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fiiiiin Ā· 4 months ago
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Dream Husbands alive and well in 2024 aside, that new Inverse interview gave us SUCH ARTHUR-CODED JGL!! Like the photoshoot is PERFECTION thatā€™s exactly how I imagine Arthur to be post-Inception he looks sooo good
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purrtyhatemachine Ā· 2 years ago
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okay so at this point i'm actually just being super weird but i dove a little bit and it turns out that pic was posted on chris locke's insta in 2017 but it's from 2008. some good additional nathan content if you scroll down for a while...
HELPPOF HOW DID YOU FIND THAT?? You are dedicated omg. Thank you for this information šŸ™šŸ™
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layne-thepencilthing Ā· 2 years ago
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I must keep this
I compiled this a while ago but I was just looking for references and found the file so...
Best places to find reference photos:
Body types, poses, and anatomy:
http://reference.sketchdaily.net/en
https://www.posemaniacs.com/
https://quickposes.com/en
https://www.characterdesigns.com/#home-section
https://www.adorkastock.com/sketch/
https://line-of-action.com/practice-tools/figure-drawing/
https://www.proko.com/browse/tools?af=242
Giant anatomy reference tutorials Pinterest board:
https://www.pinterest.com/deedee1232/body-reference/
General:
https://unsplash.com/
https://pixabay.com/
https://www.pexels.com/
https://stocksnap.io/
https://www.freeimages.com/
https://kaboompics.com/
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Main_Page
https://morguefile.com/
https://www.flickr.com/
https://www.dreamstime.com/
https://pmp-art.com/
https://www.freepik.com/
https://photobash.co/
https://picjumbo.com/
https://burst.shopify.com/
https://magdeleine.co/
https://wordpress.org/openverse/
Historical:
https://nos.twnsnd.co/
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bananafire11 Ā· 19 days ago
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He has arriiiived. I think i got almost everyones suggestions.... oh and wretched is there too
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hinamie Ā· 4 months ago
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theyre soft your honour
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tauforged Ā· 3 months ago
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found these decently hi-res official renders of the protoframes in an article about wf99 while digging for refs, thought yall might find em useful too so might as well post em here..!
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rapidhighway Ā· 7 months ago
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I need every public place to have detailed descriptions of the entire place + how to behave and what behavior is acceptable or not and i need it all as straightforward as humanly possible
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kayla161 Ā· 3 months ago
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pattie in india 1968 - ily pattie u can do no wrong šŸ’˜šŸ’˜
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jayceart Ā· 11 months ago
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I'm in the wind.. you're in the water..
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megamozartx Ā· 1 month ago
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*throws this sprite edit at you*
Don't think too hard about it I know it looks janky, okay!!
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haunted-xander Ā· 7 months ago
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No swearing in front of the baby
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22ndnervousbreakdown Ā· 16 days ago
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Leyendecker style fanart of your blorbos? That's cute! You know, MY blorbo (AJ Raffles) was painted by JC Leyendecker himself. Mhm. Yeah.
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comfortless Ā· 6 months ago
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i have been thinking about this for a while and i love how you write, so what do you think of biker!kƶnig with a gf that studies in uni? how did they meet? does he get jealous easily of her classmates? what is the aftermath of his jealousy (šŸ˜)?
thank you so much šŸ©·
-šŸŒµ
content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. fem (afab) reader, suggestive, but mostly just two sillies attempting to flirt.
They first cross paths at a gas station. Sundown and desolate apart from the woman who approaches the tiny shop on foot whilst he straddles his bike at the pump.
She doesnā€™t notice him, and thatā€™s just fine. More often than not, people do but for the wrong reasons. Itā€™s always the height or the face only his mother could love. This is a good thing, shows sheā€™s not hasty with her judgment, shows sheā€™s just unaware enough to let something like him in.
Itā€™s stupid, completely ridiculous at how he feels his heart thump to life, ribcage squeezing and stomach a whirl with butterflies at the mere sight. The furthest thing from love comes to mind at the sight: plush thighs peeking out against the hem of shorts that cut off just below her bum, the tight tanktop that displays her cleavage in a way so enticing. But thatā€™s what he immediately thinks of, that word that seems foreign to him even in his mother tongue.
Love.
Kƶnig could be a gentleman, lie her down in his bed instead of fucking her over the bike, if she were kind enough to follow him home. That offer feels heavy as lead on his tongue, lost someplace in his throat when he really gets a good view of her.
Heā€™s never been good with talking to women, anyway. Especially not an angel so far out of his league she would surely only scoff with her sweet drink in hand, turn away from him with her nose held high and dark circles under her eyes as she suffers through another paper back at her dorm or wherever she came from.
So, he leaves her be as much as he can and should, only watches her with his helmet in place and that dark visor masking where his eyes wander from her face down to the retreating view of her legs as she walks.
The next time time is during the rain.
