#but you can squish it and it'll be a little out of shape but you can easily reshape it

[terras-domain]

Memories of Us

Characters: Kim Chaehyun, Yu Jimin (Karina)

Tags: friends with benefits, sensual, lesbian sex, titty play, pussy play, somewhat fluff

Words: 1869 words

Author's Note: Hiiiiii terra here! Tbh I'm really excited for this work especially if it blows out. I think the dynamic between Chaehyun and Karina would work so well together especially since surprise surprise CHAEHYUN WAS FROM FUCKING SM! I think we can lead this to adding another idol which I'm pretty sure we all know who if it's Yu Jimin, right? In any case, I'll do my best to this work and if I think it's good enough, I'll try to do continue it more as a series. Enjoy <33!

"With MY world in the back, WORLD in the back YEAH!" As the song slowly ended, Chaehyun hurries towards Karina, wrapping her arms around her hips as Karina looks at her with a soft smile, patting her head before looking at the camera, waving to end the TikTok challenge for Drama. "Alright, thank you so much for your hard work, girls." The cameraman showed a thumbs up as the crew clapped their hands for their hard work, starting to pack up their tools and get going for the next video production. "Uwaaah~ unnie you did so well~" Chaehyun's eyes sparkles as she looks up to Karina, clearly enthusiastic of meeting her old friend back when she was an SM trainee. "Awww Chaehyun knock it off with the formals~! Jimin is good enough and you know that, right?" Karina giggled, seeing the bubbly Chaehyun in front of her, rolling back their trainee days. The times where Chaehyun had to endure a lot of criticisms for her lack of dancing and her body shape, Karina has always been there to support and comfort her, often giving her encouragement to do better too. Such precious memories for the Kep1er vocalist even though it was short due to SM terminating her contract.

After a little small talk, Karina invited Chaehyun to relax at aespa's waiting room. The girls are out to buy coffee at the barista downstairs, so it'll be just the two of them for the time being. As they both lounged on the couch, Chaehyun leaned down to Karina's shoulders, sighing. "I missed you, Jiminnie." Her tone started to sound like a vent. Karina, who is still clueless about the situation, only patted her head, smiling while still scrolling through her Instagram feed. "Awww, but I'm here now, right? Hahah c'mon Chae~ cheer up a bit." Karina playfully caressed Chaehyun's cheeks, pinching and pulling it while giggling as the ex-SM trainee pouted. "I'm being serious here Jimiiin~" She scowled and threw a little tantrum, which only fueled Karina's laughter more, seeing Chaehyun's adorable face blush red from anger and embarrassment. She has to admit, she did miss teasing Chaehyun, although she does have Winter as her victim now.

Despite Chaehyun's adorable growls of frustration, Karina still didn't take her seriously. Her hands are still fixated on Chaehyun round puffy face, squishing her cheeks and pinching them occasionally. It was at that point Chaehyun lost it, grabbing her unnie's hands and pushing them away and now hugging her tight, almost like she's trying to squeeze her body. "Unniieeeee! I'm being serious here!" Her red flushed face faced to the cushions of the couch. Blushing from her out of character behaviour, she can't even move a muscle, still flustered from her actions towards her unnie that she looks up to so much. Karina could only bite her lips, trying not to burst out and laugh. After taking a long, deep breath, Karina sighed, and slowly tapped her old colleague's scalp, scratching it a bit as if she's doing one of her ASMR lives, trying to comfort the shy Chaehyun. "Alright Chae Chae, what is it? I'll take you seriously this time~" She smiled as soon as Chaehyun's face lifts up, pouting as her large round eyes shined back too Karina's. "I missed you, Jiminnie."

Karina only sighed as she smiled, looking art her old friend being as clingy and adorable as she remembers, the same Kim Chaehyun she spends her time with for years together in the SM building. She can see the attachment Chaehyun had with her, and it melted her heart. "I missed you too, Chaehyun." Karina ruffled Chaehyun's hair, before her hand guided the main vocalist up, making their faces level. Karina slowly lifted up Chaehyun's bangs, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "I'm here for you Chae~" a soft whisper echoed into Chaehyun's ear, giving her goosebumps, both from the cringeyness of Karina's words but also the nostalgia. The feeling when she always had Karina by her side, caring and supporting her every step of the way. After the kiss Karina gave on her forehead, Chaehyun looked as if she spaced out, lost in thought. "Chae...?" Karina snapped her fingers, trying to gain her consciousness again. She eventually did, but not a word was let out of her mouth. Instead a kiss on the cheeks, her mouth charging to Karina's.

"Mh~!" Karina was flustered, but also not really surprised by the sudden reaction by Chaehyun. She's always been a clingy little baby to her and she guesses that little clinginess never faded away from Chaehyun's nature. Instead of pushing her away, Karina embraced her, tucking Chaehyun's long wavy hair behind her ears as Karina softly caressed the back of her scalp. The kiss lasted for about 30 seconds before Karina broke the two pairs of lips' moment of connection, leaving the two in a state of silence. Chaehyun was blushing, red as a tomato and Karina was just trying to process the whole situation, not knowing what to do. "J-Jiminnie~ I want m-more, please~!" With her face facing the couch, Chaehyun's plead for satisfaction was said aloud, finally admitting to her desires.

Karina could never say no to those cute puppy eyes of Chaehyun. All she could do is please Chaehyun's undying desire for her. Her former colleague in SM, both now in seperate ways, but their lips never this close in their lives. Karina pinning the Kep1er member to the wall and kissing her pretty mouth, occasionally sucking on Chaehyun's tongue which made her whimper, melting in Karina's arms. "Fuuuuck~ Jiminnie~" Chaehyun was just a mess at that point, having her mouth dominated by her old friend back in SM, her whimpers and words weren't even fully audible due to her lips being locked my Karina's. The aespa leader takes charge, tiptoeing her fingers slowly towards Chaehyun's crotch, touching the wet spot on her safety shorts. "You've been enjoying a lot haven't you, Chae?" Chaehyun couldn't do a thing but pout and nod to Karina's question.

The excited Yu Jimin giggled, seeing how adorable Chaehyun is behaving, making the sexual tension in the room sky rocket. Karina guided Chaehyun to lean back to her seat, letting her more access to take the lead. Karina gently removes Chaehyun's top, not completely off, just enough to see her bare tits out. They both know that the staff could crash in the room any moment and it's gonna be one hell of an explanation to get them off this situation. "You're so hard here too Chaehyunnie~" Karina looked at her friend's volumed breasts, her nipples getting hard and stiff from the stimulation and the cool-airconditioned room. Chaehyun let out a soft moan before she managed to answer as Karina's mouth takes in her left nipple, sucking on it gently. "Jiminnie~ wait...nghhh-" Chaehyun bit her lips, containing her moans from escaping, she doesn't want the staff to catch them like this. Or even worse, the rest of the aespa members seeing them like this.

Karina continues her pursuit, now her hands roaming towards Chaehyun's inner thighs, hiking up her skirt. "Let me please you down there too, Chaehyun" she whispered, sending shivers down Chaehyun's spine. Chaehyun could feel Karina's hand moving closer to cunt, slowly touching her pussy covered in the white cloth of her panties, dribbles of precum painting on her underwear painting the situation, Chaehyun an absolute mess for Karina. She took charge of the situation by starting to rub her fingers gently on Chaehyun's panties, all whilst her mouth kept on sucking on her old friend's round boob, sucking with Karina's eyes sparkling at Chaehyun's. "Jiminnie, it feels so fucking good~" Chaehyun's moans finally made some human words out. It was words of encouragement for Karina to do more, and more did she do. Karina's hand slide Chaehyun's panties to the side, revealing her pink temple, where Karina starts to slide her index and middle finger inside Chaehyun's pussy. The stimulation made her scream out a moan, Chaehyun starting to lose her cool and turns into a moaning mess, enjoying her old friend's gentle fingers, digging in her cunt which made her twitch and shiver. "Jiminnie~, I'm gonna cum~" Chaehyun cries, putting a smirk on Karina's face. "Cum for me then, Chae. I want you to lots of pleasure~" "oh god, Jiminnie, I'm cummiiiiing!" Karina's words was more than enough to make her cum, releasing out her pleasures and coats Karina's two fingers.

The after effects of Karina's assault on her pussy, Chaehyun is left panting, reaching for air. "Jiminnie, I wanna make you cum too" her eyes looked straight at Karina's eyes, then tracing down her body. Karina, needing to let it out, is as eager as her old trainee partner is. "I need it to Chae. Make me feel good." She asked, her breathy voice sounded full of lust as she undoes her pants, showing her bare cunt. The room is ever so chilly yet the tension between is too hot to handle. Chaehyun didn't need an instruction to understand the situation; instantly falling to her knees, between Yu Jimin's legs. Chaehyun takes her tongue out, her mouth now on Karina's pussy, starting to lick it while looking up at the aespa leader's eyes.

Karina tilted her head back, feeling the cold tender lips of Chaehyun starting to give the attention she needed, making her moan as her hands hold on her boobs, groping herself as she enjoys the pleasure. "F-fuuuuck, yes Chae~. Just like that, I love your mouth so bad." Once again, Chaehyun is motivated by Karina's words, Chaehyun gets her mouth to work even more, letting her tongue get inside her pussy. Her mouth did a great job in turning on Karina, as she moans louder, getting herself more stimulated, moaning loudly as her hand is on Chaehyun's long hair. "Fuuuck Chaehyun. I can't do this any longer. I-I wanna cum" Chaehyun didn't reply, only a nod from her whilst remaining between Karina's legs as the room is now only filled with Karina's moans. Karina gripped Chaehyun's hair, flexing her thighs as her body shivers, unable to take it any longer. "Chae, I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cummiiiiing!" Karina grunted, screaming out her moans as she squirts on Chaehyun's adorable round face. Chaehyun whimpered, tasting her lovable Yu Jimin's sweet cum, looking up to her face, covered in cum.

"That was amazing Chae~" Karina smiled, exhaustion is displayed on her face, the same can be same can be said to Chaehyun. Chaehyun got up and to Karina's face she aims, kissing her passionately, sharing the taste of the aespa ace's cum. They enjoy a deep kiss for a moment before their lips depart, smiling at each other. "Let's clean up this mess before anybody sees us like this shall we?" Karina tilted her head, painting a smile on her face to Chaehyun as the Kep1er vocalist replies with a bright smile. "Of course Jiminnie, this is our little secret, right?" She asked, as they both stood up and looked at each other's messy faces. Karina's reply, a giggle and her index finger on her lips, sealing the deal of their sweet little secret.

[luveline]

Hi Jade! If you feel up to it, could I request steve zombieau and perhaps while reader and steve are on the road maybe she takes care of him for once when he feels ill? Love this series so much ❤️

thank you for your request gorgeous!!! steve zombie!au. fem!reader, 1.3k

cw throwing up/ vomiting

Steve thinks you're awesome even when you piss him off, and you piss him off often (though if it's really your fault is up for debate). He likes your smile, your hands, the way you whisper when the sun goes down even if there's nobody around to hear you but him. He likes how you tie your shoelaces, how you cut open a can, hell, he even likes the way you breathe. Asleep at night, your snoring. 

He's starting to think he likes everything about you. Which is confusing, because a couple of months ago he would wish from time to time that you never met. If he didn't know you, maybe he could leave you behind. If you weren't so endearing, right from the start, he could've left you at Hawkins High and biked across Indiana. He might've been able to catch up with Robin. 

It only took a couple of days of knowing you to realise that wasn't a fair thing to think about. Plus, you saved his life. Steve was never going to leave you behind. So you're permanent, and you're awesome, and Steve hadn't realised until now that among those things, you're a good friend to him. 

"Do you think you're done?" you're asking softly, crouched in a dusty room with him and paying no mind to the vomit puddle at your feet. "We can go sit somewhere else." 

Steve fell to his knees unthinking when the first wave of nausea wracked him. It was the painful twist of guts that you're both nearly, horrifyingly, used to these days. Food poisoning. 

He shakes his head, hands trembling, mouth hot. "Don't think so."

"You want me to get your drink out of your bag?"

"Waste. I'll just throw it back up." 

"It'll make your throat feel better in the meantime." 

You rub his shoulder through his coat, an action that should be useless but in actuality is quite comforting. Steve wonders if he'd have thought to rub your back if it were you throwing up. 

