#check out my art contest on instagram

[bewdyscrojb]

car parasites!!

- they hide in potholes and attack the undercarriage

- feed on gas

- thrive in heat

[beet-n-ninja-cookie-whenever]

Today's Ninja Cookie is a catto :3

[kentocidal]

lucky winner

users: piercer!bakugou x afab!fem!reader x tattoo artist!kirishima

internal warnings: descriptions of needles/tattoos/piercings as they occur, long fic, wow there's plot in this!, consensual threeway, established krbk, oral (m and f!receiving), piv, spit, size kink, light dacryphilia, spitroasting, inaccurate positioning, ask to tag

internal notes: three way won the poll so i went ham. my fault og. final word count somehow came to 5.2k ish.

new notifications: @kaedescara

you stared blankly at the notification on your phone, wide-eyed and jaw agape. you blinked slowly, rubbed a hand down your face, and then clicked your phone off and back on again. the screen lit back up to your screensaver and the single notification that sat covering it. ‘@sincitytattoojp tagged you in their story! check it out!’

you looked up from your phone to your friend, who you now realized was calling your name and snapping her fingers. “uh, hello? earth to y/n? what’s going on? did your ex message you or something?”

“i think i won something.” you mumbled, turning your phone to show your friend. she furrowed her brows together and took your phone from your hand, studying the notification before cracking a grin. 

“is this that tattoo parlor in tokyo that you keep talking about hypothetically going to?” she laughed as she punched in your passcode and opened up instagram, pressing on the icon to the parlor’s instagram story.

you were quick to snatch your phone back to watch the story yourself, raising the volume on your phone to hear it. it was a video of someone’s hand reaching into a very full fishbowl of printed instagram handles, pulling out a tiny piece of paper and unfolding it to reveal your instagram username. the caption read in big red lettering, “congrats to @[y/n] for winning the human canvas raffle. reply to this post by midnight to schedule your slot.”

you swallowed thickly and looked up at your friend. “i won the fucking raffle. i won the nine hour session.”

your friend sucked in a breath before laughing and lifting her glass to you. “godspeed, soldier.”

you looked back down at your phone and clicked back to rewatch your name be pulled from the bowl. you had entered the contest on a whim – you hadn’t expected to win. you had reposted the parlor’s picture and tagged your three closest friends to enter a bid into becoming a human canvas for a day, i.e. getting tattooed and pierced until you tapped out. the parlor owners couldn’t seem to decide on whether to call it the human canvas contest or the no mercy challenge, not that it mattered. both fit the bill to describe what you had just won.

you swiped up on the story.

you: i dont know whether to be terrified or excited.

@sincitytattoojp: both, sweetheart. sign this and get it back to us [1 attachment]

you had gone through an extensive back and forth that night, printing and signing and scanning different waivers and papers to ensure that you would be able to handle an entire day of sitting in a chair getting poked and prodded with needles and getting art permanently printed on your skin forever. you were grateful that they took so much precaution in ensuring you were well aware of the situation you were putting yourself in, and getting ample consent confirmed ahead of time. you already felt comfortable as you stepped off the train in tokyo and started towards the shop.

sin city tattoo and body art. the small tattoo shop had garnered a massive following around the globe for the gorgeous work that consistently poured from the studio. the artists had never shown their faces on their page, but it was clearly just a two man show. sometimes one of them would film the other doing their newest piece on a client they handpicked from the waiting list, and it was clear that the two were a little more than close friends. 

you trusted their work. you were a new client, obviously, but after following their page for over a year, you knew you would be okay with going through with this. you were just… inexperienced. you had a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on your ankle and your ears double pierced in the lobes, but that was it.

you rounded the corner and saw the neon sign over the glass doors to the shop, the shutters pulled down. you took a deep breath and tried the door, mildly surprised that it opened up. a tiny bell chimed over your head as you stepped inside.

the shop was small, but it was clean. absolutely pristine. for a tattoo shop called sin city, you were expecting a bit more of a grunge theme, not exactly the creamy white walls littered with black picture frames of flash art available for purchase, a tall cabinet filled with various jewelry for fresh piercings, plants in the corners surrounding two chairs that were supposedly for a waiting area. there was a tall partition behind the front desk, and the shop stretched backward, most likely leading to a tattoo chair and then a piercing table, respectively. 

you stood awkwardly by the front door, gripping your bag in front of you. you had brought a few little snacks and some water in preparation for being there all day. you shuffled your feet as you heard footsteps coming up from the back of the shop, and suddenly you were reconsidering your outfit choice. you had tried to be helpful by going with a tight spaghetti strap tank top and a high riding skirt, knowing that you would probably need to shuffle clothes around during the course of the day.

your thoughts got clogged almost immediately when a brick wall of a man rounded the partition, scratching the back of his neck and staring down at you with big red eyes that looked curious, almost playful. he had to have been at least six-five, looming over you with broad shoulders and bulky arms that were covered in tattoos that went all the way down to his knuckles. his red hair was tied half-up half-down, the black roots at his forehead showing through.

you gaped at him like a fish out of water, face starting to feel warm as he glanced you up and down, and then smiled, revealing a wide set of sharp sharklike teeth. “aye, kats! i think she’s here!” he called over his shoulder before stepping behind the front desk. “you’re our pretty contest winner, right?”

“uh-”

“my name’s eijirou kirishima. i’m the main tattoo guy here.” he grinned at you, boyish and peppy, and it stifled your nerves somewhat as you returned the smile, but you were flustered beyond belief. you had seen the videos of him tattooing, you knew at least that his hands were big, but not the rest of him.

“ah, yeah, hi. i’m y/n. it’s nice to see your fsce for once.” you giggled nervously, and he laughed and nodded.

