#I got some acrylic chunks

[curiosityschild]

Rough layout. Obviously bad lighting and a mess of a background but I think it's working.

[chaossturns]

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 | 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝚰𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝚰𝐎𝐋𝐎

synopsis: where Chris breaks up with you because he couldn't be committed to the relationship but realized he was wrong and that he needs you

"Dare you to forget that you used treat me just like anyone" -tyla

ex!chris x poc!reader

warnings: smut , angst (?) , fingering , edging (?) , use of pet names (ma, mama, mamas) , p in v , unprotected sex (wrap up please) , oral (fem!receiving) , boob play, swearing, and no use of y/n

a/n: bare with me please 😭 , i haven't written shit like this in forever so it may be a bit rough. let me warm up

word count: 1.4k

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It’s been a couple of weeks since Chris decided to cut things off with you. He had decided he wasn’t that committed to your relationship and that it meant nothing to him. 

Days prior to him breaking up with you, he had been treating you worse than he ever has before. Treating you as if you were somebody he barely knew, and not engaging into any conversations with you. 

The first couple of days were the worst. Matt and Nick were constantly checking up on you constantly, apologizing for Chris’ behavior. You told them that you were fine and what happened between you in Chris didn’t matter anyways. 

You were sitting on your couch in your apartment, a blanket over your legs covering your shorts whilst the top half covered by a dark green hoodie. Browsing through netflix to find something to watch while you ate. As you finally got settled on something to watch, someone knocked on your door with eagerness. 

You got up and began to walk towards the door, checking the peep hole before reaching for the locks and the knob. You look out and see Chris standing outside scratching the back of his neck, waiting for you to open the door. 

“C'mon ma open the door. I need to talk to you.” Chris says, desperateness laced with the tone of his voice.

You blow a breath, hesitant on opening the door for Chris. You finally cave, twisting the lock on the door and pulling the door open to have a gust of the warm wind to hit you. 

“What do you want Chris?” You ask, attitude present in your question. 

“First off lose the fucking attitude, and second I came to apologize for the way I acted towards you.” Chris says, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. 

“Well I don’t accept your apology. Chris you treated me like fucking shit because you couldn’t commit to what we had going on.” You say, an angry expression dancing on your face as you watched Chris’ head drop down. 

“I know, and I am so fucking sorry. I miss you, I miss us.” He reveals. You look him dead in the eyes and roll your eyes at him, stepping to the side, allowing him to enter your apartment. 

He walks in, looking around at the familiar scene, smelling the sweet vanilla scent he's missed ever since you left. He walks to your couch and sits down, causing you to do the same but you sit at the other end of it. 

You guys both sit in silence for a good chunk of time before you decide to speak up and break the ice. 

“If you don’t have anything else to say you can leave Chris. You’re so fucking wrong for what you did.” You say, looking at your acrylics waiting for Chris to answer.

“I know mamas.” He says, causing you to clench your thighs together due to the pet name he says to you. He takes notice of this and a sly smirk glides on his face. 

“Let me make it up to you please, I promise you won’t regret it.” Chris says, looking at while licking his lips at the same time. 

You hated the fact he made you into this mess, making you want him to bend you over and fuck you into oblivion. 

You decided to give into Chris, getting up from your spot and sitting yourself down in Chris’ lap. You can feel his hardness aching in his sweats, begging for some sort of touch. 

“I fucking hate you.” You say to him, your lips inches away from his. Chris smirks and whispers an “I know” before connecting your lips together. Your lips mold together as if your lips were made for his.

He grabs your ass, causing you to gasp and his tongue evading into your mouth. His hands now move onto your hips, clashing your clothed pussy against his covered dick. You moan out and Chris groans due to the immense sensation you're both feeling from the friction. 

Chris breaks the kiss, taking off your hoodie and displaying your breasts into his face. He begins to kiss and bite your nipples, resulting in you throwing your head back with your mouth gaped open. 

“Feel good mama?” Chris asks. You can give him a slight nod since you can’t give him a verbal answer. With his mouth still attached to your right nipple, he trails his fingers down into your shorts and begins to toy with your clothed clit. 

“Fuck Chris.” You moan out, leading him to detaching his mouth from your nipple and taking your shorts off in one go. He plunges his fingers into your dripping cunt, pushing them in and out at a rapid pace. 

“Shit ma, you're so tight.” You moan out at what Chris had said, your climax approaching you at a rapid speed. Heavy and labored breaths leave your mouth as you drop your head on Chris’ shoulder. 

“Fuck, im cumming Chris!” You say aloud, but this causes Chris to retract his fingers from pussy and place them directly into his mouth. 

“What the fuck Chris.” You say pissed, causing Chris to laugh slightly and tell you, “You should’ve not had an attitude earlier.”  You roll your eyes as Chris wraps his arms around your waist and carries you into your room. 

He drops you down on the bed, your breasts jumping up and down. You watch Chris as he undresses himself, starting with his hoodie first then his sweats. His hard dick visible from his boxers. 

Chris leans down and begins kissing on your neck, leaving dark marks along it. Your mouth agape, small moans and whimpers leaving your mouth. 

Chris now glides his lips down your stomach, planting a kiss onto your cunt. 

“Chris, I need you.” You whine out, causing Chris to drag a long lick against your pussy. He groans against you, making you moan aloud and tangle your fingers in his hair. You move your hips across his face needing more. 

His index and middle finger protruding into your soaked cunt, loud squelching sounds heard as Chris curls his fingers inside you. 

“Mmm, fuck Chris!” you say, a loud moan erupting from your throat. You grip Chris’ hair harder, earning a guttural moan from him. This action eggs on your orgasm, needing to release. 

“Chris can I cum please?” you beg, desperately needing to cum since Chris didn’t let you the first time. He taps your thigh twice, indicating that you’re able to cum. 

“Mmph, shit!” you moan out, Chris continuing his torture on your pussy whilst slurping up all of your juices. Loud breaths and whines coming from your mouth as you come down from your high. 

“Turn around and arch your shit.” Chris says demandingly. You comply and turn around, hearing Chris’ boxers fall to the ground. He teases you by gliding his dick against your folds. 

“Chris just put it in already.” you sigh out, becoming impatient with all of his teasing. After hearing what you said, Chris immediately slams into you without a warning. You moan, having a loss of words after his intrusion. 

“Ain’t got shit to say now ma?” Chris teases, as he continues his rough strokes. He groans out, gripping your hips harder as you coat his dick with your juices. 

“Look at you, all dumb on my dick.” He says, as you start to clench against his dick. You moan loudly as Chris starts to abuse your g-spot repeatedly. 

“Mmm, close Chris.” You say, making Chris wrap his hand around your throat from behind and begin digging deeper into your cunt. 

“Oh shit Chris, I'm cumming!” You scream out, feeling Chris’ strokes become sloppier. You feel him release inside of you, painting your walls. 

“Shit mama.” He says, slowly pulling out of you. You wince due to the sensitivity and falling forward onto the bed. You come back to your senses and realize what you just did. 

“Chris, you need to leave.” You tell him, making him stand there dumbfounded by what you just said. 

“Ma you can’t be serious.” Chris says, slightly laughing. 

“I'm dead serious Christopher.” You say, as a deadpan expression stayed on your face.

You go to open the door as Chris slowly gets up to put his sweats on and hoodie. 

“I’ll text you later ma.” He said with a smirk as he reached the door. 

“And I won’t answer.” You snap back at him, closing the door in his face. You press your back against the closed door and slide your hand down your face. 

[knitmeapony]

Do you see the chunk of wall on the left there? I am in the process of redoing my kitchen and that whole wall is coming down. But in the meantime, I absolutely cannot stand having White walls. So here's my chance to crowdsource some bullshit. I got a bunch of cheap acrylic paint, a ton of markers, even a box of crayons, and plenty of free time in my evenings.

Suggest some stuff for me to put up on that wall and there is a significantly greater than zero chance that I will do so.

[flakytartart]

Danganronpa 1/2 ita bag (Kawaii Kon 2024 - Saturday) 🥳

[ Persona 4/5 ita bag ]

[ 2023 Danganronpa 1/2 ita bag ]

YUPP!! I got even more official merch in the bag this time around thanks to my lovely box split lady Harpy's on Instagram. A good chunk of the newer fan merch is actually from various zines.

Although the layout isn't as creative as last years, I think it looks just as impressive. :J I don't enjoy hanging hard keychains (acrylic, metal, etc.) over the badges, so instead I hung the key of love keychains outside of the bag! Himiko's was attached to her plush and unfortunately Shuichi, Kaede, and Ryoma were left out bc I didn't know where to display them.

Just like last year, I went to convention with extra DR merch I didn't want in the hopes of giving it to other cosplayers. There weren't a lot this year, but I managed to hand out some stickers, the V3 cast sleeping postcards, and a bunch of keychains + badges to an artist alley vendor.