Steve nods once, tight, hating that he needs things. You nod back and dig through your bag for your canteen. He wants to point out the lie, and argue that he'll waste his own water on feeling better and not yours, but the nausea rears and he has to curl his hand into something as he heaves. 

His hair is just long enough to need holding out of his face. You stroke it away from his mouth and wait with him, seemingly unbothered by his vomiting. It gets on your shoes and you still don't care, you just hum sympathetically, carding hair behind his ears. "You should listen to yourself more often, Steve, you said those spaghetti shapes tasted weird." 

"I thought maybe they tasted strange because I'm not five anymore," he says hoarsely. 

You laugh and hug his shoulders. "Poor guy," you say near his ear, your fondness a warming thing as you press your face to the side of his head. You squeeze him gently. "Does this make you feel better at all, or am I making it worse?" 

"Better." He closes his eyes, hands on his knees. "Definitely better." 

You hug him for a while. Faces squished together, your arms around him. Eventually he puts a hand on your thigh and slumps into you like a loser. 

You move him away from his gross throw up pool and insist on staying in a different room. Food poisoning is just one of those things you've had to learn to live with when things get tough, scraping by and risking it on an empty stomach. There truthfully isn't much for Steve to even expel but his body found it, and for the rest of the day he feels drained. 

You dote. Steve is a little surprised, he must look especially pathetic or something. You don't tease him for being grumpy or look after him with any feigned begrudgement, you just do it. You gather cushions for him and sit him down on a single bed (he refuses to sleep it off). You take his shoes and wash them with your own, sitting beside him when you're done, the two of you in your socks. He could pretend you were friends hanging out after work like he and Robin used to do, pyjama movie nights that left popcorn crumbs in his bed for days after. 

He misses her, then. More than he can explain. It sucks any energy he had left out of him. He lays back in bed and let's you take care of him for a bit.

Hours later, when it's dark, and you've made the executive decision to seal the house and stay the night, you lay beside him with your neck skewed funny against the wall, pulling his arm to your stomach. He gets this crazy feeling like butterflies in his stomach that he puts down to lingering nausea. 

"You feeling any better?" you ask, your hand smoothing up and down his arm as you talk. You, your hand begins to fall. Feeling, it strokes gently over his pulse. Any, your hand lightens, fingertips tracing his skin. Better, they climb the hill of his arm. You clasp the crook of his elbow in your hand like another hug. 

"I feel fine." 

"You can try and eat some of the emergency jerky before we sleep, okay? It'll be easy to keep down, even if you have to ruin your teeth chewing it." 

He brushed vigorously after throwing up. The jerky will taste like mint. It honestly doesn't even matter to him, so long as you keep stroking his arm. "In a bit," he agrees. 

"Okay… I'm sorry you're sick, Steve." 

"Why are you sorry?" he asks, surprised. 

"It's not nice seeing you sick. Like, it's gross seeing someone else throw up, but I don't like seeing you all mopey and sad."

"Now you know how I feel." He turns his head to yours. "You always have something wrong with you." 

You look away from him. Steve didn't say it to embarrass you, he just meant that seeing you unwell and hurting so often hurts him, because he cares about you. The point was that he cares. 

He lifts his head to remove one of his pillows. "Here. You'll mess up your neck." 

"You'd have to do all my looking for me," you say sheepishly, lifting your head like he had to accept the pillow. 

"You'd have a bad neck," he says. He hopes you get it. The problem wouldn't be having to do things for you; taking care of you isn't something he thinks about anymore, it's just another thing he does to survive. 

You seem to understand, closing your eyes, curling so your face is a little closer to his, his arm still very much in your grasp. Steve thinks fuck it, fuck thinking, he's sick and tired and maybe you've been his friend this whole time. He turns on his side and put his arm over your chest in a half-hug. 

"Did you put a chair in front of the door?" he asks, closing his eyes. 

"Yeah, I did. Are we sleeping?" 

Steve presses his face into your shoulder in answer. A nap will do you both good. 

(You sleep for sixteen hours, the best either of you have slept for weeks.) 

[rocketbirdie]

Have you ever drawn Sephiroth? Also my favorite post of urs is Cloud and Zack chained together and getting caught by a poll XD ALSO ALSO how do u find an art style?? I've been asking this question to a lot of ppl but never get anything that helps me- my "art style" is always inconsistent and I'm trying to do something that expression how I feel as a person while drawing a character (but maybe it's because as a person I'm all over the place and I can't pinpoint how to express myself) I can give a little ref for a few of my drawing to show how inconsistent they are😓 though some things stay the same a lot of other things change (people say I'm hard on myself but I feel like it needs to look a certain way for me to like it ig also also also the 2nd drawing was a fixed version of the og because it was well elongated.. can you tell im no good at anatomy-?)

ANYWAYS SORRY FOR THE RANT!! 😓

HI NO WORRIES FOR THE RANT!! Regretfully I have not drawn a whole lot of Sephiroth... perhaps that shall change someday? 🤔

Hmm I think I know what most people's advice would be, like "oh don't worry about art style just do whatever you like!" and yes, that's kinda true, but it's not really helpful. So here's my thoughts on the matter:

I find that the best approach to finding a style that fits you is to start by identifying your own tastes in art. Instead of worrying about consistency, focus on finding brushes/tools that feel good to use, colors and lines that appeal to you, and then play around with those. You'll find it a lot easier to make art that you like if you let yourself have fun with it, as opposed to subjecting it to pass/fail criteria.

For example, it's probably not surprising to hear that I love vibrant, colorful geometric art. I struggled for so long trying to use fancy brushes and weighted paintstrokes to make more realistic portraits, and it frustrated me because even if other people said it looked great, nothing I made looked right to me. Turns out it was my toolkit hiding my own art style from me. The moment I switched to solid colors and the goofy default pen setting, BOOM. Suddenly I was on a roll.

As for anatomy, you're already doing great!! My trick for anatomy (and for anything at all, really) is to break it down into simple 3d shapes. Fun fact, almost everything with the human body is just varying cylinders. Your neck? Cylinder. Hand? 5 cylinders attached to a cylinder that's been slightly squished. Torso? That's cylinder, babe! Arms? Legs? You guessed it, cylinders.

Challenge yourself HARD, EARLY. Don't wait until you think you're "good enough" to do a big intimidating project, or else you'll be waiting forever. Draw those difficult angles, perspectives, and compositions NOW, not later! It'll make the things that you're already good at feel ridiculously easy, and make those things come naturally to you, enabling you to focus your efforts into the stuff you do want to get better at.

[quietwingsinthesky]

gut eight for me please. kitty

>problem: don't know any of eight's other companions >solution: let eight interact with characters I do know >rose noble sure was casual about keeping an injured alien in her shed, huh. almost like she'd done it before.

The Doctor wakes up, not in the same alley that he was stumbling through in a haze of blood loss and pain but somewhere warm and soft. He gingerly opens his eyes, but the light that illuminates the room isn't so bright that he even has to squint. He hears a sharp breath and turns his head towards it. There's a girl with his blood drying under her nails and a look on her face that's half hope, half fear. "You're alive," she says. "I don't know what I was going to do if you didn't wake up."

The Doctor tries to sit up, but his abdomen screams in pain. His hand flies down, expecting to find himself still bleeding out, but it skims along a mostly dry bandage instead. He pokes at it and feels the twinge of skin pulled too tight beneath and the pinprick pains of stitches. He looks back up at the girl, and her voice shakes a little when she says, "I don't know how I did that, either. I mean, I sew, but that's completely different, that's-"

"You may have saved my life," the Doctor says. That's a relief to her, he can tell. He frowns. Unless he's been yanked off-planet, she should be human. "You didn't call an ambulance, did you?" He'd rather not walk away with the stitches so fresh, but…

"No," she says. "I should have. But-" She falters, searching for an explanation she doesn't have, and eventually, all she can give him is, "I've never liked hospitals." He smiles.

"Me neither." He gets a better look at his surroundings. He's been laying on a pile of plush toys. He picks one up and finds it bloodstained. "Oh. Sorry."

"It's fine," she says. "Most of the ones I keep stacked up over there, I'm not selling. It'll wash out." He turns over the toy in his hand.

From the oddly shaped head to the thick body, he can't help but ask, "Is this a Judoon?"

"A what?"

"A Judoon. Intergalatic police force. They…" He trails off at her expression.

"Holy shit, you really are an alien." She finally takes a step closer to him. "I thought I was crazy."

He holds out his hand. She steps forward again to take it. "I'm the Doctor."

"Rose," she says. "Rose Noble- Sorry, just the Doctor?"

"Just the Doctor." For a moment, she frowns, pursing her lips like there's something right on the tip of her tongue she can't place. It's the strangest thing; he's got the same feeling. He searches her face for answers, but she's just an ordinary human teenager. His mind slides right off of figuring out the source of how familiar she seems, no matter how he tries to focus. She sits down next to him and takes the Judoon plush from his hands, examining it like she's seeing her own work for the first time.

"I knew I had to help you," she says. "I didn't even know you were out behind our house, but it was like I could feel this weird pull. I had to." He pulls another plush out from under himself. A cyberman. He's surrounded by the cutest forms of his worst foes. He laughs softly as he squishes the cyberman's face. "I felt your pulse. I didn't think it could be real."

He holds out his wrist to her. Rose presses two fingers against it. Her eyes widen at the doubled heartbeats.

She looks up at him again, and for a moment, her eyes glow.

A reflection of the shed's light, something reassures him. Rose blinks, and it disappears.

"I have to find somewhere better to hide you than my shed, though. If Mum finds you in here, she'll kill you." He nods.

"My ship isn't far from here," he tells her. "Could I keep one of these, Rose?" At that, she looks delighted.

"Absolutely. Any of them."

(When he leaves Earth again, after asking Rose to come—a grin, then hesitation, then she looks back home and he knows, already, what she's going to say before she says it, "I don't want Mum to come home and find me missing. Maybe… next time?" but he does promise her, and means it, next time—and pinpointing where his attacker has fled back through space, there's a tiny plush dalek sitting on his TARDIS console, the most and only adorable one in the entire universe.)

[scriv3lloirl]

mr scriv3lloirl do you have any tips on drawing chubby orin 🙏🙏🙏

"Mr Scriv3lloirl"? Heh. Y'ur funny. But y'all can jus call me Orin (or Sen, I s'pose. But Orin is really preferred.)

I'll be yappin a whole ton, so check under the cut fer' the lengthy response I'm boutta givin ya.

I ain't the best at givin art advice or tips, so bear wit me if I end up talkin bout random shit.

I have Aphantasia, look it up if ya don't know what it is, so references are my one true love. My phone gallery is constantly full of art pose, tips n things I find online cus the way an artist drew or explained somethin was/is super helpful.

The biggest tip I can give is references.

I also tend t' use m'self as reference for how I draw Orin too! Cus the way I draw Orin is near identical t' my own endomorph/pear body type so it's real easy t' throw on a tight shirt n snap a picture or two of the pose I wanna draw Orin in, instead of scourin the damn interweb for a pose that's somewhat similar instead of exact.

Lookin at fanart helps too! Ya might have t' go diggin round for some fat Orin art, but I've found plenty here on Tumblr so it isn't impossible.

Usin only circles, I find, gives the body a bloated appearance instead of jus fat. Fat sags! so give it that gravity.

Ovals are better than circles anyway, but that doesnt mean they aren't useful. Jus don't use circles ev'rywhere on a body when shapin it out cus usin jus plain circles can seem inappropriate n fatphobic in a way or make the character look off. There are plen'y of other shapes t' use when drawin fat, plus size, or chubby characters.

You don't jus have t' use round shapes, but the reason why they are used so often is t' give a softer appearance.

Fat can be distributed in bodies differently everywhere, so again, references help tons!

My Orin has wide hips, big thighs n arms, smaller shoulders, fat tits. He's not meant t' be perceived as thin in any way, shape, or form. He's not meant t'be perceived as young either.

Eve'ytime I draw Orin, he's always intended t' be older as when Steve Martin played Orin in the movie, he was in his 40s, so now my version is middle-aged (38-42.) His age also plays a big part in his body type n how I draw it. He has wrinkles near his eyes n deep eyebags plus a few other things that give him a more longer face. All these older features can also play a part in his larger build. Which they do.

The little details are important. Don't flake out on drawin the lil squishes n rolls when skin touches. But don't over do it with the folds, it'll look.. well. Not good.

But you also don't wanna add too much detail at the same time, y'know?