“yeah, we’re not all about showing who we are online. the page got too big, tokyo’s a big place, we don’t want the extra attention, yknow?” he smiled warmly at you as he bent down and shuffled through some paperwork under the desk, pulling it out and gesturing for you to come closer. “i know we already got a lot of your stuff online, but this is the last waiver. pretty much a final agreement that we get to do whatever we want to your body until you either tap out, or the clock hits six, whichever comes first.” 

you made a little squeaking noise at his phrasing, glancing at his face as he just continued to smile. he fumbled around for a pen and held it out to you, and you reached to take it, but he snatched it back and leaned across the desk. “just so you know, you can say stop at any time. we’re not forcing you to be here. if you say no to an idea, we won’t do it. stuff like that. okay?”

you blinked at him. he seemed so genuine, really making sure he was thorough in his explanations of the paperwork and of your position in this. it helped you take a deep breath and nod. “i know. i’m all good.”

“awesome. you seem like a real trooper.” he chuckled in a deep, rumbly voice, and finally held the pen back out to you. 

you took it, your soft fingers brushing over his rough skin and making you feel like your hand was alight in flames. you signed your name at the bottom of the form, dated it, and slid it back across the desk to kirishima. he just grinned at you and shoved the paper into the desk again.

“bakugou! come on, man! she’s all good!” kirishima leaned his head around the partition, and you jumped slightly when the familiar voice of kirishima’s partner sounded from the back of the shop.

“i fucking heard you the first time, i’m not fucking deaf!”

“well, just hurry up!” kirishima laughed and turned back to you. “sorry, he’s a real stickler for making sure his spot is all clean. i’m clean, but he’s a neat freak.”

“who’re you calling a neat freak, red?” a slightly shorter man stepped out from down the hallway, and again you felt your breath catch in your throat.

he was still tall, but far more intimidating in his black wife beater and jeans. he took off his mask that had been covering the lower half of his face, revealing a nose piercing and snake bites around plush lips. his fluffy blonde hair was standing up in all the right places, piercing red eyes looking your form up and down as he cracked his knuckles. his arms were littered patchwork-style, much different than kirishima’s full sleeves, and he clearly liked to hit the gym seven days a week.

you gulped and shifted your weight as bakugou’s eyes drifted over you. “name’s katsuki bakugou. you’ve already met red. didya sign the form?”

“uh, yes. all of the forms.”

“great.” his eyes locked on yours. clearly, this guy was all about professionalism and business, at least while he was on the clock. then he turned his head to kirishima. “so, where did you want to start her?”

you found yourself laid down on your chest, head turned to the side to stare at bakugou’s back as he organized something off to the side. music was playing, but you could hardly hear it over the buzzing of the tattoo gun and the weight of kirishima’s hand on your back.

you chewed on your lip as you felt the needle trace over the skin of your lower back, occasionally lifting to get more ink, only to return and start the ministrations over again. it wasn’t an easy spot to get ink done; tramp stamps were adorable and sexy, but the skin on that part of a person’s back is notoriously thin. despite this, however, you always found the pain to be… enjoyable. 

you felt kirishima’s free hand slide over to the middle of your back, splaying out, applying some pressure to get a better angle as he leaned over you. if he wasn’t wearing a mask, you would be able to feel his warm breaths fanning out against your sensitive skin. your eyes fluttered and you did your best not to move as your neurons fired over the sheer size of his hand against your back. splayed out like that, his fingertips were on one side and the heel of his hand almost felt like it was on the other. perhaps your perception was being warped on account of the buzzing needle poking your back, but you couldn’t be entirely sure.

kirishima added more pressure even as the needle lifted away from your skin, pushing you down into the bed, making you squeak softly. bakugou’s head turned briefly to you, glinting in the white overhead lighting almost devilishly, before turning away again.

“so,” kirishima’s low voice made you flinch slightly, having been entranced by the weight of him looming over your form, “i don’t really see any ink on you. is this your first time?” you heard him chuckle into his mask as he waited for you to relax again, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin to calm you down, before pressing the needle down again. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, hun.”

you felt like some kind of high schooler talking about her virginity. “it’s- it’s fine. no, it’s not my first, but it’s my first big one. i’ve got a little one on my ankle.”

“your ankle?” he repeated, still pressing the needle to your skin and definitely coloring a shape in. “who did that for you? wasn’t us.”

“right, yeah.” you giggled slightly, really trying not to move as you wiggled the foot that held the little tattoo. “just an old friend who was an apprentice somewhere else.”

“ankle’s a rough place for a first tattoo,” grumbled bakugou, finally turning towards you and sitting down in a chair a little ways away, manspreading in your peripheral. “how’d you sit for that?”

“it hurt, but i liked it.” you mumbled back honestly, glancing back when you felt kirishima put the tattoo gun down and reach with a gloved hand towards your ankle, bending your leg at the knee to study the work.

“hm. it’s real cute on you, but i would’ve done it a little different.” his thumb brushed over the tattoo, over the thin skin of your ankle, sending a spike of heat through your body. “i could touch it up later.” he guided your leg back down and brushed his hand over the back of your thigh briefly before picking his tattoo gun back up and reapplying that heavy pressure to your back again.

“yeah, okay…” you murmured breathily, feeling small underneath kirishima’s weight and the power of bakugou’s gaze where he was staring at you, at kirishima, at how kirishima’s hands left indents in your skin as he worked.

your mouth felt like it was full of cotton, your head feeling like all the blood had drained from it and gone south. you shouldn’t be thinking like this, feeling like this, not while effectively getting stabbed thousands of times per minute.

bakugou hummed as he stood up again to get within your line of sight. “you said you liked the pain, huh? you one of those weird people that gets a high off of getting ink done?”

you felt your face burst with heat, unable to move as you opened your mouth and stammered. kirishima chuckled behind his mask.