Kƶnig is good at refraining from acting on base instinct. Thereā€™s a lot to consider before stealing away some miserable dove on the sidewalk, the light drizzle from above soaking into her dress and battering her lashes as she sits and waits for a ride that just doesnā€™t seem to be coming. Heā€™s got his military background, keeps his house tidy and rarely muddles in the affairs of other people.
Itā€™s just that sheā€™s cold.
He tells himself that the only reason he stops his bike some meters away is because she will get sick if he doesnā€™t offer her a ride. Heā€™s just being a gentleman. Thereā€™s nothing more to it.
So he does. Keeps his helmet on and masks his face as well as the weird excitement and nervousness in his voice when the muffled offer taints the wet air.
It doesnā€™t matter that he wouldnā€™t have never considered any of this if she werenā€™t so cute. If she didnā€™t look so fragile and sweet. She smiles and nods immediately, fusses with her dress a bit when she climbs onto the bike behind him when she tells him that sheā€™s only just been on a date. It just hadnā€™t turned out well and whoever the bastard had been had dipped before even the entree was served.
It sends his mind spiraling when it shouldnā€™t.
Itā€™s deranged to think of her misfortune as fate when it isnā€™t.
ā€œIā€™m sorryā€¦ I donā€™t know where to put my hands,ā€ she laughs someplace against his shoulder, chin just slightly tilted up to bump his damp t-shirt. Itā€™s the nicest thing heā€™s ever heard, not mocking at all, only shy.
ā€œAround me.ā€
He sounds like an old pervert, feels just like one when he takes her hands into his own and guides them around his middle. Presses in a bit too tight, because itā€™s been a long time since heā€™s had a woman so close and it feels good to be held like this.
She makes some quiet noise, a soft gasp, then presses her face into the darkness of his shirt to hide away from the rain or maybeā€¦
ā€œYou can come home with me. Itā€™s close.ā€
She laughs again, and heā€™s reminded of just how little tact that he has with the fairer sex. She must think him an idiot, some hopeful vigilante that scoops women up from the street after nightmare dates with bad food or bad dick. It sounds so stupid to his own ears, he knows heā€™s burning crimson beneath the black helmet.
Until she squeezes him a bit, gives what must be her best attempt at a hug from their positioning. Again, too, maybe out of surprise that thereā€™s muscle there. Something a woman like her might like.
ā€œIā€™ve got nothing to lose, huh?ā€ and then ā€œYou seem a lot nicer than he was, anyway.ā€
The air gets stolen from his lungs and his jaw grows loose. She had only told him yes to maybe sitting on his couch, watching some miserable war film until he brought her back to her academic wasteland, but not a part of him had expected that.
It takes a moment for him to realize he hasnā€™t said a word, that heā€™s sat panting like some stay being offered a meaty bone. He takes a moment to reposition her grip around him, too ashamed of the way his cock springs to life at her closeness and the ridiculous fantasy playing out in his head.
ā€œRightā€¦ you can dry off there.ā€
He doesnā€™t immediately remove the helmet when she steps into his abode, just guides her over to the washroom when she asks if he would mind if she used his shower and lets her be. That room has never known a womanā€™s touch, and the shirt he gives her to change into isnā€™t comparable to the cute, floral thing she was wearing.
He takes her dress to the dryer to distract himself from the fact that sheā€™s naked in there, just a flimsy door away. Changes out of his own sopping wet clothes after considering that maybe she would want to touch him again. Maybe it felt nice for her too, just to hold someone. He could hold her too, if she wanted that, bring her right to his bed and keep her safe and warm.
ā€œYouā€™re out of conditioner,ā€ she peeps as she steps back out of the bathroom. ā€œJust thought you would want toā€¦ā€
Her eyes trail over him for a time as her words taper off to nothing. Then, theyā€™re locked to his face and any hope goes up in an inferno. The scars are probably scary, the dark circles from weeks of minimal sleep are probably even worse. She probably thinks him some sort of monster or a demon, something no girl should be left alone with.
Then, she smiles.
ā€œWowā€¦ā€
ā€œWhatā€¦?ā€
He expects the worst and instinctively casts a sideways glance toward the helmet sat by the door. The perfect covering to avoid situations like this. Itā€™s not that heā€™s dependent on it, butā€¦ maybe he would have had some sort of chance had he not taken it off.
ā€œIā€™m sorry for staring, youā€™re just reallyā€¦ā€
Ugly. Scary. Whatever words sheā€™s considering, he doesnā€™t care to hear them. She could just ask to go home, save herself some fear and save him from another rejection.
ā€œā€¦ cute.ā€
ā€œOkay.ā€
Scheisse.
That wasnā€™t a ā€œthank youā€ or anything of substance, but this is more mortifying than anything prior. Even the women who had pitied him with a date before had never called him something so endearing, never likened him to some adorable little thing or stared up at him like she does now. She only seems giddy, a fire burning behind her eyes like sheā€™s just discovered some secret treasure.
