#Fun fact I did all of the skin base color + rendering in one layer cause I wanted to ✨challenge myself✨

[arlo-rose]

Me when him <3

[thiserichann]

cinderella and the mystery of the red lipstick (smut version) - d.sc

reader x roommate!winwin

genre: smut, fluff, humor

warnings: making out, drunk sex, femdom, safe sex, a bit of soft dom! Winwin and soft dom! reader

word count: 2562

synopsis: this is another Cinderella fic, except for the fact that she left lipstick stains instead of glass slippers

prompt:

This is my (very late) entry for @neosmutcollective's Risque event.

The song it was based on was Lips by NCT 127 (although it leaned towards the demo version more)

It was also a bit upbeat because the song Cinderella by CNBLUE (the Youth With You version) has been stuck on my head for ages now.

Enjoy reading!

Love, Ellie.

(link to the full story here)

Entering the party through someone’s window is probably the most ungraceful way to enter the party. However, you had no choice. Yes, it was rude to enter someone’s party without the owner’s invite. But, in your defense, it was ruder to not invite someone to a house party at your place.

Your brother, dear Hendery Huang, was kind enough to send you on your merry way that morning when you told him that you’re coming home late for a project.

“You know what, since I love you so much, you can stay over until morning. Sounds fun, right?”

And then the bastard proceeded to throw a party that same day.

The window to your shared bedroom with Hendery was wide open. He should be glad that it was you walking in rather than a criminal.

It wasn’t a criminal offense if you’re the one breaking in at your place.

You have successfully entered your room, changing into an outfit that your family would’ve never approved of, and wore layers of makeup to hide your identity. After the makeover, you’re almost unrecognizable. Your favorite touch is that bright red lip that you ordered from a friend that morning. There had been a mix-up in the delivery, you’re supposed to get that mauve color that you always wore when you go out. It was an honest mistake on the seller’s part, but you were kind enough to not send it back and keep the color instead.

You made it out of the room without being unnoticed. It’s not like anyone knows you at all though. The crowd is usually made up of people within Hendery and his roommates’ circle, people you usually do not interact with daily. You’ve also managed to sneak past the living room and into the kitchen where all the booze is. Grabbing a red cup full of whatever alcohol was on the counter, you made your way once again to the sea of people enjoying the party.

Since you barely knew every one, you just settled on leaning against the wall and observed the rest of the party. Honestly, you couldn’t understand what the fuss was about. It’s just a bunch of people using alcohol as an excuse to doing a bunch of dumb shit.

The introvert in you kicked in, and so you decided to finish your vodka in peace, which is translated to getting drunk in your room as you watch your favorite Netflix series.

Smiling happily, you made your way out past the crowd and into the sleeping quarters, where your room is. Thankfully, the guys are nowhere to be found and you can happily sneak back to your room without getting noticed. You have failed to account for one thing though. Near the sleeping quarters is a single, communal bathroom. Just as you’re about to enter your room, outcomes Sicheng, in a daze, trying his best to stand still as he holds on to the bathroom door for support.

“You can’t go there.” He croaked, speech already slurring due to his drunken state.

“Ah, yes. Thanks.” You made zero fuss about it, knowing that staying there would expose you to Sicheng. You don’t think he will tell your brother of your current whereabouts, but you digressed, just to be safe.

He then proceeds to call your name.

“Is that you? Can you help me out here?” You grunted, knowing full well that your identity had just been revealed. The guy looked like he needed help though, so you threw all the world in and helped him go back to his room. You grabbed him by his arms, which he then wrapped around you to help him support his weight, and walked step by step towards his room.

You heard footsteps coming from the outside, and in your panic, you used the drunk man’s body to shield the view of whoever it is that’s coming that way.

“Winwin hyung, you alright back there?”

Your heartbeat raced when you heard your brother’s voice. Knowing him, he would tell your mother that her precious little daughter is not only drunk but she’s wrapped around a guy’s arms doing god-knows-what. You leaned across the wall, stretching your arm out and wrapping it around Winwin’s neck. You pulled him closer, bodies only inches apart, making it look like the two of you are making out.

