#-ppl see in each art for my setting

[cardo-de-comer]

10/10 - "all is gone, none is won"

[sanchoyo]

reread Ekleipsis bc I got some very nice comments on it and wanted to revisit it 2 years later and u know what?? I think it still holds up p well! There are slight typos and parts I wish I could’ve lengthened, foreshadowed more, or gotten Deep into the lore/characters abt, but considering I was busting out a chapter a day and had it done in a dang month I do think it’s pretty good as a lil story!! Would love to do more art for it or revisit the world in some way some day. Babies first real Big Original work 🥺 in my mind it’s still kind of the first draft version, but I’m still proud regardless… ❣️

[osachiyo]

searched pervy xavier here and am very disappointed that i do not share this notion with anyone else 😔

tws: n/sfw content, panty stealing, getting caught, mentions of non-consensual recording, masturbation, reader brings other ppl home, he’s a lil pathetic but we love him, 0.6k+ wc, jealous!xavier, he’s a lil nasty tbh, my writing is messy here cuz I wrote this on a whim apologies if there are any errors ₊ 𓂃 also nonnie me 🤝 you … but imagine him as your pervy roommate . ps. art by rororo_mg on X + star dividers made by @saradika-graphics (check emout!)

Perv roommate!Xavier thinks you’re so damn cute, honestly, you're just the sweetest thing ever. Every morning, he can't help but smile when he sees you in the kitchen, making breakfast for the both of you. There's something about the way you move so effortlessly, humming to yourself while you cook, that completely melts his heart and makes his cock stir in his sweats. He can’t help but stare at the little shorts barely covering your plump ass fully.. fantasizing about walking up behind you and bending you over the kitchen counter. Xavier imagined how your cunt would taste on his tongue- how your pussy would gush in his face as he ate you out like a man starved.

perv roommate!Xavier makes a habit to purposefully drop stuff in front of you, giving you his best puppy eyes and requesting that you pick it up for him, and it worked like a charm every time. Little did you know that it was only an excuse to have you bend over in front of him— azure eyes raking over the tempting view you put on, saliva gathering in his mouth as he stared at the roundness of your ass. Hell, he could even see your puffy pussy lips through your tight shorts— were you wearing them on purpose?

perv roommate!Xavier who knows about your little toys— the baby pink vibrator that you use at night, not knowing your roommate is pleasuring himself to your sweet little moans and yelps. His hand squeezing his cock tightly, trying to imagine how your soft cunt would feel around him— or even your cute little mouth. He’d try and match his thrusts to your moans, and it makes him cum embarrassingly quick— sticky white goop spilling on his bedroom floor and hands, leaving him panting. Maybe he should set up a camera in your room sometime..

perv roommate!Xavier who gets jealous when you bring a random guy home one night, telling him that you’ll try not to be loud. ‘Why would you bring another guy home when he was right there?’ — he thought, as he heard the wet, lewd sounds of you getting fucked by another man. Fuck, it made him mad but also he couldn’t help but get turned on by it. The sounds of your bed creaking- slamming against the wall, your wails and cries of pleasure as you got pounded into the sheets made Xavier’s cock throb in his pants. God, he really was a freak— getting off to another man fucking the girl he liked.

perv roommate!Xavier who would insist on doing laundry for the both of you— but that's only an excuse to steal your panties. He can't help it, y'know? They're so cute and pretty.. and just perfect to wrap around his cock while he fucks his fist with the thought of you in his mind. Sometimes he even likes to sniff 'em, groaning out loud as the scent of your pussy floods his senses. He can't help but lap his tongue over the small wet spot on the thin material, suckling at the spot where your clit would be— moaning and whining as spurts of pre leaked from his cock.

perv roommate!Xavier who was currently jerking his cock with your used panties wrapped around his cock in the living room— shamelessly getting off to the thought of fucking your sweet, warm little hole while you were at work. He was so focused on how you would feel around him, that he didn't even hear the front door open. You could only gasp at the sight— his cream colored sweater pulled up and pants pulled down, and clenching and unclenching with each pump of his hand- wait.. were those your panties?! Before you could even reprimand him— or even get a word in, for that matter, Xavier's head whipped to your direction as he heard the small noise— his panicked blue eyes catching your own shocked ones.

"Oh. Shit."

[unpretty]

Kink taxonomy hell makes me a) very glad I am ace & don't have to deal with these problems & b) lowkey thinking about how I'd approach running a porn production company whose entire output is like 15 minute porn shorts based on these asks. I mean, I wouldn't actually want to start a porn production company, because that would require way more start up capital & effort than it would be worth to me personally (see: ace, but also burn out re: small production companies). But, see, I do work in the production industry at a small production company on the non-porn side of things (we make stuff for like Netflix/HBO/Hulu & shit) & often make or consult on budgets, so it's a bit of a fun thought exercise about how to approach it.

Get a core cast you can rotate through for different scenarios (6-10 ppl for cast; though actual # each day might be much lower); ideally have a studio space + production off with edit suite; aim for ~2-3 set ups each day depending on complexity/# of on-screen orgasms (goal for these is short so might not be a full scene/scenario); in-house equipment as much as possible (cameras, lights, but also build up a sex/prop repository that can be resued); two-camera; relatively small crew, -- Director, producer, AP, DP, A/C, sound, gaffer, DIT (can be the AE), safery coordinator, PA x2, HMU+asst, wardrobe + props + art dept float -- so ~16 set crew, plus on the post/in-house side you'll need: editor x2, production accountant, AE (can be the same person as DIT), post super. Plus then unlike the companies I work at you'd want probably a marketing person & web dev.

Schedule would look something like: 3 weeks prep // 2 wks shoot w/ goal of getting material for ~24 shorts // 8 wks edit to get through all material (could start posting scenes finished sooner before all scenes are edited, obvs; this is assuming 3 edit days per 15 min short on average, but it all depends on how complex you want to get with the edit; if it's just 15 minutes of one shot getting played out with a few cut aways, then edit time could get cut down by a lot. But I'm assuming some stuff is going to get more complex edits; it also might work better to have three editors going so that edit time & prep+shoot time are roughly equal)

The issue here is that, ok, start up costs to get gear, etc will always be high, so setting those aside for the moment but overhead costs + staffing costs are going to get pricey. Granted, I don't know what the going rates are for folks either behind or in front of the camera in porn, but I do know the going rates outside of porn & I also know what I think are fair rates for these positions / what I would want to pay people. So imo for a single shoot day, you're looking at well over $10k for labor alone. All in, with what I described, my slapdash back of the envelope math says you're looking at $350,000+ in labor costs for the whole shebang & that's before fringe (je refuse to 1099 everyone; that way lies audits by the irs), equipment, overhead, etc. Easily I can imagine a half million dollar budget here in total.

& I guess that's where I start stalling out, because I know how to set up a shoot, get insurance, have legal buttoned up, but there's so much free porn out there that breaking even, much less monetizing it!, seems even harder than non-porn stuff these days. (& that's a struggle too! A huge part of why I'm burned out.) I mean, even if people like, pay to have their prompt included, folks aren't going to want to pay THAT much to cover costs. I guess aiming for lots of subscription fees on different platforms? But that's a lot of marketing elbow grease & takes time to build up, making starting capital essential. The stuff I'm familar with wrt indie filmmaking -- grants or corporate sponsors -- seem less likely for porn. & sure I could cut corners in my hypothetical budget, find savings, pay people less (ugh), but like, no. Maybe if I actually watched porn I'd know more about how it makes money, but that's a bridge too far.

Anyway, the government should give us all free money to pursue making art, even (especially?) when that art is porn. Or something.

there's nothing i can add to this, really

[hajihiko]

hi. i’ve seen from your art you liked akane!! (i think?) and wanted to ask if you have any headcanons 4 her :)

sure! I feel like I did one before...? But idr

also yknow warning for headcanon stuff. And it's sad. And it's Akane's fucked up backstory (that means hints to child sexual abuse)

My favorite thing is 'gymnast that always lands on her feet' hehe. She's the most resourceful, resilient person out of everyone, and I genuinely have a hard time thinking of how Junko got to her in the first place.