“don’t tease, kats.”

“‘m not teasin’. i was just sayin’ that i agree with her.” bakugou smirked at you before stepping around the wall to go get a water from the fridge.

kirishima’s free hand slid from your middle back to just above your ass, his thumb rubbing into the fabric of your tight skirt as he worked.

“you’re sitting really well for this, doll. ‘m proud. probably one of my favorite things to do is back tattoos. especially these.”

you hummed softly in the back of your throat, probably mumbling a thank you that just made him laugh again.

you didn’t say anything when his free hand squeezed your ass as he leaned back to get more ink in the gun.

kirishima had spread the second skin across your pretty new tramp stamp with precision, making sure it wouldn’t wrinkle or peel away until your tattoo was healed. you were given a snack of chips and a bottle of water to recuperate while bakugou prepped his area, pulling on a mask and snapping black latex gloves over his hands. “so, how ya feelin’?”

“good,” you took a breath as you capped your water, sitting quietly on the tattoo bench and waiting to move to the piercing table. “ready to move on, i guess.”

“hope you don’t mind, but i took some photos when red was doing you.” he glanced over his shoulder, and you smiled and waved it off.

“i don’t mind at all. my friend didn’t believe me when i said i was actually gonna come.”

“that so?” bakugou cocked a brow, his mouth hidden behind the black mask. “anyway, what’re you thinking for this next bit? industrial? nose?”

“ah.” you shifted on the bench, glancing away from him as kirishima rounded the corner. “i was, uh. i was thinking i could get my… i could get my nipples pierced first? get the worst ones out of the way?”

kirishima blinked once and immediately shot a look to bakugou, who made eye contact. it was like telepathy; there was a silent exchange between them before bakugou nodded and waved for you to step over. “sure, whatever. it’s definitely not the worst pain, though.”

“really?” you stood on jelly legs and walked over to the piercing bench, sitting down in front of bakugou, who pulled a chair over to sit.

“mhm. worst i would say for a girl is the clitoral hood.”

you flushed and shook your head. “no thanks. i think i’ll stick to this for now.”

“okay.” bakugou sat back in his chair, staring at you. you stared back, tilting your head. bakugou furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue, making an ‘up’ motion with two fingers. only then did it click that you needed to take your shirt off.

you looked around as you started to tug your tank top up, looking over at kirishima, who was leaning against the wall with fascination. “ah, sorry! if you really want, i can leave.”

“no! no, it’s fine.” you shook your head, and finally got the courage to lift your tank top up and over your head. in preparation for this, you had simply forgone your bra in the morning.

you were left in just your skirt and panties, essentially. kirishima hummed low in his throat, earning him a glare from bakugou. you felt like you were on fire when bakugou reached a hand out to your shoulder. “lay back. slow.”

you shuddered under his grasp and laid back on the table, bringing your feet up and bending your knees to be a little more comfortable. your nipples pebbled and hardened from the cold air of the parlor.

bakugou studied your tits with an intense gaze, clearly focused on his job in a way that kirishima was not. where kirishima was flirty, groping and grabbing, bakugou was cold and practiced.

“so this is gonna go something like this. one of these is gonna hurt more than the other. when i tell you, you gotta breathe in, and then breathe out all at once. it’ll make the pain a little easier to handle.”

“okay.”

“i’ll be quick, but we gotta do one at a time.” he grabbed a skin safe marker and finally his hands reached for one of your tits, rubbing his thumb into the skin as he marked where the needle would enter and exit. you felt like you were shaking, being grabbed and examined in such a professional manner.

“you can’t have any fuckin’ saliva or jizz or whatever touch these till they’re fully healed, you got that?”

you squeaked, almost jumping in surprise at his words, before laughing and shaking your head. “no worries there.”

“you sure?” bakugou tilted his head, eyebrow raised, and kirishima laughed as he walked over towards the bench.

you didn’t get a chance to answer bakugou, because kirishima was by your head, offering his massive hand to you. “you can squeeze my hand so you don’t pass out.”

you looked up at him through your lashes, squirming on the bench as bakugou squeezed your tit. you didn’t answer, just reaching your hand up to hold onto kirishima’s. his hand was large, warm, and so rough. you wanted to feel his-

“alright sugar. take a deep breath in for me.”

you sucked in a breath through your teeth, and then suddenly a white hot pain shot through your body, something never experienced before. your vision whited out and you may or may not have cried out and dug your nails into kiri’s hand, gripping it tightly.

your head swam as you were encouraged to breathe, and then to breathe in again as the wide bar was slipped through the new piercing. you yelped and jerked on the table, making bakugou put his gloved hand flat between your tits to try and ground you. “relax, brat. stay fucking still. gotta get this stupid ball on.”

“aw, she’s cryin’.” kiri chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. your cheeks did feel wet as the pain subsided slowly. you whimpered as bakugou leaned away from you and reached to grab another needle package and the second bar.

“one more, drama queen. you can do it. just one more.”

“already?” you whined, shaking your head at him as he scooted his chair closer to get a better angle on your other nipple.

you did not get a chance to beg for mercy. “breathe in deep, good fuckin’ girl.”

you screamed this time. bakugou had been right, one hurt more than the other. your head felt so light all of a sudden, your vision blurring as you gripped kirishima’s hand like a vice and shook. your breath punched out of you when the bar was pushed through and the little ball at the end was screwed on.

you stared up at the ceiling and tried to get your bearings as kirishima let go of your hand to pet your hair and keep it away from your tears. “you did it, pretty girl. you got it. just breathe. did such a great job, yeah?”

you gathered your thoughts together as you listened to bakugou get up and take his gloves and his mask off, tossing them away, ever the professional. he walked back over to where you were laying and held up a mirror over you to show you your new jewelry. the sight made the pain worth it; your nipples, perky and red and hard, glittering with bars pushed through.