[allsketchesnononsense]

I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT THE PSYCHOPOMP HELMET AND I HAVE TO ASK HOW’D YOU MAKE IT??

i wanted to cosplay her at some point in the future but i’ve never tried my hand at prop making or anything of that matter really so i can’t wrap my head around any like basic concepts to make the psychopomp itself 😭😭

sorry for taking abit to answer, wanted to make sure I was at my PC to answer so I can give Exact Images n stuff of what I got/used

warning: you're gonna need some serious power tools for this. alotta bits I had to get help from my dad bc he has SO MANY hobbies that involve power tools lol

SO

For the base:

you need a good helmet. n finding one of those ain't easy, so you're probs gonna haveta Make Do with something you can cut parts off of.

I used something like this, but cut off the parts that jut out at the ears and the lip at the front. The internal bit that keeps your Actual Head from touching the Actual Helmet is VERY helpful bc (atleast w/ mine) it wasnt a layer of foam or anything that'd be finnicky, it was just straps.

theoretically could also use a cheap-y baseball helmet though obvi you still gotta Mutilate it

For the accessories™:

The antannae are actual extendable radio antannae I harvested from an old boombox n another thing, but you can buy JUST the antannae online

the megaphone/satellite dish bit my dad helped me cut n gut a car alarm type thing and attatch it w/ this silicone stuff he had on hand

And the headphone pieces on the sides are a set of vintage radio headphones I found at a thrift store. these to be exact (they're not v rare n go for 10-30 bucks on ebay)

Though any old, chunky headphones could easily work. These were just what I had on hand. And, as a useful thing, the metal prongs connecting to the headband were perfect to easily bolt in place on the helmet and keep them flexible for easy putting on and taking off. The little radio speaker-y bits on the outside I added my dad had laying around though obvi not 1000% Necessary

And that's all really for the easily bought supplies

The front plate is Literally just a chunk of sheet metal he happened to have on hand, and added the bolts to. The fifth bolt in the middle is the only Functional one that actually attatches to the helmet

And the bit keeping the wires in place is a piece of plastic we melted to shape, painted accordingly, then hot glued in place. Added the screws to make it look abit more Cohesive with the rest of it.

The staples specifically on mine are holes drilled then w/ v thin wire fed through and twisted and trimmed.

Some smaller seams n details I added with super glue since it gave a v subtle raised effect, and bc it cracked in shipping I had to super glue some of the cracks back together Anyways lmao

also had to do alot of spraypainting to get it the right color. Make sure to paint the "accessories" seperate before assembly bc trying to tape off everything could end up Annoying and that way the metal bolts and the plate can retain their orig metal color to add contrast.

Also make sure you get Matte paint, bc it'll look goofy shiny. Preferably something meant for outdoor use bc those will have the more gritty textures you're looking for n its easy to find.

For any extra scuffing n details I did some dry brushing w/ grey and black acrylic to add depth. Best way to do it imo is add some drybrush with a scrappy old paintbrush then wipe away some with a paper towel

or just use a paper towel with a v tiny, thinly spread bit of paint

Hopefully this helps atleast some!! If you need more detailed shots of my helmet for better reference just lemme know, I just dont feel like going to grab her rn for a photo shoot lmao

Good luck w/ your helmet!! n be sure to post it lots when you're done!!

It'll be sick as hell to see how your interpretation turns out!

just be careful bout wearing it too long

start seeing things you're not supposed to

knowing things you're not supposed to

[tartarduck]

can we get a merch tour :O i always have fun looking at your luke collection!

Hi anon!! When I saw this in my inbox I was like oh my goodness, oh my god, I would LOVE to do a merch tour. So a few things off to preface the chunk of text and images incoming:

1. I really really love low-key merch that can be used in everyday life, so while I have some acrylic prints and badges, I usually store them away.

2. I AM SO SORRY TO ALL THE PEOPLE READING THIS WHO ARE PROPER COLLECTORS AND LOOK AFTER THEIR MERCH LIKE TREASURES. While I truly treasure my Luke merch,, most of them are just kind of put into boxes without any more covering or organisation...

Now, onto the merch tour!

I keep my desk pretty clear - here is Luke who holds my stylus for drawing and my plain lamp that I put a Luke scrunchie on.

On the wall, I have a display for some of my favourite merch items that I switch out when I feel like 🫶 it used to be an entire wall but it was a little cluttered so I cleaned it up right before my exams 💀✌️

And look! Speaking of exams... I keep a lucky charm on my door so I can pass them 😭 thanks to this little boy I managed to stay in uni this long.

And here's my diary that I decorated with the cozy couple's getaway merch. Since 2023 is ending soon, I'll be slowly and carefully removing this and sticking it onto my 2024 diary (yes I use diaries, no I cannot remember what to do without them).

I've got another little Luke on display and the rest I've stored away. I won't lie, the Luke merch is basically half of my storage at this point. Right, and not pictured is the Luke blanket (iykyk) which is in its own corner of isolation in my wardrobe.

Anyhow, that is basically everything for the tour! I don't put out a lot of stuff, which makes for rather dull pictures but I feel like Luke merch has seeped into every corner of my life...

When my phone's out of battery, I take out a Luke power bank. When it's raining, I bring a Luke umbrella. When I'm lounging at home, I wear a Luke T shirt.

And so on, and so forth. Mihoyo makes so many lifestyle items for Themis and it's absolutely ruining me. Bonus shoutout to the Childe cushion that keeps my back from aching on my chair right now (my mum thought he was Luke too).

[thoroughlysaucedsparrow]

AAAAAAAAA ITS DONEEE

I measured it and this thing is fucking 6’6-

(materials and process underneath vv)

Materials used:

-3 pvc pipe segments with the screw adapters

-Eva foam : 2mm, 5mm, 10mm

-Foam clay

-Thermoplastic beads

-Metal wire

-Various superglues

-Spray paint

-Acrylic paint

~~ The Pvc Segments:

I started off with three 2ft pvc segments and glued the cross adaptor on the top, then proceeded to hack off and move around pieces as I saw fit. For the top segment I believe I cut off 5in, then glued 3 to the top of the cross pipe and tossed the remaining 2in. I also cut off 8in on the bottom to make way for the spike which is around 5.5in.

(The original pipes, I didn’t really have any other progress pics of this part)

~~ The Main Blade:

I started by going into FireAlpaca and separating the halberd from Sinclair’s sprite, then broke it up into various pieces and used Rasterbator to size up the blade. After that I printed it out, assembled it, and transferred it to freezer paper to adjust it as I saw fit.

After that I cut out two pieces of 10mm foam and glued them together as the main blade, then added the details with some 2mm foam I got from Walmart I think? I proceeded to hack away chunks of foam with Eva foam with a box cutter (and almost sliced my hand open in the process) before sanding the absolute crap out of it)

Once it was all sanded and I was content with it I took my heat gun and sealed all the foam and got rid of the fluffy texture created by the sanding and filled some of the gaps with foam clay.

After the blade I was done I stuck some wire into it, then shoved that wire through some thermoplastic beads I had melted and put in the pipe, and superglued it. It really wasn’t wanting to stay so I added more thermoplastic around the outside and proceeded to add more superglue (Gorilla and Flex Seal glue if I recall correctly) which has seemed to help it stay on. It’s not 100% stable but as long as I’m careful with it I’m ok.

~~

The Spikes:

Just like the blade, I made the pattern based the sprite itself. Using the line tool in FireAlpaca I traced over the top spike and the side spike and got the pattern from that. I resized and reshaped them in a Google doc before printing them out. After that I traced two of the spike pieces, cut one in half vertically and glued them together. After that I used small triangular pieces of foam to connect the corners and with that the skeleton was done (I added wire into the bottom spike for support as it is going to be bashing the floor a lot). i then filled the skeletons with foam clay, making sure to get all the sides even and filled completely.

(I forgot to add the triangle pieces in the bottom spike until later)

Once I sanded them and attacked them with the same method as the blade the base was done!

~~ Painting:

In order to create a stable base to paint on I shoved three wooden dowels into a fertilizer box and hot glued them down. I then broke the halberd down and put each piece on the spike before spraying it with multiple coats of plastidip.

(Note- I taped off the parts that would be screwed down as I was afraid that the paint would interfere with the threading. I don’t know if it would actually cause any problems but I didn’t feel like risking it)

Once that was completely dry I sprayed it with three coats of Rustolem Black High Gloss paint.

Finally, I dry brushed everything with silver paint and added the lettering, using some black paint to mimic the paint chipping.