Her 'instincts' are actually hyper-intelligence when it comes to reading people and the environment. She doesn't know she's doing it, but she's always alert, and can tell when something tiny has changed or someone is acting just a bit off. She honed this skill trying to navigate her disaster life from age Way Too Young.

She seems ditsy because anything that isn't really life threatening just isn't that important and she doesn't bother with it. Again, because her life has been real rough.

She's super casual about nudity (this is canon) and spreads it to her classmates. Once you're used to her absolutely killer body in the nude in a totally casual nonsexual way, you just kinda get over it all.

After waking up, she isn't quite as wild and violent and active, and she takes Nidai's advice to work on her inner self too. Yoga, meditation, that kind of thing*

She loves dancing!

Any kind of physical activity, really. Hopscotch? Aces it. Jump-rope? Aces it. Surfing? Well she gets distracted and falls off a lot but she loves it anyway!

She enjoys sex but doesn't like, crave it. It's a sort of exercise that feels good, like yoga or Nidai's massages. She doesn't really see why it's such a huge deal to some people.

That said she's definitely picky about who she does it with. Don't make it weird, dude.

If you're gonna be weird about it, you don't have a chance, because she can tell.

Also if you're a man you have like a 10% chance. Women... may try

Sex is completely divorced from romance to her, though.

She thought the plan-B pill was like a tylenol. Everyone does it when the occasion calls for it, right? It's whatever, right?

Non-Despair AU, she doesn't really drink alcohol except very occasionally. You can count on her to let you crash at her place, no problem.

She actually has a sort of open door policy. One, because she is unfortunately used to having no privacy. Two, she is used to letting ppl stay if they need it- she'd rather sleep in the bathtub than let anyone sleep on the street. Three, she can kick anyone's ass, *try* and do anything untowards.... cmom try :)

Post-wakeup, one of her worst moments is when she realizes she just no longer likes food :( her body rejects it too hard and nothing tastes the same. She eventually develops a much different taste, but at least she can enjoy it sometimes.

Loves eating with nothing but her hands. Food tastes the most pure that way, no metallic taste or wood texture to interrupt her. Teruteru takes this to heart and starts planning his dishes with utensils in mind, too.

If she does a blind taste (or smell, or touch) test, she fucking kills it every time.

She can tell when Junko is around because of Junkos incredibly threatening presence.

i guess the only reason Junko got to Akane is because Junko was slightly better at manipulation and hiding herself. Akane has never forgotten and therefore Junkos presence is a permanent concern in Akanes psyche. Akane won't be fooled again.

Akane and Nekomaru never actually have a talk about their relationship or whatever. Akane just loves being around him, and feels safe, and they infect each other's mood, etc. He has never set off any of her alarm bells, so she trusts him with her whole self.

Fuyuhiko reminds her of one of her brothers, who was younger than her but not by much, and always tried to take care of her. Trying so hard to be the man he thinks he should be. Younger brother vibe.

Sonia reminds her of the pretty ladies in books, movies and ads. So put together and bright...blush. But she could stand to be more honest, and smile more genuinely.

Kaz reminds her of a girl (HMM) who wasn't quite family, but stayed with the Owari household for a while because of complications. Equals sort of?

Hajime is.... someone Akane is always on the brink of challenging or going up against, like something in her just wants to maul him. Not in a bad way tho (probably)! but he feels like a real challenge. But, of way more prevalence, she wants to be around him and work with him, and loves his presence. She's incredibly glad they ended up as friends instead. (Thats a reference to her being the villain in the drafts!)

Akane really likes being tucked in. She did it for her family all the time, but no one ever did it for her until post-wakeup.

She never actually comes to terms with all her abuse fully. Like she gets it, she knows objectively it was wrong, she has the right idea.... but there is just. Too much. She lives a good life and she functions great but she just doesn't revisit or confront those corners of her mind. People might think that's not right, but she has autonomy over herself and good luck trying to force her into it.

Some things just don't get resolved or accepted. Sometimes bad things just happen and you keep living. She's definitely not the only one who puts something unresolved behind her.

She used to be a city girl, but she loves the island and the nature, the close crowd of people and the total freedom. Her life at the end of the 'story' is the best she's ever had it.

*I'm gonna post a picture ok it's nudity it's boobs OK

Her peacefully meditating & connecting to her soul as well as her body :)

i love Nekomaru's line about how like..... idr like she's super strong but needs to work on herself spiritually too. I think it's nice that he considers her spirit as well as her body. Once she reaches Peace she's practically unstoppable

[rapidwaterzzz]

random hermitcraft/ life series headcanons cause my brains rotting over both ;^)

OVERALL:

- after each life series all the members come back to hermitcraft and throw some form of a house party

-no one rlly dies on hermitcraft, they just tend to gets lots of injurys(broken bones, sprains, concussions, all the fun stuff)

- they definitely have an infirmary there somewhere

-each smps like a city, for example hermitcraft and empires smp r neighboring cities

INDIVIDUAL:

- Joel, Grian, and Jimmy are all siblings cause i said so

-grians oldest, joels middle, jimmys youngest

i imagine a good majority of them played some sport/ activity before coming to hermitcraft so heres some cause idk y this has been plaguing me:

bdubs: volleyball, golf

cub: some form of student council maybe??

doc: golf, lacrosse (definetly js whacks ppl w his stick)

etho: ice hockey, lacrosse

false: field hockey, track

gem: field hockey, wrestling, lacrosse

hypno: hockey

iskall: wrestling

scar: student council w cub (convex ;))

grian: tennis

jevin: football, wrestling

impulse: football, shotput

joehills: yearbook/ newpaper club(idk i get the vibe)

keralis: soccer,gymnastics(i could see him js doing a roundoff backhandspring out of nowhere dw abt it)

mumbo: golf, photography club

pearl: swimming, cross country

rendog: THE theatre kid

skizz: football, basketball, baseball

smallishbeans: soccer, volleyball, baseball

stress: cheerleading, wrestling, volleyball

tango: baseball

beef: lacrosse, football

wels: volleyball, golf

xb: swimming

xisuma: golf

zed: some form of a science club,

cleo: field hockey, softball

bigb: swimming(idk i get the vibe)

inthelittlewood: theatre kid, soccer

lizzie: field hockey, cheer, lacrosse

smajor: cheer, golf

solidarity: soccer, tennis

these could go for a highschool au or anything but i imagine they did these in highschool and then move to “hermitcraft city” or smth and they still like practice all these andn stuff

monthy hangouts are set up by the magic mountain group, usually consisting of movies and games(always sleepovers at someones base)

cleo is the best cook on the server,she host bi-annual seever wide dinners (w the help of beef and false for cooking)

bdubs and joel draw out there bases together, only time youll see them not beefin w eachother

the redstoners r covered in burn marks due to redstone lighting at wrong times or js blowimg up

cub and xisumas are the servers doctors, running the infirmary if needed

if a hermit gets a cast, crutches, a boot, splint, etc, gem, bdubs, keralis, skizz, and stress make it a goal to decorate it as much as possible(they have a competition to see who can get it done first)

after parties, xisuma, impulse, hypno, and false are usually the ones to make sure everyone gets home, being “designated walkers”(they dont drink so they can walk everyone home)(no idk where im coming up w this stuff either)

team zits definitely have movie marathons weekly(they play uno to decide who picks the series)

mumbo and grian love watching dance moms(holly is mumbos fave, kelly is grians fave)

doc, etho, beef, and gem play eachother in lacrosse all the time, getting way to agressive each time (always some form of an injury outcome)

jevin is a weirdly good baker, makes the best cakes(taste and decoration)

pearl is rlly good at anything art related (loves painting/ drawing other hermits doing whatever)

ren makes the server put on plays (hes director and the main character in every one)(hes hires whatever hermits he can get to also act in them)

75% of the times tango sneezes, something catches on fire (theres fire extinguishers everywhere imaginable)

xb is the fastest swimmer on the server by a landslide, every hermit has tried to best him but he always wins by atleast 2 seconds

zed collects little trinkets, and leaves them in peoples bases as gifts

[sxvual]

Felicity • f i v e

a/n: sorry all. i had a very busy and unplanned day.

also gonna be reworking all the banners for each chapter, i want them all to be different and set the tone for the chapter. so if yall get any notifs on past chapters, its not new content, just me messing around x

DM always open beautiful ppls 💌

cw: alcohol consumption, mature themes, suggestive content mentioned between consenting adults

listening suggestions 🎵: night + morning by alina baraz

word count: 3.9k (sorry she’s a shortie)

*The Lunch Meeting 

One thing about Athena’s career path was that it required many inhuman skills. Practically seeing into the future being one of them. She saw herself coming to this meeting with Roman to potentially consider his offer, but ultimately turn him down at the end. Citing her inability to balance any new high profile clients with her busy schedule as the reason. 

