#<- for the comparison pic at the end :]

[abisalli]

I was wondering, because I see your art, it's amazing and you're clearly well taught (either self or by an institution) on digital arts, so I'm curious, what led you to them? how the fuck do you do the thing?

I do traditional only, would say I'm chill since in secondary school I chose visual arts modality, but I can't or don't know how to digitalize my shit, so I'm curious about how you got here

Thanks! I'm self-taught and have learned everything via books and the help of the internet :) I don't remember what specifically led me to digital art. I just always liked how clean it could look and how there's so many different tools you can use within a program!

As for how I got here: my first tablet was a simple wacom tablet (I think it was an intuos one for like 50 bucks). Then I downloaded Paint Tool Sai and watched some YouTube tutorials on how to use it... and then just dicked around for a long time (like using different brushes or which canvas size to use so my computer won't crash, etc.) Basically a lot of trial and error.. A few years ago I switched to an iPad and Procreate and haven't looked back since <3 Digital art is just like traditional art in the sense that you first have to familiarize yourself with the tools and try out a lot of different techniques until you find what works best for you!

also just for fun, here's a comparison of a drawing I did in 2016 (when I first got into digital art) and one from 2024 :)

[elsannej]

Maxwell Lord somehow shares the aesthetics and personas of them both

[happytobeherekinda]

nexus if he slayed

[7fff00]

just thinking again about the difficulty of achieving actual escape velocity from the womenswear standard of Pervasive Negative Ease…

[silksinging]

Do you like G1 monster high??

I like both G1 and G3 :>

They have different vibes but both are really fun! I kinda see them as aus of each other. Different formulas getting at the same heart: funky characters playing off each other, with a spooky twist. I can’t get enough of it!

But from G1 I especially appreciate the fashions, the way they’re so specific both to the characters and to the era in which they were created. I also think g1 is a liiiiittle more in-touch with its “source material”, aka early horror movie monsters. That historical connection, as flimsy as it is at times, is what originally drew me in. You can see it in the early g1 materials, they were willing to take risks and that potential remains exciting! Even though they kinda kept it safe the further it went on. Either way, g1 movies quickly became comfort watches for me, and I love the web series’s off-the-wall sense of humour (especially season 2! I think that’s when they peaked.) I’m really excited to see how the upcoming comics are going to expand on the g1 world! They seem to be going a bit deeper in their stories than the og movies or series ever did, and I’m sooooooo here for it. Yessss dive into the psychology of these ghouls give them complicated feelings and inner turmoil YESSSSSSS

G2… tried some things and most of it didn’t land imo widhsnejsnak

[kryptickrow]

if you handed a British or Australian an American biscuit they would assume it is a scone because the word biscuit is not used for the pastry type in question. they're basically the same thing outside of America (as. far as I can tell.)

to be completely fair though I have never had an American biscuit because it's a purely North American thing (I think), I'm just basing it off the way they look and so I will concede that if you were to ask me to directly compare them both in reality my answer may end up being different.

however, this is not the first time I have had this argument with someone, and that resulted in me making the "chart" seen below

also I think it'd be more apt to compare it to saying white bread and banana bread are the same thing, because while on a technicality they are, in fact, both bread, you don't use them for nearly the same purpose despite theoretically being able to. /silly

Derin when I get over there in a few months I'm going to have to find you and sit you down with a big ass plate of biscuits and gravy. They are NOT scones. They look like scones but are not. They are flaky delicious things not a sad rock of disappointment.

Never insult scones to me again.

Have a delicious scone with me and maybe you'll calm down.

[stellamarielu]

Stellaaaaaaaaa…. That new pic has killed me!

Jack Abbot in glasses and he’s all shy and embarrassed about it in front of his younger girlfriend bc he didn’t used to need glasses, it’s a sign he’s getting older and it reminds him of the age gap…

But his embarrassment doesn’t last long when she forces him to keep them on and watch her worship his old man cock and balls with her pretty young mouth

Ok I’m getting carried away, time to crawl back into my gutter!

IM SICK. Him laying next to you in bed…. with his glasses at the tip of his nose… yeahhh

Tossing and turning because you can’t sleep. Twisting over in bed to see Jack sitting up next to you, his back against the headboard with glasses at the end of his nose, silently reading in the dim light of the bedroom.

He could hear you rustling, eyes gazing to his right to find your face smushed against your pillow with heavy lids, watching him intently.

His glasses came off in one quick sweep.

Folding the arms of his readers one at a time, before swiftly placing them on his bedside table.

You'd seen him wear them before, mostly at night when he read, or sometimes he’d bring them out to look at something you were showing him on your phone, griping because “the font is so small, who the hell can even read that?”

He made it a point not to keep his glasses on for extensive periods of time when you were around. He made a joke once that they were his "old man glasses" and you wondered if Jack abbot— the confident and headstrong emergency department attending— maybe had a slight insecurity when it came to his age, especially in comparison with yours.

"Can't sleep?" His voice was low with a gentle scratch as he dog eared a page of his book before allowing it to rest on his lap.

You shook your head from side to side against the fluff of your pillow.

"Can't get comfy." The words were hollowed out by a sleepy rasp as you threw him your best over-exaggerated frown.

"Can I help?" It was a genuine inquiry, but the smirk on his lips gave away his true intentions. His hand slid across the sheets, finding your waist underneath the covers. But, before it could trail any further, you sat up slightly.

