#don't get me started on when i go to color in a drawing

[alllgator-blood]

@bialejaja

SCRAMBLED to color this today because I literally did the lines like a week ago and gave up only because my power kept going out. It started as one drawing, and I kept adding to it because more space needed to get filled and the designs were simple enough, so now there's ALL THESE GUYS.

Now I'm going to do an epic Top Three List of why I love your kallamar. Let's fucking gooo

The silhouette is CRAZY and the outfit is PEAK. I don't know how exactly you think of your shapes but you draw your bishops so incredibly Shaped and it itches my brain in the best way, heket is my second favorite from you because she's SO SQUARE. Also anybody who incorporates plague doctor vibes or just general Medical Themes into their kallamar designs is my hero tbh

Big fan of the scar tissue you include on his design, I myself have a lot of noticeable scars that I can't always cover, so it's incredibly based seeing a kallamar design that keeps his scar tissue from his purged form?? It makes me feel less icky about myself cause this guy is so fucking slay, not sure if that was your intention or if anybody's ever told you that but there it is :')

I LOVE LOVE LOVE when you draw him playing guitar. For some reason I can vividly imagine this mf being invited to a bonfire to play some basic chord ass songs, and then flexing on everybody with his classical guitar skills + heavenly nylon strings + masterful finger work. I'm not sure what you have him play, but as a guitar player that's my reaction to seeing him :')

[xoxorory]

Vows, Vows, and a Wedding Plans with Percy Jackson

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Daughter of Aphrodite!Reader Genre: Humor | Fluff | Word Count: ~1.8K Warning: English si not my 1st lenguage lol Requested by: @simpingmyassoff

It had been a long time since Percy and I started our relationship. Four years together, almost five. Sometimes it felt like everything was a dream, as if the world was brighter when we were together. Him, with his carefree attitude, and me, always lost in my thoughts, but with one certainty: Percy Jackson would be my future. And no, I wasn't exaggerating.

"Babe, what are you doing?" Percy asked, looking at me from the door of the cabin.

"Nothing," I quickly replied, covering the notebook where I had been planning every detail of our wedding. I knew he would never take me seriously if he saw it.

"Sure," he responded, knowing something was up. He came closer and sat down beside me. "Can I see what you're writing?"

I sighed. There was no turning back now. We had already talked about getting married young, and of course, we had so many ideas in mind. It wasn't crazy considering what we were: demigods, with such uncertain lives that we thought the best thing was not to waste time.

"The thing is..." I started, looking at the notebook I had already started filling with drawings, colors, and details. "I've got the whole wedding planned."

Percy looked at me curiously, narrowing his eyes.

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything. What I want is for it to be on the beach," I said, getting excited. "It's perfect, don't you think? A small wooden bridge, like those that go over the water, so the dress doesn't touch the sand. In light blue and white. And a wedding cake with those colors, light blue and white, with pink details."

Percy stared at me in silence for a moment, then let out a low laugh, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Are you serious?" he asked, smiling as always.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation. "The vows, Percy. The ceremony. And the speech... well, I want your mom and my mom to give it."

Percy looked at me a little confused, and I saw his eyebrow raise. Sometimes I forgot how inexperienced he was with these things.

"Sally and... and my mom?" Percy seemed even more puzzled.

"Of course," I said, rolling my eyes. "Aphrodite has her... ways. And Sally has to be part of this, she's your mom! Besides, who better to talk about love than the two of them?"

Percy leaned back, propping his arms on the sand. "You surprise me, you know? I didn’t imagine you had all this in mind."

"Oh, Percy," I said, looking at the sea. "It’s just that it’s something I can’t get out of my head. I’ve been thinking about this since we were fourteen. I always knew we’d be something bigger than anything else in this camp."

Percy looked at me with tenderness, as if all of this made more sense than I realized.

"You know... I don’t care about the cake’s color or what the dress is like," he said, standing up to come closer. "All I want is for you to be my wife. I don’t care if it’s on the beach, in the activity room, or even underwater."

I laughed, feeling my heart race. He always said things with such confidence that sometimes it scared me. It was so natural for him, like there was no challenge in our relationship.

"You’re a mess," I said, touching his cheek.

"I know. That’s why I fell in love with you."

Percy grinned from ear to ear. Then he leaned toward me, taking my face in his hands with that intensity that left me breathless.

"I love you," he whispered, his eyes reflecting a promise that was deeper than any words.

I felt a little embarrassed by how sudden the moment was, but I didn’t pull away. I leaned in to kiss him softly.

"And I love you," I replied, never breaking eye contact.

We were ready to face whatever came our way. We knew what we wanted, and although the demigod life made it difficult, we would face it together.

Percy laughed between kisses and pulled back a little to look at me.

"What I want is for all of this to be real. And if that beach wedding with the pink cake becomes a reality, I don’t care."

I gave him a little shove, laughing.