Once I added two coats of Rustolem clear sealant it was done!! The overall process took about two weeks and I’m quite happy with how it turned out! I may or may not have injured myself a lot during the process because I’m stupid but it was quite a fun project, and I do have more Project Moon props planned for the future such as Don’s lance and Argalia’s scythe. Once I finish my full cosplay I’ll make a post similar to this one :)

[the-enzyme]

My repainted LoL OMG Tween Aya Cherry. As I mentioned in my previous post, featuring my repainted Ken Looks number 5. I am working on repainting a few of my fashion dolls. I am now done with Aya. I love this doll very much; I wasn't planning on repainting her, originally. I got two, to unbox one, but not usually when it comes to fashion dolls. I usually purchase two, to unbox one if they are either static figures I want to display, or fashion dolls I want to repaint. I just wanted to unbox Aya, because I like the default doll that much. My intention wasn't to repaint her.

Sadly, both of the Aya Cherry I found in stores had some level of damage. The one I kept in box has a bit of the eyeliner/lash-line messed up. This one had a chunk of cheek-blush missing. So, I kind of knew I would repaint her eventually, but that wasn't why I got two of her.

I haven't sealed her face yet, but I feel I am done with the repaint. I repainted her using acrylics only, since that's my favorite way to repaint all toys now. It took me only two days and a few hours each. I was thinking because she's a larger headed doll, than my preferred 12"-one-sixth-scale figures, I would take a lifetime to repaint her, but it went surprisingly faster for me, than with my 1:6 action figure repaints! I'm happy for now, I could have done a thousand times a cleaner job on her, but I am happy with her for now. I just need to seal the work and redress her. Hopefully, her bangs didn't get too messed up in the process. (:

[wellofhavoc]

Christmas Shopping for Young Traditional 2-D Artists

Hey there! I know it's early, but I'm already starting to see some posts about the common experience of being a kid artist with parents wanting to get something a little nice, and so they got a kit like these as a gift:

And one thing I never see under these is what a young artist might actually prefer to get.

These kits can range from $20-$50 depending on the quality of the material, company, and location. This kit was actually 18.6 OMR (46.76 USD) but I will be using a prince range of about $30 assuming you're going for something NICE but something they can USE.

This list is primarily of categories and things to consider getting YOUNG artists (4-12) but I don't see any reason you can't tweak some of these to be for older artists!

I'm also going to focus generally: Quality over Quantity. A good, nice set of art materials (whichever you choose) will always last longer, be more useful, be more fun, and be more loved than a cheaper set with more. I don't want to mock people who buy these sets, because I know they're purchased out of love and the want to make someone happy and tell them "I love that you're being creative," and I treasure every memory with them. I treasure less the memories of markers like those short ones in their either breaking in my hand because the plastic was too thin, or the tip snapped off, and the water colors never working- the set is just bad. It's a scam made to make you buy it.

So instead, let's find some products you can get as a nice present with the same intent. Let's be real, almost no kid ever used EVERYTHING in these sets, at least not all at the same time. Think about if your artist has ever said they wanted to try something specifically, or maybe they just have a favorite medium.

If not and you think "my young artist already has that, they use it all the time!" maybe the way to go here is by choosing an "upgrade." Type and quality of materials don't make the artist, but this is about getting something that looks or feels really nice for a special occasion, so that's what we're talking about today.

Paints:

I would not get a child of any age paint as a primary gift. I will explain more about what that means in a moment. For now, though, let's entertain different paint types- skipping past "finger paints," as any non-toxic paint really can serve as a finger paint, and into the main three types.

Watercolor- Paints activated with water! Easiest to clean, and if your artist tends to only want to paint some of the time and not every day, you're never in danger of them drying out and going bad. You can just went them and reuse them each time. Can be stored in almost any dry space, like a closet or shelf- even a tote if they seal well. Very easy to find non-toxic variants. For 10+ artists, though, watercolors can be a bit anticlimactic. They've used them before, and you might want to get them something new. In that case, go with gouache. They're like an acrylic/watercolor hybrid that can dry and layer easily unlike watercolors that usually come out transparent no matter how much of a pigment you layer on. They can be used on the same paper and even thinner paper since they're not so wet they'll warp any material. Can also go onto cardboard for school projects, which watercolors won't really work on.

Acrylic: Rubbery when it dries, easy to pick out of fibers if it gets stuck in your carpet- let it dry in chunks, do not wipe- dab if wet. It's very possible though with the right cleaning product and a little time. It dries somewhat quickly so older artists can work on projects faster rather than having to wait until layers dry to continue. Most commonly non-toxic.

Oil: Stays wet a long time. This can slow an artist down and give another artist a longer time to work and blend colors for a smoother look. Almost impossible to clean fabric without some heavy product, untreated wood is ACTUALLY impossible. Can stain clothes, lighter paint on your walls and cabinets, and even leather. I would definitely save this for an 10+ kid. Non-toxic variants DO exist, but look very carefully and closely so as to make sure this refers to accidental EATING and not just BREATHING if you're brave enough to give this to a toddler.

These are not all the paints out there, but they're usually what people are deciding between at the store. As for "primary gift," I would get a cheap set of paints for any new painters and then get some nice brushes. This means five year olds who just started and 12 year olds who only painted in art class twice a year. Expensive products can be fun surprises, but I know I was intimidated by some "nice" supplies I got as a kid. I wanted to make sure that I didn't waste it- that I used it f-or the "right thing"- because I didn't want to use nice material on something that looked bad.

Also, if you're a parent looking for this to be a long time thing, you probably also don't want to see your child mixing all of the tubes from that $80 paint set into a nice brown mess. Let them explore and be artists, but I'm sure they'd be just as intrigued by the mixing of colors and experimenting with which colors do what if you got a respectable $5-$10 set of primaries from Walmart.

Why I recommend brushes: As long as they're not the kind to pluck out the hairs, a nice set of hair brushes will last years. I still have some from my first set, and they're still my favorite. Take the time to look up how to care for them (rinsing them at the end of every session, using soap and sometimes conditioner to keep them healthy) and they'll serve you for a long time. I would stay away from bristled brushes and find something soft. In reviews, look for things like bristles falling out and the tips falling off entirely. Then look for texture. Soft brushes are better at picking up pigment and bristled brushes are better at creating texture. Even if your watercolor set comes with a brush, at least get a couple soft ones from the store.

Markers:

I'm assuming you want to go up a bit from Crayola, but stay away from Copic. They're cheaply made, overpriced, and are suspected by some users to have actually stopped filling their markers with as much ink as they used to.

I use Prismacolor personally, and they're essentially the same concept: A marker you can blend like paint using a blending tool. You can color a whole picture and then go in and blur two colors together. It works better if the color is still wet, but the alcohol in the blender reactivates it. Just like watercolor- great for those who might leave a project in the middle. If you have a child you're worried about putting them in their mouth, they use non-toxic ink, but it's probably still a risk if they were to do it continuously.

I would also suggest looking into brush markers, which act a bit more like water color pens. They do make a bit of a mess, but are easier to clean than paint pens, which just have paint in them. Paint pens are better for artists who want to draw on non-paper. They're usually used on car windows for graduations and weddings. Some brands are translucent, so look through the reviews to make sure they're opaque for an easier time for your artist. Non-toxic variants are available for both.

Crayons:

People are going to be mad at me, but pastels are just grown up crayons. Oil pastels or softer pastels can make a mess, but normal or chalk pastels are really easy to clean up and almost never make a mess in the first place. Would probably be easier to wipe off than your average wax crayon, actually. Most are non-toxic, but read the labels and do your research beforehand, as they might be harder to find from stores and brands you trust due to them not being as popular as the previously listed categories.

I suggest pastels because they're a fancier crayon-type-material and you can find pretty much any kind for any age of artist. They blend easy at any time, don't dry out, and you can replace a set pretty easily if your artist gets hooked. All of the joy and ease of oil paint with none of the sacrifice. If you're looking for accessories: get a brush or a cheap sponge set so they can play with textures.

Colored Pencils:

Gotta give it to Prismacolor again. This time, I'll even tell you they're okay for younger users AS WELL AS non-toxic. They're wax based, so don't store them in a warm place, and you can ALSO blend with these! You can buy a big or small set, and with the layering and blending abilities, they can still make any color they can think of. If your artist has SENSORY ISSUES and hates the chalky texture of pencils, the wax centers are super smooth, so they won't have to worry about that.

If you're not into Prisma, I would stay away from sets of short but plentiful sets. If a pencil is shorter than a few inches, it could be hard to grab at all, much less after many uses. You've literally cut how long that pencil could be used comfortably in half.

Paper:

I'm not going to get into paper (as that's a whole bag in its own and is unique to each medium) but if you are determined to get some nice paper for a specific thing, try asking "What kind of paper is good for 'brush markers/acrylics/pastels/ect'?" at your local art store or an online sales associate. Youtube artists also cover this a lot.

If you're getting canvases, I would also pick up a can of white gesso so your artist can prep that canvas and maybe some sealant. Canvases that are hung can fall hard and chip paint or get gouged easier while being moved, so store them properly- especially if they have something on them. Of course, this CAN happen to paper, but since it's usually in a book or stack or box.