I have more difficulty drawin fat in the face than in the rest of the body as I'm still learnin n practicin, so apologies for not bein able t' give as good advice there for ev'rythin else. One thing I can say, however, is when you draw the neck? Draw it thicker than you normally would.

Yea, so. I think that's it? This is all the advice n such I could think of, hopefully I didn't jus go in circles. Hope this helped a lil, Anon!!

TL;DR - Use a lot of references for fat bodies, n practice makes perfect.

[heartfulselkie]

I love your art style! You do such a good job of drawing characters in adorable ways (especially Chat Noir, he must be protected at all costs).

Do you have any advice on how to draw chibi/chibi-esque characters? I’ve been trying on and off for years and all my attempts inevitably look strangely proportioned and unnatural rather than cute.

Thank you so much! I do tend to enjoy drawing cute things so I end up doing it a lot (with Adrien/Chat Noir being my favourite to draw) 🤭

Chibi/chibi-esque drawing is a little weird since its usually skews the body's proportions. This is why it can look really weird sometimes. But sometimes that weirdness can be charming? It's really a matter of finding a way that works for you and that you like.

For me, my "squish style" (as I like to call it to myself 😂) has taken a lot of trial and error. Drawing, drawing and more drawing is the best thing to improving.

Yes, it sometimes comes out looking awful. I've had plenty of times where I just can't get a drawing to look right. It still happens. Even when I draw comics the same character can look different across multiple panels 🤣

But sometimes a drawing is good enough. And good enough really is GOOD ENOUGH. I can be a perfectionist, but trying to be perfect just ends up in a lot of frustration. Sometimes I look at a drawing I've made and can see the faults in it - but that's a drawing I made and I've decided it's good enough. Being kind to yourself does a lot more for your improvement than people realise, I think.

I'm a little all over the place when it comes to advice, but I'll share something someone told me before and it stuck with me and did a lot to help me relax:

There's no straight lines in the (human) body

Humans are naturally squish and curved! Even when a body is tough and toned, it has natural curves to it. So your lines don't need to be precise.

"Chibi" obviously emphasises on these curves and softness - especially around the face. Simplify the features! Squish and soften them! Are there artists whose styles you like? Trying drawing the bits you like and mix it up! Put Artist A's eye shapes on Artists B's head shapes!

I think the learning part is a fantastic part of doing any kind of art. Yes it can be tedious and tiresome and frustrating at times, but there's really nothing wrong with learning and figuring things out. We all start somewhere. Sometimes things will just click into place, and sometimes it'll take a bit for you to figure out what it is that's bothering you about a drawing.

Just keep experimenting and drawing. It doesn't have to be perfect. You're just aiming for something you can say "that's good enough" and take enjoyment from that. I believe I really started to improve myself when I took "good enough" instead of "100% perfect" as my end point for my drawings.

[cutestanomaly]

That's one way to use moss.

So we've had a talk on stream about some kink and fetish stuff, and one hell of an idea was given to me. I need to write more, and this is such an odd but cute concept I can't not give it a shot.

Heads up for sorta portal play, weird masturbation materials, exhibitionism, and a dick-having but gender-ambiguous Reader POV alongside my own persona.

"In theory, as long as it's something that's come from my personal cultivation..." The Librarian of the Dawn's Reverie quietly mused to herself as you flipped through her notes. Again and again she's attempted to fully understand the body she's been gifted, though again and again it's left the both of you stumped. When one discovery is made, it only seemed to bring more questions with it.

Your finger traced over words you'll never understand, symbols that only made sense to the doll pacing a few feet away from the table you'd claimed. As you readjusted in your cushioned bench seat, you caught her approaching from your peripheral. Questionably porcelain hands spread across the pages in front of you, one rising shortly after.

"Hold out your hand." Her raised hand began to seep a black substance, almost the consistency of sap with the sheen of oil from the segments of her fingers. Despite your reluctance, you knew the Librarian would just push her impulsive ideas onto you if you didn't comply. A glob of moisture hit your palm, squirming against your skin as it shaped itself into a long and thin cylinder.

Quiet. She didn't say anything, she just looked at you expectedly. "And what do you want me to do with this?" You were the one to break the silence, taking the object between your fingers to give it a proper look. It was composed of whatever she called her moss, that much was obvious. Something that felt like moss, had a little bit of squish to it - but could cut your fingers if it was willed into a firmer shape. It had this slick coating over its surface, threatening to slide from your grip if you so much as looked at it wrong.

"Mess around with it. Pull on it. Bend it and cause tension on its surface, but work from top to bottom! See, I've got this new theory—" As she started blabbering on, she formed another rod from her opposite hand, the second being thicker and shorter. She didn't have to ask you to take it, knowing you would the second she held it out to you.

"— The moss in me basically acts as muscles and blood, so if I take it from certain places of my body, maybe if I focus enough, it'll feel like some sort of projection."

"So you're thinking if I mess with these, you'll feel it in what? Your wrist?"

"Specifically my right hand's middle finger and my left's thumb. Hence the difference in sizing. To uh, visualize."

Pinches. Pushes. Bends. Each little movement seemed to make those labeled fingers involuntarily follow the movement. Mimicking the ways you bent the test pieces to a limit. Even slightly replicating where each joint would be. The material began to soften over time, turning into a mess of squishy weirdly moist plant matter once the Librarian began chatting with another guest. You could still play with the mass of moss, and her fingers would still flicker and twitch. Just without purpose. Without certainty. Like her nonexistent nerves were being forcibly fired off.

That mass of plant whatever felt kind of nice against the skin. Soft, not too wet, weirdly warm... did the doll have any internal body heat?

"Hey, Alice." You try not to raise your voice too much, on account of being in a library. Her head turned to you briefly before sending her guest on their way, offering you her full attention again.

"I know, I felt it. Without giving it form, seems as if it just sends mimicked signals to whatever location it was pulled from..."

"So, we can say it's mimics the limbs you pull it from. But if you want exact translations,"

"I have to keep my full focus on it, yeah."

At the least, it was progress. But like every other discovery, it brought up another question. You must have had some expression of sudden enlightenment with how the Librarian gave her head a soft tilt. Your hand extended to offer the clump of her internal... organs? Blood? Flesh? Her innards. As grotesque as the thought was, the next made the mental image all the more unhinged.

"Hey. What if we have a little fun with it?" You lowered your voice further to avoid being heard by the others around the Library's floor, though she didn't seem to catch on instantly. Her hand came to take yours, the plant matter worming its way back into the spaces between her ball joints. You could feel it crawling along your palm, unnaturally smooth and with little traction.

"Fun with it? I could see it being a good sort of alert system, but I don't—" Her words met a pause as you took her hand, your eyes locked onto the painted hearts that replaced her pupils. The doll's hand flinched in a slight surprise before it relaxed again, fingers bending to return the hold.

"C'mon, do I have to spell it out? If you can feel what the moss feels, don't you think if it came from certain places it could be a lot more interesting to mess around with?"

The Librarian's eyes darted between yours, watching your gaze fall downward and towards her stomach. It was that shift in focus that made her hand cling to yours, a slow and long breath taken by the doll to avoid an outburst. She couldn't hid the red that took her face, or the sudden inability to look you in the eye.

"Oh! Oh. That's. You meant from there. There? I mean, if it could send the signals to my fingers, then..."

Her free hand came to cover her mouth, the impact making a muffled click, a series of the gentle taps sounding with an impatient finger.

When she spoke again, it was aimed only towards you as her thumb made a soft stroke against the ball of your palm. "Okay, fine. Fine. Only for the sake of science! Or magic! Or whatever we wanna call this! How uh. How should we do that though?"

"If it turns into a sort of semi-liquid when you're not focused on it, then we'll need a kind of container for it to cling to. And while it might be the last time I use it, I do have a stroker in my bag."

"Why do you have a stroker in your bag-." She hissed it through her teeth, shooting closer to you in a lean forward from across the table.

A shrug was your physical response. "I thought you'd keep me here overnight and you'd still be too busy."

Heaving out a sigh, The Librarian's head fell as her wings gave a few small flaps. With your hand still in hers, you could at the least give her a reassuring squeeze. Embarrassment was painted on her face, but it didn't stop her from slipping her hand from yours to walk around the table and take the seat next to you. With your backs to a wall, the bench kept some sense of comfort and the table would offer some semblance of protection. She always liked this little corner for a reason.

She began to clean up her paperwork, giving you the opportunity to fetch the catalyst for either the best or worst experience you'd both have. A subtle glance around ensured that no one would want to grab either of your attentions, your bag set between the two of you for easier access.

"Honestly, this has got to be one of the stupidest perverted ideas you've had." The Doll whispered against her finger, which had traveled between her teeth in anticipation. More likely the anticipation of her making a noise.

"You're the one saying yes to it." An easy comeback for you to make as you brought the toy to the opening of your bag, giving a gentle nod of your head towards it.

It was still oddly cute to watch her take the silicon toy and wrap her fingers around its form. The Librarian seemed to squirm in place as she slipped her thumb into the opening, her eyes darting between the toy and yourself. Not your face, but the slow action of you revealing yourself under the table. Even if she'd seen you naked before, she treated every time as if it was the first. Something that made her giddy with nerves and glee alike.

"Here - Okay, it uh... I transferred the material from... You better be gentle, if this is going to work like we think it'll work."

"I mean, I'll try. But you better be quiet." Your fingers pressed by the lips of the entrance to take a peak, and... well, it was kinda gross. You really shouldn't even be considering sticking your dick in that thing.

However, the sloshy plant matter that came from the Doll squirmed and flowed against the walls of the masturbation toy, tendrils of that inky substance sliding between the bumps and ridges designed for your pleasure. Deciding it best to test the theory first, your thumb slipped into the entrance to penetrate the plant matter. Maybe you could have been slower.

The Librarian's breath hitched as a squeal nearly slipped, her hand shooting open to properly cover her mouth as her hips jolted forward. You could already see her shaking, and shooting you a glare from over her hand. As your thumb made a slower push inward, her eyes closed and her body lurched over the top of the table.

"I think it works." You offered a gentle whisper as your thumb drew backwards, pushing and pulling against the entrance of the toy. You could feel the moss wrapping around your thumb, the ivy-like ropes softly dragging against your skin. Squeezing your thumb, and stroking the surface in a coiled grip.

"And I think you're trying really, really hard to focus on me." It was almost like she was trying to milk you as a form of revenge - the generally collected girl squirming and wriggling from such a simple touch.

"Shhh... it's way different than - than - fuck..."

"Than your insert? Feels a lot more personal, right?"

Her hand drifted between her legs, her head resting against the table to try and hide herself further. It couldn't hide her rolled up skirt, or the fingers rubbing at the outside of her purple lace panties. The small bow on the front bouncing each time her fingertips passes the fabric. The back and forth of your thumb was seemingly matched in pace.

Her lips remained parted as she tried to keep herself into acceptable volume, her free hand returning to her mouth to properly muffle herself. At least that way, you could hear the quiet moans that escaped. The deep breaths that tried to ease her. See the strands of drool already dribbling onto the table below. The Doll's feathers had splayed in a useless attempt to gain some control, but it just encouraged you to bring your fingers to the top of one.

Fingers gliding along the shape of the feathers, gently pushing upon the space... it was enough of a distraction that the insertion of your cock was all the more intense. She nearly hit the table as her legs kicked out, death in her eyes as she looked at the base touching the lips of the toy.

You could have sworn you saw a little bump in her stomach, twitching with each pulse of your length. Already she was wrapping around you entirely, the tendrils circling your cock and squeezing down with each pass. Rolling, grinding, wriggling, clinging. . . "You're starting to - to feel it too now, right?" She had to make her own little dig, but she was right. The attachment she'd usually connect for this sort of action wasn't much different than your toy. Fake flesh, weirdly lubricated on its own with whatever Library magic she had.

