#So whenever I wanted to make any expressive poses or big expressions it just looked so loose and lacking in neatness

[wiredalienvampire]

You ever just look at your old art from 2020 and realize how awful your anatomy was back then

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pact marks pt 2

✦ CAST: lucifer, mammon, levi ✦ SUMMARY: brothers’ reaction to you hiding your pact marks (reader has hair covering the back of their neck for lucifer) ✦ WC: 2.3k-ish

[PART 1] | [PART 2] | [PART 3] | MASTERLIST

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Lucifer

Will mention it in passing to find out more about why the pact mark is gone but will not interrogate further. Instead, it keeps him up in bed wondering why you weren’t wearing the mark with pride LOL

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The clear sound of someone clearing their throat caught your attention as you paused in your note-taking to glance up at the culprit who broke the silence in the library. The towering figure above you makes for a dashing picture although you weren’t sure why he was hanging around you when there was a perfectly good chair opposite you that he could take a seat in.

“Can I help you…?” You trailed off as you started racking your brain for any misconduct that you might have done in the past week that he was posing as an intimidating shadow above you. Either way, it was always a safe bet to apologise first.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out, nervousness making your heart beat a little faster. This should be enough, right? This time, you can see his expression morph into one of confusion and a hint of…frustration. 

His breath escaped with a sigh, “Why is it that whenever I come to talk, you always apologise first?” The mirth in his voice obvious as he pulled out the chair beside you to take a seat.

Oh okay, he was sitting beside you. Great, maybe you did do something wrong that you simply couldn’t recall at the moment. Or maybe, Satan and Belphie tattled on you about the prank you had helped out with last week.

He cleared his throat again, folding his hands pristinely on the table. “I just wanted to check up on you. How are you doing?” You paused in your movement, ink blotting on the sheet of paper as you pondered fervently for an appropriate reply.

“What’s up with the artificial pleasantries?” You asked warily, not sure what to make of his behaviour. You leveled him with an even stare, as you tried to decipher his thoughts.

He stared at you, noting your defensive position, with your shoulders to your ears and the way you gripped your writing utensil tightly, “Are you a masochist? Do you like my scolding that much?” He stared at you with a deadpan expression, leaning forward to flick your forehead gently.

“Relax.” He demanded, uncurling your fingers to wring your pen away as he placed the cap back to its rightful position. You continued to look at him doubtfully, leaning back in your chair as you hummed a tune that you had picked up from Levi’s anime.

(You had an idea why he was seeking you out now.)

You wore an inquisitive smile, angling your head in the way you knew Lucifer liked. “I feel like you have a question for me?” You deliberately drawled out the end of your sentence, bringing your legs up to tuck it under your chin. With his piercing stare, he met your eyes, bright crimson eyes flashing as he snorted, “Do I?”

“Well if you don’t, I’ll go back to my studies then.” You proceeded to reach out for your pen in Lucifer’s grasp, smiling when a gloved hand enclosed it further away from you, holding it high above his head. 

“Fine.” He huffed, finally dropping all pretenses. “I heard that the shady sorcerer taught you something new.”

You nodded in return, not providing any further explanation. If he wanted to know any other details, he would need to learn how to put his big boy pants on and ask you with words instead. 

He continued to look pointedly at you, his feet tapping an incessant rhythm on the carpeted floor. When he realised he wasn’t going to get any other information from you, he continued, ”He taught you how to cover up the pact marks, correct?”

“Yes, he indeed taught me how to cover these up,” You motioned to the back of your neck, moving your hair out of the way so he could get a better view as you rotated in your seat. “See, it’s not there.” You said triumphantly, turning back to face him.

He had a complicated expression on his face, a dark scowl planted on his lip. “Lucifer?” You called out, a teasing remark already at the tip of your tongue but before you could let it slip, he abruptly stood up to excuse himself, saying that he had to finish some work.

You sat there, bewildered. For a second, you actually contemplated standing up to chase after him but then against your better judgement, you decided not to.

‘Well, he can work through those feelings by himself before coming back to you.’ You pondered before turning back to your notes and noticing the mess left behind. Damn it, you would need to rewrite your notes seeing as the ink had seeped through... as well as getting a new pen as Lucifer had left with it.

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Mammon

Out of everyone, he would be the loudest at making it known that he disliked you not showing the pact.

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“HUH?! Where did it go?!” A hand shot out and grabbed onto your wrist, making you stretch out your arms as you hurled forward in the hallway and into the chest of someone.

“Wha-” Putting your hands on his chest, you pushed back the assailant and instead met the worried expression on the Avatar of Greed’s face, “Mammon?” With a hesitant voice, you tried to tug your hand away from his scrutinising eyes.

“Arghhh… The mark! I don’t believe it! Where did the mark go?!” The panicked voice of Mammon resounded in your ears, a shrill symphony that rang throughout your head. He proceeded to grab onto your shoulder, spinning you around so many times as if an answer would apparate in thin air if he did it enough times.

You were starting to feel dizzy, the unmistakable taste of bile forcing its way up your throat. In the serene recesses of your mind, you wondered if you should just puke on Mammon and call it a day. Unfortunately, you knew that Lucifer would still make you clean up the mess and you just weren’t in the mood for it.

‘Then, there’s only one way left.’ You thought to yourself, sending a silent apology along Mammon’s way.

“Stay!” As Mammon got flung to the ground, you also ended up shooting for the ground as his arms were around you. You closed your eyes tightly to brace yourself for the impact, comforting yourself with the thought that you could just blame Mammon if you ended up with any injuries.

A yelp escaped you as you grabbed onto his shirt , as one of his hand rises up to latch on the back of your head as he tried to cushion your fall. With a poorly concealed grimace, you sat up rubbing your head with one hand while the other hand found its bearings below you… which was surprisingly soft and pillowy? 

“H-hey… Are ya’ done feeling me up?! I’m ‘bout to suffocate here! Get off!” With your face burning, you quickly stood up, dusting yourself off before you offered a hand out for Mammon to grab.

He looked at the offered hand suspiciously, eyes thinning as he stared at a particular spot on your ring finger… Oh, right. Your pact mark. Right. Darn, you had hoped that none of them noticed so that you wouldn’t need to explain yourself.

“Oh, I learned how to conceal the pact marks. See?” You raised your head, finger pointing to the column of your neck, where it once laid the mark of the Avatar of Sloth. Mammon remained silent for a second, hands furling and unfolding by his side. “Well, I don’t care that ya hid the rest of the pact marks, but you can’t hide mine! No way!”

You looked at him, amused by his spluttering. “...And why’s that?” 

“Why do ya’ even need to ask? You’re my human! You should be wearing my mark…” He grumbled under his breath, voice turning into a mutter towards the end.

“Well, I’m going to keep the pact marks hidden for now so that I get used to it. Also, I feel like I get too much attention when the pact marks are out on display.” You complained, mouth warping into a sulk as you remembered how the lesser demons almost broke their neck while trying to get a glimpse at your pact marks. Your eyebrows furrowed as you crossed your legs to sit down when it seemed that Mammon wasn’t going to get his butt off the floor.

“But-”

“No buts. This is my decision, Mammon.” You shushed him gently, pushing him down to lay on his back as you hovered over him, blocking the lights from the hallway out from his eyes. Once satisfied that he wasn’t going to argue, you laid down beside him as he instinctively spread out his arm to let you lay on it.

“Now shut up and just lay down with me for a minute.”

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Levi

First, he will start with his yucky otaku tantrum. He will just cautiously mention it once while you guys are gaming and then when you give an answer, he will go like, “ofc u don't want the mark of a yucky gross otaku” even though you are indulging in the same interest as him rn… like okay guess we are both yucky otakus tgt! 

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You know the word had gotten out that you had learnt to conceal your pact marks so you were pleasantly surprised that Levi hadn’t actually questioned you about it yet. It could be because of the fact that his pact mark was usually hidden so it’s not as obvious as the other demon brothers or honestly, you knew it was because he was too shy.

Thus, you had decided to wear a comfy pair of shorts today for your gaming session with Levi, the fabric shorter than what you would choose to opt for on a normal day of relaxation. You shrugged as you headed to the kitchen, maybe you were a sadist but you really wanted to see Levi’s reaction.

“Levi, I’m here,” You announced your presence while kicking the door open to his room, carrying snacks that you had gotten earlier. The back of Levi’s tousled head greeted you and you observed that he had already set down your usual blanket in your spot, though he seemed to be currently engrossed in his game.

An evil idea brewed in your head and immediately, you dropped the snacks you were carrying and snuck behind Levi to cover his eyes with your hands, “Guess who?” You leaned closer, nudging his headphones out of the way so you could blow hot air in his ear. 

Levi sprung back with a loud shriek, hands flying up to grab at yours, which you reluctantly set down at his insistence. “Surprise?” You chuckled smugly and knelt down beside him to grab your own pair of headphones lying on the blanket. After wearing them, you sat back down not noticing the lack of silence from Levi as you continued chattering. 

Having been struck speechless from your audacity, Levi was now too distracted by the flash of skin visible from your shorts riding up. He startled, noticing the smooth skin where his mark used to occupy, and felt the familiar glimmer of envy brewing in the pit of his stomach, clawing its way up and making itself home in the heart of his throat. He finally snapped out of his head when you paused in your speech, clearly waiting for an answer from him.

As you entertained yourself while setting up the multiplayer game that Levi had set out, you couldn’t help but notice the furrow in his eyebrows and his clenched fist around his controller. You shifted your weight from side to side, watching as his gaze followed the movement of your shorts.

Bingo.

“Do you like my shorts that much?” Your lips widened into a cheshire-like grin.

Levi almost puked out blood. Beads of sweat started making themselves apparent on his forehead as he scrambled for a defense; having mixed feelings at your accusation of him sounding like a pervert. 