“Oh, you’re busy. Alright. Have fun!” The footsteps were gone in the moment, but your position stayed the same. You turned your gaze back at Sicheng, which is now looking at you weirdly.

“Hey.” You whispered.

“Hey.”

“I would like to get out of this position now.” You whispered once again, hints of your nerves already peeking out of your voice.”

“You’re pretty.” You stayed quiet, but you’re mentally screaming inside. Your emotions are going in a frenzy and something on the back of your mind keeps on telling you to pull him closer and turn the act into reality.

But that would be weird, right? Even if you’re a bit tipsy, reason has never left your brain. It’s nagging you to do the opposite, to push him away and proceed with your evening plans. The internal conflict rendered you frozen on the spot.

His eyes were fixed on yours, and as much as you want to look away, you’re afraid that that will get you into more danger. Looking away means you’re gonna have to take your eyes off of him, and you won’t see what he’s about to do next.

He was staring, which you now realized is him waiting for you to react and do something. Pull him closer and get lost in him, or push him away and live with the rest of your lives knowing that you missed an opportunity to get with someone you never thought would be interested in you.

Something.

Your inactive irritated him, and so he leaned in closer, his lips now hovering above yours, the scent of his perfume, sweat, and alcohol made him addictive.

“What’s stopping you right now?”

You were breathless, but you know you had to answer. He’s got a bit of authoritativeness in him and you feel like refusal consequent to a punishment.

“You.”

“I can stop if you're uncomfortable,” Winwin smiles, not the perverted kind, but the sweet reassuring kind that made you melt inside. "But the way you're holding me right now tells me otherwise."

He carefully placed his hands on your hip, calculating his every move to not get slapped that evening. It worked. You didn't even pick up a fight, even as his hands glided to your back to finally seal the distance between the two of you.

"So tell me, do you want me to stop?"

You had a clear answer in your head, but no sounds come out of your mouth except small squeaks and squeals due to his touch. It took you a while to utter the following words to him.

"No. Don't stop."

"Good." That was his only response. He took your answer as a sign of your consent and pushed you back to the wall, finally claiming your lips as he does so. You moaned under him, unable to tell him about how overwhelmed you are, and that you don't know how to move and match his pace. You take a deep breath and relaxed, letting him take the lead as he hugged you closer, going deeper into the kiss. He also made sure to give attention to your neck and jaws, which leaves you to place your lips in any piece of skin that you're able to reach the moment.

Before anything fun happens though, he pulled away from you, leaving you there in confusion.

"More?"

"More." This time, it was you who initiated the kiss. Slowly, you get traces of the old Sicheng back. The shy and quiet kid from before, not the confident sex demon that he was a few minutes back.

He had the mind to open his bedroom door, which was just a few inches away from where the two of you were just standing. The idea of him having common sense made him a lot sexier. It was enough to tickle that sapiophile in you.

In a few careful steps, your back hits the bed and he was on top of you. It seems like he was uncomfortable with that idea, and so he carried you in his arms and switched the positions, leaving you on top of him. You can still tell that he was very drunk, and he might not be able to do things with full precision in that state. Again, his sense is sexy.

You took that as a sign to take over, so you pulled away to try and fix the position into something more comfortable. When you did though, you were horrified to see that your lipstick was not kiss-proof, and so he some of it smeared all across his face and neck. It didn't bother him at all though because he used his perfectly white shirt to wipe some of it off of his face.

"Well?" You were snapped back into reality and proceeded to sit on his lower torso, kissing him with the same intensity that you did earlier. He happily returned the favor, making sure to place his hands on your sensitive skin, giving you goosebumps all over.

He was the first one to take off his shirt, throwing it into the side of the bed to take some of the heat off his body. You followed the suit, discovering that you made a good call earlier by wearing something sexy underneath. It was supposed by making you feel confident as you blend in with the crowd earlier, but it was a happy coincidence that it matched with the lipstick that you had earlier.

He sat down from the bed, leaning against the bedframe, just so he can reach you better. His fingers twirled around the straps of your bra, bringing them down slowly and let them fall to your shoulders. You helped him out by unclasping the hook, removing it completely from your body. It has now joined the pile of discarded clothing below the bed.