Get a thick ringed sketchbook for the most ease of use- you can flip it over without bending the binding, you can rip out pages more easily, you can leave it in a hot car or drop it in a puddle and unless the paper's really thin most of the book will probably be fine.

Get a bound sketchbook (one with glue or string binding the pages like a normal book) for style and the ability to do "spreads' (art that uses two pages next to each other.) There are really no other benefits, and this is the worst one for any kind of paint because you have to prop it open to let the paint dry.

[blxckdragonfly]

Fearless (Darkness Finds You Universe Drabble #1)

(Song: "Fearless (Taylor's Version)" by Taylor Swift. Which, I find ironic because I read that Chris is a full fledge Swiftie and went to five shows.... Jesus. 💀

Pairing: Chris Motionless x Lycia Winters "Pronunication of her name-- Lai-shuh" (played by Ana De Armas)

Word Count: 1,200-1,300ish (this is just a chunk of the whole piece, lol)

Synopsis: In this sneak peek, Lycia attends her first Inkcarceration Festival with Chris and Motionless In White, also leading up to Lycia taking his hat that he wore onstage. We got fluff af in this piece! Also, when I have 'lilithczar' like Lycia's posts on IG-- that's my character, Lyra, not Juliet Simms. Just a heads up! Enjoy! X Tiger. Co-written with @blackrose-92)

Inkcarceration Festival: Mansfield Reformatory, Mansfield, Ohio. July 15th, 2023. 

Today, we’re in Mansfield, Ohio because Chris and the boys in Motionless are playing at Inkcarceration Festival, the festival is at the Mansfield Reformatory, an old haunted prison. 

When we arrive, rain is pouring down around the entire festival– I change into my “A-Batty-Nation” black bodysuit and “Blood Serpent” leggings from Black Milk Clothing, a pair of black faux leather platform boots from Lamoda, a faux leather jacket, my “Live Your Life” black and gold earrings from Fashion Nova to match my gold wolf necklace and coffin ring. I pull my hair into a ponytail and wear light makeup as I do at festivals. 

I watch Chris and the boys as they hit the stage, opening their set with Sign of Life. I take photos with my camera, some of which I capture Chris meeting my eyes and blowing me kisses which makes me laugh. 

After their set, I’m suddenly pulled aside into the pouring rain by Chris, which takes me by surprise as he kisses me deeply, making me melt into him. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss and letting the rain wash over us. 

When we break apart, I start giggling as he rests his forehead against mine. The rain continues to pour, but neither of us seem to care as we stay in that moment, our eyes locked on each other. With another kiss as passionate as before, Chris pulls away and looks down at me, his face full of tenderness and adoration. He brushes his thumb across my cheek softly. 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says, the warmth of his words washing over me. I smile and nod in agreement before reaching up and cupping his face in my hands. 

“Me too. There’s not a single place I’d rather be than right here, with you.” I reply before leaning up for another kiss. This time it was gentle, a simple expression of our love for each other amidst the chaos and noise of the festival around us. 

When we break apart again, I couldn’t help but giggle as Chris rests our foreheads together. I close my eyes and breathe him in, the smell of the rain mixed with his sweat from being on stage moments ago. His embrace is enough to block out the noise around us, allowing us to just be together in that moment. 

I suddenly smirk mischievously as I look at him, I reach for the hat that he’d worn on stage and take it off him, revealing the shaved sides of his new haircut. 

“Lycia!” Chris exclaims as I start laughing. “Very funny, honey. Give me my hat, please.” 

I smirk at him and shake my head at him, Chris raises a brow at me as he reaches for his hat again, I move it out of his grip. 

“Babe, come on,” Chris starts to whine and I giggle. 

“No,” I reply, my smirk still in place as I look at him. I take a few steps back as I hold the hat out of his reach and teasingly spin it on my black acrylic finger. Chris raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. 

“Oh, really?” Chris says as he’s starting to get amused by my antics. I nod in response, and continue to play with his hat, making sure I stay out of his reach. 

“Lycia,” His voice takes on a warning tone as he takes a step forward toward me. I laugh, seeing the look on his face and take a few more steps back, taunting him playfully with his hat in my black and white nailed fingers. I turn my back to him and start walking slowly, making sure that he can still see me. 

Chris’s smirk widens as I look over my shoulder at him as he watches me go and without warning, he reaches out and pulls me into his arms from behind. I gasp in surprise before quickly turning around to face him. 

Chris grins at me before pulling me close for another kiss underneath the rain. When we break apart I smile gently up at him before leaning forward to kiss him on his tattooed jawline. 

“You know I love you,” Chris whispers as he gazes into my yellow-green hazel eyes with a loving expression on his face. 

“I love you too,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the sound of the rain that was now pouring around us. Chris smiles in response, reaching up to and brushing a wet strand of my caramel brown hair from my face. 

He then grasps the hat between us before pulling it back onto his head, effectively shielding him from the rain. He looks up into my eyes and grins widely before leaning down for one more kiss. 

This time, the kiss is gentle and slow, filled with emotion as our hearts connect through the simple action of our lips touching. When we finally break apart again, I look up into Chris’s brown eyes lovingly before I rest my forehead against his chest softly. 

“Mm, what am I going to do with you?” Chris’s voice is full of warmth and affection as he rests both of my hands against his heart. I smile into his chest as I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing myself even closer to him. 

“Never stop loving me, Christopher Cerulli,” I whisper. “That’s all I ask.” 

Chris laughs softly as he kisses my forehead lightly. 

“That’s a promise I can keep,” He murmurs before pulling away to look at me. His thumb comes up to caress my cheek tenderly as he looks into my eyes searchingly. 

“I don’t think I could ever stop loving you,” He whispers, his voice barely audible above the pattering of the rain, a small smile playing on his lips as he gazes down at me. 

My cheeks flush pink as I lean into his touch and return his smile with one of my own before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss against his lips, he responds by wrapping his arms around me tightly and deepening the kiss, pouring all of his love into it as he does so. 

Chris reaches up and pushes another errant strand of my caramel brown hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear before cupping my face in his hand once again. 

“You know,” I whisper. “Whenever I’m feeling down or lost, all I have to do is look into your brown eyes and I know that everything is going to be okay. That we’re going to be okay.” 

Chris smiles at me softly and leans in for another gentle kiss, this time more passionate than before. His hand moves to caress the top of my hair gently, as he pulls back slightly and looks into my eyes. 

“I feel the same way,” He murmurs as he rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath trying to memorize the moment. He then looks back up into my bright yellow-green hazel eyes with a soft expression on his face. 

“You're my light in the darkness,” He whispers tenderly as he tenderly presses a kiss against my forehead. I smile widely as I wrap my arms around him tightly, relishing how safe and secure he makes me feel when I’m close to him. 

“And you’re mine,” I murmur softly before looking up at him with admiration in my gaze.

Chris nodded in agreement, leaning forward so our foreheads were pressed together, our lips just inches away from each other. His thumb caressed my face gently as he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of my hair-- the familiarity and letting it wash over him in a wave of peace.

"I love you, my Lycia," He whispers against my lips before pressing them together for another lingering kiss. When we broke apart again, I grin up at him widely before snuggling closer to him with a happy sigh, not caring in the world if we were getting soaked to the bone from the rain.

"I love you too, Chris," I murmured back happily before tilting my head up for one more kiss that was full of passion and longing.

When we pulled apart, both of us breathing heavily, I rest my head on Chris's chest contentedly as I listen to the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my ear.

Looking up at him fondly as I smile softly before moving my lips until they were barely an inch away from his.

"I don't want this moment to ever end." I whisper against his lips before pressing mine against his in a kiss that left no doubt about the feelings that I feel for him.

We remain like that for what felt like an eternity, our hearts and our hands find each other again and our fingers intertwine tightly as we stand there enjoying each other's presence until a loud crack of thunder echoed through the sky, breaking us out of our trance and making us jump slightly in surprise.

Chris smiles at me reassuringly before holding out his hand once more for me to take as we headed off to the bus to get out of our soaked clothes, I post one of the photos I took of Chris onstage earlier during their set on my Instagram.

liked by jensenackles, jaredpadalecki, misha, lilithczar, malakaiblxck, brodyxking and 5,370 others

lycia.rosee: Went to my first inkcarcerationfestival, it was pouring down rain but so magical because I got to spend it with my boy and his band. Here's a photo of my babe killing it on stage today. So much fun. 🖤 chrismotionless

jensenackles: I definitely need to come out and see Motionless perform! They look like such a badass band onstage. 🔥

jaredpadalecki: Completely agree, brother. jensenackles 😊

chrismotionless: Crowd blew our minds today. But most of all, I think I'm starting to realize that I love spending rainy days with you. 🖤

lycia.rosee: Aw, baby. 🥺 I love spending them with you too. chrismotionless 🖤

chrismotionless: That can easily be arranged. Just hit us up, we've got you both. jensenackles jaredpadalecki

thejennwithin: Did Chris kiss you in the rain? Please tell me he did because that would be the cutest thing! ❤️

lycia.rosee: Maybe... 😏❤️ thejennwithin

thejennwithin: SO CUTE! 🥺 lycia.rosee

[kithpendragon]

This post is part of a series explaining the step-by-step process I use to enhance a set of minis that come with a board game. The whole series is tagged #KP2023SCY to make it easier to find.