She didn’t see herself indulging in Roman’s casual flirty banter. 

But she did. 

She didn’t think she’d shrug off her coat due to the way the conversation heated up over time. 

But she did. 

Athena also didn’t foresee herself being on a third glass of chilled cabernet as she thoroughly enjoyed herself much more than planned. 

But she was.

This was risky. Athena had spent years perfecting the art of professional distance, of being respected rather than charmed. But Roman Reigns had a way of disarming her carefully curated strategy with nothing more than a deep glance in her direction. Coupled with the slow, easy confidence of a man who never had to try too hard. 

Their conversation began with logistics of their next steps—the interviews, further control of the Solo situation, a roadmap to success already forming in both of their minds. But then, somewhere between the appetizers and the main course, the discussion had shifted. 

“That accent I heard last night, on the phone,” Roman mused, tilting his head slightly, “Something else there?” 

Athena glanced up from her plate, surprised he even noticed—her polished corporate image included an impersonal monotone drawl. “Dominicana, I’m afro-latina.” she admitted, “My family’s originally from there, but I grew up down in Miami.” 

Roman’s brow lifted in interest. “Miami? That explains a lot.” 

She smirked, “And what does that mean?” She feigned offense as she perched her chins in her hands.

Roman leaned back in his seat, it cowered a bit in light of his large built frame, studying her like she was a puzzle he was enjoying the challenge of figuring out. “You’ve got this fire to you. Confidant, sharp—like someone who grew up having to prove herself. Miami’s got that energy. I get that, I was like that.” 

She hummed, satisfied with the answer but not wanting to give away just how right he was. “But you live here in Tampa now?” She shook her head while sipping her wine. “No, I moved down here right after college, better opportunities for what I wanted to do. I double majored in Marketing and Business Administration. And by the time I was 22, I was already making the moves to start my own firm.”

Roman let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “Damn. You weren’t playing around.”

“I never did,” she admitted. “Still don’t.” 

He smiled at that, a slow, approving grin that made something warm unfurl in her stomach. “A prodigy.” 

“I was ambitious.” she corrected. “When you come from where I come, you learn to work twice as hard. Me and Amina built from nothing.”

Roman’s expression shifted slightly, his respect deepening, “You built an empire by 29. That’s impressive as hell, Athena.” 

She shrugged, but she couldn’t deny the satisfaction that bloomed in her chest at the acknowledgement. “It wasn’t easy, there were…complications.” 

His gaze sharpened in curiosity, he wouldn’t ask but he wondered if she’d tell. 

Athena hesitated before answering, twirling the stem of her glass between her fingers. “I come from a big family,” she finally said. “Not a wealthy one. When Amina and I started making real money, things changed. Some of our relatives were happy for us, but others…they expected things. Help. Before I knew both my parents quit their job without even telling us. They wanted money, and we gave it. Willingly. But–” she stuttered a bit. “No matter what we did, it was never enough. They’d ask for more and more, but wouldn’t even visit. Wouldn’t call unless they needed something.” 

Roman’s jaw tightened slightly, like he understood all too well. “That's rough.” Roman understood the feeling of getting lost in the shuffle of such a big family but being used and underappreciated, no. And he felt for her a lot. 

“It is.” she admitted, “I still take care of them. I probably always will. But the only real family I have is my twin. Amina and I…we’re all we’ve got. And that's okay with me.”

He nodded with a thoughtful expression, he appreciated her openness with him and without even realizing he gained even more respect for Athena. “Yeah, big families are like that for sure.” 

Athena neatly arched brows lifted in surprise. “You speak from experience?” 

Roman chuckled. “Oh yeah. Samoan. Big family. Three older sisters and a brother, my brother passed away a few years ago.” his face pinched up in a pained expression and Athena found herself softening. “I’m sorry to hear that.” Roman nodded but continued. “Yeah—and too many cousins to count—but there's one person more important than them all.” 

She tilted her head intrigued, “Who?”

His entire face changed, His lips curved into something softer, his eyes warmed with an affection so genuine that it caught Athena off guard. “My daughter,” he said. “She’s four, and she’s my world.”

Athena blinked, absorbing the revelation. A daughter. She hadn’t expected that. She chided herself for not doing her research on him as she properly should’ve but Roman had been properly distracting. 

“You’re a father?” she asked, her voice gentle barely above a whisper. 

Roman nodded, and there was something almost reverent in the way he spoke.

 “Yeah, she’s everything to me.”

Athena allowed a smile to creep on her face despite herself. “I can tell. You just lit up like a Christmas tree.”

Roman chuckled. “Yeah, well. She’s got me wrapped around her little finger, and she knows it.” 

Athena leaned forward slightly, propping her chin on her hand, “Tell me about her?”

And he did. 

For the next hour, Roman talked about his babygirl. ‘Gigi’ he affectionately called her, his tenderness made something deep inside Athena ache and she fought to ignore it. She saw a different side of him—the man beneath the larger than life persona, the ‘tribal chief’, the face of the WWE softened when he talked about tiny hands and bedtime stories and a little girl who had him completely in her grasp. 

By the end of night Athena had learned a lot about Roman. She could say it was for work, that she was just getting to know a client intimately for the sole purpose of ensuring their success. But it wasn’t. 

She was looking at Roman differently and she didn’t expect this at all. Hadn’t expected to enjoy his company, hadn’t expected to find common ground with him, and certainly hadn’t expected how intimately they’d get to know each other in the end…

*hours later

Everything had unravelled so quickly. 

Roman’s mouth was hot against hers, his body pressing her now into the cool surface of the nearest wall. A perfect contradiction of fire and restraint. 

Athena knew they were being reckless. Knew she was going too far with him. But as Roman hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, she couldn’t bring herself to care. 

Their breaths mingled, heavy and uneven, as his lips traced along the delicate curve of her jaw. “Tell me, to stop,” he murmured in his voice a low, dangerous growl against her hot brown skin. 

Athena fingers gripped at his taut golden skin and felt around the rippling of his back muscles and arms, that held her up with ease. Her nails scraping lightly over his tattoos. “I should,” she whispered back, her voice betraying her hesitation. 

Roman lifted his head slightly, their faces mere inches apart. His dark eyes were intense, searching hers in silence to ask for permission. And then, instead of telling him to stop, Athena attacked his lips again, surging their hot kiss forward. 

It was slow and deep this time, less frantic, but no less consuming. Roman groaned against her mouth, his hands tightening around her hips sinking down to the swell of her ass as he pressed her harder against the door.

“Athena, babygirl,” he muttered between kisses, his voice thick with dwindling restraint. “You’re making it really damn hard for me right now..” 

She let out a breathless, teasing laugh. “You’re the one who came up here..” 

Roman smirked, pressing his forehead against hers. “And you’re the one who invited me in.” 

For a moment they stayed like that, foreheads touching, breath mingling, the weight of the moment pressing down on them. 

They both knew better but no one was moving away. 

“Tell me what you want Athena,” 

He just barely whispered groaned into Athena’s waiting ears, his hands roamed up and down her body leaving a hot trail of heat in its wake. Roman had barely touched her and he was doing something to her she’d never experienced before. 

He forced a response out of her that not even Dallas could get after ten years of marriage. 

Dragging his soft lips to feminine column of her neck, his lips were so soft.

Tipping her head up to look into his eyes Roman reiterated his words, deeper and seductively.

“Athena, tell me baby..”

She licked her lips, the wanton need painfully obvious all over her pretty face. Slowly Athena slid her head down the expanse of his hard chest and to the front of his slacks until she found the object of her desires. ‘Well damn’ Athena was almost sure by the way Roman moved he was packing something but to actually feel it for herself, she was very pleased. 