His eyes now fall on your half-naked body, gulping down a few times before he said, "I never really took you as the type to do this." You placed a finger in his chins and scooted closer.

"Me neither." You placed a few, quick pecks on his lips, which slowly turned back into a more passionate one, tasting the aftertaste of alcohol in each other's mouth. His hand traveled upwards, cupping a boob softly. The touch sent shivers throughout your body. He started kneading it softly, matching the current pace of the kiss. In between kisses, he staring spewing out nonsense, like how beautiful you looked at that light and how soft your skin feels under his skin. This is the most talkative he's been since you first saw him, and you can't tell if it's the alcohol or he's just that noisy in bed. Nonetheless, you were elated. Every piece of flattery that he says made you blush, making you glow even more in his eyes.

But his favorite will always be your lips. He loved it when your lips left red marks on his neck. He loved it when you moan his name every time his hand would caress you. He made sure to let you know that your pretty lips would be something that he can't forget.

He takes off the rest of your clothes. Even as he dipped his fingers inside you, he made sure to claim your lips, keeping it occupied as much as he can. It's the only thing that's keeping him hooked, even when his body is telling him to shut down.

You couldn't wait any longer, and so you scooted down and took off his pants and underwear, rolling it off him as quickly as you can. You didn't wait for him to respond, taking it in your mouth instead, earning a surprised gasp from him. You can hear him whining from under you, moaning your name, and as your mouth takes all of him. It didn't take a while though, because he motioned you to stop and come closer. He was breathless after you were done with him.

He reached out for the desk rights beside his bed, feeling out the drawers before he managed to pull out a foil packet. He carelessly ripped it with his teeth and grabbed the condom inside to hand it to you. You realized that his vision must still be blurry, and so you took the liberty to unroll it in his cock and get on with it. Then, you carefully lined his dick to your entrance, lowering your body slowly, stretching you down until he was fully inside. He grabbed your hips and pushed inside further into you unexpectedly.

"Oh my god, Dong Sicheng!"

He laughed at the notion of you saying his full name in shock, but you were able to recover quickly and met his movements, which is getting quicker and harder every few minutes. Your head falls on his chest, muffling your moans with his skin as you tried your best to keep quiet and hide your presence from the rest of the people in the party. More lipstick stains scatter on his chest, but at that point, Sicheng never cared. He wasn't feeling like himself anymore. His thoughts are empty besides the image of you on top of him, riding him out to orgasm.

Winwin is now getting rougher by the second, series of moans and curses spilling from his mouth as his grip on your waist gets tighter, drilling deeper and harder into you like a madman. You also threw all care away, moans now reaching all four corners of the room, holding on to Sicheng for your damn life as you get closer to your orgasm. In one quick thrust, you started to unravel on top of him, hugging his body closer as you shiver from your orgasm. He never slowed down, because he soon let out a long, drawn-out groan, and you can feel him growing soft inside you, milking out your orgasms as much as he can.

The activity did a number on Sicheng because, in a few minutes of cuddling from under his sheets, you can already hear the quiet snores coming from his direction. You felt bad, apologetic even, that he had to pour out all of his remaining energy on you that night. You slowly pulled away from him, picking the rest of your clothes off before you bid your roommate goodbye for tonight. As much as you loved the cuddles, you'd rather be caught dead than be caught by your brother under someone's bed.

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"Please don't let any of this get to Hendery. He would never let me see the end of it." You pleaded, placing a hand on the bridge of your nose as you recall the moments of last night.

"I think your brother knows already. He's smarter than you think, just like how you're not as innocent as he thinks."

It was the first time that he smiled today, which gave you major flashbacks of last night's rendezvous.

"I was right about one thing last night, though. I'll never be able to forget those lips.”

[madspeed]

So a few people thought my last post was a sprite edit when it's in fact all drawn by hand, and I thought this was the perfect excuse to share my (current) process in drawing puyo style art!

This is by no means the definite way to draw in the puyo style, and there's still a lot of things I need to work on too, so take this with a grain of salt bc I'm not perfect at this.