Equipment and Materials

Painting the pieces is a great way to personalize a board game and make it more fun and easier to play. You will need a few things to get started, and the hobby of painting miniatures can go pretty deep if you love it hard enough. In this post, we'll look at the stuff that makes it all work. This list is far from exhaustive, but should give a good overview of the hobby.

Needed

Minis

Just to start with the obvious, you'll need a game with pieces you want to enhance. This can be something as elaborate as the figures in Scythe, Clank Legacy, and Marvel United; or you can give your Sorry pawns a fresh look and tattoo all your meeples.

Paint

Acrylic paints are the defacto standard of the craft. They dry quickly, dilute and clean up with water, and tend to be generally easy to work with. Model acrylics are engineered to make easy work, but I've used mid- and low-priced art acrylics as well. The experience tends to be like using dollar store crayons instead of name brand, but it is absolutely possible to get good results with all but the worst of paints.

Palette

Somewhere to hold your paints up between the bottle and the mini. This can be as simple as a paper plate. Dimple trays are widely accessible. I've seen people use glass or tile as a pallet. I have one that is literally an offcut of thin board with some primer on it.

Brush

Finger painting exists, and you actually can use it on minis if that floats your boat. Most people like a tuft on a stick because it gives a bit more precision.

A good natural hair brush with a sharp tip can make painting an absolute pleasure! I also have a blue plastic stick with some heavy nylon strands on the end that came with a dirt cheap watercolor set, and I use the thing sometimes! If you have a sharp-tipped brush in the house, you can probably do something amazing with it. As usual, better equipment will fight back less often.

Water

You don't have to thin your paints, but you'll get better results if you do (especially in the beginning).

You do have to clean your minis before you paint them because oils from your hands, manufacturing residue, and miscellaneous dirt will all make it harder for the paint to stick. Soap and cool water, scrub with a toothbrush. For bonus points, scrub again with isopropanol to make sure you've got everything as clean as it can be!

Enough light

When you can't see what you're doing, it probably isn't a magnification issue. (If you need magnification, use it!) More often than I'd like, the answer is to bounce some more photons off those tiny details and they pop right out.

Nice to have

Sable hair brushes

Natural brushes are more supple and responsive. They cost more, but they last a long time if you take good care of them.

Round brushes

These will help you improve your dry brushing game. Dry brushing let's you hit just the high spots on a surface, and it's just easier with a round brush.

Wet palette

The short drying time is one of the features that make acrylic paints so popular. But if you're going to spend a good chunk of the day painting, you'll probably have a lot of paint dry out on the palette. Wet palettes can help us avoid this waste. You can buy a commercial wet palette, or you can build one with a couple paper towels and some baking paper in a small tray.

Primers

Helps the paint stick to the mini, and provides opportunities for underpainting.

Hobby knife and sand paper

Lots of minis have lines and other marks from the molding process. It's nice to smooth those out before you paint.

Glue

Allows you to add things to the mini if you are so inclined.

Getting deeper

Air brush

Uses compressed air to turn paint into a fine mist and push it forward. This tool offers speed and lets you use the shapes of the mini to do some of the work for you.

Plastic cement

Less a glue and more a solvent that welds bits of plastic permanently together

Modeling compound and sculpting tools

Good for constructing custom parts and covering up gaps left by assembly.

Tufts

Pre-made bits of plastic designed to look like grass. Gives your mini somewhere to be standing.

[hauntingthechateau]

Sunday November 5th

High of 11 low of 8. Rainy morning but patches of sun in the afternoon. Clear evening (could finally see the stars walking home).

Yep, that breakfast at 9 again. Got up and got my start with a shower and chai tea at home and dragged my feet for a while before heading to the studios to kill a little time before breakfast. Breakfast is wonderful as always and its just great having all these wonderful new souls to meet and chat with about things big and small, heavy and light; I really feel some friendships coming on 🥲. I ate an excellent pastry breakfast which helped my poor upset stomach, and then took a second helping down to the stables as lunch so I wouldn’t have to walk back up in the hill in the rain mid day and interrupt my work flow.

Then I got to work.

I organized my space enough to get to work, finished hanging the rest of my panels, and then I grabbed a small one and got to work on it. All in all I got the first pass done on five paintings, and also blocked the dark darks and shadows into another seven. I was either stingy or forgetful when packing my fluid paints because I didn’t bring a yellow ochre or a burnt umber and I’m missing them both dearly, so I went down to the supply closet in the Chateau when I had a lull in my productivity to see if I could find myself some. Yellow ochre was no problem, I even found a large bottle of artists’ quality fluid yellow ochre which has been treating me very nicely. Burnt umber for some reason was more illusive! I found a very crusty, little old tube of Windsor and Newton and after searching all the bins, finally found a larger tube of Amsterdam. Gave myself quite a fright when I found that I had what appears to be either oil or slow drying acrylic on my hands while I was wearing my victorian tweed which in regular life I try not to even bring near the studio with me, but here I was wearing it absentmindedly while going through old bins of paint 😬. I whiped most of it off on my apron and it doesn’t appear that I got any on my jacket… Phew. Back at the studio, I found without real effort I couldn’t get the cap off the Windsor and Newton so I gave myself a glob of the Amsterdam and went back to painting… man what crap! The Amsterdam is hardly pigmented, its so translucent. I sometimes forget what a treat these Tri-Art fluid paints are, I’ve come a long way from when I was okay with using Amerstam paints and I had no idea, in my memory they weren't this bad! 

Anyway, I did all that painting and felt pretty satisfied by the end of then day. Headed up to the Chateau around 6:30 to chat with people until our 7pm meal time. Dinner tonight was a pork soup (that had some special French name that I admittedly didn’t catch), along with a greek salad, a carrot slaw, buttery rice and thyme roasted potatoes (and baguette with EVERY meal, obviously). The meat in the stew was in BIG chunks but shredded apart with a spoon. It was luscious and fatty and I think cooked with a healthy amount of white wine. The carrot slaw was also a pleasant surprise, I think I ought to start making that at home! For dessert was a big ole birthday cake for Claudio’s birthday! We sang and had candles and everything, it was great! The cake itself was a white coconut cake with white chocolate icings and a message written in chocolate chips, it was delicious! 

After dinner we stayed and chatted a while longer over wine, I got a nice cotes du rhone out of the wine cave that may be my favourite yet! It’s got a lute on the label and gold foil, so it feels fitting that this would be my wine. I excused myself around 9 so that Craig and I could watch taskmaster together. The walk home was clear and the sky felt HUGE with all the stars, so many stars. Got ready for bed and then we watched the show together over discord and that was really nice (good episode too). Good to see his face, I know he’s stressing about getting things done for their cabin weekend coming up this Friday. So long as its not cancelled, I know he’ll have a great time. I’m glad he gets to do some more camping and I can’t wait to see the pictures! I got to say hello to Shrew who apparently has been depressed since I left which just hurts my heart! I’m glad I at least have a cat to pet while I’m here.

Went to bed at a good time and could barely keep my eyes open while I was reading my book. I’ve decided to switch my journaling to first thing in the morning in my studio while waiting for breakfast and this tactic seems to be timing out perfectly. Back to a normal sleep schedule and a good routine! 

Xo

[runawaycarouselhorse]

For the record, poor Koharu who wasn't a main character for a good chunk of her run, only had an acrylic keychain of her stock art (so, again, 2D, not a 3D figure), and the ugly/cheap/oddly proportioned chibi Pokemon Kids figure/finger-puppet like the ones made of every main character ever (which is the only other merch Iris got up there), oof. ^^;;

Soooo, yeah. Compared to every other main girl character, anime Iris wasn’t given any full collector’s figures or even cheap kid’s action figures during her time or after (only the cheap Pokemon Kids chibi figure and one very cute and nicely made collector’s figure that is... still chibi and a keychain.)

And that's all she wrote!

Just for fun:

If we count ~related~ merchandise, there’s a cute Terrarium Collection one of Snowy on the shore, with fallen flowers floating on the water, with a paw reaching out to touch Lillie’s hat, lying in the sand.

There's also plushies that are supposed to be Lillie's Snowy (life-size, you can carry her in your arms and she'll dangle like Lillie's, fff) and I once found a listing for an Iris' Axew, as I recall, on the Pokemon Center website, but sold-out/no picture available...