But this? You had the lips of the toy pressed to your crotch, and it felt as if she was riding you in one of the most awkward positions ever. Up, and back down - over and over again, making the quietest of wet noises to match. What little smug smile she gained immediately turned into her hiding within her arm the second you moved the toy on your own. Her teeth clamped onto her arm as another glare was shot your way, eyes locked as you, her free hand moving to her stomach to press against the bulge present. Sure enough, you could feel her squeezing around you even further. Fingers pressed from the base of the bump to the tip, applying that further pressure against the underside of your cock. A small circling at the tip, a harder press... It was almost like you two were having a little competition, but either you'd both be winners or losers was up to a later argument. The more you moved the toy, the more she made the plant matter roll against you. Her eyes were beginning to flutter closed, up until they shut entirely and a squeak slipped against her arm. The plant matter was practically vibrating against you, and ended up being the last push you needed. Heavy gasps left the doll as the toy was filled to the brim, her hand clumsily but quickly moving to grab the top of the toy. Whatever spilled from the opening was absorbed between her fingers, her teeth releasing her arm as she took a deep breath. The moisture around you began to leave, the "moss" and matter drawn back into the doll to leave you inside of a dry toy. It made pulling out of it a pain, but she wasn't thinking of that at the time. Just about you making a mess on the hardwood floor. The Librarian sat up to the best of her ability, shaking her hand off as her shoulders rolled in an attempt to make herself comfortable. Completely to your surprise, her hand cupped the side of her mouth to hide it from the rest of the library, opening up to show your cum resting around her tongue piercing. Long enough for you to make the realization before she swallowed it back down. Wings fluttered in her inability to hide her excitement, painted blue eyes filled with a new shine.

It was... quite a sight. The Librarian pressed herself against your side from over top of your bag, her head to your shoulder and her hand to your thigh. It wasn't there for long, with her touch gliding towards your crotch to wrap around you directly. "Hey, hey..." The doll started, tilting her head to properly face you. "That's one theory squashed... Wanna head back to my room and think some more up?"

[thedemises]

note!... reader has eaten the resu-resu no mi—meaning resurrection—the fruit can revive other people but there are two ways that the user can do to be able to revive that person. one, the user has to give away a few years off of their lifespan and, depending on the number of years, that'll be the amount of years that the revived person will live for god-knows-how-long until they decay and disappear. and the second option is that, the user has to collect some of the selected person's DNA in order to resurrect them. not sure if that's how it'll work in my opinion but let's just pretend that it makes sense 👍 ( 1,866 words!! woah!!! :O it isnt as much as the other one but still a lot! also reader is referred to as “[name]” once )

━━ .  A HEAVY WEIGHED HEART。corazón & law oneshot!!

he wouldn't believe it.

he couldn't, really. it's been too long, to count how many years it's been.

if some soul were to, he wouldn't accept it—that's impossible on his part. resurrection isn't possible at all and cannot happen. that's what he believed—everybody does.

and right here, right now, is where he stands; easily towering over you with his enormous form as his hands—worn off by years of marine training and stressing peeling, dry and cracked from endlessly stuffing them inside the pockets of his tight jeans—tremble and twitch in disbelief and shock.

donquixote rosinante, whom have been dead for the passing thirteen years from the cause of being shot two to three times by his own blood brother, was now alive and breathing like a living being than dead, had he not been revived by you.

he first examines his abnormally large hands, flipping them from one side to the other before having one of them touch his cheek—squishing it a little and then going up to his gold locks, interlocking them in between his slim fingers (and not caring if it messes up the hat he wore).

eventually, tears start to well up in the corners of his eyes and his lower lip tremble whilst his teeth clench together as he tried to keep his emotions in from pouring out aggressively—which he, of course, fails ultimately. happiness and relief registered on his face, he shuts his eyes closed for a second and rubs off the excess years with the sleeve of his shirt before opening them again and began to bawl his eyes out—running towards you with open arms while calling out your name loudly as he cries.

you didn't get a moment to process or open your own arms as you were scooped up and crushed into an almost threatening bone-crushing hug, arms squeezed at your sides with your legs dangling in the air from being picked up off the ground. hearing his loud sobbing and cries of your name as wet tears begin to soak your shoulder, you're not sure if you could comfort him because you can't since your lungs were on the brink of bursting and your arms weren't available to be moved—thanks to corazón hugging the soul out of you unintentionally, his extended arms wrapping around you; including your arms.

your name is continuously called by him alongside saying such as, “i missed you!!!”, “did you revive me?? thank you so much, [name]!!!”, or “do you know where law is??!”. he would've made you deaf in one ear with how loud he's being if it weren't muffled by your shoulder—still, his depressed-sounding voice quite audible nonetheless.

by the time he lessened his grasp (yet remained hugging you in his arms), your chest heaved deeply and took heavy amounts of air from not having the ability the breathe for seconds. corazón had an apologetic expression on his face before he smiled when you turned to him, very much happy to see you again.

you decide to take a few minutes to examine his whole figure, and you can tell clearly that he looked the exact same before the day he was killed—wearing the same heart-patterned shirt, the familiar dark red hood from which those two heart-like shapes hang, that dark feathered mantle hanging from his broad shoulders, his make-up left completely untouched, and the lit cigarette hanging from his painted red lips (thankfully nowhere near your hair or clothes)—except the two-to-three punctured holes were left in his shirt with dried blood seeped into its fabric. from you could see, the gunshot wounds were completely healed except the notable scars left behind.

other than that, he appeared fine—though it's noticeable to see the dried tear tracks traveling from his eyes to the end of his jaw.

“i'm so happy to see you again,” corazón said, voice hoarse from all the sobbing and brawling. he sniffles and hugs you again—this time it was more gentle and not so crushing as it was earlier. the large man rests his chin on your shoulder with closed eyes, he still couldn't believe that this is actually real.

“i do, too.” you pat his back with a hand before he settles you back down to the floor, being careful as he does. that was when you discovered someone else in the area, not just you and corazón alone. exactly just as you anticipated.

turning around in a random direction (ignoring the taller guy's confused and questioning gaze), you cupped one side of your mouth and called out to the figure behind the trees. “hey, law! no use in being part of the shadows, huh?”

corazón's eyes widen at the familiar name, past memories flood into his mind as his breath shakens in a sudden moment.

the unidentified person in question doesn't respond and is quiet—except they quietly step out, and there reveals a raven-haired man with a goatee, wearing a dark-spotted fur hat on his head and holds a sheathed sword over his shoulder. instead of the usual observant expression on his face, you can describe the shock and slight disbelief he shows in his wide eyes—even as he tried to put on a calm demeanour. to this, your own face softens as your lips widen and upturned.

meanwhile, corazón was frozen on his spot, seemingly in pure thunderstuck at the appearance of trafalgar d. water law—now grown up from a frail thirteen year old to an adult in his mid twenty's. nonetheless, the younger donquixote was glad that law was alive and well.

“c-” law tried to speak, but his words die in his throat as he is still in bewilderment on what he just witness earlier. corazón opens his mouth, on an attempt to speak, but his lips close shut like a fish.

“cora-san…?” out came a hoarse whisper from the dark-haired man, drenched in disbelief as his heart ached in his chest. law blinked and stared, terrified that if he moved this would all have been a dream, some twisted apparition due to being so close to his goal. As much as he wanted to run towards corazón, throw his arms around him and feel like the happy child reunited with a father he had once been...

yet, he didn’t dare to move—didn’t dare ruin this precious moment, even if it was fake; a cruel conjuring of his mind, and he still wanted to savor it with every fiber of his being.

“law,”

hearing the voice he heard in both his dreams of happier times and his nightmares of spirling loss, grief, and guilt—law couldn't take much no more. placing a step backwards and balling his hand into a firm fist, the surgeon of death braced himself for the vivid memory of cora-san to blow away like the smoke that danced from the older man's lit cigarette.

on one side, the sun's light shined down upon to reflect the blond's mildly wavy hair, akin to pure gold found in buried treasure. the smile on his own savior's face almost rivaled the brightness of the big star in the blue sky—whisps of white clouds in the distance sat high in the sky as it passed by slowly, almost like a backdrop that made cora-san look as if he had wings.

you decide to walk back a few steps—in case if law were to charge and crash into corazón's lean arms—not daring to say a thing about this whole exchange and let the two individuals have their first conversation without interruption in thirteen years.

law breaks the prologued silence before corazón could. “... you're alive, now.” he starts, in a voice barely above a whisper.

of course, he is. the bigger man glances at your direction, catching glimpse of the current look on your face— if it weren't for you, it would've never happened. —he stared before directing his eyes back to the former kid he took care of.

the blond nods, albeit slowly and hesitant about how the other would act afterwards. a shallow sigh escapes through his nose—he does nothing but lift up an arm to scratch the back of his head and offer (an attempt of) a smile, trying to put together a reason that would be good enough for law.

law forces his eyelids to shut his vision away—taking in everything, counting to ten, feeling his jaw sore from how hardly pressed he’s clenched his teeth to avoid insults spilling out. he firmly stood there, stiff, unmoving, confused, hurt, relieved, angry, and happy. law does know if he should direct that to cora-san or you.

it was a moment of silence in the atmosphere and it extended the longer no one said a thing; that wasn’t until the scent of cigarette smoke got stronger through the surgeon's nostrils and the feeling of arms enclosed around his body. he let out a choked sound—something between a sob and an agitated grunt—his now opened eyes that showed his yellow-colored irises start to shake a little. then, his tense body relaxes against cora-san’s chest and lifts his arms up to wrap them around those familiar shoulders, letting the emotions years in the making create a cascade down his cheeks. in silence, cora-san rested his chin on top of his furry hat, rubbing his back up and down and letting his unofficially adopted son feel everything all at once.

“i am back now, law, that’s all that matters to us. i won’t leave you again.” the blond reassures and felt law grasp at his feathered coat, holding tight in his palms. “c-... cora-san...” law utters through his choked sobs, trembling and shaking all the way.

“...” corazón didn't need any more words to speak as he embraces the surgeon of death in his arms, closing his eyes doing so.

you watch the scene and almost feel tears well up in your own eyes—wiping them away quickly before they fall—with a sad smile that dons your face. and you don't make a move to step away any further to leave the two reunited men alone.

corazón takes a peak at you, and then law, and again looks at you to give you the widest smile he could ever send someone—still hugging law nonetheless—though he shows a hand that is in the pose of a peace sign, which you smile happily.

law remained and didn't want to ever pull away from cora-san's embrace of comfort, as he felt for the first time in years of guilt... that he could live again without the burden cora-san never intended to settle on his shoulders.

and, he has never wanted to thank someone so much as he did now before.

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved. ━━  remembered “i'll never smile again” by tommy dorsey and now i'm sad. :(

[fwoomp-me-up]

So that little Drabble made me wet I won’t lie…

Think I can wish to be an inflatable sex doll or a slutty statue for you to tease whenever?

I mean hell I’d like to be anything

—poetickinkerer

Oh! My very own toy poet? Let's see.

I think Id get the most use out of you by making a little fidget toy - the kind of soft rubbery figure I can keep on my desk to knead and squish around in my hand while I'm on a call.

But then, I think you would appreciate being shown off, so we'll try a faux-crystalline glassy ornamental arrangement. Something decorative to keep on the shelf behind me (on camera!) to catch the afternoon sunlight. Hope you've been practicing your yoga because I'd like to have you holding a graceful pose: Something like a dance, caught and frozen in time.

If I had the workshop and the materials, I could get hands-on and sculpt you out of clay. Sure, most of the time, you'd be alone in the dark, but not forever! When the mood strikes, I'll put on some music and get messy shaping your form and figure. "Is it too bottom heavy? Maybe I should stack more on the bust... Oh, I can make the hips a bit wider so it'll catch the eye from over here..."

Unusual? Sure! Grotesque? Nah! Obscene? Perhaps! Inspiring? Absolutely! Regardless, the final step would be to wave that magic wand and marbilize you. Now that you're ready to last a century, all that's left is to find the right pedestal for your display. While I'd love to keep you around, I'm not sure I have the kind of garden that could do such beauty justice. No, I think I'd have to fake some work orders and get you set up in a public park. Of course, I do have some shred of decency - I'd figure out some sort of top to contain those big puffy nipples. Something that looks light and breezy: a bystander could imagine it billowing in the breeze if it weren't apparently cut from stone. And I suppose some sort of skirt would be warranted as well. Probably something that one would have to get close to if they wanted to peek up it.

But that's all a bit elaborate. If you're giving me free reign, I think I'd just make you a big fuckin plushie. Do you think you'd be a traditional teddy bear or maybe a cute doggie? Something more exotic? As long as you're at least as huggable as a body pillow, you'd be welcome to keep me company on a cozy night.

[mithclearwell]

Just out of curiouse, do you have any tips for beginner artists? I would really appreciate one

Of course! ^-^ I'm more than happy to help!