"That depends..." You began to respond with a smug grin of your own, leaning up on your elbow, reaching across his body to grab the glasses from his bedside table.

"you wanna put these back on?"

His eyes were glued to the readers in your hand, just sitting in your grasp as you held them out in front of him.

"My glasses?" There was a subtle laugh in his words as his brows knit together in confusion.

He didn't take them from your hand, just stared at them in amusement and disbelief.

You sat up further, taking the book from his lap and tossing it to the end of the bed, your body replacing its position as you straddled him, sitting back on his thighs.

"I like them." The tone of your voice was soft and slow as you took it upon yourself to place the readers back on the bridge of his nose.

"I think they're sexy."

"You're funny sweetheart." He was trying not to scoff as a shy grin stretched across his face, his head shaking subtly in disagreement.

"Don't believe me?" You shifted your weight, crawling down his body until your careful kisses found the skin just above the waistband of his boxers.

His hand moved, fingertips adjusting the glasses that were now sliding further down his nose as he watched you between his legs. You caught it out of the corner of your eye— his hand toying with his readers— and for a split second you thought he might take them off again.

"They stay on, or I stop." The threat sounded harmless as it purred into his lower abdomen, your fingers slowly pulling at his underwear.

He playfully raised his hands, surrendering to your command.

"Yes ma'am." He smiled as he spoke, but the sound of his voice was far raspier than it had been all night.

With hooded eyes hiding behind the black frames of his readers, he brought a hand down to tangle in your hair as you dragged his boxers down just enough to take the tip of his cock into your mouth.

His head fell back, thumping against the headboard, as he made a mental note to start wearing his glasses a little bit more.

Your head bobbed at his hips as you took him deeper toward your throat, causing a muffled groan to break free from his chest.

Okay, maybe a lot more.

[ranticore]

placeholder eohric in various states of obscenity and shininess

first pic, he's dressed to play a tag game, specifically on the orange team. his game vest is a fox pelt i drew with my eyes shut. while the game is a bit like tag rugby, with members of the opposing team trying to take the white flags off the game vest, there is an additional element where for every time you get tagged, you have to add a ribbon in the opposing team's colours (swapping out your own team colours). eventually you may be forced to change sides. this often leaves a tag game with very unbalanced teams of one or two skilled players against an army of less skilled, which is very fun. tag games can last several days and only end when one team has been depleted entirely. games can have more than two teams on the field at once, for extra chaos

middle pic i wanted to get a handle on his height - he's actually very short, i've been thinking of his pony half as perhaps 11hh, and in form similar to an A-division welsh pony. during his first excursion to ironwall, as a member of a bachelor band, he was almost immediately stopped by the military recruiters who had been dispatched specifically to sweep up young men and press them into service. this recruiter very sternly tells him that he must cover up when he is in Ironwall. he joined the army and didn't like it but he did get to be one of the drummers when they all went to war. i drew a human guy for the sake of the height comparison but in reality the people who would enforce dress codes & manage the young conscripts would be older centaurs.

last pic i remembered i had my marker brushes remember those. feels like it's been years. here he wears nothing and his tail is not yet back-combed into a fun little pom pom shape.

[natamouche-art]

if you clocked Yaz's profile pic for sammy at the beginning of episode 6, then you saw the beautiful render of the art I designed for that asset! I had a lot of dark scenes this episode (the beginning and the end bits) so getting to stretch my brain around something so sweet and lovely was super fun!

Top image is the one I settled on, middle two show side by side comparison of my boards and final look, bottom two depict various other icons I explored as alternate options.

[hyomaslut]

──★ ˙🍆 ̟ !! casual conversation between friends. 18+!

☆⌒(ゝ。∂).ᐟ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ʙʟʟᴋ ʙᴏʏs ғᴏʀ ɴᴜᴅᴇs ᴘᴛ. 𝟷

✿ ─ characters: isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma, reo mikage ✿ ─ cw: smau!, extremely suggestive/borderline smut, aged-up!characters, college!AU, gn!reader, no pronouns, unestablished relationships/mutual pining, use of foul language, descriptions of genitalia, suggestive themes, you and chigiri are talking about npc college drama, proofread??? ✿ ─ notes: honestly the smau aspect was so hard cuz im a perfectionist and wanted read reciets and everything. all the apps for them suck. i managed :))) and i rlly hope you guys like it :)) feedback appreciated. i put chigiri's at the end cuz its so long. part 2 is here!!!!

ISAGI YOICHI...

your fingers fly across the keyboard to tell him that yes, you were very serious. isagi literally jumps out of bed to go shower and everything. he has been crushing on you since forever and god knows he’s not blowing this chance you’ve given him by sending a shitty picture. you get an image attachment 20 minutes later, yoichi standing in front of his foggy bathroom mirror, the phone in his hand covering half of his face. he’s barely out of the shower, hair dripping wet and towel hanging extremely loose around his hips. his other hand sits at the base of his dick, acting as both a size comparison and a way to draw your attention to it. it’s obviously of decent length as far as you could tell, but the girth. you cant even pretend your mouth doesn’t start watering at the sight.

ITOSHI RIN...

you don’t have time to feel all that bummed about it though, because within a few minutes you’re shocked to get a picture from rin, the camera facing downwards towards his legs. nothing would be all that out of the ordinary if it weren’t the obvious tent in his shorts. the fabric around his crotch looks stretched by his hard dick fighting against the confines of his soccer uniform. it’s not exactly what you asked for, but you can’t find it in you to complain, because it’s way more than you actually expected to get. your mind starts racing. he’s hard from just a few suggestive texts? that means one of two things. either he really is a virgin like you thought he’d be, and the littlest of acts gets him riled up. or he’s just that into you. both of those possibilities sounded like fun. and the idea of those possibilities made you greedy. enough to push your luck.