"Wait, and you haven’t thought about your vows? What would you say, Percy Jackson?"

His face lit up with a conspiratorial expression.

"I’ve got it figured out," he said, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "I promise I’ll always be with you, even when the sea is about to swallow us. And I promise nothing will separate us, not even the roughest waters."

"That’s not a very romantic vow, huh?" I said, laughing.

"It’s what I’ve got," he said, winking. "Does it work for you?"

I just nodded, feeling that my future with him would be everything I had dreamed of and more.

And even though our life was chaotic and dangerous, we knew that anywhere, under any sky or by the sea, the only place we really wanted to be was together.

And with that, the future became a lot brighter.

[cosmic-nia]

Hey Nia! Question-(from someone who only uses procreate on his iPad and doesn't own his own computer)- How do you make your animatics? I'm extremely curious because I'm at a point where I'd like to start making them myself but I don't really know where to start! What programs do *you* use? Any tips? If not that's cool 🐯 -Thank you!

OMG HI CATAA

I actually also use procreate. As a matter of fact, I also use it for my animatics!

I’m not really good at explaining stuff as I’m not a professional so I hope this alright for you lol

so what i do, first i start to visualize how i want the animatic to look like. Listen to your chosen audio a couple times (for me its almost a hundred lol) if you have one and just start to imagine how your animatic will look like, how it’ll move and all that.

Then, I just open up Procreate and start drawing. If you’re doing something more complex, I suggest doing some thumbnails to get a general idea. But if it’s something silly and short, i just draw and go from there. BUT THATS JUST MY OPINION!!

here’s what my canvas looked like when i was making my animatic 👇

obviously, the backgrounds and the drawings are in separate layers. Usually, my drawings don’t have color, but I decided to colour them for this animatic. I merged both the line art and the colour together for a couple of frames. Some of them I also merged with the background, mostly just to reduce the amount of layers and prevent a bit of clutter. I know it sounds a bit tedious doing this on one canvas, but I think I manage.

Then, I take those drawings and put them into my editing app, which is Capcut! I mostly just go back and forth when completing a drawing then putting it in capcut, checking it for a while before going right back to drawing, and the cycle continues until the animatic is finished!

A tip i learned from an old tutorial video from theodd1sout- if you want to give your animatics a sort of bouncy look, duplicate your chosen drawing and distort one slightly. Then, go to your editing app and add your distorted drawing- make it last for one or two seconds- then add your original drawing. It will then look something like this!

so yeah! That’s basically how my whole process goes! If you’re just starting out, I think Procreate and Capcut are your best shots! Of course, I’m not a professional or anything, so I suggest looking up animatic tutorials online because they’d explain it better haha

I hope this is a good explanation and good luck with whatever you choose to do, Cata!^^

[inardescere]

Only twice.

"I told you, it's not easy to get out of the city." Rafayel gives him a look, and if he were feeling less tired, he would be pouting and giving him a time. "Most Lemurians in Whalefall city haven't even seen the sun before, not even once, in their life. We're not to go out the city walls, and when we do, we don't stray too far. Going up on land means meeting with you humans, and from experience, we know that doesn't bring us any fortune. Lemurians have no interest in warfare, and we would like to keep it that way." To keep trouble away, to keep humans from noticing them on most days and fending for themselves in the depths. Right now, humans couldn't reach Whalefall City, but the elders seemed adamant that their greed knew no bounds and that one day- if they were to go against these rules, they would come for them no matter how deep their city lay.

But that was exactly why he had wanted to see it. The forbidden, colorful light different from their colorless pale rays.

Suddenly, a shadow is cast over his face as Caleb barges right into his personal space. Something he seems to be making a habit of. The Lemurian thinks he should stop him, or at least remind him what it meant to have their own space- but he gets a finger on his nose and it surprises him into silence, eyes going from his finger up to the other's. Again, it seems like he has something to say and Rafayel decides to let him, to see what was spiraling in his head now. Then, he goes on the most... cheesy spiel that has his voice locked in his throat, his breath stopped while Caleb continues to let his own beautiful eyes roam. Like the ocean meeting the edge of the sky. If that was what he thought of the Lemurian's eyes, how would he feel knowing that he found the man's eyes just as captivating? If Rafayel was the ocean, Caleb reminded him of the endless skies. The same pink hue that dusts the clouds as the sun makes its way down the horizon as if sinking into the depths of the sea. The color of twilight as pink turns maroon and then this brilliant shade of purple as the sky turns dark and stars trace the endless space. The cosmos was trapped in his eyes, and every time light hit those irises it reminded him of the first time he saw that mesmerizing beauty of light flowing like waves so far from his reach-- the one thing that kept him staying afloat for hours drawing lines between each sparkle.