Let's see...without the ability to have a conversation, I'm not sure where exactly you are in skill level, so I guess I'll start with some basic quality-of-life tips.

General:

You don't have to go to college to get good at art. I didn't go to art school!

Watch youtube videos from good artists, or those you admire!

What kind of art do you ultimately want to produce? This isn't an instance of "I can only pick one thing", it's more like...each type of art requires different skills, and if you know ahead of time what you want to do FIRST, you can narrow down what you have to learn.

learn proper sketching and use of circles and other shapes to build the figure, don't just jump in making the final lines right away! It's not a "cheat", it's proper technique. It's "caring about your work".

Same for references. Google up some images of what you want to draw and look at them while you draw your own picture. It's not only okay, it's what professionals do. You need to train your EYE as well as your hand.

It's okay to mimic styles you like! But be aware that each artist may stretch or squish or exaggerate proportions to fit what they personally like to see. This is why it's IMPERATIVE that you learn realism alongside any manga style you want to try. Once you learn where the eyes sit on the face, the different facial planes and what bones they relate to, and different sizes and builds for the face, you can then manga them up to any style you want!

For real paper:

Use a protector sheet, or wear a glove on your drawing hand. You want to make sure you don't get graphite or colored pencil on the side of your hand, and then smear it on your drawing. Placing a piece of paper under your hand will protect your work!

Don't touch your art with your fingertips. Fingertips have oil and gunk on them, and will smudge your drawing. (If you're working with charcoal, this could work to your advantage! But you're probably not using charcoal. It's messy and usually limited to college art students.)

Get the right tools! You can buy a small eraser set in the art section of Wal-Mart for like $3 -- it has a polymer eraser, a smaller white eraser, and the all-important KNEADED ERASER. This thing can be squished and torn apart and it'll pick up graphite like a champ! Do not bother with hard pink erasers, they're trash.

You don't need special paper to learn. I used to draw on the backs of my dad's extra math photocopy papers. Copy paper is smooth and not too fussy and I like it. "Sketch pads" usually have a rougher grain, and I hate the way the paper feels. Also there's a lot of ugly white spots when you try to shade or use colored pencils. Only use that if you're keeping a cute little book or using pastel crayons or something (or it's all you have). Don't fuss over it too much while you're learning. It won't make much difference until you're ready to specialize!

Blending stumps are cool and even pros use them.

Get a small electric pencil sharpener. They're less than $10 at places like Dollar General, and those stores are literally everywhere.

If you get a manual sharpener in an "art set", that's fine, too, but it hurts my hand to do it manually. I like the ones that have little covers.

It DOES matter what kind of ink pen you use. Gel pens will smear. Most markers are washable, and you better believe they will run at the first hint of moisture. India Ink also smears and runs with water. I recommend Sakura Micron pens, Zig Mangaka pens, or my favorite --- the Kuretaki Bimoji felt tip brush pen. You can get all that on Amazon, and it's like $6. I got the superfine tip.

LET YOUR INK DRY BEFORE YOU PUT MARKERS OR WATERCOLOR OR ANYTHING AT ALL OVER IT. It takes maybe 20 minutes.

If you don't plan to color it, you CAN draw with a ball point pen and it'll look just fine.

Do a tiny little water streak test with any markers you plan to use with watercolor. Just brush a tiny bit of water over the mark after it's dry to see if it bleeds. I use that bleed to my advantage sometimes, but you just gotta be aware of what's what.

Digital:

You can buy a small, cheap tablet from HUION for less than $40. MAKE THE INVESTMENT. IT'S WORTH IT.

Clip Studio Paint is EXCELLENT. Well worth the $50-$60 price tag. I think you can try it before you buy it, too. It gives you access to the Asset Store -- which is the single greatest artistic sharing tool I have EVER seen, and I've used SAI for ...probably a decade... I've used dozens of custom brushes and even made my own, and I just can't even believe what is available with CSP. Do yourself a favor and get it.

"But I can't use a tablet! I can't look at a screen while I draw!" Yes you can. YES you can. Yes you can, if you'll just try it. "but I tried once and it didn't work" Well YEAH, if you only tried a handful of times, OF COURSE it didn't work. Do you know what practice is? HUION screen tablets are over $300!!!!! Do you have that kind of disposable income lyin around? (plz donate some to me if you do lololjk =u=; )

Start saving a folder full of refs.

Ask people to tell you what to draw. Let them request something for free. This makes you draw things you wouldn't normally draw, and there is INCREDIBLE value in stepping outside of your comfort zone. You will level up in no time.

Whew...that covers most of the basics, I think. If you have something specific you want me to go into more detail on, please let me know! I love helping ;w;

[freebooter4ever]

Hi I wonder

If/when you finish Geno’s sculpture will you be able to program it to move? Like animation?

I’m not familiar with 3d modeling

this is a very good question, actually! cause the easy answer is yes, absolutely. the more complicated answer is that the topology i've modeled is optimized for sculpture rather than animation, so to turn it into an animated character and get clean movement i would have to make some modifications around the sections that deform the most (shoulders, elbows, knees, etc). brief lunchtime course in topology under the cut :)

the topology or 'wireframe' of a character represents the polygons. and each polygon is defined by vertices which are the actual coordinates stored in the computer that tells it to render these objects!

on the left is the sculpt that im working on, and on the right is the 'smoothed' version where the computer calculates a curved spline between points instead of a flat polygon (with certain specific case like where i've told it to 'crease' edges which will keep the sharp polygon line).

My goal in this sculpt (like the skate and the helmet and the gear) was to keep polycount as low as possible to give myself the cleanest lines in a way similar to how i process drawings. This means i have large shapes with as few polygons as i can get away with, so there's certain areas that have very very few polygons entirely. The biggest example of this is the back and the shoulder/arm connection:

if i were topologizing this for animation the 'wireframe' lines would be concentrated where deformation happens. So when I raise the arm the shoulder would have enough geo to stay defined and smooth instead of stretching. right now if i bent his elbow it would cause this problem. luckily, im only planning to bend his elbow for a few poses in a final sculpt - so when i finish with the pose i will go back in and add whatever extra geo is necessary.

anyway the purpose of my sculpting with as little polygons as i can is to keep the silhouette as well as keeping it as clean as possible so that it'll look good in toon shaders. (you can see the 'active points' is under 4k' in the corner there)

the best example i have of this is the face which is absolutely not done so dont judge me but its finally at a point where it doesnt look too terrifying:

on the right is the quick sculpt i did just to get a feel for his face in 3D - this was done with clay sculpting and you can see even though i used the hard surface brush its made up of millions of little vertices so doesn't have that 'clean' look. the goal is to make the gray spaces between as flat as possible to make that toon 2D look in 3D. :)

my face topology is based off which lines i want to 'show' as my 'drawing' lines and wouldn't necessarily result in good animation. geno's lips are driving me crazy - i have so many photos and still they aren't good enough. there's that bow shape on his bottom lip that i'm trying to recreate in geo and its slow going. i take a break from whatever apps or shit im working on, tinker with his lip shape for a half hour, and then go back to working lol.

here's an example of a hard surface object which doesn't deform (because if a helmet squishes thats....thats probably a very bad sign for the player) and so can be as high res as i want it to be to get the level of detail i want:

why am i doing all this? i dunno im crazy. sometime in october a character artist from a big name studio told me my portfolio needed to reflect their 'style' more if i wanted to be hired there and my reaction was well fuck this im figuring out what my OWN style looks like in 3D. probably not the smartest career move. (ive spent 10 years in this industry and i have been a chameleon the entire time blending into everyone else's style. if im spending my own money on this i want it to be mine)

but, going back to the original question, my vision back in october was a beauty sculpt of geno in some action shot - on the ice with the puck or celly. and the sculpt would be crisp and clean and lit with sharp angular lights like how i draw (getting his cheekbone right is a must and makes me cry). and on a turntable. so thats the goal, no animation necessary, and its looking like i might get there in the next month. :)

the, uh, torso sculpt is cause i want to do an extra pose of him looking sexy in his locker stall with his armor gear and shit (pants ON though, you can see i have not sculpted past the waist :P). thats just for me lmao.

[kachikirby]

GranEssex Chronicles: Chapter 2 - Adjustment

It was the day after Meta was brought aboard the GranEssex and Kurabe felt it was time to get him used to the ship and her crew.

"Meta, allow me to introduce you to Mercury."

To her, there was no better person to start that with then with the vice-captain of the ship, Mercury. There was one problem with this, though: Meta still seemed wary about her, despite showing much curiosity about the metal woman yesterday. Mercury herself could also tell that the child was wary as well, so she decided to show off her specialty. The woman's body began to morph into a different form, becoming a silver copy of Kurabe. This instantly grabbed Meta's attention with his hesitance dropping a little.

"How did you do that?!" He said in amazement.

Mercury gave a soft chuckle. "I am a Limet, a race of shapeshifters. I can become anything-"

She then morphed into an exact copy of Meta.

"Or anyone. I have my limits, of course, there's a few things I can't copy, and some transformations use up a lot of energy. When I run out of energy..."

She then morphed into a small silver blob.

"I revert to my original form."

His curiosity further piqued, the child picked up the small blob, which was roughly the size of his foot.

"Is this how you really look?" He asked.

He then gave the blob a light squeeze. "You're so squishy..."

Internally, Mercury was trying to remain calm. Not only did she not like being in her original form, she also didn't like being squeezed. But if it meant getting Meta to warm up to her, she would just have to deal with it.

"Squishy... squishy..."

Admittedly, Kurabe was much too entertained by the child's amusement to say anything.

"...what's this?"

He gave a slight squeeze to the blue, diamond-shaped object within the blob. That's when Mercury shot out of Meta's hands and transformed back into her preferred appearance.

"That was my core. My heart, in other terms. I'd appreciate it if you don't do that. Ever." She uttered, clenching her chest with her face a bright red color.

The child gave a silent nod, shuddering from how sudden the action was. It was then that Kurabe stepped forward and spoke up.

"I'm sorry, Meta. I should've mentioned that you can squish any other part of her but her core."

"You have nothing to feel bad about, kid." Mercury said, her composure regained. Though she did shoot Kurabe a glare as well.

"I... I'm sorry..." Meta uttered, looking down at the floor.

"I said it's fine. You didn't know. Just be careful from now on." Mercury then placed her hand on Meta's head.

There was a moment of silence.

"...why do you stay in that form? You're a lot cuter and squishier in your true form..."

Mercury's face became a shade of crimson. She was never good at receiving compliments like that.

"I just prefer this form. It's what makes me Mercury and not just another Limet..." She murmured while covering her eyes with her hat.

"It's also because you like to be tall." Kurabe said with a slight smirk.

"That's irrelevant, Kurabe." Mercury said with a pout.

The warrior only laughed in response. "Well, I have to go do some work now. You two get along now and enjoy your tour of the ship!"

This made her student concerned and confused. "Sensei, what are you going to do? You never told me anything about what's going on..."

"I have to fill out some paperwork to allow you to become my student and stay on this ship. I also have to do some negotiations with my colleagues..."

There was a moment of pause, as if the child needed to process this.

"I understand, sensei." Meta said, sounding somewhat worried upon hearing that. He then received a pat on the head from Mercury.

"It'll be fine, kid. No one's a more forceful-, I mean, skilled interrogator than her." She said with a slight laugh.

"Are they really that bad?" The child asked.

"Stubborn is a better term."

Kurabe gave a shrug as she said that. "Anyway, I'll check on you later, Meta. Listen to everything Mercury says, there's no one more reliable than she is."

"Ok." The child nodded in understanding.

"Good, I'll talk to you two later."

With that said, Kurabe closed the door to her room, leaving just Mercury and Meta in the hallway.

"Now I suppose I'll show you the most important facility first. Our first stop will be the command room.

Meta nodded in response and began to follow after the woman.

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As the two walked Meta kept noticing crewmates wearing similar armor doing all sorts of different tasks.

"Ms. Mercury-" He suddenly asked.

"Please, just Mercury."

"...Mercury, who are those people? I figure they're other crewmates."

"Those are the Bukisets. They're normally armored mercenaries, though the ones here are under the direct command of Kurabe... and me when she isn't around."

Meta looked back at the armored mercenaries.

"How many of them are there?"

"There are eight of them on this ship."

"Are they all named Bukiset?"

"Yes, all of them are named Bukiset."

"How do you tell the difference between them then?"