MIKAGE REO...

two pictures come in quickly and you laugh at the idea of him rushing to take these for you. he sends the first one, taken standing in front of the full length mirror in his boxers, dragging down the waist band of them so you can see the first few inches of his shaft, phone in front of his face. he’s perfectly clean shaven, zooming in closer, maybe he waxes it? you can’t help but be impressed by his attention to detail. it’s so reo that it makes you smile. second one is sitting down in some fancy looking suede armchair, underwear gone, cock in one hand while the other splays over the bottom half of his face, poorly covering the wide self-satisfied smirk. you assumed he set up his phone with a timer considering he wasn’t holding it. as you stare at it, the initial evaluating that everyone does when they receive a dick pic fades away, and you feel heat creep up your face. reo was really hot, and just this once you figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell him you thought so.

CHIGIRI HYOMA...

you get through the stressful minutes waiting for his response by chewing on your nails. maybe you really just fucked it all up. but then, to your surprise, a photo loads in. its hyoma sitting on his bed in front of his mirror, his fingers buried in his hair to push it out of his face in possibly the sexiest way you’ve ever seen. his other hand holds his phone, his pretty face in full view with his gaze locked on the screen. your eyes can’t help but travel down to the only part of your crush you haven’t seen. and boy was it worth the wait. his dick curves up towards his abs and its a lot bigger than you expected. long and a perfectly pink tip. you bite your lip at the thought of it stretching you out, and then feel slightly guilty for thinking of him that way, as if you haven’t done it plenty of times during your so-called dry spell. if the whole soccer thing doesn’t work out, you’re sure he could be a pin up model. or maybe a greek god.

hyoma's got long again ;-; mb,,, but can you blame me??? i want to do a part two with at least nagi and bachira, but idk who else i want to include. open to suggestions ♡

© 2023 hyomaslut. please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my content onto any other sites.

[kanmom51]

Chapter 3 in the making

Traveling together to "film a show" was big (yes, this was to film a show, but we all know it was mainly to spend much needed time together, and if we didn't, let's be honest that we did, but if we didn't, then JK literally confirmed this for us in episode 1 of AYS). But back in 2023 when a public Jikook was a scarcity, left us with more question marks than anything else as to how this will actually be coming to fruition.

Enlisting together was HUGE. Like H U G E. Them being the only ones to do so not only within BTS but the first and only idols to do so. A choice made by the two of them. To do this together. With each other. Not with anyone else.

Are You Sure?! Do we need any words here? Like really? Because AYS was as loud as F$@&. No, seriously, idk what you want to call it, a soft launch, a smack in the noggin, whatever you do, it was quite clear to those who have eyes and a brain. With or without knowing who JM and JK are, their history, their culture. Louder to those who do know them.

Since their enlistment and even through Muse and AYS we got practically nothing from the two. Oh, we did have a couple of interesting pics from their basic training and graduation, a few pics from the unit, a shit ton of signatures, some more interesting than others (joint messages, pretty decorations...) and a few nice messages, but mostly silence from the two. This stood out even more so in comparison to the almost barrage we've been getting from NJ and Tae, both enlisted only a day before Jikook.

And then came December. With less than 6 months to go.

JK going live from his new place. Dare I say their new place? It's not like we haven't talked about this over the past 18 months. Speculating, wondering. But man (figure of speech y'all), these last couple of months, they are sure making me feel like what we saw as leaning to the delusional side or more so wishful thinking, ain't no delusion or wish, but more so a very possible reality to come.

But let's get back on track.

So, December gave us:

"We spend our free time together", "we sing together", "we sing while we shower daily together", not to mention JK's btw remark about seeking privacy away from others "to sing".

Then came JM in January with their "conversations before going bed" about "what kind of image we want to show" and "what kind of lives we will live moving forward".

And February rolls in and we think that we will be back to their silent treatment, but JK comes to us with a heartfelt message (they really feel the end and want out). But nothing prepared us for Hobi's birthday live and once again those two with their "we share a room" and "we have stories to tell, but not sure how much we actually can..." that won't scare us off, lol.

Funny how every single hysterical claim made by those who were hit so very hard by their joint enlistment has been shut down by the two of them by now!!

Anyway, do we see a pattern here? Can we call this a pattern? Is there more to come? Well, obviously there is post military service, but seeing as to how they have been in the past couple of months, I'm thinking that we will be getting more even before that.

I'm guessing that conclusion isn't a far fetched one, seeing what we got last night.

And OMG, that was another HUGE loud af Jikook statement.

Ribbon on right: "I love you 🖤"

Ribbon on left: "BTS Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook".

Yes, a statement.

I stand by that.

Because even if you don't think it's anymore than a cute thing, just another thing that Jikook do together, then you are not seeing the cultural context here.

So, several content producers/directors that were Hybe employees (directors of I am still, AYS and JM's production diary amongst others) have left the company to open their own company (Idk too much about the company they opened, but my guess is that they will continue working with Hybe as contractors rather than employees, but also allowing them to work with other companies and create their own content, including producing a new boy band). And they posted the congratulation they have received.

From Hobi.

