle bills while I get back on my feet (and there have been tons of times where our situations have been reversed, where I've been making good money and he's been needing extra help; it's honestly kind of some cosmic prank, the two of us can never seem to be doing financially well at the same time lmao)

Right now, we're just starting to come out of a slow winter season, so I've had more time than ever to sink into my personal projects. It does get stressful at times having such inconsistent payouts through the ebbs and flows of tattooing, but I try to be at peace with those slow seasons because it allows me to work on my passion projects. Especially when I've got not one, not two, but three separate tattoo expos (so far) to do this summer, which is gonna be (hopefully) three separate 30 hour weekends of straight tattooing haha And while I say hopefully (because yay good money and good publicity!) it's also gonna be extremely stressful and exhausting so I'm trying not to take the slower season for granted, because I know I'll be wishing for it again when I'm in the midst of it. And that's not even including all the other events I have booked this year that are purely for vendoring (so unrelated to tattooing) that are also gonna be crazy.

That said, the past couple years have felt particularly hard, but I know it's because we're unfortunately in the midst of a massive economic recession that has seen people spending less on luxury things - and that includes tattoos. But my comics and other personal projects give me a great outlet for my ideas and thoughts, and while projects like Rekindled are unfortunately not something I feel comfortable monetizing, they are ultimately projects that bring me a lot of joy and I think that's the best I can ask for nowadays while I wait in the hopes that things get better soon in the real world.

As for getting that motivation/discipline, I don't really have one solid answer. The reality is just that I've been doing this for a long, long time, so not drawing comics feels like not doing any other established good habit. What you may feel wondering how I manage to work so long on a single comic project with such hefty updates is undoubtedly pretty close to what I feel wondering how the fuck people manage to go to the gym LOL It's taken a lot of routine building and repetition and it's as natural as breathing to me at this point, I just feel gross when I've gone a day without drawing comics in some form. That routine has helped me get better and faster at creating as well. When I started my first long-form comic series, I started out just drawing a page a day - often taking 3-4 weeks to complete a chapter - and by the time it was done 7 years later, I was putting out a chapter a week. And then that turned into 60-90 panels of full color art a week... nah, I don't recommend anyone do that on their own like I did, I can't even do that anymore and looking back I'm in shock how I was able to pull that off, and not in an amazed "why can't I do that anymore, I used to be so awesome!" way, but more in a "oh god why did I do that to myself, no wonder I'm burnt out" way.

And honestly that's kind of the reality of it, while I'm putting out consistent updates of Rekindled that are in full color and are - in my opinion - some of the best work I've put out in the last few years, I'm also struggling to rebuild habits with my original project because I've simply fallen out of practice. I'm one person responsible for all the work I've put out, and yet when it comes to looking at the projects I still have sitting on the backburner, I still feel a sort of internalized version of Person A looking at Person B and asking "how the hell do you do it???" just like you're asking me now lol I'm working on it though and trying to get back to it little by little, day by day. On rare occasions I actually get something productive done and make progress LOL

That said, none of it has come without consequences. I've spent the majority of my artistic journey working on the same project which I feel has severely stunted my outreach and set me back in my growth; after all, we only ever see and judge the merit of webcomic projects based on the 1% of people who got lucky and achieved some semblance of fame and recognition out of it, you never see the people who have spent years still picking away at the same project from the bottom with little to show for it besides the work that's going unseen. I've also already got way more back and hip pain than one should have by their late 20's and that's definitely a consequence of spending so many hours every single day working on comics. As much as I've built some great habits that have made my comics and art better, I've also ended up with some very bad ones that a lot of people don't see because all they see is the results from the good ones. So that's something that I hope I can at least warn people about, even as a reminder to stand up and stretch every now and then and get their proper amount of sleep LMAO

And then when it comes to the blogging... I'm an AuDHD person with a lot to say and I can type at 137/wpm. So that's all there is to that ♡( ◡‿◡ )

[jils-things]

Hey jil, I wanna get back into doing art so I’m doing art studies and I really like your style and inspired by it, so i was wondering how do you draw hands/anatomy and who/what inspires your art styles and have any other tips/advice or video recommendations?