"Small details. While each of them are very similar to one another, it's the small differences that make each one stand out. For example, the one sweeping the floor over there is left-handed, all the others are right-handed. The one polishing the windows over there always drinks orange juice even if orange flavors don't mix well with the food we serve. There are several others, but those are just a few examples. Being able to point out small details like that is a very important skill to have, Meta. Make sure to keep that in mind."

"I know... I had to be like that back when I was living on my own..." The child uttered with a sigh.

"Then you already have experience. Good, that'll make teaching you easier. Now come on, we're almost there." She seemed to grab his stub and drag him the rest of the way there.

Wherever this woman was taking him, she seemed to be very excited about it.

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After a few minutes, they arrived at the command room.

"Alright this is the command room. Think of it as the main base of operations. We meet here for strategy meetings, giving out orders, and contacting and receiving calls. When she's not filling out paperwork or training this is usually where you can find Kurabe."

This made the child scratch his head a bit. "Then what's the purpose of her room?"

"Everyone has their own rooms. Mainly for recreational purposes or just to sleep. She prefers to handle paperwork and personal matters in her room."

"Personal matters?"

"Matters that pertain only to her. Like when her mentor just wants to talk with her, for example. Everyone's entitled to privacy, you know?"

He looked at her curiously. "I see. Privacy wasn't a thing back on that planet."

"Well, now you have it here." She replied with a slight laugh.

"So that room I slept in last night…"

"Yup, that was your personal room. If you want, one of these days I could help you decorate it to make it more personalized for you."

The child didn't really understand how they would do that when he didn't know what to do to make it more personalized for him, but he agreed to it anyway. After hearing that, Meta went off to look around the room. There was a large table in the middle of the room with various chairs against it and several large monitors on the walls. Some of these were blank screens, and others seemed to just project security footage from elsewhere in the ship. There were also several expensive-looking gadgets, likely for contacting people outside of the ship. Not to mention the room itself was massive, likely to fit the entire crew into this room. Such a large size also made the child feel small.

"…doesn't she ever get lonely sitting around in a big room like this?" The child suddenly asked.

"Maybe, but she usually isn't alone. She's always accompanied by someone, usually me. But now you also get to fill that role."

"What do you do in here?"

To the child, it didn't look like there was much to do inside this room if no meeting was going on.

"If there's no meeting going on, we use room to give out commands. Notice the communication device right there? It's connected to every speaker in the ship. This room is entirely for function. Now let's head to our next destination. I think you'll enjoy it."

Hearing that made the child excited.

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While Meta was on his tour, Kurabe was in a meeting with the rest of the Grand Five. The Grand Five is the five greatest members of the organization, led by General Z, the leader of the organization as a whole and more importantly, Kurabe's mentor.

"That concludes my report on yesterday's mission. Now, on to the primary subject of today's meeting, the child, Meta. I would like to request permission to take him in as my student and allow him to live on the GranEssex."

General Z looked at his old student with an impassive expression, which then turned into a small smile.

"I don't see any reason to not allow this. If he truly is as powerful as you say, Kurabe, then I can't think of anyone better suited to teach him."

Kurabe smiled at this, but her smile faded when her "rival" spoke up.

"With all due respect, general, I have to disagree. According to her report, this "Meta" she is talking about is a child."

This was Reedy, the Silver Tactician. He was a Limet like Mercury and the head strategist of The Organization. In Kurabe's opinion, he was also a huge pain in the ass.

"Yes, but that has not stopped us from recruiting children before, has it?" She seemed to glare directly at him.

"No, but we've never sent children into war zones before either, Kurabe. I know you; you go overboard with all of your students."

"Experience is the best teacher at times. There's some things that are better learned on the battlefield than in a simulator or training room."

"Young Kurabe is correct."

This old-sounding voice came from Bio Raiden, known as "the Lightning Shinobi" and grandmaster of the Bio ninja clan. "It may be true that he is a child, he also grew up on Opasnost Star, the planet nicknamed "the death trap planet". He has lived in a war zone. He would be safer under Kurabe's watchful eye."

"I understand that and agree with at least getting him off that planet. What I disagree with is bringing him into war zones and traumatizing him more than he more than likely already is."

Reedy gave a matter-of-fact reply, pushing up his glasses.

"Speaking of which, it is quite irresponsible of you to not have him undergo a medical exam or a psychological evaluation, Kurabe. Though I guess that's a given due to how sloppy and spoiled you are."

"That's an awful lot of assuming you're doing, Reedy. For starters, I just met him yesterday. Do you really think I'd have enough time for either of those exams?"

"What were you doing during that time you could have been administering them? Taking a nap? Training extensively? Or did you simply forget about it?"

"I was busy trying to get him to warm up to me so I could gain his trust and he wouldn't try to attack or anyone else on my ship whenever we administered those tests! Also, when did I say I would be throwing him into a war zone instantly? That's just something you came up with."

Reedy only replied with an irritated sigh and pulled up a series of notes, presenting them as if it was evidence. "Every student that has quit learning from you has said that. Besides, that contradicts with what you said about experience being the best teacher and battlefields."

The warrior only gritted her teeth before quickly responding. "There's no contradiction. I said I wouldn't do it instantly. I still need give him that psych test and medical exam. Not only that, but I need to actually teach him how to fight properly. Once I believe he's ready, that's when I'll place him onto the battlefield. Also, every student that quit? You mean all five of them compared to the thirty that didn't? Reedy, I know exactly what this about. I get it, you're a father and don't like seeing children in pain. But, you have no reason to doubt me as a teacher."

Reedy sighed before folding his hands in front of him. "How do we know you're going to follow through with that promise? You're an impatient woman."

Before things could escalate, the final member of the Big Five spoke up.

"Reedy, I understand where you are coming from. However, you are being quite unfair. Kurabe does have the tendency to be hot-headed and impatient, yes. However, she never breaks a promise either."

Reedy seemed to groan, as if he knew that he couldn't deny that. The final member was a powerful mage named Momo, the Hidden-Fanged Witch. She was the head of the magic division of The Organization and usually the voice of reason in the Big Five, especially when it came to Kurabe and Reedy's arguments. Under normal circumstances, she is very soft-spoken and kind. However, all the other members know that there's more to the mage than what's on the surface.

"Let's bring this to a vote." Z said before any more debates could break out. "Momo, you go first."

"The child is a Star Warrior, correct? Then I have no doubts in Kurabe's ability to teach him. Though I would like to show him a bit of magic, if that's ok with you. I vote yes."

Z nodded at the response. "Reedy?"

The Limet became silent, as if he either refused to agree or he was thinking about it. Noticing this, the general decided to give him time to think.

"Raiden, what do you think?"

"I have no objections. Young Kurabe has proven herself time and time again. My vote is yes."

Z nodded before turning to his former student.

"Kurabe, do you promise to devote yourself to this Meta?" He asked with a deadly serious tone, much different from his initial kind one.

"I promise." She responded, her tone equally serious.

Z's kind smile returned. "You know my answer then. Reedy, have you come to a decision?"

The final member replied with a sigh, thankfully lacking any of his earlier exhibited hostility.

"Kurabe, allow me to ask you one single question: Why exactly are you so desperate to let Meta become your student?"

The warrior glared at him with a serious look in her eyes.

"He was abandoned on a planet where only the strong survive. He might be a sweet kid, but he unfortunately has a warrior's bloodlust. I already see a lot of myself in him, both the good and the bad. As a fellow Star Warrior... no, as another orphan who was lost for a long time, it's up to me to look after him. He was already on the path to becoming a knight the moment I met him. It's up to me to make sure he thrives as one."

Reedy stared at Kurabe, trying to analyze her to see if she was lying. No... all he saw was a woman who desperately wanted to watch over a child.

"Kurabe, if you screw up, I'm taking him away from you." Reedy finally said.

"So, is that a "yes"?"

"It's not a no." He uttered under his breath. His screen then turned off, signifying that he left.

"...you think one of the kids was messing with his device again?" Momo asked, Kurabe giving a slight chuckle in response as Raiden let out a sigh.

Z cleared his throat, immediately gaining everyone's attention. "Kurabe, as you now have a new student, here's your new assignment: I want you to spend as much time training him as possible, so you'll have two months of being off-duty. Don't worry about pay, this'll be a S-class mission, so you'll be compensated accordingly. Any objections to that?"

"I have no objections to this, sir." She then stood up and gave a bow of respect. "Thank you very much for this opportunity."

She was grateful that she kept her eye visor on at this time, as she began to feel her eyes water.

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It didn't take Meta long to figure out that the place Mercury was talking about was the training room.

"Alright, we're here, Meta. Welcome to our training room."

The child looked around wide eyed at the large area. Various exercise machines were lined against the wall, but there was one thing that caught his attention completely.

"Mercury, what's with those robots?"

"These are robots used for combat training."

"Can I examine one?"

Upon seeing Mercury's confused face, Meta elaborated.

"Sometimes while scavenging for supplies, I would come across different types of machines. They always fascinated me." He seemed to utter shyly.

"Oh... then go ahead. Take as much of a look as you want."

The child quickly got to work. The training machines were about the same size as Mercury, and each had a symbol on the chest. This symbol presumably being the symbol of The Organization.

"Mercury, how powerful are these machines?"

"The strength of these machines vary based on whatever symbol you see on the front of the robot. It's based on the classification system used by The Organization."

"Classification?"

"The organization classifies missions, groups, and individuals with a ranking system. F rank is the lowest. F rank subjects are usually of no threat. Then E rank, then D, C, B, A and finally S rank. S being the most dangerous."

The child looked at the woman in interest. "Has sensei fought all of those?"

"Oh, definitely. I have as well. Would you like to fight one for yourself?"

"Uh-huh!" He nodded enthusiastically.

"Then let's start off with something simple. I'll have you fight two F rank and one E rank at the same time. Sound good to you?"

After seeing another nod, Mercury walked over to the wall and pressed a button on it. Then a part of the wall opened, revealing various training weapons.

"Pick whichever you'd like."

Meta walked up to the stash of weapons and inhaled a sword, gaining a purple hat. Other than inhaling, this was the inherent ability of all Star Warriors, known as the Copy Ability.

"Ah, you went right for the sword? How interesting."

"It's close enough to the sticks I normally use." Meta breathed in and out, his eyes becoming sharp and focused. "I'm ready."

"Good luck."

Mercury pressed a few buttons on a remote, activating three of the machines.

The two F ranks rushed forward with their claws, only for Meta to swing his sword horizontally, the sheer force of the swing tearing the robots in half. The E rank began to fire its gun arm from a safe distance. The child jumped up high and landed right behind the machine, thrusting his sword straight through it. He had defeated the machines in just under one minute.

"How impressive... though I guess that's expected from a Star Warrior like you."

Meta's eyes were still sharp. "Bring on the next one." He uttered.

Mercury shook her head. "No, this was just a taste of what's to come. You'll have plenty of opportunities to train later."

The child only pouted in response as his eyes lost all their previous sharpness. Suddenly, his stomach growled, causing his cheeks to turn bright red.

Mercury gave a laugh as she took his hand. "Come on, let's get lunch."

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The cafeteria amazed the child Meta. After years of needing to scavenge for food and water, a place like this was almost unbelievable. Before Mercury could say anything, she was cut off by the child shouting.

"C-can I have all the food I want here?!" He exclaimed immediately with his eyes sparkling.

"Not all of it. You need to leave some for the rest of the crew." She said with a chuckle. "But you can choose whatever you want."

"But I don't know what I want! There's sooooo much good stuff here!" He exclaimed.

"Then it's a good thing you're going to be here for a long time." said Kurabe as she walked in through the door. "You'll have plenty of opportunities to try everything, Meta. Don't be in such a rush."

He still looked unsure about what he wanted to eat. Kurabe decided to do things herself and got a plate full of food for the puff.

"It's all good, Meta, so enjoy it, and please remember your table manners."

The child paused for a moment to think about what she had said.

"So... no inhaling?"

"No inhaling." She firmly nodded as she placed the food in front of him.

Meta looked at the dish for a moment before immediately eating everything on it. He absolutely loved every bite he took. Before now, all he had to eat was what he could find, mainly beef jerky. While he did find other things he could eat, they were either scraps or moldy. While he could eat the scraps, they weren't that filling unless he ate a lot of them. Not only that, but he also learned the hard way that he couldn't eat moldy food. As a result, he sometimes went to sleep hungry. That why this place was simply amazing. He could eat whenever he wanted!

Suddenly, he felt a pat on his head.