Hoshi and Woonhoo of Seventeen.

Each sending a separate wreath.

Zico

And there are wreaths they received from more than one sender. Joint wreaths. But this was from companies (joint ceos), or business partners. Not two separate idols or people.

Now, if you don't see what's huge here, let me show you the K side of this to maybe get some perspective (although, let's be honest, you don't need to be on the K side to see this is a couple thing).

Yes, I wonder the same thing!!!

There is more.

So much more.

The K side of things is literally going mad. Good mad.

And there is a reason they are.

This is most definitley not something friends, as close as they might be, would do. Not friends, not multimillionaire friends. They most definitley can afford two wreaths. And that's one of the points here.

Once again.

This was a choice.

Not to send separate congratulative wreaths. They sure can afford to do so. Even if they aren't on vacation at the moment and are in the base. Seriously, two young men closing in on their 30s, independently financially sufficient and so much more.

Yeah, this most definitley was a statement.

And the frenzy K Jikookers are in at this very moment is well enough proof to that.

Btw, haven't been to the dark side, don't know just how crazy and rabid the cult and antiis are going, but my guess would be...

Anyways, sitting here smile plastered on my face, I'm kind of starting to think, that this is maybe, just maybe, going to become our new normal. Jikook doing couplie things, openly, proudly, unapologetically.

And if this is them even before they are discharged...

What a great time this is going to be.

[millieisawriter]

The spell (Javier's version)

first ending - javier escuella x reader

summary: the one where javier comes to terms with the fact he caught feelings for you, and the two of you learnt to love each other despite your differences.

first part

wc: 2.6k

all pics taken from pinterest

♡the people have asked for a second part♡

a/n: i don't usually tag people on my fics, but this time i did tag everyone who commented under the first part <3 ily

It had been a few weeks since that night in Javier’s tent. You hadn’t spoken to anyone about it, not even to the girl who became a friend to you – Mary-Beth. Despite that, the whole gang must have known about what had happened between you and Javier.

Why? Well, it was difficult not to notice the sudden shift in your interactions with Javier, or the lack of these. Normally, there wasn’t a day the two of you didn’t exchange a few angry sentences. Ever since the tent incident, however, you didn’t acknowledge one another’s existence.

“You’ve got to tell me what happened!” Mary-Beth insisted.

You rolled your eyes. There was nothing to talk about, not even to your best friend. What Javier had done felt embarrassing enough, you didn’t need anyone else knowing about it.

You had just sat down to fix your pendulum when the girl approached you. The chain, to which a crystal had been attached, worn from years of usage from even before you had acquired it, finally gave out and broke a few days ago. “There’s nothing to tell,” you stated.

“Don’t lie to your best friend,” she insisted, and you know she wasn’t going to let go of the topic when she sat down on the chair next to you. “Your… necklace broke?”

“It’s called a pendulum,” you explained, still focused on fixing the chain, “I use it for simple yes or no questions. But, yes, the chain broke a few days ago.”

“So, back to the previous thing,” Mary-Beth returned to the topic of Javier, “what happened? First you two couldn’t go five minutes without snapping at each other. Now? Not even a glance. You could at least tell me if you hexed him or something.”

You finally look at your friend, leaving the pendulum on the table. “If I had hexed him, he deserved it,” you scoffed.

The girl’s eyes widened. “Did you?”

“No, Mary-Beth. I didn’t hex him. But if I had, it would have been well-deserved is what I meant.”

“Then what? Whenever he’s not out on a job, he strolls around the camp all depressed like those funny english dogs.”

“The bulldogs?”

“Exactly!”

You laughed at the comparison. Mary-Beth wasn’t wrong, though, you noticed the change in Javier’s behavior as well. He became less visible around the camp, unless he was playing his guitar. And even then, as much as you didn’t know spanish, you could tell the songs he sang were rather sad.

However, Mary-Beth wasn’t going to let go easily. “Why are you keeping secrets from your best friend?”

“Fine,” you sighed, knowing there’s no backing away from this, “something might have happened between us.”

“Something? Like what? That’s a very vague answer.”

The embarrassment physically hurt you when you thought about that specific night. “You remember the night a few weeks ago? Dutch’s gramophone played, everyone was drunk, all that…” you paused, fiddling with your fingers underneath the table, “we may have ended up in Javier’s tent.”

Her jaw dropped, and she immediately slapped your arm. “No! You’re kidding! You and Javier? I knew something was going on! Oh my God. Was it good? It was good, wasn’t it?”

“That’s not the point!”

“What is the point then?”

The point was that what happened the following morning, hurt you. Even if you never showed it, it pained you to know Javier considered his desire towards you a sin heavier than the blood that stained his hands. And just like the blood, though washed off, left a scar on his conscience, the same way his prayer didn’t make his feelings disappear.

“Next morning I woke up to Javier praying. For forgiveness. For… me,” maybe for the first time you let the hurt show through your voice as you made the confession to your friend.

Mary-Beth couldn’t believe that. She heard Javier bickering with Swanson here and there, but she never took the Mexican for someone religious to that degree. “He didn’t!”

“He did,” you sighed, “I felt like… like I wasn’t even a person to him. Just… something dirty he had to wash away. But, of course, God doesn’t care about him being a damn criminal.”

“How could he do that to you? Have you talked to him since?”

“No. I figured everything between us is done. Anything that could ever be.”