“what do ya think?” bakugou cocked his head at you, and you let out a deep breath.

“they look… really nice.”

“really sexy, more like.” kirishima chuckled over you as he openly ogled your chest.

you made a noise of surprise, which was immediately followed by your voice getting caught in your throat when bakugou’s free hand moved to start rubbing up and down your thigh. “you okay?”

“y-yeah.”

“you need a break?”

“i think so.”

bakugou nodded and looked to kirishima, who broke into a grin and bent over you just a little, his voice dropping an octave. “let’s take a nice long break, then, huh doll? you think you might wanna relax a bit with us? take your mind off the pain?”

“what?” you shifted to sit up on your elbows, wincing from the pain in your chest, looking between them.

kirishima laughed, “come on, doll. i know you didn’t come in here wearing just that tiny skirt for nothin’.”

“you can say no.” bakugou’s hand moved off your thigh, clearly the more level headed of the two. “we’ll take a break and come back in a half hour to keep going-“

“wait.” you flushed and put up a hand to make him shut up, glancing between them. “you’re not- together?”

“well, yeah, fucking obviously we are,” bakugou rolled his eyes at you while kiri chuckled, “but if we see a hot chick, we’re not gonna say no.”

“true.” kiri was practically purring.

they were standing over you, broad shoulders and tattooed hands and muscle, red eyes honed in on your shirtless form, and for some reason you allowed your inhibitions to fall away.

you took a deep breath and pouted. “just don’t make me get an infection on my new piercings.”

“never.” bakugou cracked his first real grin, foxlike and dirty, already moving back down towards your legs to start pushing your knees apart. you sat up a bit more, onto your hands, sucking in a breath when the bench dipped under bakugou’s added weight as he pushed your knees far apart and revealed your plain cotton panties with an obvious wet spot in the crotch, your pussy throbbing with the realization.

bakugou hummed as he slid rough fingertips down the insides of your thighs. “look at that shit, red. she’s already soaked. got this pretty pussy all needy even after pokin’ her.”

“figured as much. she was all spaced out during her tat.” kiri’s meaty hand slipped around the column of your throat, practically engulfing it in one palm as he turned your head to make you look up at him.

you gasped, and kirishima’s mouth came crashing down onto yours; he had to practically crouch to get even close to you where you were sitting. your hands flew up to his hair, body twisting slightly as bakugou started to work his fingers along your hips to further push your skirt up around them.

you felt yourself start to whimper as bakugou pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers through your wet folds. you shook and moaned as his fingers skillfully rubbed slow circles into your clit, making your hips jerk.

kiri laughed against your lips and squeezed his hand slightly around the column of your throat, pulling away from your mouth to look at your dazed expression. “lay back, doll.”

he guided you back to lay on the bench again, letting go of your throat only for a moment to start unbuckling his belt. “kats, i’m takin’ her mouth first, mkay?”

“hm?” bakugou glanced up from where he was licking his lips, about to press his nose to your pussy. “oh, yeah sure whatever. i’m getting a taste first.”

“someone’s got an oral fixation.”

“shut the fuck up, you red-haired loser.”

you felt yourself start to giggle at their interactions, but suddenly there were lips wrapped tightly around your cliff and a fat cock hanging over your face, drooling with pre.

you swallowed as your mouth practically started to water. your head was spinning as bakugou worked his tongue against your clit, a finger starting to push its way into your right, wet heat. you moaned and felt your eyes flutter, fingers curling into the sides of the piercing bench. “ah, i-i don’t know if i can fit-“

“shh. all you gotta do is swallow. can you try just the tip?” kiri cocked his head at you, suddenly all puppy eyes as he stroked his cock to his boyfriend eating you out.

you whimpered and nodded. how could you say no? you ground your hips against bakugou’s face as your lips parted, and kirishima pushed just the fat head of his cock past them with a low groan.

you felt full. bakugou started to push a second finger into your weeping hole, drool and your juices dripping down his chin and dotting the bench as he ate you out and found the spongy spot within you that made your back arch off the bench, knees attempting and failing to snap shut around his head. bakugou growled against your pussy, unhappy with you disturbing his meal.

you couldn’t respond what with kirishima shallowly thrusting into your mouth, working inch after inch into you. you felt his heady tip hit the back of your throat as your head hung down over the edge of the bench, and you coughed and sputtered.

“shh, careful, careful. breathe.” his hand returned to your throat, feeling the way he slipped further and further in. his balls hung down in your face as he started to effectively fuck your throat, groaning when you whined around him.

you did your best to suck his cock, slobbering and drooling down your cheeks as your eyes rolled back when bakugou removed his mouth and rubbed circles into your clit with his thumb. “she tastes fuckin’ good.”

“yeah? y’think so?”

“yeah,” bakugou breathed out, almost like an offering, and as he pulled his fingers out of your wet pussy, he shoved them directly into kirishima’s mouth.

kiri groaned loudly and sucked on bakugou’s fingers with the eagerness of a dog, gripping your throat with one hand and bakugou’s wrist in the other. he made sure bakugou’s fingers were clean before letting go and rolling his hips against your face. “shit.”

“mhm.” bakugou was panting as he hurriedly fussed with his jeans, shoving them down enough to get his cock free. it was difficult, positioning himself on the bench, but he made it work as he slapped his tip against your clit.

you cried out and gagged again on kirishima’s fat cock, gurgling pathetically while they both laughed at you.