HELLO!! this ask made me smile so much, thank you!! i'm glad to spark inspiration for you <3 i'll try my best to explain it :)

hands and anatomy

lets go with anatomy first: i highly recommend working with chibis first. (if not chibi, then like, just make them look smaller and ignore the more realistic body details) chibis are a good start because theyre small, you dont have to fuss over the small details like the thickness to smallness of your arm, and legs. (<- i hated doing that back then) LMAO

i draw the limbs like very thick tubes!! it helps a lot for baby steps

believe me or not, but this discovery of mine was actually very recent ;-; i realized chibi helped so much in making poses and i started doing more chibi after that and then merging it with my actual style. which is why i can do a lot of decent fullbody poses lately :'D

when you do chibis first, you'll eventually get a grasp of how the body moves, how an arm moves, how a leg bends, so and so. once you get the gist of it, try doing more dynamic poses!

i like making a character ... for lack of a better word... "spread their legs". it makes them feel more lively! its also why i like to make my ocs/s/is in selfs.hip art "raise their leg" (see third photo) because it gives more personality like that!

one of my main inspirations for making wild poses is lupin iii. i'm very serious when i say this- lupin iii's zany ass legs helped me make my characters feel more energetic! see some examples:

even if lupin iii wasnt trying to look cool - there's a lot of flow and energy in his pose. its very fun for me to look at. btw hes my monkey boyfriend i love and miss him very much i miss my 2021 era Anyways

also also, once you start to master the chibi style, try making them bigger! like un-chibi them i think HAHAJDAHJDA just slowly add more realistic and anatomically correct features and work around with that :) thats how i kinda got around mine, going from super cute to cool :)

alright hmm,, hands. hands are something i still did not master but as long as i can draw 5 fingers im happy enough HAHAHA

the best advice i can give is just, looking at enough hand poses (even your own hand) until you understand it well and hard enough. even i'm still working on that and its only now im trying to draw knuckles. i believe you!

what inspired my artstyle/current insps:

i really like western cartoons! but i also like eastern animations! so i mixed it both!! ive always aimed for my style to be capable of following both styles if that makes sense....

right now, a few of my favorite artists are

battlegu.itar (also has a DA acc which has non guil.ty gea.r content and its worth checking out too hehe) i love how colorful and expressive the art is, and each character he draws looks so different from the other

t0.bey he's an ID.V fanartist. the artstyle is so shaped and angled. just like the previous artist, they excel in making characters look different from the others. incredibly diverse faces

oneb.adnoodle is an incredible character designer who just knows how to make creative and awesome OCs. the poses are so yummy to me and the style is so Chonky

riko.icoico and alosrovol.o ! i think theyere 2d artists creating a game but i was just there for id.v HAWUEHUHDSUFSSASFS i dont see their works often since theyre only on twt but its really gooodd ahhh <3

this one's near and dear to me, because its my lovely friend beeholyshit! ive learned a lot from him ever since we became friends, and its always so enlightening on my end to see how and what she draws. i dont say it enough but i really look up to her style and i highly recommend checking her out :)

i'm not really a video person when it comes to learning about art, i rely solely on the artwork thats given to me and i will simply look and analyze what i like so much about it and how i can put it into my pen and paper <3

general tips?

OBSERVE YOUR FAVORITE ARTIST LIKE CRAZY. understand how they drew it!! and try doing it yourself!! the next thing you know, you'll go "ohhhhhh thats how you do it"

for the sake of studying, its okay to trace. i repeat, for the SAKE of understanding, trace. do this only for your understanding but PLEASE dont go showing it around like "hey look at this, i copied it somewhere" do it for your learning experience only. dont claim it as yours. heck dont even post it youre just learning. i traced a lot when i was younger but it helped me immensely as i went on and i dont need it anymore

you dont have to follow the typical art forumla like (sketch > lineart > rendering), do whatever makes you comfortable. i hate doing lineart, i just use my sketch and call it a day :^D just do whatever feels more nicey to you. you dont have to please others by following the "formula"

its ok to draw the same thing over and over again. in fact, its probably what makes a fanartist improve so much. they draw their fav character over and over again and it gets better everytime. dont be afraid to do that

this is all i can think about, i hope this helps ;v; if you'd like to use my art as reference in any way shape or form, i'd be very honored! i'm very happy you find inspiration in my art.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A New Life 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Steve Kemp

Summary: You have an unexpected encounter in the park.

Part of the Silverfox AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

There’s a hint of dampness in the flow of spring air. The breeze stirs the leaves and the scent of dirt along with the sprouting leaves. The season of renewal has arrived. You hope there’s a fresh start for more than the foliage.