Javier made it clear enough. To him, you were a mistake. A moment of weakness at most, and you didn’t hope for more. Getting over him would be preferred, but you couldn’t help that he happened to dig a hole in your heart.

And you were left wondering – was God going to forgive Javier for how he had treated you? Or was God okay with one of his sheep taking advantage of another human being like that? God didn’t seem to care about that, so maybe you really were the Devil, after all.

Your emotions clearly affected Mary-Beth. “You can’t let him get away with that,” she stated.

“You’re a romantic, I get it,” you replied with a tone sharper than you intended, “but he and I were never meant to be. We’re too different.”

“You don’t believe that. If you did, you wouldn’t be so heartbroken right now.”

“It doesn’t matter what I feel. He made his choice, and I’m not going to beg him to change his mind.”

Last thing you ever imagined to do was begging a man to love you. Not even last, you’d die before you do such thing.

Suddenly, both you and Mary-Beth shifted your gaze to a figure riding into the camp. It was Javier, returning from whatever business he was attending to. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had been on a visit to the nearby town’s brothel.

Your eyes held a slightly longing look as you watched the man dismount from Boaz, a look that stopped only after Mary-Beth had nudged your arm. “Completely not heartbroken, huh?” she teased.

You looked away, and tried to argue, but before you could come up with a good response, you heard the leaves on the ground being rustled by approaching footsteps.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Mary-Beth, with a knowing smirk on her lips, stood up.

“Don’t you dare,” the sentence came out like a threat from your mouth. You attempted to grab her arm, even yank the girl back onto her seat if you had to, but her slim arm easily slipped out of your hand.

A moment later, Javier stood in front of you. “I wanted to talk.”

“We don’t have anything to talk about,” you insisted, standing up so that you were on at least similar level.

“We do.”

“What, you wanna talk about how I ruined your soul?”

Javier flinched slightly at your hiss, but then looked back at you. “I’ve got something for you,” his hand went into the pocket of his jeans.

You wondered what it could be. If you had been accused of being a vampire, he could’ve brought you garlic, or a wooden spike. But how could one kill a witch in a way other than burning her at a stake? He wouldn’t even need a stake for that, you had burnt long ago from the embarrassment.

The thing you could have never expected was now dangling from Javier’s hand as he extended it towards you. “I noticed the one you used to use broke some time ago,” he said.

Your mouth fell open, but no words were conjured. Javier getting a new pendulum for you was not something even your cards could predict.

You stared at the pendulum, the delicate chain shimmering faintly in the sunlight. A teardrop-shaped crystal hung from the chain, catching the light and scattering fractured rays across your skin as you took it in your hand. It was beautiful, far more elegant than the one you had broken.

“Where did you get this?” you asked, an idea in your mind. “Did you steal it?”

Javier shifted in spot. “I saw this woman, she travels in a wagon similar to yours. Madam Nazar, or whatever she introduced herself as. I wouldn’t dare steal from her, she’s a bit scary,” he chuckled lightly. “Don’t ask me where I got the money, though.”

Your eyes finally met his when you finished checking out the crystal. “Why did you get this for me?”

“Because I was wrong—”

“You were more than wrong, Javier.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I shouldn’t have made you feel the way I did. I thought… pushing you away would make it easier. That I could forget how you made me feel, or that I’d stop wanting you if I could convince myself it was wrong.”

“And?”

“And I couldn’t.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you eyed the pendulum again. It wasn’t hard to recognize the crystal as clear quartz. Possibly the best one for a pendulum, clear quartz was known for providing clarity and amplifying energy.

“I’m sorry,” Javier continued, “I can’t change what I did, but I can tell you I never meant to hurt you. You’re… you’re everything I can’t stop thinking about, and I hate that I let my fear ruin what we could have had.”

The words cut through your ears. You closed your palm around the crystal and looked at Javier again. For the first time he finally looked vulnerable. As if the regret he seemed to feel was honest. For the first time, he didn’t build up any walls between the two of you.

“You can’t just walk back in here with a gift and expect me to forget how you made me feel.”

“I don’t expect you to forget,” he said. “But I hope you can forgive me. There’s something between us, and maybe it’s not a spell you casted on me.”

“I’m glad you finally see that.”

Javier sighed. “Let me prove to you that I’m serious. About you, about us, about your… magic, too. And that I don’t think you’re sinful.”

You had no idea what got into Javier, and it certainly wasn’t your doing, but he had changed. In the following weeks, he grew more interested in your beliefs, in your practices. Often he sat and listened intently as you explained tarot to him, or when you taught him about the pendulum.

One night, sitting by the fire next to Javier, you shuffled your cards. “Pick a card, Javier,” you said, spreading the deck on the cow skin rug.

The man’s eyes brushed over the cards as he hesitated. The deck was, obviously, facing the side with pictures down, so that he had to use his intuition. He had almost taken one card, when you smacked his hand away.

You lectured him. “Just point at it, don’t actually grab it!”

“Why not?” he asked, both amused and confused.

“Only I can touch my cards, it’s one of the rules.”

“What happens if I touch them?”

He was curious, which was good. Curious was way better than hateful, scared, or ashamed. The way Javier evolved, and warmed up to your witchy practices made you happy. You could now see that maybe there was a chance for your relationship to grow.

“Nothing, but that’s the rule. You love breaking rules, don’t you?”

He was persistent. “Would I die a painful death?”

Once again he attempted to touch the cards. Once again, you slapped his hand away.