Then Caleb's hand moves, tracing over the moles on his skin that he had never specifically cared to note as if they were something beautiful, comparable to the glistening stars in the real sky. That they thought similarly of each other was a secret he would keep to himself. But the artistic nature in him screams that Caleb was the sky, space, the source of reflected light that dyed the colorless ocean, giving it its various shades. Thick, heavy lashes brushed against his cheek as his eyes lowered and hid them from his view. If Caleb were to look a little to the side, he would spot the red hue spreading on his ears- a clear sign that his talkative nature was starting to get to him. Unnerve him, and peel away at the walls he built to reveal just another living being that feels shy at such unabashed poetry.

Hopefully, the closeness kept Caleb from seeing it all.

"If you wish to brave the darkness of the ocean at night, unable to see even your hand in front of your face, unable to hear through the pressure of the deep sea, and tossed around like floppy seaweed by the currents as the tides shift- I give you full permission to try. Don't come swimming back like a coward and tell me I didn't warn you if you do." Rafayel huffs, giving his leg a light nudge. Stop teasing or he'll contemplate throwing him out there just to see what happens. Just as he thinks that they will get to sleep, Caleb is talking again, another spew of such... Honestly, it doesn't seem like he's trying to gain something from Rafayel at the moment, but his words are sinful. "Is this how you got to my people..." he whispers, wondering if this was why they seemed so fond of the human that came suddenly out of the blue. A sweet-talker through and through. "You aren't the only reason. Don't get too much an ego." He nudges, burying his nose in the other's hair and breaths calming. "But... you can do whatever you want. Look at the sky, or look at me..." His words drawl, and soon he's breathing softer, falling into a light nap.

The next day, Rafayel works for several days without a break, busy as the elders bring him around and ask him to do his studies and rituals, overseeing matters in the city and such. Normally, he didn't even have to be involved but it was just that one time of the moon's phase where he would be dragged about. At this point, Caleb might as well only see a tired God and never see anything else. By the time he's done and given freedom once more, he spends a whole day sleeping off his fatigue. The young Lemurian has no idea what the human had been doing while he was forced into labor. It was the next day, as Rafayel slept belly down in his gigantic bed when someone knocked on his door. "Your Eminence, Sir Caleb is asking to enter-" and before he can finish, Rafayel is waving a hand, a tiny blue fish swimming excitedly towards the door and through the tiny gap, twirling around Caleb like a child. The show of his emissary is enough to have the guard pull away, leaving Caleb free reign to enter his room without anyone to stop him.

Well, Rafayel will be in bed, face buried in his pillow. Good luck waking up an incredibly sleep-prone man.

"careful what you wish for. you might find i'm hungrier than you think." there's a playful chuckle leaving his lips, fingers grazing along rafayel's wrist, tracing patterns that only he could decipher. the flirty game actually comes naturally for caleb, even though he was not seeking for anything else at the moment, it was amusing for the captain to find someone who replied back with the same tone and intensity. rafayel didn't seem to give up easily either, so whatever this little game was, caleb knew was going to be a long road until both of them reached a level of trust comfortable enough to let out their fragility. even though, that seemed to be happening now, sharing thoughts and experiences only feed the empathy between them.

the single thought of trust and vulnerability lingered in his mind. those were concepts he had buried beneath layers of duty and survival. and yet, here was rafayel, an unknown god unapologetically peeling back those layers with every shared glance and every sly smile. caleb's expression softened after hearing about sunsets, his minds starting to drift to countless memories of painted skies with hues of fire and gold, and he takes a moment to stare back at rafayel, realizing he could almost see those hues reflected in rafayel's eyes, a yearning that mirrored his own. "you have only seen it twice?" caleb murmurs with disbelief in his voice, tinged with something deeper as once again he decides to break the distance between them and invading his personal space, poking at his nose with the tip of his index finger. "don't you have mirrors here? i can perfectly see a sunset in your eyes. it’s like... staring into the last moments of a sunset, the kind you can’t help but get lost in." he leans closer, to get a better look. "the pink reminds me of the sky just as the sun dips below the horizon—soft, warm, and fleeting, like a whispered promise. the blue? it's the calm after, where the world slows and you feel a sense of quiet settling in, like the ocean meeting the edge of the sky. the way the colors shift and blend. it’s not just light; it’s alive, untamed, like it’s daring you to reach out and see what happens if you get too close. it is a captivating gradient, much like the fleeting moments of dusk where the world feels both alive and at rest. aaaand those—" he smiles, his fingertip hovering over rafayel's moles in his face. "those are scattered stars breaking through the twilight. almost as if the sunset has its own constellation, written just for me to follow."

though, he is not even able to finish his entire idea, as he tends to speak a lot, as the sudden tug completely catches him off guard. caleb finds himself leaning against rafayel's sholder with a laugh, the closeness as natural as it was unexpected. he doesn't pull away and doesn't hesitate this time either. instead, he allowes himself be, just for a moment, with no walls or false pretenses.