Was it really an wrongful accusation when he liked seeing your skin, just not without his mark on it?

“No, I mean yes! I was just staring because the mark is gone--" Ah… he definitely had just messed up. He just had to go and say it. He just had to go and say what he was thinking in his head. Levi slowly turned his attention, dragging his eyes up from your unblemished skin only to meet a broad smirk plastered on your face. The smile was so big and aggravating that he wanted to take his controller and throw it at your head.

“Why didn’t you continue?” The impish smirk on your face made Levi want to punt you into the next century so that he could peacefully crawl into a hole and die, “I wanted to hear you confess that you couldn’t keep your eyes away from my thigh too, Levi-chan.”

He thinks that he could probably die of embarrassment now. First, he professed that he liked your shorts, and now you probably think that he was some weirdo, wanting to see his mark on you, like some kind of branding cattle.

The sound of your laughter rang in his ears as he covered his face with his arms, dropping his controller to the ground. “Urgh, I hate you.” He said melodramatically, shoulders slumped even as you tried to tug his hands away from his face.

“Aw, baby. Don’t be sad, I won’t conceal the mark during our gaming session ‘kay?” You cooed, tone infuriatingly playful. Successful in your attempt to push his hands down, you peppered the Avatar of Envy with kisses and dragged him over so that you could properly embrace him. 

Levi knew he was still red-faced so he buried his face into the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your waist as you continued coddling him. “Don’t tease me like that again,” He muttered despondently, a frown staying on his face. A small laugh escaped as you replied with a half-hearted affirmation while ruffling his hair.

Honestly, he already knew that you wouldn’t hold up your end of your bargain but how could he possibly be angry when all of your attention is focused on him?

…Huh. Maybe he was a masochist, after all.

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a/n▸ here are my hcs on the placement of the pact marks:Luci - back of neck leading to your spine, because he wants u to THINK.Mammon - around ring finger on ur dominant hand bc u always use that hand to payLevi - around right thigh because his tail always curls there and it just feels special to himalso, im positive theres no mention of pact mark in the OG story so im very curious as to how this idea became so prevalent in the community

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float

Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!Reader 

Prompt: Cockwarming

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, outdoor sex, a little bit of hair pulling, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.4k

A/N: i just realized this one is also poolside hahaha- also lets not talk about the physics of this float

Steve’s never felt more content in his life. He’s floating around his parent’s pool with you on him and him in you. It was your idea, you’d noticed how beautiful it was outside, how perfect the weather was, and woke him up immediately. You were throwing his swimming trunks at him and shouting your plans as you wiggled into your bikini. Steve- still half-asleep- got to watch you change into your bikini, basically posing for him as you tie it behind your head. He was already hard- morning wood- but you were just making it worse. He whined and begged for you to help him, to postpone your plans for tomorrow and take care of him now. 

Unfortunately, he can’t help but give you what you want, so when you gave him your prettiest puppy dog eyes and explained that you didn’t want to risk the weather taking a turn- he reluctantly got out of bed and pulled on his trunks. Your beaming smile made it worth it, as long as he ignored the throbbing. You squealed at him that you would put together a little picnic basket for the day by the pool while he went to brush his teeth, and maybe splash some water on his face to calm himself down. 

He can hear you singing and humming to yourself downstairs- not at all helping his situation. He groans to himself before heading down and watching you twirl around the kitchen, grabbing various snacks and drinks, your coverup trailing behind you almost mystically, making you look like a fairy. He has to dig the heel of his palm into his dick to calm himself down.

You turn and jump at his presence in the doorway. “Steve! Hi! Uh, do you guys have any like- floaties that you can lay down on? You know? Like the human-sized ones?” He’s smiling fondly at you as you try and explain yourself. Pride is filling his chest, it’s silly really- it’s just that he does have a few of those but he can think of one you’ll really love and he can’t wait to see the look on your face. Whenever he does something that shocks you, something that’s so amazing you’d never see it coming, you look at him in this way that makes him sure he’s going to marry you someday.

“I know what you’re talking about, baby.” He smiles at the way your face lights up at being understood. “Oh! Awesome! Do you have any of those?” He nods at you and heads to the garage, listening to your happy humming resume and the fridge open. 

It takes him a bit to find it but almost runs back to you once he does. It’s a big box so he’s holding it behind his back as best he can. He clears his throat and holds back a laugh at the way you jump. “Ready, baby?” He asks and you nod, confused. He slowly brings it around and your face immediately breaks out into a smile. He doesn't know how to describe your face, it’s like someone was able to capture pure sunshine into an expression, like you’ve seen a unicorn or a talking cat. “What?! No way! Steve, why didn’t you tell me you had this!” 

You snatch the box from him and his face is turning pink at your excitement. “I forgot I had it, honestly.” His hand is scratching the back of his neck with a nervous smile. You put the box down and place your hands on your hips, with an accusatory glare. “You just forgot that you have a person-floaty, shaped like a car, with little seats, and a roof?!” He’s laughing at your outrage as you walk toward him slowly, punctuating your points with steps to him. 

Once you’re in front of him all your fake anger melts away to that expression again, making his heart skip a beat. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and slowly pull him in for a soft, chaste but dizzying kiss. You press your lips to his so softly and hold him there for a little bit. When you pull away you have a hazy smile on your face. “Thank you, Stevie.” 

He takes a deep breath as he’s reminded of the throbbing in his pants. “I mean- I didn’t do anything.” Your smile widens then morphs into a smirk as you pull away. “No, I guess you didn’t” You’re already turned around, heading back to your basket when you say it but Steve can already hear the smile on your face. He scoffs and takes the basket for you once you close it, pressing a kiss to the top of your head in the process. 

You set up a few snacks and drinks inside the floaty and Steve holds your hand to help you get in. Your hands are on his shoulders, helping him into the shaking float. “I think I’m too heavy, babe.” He says after almost falling over, again. You try not to giggle and shake your head, too concentrated on keeping the float from tipping over as you pull Steve in. He makes a little jump and is finally in the float, you pull a little too hard and he ends up falling on you, your neck strength being the only thing keeping your head from dipping into the water. You’re both giggling in each other's faces before Steve leans in to kiss you, swallowing your last few giggles before kissing him back.

There are different ways you kiss him, when you’re sad, when you’re tired, when you’re drunk or high, needy, happy, or excited. The way you’re kissing him now is his favorite though, it’s like you’re pouring your love into him, like he can feel it radiating off of you. He loves that you love him, that you’re eager and open to all the love he has to give you. He pulls away from you and takes a slow breath as he’s reminded of the painful throbbing. You giggle and press one last kiss to his lips before pushing at his chest softly, and he lifts off of you. You scoot to the back and push the last piece of the float off the pavement, sending you guys off into the pool. 

You turn around with a smile. “Isn’t this nice?!” Nothing has really happened yet but you’re so happy about it, so excited for his feedback. “It’s incredible, baby. So peaceful.” You smile wider and look down shyly before making your way over to him. You know he’s being nicer than necessary to indulge you, but the fact that he cares enough to even do that makes your heart flutter. He settles himself against the backrest of the float, testing its strength and a surprised smile makes its way to his face when he finds it can actually hold his weight. He puts his sunglasses on and rests back. He hears you rummaging around next to him, he assumes you’re getting a snack or something but instead, you’re climbing over him. Your crotch places itself over the bulge he had just managed to start ignoring. 

His stomach tenses and his hands shoot to your hips, lifting them slightly to help him cope. You’re wearing an evil smile as you lean forward, resting yourself on his chest with your hips still lifted in the air, and your hands undo his trunks. His breath is speeding up, already working to a pant as you pull his shorts down a bit, the most you can without him lifting his hips. His hands are still gripping yours, flexing and tensing rhythmically as he tries to calm down. “What-”

He already sounds breathless and he can’t even finish his question. He doesn’t know what he’s asking, he doesn't want to question anything and you stop. You look up at him with an amused smile as you pull him out, pull your bikini to the side, and sink down on him with a moan. His head falls back and you rest your head on his chest, letting him know what was going to be happening here. 

After Steve took your virginity, you quickly discovered you just like having him in you, just the thought of your boyfriend being inside you, so you began cockwarming him at every opportunity. To be fair, he did tell you that you had free-range over his body to get you more comfortable with exploring him and things with him. So if you ever noticed his lap was empty, or he didn't need to lean over it to do something, you’d pounce. You’d just stay in his lap for hours at a time, letting him leak and throb inside you. Steve has no problem with it, he thinks it’s perfect in every aspect. He loves the romance, the intimacy of it, and how desperate it gets you, how you get into that pliant, reliant mindset. The only reason he’s panicking about you cockwarming him right now is because he’s been needing you since he woke up and he can already feel you drifting to sleep. 

You’re a sleepy girl, it’s adorable until situations like this, Steve has no clue how long you’ll be sleeping for and he’d never wake you up. He can already feel your pussy drooling on him, sliding down his balls, forcing a shiver up his spine. He tries to relax his muscles, to calm down but you’re shifting around a bit, tightening around him with every movement. He looks up at the roof of the ‘car’ and prays you wake up soon. 

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You blink awake to a high-pitched noise, over and over. You’re still groggy, eyes squinting at the bright outdoors. You lift your head from Steve’s chest, your cheek sticking to him for a moment before you try to sit up, only to be met with a shouting moan and a hand gripping your hips so hard you’re scared they’ll break. Your eyes finally clear along with your head and you remember the situation you're in, the way you’re stretched around Steve, covering him in your slick for… hours? You can’t tell how long it’s been but Steve’s entire body is red with blush, his hands are shaking on your hips and he’s keeping his eyes clenched shut. A little whimper is pushing from his throat with every huff of air that falls from his lips. You can see his stomach tensing as it pushes the air from him, his adam’s apple is bobbing as he swallows his moans. 