You sit on a bench along the winding path that leads from the nearby park. You have your journal on your leg, knee hook over the other as you sketch the thin branches of a barren bramble. You cross hatch the dulling end of the pencil, the skitter of unseen critters and winging of birds brushing around you.

Another twenty minutes and you’ll go. You can feel the rain, see it bulging in the clouds looming above. You can’t be very disappointed, at least you got out of the house. You need to do more of that.

You hear footfalls down the path. Heavy and quick. Another jogger passing through. You don’t look over, focusing on adding the patchy grass around the twigs. 

They get closer, looming as they bounce up the path, coming around the curve. This leg of the path isn’t as busy as the others. Many are deterred by the incline. You bend your neck as you raise the notebook slightly, trying to get the angle of the blades just right.

A huff as a shadow hangs over you. Someone claims the empty space next to you on the bench. You make yourself smaller as the jogger sits and bends over their lap, loudly catching their breath. You don’t own the bench, you can’t stop them, but there’s another further up the path.

“Nice day,” he comments as he raises his head, elbows on his legs as he stays hunched over his lap, “spring’s coming.”

You glance over. He’s older. His gray hair has a few lingering streaks of brown and his blue eyes meet yours briefly before you retreat back into your journal. You shrug and hum, “mhmm.”

“Good running weather, not too hot,” he remarks as he sits up, bending his elbow over the back of the bench.

You wouldn’t know. You don’t run. You’re surprised someone his age keeps up the habit.

“You’re an artist,” he points lazily with his hand to your journal.

You nod, “just doodles.”

“I can’t draw at all. Chicken scratch,” he sighs.

Your wall of silence slips into place. You don’t mean to be rude but you’re not overly fond of strangers. You hope he gets the hint.

“Sorry, hope I’m not disturbing you,” he chuckles, “you know, ever since my wife died, I just… spill all over.” He sits up and clears his throat, “like right now.”

You fidget and rest the pencil between the pages, closing the journal. “I’m sorry about your wife,” you eke out, a tremor of guilt tugging at your heart.

“That’s life, I guess,” he says, his other hand twiddling on his thigh, “can’t all be sunshine,” he looks up, “gotta rain sometime.” He stands and puts his hands on his hips, facing you, “probably soon, ya know? Wouldn’t want that pretty art to get ruined.”

“Uh, yeah,” you hug the book to your stomach, “thanks.”

“Er,” he reaches to rub his neck then drops his hand again, the front of his light zip-up straining across his shoulders, “I guess it’s been a while for me, I’m Steve.”

He offers his hand. You look at it. It isn’t the strangest encounter you’ve had but unexpected nonetheless. You left the house for some alone time. To get away from the stomping and hollering above your basement unit. Now you’re being pestered by this lonely widower.

That last thought once more fills you with guilt. You shouldn’t think like that. It’s selfish. You have your issues but you’re not mourning someone you love.

You relent and give your name as you reach for your hand. As you clutch it, you feel a strange prick against the heel of your palm. He clings to you, shifting oddly as the stabbing deepens in your hand. He holds onto you a strange sensation flows into your veins.

He lets you go as you recoil and hold up your hand. There’s a tink against the brickwork below the bench. You look down at the syringe as your journal slips out of your grasp. What the heck?

Panic erupts from your stomach and you try to scream but your voice catches in your throat. You set your feet and push yourself up, thinking only of fleeing. Who is this man? Why would he do this? What did he inject you with?

The horror courses through you the mysterious serum. Your vision hazes at the edges as you stumble on your wobbly legs, teetering back and forth. The man puts his arms out as you stagger and he brings you against him, hushing you as your head lolls back. Your eyes widen as he pets your forehead.

“Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he embraces you, “don’t fight it.”

You can only choke out a splintered moan. You hear more people. A group chattering as their footsteps echo up the path. He draws you into him, pushing your head forward to hide your face against his shoulder. He sways and coos as heaviness floods your limbs.

“Love you, baby,” he says loudly for the passing audience, kissing the top of your head.

You groan and try to fight him off. You only manage to lean harder into him. Your legs slacken as he’s the only thing holding you up. The group passes as they continue to talk about some party. You blink and your lashes stick together.

“Just breathe, it feels good once you let it happen,” he coaxes, “breathe, sweetheart.”

You take a breath, chest hammering, and let it out. Before you can expel all the air from your lungs, the world is black. You collapse into the void and the snare of this man.