“poor babydoll,” bakugou hissed, pressing his tip to your entrance, “she can hardly breathe, eiji.”

“she’s doin’ a good fucking job. i can feel how deep i am in her throat.”

“i can fuckin’ see that.” bakugou snapped right back before taking a deep breath and sinking so slowly into your pussy.

your walls fluttered around his cock as he sheathed himself inside you, one hand gripping your hip dangerously tight and the other reaching to grab for kirishima’s free hand. “fuck, red, she feels so fucking tight.”

“if- if you think her pussy’s tight, wait till you feel her throat.” kiri panted lowly as he grabbed his boyfriend’s hand over you.

you felt like an object, a plaything, lightheaded and so, so full, almost screaming when they both started to fuck into you at once; they were slightly off pace, both focused on their own pleasure, chasing their highs and smothering you all the while.

kirishima’s hand slid from your throat to the middle of your chest, a compressing weight that left you truly breathless as his balls practically smacked into you. you did your best to try and suck his cock, really, you did, but it was so difficult when bakugou was bullying your pussy and making you shake and cry out.

kirishima was the first to falter, his hips starting to jerk erratically as your vision blurred from tears of pleasure. “oh fuck yeah, fuck, ‘m gonna cum-“

“already? pathetic.” bakugou snapped, only egging kirishima on and making him whine as he tossed his head back and came deep in your throat, making you gag and choke.

he didn’t pull out until the thick, heady ropes of his cum were seated on your tongue, taking a step back to let his fat cock slap wetly against his thigh. it was clear, then, that his refractory period was short; he was already at half mast again as he watched bakugou fuck you into the bench, hiking one of your legs up around his waist to get deeper.

you cried out loudly, voice ragged and ruined as bakugou’s thumb returned to your clit.

“come on pretty girl, lemme feel you cum around my fuckin’ cock first. come on. i know you’re close. i can feel ya squeezin’ me in. shit, baby, fucking cum for me.”

your back arched off the table and your eyes rolled back as you came hard around his cock, your vision going white as you jerked and spasmed on the table. bakugou moaned and dropped his head forward, holding on until the last second when he could pull out and cum all over your twitching cunt, jerking himself off all the way. thick ropes of cum splattered against your skin and made you shiver, all parts of you sensitive.

kirishima, cock still out and hard again, stepped over to swipe his fingers through your pussy and get a taste of yours and bakugou’s cum, groaning deep in his throat as he pressed an almost chaste kiss to bakugou’s cheek. “you wanna fuck her throat next?”

“fuck yes i do.”

[quitebashfulexe]

My entry for @/ttangerinettart's DTIYS on instagram!! I also got some amazing prize art from their contest that I couldn't be happier to be rewarded with!! 👻🍻🥳 Be sure to check out their page for some wonderful art!! o((>ω< ))o

[because-its-eurovision]

i love how after everything that has happened, he STILL somehow thinks people won't turn up to his gigs. what a guy

Here's the thing: he hasn't actually seen everything that's happened. He hasn't had time to take that all in.

Before UMK, some dozens or tens of people came to his shows and he has made fun of it, saying that his gigs never have a back row because there are so few people attending. He even organized a joke contest in his IG stories, and the winning one was along the lines "I don't like crowds, that's why I only go to Käärijä's gigs". Then after UMK his gigs were suddenly sold out, but most of them were still on small venues and nightclubs that could fit maybe a few hundred people. He got big hype before UMK and even bigger after winning that of course, but he really didn't have time to react to anything as he was doing as many shows as possible and doing hundreds of interviews and podcasts and challenge videos and what have you, and practicing singing and dancing and performing before leaving to Liverpool.

Then he was in Liverpool for two weeks without almost any time off, again every day filled with interviews and promotion videos and parties and rehearsals, and the hours he had off he didn't spend on social media but with Joker Out and other contestants, just to relieve the stress and pressure. So he wasn't in Finland, and he wasn't on social media that much, so he didn't see the actual craze that took over this country. Kids dressing in green and practicing Cha Cha Cha on music classes, stores running out of piña colada and Malibu and pineapple juice and everything green including grapes, all landmarks and statues in every city either dressed up in green boleros or lighted up with green lights, people dying their hair green and getting bowlcuts, people getting Käärijä tattoos, people sewing so many green boleros and other outfits that the biggest fabric store chain ran out of all green fabrics, people with green make-up and nails, the fan art everyone was making, even the government offices and political parties changing their logos Käärijä green on Instagram and Facebook, the support messages and posts, literally every store from clothing chains to grocery stores and art supply stores putting their neon green and pink stuff on display in the window - hell, even my local pet store had their neon green fluffy cat toys on the prime spot!

He said in an interview that he heard rumours of all that happened, but of course he hasn't seen it. He said that he has around 100.000 notifications unread and he won't have time until maybe autumn to start checking out what has actually happened this year.

When you think about it from his point of view, six months ago he was a broke-ass musician with a day job, living in a tiny apartment. Some dozens of people used to come to his shows, and then suddenly after Cha Cha Cha he was selling out venues, small ones, but still. Then he left for Eurovision with the single goal of winning, and he didn't achieve that, so he thought himself as a loser, that he had disappointed everyone who supported him. From his point of view he is still the same broke-ass musician living in a tiny flat, but now he's unemployed and Eurovision loser so even more of a failure. So why are there thousands of people suddenly coming to the shows and wanting to see him? Of course it would be baffling to him. He wasn't there when he became a national hero, and he doesn't yet understand that he is no longer a failed musician, he is an international phenomenon.