You lean down slowly, watching his face contort at the way your walls slide around him. You keep your face right in front of his, testing to see if he’ll open his eyes but he doesn’t, in fact, he shuts them tighter. You giggle at him softly and press your lips into his, a little smile breaking through when he instantly kisses you back with a moan, his hand leaving your hip to cup the side of your face. He’s pulling you closer to him, bringing his other hand up to press against the back of your head, keeping you pressing against his lips as his hips begin to thrust into you on their own. He lets out a shocked moan at his own movements and you pull away gently, shaking your head at his still-shut eyes. 

“Are you okay, baby?” You ask him in the sweetest tone you can conjure and watch his eyebrows twitch and his hands fly to your hips again, gripping them as though you were the one moving his dick inside you. You kiss the apple of his cheek lightly and pull your hips forward, slowly grinding on him. His cock slides deeper into you as your clit rubs against his curls, a gasp falling from both of your lips into the mouth of the other. 

His hands slide from your hips, up your back, gripping your shoulders to fuck himself deeper, kissing your cervix with the tip of his cock. You whine into his hair, gripping it as hard as you can to ground yourself. Steve lets out an aching groan into your shoulder as you lift yourself up to let him fuck into you as much as he wants. His hips instantly start snapping into yours, you’re both moaning much louder than you should be, considering you’re out in the open but you just can’t. You’re fueled by his desperation, by his volume, and the way he sounds.

His name becomes the only sound that can fall from your lips, repeating it into his hair every time his dick moves inside you. His moans grow more insistent, more breathy and he pulls his head from your shoulder, finally looking at you. You immediately tilt his head up and kiss him with all you have, pouring every emotion you have into it- into him. He whines your name into your lips as his eyes roll back and you pull away, admiring the view. “Gonna cum-” His words sound choked up and strained, his lips trembling as he speaks. His hand unwraps from your shoulder and presses your forehead to his, moaning against you and surrounding himself in your sounds. 

“I’m gonna cum, baby- love. I need- cum around me, sweetheart, cum on me please.” His moans, his pleas for you, push you over the edge. Your hands pull his hair tightly, before stroking over his scalp and pull his head to your chest as you convulse over him. Your pussy is like a vice around him, he feels like you might crush his dick inside you, and his hips stutter into yours. “Can I cum inside? Can- fuck, please. Inside? Can I?” You nod aggressively against him and he floods your inside immediately. 

He swears he sees heaven, his eyes roll back into his skull, thighs tense and his toes curl as his voice is stolen from him. His mouth is making the shapes of your name over and over but nothing comes out. His head slowly falls back and one- two ropes pump into you before he crashes. All his moans fly out of him, his chest delating as his debauched sounds release into the air, letting more ropes of his cum fly into you, mixing with your juices and filling you to the brim. You whine his name deliriously, telling him how good he feels, how nice you feel. “Such a good boyfriend, Steve.” You pulse around him with a shiver. “I love you s’much.” Your eyes close and you rest your head on his shoulder. He places his head on top of yours, kissing it and mumbling one more thing before drifting off with you. “I love you more, baby.” 

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I’ve Loved You From the Start

Chiori x oni fem reader

Cw: nudity, Fem reader, reader is big bodied. Pinning, fluff with some suggestive themes

“You don’t like it?” You said surprised. The kimono your friend had seemingly slaved over was truly magnificent to you. The beautiful patterns matched well with your horns. It covered every inch of skin yet allowed you full mobility. It was a boost of confidence to you, for your size was rarely provided in stores. Your weight was healthy for your kind, but humans still regarded you as obese even if the weight was mostly muscles. You were actually considered “underweight” by your oni parents who worried you were too skinny whenever you would visit. Truth be told you had to lose weight if you didn’t want to go out practically nude like Itto did.

“It conceals too much to me… most women don’t even conceal their ankles anymore much less everything below the neck.” She eyed you with a stern expression you couldn’t crack. But knowing her you figured she was up to something. Chiori hardly ever hates her creations. Old ones she views as learning experiences. You didn’t give her much creative freedom so that might be the reason.

“We-well I have to. Anything more revealing and I’d get those comments again.” You sighed.

“Oh please those folk are simply jealous. Your body is far more beautiful than any of those old crones were in their prime and they know it.” She said as she circled you like a shark. She lifted your hands and examined every inch until she just eyed your chest. Which protruded so.

“Well they weren’t all old people but I just can’t find anything my size there at all. I needed something like this but the price to have something customized is more than for other… normal bodies…”

“Nonsense. I won’t charge you a dime. If anything this is good for business. It shows I’m capable of branching out from the societal expectation. That my clothes aren’t simply for one body type but all who come in. And besides, you are far more eyecatching than any other model.” She spoke casually. You tensed a little but relaxed, a blush settled on your cheeks.

“You’re sure you don’t need anything? I could do a favor if you won’t accept my mora. I just can’t take this from you without giving something back.” You said politely. She paused, finally looking in your eyes.

“Are you busy today? I know you’re here on a trip but… I’d like to use you as inspiration for more possible projects.” She walked over to the curtains to draw them, placing s closed sign in the window and making sure not a single ray of sun would leak through.

“No actually. I was just going to go sightseeing in Fontaine. I hardly ever get to leave Inazuma so I made sure to have plenty of time before I return.” You eyed her suspiciously. She brought the paper screens to enclose the space, so even if someone walked in they wouldn’t see you two.

“Undress then.”

“E-excuse me?!”

“I’d like to see your body as bare as possible. I’m going to do some sketches for possible outfits.” She pulled out her sketchbook as she gathered some other utensils to draw with. You gulped. “You offered to pay me with a favor so this is the favor I ask of you. But if you’re uncomfortable I could find another way.”

“Uh… can I at least keep my panties on.” You asked. She sighed.

“If you must.”

Even though Chiori had been a good friend of yours in Inazuma, and had also brought you to the hot springs before, and had routinely seen you in your underwear, it was rather odd to stand posing while she scribbled. You felt incredibly nervous.

“Excellent. Turn around for me.” She instructed. You did so. “So obedient.” She whispered. You wondered if you misheard that. But either way you trusted Chiori. You knew she meant no harm, she wouldn’t do anything against your wishes.

“Um… might I ask what you’ll do with the sketches?” You asked.

“Make the one I find suits you most. I’ll admit its a shame you don’t prefer more feminine clothes.”

“Well I do its just I hardly get to wear them.” You explained. She seemed to light up at that clarification.

“Perfect, because that’s all i have been designing. Now if you’ll allow me I’d like to get a closer look.” She said.

“That’s fine with me.” Your approval seemed to evoke something as she circled you once more. You felt as though she’d bite or do something at any second. It felt invigorating. You had never felt sexy or desirable until you met Chiori. She treated you like you were the epitome of beauty itself. You did however deeply miss her In Inazuma. You felt safe walking with her down the streets. She had on many occasions left your hasslers speechless and sobbing on some occasions. She was known for her brutal honesty, even when faced with nobility. Its why you knew for certain she was honest in her intentions. And you knew that you would receive many outfits in the mail once you got home.

“Chiori… you’ve always been honest with your…um… sexual interest in me but I never knew exactly why?” You croaked as you struggled to maintain a facade of strength and endurance.

“Do you not realize that you’re almost what every lesbian would crave? A big beautiful wife, with a plumb chest and behind, thighs thick enough to crush, tall, strong, and oh so polite. You’re everything a femme could want. If only you would leave Inazuma. You know, a fellow fashion designer caught sight of my sketches of you from back then and she wanted to know if you would be her model.” Her voice never wavered in any sort of embarrassment. You however felt a shrill run up your spine.

“O-oh.. i didn’t realize you like women too.”

“How?!” She seemed baffled at that response. “Oh please no man could ever compare to even the most basic of women. The curves, the plumps, the lips-“

“No i just didn’t want to assume anything. I figured you might have been but i thought it was wrong to make assumptions.” You quickly clarified.

“Good. I’ve made my interest in you far too obvious. It truly is a shame you didn’t want to come to Fontaine with me then.” She sighed. “People here seem to like you. They don’t have the biases of those retirement aged folk in inazuma. They see you as a stranger but also a kind one. I heard you helped a beached boat the other day, those sailors boasted about how you did the work of five men in one push. I’ve even noticed how the former hydro archon eyes you when we passed her the other day.” You truly were baffled.

“I-i was too worried then that.. i’d slow you down. Please say you’re not playing up my reputation here. I do love fontaine but If I leave Inazuma I want to be certain its the right choice of place.” You looked her in the eye as she still eyed your chest. Her hand reaching up to gently play with it. She looked at you as you turned red.

“I assure you my intentions aren’t just to keep you here with me. I have missed you greatly while here. The letters I sent don’t convey that enough to me. But I swear on a oathe that you could sue me for, the majority of fontainians I have heard from have nothing but admiration or curiosity to you. And if they had anything else I wouldn’t hesitate to correct them.” You kneeled so her hand could reach your face and brush the hair behind your ear. Her face was closer to you now as you looked at her. “I swear on the very life of every citizen in every nation, I would protect and provide for you if you just moved here.”

Your faced turned red, a expression of embarrassment and flattery. “I didn’t realize your feelings were that deep.. I just thought you found me attractive.” You gulped. You had been a expert with pushing feelings down, you loved Chiori but you never wanted to weigh her down. You worried your heritage would ruin her reputation or chances in life. You loved her so much that you had been slightly envious of that special patrol lady who had seemed so close to her. But you kept it to yourself.

