#almost fell but i managed to stay balanced for more than 30 sec so already that’s a good sign 😁

[eli-wallach]

who knew skateboarding was exhausting?

[staywritten]

In The Moment│Bang Chan

In The Moment│Bang Chan

Synopsis: Chan can’t always be with you because of work, but he does get to live those little intimate moments with photos 

Genre: Smut, fluff, one shot

Word Count: 2037

Inspired by: https://prettylixie.tumblr.com/post/624671319185866752/i-feel-like-aussie-line-likes-to-take-post-sex

To call this a rut or a rough patch was being generous. Chan felt like he was in an artistic hole. He’d been at it for the entire weekend, only leaving the studio to work out and try to maintain some form of normalcy. He hadn’t seen you or his members for a few days, save the times Felix and and Changbin stopped by to bring him food.

This particular night was the hardest on him. 

He’d done everything he could to power through finishing the track, but it just wasn’t right. It wasn’t that it was missing something. It was missing everything. 

He distracted himself for about an hour and a half by hopping on live with Baby Stays but now that it’s ended it was right back to reality. Sitting in the studio alone and listening to his own thoughts. The same 30 sec sample playing over and over. 

He pinched his nose bridge and let out an exasperated sigh. He told himself he wasn’t going anywhere until the beat was done, that way he can reward himself with sleep and make the guide the day after. 

He grabbed his phone for the first time all night. He had a tendency of putting his phone on airplane mode to limit his distractions and the influx of texts from his members, manager and you telling him to go home. He knew he needed to sleep but he also had work to do and there were too many people counting on him for him to sleep.

Unlocking his phone his eyes softened at his home screen. It’d been so long since he looked at it he almost forgot you were his background. A smile graced his features as he stared at the intimate photo. You completely blissed out after he spent all night making love to you. You cuddled against his bare chest, pressing a kiss to his jaw. He traced your features by memory, the softness of your skin he longed for, how’d you warm under his touch. Your moans and sweet nothings that reminded him he was worth loving. 

He wanted to go home to you. To bundle you in his arms and make love to you until you couldn’t walk. But right not that was a distraction he couldn’t afford. 

Photos would have to do for now. 

Buried in his camera roll he looked at an album he dedicated to you. Each photo capturing a moment he wished he could relive. You on all fours for him, you under him, you desperately grabbing at the wall to hold balance. You looked so beautiful, your neck covered in love bites and bruises, face flushed, mouth open moaning in lust. “My beautiful Babygirl…”

A particular favorite of his was one with you under him, clenching the sheets as he pounded into you. Your face contorting from pleasure. He smirked looking at the photo, his hand spanning over your neck as he took you. Anytime he looked at these photos he remembered it like it was yesterday. He’d just gotten back from a two month world tour and you were his first stop. He just couldn’t stop kissing you that night. Anywhere and everywhere. You had to wear a turtleneck for a solid week to hide his love bites. The photos that followed that particular night were his favorite. 

He managed to capture your face right as you came with him. He loved that look on you. So vulnerable and soft and needy for him. He could still hear your voice, your desperate pleads and little I love yous. How his name had never sounded as sweet unless he heard it coming from your lips. 

He swiped the photo and the brightest smile grazed his features. His cheek dimpled seeing you. You were fucked out and beautiful from the afterglow. The most adorable little pout on your lips as you held the blanket to your chest. You couldn’t walk because of how sore he made you and there was nothing more satisfying than knowing he fucked you that hard. He groaned, rubbing his temples realizing just how much he missed you. 

There were countless photos and videos, each one bringing a smile to his face. He wasn’t sure if he’d call it a kink perse’ but he sure did love taking photos of you post sex. There was just this level of intimacy he could manage to freeze in time and he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t always be with you since his job was so demanding but this way he could play pretend. 

He was shaken from his thoughts the moment he saw your name pop on his phone. “Hi Baby” he smiled softly “I was just thinking about you”

You yawned “Stop thinking about me, and come be with me Chris” your voice, laced in sleep. 