[walkingaroundlostandconfused]

Verse: where is the "good" in goodbye

Pairing: Baji/Takemichi

Note: a scene that was cut because I was going back and forth between writing everyone having an additional goodbye scene, but it wasn't flowing how i wanted it. but one of the first ones i drafted was baji's, under the cut.

Summary: Thinking back on it, Baji understood that Hanagaki had actually been the one spoiling them, always forgiving them, always reaching out to them first.

Warning: Losercore!OOC!Baji.

There were some guys ganging up on one person by the side of the riverbed.

Baji moved. It wasn't because he was some heroic person, and it wasn't because he just wanted a fight that could help him drown his head out. He was just desperate. A familiar mop of hair and a pair of familiar crutches made it so obvious and clear. It was a desperation that he couldn't quite contain. As a result, it came out like a flash flood.

"Manji's going to end with you!"

They yelled out, and Baji's desperation clawed up and out. Hands clenched into fists, he couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed a fight.

He could only see that one guy.

"Manji and I have nothing to do with each other," Hanagaki spoke out, and Baji felt like there was something heavy and sharp puncturing his heart.

Baji smacked the first guy out of his way. Then the second. By the time he made it in front of Hanagaki, he grabbed his shoulders and held him tightly. Did he punch the guys out too fast? How come he still didn't know what to say?

Fear, Baji thought, was thin enough that he could wrap his entire hand around the meat of his arm and have his fingers meet on the other side. A single glance from this small thing, and they'd be marching into the store to get whatever caught his eye. A single sentence from this weak thing and Baji felt like the world was splintering under his feet and tearing apart. A single sentence from this guy and Tokyo would move. He was smaller than him, and carries a burden that Baji couldn't fathom with ease. There used to be a time when Baji could draw unlimited stamina, unlimited strength, when he knew this man was fighting, too.

And now, all he had was this fear.

"I'm sorry," he blurted out, because he didn't want to fight and he wanted this emptiness to stop aching so bad. "I'm sorry, and I'll work on it. I'll work on it and I'll earn your forgiveness so please-" his voice broke and his vision blurred and this was not Baji Keisuke the fearless First Division Captain of their Manji- "please talk to me."

The same way that it was not his Hanagaki, who made him feel like the sun would never set.

Hanagaki stilled under his grip, before his hands came up to touch Baji's arms.

Snapping his head up, Baji paused when he realized how Hanagaki's eyes were welling with tears. The stupid crybaby, he was the one that was trying to pull away from them, so where did he get off? Why was he crying?

Didn't he know how much Baji hated it when he cried?

Baji felt distant from himself. He felt like he was watching this from someone else's body, that it wasn't him, Baji, that Hanagaki was acting like this with. It was a distant someone else that meant nothing to Baji and probably everything to Hanagaki.

Around now, Hanagaki would break down crying, saying that he was sorry when he had nothing to be sorry about, and Baji would drag him out of the cold and to his home instead. He'd sandwich Hanagaki between Matsuno and Hanemiya, pass them snacks and first-aid, and sleep in uncomfortably close and awkward positions, crammed in Baji's room, until his mom yelled at all of them to eat breakfast and go to school. It was something that happened now and then, and Baji figured it would happen for the rest of their lives and that was fine because he had them, and they had him. It didn't matter when or where, Baji would always come to get Hanagaki. School or fight, dusk or dawn, Baji had Hanagaki.

And Hanagaki had him.

Hanagaki had never, actually, been angry or upset with him before. Thinking back on it, Baji understood that Hanagaki had actually been the one spoiling them, always forgiving them, always reaching out to them first. While Baji had mocked him for crying all the time, Hanagaki always knew what really mattered in the world.

And look where that landed Baji. In that sense, he wondered if Hanagaki had just gotten tired of him.

"G-get off me."

And Hanagaki looked away, not even looking at Baji as he pushed away from the older teen and tried to wiggle away.

"Hey," Baji's voice was quiet as Hanagaki avoided stepping on the mess of delinquents Baji took care of.

He watched him pick up the crutches on the ground, and wondered if he remembered all the times Baji carried him on his back. If Hanagaki needed legs, Baji would do it. Did he remember?

"if you really leave it like this, that's the end of us."

Hanagaki hobbled up the slippery, slopey part of the hill. If Hanagaki needed to crawl out, Baji would do that, carry him, crawl with him, whatever. That's how important this was to him.