"aw, you tell me to go see the sunset but then back up? coward." caleb tilts his head, eyes meeting rafayel's once more with a spark of determination. "alright. when the time comes, i'll take you to see one that will burn itself into your memory. i promise it will be something you'll never forget, no matter how many lifetimes you live." a promise much to himself as to rafayel. for now though, the weight of exhaustion tugging at them both. "but you have to promise me something. when i take you there, you'll let me see the way you look at the sky. i want to know what it feels like to be the reason someone sees something beautiful."

[garzzum]

Looking back at some of my drawings as a reference but most of the time when I draw my lines have no thought or meaning behind them, I kinda just scribble and call it a day, but now I have no idea what I'm looking at... 😭😭😭 absolutely incomprehensible drawings

[mazken]

brush test slash rendering practice with ayem

[stardestroyer81]

Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if we got an 8-Bit Animaniacs game...

[changelingeyes]

Augustus: the Changeling's autism service puppygirl that is also autistic <3

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[mementoasts]

jonathan sims head archivist of the magnus institute london

[as-rare-as-trees]

Repost of a Wang Yibo in watercolor I did in 2020 taking ispiration from my favourite photoshoot of his

[moe-broey]

I think every transmasc should have a girl blorbo

Delve deep into her writing/character and expand on it and extrapolate ESP if the source material Does Not do her justice or doesn't give her the things she deserves. Find your pain in her pain and find her pain in yours and give her the things you will never have. Whether it was taken, starcrossed, or never meant for you. It could be for her. It could be.

Bestow upon her a gift, what remains of a life never lived. Leftover love of things that never fit right, never suited you, never were meant for you. Things you learned to love anyway, a love both real and manufactured out of necessity and survival.

And bestow upon her another gift, of love that has nowhere to go, of doors you've had to lock shut, doors you know go nowhere for you. Give her the key. Take up your pencil. Draw her in an adorable outfit. Draw her surrounded by loved ones, who love her so dearly back. Every drawing, a wish. That she can have a kinder life than mine. That I could give that to her. A parting gift, from me to someone who I can no longer host, that can now live on peacefully within her and lead an even better life than it ever could have within me. It was in the wrong house I had to rehome it.

Something adjacent to Gandalf Big Naturals ect ect

[featureenvyproductions]

This post touched on physical media for drawing which is good but I want to add my ramblings about physical drawings as well because these days there's a lot of emphasis on drawing digitally, to the point where I think it's been an actual decade since I've come across a tutorial where someone has drawn things physically on paper....Like, don't underestimate the power of drawing on paper and learning to use physical media. Yeah it's not going to do anything in terms of your popularity 👀👀💧 but at the moment, you've also got an extra layer of protection between you and AI since the best physical art AI could probably do with current technology is something akin to "printing" out a picture with a writing utensil of some sort since mimicking real physical technique from photos of paintings or drawings is quite a bit harder than weighting pixels and outputting them into a file.

I'm also telling you this for corporate reasons. The way the world is going, there's going to come a day when there are no free programs for drawing, and certainly tablets and computers won't be free or cheap, and they're going to demand all your personal information to even boot up. You'll be locked into selling all your data and locking yourself into subscriptions just to have some artistic expression. Do you want that? Adobe and apple can do a lot but they can't fucking take away your paper and pencil. You should learn to use them if only to take back power from corporations. It's why even though I do use digital tools a lot for comic color because it's faster and I'm just one person, I still do almost everything else physically (ink/pencil/layouts/etc). I have a box the size of a large coffin with all the comic book pages I've drawn in my adult life, and the only way Adobe is getting their hands on them or removing my access to them is by banging down my front door or burning my house down.

Sure, technology makes our lives easier, but if you learn to use physical mediums, no one can ever take art away from you or keep you from creating it (at least not EASILY without some seriously oppressive changes) and it's going to be a very long time (maybe not even in our lifetimes) that the corporate ability to do so is finally nerfed.

And yeah you don't need fancy shit. I do all my rough sketching on printer paper with a mechanical pencil, or with a cheap ass sketch book I carry around. Especially if it's just for you practicing and no one is going to see it, you do not need fancy things. Your ancestors ground stuff up and dipped their hands in it and smacked a cave wall. This is your RIGHT to make shit by whatever means necessary whether you think it's instagram worthy or not. (I even outlined what you can use for animation from dollar tree if you're broke in a series of posts if that's a thing you want to do https://www.tumblr.com/featureenvyproductions/752966738522619904/my-thoughts-on-how-to-do-basically-kinda-cel?source=share)

And that's another thing too, don't worry if it sucks. I promise it doesn't, because you made something. And also even if you think it does because you're not meeting your goal or whatever, you have to shake the 10000 bad drawings out of your wrist before you get to the good stuff. Even someone like me who's been drawing [seriously anyway] for 25+ years has to warm up a bit before churning out something serious. Just do it I promise it's fine. (And also if you have the ability to take a figure drawing and/or life drawing class do that because in my experience it helps)

(Also not that I'm that great at art still compared to a lot of artists, I have been at it for a long long time, so if anyone who sees my stuff ever wants to know how I did something, please ask me, I will tell you free tips, I love info dumping, there is no such thing as a stupid question,,,,the greatest compliment is being asked how I did something,,,you do not understand,,,,to me democratizing art means ensuring YOU no matter who you are, can make some of it)

Can't afford art school?