“I have long viewed you for more than your tits, the reason I look at them so much is simply because of our height difference. But your body is not the reason I know those stereotypes are wrong, that every liar who says you are something else is wrong. I have witnessed your facade crack to reveal someone who is strong in every sense. You may lift a log but you do so for the child who’s stuffed animal was underneath it. You stopped your own and first vacation to help a beached boat and regularly step in to safe those in trouble. Your scars aren’t from battle but from good deeds. Your heart is more golden and radiant than any ring or necklace. If you were a stone, you would be the most precious and sought after. I have loved you all this time and I am not ashamed of it in any regard.” She said bluntly. Instinctively you pulled her in for a kiss. She didn’t resist one bit but instead moved her hands to your waist that instant. A wave of relief and excitement rushed over you int that instant.

Afterawhile she pulled away. “Now let me show you the extent of my love to you, so you can understand just how beautiful you truly are to me.” Her eyes shone with a desire no longer hidden. You nodded as you laid on your back, your legs spreading slightly.

[arkaix]

Hello again, Arkaix! 👋 I was just wondering to ask - and I hope it’s not too much of a bother - if you by chance had any tips on drawing hands? Hope this sentiment doesn’t come off as odd or anything, but I have been personally using artworks like yours as references/inspiration more often when it comes to hand stylization as I draw more and find a better flow in improvement. I typically study yours because I really like the way you (seemingly from what I’ve observed) are able to keep things very well-flowing with each other but also relatively simple but still convincing in a cool shaped and cartoony way, everything usually seems to fit into each other near-perfectly due to the simplicity and flow of the direction of the fingers and hand posture

(Hoping these little scribble-annotation-things make better sense at what I’m getting at, heheheh)

I was just wondering if you had any tips on how to practice hand stylization such as this? Like especially the way they look so different from: different angles but typically make sense and flow well. With my personal art/art style I’ve been trying to get at the more “expressiveness and shape language work wonders” approach at things as I always admire those types of cartoons, and your drawings always seem to be very expressive in the way they’re posed. Apologies if this ask feels like a lot or a big ask or something like that, just curious if you had any personal insight on this type of stuff.

Thank you for reading my little cartoon-and-animation-nerd ramble/study/ask lmao, hope whatever your time of day is is going well/goes well in the near future!! 🫰

Aaaaa sorry I saw your ask only now w(ﾟДﾟ)w Ok first of all, I'm honored that someone got inspired by my drawings, akkdjrjdkehdjejw *giggling* but if you really want to learn how to synthesize the beauty of hand gestures I've got two words for you:

Milt Kahl. That man is a legend and a big inspiration for me. Whenever I feel lost I go back to study how he stylizes hands in the films he worked on. Just look up: "Milt Kahl hands" on google and you'll find his works (here's an example⬇️)

I'm still learning, but I usually try to remember these things in particular when drawing hands:

I encage the fingers in an outline to see if I like the general shape

I follow arcs

sometimes I group the 3, 4 and 5th fingers together and let the index finger take the lead

I try to take a photo of my own hands in the required position to study it

Hope this sketch helps ⬆️ Also ✨✨here's a video that explains really in depth how to study hands ✨✨ You're already doing a good job by focusing on Shape and Flow like you said. I hope this can help (o゜▽゜)o☆

[iheartgirlzn]

HOW COULD CUPID BE SO CRUEL?

pairing: piper mclean x fem!reader

tags: angst, wlw situationship, mentions of internalised homophobia, lesbian!reader, jason x piper mentioned, implied big three!reader (she’s a child of zeus, poseidon, or hades)

warning(s): internalised homophobia (reader), wlw angst

🐚 notes: i just wanna say that there is nothing wrong with being queer/apart of the LGBTQ+ community, and that you are valid no matter how you identify. i love u all so so much, anyways sorry for being sappy i just wanted to make that clear !! (also, ik most of the gods are a lil fruity, so reader is self-conscious of her sexuality because of how she was raised, or something like that 🤞)

piper is straight. that’s a fact, and you know that. she also has a boyfriend - a picture perfect man that every normal girl would want. except for you. because you’re not normal. because you have a crush on piper mclean. a BIG one.

honestly, you know you could treat her better than any boyfriend of her’s ever could. she’s perfect for you, and you’re perfect for her. your personalities blend well, you have loads in common, you’re practically made for each other!

it was as if the gods made one of you with the other in mind, so why, why doesn’t she love you?

apart from the obvious fact you’re a girl… well, never mind, that could pose as a good enough reason.

maybe the gods made you two as a sick joke. to joke fun at your ‘all mighty father’ for having a lesbian daughter. it was shameful.

—

today was probably the worst of your life.

you and piper were hanging out, and usually whenever that happened, you imagined that the two of you were on a date or something - tonight was no different.

you, hazel, annabeth, and piper were all having a sleepover. a ‘girls night’ if you will.

hazel and annabeth were on the floor talking about famous art and architecture from ancient greece, or something like that - something you and piper had little interest in.

you sat side by side, listening to the girls talk, when you ended up zoning out, their voices like white noise. though, you zoned back in immediately after piper touched your hand, her pinkie finger subtly interlacing with your own.

you looked up at her, a strained smile on your face as you fought down a blush. she was looking at your hands.

“i wish you were a boy.” she whispered, hardly loud enough for you to hear, her words probably only meant for her own ears.

in that moment, you heart seemed to break into a million pieces. you felt as if eros himself had ripped the beating muscle out of your chest and crushed it. it took everything in you not to burst out into tears right then and there.

“i know.” you mumbled in reply, voice shaky. “excuse me.”

standing up, you quickly left the room, leaving the two girls on the floor with confused expressions on their faces and piper with a guilt ridden one.

quickly finding the nearest bathroom, you started to bawl, knees drawn up to your chest.

‘gods, you are a cruel man eros.’

[shirecorn]

What’s your favourite mlp species? Have you got any thoughts on kirins/niriks?

Request ponies, species, etc I havent done here

I am both a creature and character designer, so I have a lot of thoughts about MLP world!

Paradoxically, the non-pony species interest me less than the actual ponies, because they are all really solid and well done designs. There's not a lot I would reinterpret tbh, and drawing them would just be taking what they have and making them realistic.

The non-pony creatures tend to be more detailed because they are generally cameos and don't need to be animated doing nearly as much as ponies do.

Compilations by AndoAnimalia on deviantart

The kirins are really lovely designs! I love the ankle tufts, and how the stripes on the horns glow when using magic. Really nice creature design here.

The Nirik part was a little boring, and the plot/conflict was not sophisticated enough for my tastes. But it is a show for young children, not biology majors. Lots of room for worldbuilding and headcannoning lore to flesh it out, but I prefer something I can completely rewrite. The kirin lore was fine and I'm fine leaving it as-is.

Another good one is breezies.

I love them they look so stupid. Their wings are over the top but perfectly designed to sell the "piece of lint in the wind" delicateness they have.

as for my favorite creature?

Bug momma

I really love changelings and love how edgy they are.

The reformed changelings are decent but I would have designed them differently. I may take a crack at them later on if I feel the need. I feel like they should either be pony-adjacent (with manes at the very least) or further removed from ponies. this middle ground is kind of like having a bug monster alien that just happens to be bipedal, with humanoid shoulders, arms, and hands for no evolutionary reason (the reason is practical effects and putting a dude in a costume but shhh)

all this is about creatures though, and its very important to talk about character design whenever we discuss creatures. A character's personality should be the quickest read about them, rather than their biology. If something is too complex, the personality gets lost because you have to spend your details adding ankle tufts and articulated fingers.

The mane six, and basically all other ponies, use the same base puppet, and each unique part needs its own turnaround. Every prop and hairdo and eye shape needs to be understood from every possible angle because these are main characters and they need to be be able to turn, spin, and do karate without the animators having to make up the back of applejack's hat every time she faces away from the camera.

Having the same body means animators know how to draw both rarity and rainbow dash from a back 3/4 view with one hoof raised. So from a technical standpoint, simple is best.

Even in big budget productions, where every character has a different body with different close and face shapes, main characters are simplified so that the audience can quickly read pose and expression without getting lost in complex clothing designs or face makeup. Reading poses and expressions quickly is very important to understand and empathize with the character before they've moved to the next pose. You need to understand the emotion the character is feeling and the action they are doing in a split second.

you start to get more complicated and an entity becomes less of a character and more of scenery because it has so much detail its harder to read the emotions from one frame to the next.

There's a reason he doesn't wear his funny hat for the duration of the movie! It's much easier to read his emotions without it. Adding lots of detail and weird props is something designers do a lot when introducing a character if they want to make that character feel mysterious or "other" because its harder to relate when your brain is stuck on the details. also masks just do that by nature of being masks.

where was I going with this

My little pony g4 has great creature and character design.

If it were high budget, major studio with All The Money, there might be more variety in character proportions, and more distinction between the different pony species. But its a puppet animated show that was always meant to make marketable designs to be turned into toys. We just get lucky when there's a good story to tell along the way

[starletdust]

fashion designer argenti x gn! reader [headcanons]

no one asked for this and no one knows who i am . i am okay with simply being an aspiring writing novice you will pass by

i love fashion (however i don’t actually know much about it) and i love argenti, i hope i do him justice (please call me out for mischaracterization …) ; cringe alert

𝜗𝜚 — would adore vintage designs. he totally has old magazines and cutouts and takes inspo from those sewing guides (yk the ones that are great for pose references??? does anyone know what i mean) , i think he’d love mixing and matching different textures and whatnot (this is not me expressing my hatred for that fugly modern stuff that’s impossible to function in with all the weird ass shapes)

𝜗𝜚 — your free tailor !!! not only does he design, but he creates, and that means he could totally help cinch that shirt that looks great but is just a bit too big on you. perhaps he’d even add a few of his own touches, with unique buttons and a ruffle here or there!