"I'll forget about you!" he shouted out, lying for the whole world to hear. "I won't even remember your name after this!"

Hanagaki didn't turn around.

"Takemitchy!" he yelled out, and even his name was hurting him. It cut the inside of his throat, tore out of his mouth like acid, and burned his chest to his heart. He wasn't sure when he'd be able to say his name again.

But Hanagaki walked away, which was an answer enough.

And standing there, by the riverbed where Hanagaki and he used to lay down and watch the sun sink, Baji met his first loss since the inception of Tokyo Manji.

[iztea]

They still feel off specially the eyes i could feel them about to manifest their own life and run off

Even my linework is ... Idk what's wrong and it's the problem maybe I'm staring too much but I don't think so

Sorry for bothering alot but i loved your last advice ty

i think the main problem with the first picture has to do with the proportions and anatomy of the lower body area aka the neck and shoulders. i'd make the shoulders wider and add some sort of form to the neck so that it looks believable instead of a flat rectangle shape ( maybe make it slimmer a bit too? although that might be just a stylistic choice so you do you). That's the first thing i'd fix because otherwise the head looks too big in comparison to the rest of the body, and it can throw you off

I actually think you did a great job with the eyes, they have a lot of life and that comes from the fact that they are the most rendered part of your piece, which is not a bad thing. The thing is, while it is true that the eyes are the main focal point of a face and portrait in general, that doesn't mean you can neglect the other parts, so i think it is also a consistency issue or not figuring out exactly what sort of style or rendering you want to go with that holds you back (which is totally fine and normal ofc). So let's pick a semi-realistic stylized rendering style for this since this is the vibe i'm getting from this piece.

If that's the style we're going for, then the face should have a bit more form. You have to remember that our facial features ( eyes, nose, lips) are connected with each other via the planes of the face, right? So, for a semirealistic style, revisit your reference and try to idenitify what those planes are and how they connect to those features, and most importantly, where the shadows hit, and just accentuate them more, because at the moment they look like 3rd forms plastered over a 2d surface which is not right, our skin has form as well. Color-wise, don't be afraid to go darker with the shadows, they really make your drawings pop. Without looking at a reference, i'd def add some shadow under the lips, a bit where the lips connect to the nose, under the neck, and in the lower body area.

I'm really trying to avoid the most basic answer which is " practice anatomy !!1! " because everyone can say that however, at the end of the day, this is the main thing the face lacks. And tbvh you don't have to actually know anatomy, you just gotta know some proportions things that make the face look believable enough. I feel like the features are mostly just drawn from the reference without an understanding of the structure behind it. Something tells me that in the reference picture, the person had their head tilted a bit upwards, but here it's kinda flat and the features are just painted without following the motion. Try to draw over your reference picture the vertical and horizontal lines and make up the head shape behind it to figure out the way it is tilting and facing, because the lips, eyes nose, etc will follow that same sort of flow, they're not stationary. I'd also make the eyes a bit smaller, or maybe make the skull bigger bc i think they are touching the outer edge too much now, and also narrow the distance between the nose and lips just a bit. Kinda hard to explain without actually doing it myself. But really, try to play with that, and try getting comfy with drawing 3d forms i know it's easier said than done but..... there really isn't any shortcut unfortunately As for the lineart drawing, yes it's actually pretty solid, i like that duplicate blur thing you did, i'm familiar with that technique and it def has its perks so that's great. Im not an expert on lineart, however here i think there are too many " unnecessary" lines that could easily be omitted (purple). Less is more and all that~ The hair strands at the end feel too stiff and identical (green). If you notice, they all just end in this " V" shape and they rarely overlap thus making the image look flat. Try to break this pattern by introducing more spontaneity aka random hairflies, making the strands overlap, adding more shape variety etc

Make sure that the lines connect properly whenever they meet, and also although you already did it and i think that's great, you can make some lines even thicker, go even further and add even more lineweight. As a general thing, usually, the exterior or contour lines are thicker and whatever it is inside is thinner so experiment with that, you can start from the nose- thicker lines for the nostrils thinner for that nose tip i forgot what it's called and also add thin lines that just hint at the form. Lineart is hardd so i don't blame you, but if you're gonna keep the lineart in, try "shading" with black blocks so to speak, make sure the lineart layer can stand on its own, and pay more attention to the lower part area (neck and shoulders) even if it is less exciting to ink

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Forgot how annoying writing longer chapters was for me qwq,

erm so have the first 1k words from the next chapter of scorched!!! Not the full chapter, probs like half of it, trying to get over that 2k mark for chapters :3c

(reader x tf2) | she/her | like 1k words | 'FAKEOUT'

She stood there, eyes slowly looking around her face painted with confusion. Heavy kept walking without her, picking up a lanky robot with such ease, and throwing into a far corner of the training room. The sound of the robotic crash echoed, flowed straight back into her ears making her brain scratch with an uncomfortable feeling of familiarity.