After seeing post like this 👇

And this gem 👇

As well as countless of others from the AI generator community. Just talking about how "inaccessible art" is, I decided why not show how wrong these guys are while also helping anyone who actually wants to learn.

Here is the first one ART TEACHERS! There are plenty online and in places like youtube.

📺Here is my list:

Proko (Free)

Marc Brunet (Free but he does have other classes for a cheap price. Use to work for Blizzard)

Aaron Rutten (free)

BoroCG (free)

Jesse J. Jones (free, talks about animating)

Jesus Conde (free)

Mohammed Agbadi (free, he gives some advice in some videos and talks about art)

Ross Draws (free, he does have other classes for a good price)

SamDoesArts (free, gives good advice and critiques)

Drawfee Show (free, they do give some good advice and great inspiration)

The Art of Aaron Blaise ( useful tips for digital art and animation. Was an animator for Disney)

Bobby Chiu ( useful tips and interviews with artist who are in the industry or making a living as artist)

Second part BOOKS, I have collected some books that have helped me and might help others.

📚Here is my list:

The "how to draw manga" series produced by Graphic-sha. These are for manga artist but they give great advice and information.

"Creating characters with personality" by Tom Bancroft. A great book that can help not just people who draw cartoons but also realistic ones. As it helps you with facial ques and how to make a character interesting.

"Albinus on anatomy" by Robert Beverly Hale and Terence Coyle. Great book to help someone learn basic anatomy.

"Artistic Anatomy" by Dr. Paul Richer and Robert Beverly Hale. A good book if you want to go further in-depth with anatomy.

"Directing the story" by Francis Glebas. A good book if you want to Story board or make comics.

"Animal Anatomy for Artists" by Eliot Goldfinger. A good book for if you want to draw animals or creatures.

"Constructive Anatomy: with almost 500 illustrations" by George B. Bridgman. A great book to help you block out shadows in your figures and see them in a more 3 diamantine way.

"Dynamic Anatomy: Revised and expand" by Burne Hogarth. A book that shows how to block out shapes and easily understand what you are looking out. When it comes to human subjects.

"An Atlas of animal anatomy for artist" by W. Ellenberger and H. Dittrich and H. Baum. This is another good one for people who want to draw animals or creatures.

Etherington Brothers, they make books and have a free blog with art tips.

As for Supplies, I recommend starting out cheap, buying Pencils and art paper at dollar tree or 5 below. For digital art, I recommend not starting with a screen art drawing tablet as they are more expensive.

For the Best art Tablet I recommend either Xp-pen, Bamboo or Huion. Some can range from about 40$ to the thousands.

💻As for art programs here is a list of Free to pay.

Clip Studio paint ( you can choose to pay once or sub and get updates)

Procreate ( pay once for $9.99)

Blender (for 3D modules/sculpting, ect Free)

PaintTool SAI (pay but has a 31 day free trail)

Krita (Free)

mypaint (free)

FireAlpaca (free)

Libresprite (free, for pixel art)

Those are the ones I can recall.

So do with this information as you will but as you can tell there are ways to learn how to become an artist, without breaking the bank. The only thing that might be stopping YOU from using any of these things, is YOU.

I have made time to learn to draw and many artist have too. Either in-between working two jobs or taking care of your family and a job or regular school and chores. YOU just have to take the time or use some time management, it really doesn't take long to practice for like an hour or less. YOU also don't have to do it every day, just once or three times a week is fine.

Hope this was helpful and have a great day.

[luvcaleb]

YOU'RE MINE.

nsfw (18+). includes aphrodisiacs, dry humping, rubbing cock over panties, possessive!caleb, caleb is gentle at first until you piss him off, this is basically ‘testing caleb's patience: the fic’, unprotected sex, creampie, i have to mention that caleb is possessive twice because caleb says some freaky stuff, sappy confession during sex, happy (horny) ending <3 likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

Caleb doesn't accept love letters and chocolates whenever Valentine's Day comes along. However, girls directly stuff them into his bag without his knowledge sometimes, and you take it upon yourself to eat the sweets because Caleb would just throw it straight to the trash otherwise.

“It's a waste,” you'd always say. “You might not like them back, but they still made the effort to make chocolate for you.”

And then Caleb would shake his head, frowning, “Though most of them mean well, sometimes they put weird stuff in the food. So if I were you, I'd spit out that cupcake, pipsqueak.”