To start off, once I have a base idea on who I want to draw, I head to the Puyo Puyo Quest card index on the Puyo Nexus Wiki to find cards for references. For the Amitie goddess one specifically I used Sandra, High Priestess Deena, and Legamunt as my main references.

After I find references I begin to sketch out (in this case) a design for the character and then begin drawing the main sketch layers for the puyo style art. At this point you can really see that I was heavily going off of HP Deena's 6* art before making a change.

Normally I go through 2 passes of sketch layers before beginning on the lineart, but I accidentally combined the first pass onto the 2nd one at some point so unfortunately I can't show you what that looked like.. ;_;

With the help of a few friends I decided on a final outfit, and created the final sketch I would be going over in with lineart!

From here is where things get a little tricky. Puyo Puyo as a series, while having a consistently similar art style for the past 10 years is not entirely the same in every game. For example compare the manzai demo sprites between PPT1 and PPT2! They're a whole lot different! This follows through as well in Puyo Puyo Quest, as different artists draw varying quest renders, many of them having differing lineart styles. For example here's Steam City Arle's 6* compared against Elisa's 5*:

Steam City Arle has much thinner lineart compared to Elisa, whose lineart is very bold and a different color as well! In Elisa's 7* render, the lineart for her changes to become much thinner and more similar to SC Arle. Another thing with these cards is that Arle's hair lineart is a different color against the dark purple lines, allowing it to blend in with the already busy outfit she's wearing. Elisa's 6* and 7* does this as well!

When I do lineart I tend to try to stay on the thicker side when I am drawing things like body parts, clothes, and hair, while using much thinner lines on things such as accessories, details, and highlights.

Coloring and shading is also something that varies! If you were to look back at Arle and Elisa's art, Arle has much more highlights and a slight shadow gradient on the underside of her clothes, while Elisa has mainly flat colors with highlights only on her hair and the pink floaty objects around her. An important thing to keep in mind however when coloring is that there are very minimal shadows in almost every render! The few times shadows are used prominently (disregarding full power renders) are on the hands, the eyes, underneath bangs, the insides of clothing, or as a gradient.

Highlights are also used very minimally, used mostly to highlight clothing articles, large accessories/effects, hair, and non skin colored body parts (ex: wings, tails, horns, etc). Skin is almost never highlighted!

After all that, I put down a clipping layer and color the lineart. Many puyo puyo quest renders use a dark purple color for their lineart, but many others use different colors such as dark green, dark blue, or even brown!

When coloring lineart, most of the time the only lineart that is a different color from the rest is the hair. However, there are exceptions to this such as changing the lineart color for transparent objects like glass or on softer surfaces like wings, clouds, pillows, etc. Background effects such as auras and smoke also use differing lineart colors, and sometimes are also lineless to allow them to blend in better as background pieces!

Now it's all done! I hope that what I wrote made sense and helps a few people because drawing in the puyo style is super duper fun to do!

Thank you for taking your time to read this if you did, and I'm sorry for the really long post ;_;

[hamilton-one-shots]

Lams one shot? Pwetty pwease :3

Okay, my first try at writing steampunk, this should be fun

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After another day of work, John Laurens was just glad to finally lock his office doors. Even better, the next day was Sunday, a day where even doctors could take a break and hope that nobody would ring them at home. John chuckled to himself at the thought and began walking down the street, enjoying the silence of the evening. 

It was a quiet, winter evening, silent besides the crunch of snow beneath John’s shoes, seeing as nobody else was crazy enough to be out in that cold. But John thought the idea of driving a carriage in this weather was pointless. What was there to stop gears from freezing up during the day or even the doors from freezing shut? So, he walked. 

Of course, he took shortcuts where he could. An alley here and a park there. Luckily so, too. If he hadn’t, he never would’ve found who he did camping beside a garbage dumpster. 

John furrowed his eyebrows as he came across the stranger and knelt down, gently shaking him in an attempt to wake him up. But no luck. 

“Hello?” he called quietly, though he knew that wouldn’t be much help. 