[hupla222]

Dusk and Feijoa

Introducing for the first time two of my Sinnoh fan-children, Dusk and Feijoa. Art was done by the talented slee.pingfish over on Instagram. Go check them out and give them some love.

As for the characters themselves, I'll give a brief overview of both. Can't dump their whole story here since that would take forever and no one wants to read that. Feel free to ask me any questions you have (questions can be asked here or commented)

Dusk (right): My Twinleaf girl. She's the daughter of Dawn and Barry and it shows. She may seem sweet on the outside but she has a nasty temper underneath and a wildly competitive nature. Her ultimate goal is to defeat her mother and become the new league champion. As such she strives to create a team of only the strongest Pokémon, but still ends up with a sweet little Azuril as her starter anyway. Her parents worry about her ambitions but Dusk has a good heart at her core, just like her mom. She has a rival by the name of Velvet, a Saturn and Jupiter kid, and their rivalry can get quite heated.

Feijoa (left): Feijoa is an odd case. She is being raised as the daughter of Caitlin and Darach but biologically she is only Darach's child. Her other parent is a Giratina. Despite her origins and her mildly frightening appearance, Feijoa is a sweetheart through and through. She is well mannered, polite, and kind, acting as a moral guardian to Dusk. She was asked to travel with Dusk by Dusk's parents to make sure her competitiveness didn't end up her hurting her. Feijoa struggles to fit and is often attacked but nevertheless she is determined to make it in the contest world. She not going to let a little stigma prevent her from showing off her wonderful partners to the world. She has a rival named Ophilus but their rivalry is fairly lighthearted.

[forwardrussia]

Hi everyone,

Here's the link to donate to CareForGaza, a Palestinian fund for food and supplies that *actually* gets to people. They're legit and seem excellent

Their twitter is CareForGaza

I am not going to be posting any art this week, if I do post it'll only be about the genocide. About the global strike week:

My sideblog will only be reblogging useful and informative posts related to the genocide. If you have spare time, please be sure to check out some of my reblogs for ways you can help, things that have been happening, etc.

Whatever you do, do not stop talking about Palestine, especially this week. I emplore you to only use social media during this time to gain and spread information and helpful resources related to the genocide in Gaza. We *will* be heard, don't stop talking about Palestine. In fact, here's some (hopeful) progress (finally)

With Eurovision coming up, and them still allowing Israel to compete, and broadcasters still showing the contest, we can try and stop this

Most USA Senators didn't want to prevent funding to Israel despite inquiries into human rights

Bisan's instagram ("Who is that?")

Of course, I don't know every single thing about the situation, but I cannot be silent

This blog stands with Palestine. From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free 🇵🇸

[art-res]

How should I self promo? I wasn't interested before, but recently I read a post about it and decided I should try it. I really want to get my art out there but I don't know where to put things or what to say without coming off wrong.

Hi anon!

Great question!

I made a lil article about this topic of art marketing & hopefully you find it helpful!

Here are some additional pointers that I have, and may be time to update the article lol.

Self-promotion can be a powerful tool to get your art out to the world, but as you said, it can also be a delicate balance between showcasing your work and not coming off as overly self-promoting.

Use social media: Social media platforms such as Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook are excellent places to showcase your art. Make sure to use high-quality images and engaging captions that describe your art and provide context. Reddit can be good, but read rules carefully! Discord is also good, but again, read rules or join art specific ones ones. Ads can also help, but I am not the most experienced in paid ads..

Collaborate with other artists: Collaborating with other artists is a great way to gain exposure and tap into their audience. Consider reaching out to other artists in your niche and see if they're interested in a collaboration.

Drawing challenges are great ways to network with other artists. There's draw this in your style challenges as well as just word prompt contests like inktober, febroarary, creatureanuary, etc.

Create a portfolio: Having a portfolio is essential to showcase your work to potential clients or art collectors. You can create a digital portfolio using websites such as Behance, Squarespace, or Wix.

Attend art fairs and exhibitions: Attending art fairs and exhibitions is an excellent way to network with other artists and art collectors. It's also a great opportunity to showcase your work and gain exposure.

Do not forget to engage with your audience and be genuine in your interactions, as this can help a lot too!

Sincerely,

AL

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[bewdyscrojb]

The Boltzmann brain thought experiment suggests that it might be more likely for a brain to spontaneously form in space, complete with a memory of having existed in our universe, rather than for the entire universe to come about in the manner cosmologists think it actually did.

[redpencilcreations]

Well - I scratched that other version of my Shrunken Fink for the “Rat Fink Art Contest” put on by Gnarly Magazine. Polls open June 19th on their Instagram @gnarlymagazine. Go check it out !! Already some amazing submissions being posted. Entry deadline is this Friday. Cheers Red

🤙😊

[practically-an-x-man]

some highlights from the convention this weekend:

forgetting to check nametags and ending up playing pinball against Andrew C. Robinson

... having a rematch the next day.