You usually don't heed his warnings—Caleb's always been kind of an overthinker. Now, though, you regret not listening to him as an unfamiliar heat spreads across your body, your core throbbing as you feel yourself dripping in your panties.

...The panties that's rubbing against Caleb's crotch right now, soaking the fabric of his pants while you grind down on him. Caleb's expression looks like a mix of confusion, worry, and arousal, his hands hovering above your waist as if unsure where to touch you. “Nn— hey, what's gotten into you? Do you even know what you're doing right now?”

You see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he nervously swallows, and you start feeling something poking you at your clothed core. Caleb sits up on the sofa where you pushed him down a while ago, grabbing your hands on his shoulders. “C'mon, tell me. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong.”

You whimper, your body collapsing on top of his. He quickly scoops you up, one hand holding the back of your head, the other resting on your lower back, ensuring you're properly seated on his thighs.

“I... I feel weird,” you pant, clutching the front of his shirt. “I'm dizzy, and my body is hot all over. My...” you swallow down your embarrassment, “my pussy feels empty... Caleb, can't you help me? Please?”

Almost imperceptibly, his grip on you tightens by a fraction. He sighs, angling your head to make you look at him in the eye. Perhaps it's the trick of the light, but Caleb's face is a flustered pink. “I can't do that. You're going to regret it when you turn back to normal and get all weird about it.” He glances at the chocolates you ate on the table, brows furrowed. “Aphrodisiac chocolate... I should've known. Then you wouldn't have become like this...”

Your mind is in a daze. Your body feels unusually heavy, but your head feels like it's floating. Most of what he said is lost on you, and at this moment, the only thing you can focus on is that Caleb is looking at something else. You grab both of his cheeks, forcibly turning his attention to you. “Please help me, Caleb...” Clumsily, you lift up your hips, pressing your cunt against the tent in his pants. It glistens with your wetness, and Caleb can't help but groan when you rub the tip with your thumb. “It hurts... I need this inside me...”

Caleb has always adhered to your whims, but even he has his limits. He pinches your cheek, “I can't put it inside, idiot, I don't have a condom. I just have to make you cum, right?” He gestures for you to pick up the hem of your skirt, sucking in a breath when he sees how soaked you are. “Fuck....”

The entire crotch area is damp, and if he looks carefully, he can even see the faint shape of your clit. Curiously, he draws circles on it, breathing heavily when a fresh glob of slick stains your underwear. “That's hot...”

He pulls down his zipper, releasing his cock from his boxers. You gasp softly at the sight. He's long and thick, arching to a beautiful curve, colored almost red from the strain of holding back. He gives himself a few experimental pumps, moans coming from his mouth as he masturbates at the sight of you, holding up your own skirt to give him a perfect view of your wet panties, an innocent, frilly pair he can't wait to ruin.

He positions his cock to your folds, aiming at the spot your hole should be if not covered by your underwear. You both groan at the first slide, his pre-cum further soaking the fabric of your ruined panties. He wraps himself in his fist, teasing your clit as he pumps into his hand. More pearls of white spurt out of his tip. “Ah, fuck, that's good... so good...”

“Ah, ah, Caleb!”

You move your hips, moaning while he rubs himself against your cunt. The warmth of his cock is driving you crazy, and the added friction of Caleb rubbing your nipple through your clothes makes you even wetter than you already are. He's biting his lip, dazed eyes staring at your body appreciatively. “I'm taking this off, baby.”

He impatiently runs his hand through the buttons of your clothes, some of them popping off to clatter on the floor. “H-hey, I liked this shirt— haa...!”

“I'll buy you a new one,” he grunts, mouthing at one of your tits, sucking as if anything would come out. He unclasps your bra one-handed, throwing it over your shoulder. “These things are fucking annoying...”

Finally, he gets tired of rubbing you over your clothes. He lifts the side of your panties, sliding his cock inside to directly grind against your pussy. “Shit, that's more like it,” he moans loudly, your wetness gliding down his balls. “You feel so good.”

“Caleb, put it inside already,” you whine, scrunching up the fabric of your skirt in your fists. “This isn't enough for you either, hnn, right...? Give me your cock, please...”

Caleb grits his teeth, holding your hips to stop you from dropping on his dick. “Didn't I tell you I don't have a condom?”

“I don't care!” you struggle in his hold. “Fuck me, c'mon... it hurts...! If you don't...”

You pant against his ear, knowing exactly what you're getting into, drugged or not, “...I'll ask Zayne to fuck me instead.”

The effect is instantaneous. He pulls out, replacing his cock with two fingers plunging inside you at once, hitting deep all the way inside. You choke, gasping out for breath as his hand doesn't stop, slick jetting out of your cunt with every push of his fingers. His clothes are getting soaked, but Caleb doesn't care about them at all, coldly glaring at your face twisted in pleasure.