Throbbing under her touch, Roman’s member twitched and jerked, sending a chill of anticipation through her body. Athena slid her hand up and down applying pressure to the tip as she caressed him through the material. His sharp inhales of pleasure made her grin happily. 

“I thought it was understood what I wanted as soon as I asked you to come up here.” They both smirked. 

The first thing Roman became aware of was the smell. Sex lingered in the air, the warming odor a reminder of the pleasurable night before. Warm skin, faint traces of sweet perfume. The unmistakable lasting notes of her. 

Athena. 

The second thing? The fact that she was no longer curled into his chest, long statuesque legs draped over his naked waist. 

He cracked open a tired eye. The sunlight filtering in through the blinds was soft but persistent, painting long golden lines across the crisp white sheets. The same sheets that were not frustratingly empty on her side. 

Roman smirked to himself. He knew what this was. 

Athena was panicking. 

And if he listened closely—there it was. A faint rustling from somewhere in the room. Then the sharp sound of a drawer opening, followed by a muttered curse. 

Yeah. Definitely panicking. 

She was still beautiful as ever, oversexed and frazzled. 

He turned onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow just as Athena emerged from the closet wrapped in the bedsheet like a woman preparing for battle. Her hair—wild from his fingers tangling in it several times in the night—framed her gorgeous face, big eyes darting around like she was looking for an escape route in her own home. 

Roman grinned. “Morning sweetheart.” 

Athena whirled around so fast she nearly tripped over the sheet, her ass jiggling with the movement. “Oh, hell no. You do not get to be relaxed right now,” she snapped, pointing a stern finger at him. “You should be freaked out. Why aren’t you freaked out?” 

Roman stretched comfortably across the bed, utterly at ease. “Because I don’t regret a single second of last night?”

Her nostrils flared. Oh, she hated that answer.

Too bad for her, he wasn’t lying. 

Athena groaned and rubbed at her temples. “You don’t have to regret it, but you can at least acknowledge that it was a huge lapse in judgement.”

Roman lazily scratched his bearded jaw, pretending to think about it. “A huge lapse, huh?” 

“Yes!” 

He smirked. “So you’re saying it was bad?” Roman knew for damn sure it wasn’t, he just wanted to make her squirm. Her mouth opened and closed. She scowled. “That’s not what I said.” 

Roman pushed himself up to sit against the headboard cocking his head, also not bothering to hide his…very erect friend. “It sounds like that's what you said.”

Athena shifted uncomfortably. “It was….inappropriate.” 

Roman shrugged. “I don’t know, it felt very appropriate at the time, especially when you did that thing on top and you—”

Athena glared. “Roman.” 

He held up his hands. “Fine, fine. You want me to acknowledge it was a lapse. Sure it was.” He let out a haughty scoff, “A really, really good lapse though.” Athena groaned like she was in physical pain. Roman chuckled. 

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He could see it written all over her face—she was spooked. And not just because they slept together. 

No. She, just like him, was terrified of what it meant.

In her eyes, her life was ruined. 

She slept with Roman Reigns. Her client. 

Her very high profile, very bad for her career client. 

Athena sucked in a sharp hasty breath. 

So yes, Athena was terrified. Because for the life of her she still didn’t know what this meant. 

And that was interesting for both of them. 

“Look,” she started, taking a deep breath, like she was trying to rein it in, after it had already been let loose. “We crossed a line. A big one. I should have never invited you up here.”

Roman stood, stretching, utterly unashamed at his bareness as he walked towards her. He didn’t miss the way her gaze flicked down—just for a second—before she forced it back up. 

“Can’t take it back now,” he murmured. “And I don’t think either of us wanted to at the time.” 

Athena folded her arms under her chest, her hard nipples hard and visible peeking through the thin fabric of the sheet she donned. “Not the point, Reigns.”

“Then what is?” 

“That we work together, and now it’s complicated!” 

Roman scoffed. “Athena, we just had great sex. No one died. What’s complicated?” 

Her lips parted, but nothing came out. Roman smirked. Got her. 

She huffed. “Are you always this insufferable in the morning?”

He grinned. “Depends on who’s in my bed.” 

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. He loved riling her up.

Athena exhaled through her nose, clearly trying to stay on track. “I need to get dressed. You need to get dressed. And then you need to leave.” 

Roman raised a brow. “Kicking me out already. No breakfast? Coffee?” 

She shot him a flat look. “Maybe if we didn’t miss our meeting!” 

He sighed dramatically, “Well excuse me if I rocked your world and wanted to bask in it.” Roman stepped forward into her space till he was forced to look down at her. “And here I thought we had something special.” 

Athena pinched the bridge of her nose. “Roman.”

“I still love it when you say my name..” His smirk couldn’t leave his face if he tried. 

She glared holes into the pecs of his chest, “Alright, alright.” He lifted his hands in surrender, but the amusement didn’t leave his face. He was enjoying this too much. 

Still as he grabbed his pants from the floor, her words finally started sinking in. 

She wasn’t just panicking over last night. 

Athena was considering pulling back entirely. 

Roman fastened his belt, watching her carefully. “So what now?” 

Hesitation clearly plagued her pinched expression. “Now we pretend this never happened.” 

Roman’s jaw ticked and for the first time the knowing smirk was wiped off his face. 

Pretend?

Like hell. 

Still, he could see it—her walls were flying back up, reinforced with steel. And if he pushed too hard right now, she might actually shut him out for good. 

So, for now, he’d let her think she was in control knowing that's where she felt the most comfortable. Safe. 

He smirked, slipping his watch onto his wrist. “Alright, sweetheart. Whatever you say.” 

She frowned, clearly suspicious of how easily he conceded. “That’s it?” He shrugged. 

“You want me to leave? I’ll leave. I respect your wishes, Athena.” 

Athena eyed him warily, then nodded. “Good.” 

Roman grabbed his shirt off a nearby chair, taking his time rolling up the sleeves. He noticed the way her gaze lingered on his forearms before she willed herself to look away. 

He grinned, poor thing. She was trying so hard. 

Once he was fully dressed, he made his way to the door and opened it—then paused. 

“By the way…” He turned back to her, tilting his head. “You never answered my question.” 

She frowned. His smirked deepened. “Was it bad?” He knew she would be instantly flustered because by the way she was screaming last night, it was anything but. 

Her eyes darkened, jaw twitching. Roman let out a roar of laughter. “Didn’t think so, baby girl.” 

Roman whisked past her landing a sharp smirk on her ass on his way out. 

The second the door closed behind him, Roman let out a long exhale, rubbing at his jaw. 

Shit. 

He thought taking her to the bed would also put to bed his growing attraction. And that maybe once he had her, he’d be over it. 

Instead?

He wanted her more. 

It wasn’t just the sex—though it had been more than phenomenal. It was her. The way she challenged him. The way she thought steps ahead of everyone else. The way she tried so hard to keep herself contained—especially around him. But when she cracked? 

Goddamn, was it worth the wait.

And now she wanted to pretend it never happened? 

‘Not a chance in hell’ he thought. 

Roman smirked to himself as he headed toward the elevator. Athena could pretend all she wanted, but he wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, he was coming harder than ever because this all confirmed one thing for Roman Reigns.

He wanted Athena James. And he was gonna have her. 

It would just take a little convincing. And Roman had the time and the means. 

Roman did a lot of thinking on his drive back to his side of Tampa. He let his fingers drum against the steering wheel thoughtfully. The drive should have been peaceful as he navigated the quiet roads home—just him, the hum of the engine, and the lasting impression of Athena. 

He could still feel her. 

The warmth of her skin, the way her nails raked down his back, the breathless way she moaned his name. Damn. 

He hadn’t just enjoyed her. He had been completely consumed by her. 

And he knew, without a doubt, she was gonna put up one hell of a fight after this. 

She would probably try to keep him at arm’s length from now on, maybe even attempt to rescind her agreement to handle his image personally. But last night wasn’t some random hookup. It was the start of something completely different. 

What exactly? 

Roman still wasn’t sure. And as a man who was almost always particular and decisive it bothered him. Still, he wasn’t about to let her run from it while they tried to figure things out. 

His musings were interrupted by the sharp ring of his car's bluetooth system. The name flashing across the screen immediately evoked a cringeful sigh from the big man. 

Tianna. 

Fuck. 