The stranger stayed in the same frozen state.

John let out a worried sigh and checked for a pulse, finding a weak heartbeat. There was hope for this stranger yet. He pulled off his own coat and draped it over the stranger before lifting him up carefully and carrying him home, just a few blocks away. 

As he arrived, the first thing he did was set the stranger down on the couch and began removing the clothes that had become cold and wet from snow, furrowing his eyebrows as he felt his skin. 

The right side of the stranger’s entire torso was colder than ice, as was his left leg, but the rest of him felt about as cold as one would expect a person to get. And it was no exageration. John’s hands kept freezing to the extra cold skin. 

Trying to find an answer to this riddle, John removed the nearly dry undershirt from the stranger and gasped at the sight. Long gashes curled around the right side of his waist and his back, the area beneath his skin shining silver in the light of the room. John had never seen a person like this. 

But as curious as it was, John’s first priority was warming him back up. He grabbed a few blankets and layered them on top of the stranger, sitting beside him as he waited for him to heat back up. 

As he did, John brought down every medicine book he had and began searching for some sort of reason for the strange coloration beneath his skin. He found answers for silver hair, silver skin, even silver eyes, but nothing for silver beneath the skin. 

He hummed in thought and began to try and figure out the old fashioned way, rolling up his sleeves once the stranger seemed to be at a healthy temperature. With a strengthening pulse and an increasingly pink tone to his skin, John saw no harm to it. 

John rolled the other man to his side and examined his back, where the worst of the gashes seemed to be. He ran his fingers over the skin and found that whatever was beneath his fingers was too thin, too cool to be human skin. In fact, it almost looked like paint where it was peeled at the gashes. Not only that, but there were a few mysterious bumps around the surface which almost felt like screws.. 

So, John did what any normal doctor would do. He grabbed his toolkit and sat back in his place, taking a small, flat head screwdriver and twisting it around on one of the bumps, feeling his stomach twist as it seemingly slid into place. 

“What are you?..” John muttered to himself as he turned the screwdriver. Much to his surprise and horror, the bump began to rise and the “skin” beneath seemed to peel away like paint. A few more twists later, a screw popped out and into John’s free, gloved hand as he inspected it. 

A clean screw just came out of that man’s back. And John was now determined to figure out what was really happening. A few more minutes of popping out screws and John made a perfect rectangle. Some kind of panel? He found the edges and cut through the paint with his screwdriver before popping it out of place. The sight beneath was exactly what John expected, but, at the same time.. Nothing could’ve truly prepared him for it. Gears and wires ran through this man’s body, only blocked by another metal panel about halfway through. 

John ran and grabbed a flashlight, then sat back down with it and turned a switch on the side, shining the bright light into the mess of gears. There wasn’t much more that he could see besides the fact that he couldn’t see enough. So, he pulled out another panel, then a third, and watched as more and more of the complex puzzle within this man revealed itself. In all of his years as a practicing doctor, he’d never seen anything quite like this. At least, not inside of a person. All that he knew was that he wasn’t getting any answers with him still unconscious. John took a deep breath before attempting to turn a few of the gears. One of them moved his shoulder, another his arm, a few more moved his leg, and one- 

Didn’t move at all. 

“So, what are you attached to?..” John asked himself. The only thing he could think of was opening yet another panel, so he did. He put back a few over areas that didn’t concern him and took out the panels over the edge of this man’s back. And, sure, on a normal patient, this would’ve probably been a terrible idea, but this was not a regular man. So, he did as he planned and found his problem. 

At the base of the stranger’s neck, a gear seemed to be frozen in place, rendered completely imobile. Not only that, it was also quite rusty. 

John took the only obvious route and carefully slid it out of place, making sure that nothing else jumped out before inspecting the piece. It was rather small, definitely not a common gear size, but it surely wouldn’t be impossible to find. In fact.. 

He pulled apart his flashlight and searched through the parts that flew out, finding a close match. It wasn’t a perfect match, but that was more of an issue with the design than anything. What mattered is that the size was a perfect match. 

John carefully pushed the new gear into place and gasped as it and the ones around it seemed to come to life, turning on their own. He took a few steps back and simply watched, lost in his own shock. 