He chuckled. “You know I would if I could”

“Then do it” you pouted, rubbing your eyes awake. “You wanna explain to me why you went on Vlive at 3am? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I’m working on something, I’ll go to bed as soon as I finish”

“I know you Christopher Bang. You’re not going to sleep. You’re gonna overwork yourself and make yourself sick”

“Baby please… I don’t wanna fight… I just wanna hear your voice”

“I don’t wanna fight either” you pouted, sitting up in your bed, pressing your back against your headboard. “I wanna make love to my boyfriend so hard he has no choice but to sleep... I wanna cover him in kisses and cuddles... I just want you home”

He smiled to himself “I want that...”

“Then come home…” you whispered quietly, part of you wishing he didn’t hear you just to avoid another argument. He released a heavy sigh, raking his hand through his hair. His frustration was so obvious, and his nurturing self sacrificial personality was getting the best of him. “Chris..?”

“Hm?” he answered absently. 

“I’m going on a strike.” your tone light to try and distract him from his souring mood, he could practically hear you pout.

He chuckled bemused by your antics. “Oh? And what are your demands?”

“I demand you have a full nights of sleep, a mental health day, and a night of cuddles, and until you comply with my demands I’m going on a sleep strike”

“Baby.” his voice stern. “Go to bed.”

You smirked, making yourself comfortable “No.” 

“Don’t make me-”

“What? Come home and force me to go to bed? That would mean you’d have to acknowledge that sleep is important and for you to get out of the studio”

“I’m not having this conversation again. I have to get back to work, Good night Baby-”

“Chris… don’t just go…”

“Go to bed. I love you” he hung up the phone before rubbing his temples, his shoulders slumping.

In protest against your boyfriend you stayed up a little longer busying yourself with scrolling through your social media. You were probably at it for about an hour before the sound of your front door opening scared you out of your daze.

You hopped out of bed and grabbed your bat behind your door. Slowly opening the door you prepared to swing your bat at the figure. “Ahhh! What are you doing?!” Chris yelled, catching a glimpse of you winding up your swing. Hearing a familiar yell you released a heavy sigh, and lowered your bat. 

“Chris!? What are you doing here?!” you flipped on a light switch and slumped from the adrenaline. 

“Why do you have a bat? You don’t play baseball?” he placed his hand over his racing heart. 

And then it dawned on your that after weeks of working your boyfriend was finally in front of you in the flesh. Dropping the bat you ran into his arms. Luckily his reflexes were still as sharp as ever as he caught you. “You’re home!” you beamed. 

“I’m home” he chuckled, holding you up in his arms and carrying you into the bedroom. He took a seat at the foot of your bed, holding you on his lap. Cupping your face he pulled you into a sweet kiss. You could taste the familiar watermelon juice on his lips as he deepened it. His hand tangling itself in your hair as he kissed you. You gasped into it, playfully biting his bottom lip while eyeing him. “Mmm… I missed this” he whispered huskily against your skin. His dark brown eyes taking in all of you. “You still haven’t explained to me why you have a bat” he chuckled. 

“Oh it was a gift from Seungmin and Minho since they worried about me living alone” 

His eyes softened as he looked at you. Part of that broke his heart. He loved that his members took care of you, like you were their own sister. Felix often told him how he’d help you run errands to the grocery store, or Changbin would walk you home from work late at night when he couldn't leave the studio. But this cut a little deeper. You didn’t live alone. You lived with him. The two of you got this apartment together. And yet his presence there was fleeting. 

“Chris?” you frowned, smoothing out the furrow in his brow, evidence of his overthinking. 

“You know I love you right?”

“Of course I do” you frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I just think I've been doing a shit job at showing it...But I do love you… You’re my lifeline”

“I know Chris… It’s work I understand… You have priorities”

“You are always my priority” his thumb gently caressed your cheek as he laid back into bed, pulling you into bed with him. “I love you” he whispered against your skin, peppering you with kisses, his sweet I love you's following each one. 

He tugged off your large nightshirt while continuing to worship your body with kisses. His finger tips tracing down your body, making you shiver. He cupped and massage your breast before following through with taking the hardened bud between those full beautiful lips you loved. Your head fell back into the pillows as he playfully teased you.