He sighed, his jaw tightening as he inevitably pressed the answer button. “Yeah?”

“Where the hell were you last night?” She practically screeched. 

Roman rolled his eyes. “Hello to you too, Tianna.” 

“Don’t fucking play with me, Roman,” she snapped. “I called your ass twice. No answer. Where were you?”

Romans grip on the wheel tightened. “That’s none of your damn business.” 

She scoffed. “It is when I need to talk to you about your daughter.” 

Roman blew out a ragged breath, already knowing where this was going. “What do you want Tianna?” 

“Whatever boy, I’m dropping Gianna off today. I got shit to do this weekend.” 

Of course. 

Roman wasn’t mad about seeing his daughter earlier than planned—in fact, he was thrilled. But what pissed him off was the way Tianna did this—always on her time, always last minute, and always like she was doing him a favor by letting him have his own kid. 

“She has preschool tomorrow, I have to start getting ready to fly out for smackdown.” 

“Then take her with you, I don’t care.” 

Roman clenched his jaw. “You mean I gotta bring her to work with me? She’ll miss school—”

“She’s four, Roman, she’ll live. Or I can just stick her with my mom and let her know daddy don't have time for her again.” Roman shook his head, ire simmering deep and hot in his veins. As much as he wished Tianna wouldn’t be so spiteful to hurt their daughter like that, he knew better. She absolutely would.  

She did it all the time. Any time Roman didn’t bend to her will whether it be money, attention, sex, she wouldn’t let him see Gianna for weeks, at one point months. But Roman couldn’t take her to court again, not only did the court side with her as the mother, Roman also had a schedule too busy to go for full custody. Sometimes he felt trapped (he was, honestly) and as much as he loved their daughter, he couldn’t stand the evilness in his babymama. 

“You could’ve told me earlier. You knew you had plans yesterday, I'm sure.” 

“I’m telling you now.” 

Of course, now just meant whenever it was convenient for her. Roman breathed through his nose knowing damn well arguing wasn’t going to change anything. “I’m not home yet. Drop her off in an hour so I can get ready for her.” 

Tianna let out a sarcastic laugh. “Where the hell are you?” 

His silence must have pissed her off more because she immediately snapped. 

“Oh, I see. You were out screwing around.”

Roman’s patience was wearing thin. “I don’t owe you an explanation. We’re not together.” 

“Yeah, well, maybe if you kept your dick in your pants, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” 

Roman laugh was bitter and humorless. “Oh, so now Gigi is a mess? Don’t talk about my fucking daughter like that.” 

She huffed. “You know that’s not what I meant.” 

“Then what the hell do you mean?” 

Silence. 

Because she didn’t have an answer. 

The truth was their relationship had been mistake since the jump. A whirlwind fling with a beautiful girl that turned into something permanent when she got pregnant, and the evilness that lurked beneath a pretty face reared its ugly head. By the time he realized how chaotic she was, it was too damn late. Roman still didn’t know how she got pregnant, he was always careful and she swore she was on birth control as well. 

Four years later and he was still sure that was an absolute lie. 

But he couldn’t complain, he got the love of his life out of the deal. And for all the hellishness that was her mother, Gianna was the best thing he could’ve ever done. And Roman refused to let their personal issues affect his daughter's happiness. 

“Just drop her off later,” he muttered. 

“Whatever, Roman,” she snapped, and before he could say another word, the line went dead. 

Roman exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face as frustration rolled through him. 

His mood definitively shifted. But then, Athena's face flashed through his mind. 

As bothered as she was this morning she still looked stunning. Her voice, her touch, the way she had melted under him the night before. 

His lips curled into a small smirk.

Maybe his morning had started with complications, but he sure wasn’t about to let that ruin the fact that it had also been one hell of a beginning. 

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[hawkepockets]

ok ik this is gonna be an unpopular post but i’m not comfortable letting others take all the heat—

the current one-sided conversation about @/guildwarsgirl’s alleged harrassment “for liking logan” has, i think deliberately in some places, conflated two very different episodes.

according to ppl who have mutual friends with gwg, she’s been receiving bullying messages on tumblr and whisper chat, including death threats, for some time now just for posting about an unpopular character (logan). this is third-hand information—i have no way to verify the frequency or intensity of any messages she may have received in private, but cyberbullying is of course unacceptable.

i don’t see what bearing that has on what went down at tyria pride, which was, for those who don’t know, gwg attending in a logan cosplay and announcing “seraph pride” at each new map to draw attention to her presence as logan and specifically her presence as a fictional police officer, which prompted several replies of “acab,” “no cops at pride,” “pass on logan,” “read the room,” and other light barbs. feeling unwelcome, she chose to leave rather than switch characters or quietly drop the bit. this can hardly be characterized as mobbing and driving someone from the event.

i understand why gwg may have felt like those comments were a culmination of any harrassment she was experiencing prior - but in reality this was just organic low intensity clowning on an unknown attendee for their situationally inappropriate behavior at pride. behavior that, intentionally or not, invoked real world fears about police violence and infiltration & constraint of the lgbt movement. it was a faux pas, plain n simple, and it was racially charged.

this isn’t really about logan at pride though—it’s about the public meltdown abt people’s remarks at pride, followed by an immediate and overwhelming sympathetic response: free art, an outpouring of encouragement to repeat the same insensitive behavior at next year’s event, pointed underlining of community rules, and an immediate, visible circling of the wagons in response to a white blogger’s tears, forcibly aligning any questions, commentary, or discomfort about what happened at pride with “bullying and death threats.” this does not foster a safe space for discussion about sensitive topics, especially not for poc.

incidentally, while word was starting to get around about “seraph pride” yesterday, a “make some noise poc” call-and-response at the same pride march got only 2 woohoos ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and i don’t want to hear any dismissal of that as accidental or not representative when one of my formative experiences with this community was the real mobbing and discharge of an artist of color from the same social circles now closing defensively around a white girl. just think about the tone you’re all setting as white bloggers, and worry less about policing the tones of poc

[mechadotss]

There is this thing in fandom spaces I noticed where it doesn't really feel like a community anymore but more... corporate. The transformers fandom is not an exception. An artist having hurt feelings over their fanart being copied is not something that needs to be discussed under "what is legal" or not. We are not businesses trying to sue each other we are all people that like the same toy line.

As artists, the line of inspiration and plagiarism can be a fine line, however just like most things in life- Proper communication and acknowledging the humanity in each other is the proper way of dealing with issues like this. If you hurt someones feelings your first priority is making sure what that person needs to not feel hurt anymore. Not trying to damage control the situation to appease the public eye. BE CONSIDERATE OF THE PEOPLE YOU ARE SHARING A SPACE WITH.

I see people that make these fandom spaces feel weirdly cold and uncaring, So i decided to also take the time to mention and discuss my inspirations that helped me form my own voice when it comes to my transformers related art & writing- Because I think we as artist should learn on how to give back when we take inspiration:

DerrickJWyatt:

Starting off with the late Derrick- I enjoyed his unique and recognizable art style even outside of transformers, but it was Transformers Animated that became my first exposure to the franchise when I was watching cartoons- It's unique setting made me experiment with how I want my AU to feel like. I studied the concept art when I was trying to get a grasp on how I want my designs to look, which helped me create my own unique design philosophy that still feels like it is transformers while also being its own thing. His twitter is still up for those that want to see his doodles and fun ideas.

@disformer:

Incredible artist with the ability to make drawing robots look so effortless, which if you are an artist you'd understand how having the ability to make something look effortless- requires a lot of effort. The resources they posted are so incredibly helpful- This video he made saved my life when trying to draw these stupid robot ppl- recommended to anyone who hates drawing squares and is lazy <3.

@combaticon:

The- and I mean THE transformers writer. If you haven't read her work you are missing out because her writing comes from such a genuine place, where even tragedy and uncomfortable feelings are written beautifully to capture the complex and messy experience that is life. Writing that embraces queerness without sanding off the edges to make it appealing to the masses. Combaticon writes stories that can only be written at home, for you and your friends. It makes me enjoy sharing my own writing to connect with others in the same way her work spoke to me.