“Ugh..” Alexander groaned as he felt himself come back to life. What time was it?.. How long had Lee made him stay out now? He rubbed his face with his human hand and sighed, not wanting to face the monster that made him what he was. “I feel like hell.. At least try to act like you care about what happens to me. You already told me how difficult it was to make just one of us..” 

He paused for a second, waiting for a response that never came. It was then that he realized that there were a few other things out of place. The lab didn’t smell like rust and grease, but like.. Cinnamon? And.. The lights weren’t so blindingly bright. And, rather than his usual, itchy straw mattress, this was definitely… Something else. Something soft. Whatever it was called, it wasn’t his home. 

Alexander sat up suddenly and looked around, his eyes darting a few times before meeting with another pair. A pair of distressed, green eyes. He stared into them and they stared back for what seemed like hours before Alexander took initiative and spoke up. 

“Where am I?..” 

“Uh..” the other stammered, taking a step back. “Um… You’re in my home.. I found you outside, frozen.. I brought you here to help you.. I’m.. I’m a doctor..” 

A doctor. 

As if that didn’t raise enough alarms in Alexander’s head, he looked down and saw a screwdriver, a rusty gear, and what looked to be one of his own panels on the ground. He sat up quickly and backed up as far as he could against the wall. 

“I’m sorry,” the doctor began suddenly, reaching down to grab the panel from the ground to offer it back to Alexander. “I didn’t.. I didn’t try to hurt you, that’s not at all what I wanted. I just..” He paused for a second and picked up the screw and the screwdriver. “I saw the metal beneath your skin and I didn’t know if you were even alive or dead or if there was something I could do to help.. And.. I can’t deny that my own curiosity was involved..” John beckoned for the other for lay down, so he could put the panel back. 

But Alexander had no intentions of putting himself in such a vulnerable position, not with someone who knew the very thing Alexander had been experimented on for years. “You know what I am..” 

The doctor hesitated for a second before shaking his head. “I may have seen part of you, but I have no idea what you are..” He put the items in his hands on the couch a few feet away from Alexander before moving away, allowing him to take the panel back, even if he wasn’t able to put it in on his own. 

Alexander frowned and took it, running his fingers over the smooth metal. What kind of harm was there in giving him a word for what he was? “I.. The person who made me referred to me as an android.. He found me after my carriage crashed into his own and took me to his lab, keeping me unconscious. When I woke up, it was as this..” Alexander reached back and felt the hole where the panel belonged, frowned deeply as his fingertips hit the moving gears. “I still remember it clearly.. He laughed in what seemed to be triumph and said I was the only one who’d even woken up after such an experiment..” 

The doctor furrowed his eyebrows with worry. “That’s awful.. Who is this man?” he asked as he took a few cautious steps closer. “I can report him to the proper authorities and make sure nobody else ever has to suffer through this.” 

Alexander shook his head and put the panel back, grabbing the screwdriver instead and turning it around in his hands. “And let him take the glory for saving my mobility, as well as my life?.. He’s demented, but he would still be considered a genius..” He offered the tool to the doctor, letting him take it, and laid on his stomach. “Thank you for the offer, though.. I can tell you’re sincere..”

The doctor smiled sadly and began putting the panel back in place, knowing that Alexander was right. “I assume you don’t want to go back..”

“No,” Alexander responded without hesitation. “But.. Do you know anywhere I can stay?.. I have more physical strength than the average person and I’ve always been a good writer.” 

“Oh!” The doctor smiled and stepped away once he was done, letting Alexander sit up. “You can stay here! I mean.. I know what you are, I’d have no problem learning more in order to help you, and I can support us both easily as a doctor.” He sat down beside him and hummed. “Besides, I have no wife, so it would be nice to have another person around to talk to..” 

Alexander’s lips twitched into a smile. “Really?..”

“Of course.” He held out his hand. “My name is John. John Laurens. And yourself?”

“Alexander Hamilton..” Alexander shook his hand. “You won’t regret this.. Believe me.” 

John nodded. “Trust me. I know.”