... and the next.

him asking about my SFX makeup - a conversation which ended in him following me on Instagram

and encouraging Cary Nord to follow me as well

1.29% of all my Instagram followers are now made up of Marvel comic artists (I do not have a lot of followers)

Andrew giving me a bunch of extra prints and a couple art books at the end of the con

and offering to network me with some of his propmaking and wardrobe friends in LA since I'm working on getting into the special effects industry

dare I say we're friends now?

setting a new high score on the Venom pinball machine

getting to chat with my theatre friend who was an invited panelist (he's a cosplayer)

competing in my first cosplay contest! I lost, but I got to show off my mechanical hand prop

meeting Tait Fletcher

watching my sister beat Tait Fletcher's high score on Ms. Pac-Man

...then watching him utterly crush her score in one attempt

receiving a very wonderful film-tech pep talk from Chris Bartlett, urging me to keep making props and just dive in since that's how he ended up on Star Wars

he also complimented my Donald Pierce hand :)

meeting Tony Daniels and geeking out about X-Men

didn't have the budget to drop 40 bucks on an autograph but it was really awesome to talk to him

getting signed prints from Tim Townsend, Andrew Robinson, and Todd Nauck

Tim Townsend's print is the OG 5 X-Men so it's got my boy Angel of course :D

getting to play a super neat indie platformer demo (i'm gonna buy the full game for sure)

freaking out a bunch of comic artists with my Corinthian makeup

....including Chris Bachalo

HE asked for a picture with ME because he was so impressed with the makeup! :)

chatting with more comic artists, showing off my tattoo, chatting about the process of sketching and inking

picking up some neat Venom and X-Men earrings

winning a cool articulated snake from this 3D printing claw machine

getting to chat with some really cool craftsmen and collectors at the vending booths

overall just having a really wonderful time!

[knjbrin]

Hi Guysss Not the usual post today but recently I entered in a contest on Instagram! I had to draw Art themed around a Black Female Animated character and so I Chose Bumblebee from Justice League!

My art ended up winning and Is now being showcased and Sold as merch on the Website for Blerds and Powerful! Here’s the art I made make sure to check out the Article they did on my and my design and also the merch on the sites website I’ll link it below!

[ohmybooknessblog]

Book Review of:

Prize Play By Author D.E. Wyatt

Per the authors request, reviews have been posted to goodreads and Amazon as well.

Below is the review of "Prize Play" by D.E. Wyatt an Book Description:

Book Description:

A glorious contest of arms awaits in the City of Ain.

Seeing an opportunity long denied her to demonstrate her mettle, Elsabeth is drawn to Ain by a gathering of the most celebrated masters of arms from across Navarre and Boehm. They have been summoned to a conference on their art by Sir Stemham Crosseby, Master of the Longsword. The foremost attraction of the event is the Playings - A testing of his students before the eyes of the Count of Ain himself.

Elsabeth seeks the unthinkable: To find a way onto the platform and face the flower of Navarrese and Boehman swordsmanship. With all of Ain sensationalized - and the gathering of masters scandalized - by the audacity that a woman might dare to fight, Elsabeth is unprepared when the prize she could claim upon the scaffold is no less than the heart of Crosseby himself.

Prize Play

By: D.E. Wyatt

Review by: Brittany Perez (Oh My Bookness)

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The adventures of Elsabeth Soesten continue with Hieronymus. Only this time, the opening of the story is different. I won’t spoil it for those who haven’t read it yet but the first chapter with a lot of questions, and when you get to chapter two, I think the answers will be right there. Instead it’ll take you back two weeks earlier! So with that said, our two travelers are entering the City of Ain. This City with chaos, especially for Elsabeth who you know there will be somebody that she will challenge and also those who refuse to step aside and let her compete in the one thing that she most enjoys, beating men in swords in a tournament.

Elsabeth reunites with an old enemy. His main goal is to make Elsabeth life miserable and turn everyone against her, especially the swordsmen and the Masters. He will do anything to bring her name to dirt and to bring her life to an end. Of course, Hieronymus will be trying to reason with her when she, of course, has to follow through with her challenge. Elsabeth found out what length men would go to stop her from competing, and she found out how hard it was to leave her heart again for a man. In the end, Hieronymus is there to help Elsabeth back on her feet more ways than one and leave while she can.

Prize Play is a great book bringing back the team duo. No matter the banter that goes on between Elsabeth and Hieronymus, they make a great team. He’s there giving Elsabeth advice and to find her when in dire need. There are many disputes and actions going on in this story. This story has just about everything to check off on your list. I really enjoyed this reading, and I think this action adventure book will make it hard to put down.

#bookreview #newrelwase #mustread

[dragon-wisteria]

It's the first anniversary of my webtoon, The Poppy Court, and to celebrate I'm holding a Draw This in Your Style contest! Check out the rules below:

To Enter:

Draw the image above in your own art style, using whatever medium you prefer. You can change the pose or composition as you like, as long as the character is still recognisable.

Post your version to Tumblr or Instagram using the hashtag #poppycourtdtiys

Tag me in the description to make sure I see it!

Prizes:

One winner will receive a cameo in a future episode of The Poppy Court, OR a free head-shot commission (their choice).

Deadline:

Entries must be posted before April 25th, 2023 to be eligible for a prize.

Have fun!

[arkhura]

I've gotten so many of these when I used to post a lot of art on Instagram before their updates killed it lol -

Here's another to add : don't photoshop out an artist's signature because you don't like it because you "credited them in the description" and then proceed to try and blackmail them, even if it the art is for a contest you're running.

I know not everyone wants context, but if you do :

Since I'm busy today, I'll write it up now -

My artist signature is a star in a circle - a pentacle. It has pagan origin, but the symbol isn't religious or tied to anything besides myself in my signature. Just a star, with a circle connected to it, with an arrow representing a plane flying around a star.

They photoshopped it out because they "don't like Satan but like my art"...

They said they would keep it up and post more. I put a beware up on them. They took down the piece and I withdrew from the contest. They even admitted they did try to blackmail me.

Somehow.. after fighting a bit, turns out the real aggressor was Google not translating things correctly and it made both of us look far more aggressive than intended. I was mostly just confused, lol. Everyone chilled out after, and we somehow became friends.

Curse you, Google! Now I know to double check to see if it is Germanifying correctly.

Also, I hold no animosity towards the kid. He(?) Was young and I kinda get the apprehension of unknown symbols when you have a lot of Christian friends.