𝜗𝜚 — would always end up drawing you as his model in his sketches ; none of those faceless baldies, just you, you, you. you’re beautiful and he makes sure you know that whenever he shows his latest design.

𝜗𝜚 — i think he’d dabble a little bit in either hair or makeup as well ; and again, you’re his model (even if he can’t do much with ur hair 4 any short haired homies)

🌹🌟 — sorry it’s so short, mayhaps i’ll add more later, i just wanted to post something :3 have a good day / noon / night !!!

[saucyjothoughts]

Dearest Saucy, what do you imagine would their nudes look like ,like how would they prop themselves up ,how much time they'd invest into them and stuff like that

I will forever be great and thankful for your naughty stories

This is a juicy one! Let's dive in.

(nsfw under the cut)

Kris: struggles to get nudes that he's happy with on his own. Has the occasional camsex and will exchange photos but what he really needs is for someone else to take them for him. Kris only likes to be on one side of the camera and will perform especially well if the person behind the lens is nice to look at.

If I was an artist, the example would be: Kris reclining on silk sheets, dressed in an open oversized shirt that only just covers his dignity (though with the dramatic lighting you can still make out the edge of it). He has a wistful expression with just the very beginning of a smile, staring with big doe-eyes at the person behind the camera.

Jure: looks like the kind of guy to take dickpics from awful angles in terrible lighting (perhaps with a remote control or beer can for scale) but is actually very into the artistry of a decent shot, taking inspiration from some of his favourite models and using props to enhance his assets. Won't send anything unsolicited but is prolific once he knows the recipient is eager.

If I was an artist, the example would be: he's outdoors, sheltering from rain under a rocky overhang. He's shirtless and wet and wearing baggy jeans which are low and unzipped. One hand holds the camera at a slightly raised angle, the other is holding his erection through his boxers. He can't decide if he prefers the one with the sultry expression or with the playful grin.

Jan: regularly takes erotic pictures and videos of himself (and his partners). Knows his best angles and where to set up his phone for timer shots. Uses his red room light to get the atmosphere right and took some tips from Jure on how to tastefully use sheets/clothing for a suggestive pose. Will send a photo he likes to multiple to people at the same time when he's feeling naughty.

If I was an artist, the example would be: he's wearing his fishnet vest which throws interesting shadows over his skin in the bold red lighting. He's on his bed, the sheets messy. He used a timer to get his full body in shot and one arm is up above his head while the other is pulling his boxers down so we can just see the top of the shaft of his hard cock. His mouth is open and his eyes are closed in a pleasurable expression half-covered by his messed-up hair.

Nace: struggled with this for a long time. Dick pics aren't really a problem - nothing to be ashamed of there and if he can sneak some ink into the shot then all the better - but he always avoids getting any thigh or tummy in the picture. Takes a lot of shots to finally get something he's happy with. Never sends anything unsolicited, only ever shares with his most trusted lovers with express prior consent.

If I was an artist, the example would be: he's fully clothed and sat on the edge of his couch. His pants are open and his cock is in his hand and appears wet in the low light. He's leaning forward towards the camera which is held in his outstretched (tattooed) arm and has his head angled down to look up at the camera in an aggressive expression.

Bojan: isn't shy of his body and will take pictures to share whenever he suspects someone might want them. Sometimes he's wrong, but he hasn't yet learned to be careful. Doesn't put a lot of effort in but is photogenic enough that they're always nice. Isn't subtle - sharing nudes with Bojan regularly means a full penis or asshole jumpscare from the first photo.

If I was an artist, the example would be: he's lying on his front on a hotel bed in bright daylight on pristine white sheets. He's fully nude, knees bent to kick his feet up behind him and he's grinning a childish grin to the camera with his face resting on one hand, generally looking soft and clean. From the angle, you can see his pecs pushed together and the arch of his lower back/curve of his bare ass. It might be immediately followed by a similarly playful picture taken as he rolls on his back.

[chand-ki-priyatama]

Ek khat ek captain dost ke naam

@paapi I friend you for life

Your name "MAYUR" typically matches your personality , the elegant, regal and disciplined vibes you give off damn....

I'll nickname you "WILLOW" the reason well...

And your communication skills , accent , vocabulary , please don't mind but I wanna steal all that bw I already told you this have'nt I ???

Although I can express all this on a call or text too but , I am a writer (Aisa mujhe lagta hai) and writers don't speak or write they bleed ink on paper , so these are my feelings for you in the form of a letter....

So ye khat aapke naam from your friend Kaya ek kaviyitri aur lekhika....

You are the only one who actually understood my persona rather than trying to change it....

Someone who feels like a mentor

Someone who is a therapist to me (I am sorry but I had to write this)

Dear Peacock Mayur,

I hope this letter finds you in good health , I never nicknamed you again cause the one I gave you didn't approve it , but you attribute alot to a willow , The willow tree symbolizes flexibility . A big part of your purpose in this world is to learn, grow, and evolve through challenging times of adversity. The willow tree is capable of bending in outrageous poses without snapping..... And that's you these are the attributes of your personality....

I still vividly remember how we first interacted on the server , when you were praising me in the rp server and then me as usual talking about shivji and you saying about mahakaleshwar and yeah ofc the chaar dhaam yatra.... You know you can sponsor my chaar dhaam I won't mind

And then making a Spotify blend with you just to get a 99 percent match like damn I never get this high match with anyone still it would have been 100 percent if not for Kpop cause I don't listen to that music....

And then having a VC with you and the first thought I had after listening your voice , how can someone have such a beautiful voice truly euphonious and your accent let's not go there otherwise this letter would end in me fan-girling....

I just love to interact with you like how can someone be so mature and understanding....

And kindly drop the secrets cause I am in dire need of being mature.....

"You are someone who's existence will always be dear to me"

Our friendship was something which I didn't even expect and it was something I could never even think of but yeah the most beautiful friendships are unexpected.....

We are always together in everything although not physically but whenever you see the stars and moon remember that they bind me together with everyone and whenever you feel alone just look at them somewhere I am doing that too...

They bind me to you

You are one of the most supportive person out there , I mean whenever I talk to you it doesn't feel as if I only know you for days....

You feel like koi fariyad song soft melody after tiring rock music....

How can someone be so perfect in every sense I mean how....

I won't associate you with a fictional character , cause you are a like a man written by a woman, perfect in every sense...

These are your vibes according to me :-

I still have alot to know about you.... yeah I know I speak so much that you don't get the turn to speak....

You know how I am talkative af , clingy , moody , irritating and to an extent thodi si nakchadi hu but that's how I am , I know I irritate you alot but that's how I am and that's why people leave me , so sorry for all the times when I irritated you....

And yeah I will throw a kdrama at you although I don't watch any except one which I only know so I'll throw king the land at you cause that's the only I have watched and I dare you to do what you said I'll not spare you.....

Now imagine we met and you know my obsession with Polaroids so think these pics as them...

I know deep down somedays you might also feel as if you are alone as if things are not going the way you want them to , somedays you might also feel pretty exhausted but just remember that its life ups and downs are bound to come , you'll always be a part of my prayers....

If you were a colour I'd say you as sage green cause people with sage green personalities Often are found to be perfectionists, with the great admiration for details. That is why they tend to be good researchers. Winning arguments comes easy to them and their strong-willed character makes them unwilling to accept the authority..... And yeah according to me you have all these traits....

अजीब दास्ताँ है ये कहाँ शु��ू कहाँ ख़तम

I associate these lyrics to our friendship cause as I said unexpected in a way which I didn't imagine....

You are one of the most sweetest , kindest and beautiful being I ever met....

Last few days were tough for me so thank you for always being there for me and supporting me throughout....

I lost my faith in friendship way too early but thanks to you and few others that you revived it....

I don't know after writing this too I feel I am short of words , you have been there for me , for you friendships like this might not matter that much but for me it's something I'll cherish forever cause these aren't little things when I'll look back they'll be very beautiful memories....

Now imagine me playing a guitar and singing this song to you...

"Will you take a moment?

Promise me this

That you'll stand by me forever

But if, God forbid, fate should step in

And force us into a Goodbye

If you have children someday

When they point to the pictures

Please tell them my name

Long live the walls we crashed through

I had the time of my life with you"

I'll dedicate these lyrics to you.....

Just so you know I love you to the moon and back and will always appreciate and cherish your existence and our friendship.....

I'll dedicate these songs to you and it's voice notes well I'll send them to you....

Now I think I have spoken enough

So signing off Willow aka peaco Mayur

With love always

Kaya 💗

[danydarkly]

Hi! I just wanted to say, thank you so much for making the Red & Wolf comic. I just found it by accident and read through the whole thing in one night, I am seriously loving it so far. I'm autistic and I've always had a strong interest in wolves, specifically Little Red Riding Hood versions of wolves, and always wanted to read a story about the wolf having a sort of redemption or it being more than just "big bad wolf is evil and wants to eat the girl". There's hardly any content for me to dive into in regards of even just the fairytale itself, most stories are very gruesome, the short films online are incredibly dark and uncomfortable since those are the adaptations of the original grimm telling, or all of the red riding hood movies are horror films instead of fairytale adaptations. Or some sort of like... idk love triangle thing where it's all modernized or something for televesion where Red is wearing jeans and the Wolf isn't even a real wolf? But yours... this is like finding gold. I was hooked immediately and I couldn't stop reading.