I think only Lillie's Snowy has its own unique artwork. The plushie is functionally just an Alolan Vulpix, unless someone can tell me what differentiates it aside from the labelling... ^o^;;

Full-sized anime Mallow with Steenee figure for the G.E.M. series!

I’m surprised Lana doesn’t have one too, only the Nendoroid (likely game Lana)... Lana does share some merch with the girls, like a card sleeve with her, Mallow, and Lillie. Lana & Mallow are also on a card binder (with Kiawe.) It's not a figure and the merch seems game-verse (Lillie with Nebby, etc.), but the group/character choices feel evocative of the anime, so I tossed them in anyway.)

Nendoroids are chibi, but very highly articulated, you can swap the faces (to change expressions), they're ridiculously expensive--Lillie has one too!

Iris has no offiicial full-sized figures compared to past heroines and I think that's sad

I lost my old thread a long time ago, so taking a moment to show you how anime Iris only got two chibi pieces of merch, unlike all the main girls before and after, one a cheap Pokemon Kids toy and one a very nicely made (still chibi) collectors’ keychain part of a set.

(Update: Iris now has an acrylic stand! Those are 2D, so not. Proper figures, alas, it's the same artwork that makess up stickers, just propped up to stand. There are also pins! Sadly, still no proper official 3D figure, aside from the chibi keychain (which was one of the first things I bought online with my salary--chibi Iris and a cute little Deerling plushie ♡).

There was an amazing resin statue of Champion Iris and Haxorus and another beautiful a League Series Iris (also in her Champion dress), but EZM Studios and Trainer House Studios respectively do not appear to be officially sanctioned by the Pokemon Company? There's a lot of Chinese figures that are honestly amazing, but seem to be unofficial/fan-made? Gorgeous, though.)

No figures of Iris as she was shown in the BW! anime/in her younger self's BW outfit from the games, ;^;

Misty is a product of the 90’s and most of her figures were cheap children’s toys! But thers’s still a bunch of them (in addition to the cheap Pokemon Kids toy, assume one exists of every major character.) New merch includes the polished G.E.M. series figure & chibi plushie!

These are sitting plushies, not figures, but they're very new and cute (and her seiyuu/original voice actress owns one and often poses it for photographs on her twitter, fff.)

May is also an early character and primarily has cheap toys, but she also has this very sweet (very tiny) promotional movie figure of her with Manaphy... a recently made very polished G.E.M. series figure, and she has a figure with Torchic! Game May has her own polished figure.

Note: the G.E.M. series commemorates the anime and seemed to be going in order, until it skipped Dawn (despite her immense popularity?!) after May, then skipped Iris for Serena... then, they made the Sun & Moon girls and that seemed it.

Dawn has a LOT of merchandise, ranging from cheap action figures for kids to collectors’ figures for her anime & game counterparts. Also, plushies, more keychains...

That last one is likely her game counterpart, given the loooong scarf.

Some more cheap children’s toy Dawns, trainer pack sets... (There’s also this new, chibi game Dawn plushie!)

Again, keep in mind, EVERY major Pokemon character gets the very homely-looking Pokemon Kids toys and for a long time, that was Iris’ only toy. So, despite not picturing them here, assume all the main girls have them (as do main boys!)

For the record, BW! Ash had character merch like collector’s figures and children’s toys/action figures too, it was only Iris who was excluded. *Cilan* has a full figure (Banpresto Partners figure with Pansage, Banpresto Parnters Ash is with Pikachu) too! N, the Subway Bosses too also existed...

Serena has a LOT of merchandise. There’s a music box figure of her performing with a key,

there’s the new G.E.M. figure with Sylveon, her game counterpart with Fenekkin, cheap kid’s toys (Takara Tomy action figure), a plushie of her short-haired look...

Serena’s game counterpart has figures, clearfiles, keychains, stickers, posters, etc. (Iris recently got a pin/badge along with the other Unova Gym Leaders, possibly stickers too)—slightly sidetracking, let’s get back to figures!

A very cute short-haired, chibi XY anime-styled Serena (note she also has the gifted blue ribbon and the second outfit!) for the Pita Poke toys!! I wish I had those, it looks very Polly Pocket and cute, but sadly discontinued.

Moving onto Lillie, she has the most merchandise across franchise, I think! She has two anime-based figures (with Snowy and the Poke Problem blackboard.)

Game Lillie has many figures, a music box like Serena’s that plays her theme (it’s the one of her on the sofa with her diary).

If we count ~related~ merchandise, there’s a cute Terrarium Collection one of Snowy on the shore, with fallen flowers floating on the water, with a paw reaching out to touch Lillie’s hat, lying in the sand. There’s Iris’ Axew stickers and cards, promotional stuff, but all 2D.

I may reblog with the others and anime-related merch that isn't figures... I hit the limit, PFFT.

[sat0sugu-angst]

In a Daze

Bakugo w an s/o who smokes. He doesn't smoke often, but one night he asks to join you, and things get a little heated ;)

wc 2.9k

cw: smoking 🍃, afab!reader, established relationship, reader x bakugo live together, mentions of a strap (hehehe 😈), bratty!reader, soft dom!bkg, exhibitionism (kinda not really), dry humping, body worship, cock riding, creampie, implied aftercare

characters have been aged up +22

MDNI

You were getting ready for bed, having finished your nightly routine and were climbing into bed.

Katsuki was already situated in his regular spot, light reflecting in his blue light glasses (a gift from Deku) as he read something from his phone. You were searching through your streaming apps for something to watch, you leaned over and grabbed your dab pen before taking a small hit.

You'd started smoking about half an hour ago, right before you got ready for bed, so your body was humming contently as you relaxed back into your spot on the bed beside him.

He was giving you a heavy look, you could feel it even as you continued your search. You were unbothered as you asked, "What's wrong, Katsuki?"

Then, "Can I have some?"

You paused the thumb on the remote, looking over at your boyfriend. He looked mildly curious about the pen in your hand, and you smirked, pressing it to your lips and taking another hit.

You turned toward him, leaning in like you were going for a kiss. He seemed to get what you were doing right away, pressing his open mouth against yours as you breathed the smoke into him.

You'd never done it before, so you couldn't help the way it made you giggle against him, absolutely giddy from your suggestive gesture. He hadn't been thinking about sex before, but he definitely was now.

When you pulled away, you handed him your pen, and he took a small hit. He couldn’t help the cough, though, and you affectionately teased him, running your fingertips over his shoulder with a smirk. He sneered, a half assed "shut up," on his lips. The weed was hitting a little harder now, and you shoot him a sly grin, leaning against his warm body contentedly. You exhale softly as he instinctively wraps an arm around you, even as he grumbles at you about it.

"Mm," You mumur without much thought. You’re practically purring, curling up and fitting yourself against him, lifting a leg over his lap. You only have innocent thoughts, but all he can think about is the feeling of your tits rubbing up on him, your heat pressed snuggly against his thigh.

He hadn't smoked a lot, but he so rarely did that he didn't have a very high tolerance. Staring hard at you on him, he wondered if he ought to ignore how fucking sexy you were like this, fresh from a shower, hair damp and smelling like soap and lotion, you're skin so soft against his.

He contemplated just holding onto you, focusing on your breath to help him relax enough for bed, but he didn't really pay attention to the way his fingers were working into the soft skin of your thigh, rolling it between his fingers.

You continue humming. "Feels good, Katsuki," you say, returning the favor by running your nails along his arm. It was his favorite thing, especially when your nails were done like they were now, acrylic tips feeling like heaven as they ran lightly over th goosebumps rising on his arm at the contact. At his ittle moan of appreciation, you ask, "want more?" Before taking another pretty big hit.

He leans into you, letting you repeat the gesture from before. This time, instead of giggling, you pressed your tongue into his mouth suggestively, whining into his mouth when he squeezed a chunk of your thigh in his rough grasp. "Katsuki," you warn, and he pulls away with a smirk.

"I know you like it," he teased, and you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't deny it, or hide the little smile tugging at your lips. "Want me to be sweet on you tonight?" You nodded eagerly, pressing a soft kiss into his jaw, continuing to trace your fingertips over his skin. His voice rumbled in his chest, and his hands tightened on your hips, but only enough so that he could lift you and place you right on his lap.

Instinctively, you rut your hips against his, wanting to feel him press against you, but he clicked his tongue, hands more forcefully holding you still above him. "Patience, baby." He cooed, pressing his lips to your collarbone. "Gonna take my time with you tonight. Taste you everywhere."

You simply hummed in agreement, leaning into his mouth as he made his way up your jaw and back to your lips. He was slow, driving you nuts as you felt him harden underneath you, but he did absolutely nothing about it other than the tongue that pressed sweetly into your mouth.

You both danced your fingertips over the other's skin, working the sensation into memory like you'd never held each other in your arms before, though you had hundreds of times by now. His lips were skilled against yours, knowing how to pull little noises from you even as he left you hanging with a now throbbing cunt in his lap, but you liked when he was like this, softly domineering and controlling your pleasure.