“Stop acting like a child,” you were ready to collect your cards and put them back in the safety of your bag, “you changed, and I like it, but I don’t wanna have to cleanse my cards again, I’m almost out of white sage.”

“I’ll buy you some more, what’s the issue? How expensive can it be?”

“You’d have to go all the way to California, and have something to give in exchange to the Indians there. They don’t need money.”

“You’re more complicated than I thought,” he sighed, but it was playful this time.

“So don’t touch the cards! Tell me which one you choose.”

Javier’s gaze returned to the deck spread in front of him. He thought for a moment before pointing to one card, even though on the backside all of them looked identical.

“Great, let’s see,” you mused, taking the card and studying it before turning it to Javier. “Death.”

He scoffed. “That’s optimistic.”

“Don’t take the meaning literally. This card represents change.”

Javier tilted his head. “I think I know what’s changing.”

“Oh?”

“Me.”

He reached out, his hand gently brushing your face. His gaze traveled down from your eyes to your lips, and you knew what it meant. No sooner, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss so gentle as if he were scared to hurt you.

You let him guide you through the kiss as it became more. More in both, the touchable and spiritual meaning. Your hands found their way to his jaw and neck, meanwhile he grabbed onto your hips. This allowed him to confidently move you from where you were sitting next to him, to make you straddle his lap. Almost instinctively, you grind your hips against his, sending a clear message to the neurons in his brain.

Javier groaned into the kiss, and you could feel his grip tighten on both sides of your body. This time, you could tell, it wasn’t solely desire between you. And neither one of you was on alcohol. This time it was real, a real raw emotion, and the peak of everything between you. Your connection, your need for each other, your past tensions, and your current longing. All of these exploded between the two of you in that exact moment.

The moment was interrupted, of course. “I’m glad to see y’all making up,” Arthur cleared his throat, “but could y’all not fuck on display for the whole gang to see?”

You practically leaped off Javier’s lap, your face burning hotter than the campfire. “Arthur!” you hissed.

Javier, however, didn’t seem nearly as bothered. He smirked up at Arthur with the kind of cocky confidence that made you want to smack him. And kiss him again.

“Jealousy isn’t pretty on you,” Javier joked.

“Don’t have to be pretty,” Arthur shot back, “just don’t wanna see y’all exchanging spit like two horny teenagers.”

You knew Arthur was just joking, there was no real bite in his voice. He was secretly glad to see the two of you getting along. But that also doesn’t mean that being called out like that didn’t get you all shy and blushing.

You stood up. “Javier, let’s take this to my wagon.”

“Our wagon you mean,” he said, following you.

“Yes, our wagon,” you rolled your eyes.

Truth be told, the wagon had undergone a transformation since Javier started spending more time with you. More time, as in he was practically living there with you. As you walked in, on your left Javier’s rosary was hung on the wall. The beads were darkened with use, and the small brass crucifix blended nicely with a bundle of sage and sweetgrass that hung next to it.

The shelves along the wagon’s interior were equally divided. On one side, you organized your herbs, dried plants, and jars filled with ingredients only you could name. On the other side, Javier had placed the wooden icon of the Virgin Mary, her peaceful gaze watching over everything, just like she had watched you that one night which changed everything. Except, this time you didn’t feel judged.

You smiled to yourself. The clash between the sacred and the mystical was oddly fitting.

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[heck-theo]

TMayNT Day 31: Redraw of day one. (Original prompt was: the turtles in you favourite style.)

Ok there are so many ways my brain is trying to be critical BUT I am proud of myself for finishing one of these challenges, no matter what. I've tried and failed to commit to so many projects.

Just to clarify: my own style is NOT my favourite style. I am far too self critical for that. I just entirely ignored the prompt ^^

vvvv Comparison pic and comments on day 1 v day 31 below. vvvv

So for one thing I did want to de-centre Leo a bit, cause the original day 1 prompt was favourite turtle and I DO love them all, Leo just has a special place to me. I also wanted them to not be floating.

Now I do prefer some parts of the original, mainly the simplicity. I do want to try and aim for a more simplified style in the future (if I can stop defaulting to the style I have atm). I might have gone a little overboard with the lighting on the more recent one. STFU up brain, I did not get worse. But it was fun. I think it's good to explore and practice parts of the art process even if it isn't something you want to stick to. I do think I learnt a lot of stuff and made some improvements over the month.

also bonus cute Raph face that I liked from one of the first attempts but I ended up restarting

[loomsims]

Introducing...✧Starlit Glow!✧

I have reached yet ANOTHER milestone on this blog and I am so gagged rn you really don't get it 😅🫶🏽 Thank you guyths so much! 🥰 Here's a reshade preset for taking some pretty screenshots in TS3! I've downloaded so many different presets over the years, but I've always ended up editing them to the point of being unrecognizable, so I just decided to make my own. My goal was to make my shots bright and glowy with a soft and dreamy sort of feeling! :) This is my newest, and probably my favorite rendition of my preset! Comparison shots and details below!

: ̗̀➛ Details! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

This preset was created using Reshade 5.2.2!

This preset is NOT gameplay friendly and I made it purely for taking pretty screenshots.

I'm using the chaitones.fx from this collection of multi_luts created by the talented @erasabledinosaur! you need this for the preset to look right. I will include instructions on how to put it your game in the zip file! :)

I've made some effects toggable as they can get a bit overwhelming in certain lighting!