Your story of Scarlett and Leikos... it's just so gorgeous, your art work has such clean lines and the way you draw eyes and hands especially is so beautiful. The design for Leikos' hair is my favorite!! And the panel you made where Scarlett is lying down on the grass/tree stump and she's blushing while Leikos is talking with her, oh my gosh, that's my favorite panel out of every chapter so far. Just... the vulnerability of these two growing closer, like... augh clutching my heart when Leikos is like "no don't cross the path you're gonna get hurt :(" and she's like "but I want to dance with you :)" like!!! she trusts him and he refuses to hurt her even when instincts kick in!! HIS BACKSTORY? BRO? I'M IN SHAMBLES?? Ugh your art is so GOOD and this STORY is so GOOD and I am just so thankful to be able to dive into a Wolf/Red story that has action, romance, suspense, all the good stuff. It's so perfect.

Thank you for working so so hard to make this comic. I'm an artist as well and I could never have the patience to upload one comic page, let alone several. Laying out panels is difficult and time consuming and not to mention you're shading and coloring the entire thing. Your poses are always fluid, never stiff, you have good perspective and composition, most ppl who make comics can easily just draw one single pose and one facial expression for 20 panels, but you've always had the expressions and body language shift and change and the camera view as well... and you gotta draw all those damn trees omfg. The flower meadow in the first chapter must have taken forever to draw too! Your hard work really shows in your art and I am so happy to have stumbled upon your comic. If you make any more merch for Red & Wolf on your Etsy, whether it's prints or charms or stickers or really anything, I would be more than willing to throw some money your way. Or if you open commissions as well someday, ahh, I love your stuff so much I would totally pay you to doodle Leikos hehe. Please have a wonderful day and take care! <3

AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa

What a lovely message! Thank you so much, Anon! I really needed to read this today <3 I'm truly at a loss for words, like you basically complimented me on everything I'm mad-insecure about?? It's really nice, like maybe I really am too hard on myself?? Whenever I look back on my old panels (which I've been doing a lot lately since reformatting Red & Wolf for print), I always feel like I put way too much effort and kind of only see what I did wrong, but if you and others recognize the effort and like what I did - then maybe it wasn't a waste of time after all. That makes me feel way better about it, thank you :' ) Also, your favorite panel is one of my favorite panels too, where I felt "dang, I kind of nailed it here" - which is SUPER rare for me, haha. I should read this lovely message whenever the impostor syndrome kicks in, it really lifted my spirits <3

[infin-8-morphosis]

So hmmm, 3 weeks of relative freedom and lets see, what did I do with it.

Probably most importantly I now have a standing desk (It's great. Now I can walk away every 5 minutes and not have to sit back down n remember what I was doing before I get distracted again) and most most importantly I have a functioning tablet that does not make my eyes bleed and brain cry from the colour inaccuracy. I hadn't seen purple in so long. You have no idea how much this speeds things up. In theory.. I'm still slow. It's just how I function, and that's okay.

Well I'm redoing the map again, to no-ones surprise.

Decided on it being a tidally-locked moon, with pretty extreme temperatures either side but a moderate middle. Its orbit is skewed so the moon has earth-like seasons, but less extreme. It has a lot of land, and 2 separated oceans, plus lots of craters, the ecological impacts (pun unintended but appreciated) of so many massive collisions it looks cool okay.

For reference the edges of the map, and the centre line horizontally, are the equator...s. If you cut it in half along the central horizontal line, the centres of the resulting squares would be the poles.

Bit outdated but, like this. That lower right corner is actually like 50% of the globe, probably too big but... it's okay, it's mostly frozen wasteland on account of being near perpetually dark.

Only the top of the main continent is done but I'm feeling good about it. Also bought a plugin to make it interactible so eventually it'll have many layers including the heights, climate, biomes, political stuff, roads, towns, etc. Don't you miss when old web games had interactible maps. Like Neopets. I am now living beyond my wildest dreams making them. Awesome.

Perhaps the biggest thing is this. Sort of... I decided to make a big worldbuilding decision, one I really have wanted to make for a long time but never knew how to go about it in a way that was better than just 'theyre aliens but happen to look like humans' (booo)

so the Valkyries are now 100% home-grown aliens, or I guess more accurately natives, since they used to be aliens to this planet.

This has some fun opportunities to explore non-magical possibly also sapient offshoots and relatives, better flow to the biology aspect now they don't feel so separate to the rest of the world.

Importantly they maintain a pleasantly human-like look and I guess function, while being visually and functionally different. They breathe through their necks (Realising Avatar already did this but they didnt give their humanoid the cool necks so boohoo i beat you to it. Also I forgot about the neck thing in that so I guess we're both cool. Theyre derived gills.) Also their neck is. on the back of their head. Its really cool. Their eyes are really that huge, but are oval shaped and dont actually rotate... only the layer of skin over it does, which contracts to from a pupil of differing sizes. So they have 3 eyelids, 1 skin, 1 membrane, 1 sphincter thing. Lovely.

You've maybe guessed already (Well probably not I hardly post them) But uhhh. This has a lot of implications for my characters, and more direly the uhhhh. giant comic I'm halfway through making.

Honestly I've kind of given up on 'finishing' it. I dunno, I feel content to move on with the story and just work on it whenever I want to do a bit more with it. It was always intended to be my 'practice' for the 'real' comic, which I feel fully capable of. Doesn't mean I'll do it tho.

And you can maybe also guess why I'm modelling them therefore. Uhhhh.... 3d comic anyone? maybe? probably not but ooooh. the ease of doing complicated poses, you have any idea how much of a wall a wierd pose is. using the 3d model as the background. I dunno, I've never seen it done before, I'd like to be the first at something, even if it doesn't work. I feel a lot more secure in my work than I used to be., to be free to fail.

If I can get the model to be as expressive as my 2d art (Which. Wuargh. Hard task.) and set it up so I don't need to unsymmetrise it (daunting but doable I hope with a few tricks) then there's nothing to stop me. Oh also clothes I guess and people touching and What To Do with Water and How To Rig Hair but like. I love 3d. And it'd be so much less destructive than 2d. I redo so many panels over and over from scratch because the pain of adjusting dozens of layers is greater than just redrawing. Imagine destroying that problem by being able to redo whatever I like and rerender it. Honestly the comfort something is changeable would maybe stop me from endlessly changing things.

So this model is ideally going to be a template for me to model my characters. I'm unsure if I'll be able to make them share a rig to the point that poses and such will be reusable... but I'll try. I think as long as the bones have the same names it'll work.

Here's an example of a redesign. Also little teen teri... cursed and skinny... Still a mild victim of funky tablet colours so if it's wierd, yeah.

(It's hilarious putting her proportions into 3d. She is so dense. She is easily 4x the body mass of the template, its ridiculous. And that was only the muscles, I didnt even add the fat yet. I probably won't model everyones skeleton and muscles but she needs it okay)

3d is really just, the closest you can get to those flash dressup games, you know the ones, but with complete creative freedom. And cloth physics.

[luvingtsumu]

𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𖥔 ࣪˖ ( MIYA ATSUMU X FEM!READER )

atsumu was an art student, for his last project he was assigned a model to work with, you. the problem was that he couldn’t concentrate when he was with you, you were just so damn gorgeous.

★ genre: smut | content: artist!au, timeskip!atsumu, f/m!masturbation, grinding, throat fucking, oral (m!receiving)

★ author’s note: i did this at 4:00 am so i don’t know if i’m making sense rn.

When his teacher told him he was gonna have an assigned model for the last project, he never thought he was gonna end up in the studio of a big luxurious house with you naked in front of him.

You had been his model multiple times before in class, but all those times he always got really nervous, so now that you two were all alone, he was more than just nervous.

Your body was so perfect, you were so gorgeous and glamorous, you had such an alluring beauty that was able to make his knees weak. But you also were so damn intimidating, your serious stare and stern voice always send chills down Atsumu’s spine.

He just couldn’t look at you in the eyes for more than 10 seconds without wanting desperately to look away.

It’s been 10 minutes since you got naked and started to pose for him to draw, but you haven’t heard the sound of the pencil against the canvas yet —he wasn’t drawing anything.

“Sorry, ‘m gonna need a second.” he finally spoke, letting out all the air in his lungs.

You raised an eyebrow as you turned your head to look at him. You were gonna ask him why, but that’s when you saw his trembling hand and the sweat on his forehead.

You got up and put on the white robe again, hiding your nakedness.

“You always get this nervous whenever you’re going to draw someone?”

Atsumu felt so ashamed, he sighed and shook his head “No. Jus’ today, I guess.”

“We can continue tomorrow if you want.” you offered.

“Yeah, that’d be alright. Thanks.”

Atsumu was sitting in the edge of his bed. He was so frustrated with himself because of what happened.

He just couldn’t believe he got so anxious he couldn’t even draw a straight line, it was like he just forgot how to hold a pencil.

A broken whimper escaped his lips as he desperately fucked his fist, moving his hips up. He rubbed the tip with his thumb, letting out groans every time he did.

Atsumu wasn’t a weirdo —at all, he would never express how much he wanted you and how many times he had masturbated thinking about you.

“Shit—” he cried, looking down at his desperate cock “Oh, shit, ‘m gonna cum.” he whimpered.

His head fell back as he speed up his movements, he bit his trembling lip, wishing his hand was your tight cunt —cause he knew it was tight.

He wanted to know what you thought about him, he wanted to know if you also fucked yourself thinking about him. He could imagine you with your fingers deep inside of you, trying to reach a place he knew he could easily reach.

He released his seed onto his fist, letting out a loud moan as he did. His thighs trembling as he cursed under his breath.

His eyes opened to see his phone on the nightstand with a notification popping on it.

[10:17 pm] tomorrow at 5:00 pm.

Here he was again, taking deep breath’s before ringing the bell.

You were so gorgeous that was overwhelming for him, but he knew he will never have a chance with you, he felt like he didn’t belong next to you. You were so glamorous and stupidly rich, and he was just…Well.

“You’re late.” you said as soon as you opened the door.

“I know, ‘m sorry, the bus was delayed.” he stepped inside your home and started following you towards the studio.