"Take your time, Meta. No one's going to take it from you." He looked up to see Kurabe quietly stroking his head.

With a nod, Meta kept eating until eventually his plate was cleaned off completely.

"So, what did you think?"

"This was great! Though I think I liked that chicken you made yesterday more."

His mentor gave a slight chuckle. "Well, thank you. I'd be happy to make other dishes for you sometime."

She then looked at Mercury, who had also finished eating. "Mercury, inform the crew that we'll be taking off in one hour."

"Right away, Captain."

As the vice captain saluted and walked away, she turned her attention back to Meta.

"So, what do you think of the GranEssex?"

The child seemed to hesitate in his answer for a moment. "I... I like this place but... it makes feel strange..."

"Strange how?" She asked, in a concerned tone.

"It makes me want to smile... I've never felt like that before."

The warrior smiled in response. "That means you're happy, Meta."

"That... so?" He uttered quietly. "I think I like it..."

Kurabe gave a slight hum. "Well, I hope you continue to feel that way-"

She was suddenly caught off-guard by a hug from the child. She briefly looked at him in surprise as she heard a few quiet sobs escape from him.

"Meta?"

There was silence as she placed a hand on his head and stroked him softly.

"...thank you..."

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The hour of prep time has passed and the GranEssex was ready to take off. Meta was now in his room, looking at the planet he lived on for one last time. He felt the ship rumble and leave the ground.

"I suppose this is goodbye..." He uttered with a sigh.

"I assume you wanted to just say goodbye to it one last time?"

He turned around to see Mercury standing in the doorway.

"Not really. This was my home, but I don't feel sad about leaving it."

The woman gave a nod as she entered the room. "Yeah, after hearing Kurabe describe it, I can't imagine you'd ever want to go back here again."

"No. I hated this place, but it felt necessary say goodbye to it."

"Ah, I understand that." The woman nodded upon hearing that.

The two simply stood in silence as the ship continued to fly up through the atmosphere. Suddenly, Meta squeezed Mercury's hand.

"Hmm? Something wrong?"

"...you're a lot better when you're squishy."

A bright red blush immediately shot across the woman's face.

"Y-you want squishy, huh?" Mercury uttered.

She then ripped off a small part of her body, which quickly regenerated.

"Here, kid, it's a stress ball."

The child took the blob and squished it in his hands. It was just like when he was squishing Mercury in her true form this morning.

"Thank you, Mercury!"

"No problem, kid! I hope you enjoy your time here!"

Meta nodded and went back to looking at the planet he once called home. Now he had a new home. A home he needed to protect. Suddenly, a wave of tiredness surged throughout his body. Mercury seemed to notice this as well.

"I'll let you get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow, Meta!" She said with a smile before heading out of his room.

"Then... good night..." Meta replied quickly.

"What a strange phrase. Hopefully, I'll get used to it." The child thought to himself.

He then walked over to his bed and got underneath the blankets, curling up into a slight ball. It felt... warm. He let out a satisfied sigh.

"Good night, Meta." said Mercury's voice. Hearing this made him slightly jump awake.

"M-Mercury...? Where are you?" He uttered, tensing up.

"You know when someone says good night, you aren't supposed to wake up, right?"

Meta noticed that her voice seemed to be coming from the stress ball she made. He silently blinked in confusion.

"But how...?"

"I can talk through any part of my body, even if that part is separate from my main body. Now get some sleep, kid, no doubt Kurabe's gonna push you to your limit tomorrow."

He gave a nod in response. "Alright. Good night again, Mercury."

Meta quickly fell asleep soon after, dreaming about his new life with his new family.

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Extra: Toyhouse Pages for Appearing Characters

General Z

Reedy

Momo

Bio Raiden

[vertebrae-entertainment]

28.06.2023 - Camera devlog

Video game camera movement is like a stuffy nose. If everything's fine you don't think about it at all, but if anything feels off it's incredibly frustrating. So I've been spending some time working on the camera.

First, the camera needs to follow the player. But if it follows the player 1-to-1 then it gets jarring fast. The player acts like a sticker in the center of the screen with no feeling of weight or speed, jumping around feels disorienting, and sudden movements make the camera teleport. I don't want that.

So I make the camera trail after the player. But if the player moves too fast they end up squished against the border of the screen. You would constantly crash into enemies and obstacles with no time to react.

So I nudge the camera in the direction of the player's movement, and nudge it further ahead the faster the player is moving. This makes the camera stay ahead of the player, and gives them more foresight the faster they're moving. It's more important to see the obstacles ahead of you than the obstacles behind you, after all.

But sometimes I want more control over the camera. Like a cutscene where the game snaps to an NPC during dialogue or a scene where the camera pans across the whole level to give you a cinematic view of what's ahead.

So I make new invisible camera objects that hijack the camera's movement when they're active. I now have 2 different camera positions, the gameplay position centered around the player and a cinematic position that gets overriden by invisible focus point objects. And then I just smoothly transition between the two.

But sometimes I don't want to completely hijack it, I just want to nudge the camera a tiny bit to help the player in a direction. For example, if they're close to a grappling hook I want to focus the camera closer to the grappling hook so that it's further in view and easier to spot. Or maybe there's a scenic location where I want the camera to be a little further up to get a clearer image of the sky.

So I have a separate invisible object. Instead of hijacking the camera completely I instead nudge the camera towards a middle point between the player and the invisible object. And the object only does so while in range of the camera, giving up when it's outside of view.

But this whole time I've been neglecting a very important thing. What about people playing on screens with different aspect ratios? Someone playing on a tiny square CRT TV might not even get the hook on screen in the first place, while an ultrawide display would activate every nearby object and freak the camera out.

So instead of basing the range on the camera's actual proportions, I do my range checks with a box that uses a typical screen ratio and remains the same regardless of the player's screen. This keeps things consistent between players, at the risk of looking weird for players with extreme screen ratios. Sometimes a focus point will be on screen, but the camera won't actually get nudged that way until the camera gets close enough for it to collide with the boundary box.

But… but… but..!

But I'm going to stop here. Another problem with things like camera control is that you can get too lost in the sauce and spend an eternity adding new functionality and fixing edge cases forever, with diminishing returns for each change. In reality, one of the most important parts of making games is figuring out what you don't put in the game. And I think the camera's in good shape right now.

Of course, a lot of this subjective and depends on what your particular game needs and is subject to change whenever the game itself starts changing. The game you start working on at the start of development is rarely the game you end up making in the end. So it'll be fun to see how much of this sticks in the final game and what ends up getting added or removed.

Hope this was an interesting read!

Much love, Åge.

[fragileizywriting]

Me, squishing Kitty and DL!Adrien together: Don't mind me just making them make out...don't look for the Chat doll, I've done dispicable things with him and Kitty already-

<- previous post

he can't fuck her— he really, really can't, but that doesn't mean she's sad about it.

it starts because she's mumbling about how she doesn't feel as special as the other marinettes. it's hard being a lady noire; to be an 'expected' ladybug and yet have to turn the other way from it because of a mistake that ended up shaping her entire life. destiny slipping out between her fingers like sand and she's learned better than to try to scoop it back up.

leaning her head on his shoulder, talking about how she can't even pick the flowers that marinette wants and needs makes her feel useless. she wants to help, it sings in her bones and vibrates in her gums, about how useful she can be. how useful she should be to everyone.

"you're the most combat-ready marinette here, you know."

"me being able to handle a knife isn't exactly useful."

that raise of his brow is all at once condicending and unimpressed. "now you're just saying shit. who's the one who brought home a tuna the size of luka, all by herself? i heard you pulled that beast out of the lake with your bare hands, screaming about becoming more powerful than god."

she had to prove herself, and she has a chronic habit of spitting out word salad when in extreme stress. had she injured her back? maybe. sitting is kind of hard. and she'd eaten shit many times, falling into the lake while chat and the naga-luka yelled out to ask her to stop before she drowned, but she perservered.

that tuna had tasted amazing.

"but i can't make magic poof out of my hands!" she groans. "look at me! there's no magic! me doing the spidey hand doesn't make silk pop out with a thwap, but i promise you, your marinette could make something happen." she makes the move just to prove it, curling her middle and ring finger in and aiming for a tree. the only thing that happens is a pinecone falls, pinging off an exposed root, rolling away. "she'd make something cool happen. i'm depressingly human."

and she's the only marinette that is, too.

"'depressingly human', huh? alright. come here, already," adrien laughs, even though she's sitting back down right next to him with a huff, nearly ontop of him already. he's not mean to her, and he's definitely not cruel, but there's a flash of something in his eyes very few times when they talk, like he can't help himself with the way he responds whenever she does something. maybe they're just pre-programmed to talk to each othr in a specific way, even if they aren't actually the marinette or luka or adrien they ended up instinctually replying to. "you're getting antsy."

if she had her cat ears, she'd flatten them. "w...what?"

"whenever my marinette feels antsy, she's gotta sit here." he pats his knee.

"why?" she asks, blinking at him with wide eyes.

"because it makes her feel better. and it'll make you feel better, too."

and it does.

it does because it's adrien, and even though he's not her adrien, she still fits under his chin. even with all her skirts and all her petticoats ballooning out like she's the topping of a cupcake, strong arms still wrap around her while she keeps talking; babbling about how she doesn't feel like she's providing a lot as a member of the 'marinette' club, to where she doesn't even feel like a marinette. it always seems like marinettes know what they're doing. always have a plan and an idea. she's just comedic relief— and boy, does she do it well— but she's not... marinette.

"i think you're plenty marinette."

"doesn't it sound weird calling me that, though?"

"a little. you're more 'kitty' to me than anything else, but i'd be stupid not to recognize your soul as any other person."

"is that a thing?" she asks him. he smells nice. he doesn't squirm when her nose presses into that dip of his neck, nor does he swallow dry when she impulsively licks. his dark skin is beautiful, and flush, and this scent of fresh linen and sandalwood is making her head spin.

"oh, yeah." that huff feels full of irony. "demons have soul-perception in my world, and the three of you look exactly the same inside. little butterfly wings fluttering in there. which is how i know you, a gremlin, are just as much as a marinette as them."

she finds herself giggling. "that's not nice."

"i know my hellcat," he says, simply, almost oblivious to how she quiets and burrows closer. she's pinking as he continues talking, smiling to herself in a way that makes her feel a full decade younger. one of his hands reaches down to pet at her thighs, the other supporting her back— neither of them say anything when her knee jerks at the contact. "and you're the only one, it's true, but you're marinette first and foremost."

she grabs for that hand in her lap. he has rings just like her, though they're different shapes. she still has the one that marinette gave her the last time, on her pinky.

but him? his are so different. one for his family— a family jewel, of course— and one on his middle finger that is so simple and so plain, she never would've guessed it was his favorite. the last one is his— his— but it's hers, too. he's always had it, and never realized that it wasn't just a random accessory, until she'd mentioned it the last time (first time) they'd met.

she tries not to purr, seeing it adorning his hand. "we chat noirs have to stick together."

"i guess i am one, now, huh?"

"whatever you did, it was really brave. i know how scary it is to become one and realize just how much you are. i guess it helped you become a king?"

"it did. it was a mess. almost comedic. lord, you just won't believe how i fucked up the place where i spent my entire childhood and realized i'd transformed."

"i bet it was beautiful."

"sort of. in a way."

"i don't have any doubt that it was," she whispers. "there's something cathartic about breaking everything you can, isn't there?"

"there is," he says. smiling. because he understands— not in a way that her adrien would, or luka either. there's a home in the fire that burns what they touch. he takes her hand in his; peels off the family jewel off his thumb and gives it to her. "these two, on my hands," he murmurs into her ear, soft and gentle and rolling, "are what kept me going after i realized what i did. and what i could do."

her heart flutters. the chat noir ring. her ring. their ring. "good."

his hand fists her petticoats. "want me to show you how?"

it's almost amazing how she doesn't pop her head off on accident with the way she bobbles. "yes!" and, because she knows that her sunshine likes it when she's honest and open and willing, she punches out a: "please, adrien, can you show me?"

he kisses her temple. he kisses more than just that, actually, leaning her head back and away so he can line her cheek with chaste presses of his mouth against her skin that has her shivering. though she's wearing what seems to be a whole wedding dress full of fabric swishing around her legs, he finds a way for it to bunch up enough to trail up her leg. when his lips touch hers, she remembers just how much she enjoyed taking caramel candies from the pantry past bedtime without her parents knowing. the thrill of the kiss is shocking, enough to get her brain to buzz and float.

his fingers find their way under her panties so quickly. there's no preamble— her adrien would tease her softly with his fingertips; he would trace the seam of her folds and press a nail into her clit until she strangled out how she was ready to be fingered bcause she was wet enough. but this adrien, not her adrien, but an adrien that knows her in a way that her adrien doesn't, touches her leaking hole.

she sucks in a breath when he breeches and starts to slide in.