“So you're telling me you'd be fine with just anyone?” He's chuckling, but he doesn't sound like he's happy. “Fuck. I should've just done this from the start, then.”

He grabs two of the chocolates, popping one in his mouth. When he finishes swallowing, he places the other one in his mouth again, but then he suddenly grabs your jaw. “Open your mouth, slut.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, mouths locking together. The chocolate melts from the heat, his tongue licking at yours as he's forcing you to swallow. He doesn't let you go until he's sure you've eaten all of it, drool dripping from the corner of your lips.

“We're not stopping until you learn I'm the only one who gets to see you like this,” he grunts, taking out his fingers and slathering your slick on his cock to make it wet. “I'm the only one who gets to call you mine.”

“Haa... haa...”

Clothes are strewn messily on Caleb's bedroom floor, the mattress squeaking with each thrust of his hips. You're on your back, one leg hooked over Caleb's shoulder, staring into space as you're fucked absolutely stupid.

“Fuck, I can't stop my hips....” Caleb's still fucking into you, hasn't stopped for the past hour. The effects of the aphrodisiac have probably passed after the first two rounds, but his cock shows no signs of softening after release. He cums another load into you, overflowing from your pussy to spread into his sheets. “Ah, hng, shit... Hey, I told you not to waste it.”

He pulls out, pressing his fingers inside your loose hole to fuck his cum back in. You make a sound of protest, already feeling full.

“Are you starting to regret what you said now?” He grabs the back of your thighs, pressing your legs next to your ears. “Too late for that, though.”

Caleb groans, sloshing his cum inside your cunt with his dick. You helplessly grab at the sheets, moaning brokenly. His pelvis rubs against your engorged clit on every snap of his hips, driving you to squirt on his abs again, his torso glistening with your mess.

“You're squirting again? How many times have you cum?” Caleb laughs meanly, sucking another possessive mark among the smattering of hickeys he's already left along your collarbones. “Nasty girl...”

He leans back, getting a better view of your body. There are traces of him everywhere, from the hickeys on your neck, his cum on your chest because you couldn't swallow everything he poured in your mouth, and the faint bite marks on your inner thighs when he paid the favor and ate you out.

He presses a kiss on your chest, staring at you with dark eyes. “If you didn't say that, I would've been patient with you. Fingered you loose before putting my cock inside, making sure you're comfortable... I would've helped you ride out the effects of the aphrodisiac and never speak of it again. After all, to you, I'm just family.” He nuzzles against your cheek, his voice taking on a darker tone. “But you just had to call out another guy's name, didn't you... Would've fucked him if it was him here, not me...”

Caleb thrusts back inside you roughly, fucking your cervix. “You can't do that, you know? You've always belonged to me. Every part of you is mine, so no one else can touch you.” He cups your cheek, devouring your cries of pleasure with his mouth. “Just me... it's only me, right? I'm the person most important to you, right? You said so... So why are you bringing up another guy?”

He's asking questions, but he doesn't let you answer any of them, kissing you so much you almost can't breathe.

“Even though I'm in front of you...” Kiss. “Even when I'm the only one who loves you this much...” Kiss, kiss. “You're still thinking of another person...” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “That's hardly fair when you're all I think about everyday.” Another sloppy kiss.

You weakly push his chest, breaking away from the kiss. “Wait, Caleb—”

He pins your wrist to the bed. “I'm not stopping.”

“I'm not telling you to stop, I'm telling you to liste— ahh, haa, hnn!” The cock still ramming up your walls makes it much more difficult to speak, hammering against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl. “Fuck, ah— Caleb, listen to me!”

He hums as he sucks another hickey on your skin. “I am.”

You don't have it in you to argue even when he clearly isn't, trembling at the pleasure. The hand holding your wrist travels upwards to intertwine your fingers together, grounding you back to reality.

“Caleb, I was just— I didn't mean what I said...” you stammer, trying your best to speak without getting distracted. “I, mmh....! W-wouldn't do this with anyone else... haa... I just said that so you'd fuck me— ah, ah!”

He scoffs, slowing his pace when he sees you being overwhelmed. “You're just making excuses to get me to stop.”

“I'm not, you dummy! I...” your brows pinch together, embarrassed to say it but you continue anyway, “Caleb, you're the one I think of when I touch myself... nn... And I know it's wrong, and you only think of me as someone you should take care of, but, I, haah, I like it when you kiss me, or when you hug me, and I— gh! I like it when you fuck me hard, too, just like this...”

You move your hand to cup Caleb's jaw, admiring his awestruck expression. He looks at you like he's seeing you for the first time.

“I'm not telling you to stop,” you repeat yourself firmly. “I just wanted to say I didn't mean that thing I said earlier, and if it's you, you can do whatever you want to me. Because I love you just like how you love me, Caleb.”

His hips come to a complete stop. “Say that again.”

“I love you, Caleb.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“Okay, you're really pushing it, it's embarrassing to sa— aah!”