Removing his own shirt he tossed it haphazardly to the ground. “I love you…” he trailed his kisses lower, down your stomach, past your panties. His long, dexterous fingers disappearing inside the cotton. “You’re already so wet for me…”

“Chris it’s been so long since I could have you…” you whined. He looked up at you , a grin on his mouth as he tugged your panties off and buried his face deep inside you. His tongue delving deeper as his free hand worked your breast. He’d occasionally catch a glimpse of you. Your eyes shut in pleasure as you bit your hand to hold your moans back.

“Let me hear you… I love your voice Baby...Please?” he worked your clit over miraculously, making you so sensitive to his touch. He took out his phone seeing a familiar look on your face. You were so close. He knew that look well. “May I Babygirl?” he asked before hitting record. Whining you nodded, begging for him to continue. “Hm? What was that? I couldn’t quite catch that?” he gave you a cheeky look. 

“Chris yes, just please” your back arched against the mattress desperate to reach your orgasm, as you moved your hips to cause friction on your own.

“I got you Baby” he smiled moving his thumb against your clit a bit hard. This time he was able to record the exact moment you came. Your labored breaths getting more shallow and desperate as you inch closer, begging for him with every fiber of your being. 

He knew that this moment would be one that he’d cherished and he was glad he was able to capture your voice and watched as you came from his fingers. 

And as much as he adored these videos and photos of you there was nothing quite like the moment in real life. 

End

Just a little scene because I was so inspired by that ask I saw on @prettylixie’s page. All credit to them and that anon that planted that idea in my head and I couldn’t sleep until I wrote it.

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[altermidgard]

Star Wars Custom Playmat 100+ Characters

Just make it look cool.

Right. Anything specific you wanted?

Not really...Just get as many characters on thee as you can.

Challenge Accepted.

Yes today on the blog, one slightly vague choice of words leads to the most characters ever on one of my mats. Not by a small margin either, especially if you include vehicles (Which I do, objects are objects in programming) I'll be going over the phases of the mats design from concept to colouring telling stories as I go. We've got a lot to get through, so lets jump right in to my latest Star Wars mat.

0 To 30

Thirty is a nice number, I've done mats with around that before, there should be enough space for everyone and more importantly it should be enough slots to cover all the main hero's and villains.

Step 1: Lets make a list.  

If your playing along at home it's at this point you realise there might be a few more than thirty people in the Star Wars universe. It's Ok we can deal with this, we just have to organise everyone into some sort of hierarchy, most popular to least well known. OK, wow,  yeah still quite a few people in category one.

This is where I was at. Making lists. I've been making mats a while now, you get an instinct for how many and how large the components of the design need to be. Thirty wasn’t an arbitrary number, it's what I considered the upper limit for readable characters to be.  In first panel bellow that's how many names I finally settled on. There were many brave souls that fell by the wayside though and to be honest I wasn’t happy about it.

31 To 60

Writing the names on a scrap piece of A4 set the trend for the majority of the sketching phase. Usually I would draw thumbnails, four to eight images on one piece of paper but in this instance I needed to go bigger sooner. The second panel shows the most readable of my early sketches. All the previously names characters are there plus I'm starting to think that if I can get them all in at this size with extra space to spare there might be room to add a few more. Circles for heads is all they get right now but it might work. It just goes to show though. Until you actually start on something properly you cant know how its going to turn out.

The next panel is a more comprehensive redraw, more thought gets given to the layout and how the eye will flow around the image. While the rest of the design process is one of refinement and addition it.s here where the design mostly comes together. That's actuality one of the nice things about doing these blog posts. Looking back and trying to explain your thoughts and processed to others gives you insights on your own work you might never have noticed, I recommend people try it  

Next up. Working on a light-box in pen gives me the opportunity to add even more detail. For some people this might not be the case but having that extra contrast and a finer point than most pencils really helps me out. The other nice thing about changing medium is that it alters the art style slightly. I'm making quicker more precise marks and it leads to a more dynamic atmosphere. The real trick will be trying to preserve that feel though the rest of the production

60 To 80

A different style again as I go digital. I'm using the airbrush tool and am less interested in line than I am the shape and weight of each object. It's also an early chance to test where the light should be coming fom. Where I've placed the vanishing point is causing a few hiccups. Triangular spaceships are especially hard to get right and a lot of their final placement has to do with that.