(Y/n) stepped forwards from the double doors, letting it swing back into place behind her, looking around to get a better view of this new area. Paint was messily applied to the walls, an arrow painted on it with red paint, a rainbow painted on as if a child was drawing it. Several scorch-marks painting the floors and walls. Tilting her head up she could even see that the ceiling wasn't safe as there was one large charred patched in the center of the room, with smaller holes covering it with no rhyme or reason to their placements.

Shrapnel littered the floor, every step was joined by the crunch of glass, wood or bits of metal which her foot pushed to the side. "Uh" she started, catching Heavy's attention. "what is this place?" she finished, her eyes focusing on the large pile of several robotic heads in the corner near the door with a dramatic sign reading "DO NOT TOUCH" plastered above it with an American flag in the corner.

"Is training room" The Russian replied, picking up yet another robot as if it weighted nothing but a couple of feathers. When her (e/c) eyes trailed down to meet faces with the robot she froze up, the robot. The robot looked suspiciously like the large man holding it. Down to his nose shape, his facial features and she could bet if it wasn't missing the bottom half of it's body it would be standing at the same height; maybe taller, than Heavy himself. (Y/n) let out an uncomfortable laugh, her gloved hands rubbing together, if her gloves weren't there she'd be picking into her skin.

Letting her eyes fall back down to look at it again she could see the scorch-marks in the side of its face, its left eye dismantled and frayed wires sparking, one arm fallen to the floor scrapping along the concrete as Heavy moved. Dents in its head and body as bullet holes littered it's chest. Something like a shotgun. It's head cracked open, mouth widening to let its mechanical skeleton be exposed, she grimaced as it's one remaining eye burned a bright white, staring at her.

The robot was uncanny, she didn't want to look at the machine for long. It just felt like it was looking deep into her soul. So far back it was reading off her past crimes like a cheap judge at the pearly white gates.

"You want me to fight that ? " She questioned, her voice a mumble as she walked a little closer, eyes still met with the robot's one piercing white one. The led light was sure bright and somehow still working even if the robot it was inside was on its deathbed. She swears it moved when she stepped closer, moved to either keep its sights on her to just to watch her closer and know what she looked like.

She poked it lightly, she couldn't feel it under from inside the heat resident gloves but it moved back, making a metallic noise as it's body moved against itself. "No. These are garbage, not good to fight. Engineer has built new one for Pyro to train with."

She looked up at heavy, nodding with some understanding. "Makes sense.. these look very dismantled" Her eyes moving to the pile of heads, Heavy sighed deeply. "Is Soldier's pile" He replied, dropping the robot to the floor with the rest of them against the wall. All of them in similar condition, it's head was still cranked up which kept it's back straight, letting it continue to watch her. Or well continue to let the someone, who was looking in through that one burning bright eye, watch her for longer.

"so uh, to engineer we go then?" (Y/n) asked, their eyes trailing the room once again briefly. He nodded in response, not saying a word, clearly he was a man of few words and she was okay with that, less talking for her. He opened the door for her to go through and he led her towards Engineer's garage, office, warehouse or well she didn't know what to refer it as.

As they walked she lost herself into thought, she didn't know why Heavy had shown her that room. When it was quite obvious they weren't going to use it to do the training. Maybe it was a threat? Like a show of power, of what this group was capable of. And how crazy some were, looking back at the pile of heads Soldier collected.

Or well, maybe it was a warning. Warning her of what was to come if she didn't perform well against the robots that Engineer had built.

She looked behind her quickly, swearing that she saw something from the corner of her eye, heavy looked back. She narrowed her eyes, maybe this place was gonna make her crazy like that American. "Probably Scout playing prank" Heavy gave an answer, and she looked up. eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed, she didn't believe it. I mean she hasn't been here for long. 2 days atleast so she didn't know the team that well, or she didn't know anything but their appearances and their 'names'. But whatever she saw flash was a bright white light. low to the ground and rolling away.