His lips had made their way back to your breasts, pulling your tank top down to expose one, and taking your nipple in his mouth when his phone started buzzing on the nightstand.

You looked over, and sensing your motives, he growled, "leave it."

"But it's Kiri. Maybe he needs something." You said faux sweetly, reaching over. He tried to snatch it from you but you'd already answered before he could reach.

You grinned at the man beneath you. "What's up, Kiri?" Katsuki, flushing, crossed his arms over his chest as he looked away from you.

Kirishima seemed a little shocked that you were the one who answered the phone. "Oh, hey Y/n, what're you guys up to?"

You shared a look with Katsuki, who huffed and rolled his eyes. "Oh just hanging out, we're watching TV before bed."

You heard his knowing laugh on the other end. "Oh yeah, I'm sure you are."

You winked at Katsuki. "You know Bakugo wouldn't let me answer the phone if we were up to anything,"

Katsuki tsked at the use of his last name and the subtle jab, so you kissed him chastely at the same time Kirishima said, "yeah, you're right," with a laugh. "We'll I'll let you two wind down, then. I was gonna see if you guys wanted to come get some beers with us."

You raised your brow. "Oh yeah? Who's all there?"

"Oh, you know. Denki, Sero, all the guys."

You looked at Katsuki with a grin. "Oh that sounds like fun, maybe we'll make an appearance."

He glared at you, finally taking the phone out of your hand as he said "absolutely fuckin' not."

You giggled as he pressed the phone to his ear. "Listen, I'm tryna relax, quit botherin'. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He said, hanging up the phone, but not before you heard Kirishima's laugh on the other end.

He tossed the phone toward the end of the bed, growling lightly as he pulled you up to him, burying his face in your chest. He mumbled something against your skin that you couldn't make out. You laughed a little, stroking his hair. "I can't understand what you're saying, baby."

He pulled away a little. "Don't tease me when I'm stoned, stupid."

You giggled a little, grabbing him by the cheeks. "Aw, baby, I didn't know you were that high." You ran your fingers through his hair, enjoying the way the strands felt on your fingers. "But I know what'll make you feel real good."

He glared. "You're not taking that fucking strap out." He pouted.

You really laughed then. "No, not that." You adjusted yourself so you were back in his lap, and his eyes closed a little at the friction against his cock, and you noticed it was much harder than it had been earlier. You perked up a little. "You're so hard after that phone call, Katsuki. You like that I answered the phone while we were making out?" You tested the waters, slowly rolling against him again. His hips reacted in kind, looking up at you with heavy lidded eyes. "Would you have liked it if I was sucking you off while your best friend was on the phone?" You pressed your fingers against his throat as you leaned into his ear, slowly, slowly building up a pace against him. "Maybe you'd like to feel me pulsing around your cock, tryna keep quiet so he wouldn't know what we were up to, hm?"

He groaned a little, his hips seemingly moving of their own accord to thrust into your clothed cunt. You grinned, pressing a kiss to his neck before pulling away. "I'll have to keep that in mind next time Kiri calls."

His hand, which had been in your hair, tightened a little as he pulled your face back to look up at him. You bit your lip a little as he looked down at you with that mean expression you loved. "I'll just hafta tie you up, keep you from acting up."

His grip on your hair loosened a little, and you pushed yourself up so your faces were only centimeters apart. "But that's no fun." You pouted, and he smirked at you.

"S'what you deserve for teasin me, especially when I'm bein' so nice to you. Oughta just take what I want from you right now."

You looked up at him through your lashes, the movement of your hips stalling for a moment. "What if I promise to be good?"

He melted into you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he hid from you in your neck, and you grinned. "Your killin' me," he groaned, and you rewarded him by continuing the roll of your hips.

You were done talking, for now, anyway, relishing in the way his breath quickened as you found a steady pace. Every little sound he made had you clenching around nothing, and you were sure you were soaked now. Your brain was still fuzzy from the weed, all you were able to think about was the feeling of his body against yours.

He was just as enthralled with you, sneaking looks up at your face. Flushed and mouth slightly open, your breath hitching every time he rolled your hips so his erection caught at your clit. He loved to see you lose yourself on his cock, and he wasn't even inside you yet.

"Take off your clothes," he instructed roughly against your skin, and you were all too eager to comply, your tank top the first thing to go. You were a little distracted when Katsuki latched back onto one of your nipples, rolling it under his tongue. "I didn't tell you to stop." He reminded, biting your nipple lightly in warning.

You bit your lip to keep from whimpering, but you couldn't help the small noise that came out of your mouth. He pulled away to give you a mean smile. "C’mon, baby, I'll help you out." He said, and pulled at your hips so you were up on your knees, taking no time at all to pull your panties away with your shorts.

Your pussy was bared to him, almost at level with his face. He looked lost in your body, his eyes combing over every detail like he'd never seen you before. You rested a hand on his shoulders for stability as you reached over to take another hit from your pen.

He was still lost in your naked flesh, fingers working into your thighs near your hips. You couldn't help the soft coo at the sweet sensation, blowing smoke across his face to get his attention. He looked up, pupils blown wide, whether from arousal or the weed, or a combination of the two, and you held the pen out to him in silent offering.

He didn't move his hands from your hips, but wrapped his lips around the pen and took a breath, looking up at you with love and hunger in his eyes. His fingers continued massaging into your skin, and you couldn't help but roll your hips against his hands, your cunt begging for friction.

"You look so good like that," you whispered, and he pulled off the pen, returning your earlier favor by blowing the smoke up at you. You giggled. "Want you, Katsuki,"

He nodded, and leaned forward to kiss along your hipbones. "I know, baby, you gotta be patient." But he promised he'd be sweet on you tonight, and he would honor that, runninh his thumb between your folds, collecting your slick so he could rub against your clit. He hummed against your skin, peppering kisses from your hips up towards you chest, taking his time with your breasts, even swiping his tongue under one before kissing it.

His thumb continued to lazily circle your clit, stoking the fire more than alleviating any tension. You watched him worship your body with his mouth, and he alternated between closing his eyes and looking up at you until you couldn't take it any longer.

"Please, Katsuki, need somethin," you whined, trying to grind down into his hand. He pulled away and tapped against your pussy lightly, warning you.

"Almost done, baby," he said, but you could tell his resolve was wearing thin. You lowered your hips and he barely tried to stop you, but you knew once you ground your wet cunt over his boxer clad erection he was done for, the hands on your hips now helping you to grind against him than keep you at bay. You kissed him lightly on the lips in apology.

"Cheater," he mumbled against your lips, but it was obvious there was no real force behind it.

You smiled cheekily at him. "Sorry, couldn't help myself. You feel too good like this."

He mumbled something in agreement against you, his hands leaving your hips to pull at his boxers. You shifted just enough for him to pull them down, before pressing yourself right back against him. He sucked in a shaky breath at the contact, but you wasted no time finding that pace again, coating his length in your arousal.

"God damn, you're so eager for it, huh?" He teased, and you shared a dazed little smile. He felt heavenly pressed against your sex, his swollen tip catching on your entrance every so often, teasing you even more. "You feel so good on me," he breathed. He leaned back against the headboard to watch you work yourself over him. He was painfully hard and wanted nothing more than to lose himself in your soaking cunt, but he would relish in the feeling of you for as long as he could.

You were whining, your body begging for him to press into your core. Your arousal was dripping down on him, the lewd sounds driving you crazy. "Please," you begged, reaching up to cup his cheek in your hand. "Need you,"

The dazed out look in your eyes, stoned out of your mind and absolutely drunk on his cock, tore away at the last of his resolve. He kissed you, quick and rough, before he reached between you. You lifted up a little so he could grab his cock, rubbing his fingers over it once, twice, to make sure it was evenly coated in your slick, and he helped you guide it inside.

You both groaned deeply into each other's necks. You at the pleasant stretch as he filled you up, him at the way your aching sex milked him sweetly. You both bucked into each other, each looking for your own releases, but helping the other out a little.

His hand was back between your legs, rolling his thumb over your clit, and you clenched around him every so often, rewarded for your efforts each time by his fingers rubbing against you in the way he knew you love.

You were both a heap of lust, doing little to hide the sounds you pulled out of each other. The sound of his thighs clapping against yours seemed to drown them out anyway. Neither of you could be bothered to care if the neighbors could hear, too invested in the feel of your bodies joined together.

Brains fuzzy and lost in the sensation of your movements, your orgasm ripped through you almost unexpectedly, nearly shouting out in pleasure, but Katsuki swallowed your sounds with a kiss. The way you fluttered around him when you reached your climax spurred him into his own, not bothering to pull out as he came inside you and continued to thrust, addicted to the way you milked his cock.