@drill-teeth-art:

Amazing and creative artworks that highlight body positivity not seen much in fandoms. Drill-Teeth creates Transformers designs that all look incredibly interesting, distinct and unique! Also just incredible artworks done digitally as well with a pen and paper. I have been getting into drawing more on paper myself because of the amazing work I saw drill make. (However my analog art could use some work </3)

There are more I could mention but I would probs be sitting here all day- I hope any artist who reads this decides to think about how they can give back to a community that inspired them. Peace and love everyone

[sanctus-ingenium]

Just wanted to ask, please forgive me if you've already answred this, what program do you use? Your art fucks HARD and like. I was looking at your art of the two moths over the city they die in and I was hit with the wave of "oh that looks really fucking fun actually." Like i know my art program can't do some of those effects and like, I'd love to try fucking about with them.

hi there, thank you! all my art is done in procreate and paint tool sai

because you mentioned that drawing in particular i thought it would be fun to break it down and show ppl what exactly went into each part of it so check this out

sketch & lineart - the brushes come from georgbrush.club and the urban sketcher is my most commonly used lineart brush, it has a nice irregular shape. the square brush is nice for big blocky sketches.

the cityscape was REALLY hard but basically I got a photo of the skyline of florence, traced some basic building shapes, then bullshitted the rest using the vertical symmetry/mirror tool to cut down on the amount of work (so i only had to sketch one half of the city). then for lineart I turned off vertical symmetry, turned on the two-point perspective tool, and got this:

the rose windows were made using the radial symmetry tool.

I didn't like it being so flat, so I used the liquify tool to make a kind of fish-eye effect (limited success tbh). I liked how it looked but the buildings in front needed something to cover them up to make the liquification less obvious...

first pass colours. I felt they were very washed out, aside from the sun which i loved. I use the spectra brush (default procreate) for skyscapes a lot, I love the texture. Although the clouds were filled in using the lasso selection tool, I softened the edges using the square pencil again and added texture using true grit sampler grainy brushes. The translucency effect comes from my setting the brush as an eraser. The sun rays come from the radial symmetry tool.

Blocking in the moths' colours was done with the urban sketcher again.

Something people may not have noticed is the labyrinth hidden in the sky! yeah I had a bunch of versions where it was more obvious but I found that it clashed a bit and was too busy, so I made it subtle. But yes. I searched for "royalty free labyrinth" and picked one.

The toner grit brush is one you've seen before if you've looked at any art on tumblr lately (this is such a popular brush) and it's from the true grit fast grit set. The pointillism brush is from the true grit free sampler pack, like my grain brushes.

I added shadows to the moths, increased saturation overall, and changed the clouds to a translucent blue (you can even see in the sun where I forgot to block in the sun itself because the clouds over it used to be opaque lol). Moon rays were drawn using the radial symmetry tool but this time with rotational symmetry off. I also moved the moon down closer to the moths because I felt that it was a bit far away, and this served to visually divide the drawing into three equal parts, so I chose to lean into that and divide the sky colours too, to show passing time, or an endless moment - morning, evening, night, etc.

And then the oroborous, I tried a few different effects on it because I wanted it to be very clearly separate from the main scene - I settled on a dot matrix newsprint texture, using procreate's onboard tool, and some heavy chromatic aberration. This is because the oroborous isn't real, it's purely symbolic and the moths' demise started when they became photographers so I liked the print media aspect there as well. The story itself is about grief without closure, cyclical violence, and sunk cost fallacy, while everyone explores an endless labyrinth, so an oroborous fits I think

what makes art fun to me is thinking up ways I can tell a story using just a single image. and sure a lot of it will be lost to an audience who isn't familiar with the characters or backstory but i want to leave enough in there that even complete strangers to my work will be able to construct a narrative about what's happening here, rather than it just being a cool image. that's my goal.

Finally I exported it to sai on my pc to give it a once-over. this is really important because the retina display on an ipad is oversaturated on purpose, to make everything look amazing and vibrant. but what this means is that on other screens, your work might look washed out. it's especially bad at displaying yellows! so i look at it in sai on my pc and i make minor adjustments, in this case I actually added another multiply layer on the moths and an overlay on their non-shadowed parts to increase the contrast there.

finally if you've read this far, I played a little trick with the caption of the drawing. yeah, THEY die... but only one of those moths is a theythem pronoun haver... the other has to survive. he isn't given a choice in the matter.

[illumnis]

your presence is my dream. ― you are the light he follows in the dark to find safety, you are the lighthouse that provides him comfort when he's lost in the cruel sea, you are what he connects to others; the good traits and the bad traits- you are what encourages him to love freely, anything and everything. so what's so bad about admiring an angel at work?

pairing: var!genshin men x gn!reader (seperate!!)

warnings: established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff (unedited!!)

note: i'm writing this on my dad's macbook so this is like foreign ground for me,, the formatting might be a little weird. ALSO i haven't written in a hot min so i'm def going to be out of practice!! i’m sorry in advance if this work is not to my usual standards <;/3

art creds: dannylailai on artstation

it wasn't that your boyfriend was disturbed by the sudden interruption to your date. at first, of course, he was shaken up and slightly disappointed, but seeing the way you lit up was enough to settle his nerves.

your passion, your drive, and the simple notion to never let your love stay caged within a set of limbs, you loved, and freely at that. when he first met you, it scared him a little- how easily you found it to share a piece of your heart with the world. how willing you were to let things break your heart and to forgive because; that will be how it will be.

with you, he learned. with you, the world has become twenty times more colourful (as cliche as it sounds).

despite how much he has learned, to love every piece of the world ardently, he still manages to save the admiration for you.

though, he'll never admit that despite how much he appreciates every patch of grass, or blooming flower, or wise tree, he'll always find you the most breathtaking.

your eyes lit up with fervour- you were reminiscing about something with such passion to your old friend who had welcomingly interrupted his and your date.

he decides to listen in for a moment, still keeping gentle eyes drifting around your face. the curve of your lips, the glisten in your eyes, the tint of your skin.

if he wasn't delighted by you already, now he'd really have a field day.

"yeah! i don't think i missed anything... hey, do you remember anything from our first date that i missed?" you wonder, your head tilting in his direction and looking at him with not-so-sercret admiration.

he felt his heart soar, he tries to maintain his composure with an utterly content smile. he's scared that if he let's his resolve fall, his smile will reach as high as the clouds.

you had been talking about him with that fervour. he had been the reason for the twinkle of mirth in your eyes. he had been the cause of this avid passion.

the two of you stare at each other for a second. you, still expecting a response, hum and tilt your head in anticipation. at the slightest, he let's his smile twitch upwards.

the beat of your heart picks up as you catch his gaze drifting from your eyes, to your lips, and back up to your eyes.

in his eyes, a luster of affection dancing through his irises, which only makes you fight off the reverent grin that tries to mold it's way onto your lips.

he then breaks his gaze, looking over at your friend politely, the same passion you held evident on his eyes, but not his face.

he then looks back at you and once again, his smile grows at the sight of you, "no, i think you covered it all."

— boys who (begrudingly or not) admit that your mere presence is enough to enliven him- or in other words; idiots in love: childe, lyney, tighnari, kaveh, kazuha, wanderer, alhaitham, neuvillette, heizou, zhongli, kaeya, baizhu, albedo, wriothesley (I CAN LITERALLY SEE SO ANY PPL HELP)

navi. mlist.

[obsolete-stars-if]

Shhh forget about the port,,, I have art

I've been having a lot of stress and subsequently migraines recently. Everyone say thanks to job hunting for my head angry.

(I am still learning to draw chubby ppl so please add some weight to TK in ur minds BCS my hands refused to draw them how I want to)

You can't see it but Gigi and Kate have stretch marks BCS they deserve to be hot and actually realistic. I have so many things to say about their looks and stuff lemme just break the post so it's not a wall of text.

SO in OS magic can influence how you look, things you like or want on your body can be added/changed over time. The best example is Mikhail, since we know they do not look like the rest of their family, but instead look like the General. The person who actually took care of Mikhail and he sees as his family.

Now, magic changes in appearance aren't limited to such cases like Mikhail. But rather basically anyone. It's not an instant overnight change, BCS u know. Your body has to physically change and adjust. And for those without magic, potions can be made, and smaller changes can be set into ur body with one two sessions. That would include hair color for example. Ofc it takes time BCS your hair has to grow out in the new color, but it's basically set rather quickly.