“It’s alright.”

You opened the door and he stepped inside, muttering a small “Thanks”

He went to sit down on the couch that was in front of the easel. He took his things out of his backpack, concentrated on having his stuff ready.

He mentalized himself that this wasn’t any different from when he drew other people, that he shouldn’t get so nervous; but as soon as he raised his head, there you were, with your beautiful body exposed for him to draw, destroying all his confidence.

He gulped, gripping the pencil as he took a deep breath. He couldn’t let the same incident from yesterday happen, so he started drawing in the canvas slowly.

You heard the pencil moving slowly on the canvas, you knew every artist had their technic, but this man was so slow.

The position you were doing was easy, so after one hour you two allowed yourself to have a small break.

You brought him some tea and he thanked you before taking the cup in his trembling hands. You looked at the canvas, seeing messy lines and shapes on it; for the whole hour you two had been working, it was a very small progress.

“How much time you think you’re gonna need for every sketch?” you asked him “Because we still have to do 4 poses and you only have a week left.”

“I know.” he rubbed his face, placing the cup on the small table in next to the couch “I don’t know why ‘m workin’ so slowly.”

He did knew. It was because he couldn’t control his thoughts when being close to you, it was because you were drop dead gorgeous and he just couldn’t look at you in the eyes.

You sighed, he did need to hurry up, but you decided to not pressure him for now.

“It’s alright, you’re working well, and that’s a nice start.” you pointed at the picture and patted his shoulder.

The words got stuck in his throat when you touched him, he flinched a bit and looked away.

“‘m gonna try to work a bit faster.” he mumbled, pulling the neck of his shirt, cause suddenly it felt too tight.

You sighed, he had been acting nervous all the time and you couldn’t understand why.

“Listen, I understand that it’s the last project you have, but you don’t need to be so nervous.” you sat next to him, crossing your legs “It’s not like I’m gonna bite you if you don’t do a ‘perfect’ painting.” you chuckled.

He glanced at you, his eyes wandered around your body, suddenly remembering that under the robe you were completely naked.

He cleared his throat, his legs spreading slightly as he put an arm over his lap and looked away

“Y-yeah, ‘s jus’…I’ve never drew someone like ya before, y’know?”

You raised an eyebrow “Someone like me?”

“Yer really pretty,” he sighed “And elegant…I-I don’t wanna mess this up.”

You smirked, your body moved slightly closer to him, he started anxiously moving his leg.

“I’m flattered. But it’s a drawing, not a picture, so…” your hand went on top of his hand, squeezing it to give him a bit of reassurance, but that action only made him yelp a bit.

You raised an eyebrow when his face went all red, your eyes went to your hand on top of his. And that’s when you noticed.

“Oh.” you said, looking at the growing bulge on his pants “I see.”

“‘m sorry, I don’t— don’t think I—” he quickly moved your hand away and put on some distance in between the two of them “‘m gonna go n-now, ‘m truly sorry I…” he gulped, feeling sweat on his forehead.

“I didn’t say anything bad about it.” you said, leaning closer to him once again “Is that why you’re so nervous around me? Do you keep getting boners?” you scoffed.

You rested your elbow on his shoulder, your hand going to play with some blonde locks of his hair. A small whimper escaped his lips.

“I asked you something.”

“Y-yeah, that’s why…” he mumbled, looking down at his pants. His face was burning and he could feel your intimidating stare all over him.

The smirk on your face grew bigger as you got up from the couch. His face finally looked back up to look at you.

“What are ya gonna do?” he asked in a low tone.

“We have to fix your little problem, you know?” you didn’t hesitate once before sitting on his lap, your arms around his neck.

Atsumu’s face went even more red —if it was even possible. He wanted to speak but the words got stuck in his throat, only a moan escaping his lips.

“You need to finish those paintings.” you started slowly moving your hips in circles “And I know a great way to help you relax.”

He babbled something incoherent when he felt you moving over him, his head fell back and his hands gripped tightly the couch.

“y/n.” he whimpered “I-I want ya s-so bad.” he breathed.

You felt like you had all the power over him in that moment, and you did. You took off the large robe once again, letting him see you naked once again.

You kept grinding on him, moaning as you rubbed your clit on his desperate cock that wanted nothing but your attention.

Hearing Atsumu’s whimpers was like being in heaven, you grabbed his chin and made him look at you, he moaned at your sight. You leaned in and kissed him deeply, his eyes shut down immediately as he kissed you back. You helped his hands find their way to your waist, and they immediately went to work, grinding you against him as he pleased.

“Please let me have ya. Please, please.” he moaned, looking at you and waiting for any reaction.

“Not yet.” you let out a raspy laugh, your eyes closing a bit as he kept rubbing your pussy against himself.

“I s-swear ‘m gonna cum in my pants.” he said, desperate, almost pathetic.

You opened your eyes fully again, looking at him with a teasing smirk. You put your hands on top of his to stop him from moving you.

You got up from him, making him whine, but when you kneeled in front of him, his eyes sparkled. You took your time undoing his pants before pulling them down along with his boxers. Pre-cum dripping from his tip.

Atsumu was just looking down at you, fascinated as you stroked him a few times. Your hand definitely felt better than his.

Before he could even say something, you were already licking his length, your tongue making circles around his tip.

His thighs trembled and he didn’t knew where to put his hands, he just gripped his shirt as he bit his lip, trying to not let out the shameful sounds he was keeping.

You took his cock in your mouth, stroking the part that you couldn’t fit. You moved your tongue around as drool started to come out from the corner of your lips because of how good his cock was filling your mouth.

You moved up and down as you could, one hand stroking his cock, the other one on his balls.

“Fuck— g-give me a break.” he mumbled, squirming.

You felt so good for him, your mouth was so warm and he couldn’t help but let out pathetic moans as you moved your tongue on his tip.

He was putting up a show for you, squirming and gasping for air as his hands moved around, trying to find a place to be. He was a bit pathetic and that was turning you on.

One of your hands went down to your cunt, starting to rub your clit, letting out a groan that send delicious vibrations up Atsumu’s spine. Your eyes closed as you kept making a mess of him and his cock.

“I-I c-can’t…” he whimpered, feeling a lump on his throat.

His virgin cock had only received attention from his own hands, so all this experience put him on the edge in less then 10 minutes.

You were focused on rubbing your pussy so you stopped moving like before, and that made his hands finally find a place to be.

His hands grabbed the sides of your head to keep you in place before he started fucking your throat; his hips moved up in a steady rhythm as you gagged around his dick. Your hands gripped his thighs as he kept moving you like a doll, using your mouth to give him the most pleasure before he came deep inside your throat.

Atsumu was in cloud nine, this was just dreamy, a thing that he only thought would happen on his wet dreams.

His cum filled your mouth and came out from the corners of your lips. You pulled his cock out, swallowing his seed and looking up to see him crying and whimpering as he kept squirming; he never felt an orgasm so hard.

A moan mixed with a chuckle escaped your lips.

“You’re crying?” you got up, ignoring how wet you were, practically dripping.

“Mhg— n-no…” he looked up at you, wiping away his own shameful tears.

You smirked “I guess you can draw now, no?” you pinched his cheek, making him whine.

“B-but…”

“Let’s get back to the work, shall we?” you smiled.

Another whine escaped his lips as he saw you leaving back to your place, realizing he wasn’t gonna find out that day if your pussy was tight or not.

You were expecting him to draw when he could barely keep himself up. What an evil woman you were.

[httpiastri]

masterpiece – ln4

lando loves photographing you, but you're not as big of a fan.

genre: suggestive, fluff, comfort ig

pairing: camera shy & insecure!reader x lando

warnings: hmm none i think

author's note: okay this is veryyyy self-indulgent... i hate having pictures taken of myself. it's so freakishly scary. anyways, this story feels so random lol it has parts that i really like and then it has parts that make no sense. welp. sorry for taking so long to write these days, life is so stressful... i have so many 90% finished drafts tho, will have to just sit down one day to finish them all. hope ure all having a lovely weekend 💓

f1 masterlist

"look at me, love."

your eyelids flutter open and you regret it instantly when your eyes meet the lens of lando's camera.

of course he brought it out. when he said he needed to get something from his suitcase, you had expected something else. a shirt, a soothing balm for your sore skin, anything. but in hindsight, you were stupid not to realize that he would bring out his most prized possession.

lando has always loved photography. he loves the challenge, the thrill of getting the perfect shot, the pride he feels when someone compliments his work. he's got a need to express himself through his lens and capture the world in the most beautiful way possible. he loves the work behind it, the challenge of getting all variables to fit together.

but when he met you, he found himself standing at the feet of a new challenge.

he wants to photograph you in every angle, a photo of every expression, a memory of every second he spends with you. to him, all pictures he takes of you are gorgeous. even when your hair is all over the place, even when you're fucked silly, even with mascara stains down your cheeks, he thinks you're the most beautiful thing ever. to him, you're a treasure, a gift from above. and it's easy to photograph a goddess, he thinks; having a perfect muse just makes things too simple.

the challenge is to get you to agree with him.

you hear a couple of faint clicks from where he stands a few meters from the bed, and his giant grin is visible under his camera as he stands on his toes to get the perfect angle. your locks are splayed across your pillow and there is a slight blush on your cheeks, still worn out from your previous activities. a stream of light from the sunset escapes through the blinds, leaving a soft hue on the blanket that's lazily wrapped over your lower half. you look so peaceful, so serene, so content.

but you feel so exposed. nothing is covering your chest except for the fresh set of lovebites your boyfriend has scattered across your skin, but you feel even more naked than before the camera appeared. no matter if you're dressed or not, it's scary; you know he won't show anyone the pictures, he's told you thousands of times that they're just for his own enjoyment, but there's still something that makes your skin crawl whenever the camera is out.

you've always hated being photographed. you never thought a photograph of yourself turned out good, so you'd rather not be in any photographs at all than risk looking weird.

when it comes to lando, it's different. it's not that you're against him actually taking them and watching them himself – you trust him with your life – but you have always had a hard time looking at pictures of yourself, or even just imagining them. as someone who's always been naturally camera shy, it's always just been easier to hide than to pose.

lando pouts slightly when your hands instinctively come up to cover your face. his voice is low when he speaks. "hey, stop that."

he sits down on the bed, his camera landing in his lap as his free hand reaches for the exposed skin of your hip. when you peek at him through your fingers, he's looking out through the window, fingers absentmindedly massaging your skin. "it's getting dark already and we haven't even had dinner yet," he hums. "do you want anything special?"