Ambient Light- shift+A

Hex Lens Flare- shift+M

Tonemap- shift+T

Cinematic DOF- shift+D

ts3 in fullscreen mode has a screen brightening effect which changes the way your screenshots may look, so your game must be in windowed mode for your pics to look like they do in this post!

Here's some more comparison screenies!

That's basically it! All I ask is that you don't claim this to be yours and don't try to modify it and re-upload it in anyway without my permission! If you use this in your game PLEASE tag me @loomsims I would love to see :-D Also if you run into any issues let me know as this is another first time for me!

➤ DOWNLOAD HERE 🤍

[awistfulblue]

Get ready for some rambling about a fictional character's hair

I noticed there's a split in where the inspiration for Tamamo's (Loulan's) hairstyle might have come from: Maomao and Suirei.

But have you considered the possibility that both were the inspiration?

For obvious reasons, Loulan and Suirei hairs would look almost the same as them being half-sisters. Their hair is slightly wavy towards the ends, especially when it’s down. So I can see why people might connect Tamamo’s hair to Suirei’s. It also helps that Shisui styled her hair into a half-bun, just like Suirei's Now, moving on to Maomao. From what I can see, Loulan lays the rest of her hair in front, like how Maomao wears hers. The main difference was how Maomao did her bun The main difference was how Maomao did her bun and of course their hair, with Maomao's being straight.

Now, get ready for some horrible pics as ref because I'm too lazy and Netflix won't allow screenshot. So I just snatched them from google, so credits to the original sources.

Tamamo(Loulan) and Suirei similarities:

Tamamo(Loulan) and Maomao similarities:

As for the bun comparisons that I mentioned (Sorry, Suirei, this was the only photo I could find where both your and Maomao's hair can be seen from the back. Love you!):

And as compensation, here's a gorgeous official art of you from the back(...sorry it's blurry...luv u):

{A/N: Can you tell that I really like hair? The only way I can recognize people, be it fictional or IRL, is by their hair. Faces are harder for me to remember. Also I instinctively wrote Shisui instead of Loulan. Also, also, while others are rambling about Jinmao, I'm over here rambling about anime hair.}

[seaheaded]

it was a late summer bliss

jacaerys x gn reader

summary: it's early, and the guy from last night is still asleep in your bed when you wake up.

1.9K

warnings: no physical descriptions or pronouns used for reader, modern au, short descriptions of sexual intimacy.

notes: a short thing i wrote before going to bed. the title comes from the song "fingertips" by onerepublic

The light was grey, too grey for a summer morning. But, you supposed, since the season was ending, the unsteady and constant shift between golden and grey mornings was not out of place.

You blinked, letting your eyes adjust to that long stripe, painting the bare skin of his back with the sign of a new day. It illuminated a mole right below a loose, brown curl that rested over his shoulder, and you had a weird impulse, one which you contained yourself from acting on, but that felt natural and pleasant when you thought of it.

He took a deep breath in his sleep, and you raised your eyes to the back of his head, waiting to see what would happen for a long moment. When nothing did, you sighed and turned around, squinting at the small clock on the nightstand.

It was six.

Too early for a sunday morning, especially in the summer. Especially with someone in your bed.

You took a deep breath, stretching your arms and arching your back, as some of your sleep left you. Then, with one forearm falling over your closed eyes, you felt… Silly.

Something was off. In a good way.

Jacaerys Targaryen had not been the first person to conquer your attention, to bring his lips close to yours and take your breath away with his touch and words, but you knew he had sparked something that other people had not managed to.

You could still feel it, of course. His fingers intertwined with yours, before he let one of your hands go to hold your face and slow the kiss you shared by the door of your tiny studio. That alone was new, since people tended to enjoy it when you changed the pace to show more of your passion. Perhaps, you thought as your eyes did not grow any heavier under your arm, this was how he showed his.

And you enjoyed it.

But then, how could you explain the way that, in comparison to his lewdness, he did not seem to hold back later when you pulled him closer with your legs around his hips, and his mouth opened, warming the skin of your face with sweet but deep sounds?

To name is an unstoppable human habit, and you knew that the more you thought back to the previous hours, the habit would wake your body. In fact, by the time you were done concluding that, you had to drop the arm and peek at him again.

The memory of the contrasting feeling of the silver, cool pendant, his hot breath and skin against yours came back. He was pretty, unchaste, and moved like the waves – overwhelming and relentless, but so sublime to give into that you let yourself be drowned.

He was confident, you decided, then asked yourself what the hell you were doing.

Carefully, you made your way out of the double bed, standing and looking around.

It was colder than the other days of that summer, but thankfully not enough to find pants in the closet, so you stood there, in a large t-shirt, feeling like a fool.

What now?

By investigating your own apartment, your eyes fell upon the mess on your desk. The closed laptop, books, and open notebook judging you for leaving them for the past three days that you had promised to catch up on some work you wanted to study before the year started.

The room was still too dark, morning lingering too much to the night to be disturbed by the motions of spontaneousness, but you could not sleep, and staring at that man’s back would not lure you back to the land of dreams. Not the usual ones, at least.

In two minutes, you adjusted yourself well to take notes by finding your large headphones inside the bag you had taken out last night and turning the laptop on. Then, you stretched your arm in a motion you were used to, reaching for the ceramic cup you used to store pens and pencils, and picking a pen with two fingers.

When you pressed play on the video you were currently watching — a play — , you gazed at the bed.

He was still asleep. Good.

The minutes started to pass, and your hand moved, writing down notes that you knew were sloppy.