"ha, well, uh, guess that makes sense" She hummed, still tensed up and clearly uncomfortable.

Engineer opened the door to his workshop with a smile, waving his non gloved hand as a becoming guested to the two Slavic's who stood before his door.

Posted 30.05.2024

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Azula has made no progress since she was sent back to the asylum. Ty Lee believes she can help her, with proper disciple. Tyzula.

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CH30: Holes

"She's getting worse, isn't she?" Azula said, gritting her teeth as she fought to remain calm. Katara continued running the faintly glowing water back and forth over Ty Lee, her brow furrowed in concentration. With a frustrated sigh she placed the water back into her water skin.

"There's nothing physically wrong with her." Katara said, crossing her arms as she stared at her perplexed.

"But she's getting worse." Azula said as she approached the bedside and placed a hand on Ty Lee's forehead. Ty Lee's eyes darted rapidly under her eyelids as sweat beaded down her face.

"Spirits can sometimes have this effect on people. Have either of you journeyed to the spirit world?" Katara asked as she tried to think.

"I haven't since Shuhon Island." Azula said, cupping Ty Lee's face and drawing the excess heat from her. Katara closed her eyes.

"That's where all those factories are now, isn't it?" She said, trying to remember.

"The whole island sits over a well of natural gas." Azula nodded. She had managed to break Ty Lee's fever, if only temporarily.

"Maybe the spirits are upset about the industrialization of the island?" Katara said, grasping at straws.

"Then why her? Why now? Why not the city?" Azula snapped.

"I don't know." Katara said bitterly. "I need some kind of clue to figure this out."

"Why don't you try your spiritual waterbending?" Azula said, gesturing. Katara closed her eyes and raised her hands. Azula frowned. There was no water. How was she supposed to waterbend spiritually or otherwise without her element?

Katara exhaled slowly as she began to move her hands. She was feeling for the flow of Ty Lee's chi pathways. They typically flowed through bodies like great rivers branching off into smaller and smaller streams. Katara felt a sense of relief as she finally sensed them. However it didn't last long.

"There's holes..." She whispered in dreaded disbelief.

"Holes?" Azula asked, confused.

"There's holes in the flow of her chi." Katara said, focusing harder.

"Okay? So what does that mean?" Azula demanded as she grew increasingly frustrated from the stress of it all.

"Her life force is draining out of those holes." Katara said in a barely audible whisper. Azula's heart froze. The silence that hung in the air felt oppressive.

"What?" Azula asked in a cracked voice.

"We need Aang." Katara said, feeling out for the numerous holes in her chi. She opened her eyes and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Azula demanded.

"I have to send a message to Aang." Katara said, heading for the door.

"What am I supposed to do?" Azula asked desperately as she clutched Ty Lee's hand. Katara hesitated at the door frame and glanced back.

"Start packing and get her ready for travel." She said shortly and left. Azula looked down at Ty Lee fearfully. How could this have happened?

After a tense few days of travel their airship finally touched down at the edge of the courtyard of the Earth King's palace. Aang hurried towards them as soon as he spotted their ship. Katara beamed at him as she carefully tied down the ship.

"Aang!" She began as she straightened up. They shared a brief kiss before she noticed the worry etched across his face. "What's wrong?" She asked quietly.

"Where's Ty Lee?" He asked quickly.

"Here." Azula said, carrying over a barely conscious Ty Lee.

"Give her to Katara and get back on the ship." Aang said, as he started untying the ropes anchoring it down. Azula frowned.

"I'm not abandoning her." She said, clutching her protectively.

"Aang what's going on?" Katara asked as she reached for Ty Lee.

"The summit-" Aang glanced behind him as a row of earthbending palace guards approached. "-you have to leave!" He whispered to Azula urgently.

"You can heal her?" She asked as she hesitantly handed Ty Lee over.

"I'll do what I can." He promised as he glanced back. "Go!" Azula grit her teeth. She really didn't want to leave Ty Lee. The guards were closer. Aang started pushing her towards the ship.

"Halt, in the name of the Earth King!" One of them shouted. Azula rolled her eyes. As if a few palace guards- A stone hand suddenly clamped over her mouth before her body was twisted as it sunk into the earth up to her waist. Azula clawed at the hand over her mouth before clawing at the dirt encasing her. Aang readied his staff.

"This isn't the time!" He said, feeling around the earth with his feet. He could sense the numerous Dai Li agents waiting in the ground beneath them.