"you."

the giggle that bubbles from his chest is contagious, and you find yourself uncovering your face and bringing a hand up to his cheek to make him look back at you. you pull him down, your giggles mixing with his as your smiles press against each other's. your fingers rake through the short hair at the back of his neck as his hand drags further up your skin.

your lips chase after him when he pulls away, and he smiles at the sight of your lustful eyes just barely peeking out through your eyelids. "i know how you feel about photos," he starts, leaning back slightly to pick up his camera again. he navigates through the roll for a moment, and then he holds it up to you. "but this one turned out great."

you always told yourself that you weren't photogenic. but maybe, that's just because lando hasn't been the one behind the camera before.

the photo truly is gorgeous. the pink glow from the sunset gives it a filtered appearance, and you actually find yourself looking cute and cozy nestled between the covers.

lando is a great photographer, and you're always astounded by the visuals he can produce. when you see yourself through his eyes, it's suddenly so much easier to feel beautiful. and when you look over at him, taking in the way he's admiring you like you're the best thing in his life, it's so easy to feel loved.

"this one is not going on the jpg-account," you tell him, squinting your eyes at him as you give him a warning finger.

he merely shrugs, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "the fans would love it, though."

"lando!"

[f1]

F1 star Daniel Ricciardo is finding his mojo at Australian Grand Prix and is firming to race in 2024

Daniel Ricciardo is finding his mojo at Australian Grand Prix with Red Bull boss saying the Aussie F1 star is 'undoubtedly race ready' Aussie is now a reserve driver for Red Bull Comes after disastrous stint at McLaren Ricciardo is finding his mojo again Red Bull boss says he is 10 minutes away from racing  By Josh Alston For Daily Mail Australia Published: 20:07 EDT, 31 March 2023 | Updated: 20:07 EDT, 31 March 2023 Daniel Ricciardo might be getting his mojo back after a horror season with McLaren, with his Red Bull boss saying the Aussie is '10 minutes away from being ready'. And Ricciardo has expressed his desire to make a comeback to the Formula One grid in 2024, saying 'signs are pointing' towards his return.  The 33-year-old Australian, who is attending his first race of the season as Red Bull's reserve driver for Max Verstappen and Sergio Perez at the Australian Grand Prix in Melbourne, is keen to see if the competitive juices are still flowing. Ricciardo left McLaren last year after two disappointing seasons and was replaced by Aussie youngster Oscar Piastri.  Ricciardo is attending around eight of the 23 races on F1's calendar this year as he takes a step back from the rigours of the sport's demanding schedule.  After taking time out to be a 'slob' Ricciardo is finding his mojo again and believes he will be ready for a fulltime return to F1 in 2024 Ricciardo poses for a photo with Matt Ford (L) and Jack Steele (R) of The Inspired Unemployed However, Ricciardo believes he still has the hunger to drive in F1 again and his love for the sport hasn't faded, saying he 'could only be a bit of a slob for so long'. 'It made me realise how much I do care about it,' he said. 'I want to be back with a top team, and a team where I have that confidence back and my mojo. 'To go back and to maybe put myself in any seat that's fighting at best for like a top 10, I don't think it's going to bring the best out of me. 'I see myself, at least in my head, wanting to be back on the grid. But there's still some terms and conditions, so to speak. It's not at all costs.' Former Australian f1 world champion Alan Jones chats with Ricciardo in Melbourne ahead of the Aussie GP Red Bull boss Christian Horner has praised Ricciardo's positive energy and his contribution to the team, saying he is 'undoubtedly race ready'.  Horner welcomed Ricciardo back to the team, where he spent five seasons from 2014-2018, saying 'It's great to have him back in blue and back in the team.' 'He's really throwing himself into it – he's sitting in all the briefings, he's been working really hard on the simulator as well in the UK doing some race support and development work on that,' Horner said. 'Daniel is such a positive energy to have around. It's great to see him getting his mojo back, to see that big smile on his face. 'He lights up a room whenever he walks in. Even though he's not driving, he's still probably the most popular driver here.″⁣ Piastri is making his hometown debut at Albert Park after being signed by McLaren to replace Ricciardo Piastri during free practice two during the Formula 1 Australian Grand Prix at the Albert Park Circuit in Melbourne Meanwhile, Melbourne-born Oscar Piastri also made his home-town debut at the Australian Grand Prix.  The 21-year-old was thrilled to be on track at Albert Park, which is just a 10 minute drive from his family home. However, Piastri has some way to go before his McLaren can compete with the elite, finishing 12th fastest of the 20 drivers in Friday's opening practice and 14th quickest in a wet second session. 'Very, very special, obviously, to be here at home,' he said.  'It's a nice track - the walls are a bit closer than they look on TV.'  Share or comment on this article: F1 star Daniel Ricciardo is finding his mojo at Australian Grand Prix and is firming to race in 2024 via Formula One | Mail Online https://www.dailymail.co.uk?ns_mchannel=rss&ns_campaign=1490&ito=1490

[caspalooza]

2022 Art Summary & Reflection!

A proper blog post, this one! ;D I'll be talking your ear off about my art under the "keep reading" break, if you feel so inclined. Otherwise, please appreciate my 2022 art overview (ooooh. aaaah.)

So! 2022. Oh, 2022. Yeah, this year SUCKED! BIG TIME! Or at least, it sucked in terms of my, ahem, artistic journey (sparkle emoji). Graduating high school and stuff was cool. Anyways, I feel I should be unhappy about my art progress (or lack thereof), and I suppose to a certain extent I am, but at the same time I have a hard time blaming myself for this one. I had so, SO little energy this year, and almost any time I did have energy, I was weighed down by mental blocks, art blocks, creative blocks, you name it. Getting anything finished was very mentally draining, even more so because I wasn't getting any practice, meaning my art abilities weren't quite up to snuff, which discouraged me even more! In the past, whenever I've become discontented with my art, I've liked to do what I call BRUTE FORCING improvement!!! but I just didn't have the energy to do that at ALL this year. My main and possibly only consistent motivator for drawing was my oc, Jesper (this really was the year of Jesper for me, holy jeez!).

But right now, I'm thinking AHEAD! To the FUTURE, BABY! Because I REALLY want to make some progress by the end of 2023. Even though my rendering got a lot better in 2022, I improved pretty much NOT-AT-ALL when it came to the fundamentals. That bothers the HELL out of me and I want that to change next year. I can't describe how it is to SUFFER when I want to render something because it's fun, only to spend hours rendering GARBAGE and looking back at it 5 minutes later and realizing, "Hey wait a minute! That's GARBAGE!"

Lucky me, I'm in a pretty good state of mind about my art right now, and I feel myself fixating on it again (which is pretty good timing since I'm on winter break now). So here are my main improvement goals for 2023:

DRAW MORE and FINISH MORE ART, even if it's SHIT! Which is finally a realistic goal for me since I hate so much of my art that I'm highkey just desensitized to it at this point.

Pay WAY more attention to composition and use of negative space! And not just in color, which for some reason was what I thought negative space exclusively referred to until an embarrassingly short amount of time ago!

Similarly, pay much more attention to pose readability! These poses should be CRYSTAL!

Keep pushing expressions, not just in sketches but FINISHED ART!

And finally, I want to stop worrying so much about making finished art. I want to draw whatever the fuck I want even if that amounts to drawing a guy standing in the void 20 times in a row. If that's what I have energy for, that's what I have energy for! At least it's SOMETHING!

And of course I'd like to improve somewhat with proportions and anatomy and shading and such, but I'm not feeling the urge to focus too strongly on that stuff right now.

My relationship with my art is and has always been that I just want to get it to a point where I don't hate looking at it, because really the only reason I draw is because I either want to vent my love for something and/or because I like looking at my ocs. That's sorta why after improving so much in my first few years of learning to draw humans, I slowed down a ton. It wasn't out of laziness, I was just content, and why would I want to spend all my time and energy practicing when It was already good enough and I could just draw my ocs NOW! I have no professional aspirations for my art. My art's for me first, and I hope it stays that way.

That said, I'm hoping for a lot of changes in general in 2023, some of which aren't strictly related to the visual arts, necessarily! All my ocs and their lore are to be revamped (and some are in the process of it already) to recapture their original vibe which I have missed oh-so-much. I don't want to rush myself with that process, but once the ocs are all set and the basic lore is all set I would love to try making some short comics about them. I don't know if that'll happen this coming year, but it's something i'd like to work towards. I had actually already started working on a comic and had the first few pages thumbnailed before I realized I really, really didn't like the way some of my ocs were characterized. Like, I'm not suggesting they were PROBLEMATIC or something, they just didn't feel right. Like they weren't quite themselves anymore, and I had lost their essence. Also, it was probably a bit too ambitious for a first comic project, anyways. All's that to say, I've an interesting path in front of me! I hope to make some cool stuff this coming year, a healthy mix of epithet erased fan art and original content! And who KNOWS what other fandoms will destroy my life along the way!