"i can't fuck you," he tells her. he's not fingering, not yet, but letting her adjust against his fingers. she can feel her heartbeat down there, almost syncopated with how it thrums in her teeth. "i physically can't. i'm not human; i don't have..."

her head is spinning, wiggling in his lap. there's poprocks in her brain. "oh, you don't have a—"

"—i do," he laughs. "hey. easy. you can feel me underneath your ass, don't you?"

yes. sizeable. no wonder she's so antsy to get his fingers inside. "y-yeah."

"yeah," he breathes. a shift of his hand, angling his wrist upwards so he can press up into her bladder has her whining. "but it'll hurt a lot. too much. you're too small. i can't fuck you because i don't have the space."

"i punched gabriel in the face and all i did was scream in excitement," she slurs out. "i can handle excitement."

"i believe you, hellcat. but if your heart beats any harder than this, i might give you a heart attack, and i know your adrien is sweet and kind, but i've seen him get sadistic to the point it's humiliatingly good." and with that, he quiets, pressing up and curling his fingers, his rings getting slippery and shiny from her arousal.

she does her best not to cry out too loud in the middle of this forest when she finally orgasms.

[stormyoceans]

They made so uwu shaped so son shaped so little. I'm not sure if i like it since i wanted Day confident , but maybe it'll change

THEY REALLY MADE DAY LOOK SO TINY AND CUTE THAT'S THE SWEETEST MOST PRECIOUS BABY IN THE WHOLE WORLD I WANT TO PET HIS HEAD AND SQUISH HIS CHEEKSIES AND GIVE HIM KISSES AND PUT HIM IN MY POCKET AND CALL HIM A GOOD BOY ALL DAY EVERY DAY

okay sorry i got carried away for a moment here ;;;;;; i do get what you mean tho, and idk if this can help in any way, but i personally think that giving day this look was a very purposeful choice, just as much as making mork look like a 'bad boy' was. sea as day gives off incredibly innocent and vulnerable vibes, so much so that everyone's first reaction while looking at him is calling him a baby and feeling like a protective parent. now think about this in the contest of the story and especially from day's mother's point of view: in her eyes, mork is the scary wolf who has come to currupt her helpless child

of course that's an extremely problematic view, especially since there's a history of people with disability being stereotyped and portrayed as angelic and childlike in movies, but i think that's exactly what the show is gonna try to challenge, because here's the other thing: looks can be deceiving. mork may look like a bad boy, but we all know he's gonna turn out to be a gentle soul with a heart of gold who wouldn't hurt a fly, and similarly i think day isn't gonna be the pure naive baby who can't take care of himself that he may appear to be to other people

if we talk about disposition, i actually fully believe that mork is gonna be the one more prone to self doubts and introspection while day, at his best, is probably gonna be very cheerful and bold SO HERE'S HOW CONFIDENT DAY CAN STILL WIN!!!!!!!!

[smut-writer26]

Twisted Thoughts

❗Author's Note❗** Please be advised that this is for mature audience. If you don't wish to read anything related to the subject please do NOT proceed. Thank you!

**Description** CNC, you can imagine who you want, fem/reader, male/partner, it's basically just CNC, Idk what else to say, dirty talk?

You didn't exactly live in the safest place. You've heard your fair share of offenders your friends have gone through, but it's never happened to you. Maybe it's a little naive for you to think that it's never gonna happen to you, but it never has before. What's to say it'll ever happen? And that's why you're out, walking down to your apartment with your shoes in your hands, walking home after a night out with your friends. "It's just a couple blocks, I'll be fine!" You assured your friends twenty minutes ago when they'd offered you a ride home in their carpool. But you shook your head, smiling. "I wanna get some fresh air anyway." The night is cool, a little windy, the breeze settling in your bones like a lullaby. You adore the night life, the twinkling lights, the low hum of city life. It's peaceful, lovely. almost too good to be true, but you ignore that nagging feeling in your gut that tells you to walk a bit faster.

"You should be careful. Especially in this alley." You freeze.

"i- what?" A shadow materializes in front of you, and you can barely make out a shape.

"You know, you're a pretty girl. Someone might try something," He starts. "You shouldn't be out alone." You laugh weakly.

"Yeah, I know. It would really suck to get mugged."

"Mhm," he hums. "They could do more than mug you, you know. There's been more and more slasher cases now, haven't you heard?" You acknowledge his remarks with small nods and hums. It's unnerving, and though you know he just means it for your benefit, you kinda wish he'd just stop talking. Or change the subject. "There's also been quite a lot of assault cases. Like, rape cases. you've gotta watch out, baby. They prey on pretty little girls like you."

"Can you not talk about that?" You shudder. "I don't feel-"

"I'm just sayin'," he shrugs. "They'd just take you, into one of these alleyways," he jabs a thumb in the direction of one you'd just walked past. "Corner you," he steps just a little closer to you. "Just like this." He backs you into a wall now, tall and looming over you. You frown, mouth run dry.

"What are you-"

"I'm showing you how it'd happen, sweetheart," he's dangerously close to you. You can feel his breath on your cheek, on your neck. "and you're so pretty. so hard to resist."

"I-," your voice wavers. "Please let me move."

"How about," he smiles gently, hand trailing up your arm. "I give you a little treat. Hmm? What about it?" You look up at him, paralysed in fear.

"What do you want from me?"

"C'mere." He grabs your wrist, thick fingers tightening around you before pulling you into a small alleyway. He pulls you right next to him, chest to chest. You can feel his broad chest, rock hard under his turtleneck, his steady heartbeat. Being so close to him makes you weak, just a little at the knees, your thighs clenching together subconsciously. He's so strong, thick arms wrapping around you to hold you up. "Don't go fallin' on me, princess." There's a sense of danger that nags at the back of your head, but you can't seem to hear it as he spins you around, shoving you into the brick wall. Your palms come up against the rough surface, helplessly pushing against it, your cheek squished to the wall. "So easy," he sneers. "I could take you just like this, baby. I could kiss you," you feel his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear, making contact against your neck. "touch you so easily." You feel his hand snake to your front, palming against the silk of your dress. One hand gropes your tits, soft and plush and he groans into your ear, grinding his front against your ass. "Pull your dress down," he murmurs, hands gripping the bottom and tugging down. "I bet you like me playing with your nipples, don't you?" Your throat is raw. Your mouth is dry, unspeaking, eyes fluttering closed as he pinches your nipples, cold and pebbled in the chilly air. Why is he touching you? Why is he- he's a stranger but he's a good guy, he wouldn't do this to you. He's just showing you, just telling you to be careful, isn't he? Your thighs rub together, a small sound escaping your lips. He pants into your neck, hand rucking up the bottom of your dress. "and then," he continues. "I'd touch you here." His knuckles drag along the crotch of your panties, and he curses. "Holy fuck. You're getting off on this, princess? You're soaked." His fingers slide under your panties, rubbing against your drooling heat.

"i-" you start, but he cuts you off when his fingers slip into your tight hole, your words twisting into a whine. "What- what are you-"

"Shhh," he hushes you, pressing a kiss to your lips. He tastes like apples and honey, with just a tinge of expensive wine. "Let it happen. Let me take care of you." He bunches up your skirt over your hips, slipping your panties down your thighs. "Gotta learn how to say thank you, yeah?" His fingers fuck into you slowly, almost gently, like he's massaging against your g-spot. you're crumpling in his hands, shaking your head vehemently.

"I don't want this, please, don't take my virginity-"

"You're a virgin," he gasps mockingly. "and yet you're fucking soaked for a total stranger. I'm beginning to think you're lyin' to me princess. Go on, push me away. Push me away if you want me to stop." But you can't, not with his fingers crooking right up against your g-spot. You gasp as his other hand finds your clit, rubbing messy circles.

"I- i, fuck," you breathe, your orgasm building in your stomach. You can feel it, the familiar sensation that has your toes curling, your head tilting up. He takes advantage of this, planting his lips on your neck and sucking, nibbling just slightly and you melt.

"I-," you stutter. "I'm cummin-, cumming-!"

"I'm gonna let you cum," he whispers. "I'm nice enough. Other fuckers wouldn't even care. But I'd make you cum, baby," his fingers fuck into you faster, abusing you. "Just like that. Let me rape you, hm? You make it so fuckin' easy for me." You can't help the words that spill out of your mouth as you cum hard around his fingers.

"Rape me, rape me," you murmur, eyes glassy. "I need- fuck, need you to-" he chuckles.

"You want me to rape you, baby?" he kisses the nape of your neck. "say it again."

"Pl- please-," your voice is hoarse, wavering. "want you to- to rape me. s-steal my virginity." He's on you faster than you can even register it. You feel his stiff member resting on your back, groaning something in your ears that you can't quite comprehend, your mind hazy with the need for him to be inside you. Whining, you push your hips back against his, silent begging for his touch.

"I got you, I got you. Slow down, sweetheart." his hands fit on your hips, the dips and curves melting under his warm fingers. "I'm being so kind to you, you know? No one else would ever rape you like this."

"T-thank you," you mutter, head swarming. His tip presses up against your slit, the head catching as he pushes, pushes so hard to fit. You gasp, falling forward into the rough wall again. You try to wiggle out of his grip, running from him. "W-wait, wait- you're huge, it's not gonna-" You feel stinging on one side of your face.

"Don't move." he commands you, voice silvery and cool. "I've been so nice. Don't make me angry." He smooths a hand down your back before spreading your legs wider. "You're gonna take it, okay? I'm gonna make it fit." He rubs the reddening skin softly, soothing it before he starts pushing into you again. You whimper, shoving a hand between your teeth to muffle it as he pushes past the tight ring of muscle, bottoming out inside you with one sharp thrust. "There we go," he murmurs. "See? you can take it. Your little virgin parts can take it." You melt into his arms as he fucks you, somehow both gentle and rough. His thrusts are sharp but slow, calculated to hit against your sweet spot with every thrust. He's filling the silence with gentle coos, encouraging you as you wither away, gasping and panting and begging. "You like this, baby?" he kisses your temple. "Like a stranger taking advantage of your sweet virgin parts like this? Go on. Use your big girl words."

"I-i like it," you stutter, fucked dumb by the stretch of his member. "I like it s-so much, Plea-..." He hums.

"I can tell. You're clenching on me, princess.'' His thrusts grow faster, sharper. "I'm gonna cum in you, yeah? You came once already, now it's my turn." Your eyes widen at his words, shaking your head violently, soft please, don't, pull out please's on the tip of your tongue when his hand comes up to your face, stocky fingers pushing past the seam of your lips. He presses down on your tongue, hooking against the inside of your cheek. "That wasn't a request, baby. I am going to cum inside you." You're overpowered, overwhelmed. His member is kissing your cervix with every thrust now, hips jutting against your ass. It's all so much, too much that your eyes flutter shut, your body giving up its last thread of resistance. He holds you up, fucking into you like a toy. "Like my own personal fucktoy," he murmurs against your skin. "all mine to fuck and breed." His words echo in the empty chamber of your brain. All his to fuck and breed. All his to fuck and breed. You're lost in it, in the way the tip of his member catches just slightly on the tiny hole of your cervix, the pain ever so slight. He fucks you like he's just as lost in you, the warmth of your walls, you're dripping, and every time he glances down he can see the white ring around the base of his member. He groans, hips stuttering. "I'm cumming," he warns you. "Are you gonna take it like a good little girl? Let me fill your virgin parts with hot rapist cum, hmm?" You nod pathetically, begging for it, please, let me have it. And he does, groaning as he buries himself into you. He grinds in small circles as he fills you, as warmth shoots up into you. You're crying, nails scratching the walls as he fills you over and over, stuffing you to the brim. And then he pulls out, and you can feel his cum dripping out of you. You shiver, fully exposed to the outside world. Shaking, you turn around and he's gone. You walk around the corner and see him.

"You ready to go home, babe?" You smile and nod, he wraps his arm around you and you two walk home.