"The summit has reached its verdict." A man stated as the guards parted to reveal several other dignitaries.

"Firelord Zuko wasn't able to-" Aang argued.

"His absence was noted and he can appeal his case after we have secured-" He said then yelped as a burst of flame shot past his head. Azula sunk lower into the earth, encasing her hands. She continued to glare at the startled man as flame shot from her nostrils. "Someone stop that!" He said pointing. The stone hand moved to cover her nose too.

"Stop!" Aang shouted and sliced his hand forward, ripping the hand from Azula before she could struggle to breathe. "You do not have the authority to-"

"He has the authority of the summit." Another dignitary interrupted.

"And he's the Avatar!" Katara said, gesturing to Aang as she half supported Ty Lee.

"We are well aware of the Avatar's-" One began. Azula wasn't listening as her vision was consumed by rage. Whoever these people were, they were denying Ty Lee access to life saving treatment with their petty squabbles. She inhaled as she prepared to burn them all to a crisp when suddenly everything went dark. She was confused for a split second before she realized she had been pulled completely underground. She could hear muffled voices above her but they were growing fainter as she felt herself being pulled deeper.

"Calm yourself Avatar Aang." The Earth King said, stepping forward. "She's simply being reimprisoned." He straightened his glasses as he stared at the spot where she had vanished. "It's actually rather concerning that she was wandering freely like this. The Fire Nation isn't one to let prisoners escape their borders."

"Unless of course the Fire Lord has been providing special treatment to members of his family." A dignitary said distrustfully. Several other dignitaries began murmuring amongst themselves at the statement.

"We'll send word to Fire Lord Zuko at once." The Earth King said, waving a hand.

"Yes, I'm sure our new allies wouldn't want to jeopardize this new era of peace and collaboration with such deception." An Earth Sage said smugly. Aang glared at them all as he stood his ground.

"Hold her prisoner if you must but nothing else until all the nations are present." Aang said as his knuckles whitened on his staff. "This summit was incomplete in the first place to even have the authority to make such a decision."

"The summit has been in agreement long before now as to how prisoners of the Hundred Year War are to be handled." A watertribe woman said grimly. "None are to be walking free, not without a trial clearing them of their past actions."

"As if she could ever be cleared." An earth noble scoffed. "Unless of course we chose to ignore the siege she led against our great city."

"Or that she captured Omashu." Another earth noble spoke up.

"She probably came back to destabilize the city again." The first suggested.

"She came here for me." Aang said, putting a hand to his chest then gestured to Ty Lee. "To seek help for her friend." A couple of the dignitaries glanced over at Ty Lee curiously.

"Ah, the Kyoshi whore." One said with a mocking laugh. Aang bristled at once and pointed his staff at the man. The other dignitaries parted way. The Earth King cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Nobleman Beifong, that is not how we speak about the esteemed-" He began awkwardly.

"Your majesty," He said nodding to him, "Let's not stand on pretense. We all know how far the Kyoshi Warriors have distanced themselves from Earth Kingdom traditions." He gestured to Ty Lee. "We need no further evidence than this one before us. A disgraced Fire Nation noble allowed to join their ranks and one with direct personal ties to the former princess."

"Yes, but to say- to infer-" The Earth King struggled to find the right word without repeating the offensive term.

"Our spies have gathered as much." He continued unabashedly as the other dignitaries looked at Ty Lee with newfound disgust. "Such an unnatural-"

"Enough!" Aang shouted as he stamped his staff against the ground, sending a great gust of wind out in all directions. A few of the dignitaries jumped as the others covered their faces. "I will not stand by and let you spout off such blind and hateful-!"

"Blind?!" Beifong said, his eyes widening with outrage as a vein throbbed in his temple. "You jest about my granddaughter?!"

"No, I-" Aang put a hand to his face. Did the other Avatars have to deal with such childish behavior from those in power? "You're purposely-"

"Aang." Katara said, putting a hand on his shoulder as she nodded to Ty Lee. "As much as I'd love to put Toph's grandpa in his place," She said, shooting him a look, "we really need to do something about the holes in her chi pathways."

"Perhaps you better take your leave." The Earth King said quietly to Aang. "I can assure you that the former princess will only be imprisoned." Aang hesitated. Katara squeezed his shoulder and gave him a meaningful look. He grit his teeth as he relented.

"I'll hold you to that." He said before whistling for Appa.