I still poated a guide on how to tell between a Satanic pentagram and a pentacle, though.

The Do’s & Don'ts of interacting w/ content creators, & other people you don’t know well mutually I slapped together for Twitter.

This ended up being more Don'ts than Dos but I feel like people need more help learning what NOT to say once they stray away from simple compliments and questions.

[nitushajourney]

Business Operations Plan: "Art Muse"

💖 Business Overview: Art Muse by Nitu

"Art Muse" focuses on creating unique, custom artworks and digital art tailored to clients' preferences. Whether it's a personalized portrait, themed artwork for special occasions, or avatars for social media, I aim to transform ideas into stunning visual representations that reflect their personality, memories, and aspirations. As a passionate artist, I believe that art has the power to connect people, evoke emotions, and tell unique stories.

🌈 Vision and Mission

Vision: To become a cherished source of personalized digital art that connects with people’s stories, memories, and aspirations.

Mission: To provide high-quality, custom artworks that are affordable and delivered with an exceptional customer experience. I aim to build lasting relationships with clients and foster a community of art lovers.

📊 Target Market

Primary Audience:

Gift Givers: Individuals seeking unique and meaningful gifts for friends or family, especially during holidays and special occasions.

Social Media Users: Young adults and teens wanting custom avatars or banners to enhance their online presence. They value personalization and uniqueness.

Small Businesses and Content Creators: Local businesses, bloggers, and content creators looking for custom artwork for branding, promotional materials, and digital marketing.

Demographics:

Age: Primarily 18-45

Location: Niagara Region & Global (focused on North America and Europe due to shipping and digital nature of the product)

Interests: Art, social media, personalization, and gifting

🛠️ Platforms and Tools

To facilitate operations and communication, I'll use:

Instagram: For showcasing my portfolio, client testimonials, and engaging with followers through stories and posts.

Tumblr: To document my entrepreneurial journey, share behind-the-scenes content, and host challenges or giveaways.

Email/DMs: For client inquiries, orders, and detailed consultations.

Procreate (iPad): My main tool for creating digital artwork, allowing for high-quality, customizable designs.

Payment: (Online, PayPal, or Cash): Facilitate secure payments by offering multiple options to suit client preferences.

📅 Operational Workflow

Initial Inquiry and Consultation: Clients will reach out through Instagram or email. I’ll conduct a brief consultation to understand their vision, style preferences, and any specific requests. I will prepare a questionnaire to gather information about their vision.

Creative Brief and Concept Sketch: After our discussion, I'll create a detailed creative brief outlining the project's scope. A rough sketch will be shared with the client for feedback and adjustments.

Finalization and Delivery: Once approved, I’ll finalize the artwork. Clients will receive the digital file via email, ensuring they have the best quality for their use, along with a satisfaction guarantee.

Post-Delivery Follow-Up: I'll check in with clients within a week to ensure they are satisfied and encourage them to share their artwork on social media, tagging me to help spread the word! This not only builds trust but can also lead to referrals and new clients.

⏰ Timeline

Week 1-2: Set up social media platforms, create initial artwork samples, and establish marketing strategies. (Instagram, Facebook, etc..)

Week 3-4: Start accepting commissions, focusing on 2-3 projects per week to manage workload effectively.

Week 5-6: Evaluate client feedback and adjust offerings or processes as needed. (e.g., popular themes or styles)

Week 7-8: Introduce a themed promotional campaign to attract new clients (e.g., holiday or seasonal art).

Week 9-10: Analyze sales data and client trends to refine marketing strategies.

Week 11-12: Host a giveaway or contest on social media to engage the audience and attract new clients as well as collaborate with influencers to broaden my reach.

Week 13-14: Review overall performance and plan for future projects based on feedback,trends, and successful elements from the past weeks.

💰 Pricing Strategy

Custom Pricing Breakdown:

Custom Portraits: $15-$30 each

Social Media Avatars: $10-$20 each

Themed Artworks: $25-$40 each (for more complex designs)

This pricing strategy ensures affordability while allowing me to cover costs and gradually reinvest in the business. The tiered pricing structure encourages clients to opt for more detailed pieces.

📣 Marketing and Promotion

My marketing plan will include:

Engaging Content: Regular posts featuring completed commissions, time-lapse videos of my artwork process, and customer testimonials. Engaging content such as polls or questions will encourage interaction.

Hashtag Strategy: Using relevant hashtags (#CustomArtworks, #DigitalArt, #ArtCommission) to increase visibility. I will research popular hashtags and trends within the art community to optimize reach.

Collaborations: Partnering with local businesses or influencers for shoutouts and cross-promotions such as sponsored posts or joint giveaways, to tap into their audiences.

Social Media Challenges: Encouraging followers to participate in art challenges and share their creations to boost engagement, creating a sense of community.

Seasonal Promotions: Offering discounts or themed artwork for holidays and special occasions (e.g., Valentine’s Day, Christmas) to attract new customers during peak seasons.

📈 Financial Goals

Projected Income: I aim to complete 10-15 commissions over the 14 weeks, targeting an income of $625-$750.

Cost Management: Minimal startup costs (already having a tablet and software). Any profits will be reinvested for marketing materials or potential art supplies.

📅 Continuous Improvement

Throughout this journey, I’ll be documenting my experiences, challenges, and successes on Tumblr. This reflection will not only help me grow as an entrepreneur but also provide valuable insights for future projects.

I'm excited to embark on this artistic adventure, and I can’t wait to create beautiful, personalized artworks for all of you! If you’re interested in commissioning a piece or have any questions, feel free to reach out via DM. Let's make some art together! 🎉✨