Now my fav part about this entire thing: it means that in OS there are no beauty standards. They cannot be established BCS nothing can be cherry picked and then gatekept. That also means that most of the cast (excluding Sammy and TK BCS they don't have magic nor were interested in it yet) look how they want to.

So things that are seen traditionally as flaws, stretch marks, lines from age, chubbiness, scars, etc. Are primarily on someone's body BCS they believe it to be beautiful on them.

Kate and Gigi love being chubby, like the stretch marks. Mikhail still adores all of his scars. Alia enjoys being small and aerodynamic. Sascha obv loves everything about his body. And while TK has their insecurities about their scars, they overwise like their body. And Sammy has never thought about not liking their body [outside of gender dysphoria, including TK].

And I care so much about that. If u ever feel like u hate ur body, and if it helps just a tiny bit. All of the RO think you're beautiful, regardless of what you dislike about your looks. They'd never reject nor think badly about your body, BCS even flaws are beautiful.

And you are beautiful, your smile and laugh lights the room, even if u have bad or crooked teeth. The hair on your body is beautiful, acne, moles and freckles are like small kisses on your skin. (my mother used to tell me that each freckle and mole is where an angel kissed me before sending me to earth.) Your eyes are beautiful, with or without glasses, even if you struggle with lazy eyes, or you don't like the color. Any scar on your body, self inflicted or not, is a sign of your survival, from a deep depressive state to tripping one day as a kid. The lines on your face are a reflection of your wisdom, of your emotions, the experiences you've had already. They show how much you've cried, laughed, loved, screamed.

If you struggle with body insecurities, know that all the RO know you're beautiful, and if fictional characters aren't enough, hell, I think you're beautiful.

[leixo-demo]

any tips on how to draw in the splatoon style?

Ive been trying over and over to answer this question but i simply can't, cus i dont know how i make stuff, i did 2 tutorials in the past and they are simply me going "yeah you just go black in your mind and then come back and boom!" I tried to film myself a few times but still it's simply me zoning out filling a canvas of millions of sketches and then just drawing and drawing. There's no step by step thing, I simply just go BRBRBRBRBBRR and like adding really REALLY specific details and then BRBRBRBBR.

I tried hard, to think, why I make it accurate, I honestly tried for over 4 years to do splatoon looking art before i even opened this account, especially for commissions or doing more splatband art, people can give you feedback and if you're good enough they'll pay you.

I really came to think I was the best to just hate the art i did 3 days after, I did the "pufuu" moment trying to fake leake art or something and you can really put there if ppl is 1) so desesperated for new art 2) youre good at it

Then I tried to think, well did i studied the style? Yesss,,, at the begining, then i starts to differ as different artists besides Inoue, and his style also develops, so basically as long it fits,,

These 3 drawings just look complely different from each other and still it simply makes them more unique.

"But then how you make it splatoon?" You simply can't, cus it is not just one person, there is a lot, make it your own, give it your own twist, but, what about brushes, THATS what gives the style... right?

MogaChumu, on devianart

this art LOOKS officinal, but it isnt, thre's barely any rough edges like in original, there's some shading but it is not like in the original

is it the anatomy? neither, you can clearly see how they change every time how they draw inklings, sometimes the draw eyebrows in place, sometimes they round the faces sometimes they color pink they mouth despite the ink color. IT IS NOT JUST ONE PERSON.

I can't really give you more than this. As I mentioned in other posts, I use clip studio paint, my brushes were made by myself 4 years ago. If you have a hard time making your own there's (again) pufuu's brush set for procreate: https://x.com/pufuulive/status/1427743911708143617?lang=bn

the same but for psd and csp: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/15Ib-jyvKxIDi0um0FnX3LcBet6m1pym3

and if you use another program just search for "Splatoon brushes" and go to the image tab, ive seen brushes uploaded in devianart for paint tool sai and for ibis paint. I just searched for splatoon tutorials and I found this saved: https://www.tiktok.com/discover/how-to-do-splatoon-art-style

Here's one of my videos if you can take anything and analyse it better than me, I'm sorry I can't really give you anything better,

[deepinthegroves]

hihihihi this is for the moodboard request game::

🥯 : BAGEL . . . create a mood board of your significant other(s) in your desired reality. you could include their face claim, favorite color, clothing style, what your relationship with them looks like, etc.

🥨 : PRETZEL . . . create a mood board of your home in your desired reality. your favorite rooms, the exterior, the interior, the vibe, etc.

seeing other ppls drs gives me sm motivation too so hehheh 🔥🔥

the other loml <3 /j . thank you for sending me the ask!!

answering for my spiderverse reality...

🥯 : BAGEL . . . create a mood board of your significant other(s) in your desired reality. you could include their face claim, favorite color, clothing style, what your relationship with them looks like, etc.

oh boy, everyone, get ready for the mountains of texts incoming.

i've been in love with hobie for a year and a half now (i apologise, i only fell in love with him in july of 2023. i used to hate his guts gahhh. lore dump lol.), so it's no surprise i have loads of little scenarios with him dominating my brain. i'm going to discuss a few of them today (what is this a talk show?) using the pictures as references!

the top left picture: that is art of his room. i found it on pinterest, and though i'm not sure how official it is, i feel like it isn't too far off. of course, it's common knowledge that he lives in a houseboat, and i absolutely adore that. the ability to sail off as you wish? sleeping while the boat rocks at night? (that's going to take some time to get used to...) i am also convinced that his houeboat is MESSY, but even then, he knows where the things he needs are. i'd step in and gape at the mess, and yet if i ask him to "pretty please lend me one of your vests", he'd reach into a random pile and yank it out.

the middle left and bottom middle pictures: we love hanging out on random rooftops. sometimes gwen or pav joins us, but most of the time it's just us two, drink and packaged snacks shoved into my bottomless bag, hunting for a rooftop to sit on to survey the city and eat. it doesn't necessarily have to be a rooftop, any empty space where we could look down at the crowds of people and see the tops of the buildings will do.

the middle right picture: i am telling him that 24/7. anytime i can. randomly turning to him and telling him so. laying in his arms and murmuring it under my breath. cupping his face between my palms and repeating it. whispering it against his skin. like, c'mon. this is hobart larry brown we're talking about. you can't deny that this man is pretty, and i'm telling him that forever.

the bottom left picture: i love flowers – hell the second floor of my penthouse apartment is a mini greenhouse with plants hanging and my favourite flowers thriving – and he knows that. he'd get (steal) interesting flowers from other dimensions and give them to me when he visits me, like a little gift each time. sure they'd glitch sometimes, but i think it adds to the beauty of my flower arrangements.

the others are just there to add to the vibe, or it's just there because it makes sense (of course hobie's going to own battle vests ykwim).

🥨 : PRETZEL . . . create a mood board of your home in your desired reality. your favorite rooms, the exterior, the interior, the vibe, etc.

i'm going to be honest – i have a very specific layout of my penthouse apartment. i haven't been able to find anything that matches it, so these images are just there to set the mood.

going in order, we're starting with my vanity. in all honesty, it's a mess. makeup brushes sticking out of their cup unwashed for months (cough), palettes stacked up against the wall instead of in their assigned drawers, my usual combination having it's own corner on the table. i keep swearing i'd get to cleaning it but i've been so busy lately that i can't find time to. but hey, if it works, don't fix it right?

next, we have my kitchen. as expected, my kitchen fits the theme, the same as the rest of the apartment, and that is: a deep cherry red. here, things are a lot more organised. cups sit in the cupboards, dishes stashed away in the dishwasher (which, in true asian fashion, i never use...), and my stovetop is shining. i cook sometimes, mostly when i miss the meals my chinese grandmother would cook up, and it delights me to force hobie to eat some of it. "lotus root soup? who the hell eats lotus root soup? what even is lotus root?" and he licks the bowl clean anyways.

the third picture is of my bedside table. i have two (next to my four poster bed), and of course, they're overflowing with things. candles, ribbons, knickknacks and whatnot litter the top of the table, while the cupboards are filled with my favourite books and fashion magazines.

the fourth is of my study space-slash-mini library. your girl (/gn) is a book worm, y'all, and i need space for my books. when in doubt, stack upwards, and that's exactly what i did. my room is so stuffed with the things i like (mostly because i insist on giving a whole room for my pets), that my father had to get the builders to build the library on top of my study area. sure, it has my room feeling a little cramped, but at least there is lots and lots of space for my beloved books <3

the fifth, sixth and seventh are of the facilities in the apartment building i live in. i had the opportunity to help my father with decorating the building (yes, he owns the building i live in, it was the only way i could convince my parents to let me move out), and of course i'd make it as gorgeous as possible. our stairs are carpeted with vintage carpets, paintings line the foyers, and our facilities are all built with quaint little bricks, none of the glossy, minimalistic glass panels you'd often see. it's like a haven in here.

the last two pictures are of my living room. above my couch, i have several paintings – one even by one of my uni friends! i love paintings and they take up most of the wall space in my apartment. below it is my beloved red chesterfield sofa. when hobie first saw it, he was so amused by it – something about "of course the rich girl's got to have some sort of luxury couch". the first time he came over, he left a sticker on the side of the sofa. it was easily removable, because hobie knows his limits, but i left it there. now, every time he comes over, he's sticking a new one on there; it has gotten to a point that i can barely see the leather underneath it all.