Crucial for understanding the perseverance of human nature, like desires that constantly collide with fear.

There is tragedy in ambition. It would not be captivating without hope.

You snorted. Those were thoughts that had been in your mind and many others for a long time, not needing epiphanies. They simply found their way out as you projected them onto what you watched and listened to. But, then again, was that not what you meant by the perseverance of human nature? That was yours. You wrote that down, too.

What gave Jacaerys away was the movement you caught in the corner of your eye.

It startled you, but not enough to snap your head in his direction. You turned it ever so slightly, watching as he rose to a sitting position. By then, the stripe of light was bright enough to make him visible. His skin was smooth, adorned by moles, his pentant hanged by his chest.

He was looking around with aimless attention, clearly still disoriented from sleep, but when his eyes set on you, he blinked them, suddenly sober with consciousness.

Oh. Oh, that's it.

As someone so absorbed by words, the cliche saying that the eyes are the windows of the soul had escaped you until that moment. But you understood it then. His were not only beautiful, a shade that seemed almost golden, but heavily charged with emotion, of which you could not decipher yet.

The worst part was that it made you feel warm all over as if you were under him again.

You turned back to your notebook.

Tthere was nothing to write.

The play kept playing, but you knew the words from having seen it so many times, and all this useless studying, paired with him watching you, made you lost. Completely lost. Shit.

You paused the play with a sigh through your nose and removed your headphones.

“Are you studying?”

His voice was hoarse but it was, like the rest of him, accompanied by warmth.

“Yeah,” You answered quietly, daring to look back.

He was resting against the headboard, with his legs crossed under the duvet, and his hands played with the fabric pulled over them. As tired as he looked, it did not mask the smirk on his face. Except, it was not mischievous, but shy.

You could not help but share the sentiment as your eyes met again, and a shy smile graced your lips too.

He nodded, looking around the bed, and picked your throw blanket. To your surprise, he tossed it over his shoulders, holding it together with one hand as he got up and came closer.

When his free hand rested against the back of your chair, you were already looking away.

Jacaerys lowered his head, almost resting his chin over your shoulder, and started to read your notes.

When you motioned to close the notebook, his hand that previously held the throw blanket stopped yours. He held it, with a small, barely audible don’t.

“Is this about… Shakespeare?”

You nodded.

He changed his position then, letting his head back enough to look at you.

“Am I bothering you?” His voice was still quiet as if you two were not alone, but you appreciated it. It did not break the ease of the morning.

You frowned at him, shaking your head, and noticed the way his eyes fell to your lips momentarily.

“You're shy, then,” He smirked again, but this time he seemed too pleased.

You turned back to the laptop, pressing play.

He was right, but you did not like that he knew it.

“I’m not.”

“What was that?” His voice reached the perfect spot below your earlobe, and it felt like a kiss.

“I’m not shy.”

He hummed but did not say anything else. Instead, his hand left yours and rested on the desk, once again letting his head fall closer to yours. Usually, this would make you feel caged in place, but it seemed like he was just making himself comfortable in the space you provided him, which was not much.

For a few minutes, no words were exchanged, but your mind was the opposite of silent. He was there, over you, around you, and you did not mind. In fact, the weight of his presence, and the attention he paid to what you were watching made you want to kiss him again, pull his voice from his mouth in its most precious form — the sounds he had made earlier.

Oddly enough, the lustful fog was swept away by him.

“I didn't know you studied that.”

“Hm?” You questioned, looking at him.

His eyes were set on the computer, reading the subtitles. “When I saw you around campus, I had no idea what you studied.”

Right. He had mentioned last night that he had seen you before, only once in the entire year before that, even though both of you attended the same place.

“So… you have to watch plays?” He asked next.

“And read.”

“Interesting.”

You bit back a giggle. He made it sound completely foreign to do such a thing. Obviously a way to make conversation.

“Are you even comfortable like… this?” You asked, gesturing to his position.

“I would be more comfortable back where we were, but…” He paused when you raised your eyebrows, smirk dropping. “That's not what I meant.”

“I’m sure you didn't.”

“Oh, not so shy now,” He said, catching the sarcasm in your tone.

“Should I go back to that?”

He paused, then brought his hand to your face, smoothing one of your eyebrows as he shook his head.

“Just be you,” He whispered. “I would like to see more of that.”

It was ridiculous, really, how he kissed the way he talked, changing the pace and making you want more of whatever he gave you.

And you could tell that he was not used to saying that. It was so quiet. When it was your turn to be confident, it was his to let you savour that vulnerability.

So you did.

You took him, and let him tilt his head, catch your tongue and then tilt it to the other side. Only when he hummed against the kiss, quickening the pace, you slowed it down, making his breath shake.

You separated with a loud, wet sound, and his lips were already becoming red. You brought your hand to his chin, caressing it with your thumb, and he looked down with feigned anger.

“You're making it hard to talk, you know?” He said, but the expression cracked into a soft smile when you laughed. “Don't do that.”

“Laugh?”

“The other thing.”

“Kiss you?”

“Yeah.”

“I won’t, then.”

“Actually, don't say that. I take it back. I want to kiss you again.”

“Well, make a choice, man.” You said between breathy laughter, moving your hand to hold the back of his neck and play with his hair.

He rested his forehead against yours. “I want to just be me too, for a little longer. Maybe even after that.”

You nodded.

“Don’t worry,” You kissed the corner of his mouth, making him close his eyes. “It's only the morning yet.”