It was nearly too much, almost painful, but you still whined when his thrusts slowed to a stop. He smirked, looking absolutely fucked out under you, fingers lazily tracing shapes over your back and sides. "God, that was heaven." He said, slightly hissing when you clenched around him involuntarily at the praise.

"Love you, baby," you murmured, kissing him sweetly. You pulled away just enough that you could look into his face, he was so relaxed against the headboard. You were ready to fall asleep like this, with his cock still plugging you up, but Katsuki was very strict about cleanup, and you could tell even through his own haze he was two seconds from lifting you off of him.

"Love you, too" he said, just as softly, pushing your hair from your face before he sat up, ready to clean you both up.

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Thanks for reading, and for 100 followers 💖 rbs/comments always appreciated!! Love you all!!

I'm going on vacayyyy so I will be gone for about a week, but when I get back I'll be working on a pt. 2 for my Into You fic. If you'd like to be added to the taglist, pls shoot me a dm! (keep in mind you must have your age in your bio and be over the age of 18 to be added)

[thekrows-nest]

Also!! I'm sorry if this has been asked before, buuuuuut!! How old was Krow when he started developing an interest in art? And what inspired him to pick up the hobby? Does he have a favourite/preferred medium? I want 2 live inside his brain kjsksghj

He got into it pretty young (like 4? 5?) because he needed to occupy his time with... something. He had seen other kids do it, and he enjoyed it a lot. He'd gather up whatever he could from home to draw on/with (cardboard, card stock, printer paper, abandoned pencils, pens, markers...) then go find some place and just doodle. This led to him getting interested in other mediums, although it wasn't so easy to do at home so he only got the chance to do them at school. Of all of the art mediums, he likes painting the most, and prefers to use oils over acrylics. But sometimes he does get bored of painting and will do something else for a while, usually that ends up being widdling some chunk of wood with whatever knife he has on hand. (He enjoys knives, a lot, has quite the collection of them; something he likes about knives is how versatile they are. People may think of them as a weapon, but Krow sees it as a tool. You can use it in cooking, art, survival if need be, it has a lot of uses.)

So it really was killing him when he fell into an artblock not long after... leaving from home. Art had always been his life and his passion, as well as the only therapy he could seek out for... things going on in his life. To be without it was torture.

Dove coming into his life and giving him that spark of inspiration is life saving to him.

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The Middleman - Hair Dye

content: (defective conditioning, dehumanizing language, mentions of previous abuse, mentions of forced body modifications)

The car rattled to a stop in the parking lot of a dingy motel. It was a squat, murky-green building near a closed section of outlets, with glitching neon signs and rusting guard rails on the second floor.

Benzo shut off his engine and pocketed his keys, turning to the boy in his front seat.

“You’re not going to make a scene. We’re just checking in.”

He nodded, eyes fixed on the dashboard, and Benzo unbuckled his belt before going around the car and opening the passenger door. The boy got out, the cuffs of his sweater balled into his fists, standing pigeon-toed and shaking.

Benzo cupped a hand to the back of his neck and moved the boy with him in quick strides until they were out of the cold night and at the front desk.

An older blonde woman stood smoking behind the counter, leafing through a magazine with thick acrylics.

“Room for a week would be great, thanks doll.” He could hear how tired he sounded, despite trying not to.

“Mmhm, leave an ID and a credit card.”

Benzo tossed both onto the counter, the woman sliding a set of keys with a room number tag in exchange. He took it and guided the boy out until they’d reached room 45, on the second floor.

There were two single beds, a desk by the window, and a bathroom that could barely even be called a bathroom. The wallpaper was peeling and the whole room reeked of stale smoke and cheap detergent.

“Strip and put the clothes on the bed. I’ve only got four days til we have to drop you off so we haven’t got a lot of time.”

Benzo turned around, shucking off his jacket and tossing it on the bed closest to the door along with his keys and burner phone. It wasn’t like it was a hard job, being the middleman. The pit stop between the trainer and the buyer. Honestly it was mostly superficial things that he was in charge of. Ensuring that training had sunk in properly, making the final cosmetic changes to fit what the client wanted, and then just keeping an eye on them until the time came to drop them off in a blindfold, gag, and cuffs. He’d gotten ridiculously good at it over the past few years.

The trainer had given him a file on the boy; hair, tattoos, detoxes needed. This one was twenty-five, a natural blonde with fifteen tattoos and a penchant for smoking weed. But since he’d been handed off, Benzo had picked out the changes the client had requested. It was like a game for him, like Spot the Difference.

Weight loss was the most obvious. He’d been listed in the two hundreds but that was clearly not the case anymore, small and curled in on himself as he stripped off the clothes and folded them on the bed.

Next was the tattoos, probably the most uncomfortable part. Fifteen of them, none visible, now just patches of darker, mottled skin in various places on his body; the back of his neck, behind his ear, big chunks of it sectioned in neat, geometric shapes along his arms.

They’d cut them out.

Benzo would be in charge of the hair, the client wanted a redhead but there was only so much you could do with a cheap box dye and some vaseline. Regardless, he emptied the color cream into the color activator before shaking it and pulled on the thin latex gloves, rolling up his sleeves and dropping one of the towels on the floor.

“Come in.”

The boy shuffled into the bathroom in a pair of boxers and kneeled on the towel, bowing his head.

“We’ve gotta wait twenty minutes once I put this on.”

Benzo dropped into a squat, using a hair tie to section out the boy's hair. It was long, stopping at his nape, parted down the middle. He made sure to smear vaseline from a travel tub along the hairline, ears and neck before he started in on the application, the dye already processing in the bottle.

Once it was fully covered, Benzo peeled off the gloves and shoved everything back into the box before tossing it away.

“Stay there, I’ll come back when it's time to rinse.”

The boy made a noise and Benzo stopped cold in the doorway, fixing his eyes on the carpet.

“What was that?”

His voice was quiet and hoarse. Benzo could hear his vocal fry.

“It’s burning.”

They never talked. Not once. He’d had hundreds of them, whining when they had to pee, licking off the plate at the end of a meal, dropping to their knees at the slightest hint of his displeasure, although he never showed it. But none of them had ever once talked. What kind of client wanted one that could talk back?

Still, he’d take it in his stride.

“It was four bucks. It's gonna burn.”

And then he left and shut the bathroom door behind him because if the boy could talk then god knows what else the client was allowing him to do. He decided to review the file again, to make sure there were no more surprises waiting, and slumped onto the bed to skim through it.

“Surgical cosmetics to perform, blah blah, mmhm, filing teeth, jesus. Filing teeth? Okay. . . aha. Commands, actions, performance, demeanor, training.”

Benzo felt around his cargo pants pockets without looking away from the page until he found his cigarette carton and bit one out of the box by the filter, fumbling for his lighter.

“It is to be completely subjugated. . .”

Benzo’s eyes flitted to the end of the section as he lit his cigarette.

Mute.

He could feel a migraine settling in. Usually things went smoothly, without a hiccup. The training bled any fight out of them and by the time they arrived on his doorstep they were practically gift-wrapped for the client. Benzo’s work was strictly superficial, and he felt his stomach knot up with the knowledge that this was a bigger pain in the ass than he was willing to handle.

Still, maybe it was a fluke. It would be the training system that got the reprimand, not him. He was just the delivery boy. Stubbing out the cigarette on the underside of the bedside table, he got up and opened the bathroom door, light cutting across the boy's face.

“Rinsing time.” The boy crawled over to the tub and Benzo twisted on the faucet. He used to ask if the temperature was okay, but the smaller things had been pushed to the wayside since his clientele numbers had grown the past year, and the newcomers were a little more severe about how freely he got to interact with their purchases.

Pushing his hand through the cream of the dye, Benzo scrubbed over the scalp and lifted the length of the hair, squeezing the excess off until the water ran a diluted copper.

The boy was shaking, jaw clenched to prevent chattering, white-knuckling the lip of the tub as Benzo took a towel to his head and dried most of it off. It was a saturated auburn, a stark contrast to the earlier blonde, but it suited him a little better.

“Put your clothes back on.”

The boy nodded and Benzo tried to ignore the blood pulsing at all his focal points. If he just didn’t talk for the next week then Benzo could forget he ever did. That he was unfinished. That the whole aversive stimuli model didn’t work and he’d get punished for it the second Benzo dropped him off. The second he was left for the wolves.

Once the lights were off he could feel his headache abating, and knocked back a mouthful of rum from a half-empty flask in his jacket before climbing into bed. A few feet away, the boy was turned towards the wall, the curve of the blanket lifting with every breath.

He was almost asleep when a voice cut through the dark of the motel room.

“What’s going to happen to me?”

Benzo pretended not to hear it.

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(I am so sorry for dropping off the face of the earth! Things got stressful and I neglected a lot of areas in my life, including writing. But here's a short morsel to warm up my typing muscles and just let you all know I'm happy to be back. - ez)

p.s. please let me know if there are any tags I'm forgetting, I'm chronically bad at tagging.