[oranjeleeuw]

hows the pacific rim au going ???? its such a neat idea and i need ppl to draw concept art for it

DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU MY FRIEND

First of all, life happened and happened for good, I couldn't write much before but Now. NOW is the time.

I planned and plotted a lot during the whole year I first came up with the idea and I have a kind of strong base for the AU. I also have a brilliant beta by my side, my dear friend Frog (@faramircaptainofgender), so hopefully during this summer this idea will be shared with you all outside our little friend group.

I'll take this opportunity and shamelessly turn my answer into a main post for the AU.

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the title:

Human within the Machine

[brief synopsis]

The Nations of the world developed a simulation where future Jaeger pilots can practice for in-action cases. Max Verstappen outshines every other contestants in the history of drifting, there's only one problem - he's no team player.

Charles Leclerc is determined to stop the Kaijus and end their reign, once and for all. He lost his parents due to kaiju attacks, now he feels responsible not only to avenge their deaths, but to bring a brighter future to his brothers.

Jaeger engineering is living its golden age, there is money in it and many enthusiastic contestants who are not entirely aware of the horror that awaits them out at the ocean.

[disclaimer]

There’s no main plot (as in: I am not planning on detailed world-building neither to save the world from kaijus, I am smaller than that), the endgame is to get Max into an active combat where he drifts with Charles and they’re in the Il Predestinato (the legendary Jaeger that has been out of service for a decade, waiting for the right co-pilots). Everything before and in between are just themes I desire to explore within the possibilities of this AU.

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I have a playlist that helps me to stay inspired, songs are not in order yet though, but as I said earlier, chapters are meant to be kind-of standalone scenes, existing in their own moods and settings.

Each chapter will have its own chosen background music linked to them. I also added many symphonic songs just to get in the mood for some combat scenes.

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[good to know]

Roles: In the case of HwtM we have active and passive characters in this story. Due to the fact that many scenes are set in drift-memories, where not everything is factual and we are in the mix of memories and feelings, some characters will only appear and speak through these moments. Therefore they fall into the passive category - they are the legends. I will talk about them in their own post but the gist of it is what I wrote above, they cannot speak for themselves so we will only see them through tilted lenses: idolised, villanised, or the mix of both.

Which also means another thing - everyone is an unreliable narrator.

Teams and Jaegers: Since this is the golden age of Jaeger engineering, we will have many-many Jaegers. So far I named only a few, but to stay true to the source material, I'm trying to make them just as cheesy yet compelling as the ones were in the movies. The constructor teams from real life are not so different from what they represent in HwtM, but I altered some of their names to fit more into the world (older names or older sounding names of some teams since the future that Pacific Rim has is basically our present. I was aiming for some retro-vibe).

Here, they are different detachments under the Pan Pacific Defense Corps, in the Jaeger Academy division. I’m planning on working with Merc, Ferrari, McLaren, Williams and of course Redbull.

Mercedes is called Benz

Ferrari is called Alfa Romeo

Red Bull is Toro Rosso

The other two stay under the same name.

Ships to look out for: it is a Lestappen-centered story (if I am really honest with you, it’s Max-centered first of all) but on the side-lines we will look into some depths of Carlando, Galex and Maxiel in…some way. Please-please keep in mind, that these won’t be fully developed romantic relationships in the fic, I’m reporting from the minds and souls of these boys, objectively perceived scenes between them will be rare and much more comrade-like.

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That is all I planned to share for starters. Feel free to ask about the process or anything really, that is related to this project, it’s my beloved child and can’t wait to share it all with others!

[aquaquadrant]

Hey! I'm an aspiring author/artist who is working on a few original stories and I'm thinking about posting them on Tumblr. I'm curious what your experiences were when posting the Hels to Pay story on this platform. It is very creator friendly? Did you find it easy to build a community? I know your people are all mcyt (Life series/Hermitcraft) people, so it's probably a different situation than I'm in since I'm working on an original story. One of them is written like a novel and the other one is a comic, and I'm not sure if one would work better on Tumblr. I'm fairly new here, only been using Tumblr for a few months

Also, off topic, but I love all your work and I can't wait to see more :D

aw hey there! hmm that’s an interesting question… i’ve done a lot of different fics in different fandoms over the years, but HTP was the first time i posted a fic series solely on tumblr (only uploading to A03 after it was already finished and i haven’t even gotten them all up yet HAH) so it was def a different experience. and i’ve also posted a webcomic here w lunarcrown so i feel like i can speak on that too.

i’m very fortunate to have gotten a great response to the series, even starting from the first chapter. there are many regular readers who always enthusiastically reblog each chapter or share their thoughts via ask. analyses, theories, even fan art… it really makes writing a pleasure when i see how excited ppl are for each update.

but i’m gonna be honest, building a community around a creative work is much easier when there’s art involved. i’ve seen it in my own works and in other popular works in various fandoms. it’s just the way people work, art is more eye-catching and easier to hook you in, let you know right away if it’s something you’re interested in, or pique curiosity. so with mel making amazing art about the au (her and i inspiring each other w art and writing in an endless cycle), i felt like it was fairly easy to build a following. every time she draws a scene from the fic, it has the chance to reach someone new and get them interested in the au, where it came from.

mind you, this isn’t the first time i’ve collabed with mel, and we’ve both been posting our works on tumblr for a while, even if not in the mcyt fandom. so it was prob better received than if we were brand new. our fancomic did fairly well too for that reason, we were both kinda established in the fandom with our own works before we started publishing a comic. while it featured a main character, it also heavily featured an oc and was very different to canon so it honestly felt more like an original story. it was just familiar enough to bring ppl in, get them to buy into the original concept we brought to it. that’s why a lot of my stories are aus i think, they let me work with a familiar setting or familiar characters but then put my own spin on them.

i’ll also say, while i’ve yet to publish a completely original work, i’ve also done fics that heavily featured ocs before (and even an oc x canon ship) and it’s definitely harder to get ppl to invest. it’ll take more time and probably just more consistency, posting frequently enough to stick in ppl’s minds, so try not to get discouraged! i’ve seen other creators do things like post a really gripping art piece with no context, or do a lil animation trend for their oc, or even make a bunch of memes that’d fit their character or story to help grab people’s interest.

of course, everyone and every story is different so you may find smth else that works for you! and i’ll say that based on experience, it’s easier to get a following for original content if you’ve already built a base from fandom-related works. like, for example, the fic i wrote with an oc ship had wayyy fewer views/comments than the other fics i wrote for that fandom, BUT i’d often get ppl saying “i came from your other work and decided to give this a shot and it was great!” so ppl are more willing to test out original content when they��re already assured that they enjoy your work.

none of this is a hard and fast rule, ofc. i’ve seen fics gain massive fandom popularity without a dedicated artist behind them, though it often helps when a popular fandom artist reads and gets inspired to make fanart, then it really takes off. i also know there are plenty of original stories that have independently achieved great success (as in, not published by a studio. just webtoon or youtube or similar methods) so anything’s possible! like i said, this is just general advice based on my own experiences.

ANYWAY. i think i got a bit off topic but hopefully that helped give u some insight! best of luck with everything 💪