The silly thing is I could add more elements to the design. There's still plenty of room, think of the final total!. But no, at some point you have to take a step back and say 'this is a silly amount of work already and adding to it is going to do more harm to the design than good.

80 To,.. Who the heck knows.

I stopped counting at this point, didn't really want to know. We are almost there though. Most lines are either vertical, horizontal, or pointing at the vanishing point, I've got piles of spirals, and grievous's arms finally look right. Although Obi-Wan needs some work if they are going to duel. There are still questions to answer though. Things like what colour Lightsaber should Starkiller have and why is Luke's head not attached to his body. Enough sketching though, lets get started on the colouring,

Balancing the Force

I say colouring. What I mean is 'lets use a light grey to work out the lighting'. The grey will be easily overwritten so we have a bit of room to experiment and it keep me from doing the outlines first. Another option would be to use yellow, it just comes down to what tone you want your image to take on. There's a lot of ships and metallic in this piece so I went with the grey.

Notice how the left half of the image is always darker? Tha'ts intentional. By loading up on characters there's just going to be more dark there. Why have I done this? Because it offsets the big blob of dark on the right that is the Emperor and Darth. Basically I'm looking to balance the force. Its also why Luke and Leia are in white. That and so they are the main focus of the image I want the ye to start or end thee.

It's a Trap

I don’t want to be using that many colours on this piece. With all the different people and objects here the composition could easily start to break up if everything got its own pallet. This stage then is about making sure that doesn’t happen, all the blues are the same blue, all the browns likewise. I think I even managed to stick with this rule all the way though which is good because it can be so tempting to just think, hmm what if I just add a smidge of this colour here?

I should really have added the ships at this stage though. You can already see how areas of the image I'm less sure about are falling behind the others in terms of how far along they are. (keep an eye on Darth for example)

This is the Droid I was Looking for

I was tempted to stop here.

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I don’t normally do pastel shades but this was working, all I had to do was come up with a background and...

… Yeah, no, space is dark, I've designed myself into a comer so we will have to keep going.    

If you have been wondering about why characters are where they are, beyond the timeline aspect, there were three other considerations.

1. Are you a bad-guy? If yes your probably a big floaty head the rest of the cast can anchor around.

2. Are you a hero? If yes, you probably have most or all of a body, good job you.

3. Are you someone I like? I'm colouring I don’t know how many people and have free reign, naturally your going to find that my preferences bleed into the design.

Yes that is why chopper is font and center.

Space is Big, Like Really Big.

I found these glitter gel pens. No idea if they would wok on this material but if they did it would make colouring stars way easier. Not particularly economical, I used them up just on the background but the nice thing about them is that the glitter breaks up the colours and gives a sense of depth to areas that would otherwise be large and flat. Time will tell if the stars stay on the mat, But you have to experiment right, how else do you learn new things?  

I gave it an extra few layers of sealant just for go measure.

Back on topic. I might have gone a little hard on the quantity of red in Maul's face, it's started to spread. Luckily Thawn has darker hair so it's an easy fix but it's still a reminder not to get carried away.

Mostly Harmless

Hey Darth finally has arms, The pose took some time to get right to be honest. It had to fit the existing upper chest and head and align with the vanishing point since its so close. In the end I fond a one that had the Lightsaber out horizontal and after that it was just a case of getting the other arm right. I went back and forth on the city scene, easing the buildings then adding them back in. something needed to be there to contrast with the stuff in front but I just wasn’t feeling it. turns out they just hadn’t been dark enough and making them practically black with little window lights was the way forward.

Almost everything is in now, but as usual I still have the eyes on most of these people to add. I also need to do something with the Emperor. He's the biggest thing on the mat, he needs a little more respect/detail than I have given him so far.

The Final Frontier.

Add clouds to the planets atmosphere, make the stars and Lightsabers glow in the dark (glow under UV light actually) and just generally go around tiding up. I'm just about done here. OK applying the sealant and taking pictures comes last but close enough.

I guess I should actually count the number of things on the mat then. Just a sec...

110ish! Give or take. That's quite a big number, and not something I think I'm going to be beating anytime soon. Probably...

Next time, lets simplify things a bit huh.