He grabs your hip, pulling you back to his cock. He fucks you frantically, harsh groans leaving his lips, your name like a prayer. “Fuck... you love me? You love... me?” The words seem unfamiliar on his tongue, heartbreakingly quiet. You squeeze your connected hands.

“I love you, Caleb. I really, really love you, I've loved you a long time ago...” you tilt his chin, making him meet your gaze. “Now say it back.”

“I love you,” he says with certainty, as if it's a fact of the universe. “I love you so much.” He buries his head into your neck, sucking new marks. “I love you... fuck... I love you so badly, it hurts...”

His cock drives deeper, the wet slaps of skin deafening in the room. Cum dribbles out of your hole with his thrusts, and he swipes it up to smear it on your engorged clit. Rub, rub. Rub, rub.

“Shit, Caleb!” You wail, rutting to his finger. “Everything feels so good, ah, ah!”

“You feel so good, too, aw, fuuuck...” he's melting inside you, your warm walls clenching around him so tight, sucking him back in every time he pulls out. “Your pussy keeps sucking me back in...!” 

“Ah, hnahh, ngh, yes, like that, ah! I'm cumming, cumming!”

His balls draw tight, his cock about to burst. “Fuck, shit!” he fucks in, in, in, until he's filled every space in your cunt, thumb frantically rubbing at your clit. Clear liquid soaks his cock, wetting his pelvis, and he follows you in your release, shooting ropes of milky cum deep inside your pussy. “Fuck, ah, take my cock, take my fucking cum all the way in, ohh— take it deep in your womb—”

He keeps cumming, and cumming, and cumming. “It won't stop,” he moans against your ear, watching your hole overflowing with his semen. “Your pussy feels too good, it's sucking me dry...”

“Caleb, shit, how are you still— ohh, fuuck...” you whine as the last spurts of semen hit your torso, Caleb having pulled out and pumping his dick to cover you in his cum.

Finally emptied, Caleb collapses on the spot beside you, running a hand through his hair. “I need a shower,” he mutters, feeling the stickiness on his body.

“We need a shower,” you correct him. “I probably won't be able to walk for the next few days, all thanks to you, so you better take responsibility and carry me everywhere.”

Caleb laughs, light and airy, nothing like the dark tone he's been speaking in earlier. He pulls you to his chest, pressing chaste kisses all over your face. “Anything for the girl I love.”

[ricoka]

I have got I can't draw to save my life anymore disease and it's incurable apparently

[oblique-lane]

References for Anomaly Diversion!!!

Official!! finally!!

I wanted to make their design stand out, so I created them from scratch; they're not loadouts you can find in-game. Plus a little bit of character description because I'm dying to talk about them and their roles in the story (*wearing a shirt that says "please talk to me about my fic"*).

Now I can finally draw them often!!

Somewhat goofy clothing sheets under the cut↓↓↓

I tried to design them the way their silhouettes and colors stay recognisable, as if they were meant to be used in-game later, to not to break the gameplay rules. I also wanted them to look as tf2-like as possible, I studied the hell out of the 3d models and on the last three I guess it started to turn out decent. Drawing Spy is still pain though.

Or maybe it's just that I'm not attracted to the majority of the mercs visually?? That's why they don't look satisfying?? Lmao. Need to adjust them to my tastes later.

I'm not sure I can exactly explain my design choices with these... How exactly they correlate to their characters. There is something, but I went for it fully intuitively.

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For BLU scout I went for the softer, rounder oversized clothing to accent his insecurity and the need to shield himself for comfort. It still needed to shape his torso (game rules) but his hood and sleeves do the deed. There is also a strict rule in how to draw his freckles: they look more like moles and there's 7 or 8 of them. You won't believe me if I say this is lore relevant.

For RED Scout, I went with the more aggressive military style. I think I literally took this jacket design from a real military one. There should be an accent on his heavy relations with the army. His clothes are tight because he still likes himself.

RED Sniper is giving hunter vibes, forest type. BLU Sniper looks more like a fisher or a winter hunter. Not sure what deeper meaning I could assign to this except that BLU Sniper was heavily referenced on Ogata Hyakunosuke.

BLU Spy should radiate tiredness. His look is quite unkept for his standards but at this point it doesn't matter anymore. The turtleneck and the boots are special requests from @/gentlesurgeryenjoyer (xoxo)

BLU Medic just looks so freaking cool in a black shirt. It was a vision. I'm not sure if black and white accents mean anything in terms of which side those characters are on. I also wanted to separate him from another famous horror witnessing Medic.

And Miss Pauling was the most satisfying to draw, it was a gift to draw her last... I gave her pants because it's getting cold outside at the time when the story takes place. I also find it very impractical to go killing job in a pencil skirt, I'm sorry. She probably also wears snickers underneath.

And also thanks to @nightly-headache for helping out and assistance!