ā€œā€¦ cuter than your date?,ā€ he hazards, rolls his shoulders and tilts his head at her. His attempt at sounding confident only comes across bitter and jealous. Maybe he is, but that fucker blew his chance, and sheā€™s blessing Kƶnig with far too many.
ā€œDefinitely.ā€
The tension feels tangible, despite the absurdity of all of this. Heā€™s not sure what to do with his hands, where to look, what to say or how long to take between breaths.
Sheā€™s stood there in his shirt, looking as if sheā€™s already his and heā€™s the one left feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
ā€œI think youā€™re pretty.ā€
ā€œYeah?ā€
ā€œEver since I first saw you, Iā€¦ā€ Heā€™s babbling too much, losing any composure because she just keeps her eyes trained on him, that adorable smile curling at her lips. If he sounded creepy, like heā€™s been following her, she doesnā€™t even seem to notice.
ā€œMaybe you could take me on a date sometime,ā€ she suggests, her voice coming as a breathy little whisper. Maybe she is shy, but sheā€™s giving him the OK to push and prod and see just how far he can go, to expend all of his luck on this very night.
The rain outside only grows louder, threatening to cut the power and leave this docile angel in some dark pit with a mad king. He wishes it would, it grows harder to keep the prominent excitement in his crotch concealed the more that she talks and bats her eyelashes at him.
Being over-eager was a turn-off, right? He weighs his next words the best he can, considers playing it safe for just half a moment before they escape him anyway.
ā€œCome here.ā€
Thereā€™s a darker storm brewing in his eyes when she takes those first, fragile steps toward him. But she graces him with the light of a spark when her hand finds his chest and presses there, feels his heart beating like itā€™s a normal thing to search for, like sheā€™s just as mesmerized and surprised as she is now.
Sheā€™s snared in an instant with a face buried into her damp hair, lifted up with her legs guided to wrap around his waist. A decade worth of luck spent just like that, but heā€™s always been greedy.
The demand for more comes with a callused hand guiding her chin up. Her lips part immediately, eyelashes fluttering until they rest atop her cheeks, already warmed with the anticipation of whatā€™s to come. His kissing begins gentle, soft for a second as he tries to memorize the plushness and curvature of her lips with his mouth alone.
Then, itā€™s only punishing.
He tries to hold himself back, but knowing he could have had this weeks ago while she was wandering about barely dressed drives him insane. The moment she gasps against his mouth, his tongue slips inside to find hers, rolls over it with such a ferocity that the corner of her mouth begins to glisten with their shared drool. She whines, then moans as her hands curl over his neck, petting at the short hair at the base of his skull.
His hands fall to her ass to keep her in place, gives her a pinch and then a grope when he realizes sheā€™s not wearing underwear at all.
And thatā€™s where the well must have run dry, because she tilts her face away with a series of soft pants, squeezes her trembling thighs around him as if to make a silent demand to stop, or maybe not. Everything she does makes him feel both hot and crazy; she doesnā€™t even attempt to wind out of his grip here, only looks up at him sultry and helpless. She must be wet, he can smell it, practically taste her already, but he doesnā€™t persist when she halts this dance.
ā€œWaitā€¦ waitwait. I donā€™t even know your name.ā€
ā€œKƶnig.ā€
She laughs breathlessly, then dips her head to press against his shoulder. His hand immediately rises to pet at her hair, twirling a few strands between his fingers as she tells him her name in turn.
ā€œI donā€™t really want this to just beā€¦ one night, you know?,ā€ she says, and that intrigues him.
ā€œThat so..?ā€
ā€œMhmā€¦ā€
He slowly lowers her back down until her feet meet the carpeted floor, then takes her face into both hands while she gives him a cute pout. He could be sympathetic, could make her love him evenā€¦ sheā€™s left the door open for him already, after all.
ā€œI could just hold you,ā€ he mutters, tracing a circle into her cheek, savoring in the way her eyes seem to light up at that.
ā€œI would like that.ā€
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a-very-sparkly-nerd Ā· 2 months ago
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"Oh, ya don't like my ears?"
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Um, no, I'm pretty sure he does, actually šŸ¤­
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is-this-even-relatable Ā· 25 days ago
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something something family guy death pose
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gilbirda Ā· 9 months ago
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WAIT I SAW YOUR TAGS- There's a cooking website that has instructions for everything????
I know right???
Honestly I haven't explored EVERYTHING in the site, but they do link a lot of interesting information in the recipes that pleases my anxiety riddled brain
I found them with this Miso Ramen recipe
and when I went down to "how to soft boiled eggs" i cried because I always fuck that up
and then the vegetable prep has links on how to cut them!!!
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I tried the recipe btw and it was delicious āœŒšŸ˜ŽāœØ
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