#i hate drawing footwear

[averyplane]

maids

[mousecracker]

weiss redesign with some side monochrome

[thefootprintpr0ject]

My flip flops experience

(Very Long Story)

This experience happened last year in the summer. I was 18.

I love wearing flip flops in public now. I used to be extremely anxious about people seeing my feet. Maybe it was that they'd be too pale or people would think my toes looked funny. Maybe the sound of the flip flops would draw attention to me. Maybe it could have been that people would somehow know I had a foot fetish just because I was wearing flip flops in public. But I have a strong desire to not let my anxiety keep me from doing what I want and an even stronger desire for my insane foot fetish. Bonus is the shoe fetish lol.

I always liked seeing a man wear down any type of foot wear to the point were his footprint was deeply imbedded into the footwear. Not only is that a turn on for me, it's incredibly powerful and confident even though it's so simple. Flip flops have always been the perfect thing for that to me. So I said enough was enough.

I started out small. I bought a pair of flip flops months ago and was waiting for hot weather. Took me a while to work the nerve, the horniness rather, but I decided how I was going to start was to wake up early in the morning to avoid lots of people and go for a walk in my flip flops. It felt a little off at first but MAN OH MAN it got super comfortable super fast; The feeling of the summer heat beating down on my feet was a feeling I haven't felt in years because I was so anxious before. I even got super curious and horny to try barefooting and the flipflops were the perfect opportunity because it's easy to take on and off. I found a secluded area and it's pretty much just a dirt path with a bench at the end because it's all trees at that spot. So I walked there and did my barefoot thing which was so amazing for so many reasons but that's a different story. When I was done, I thought I would hate the feeling of all that dirt grinding under my soles with the flipflops but no. It feels almost like nothing and what I can feel does feel oddly sexy for some reason. Oh and turns out all that dirt on the flipflops wore down the material faster so I was already making a footprint.

So that was my thing for a couple of weeks. I'd wake up early in the morning and go for a walk to do my barefooting thing and even try to tan because I've always been very pale.

Then I decided to push my new found boundary and try to go out later in the day where more people would see me. Just to show myself that literally no one cares if my feet are showing. Pale or not. And guess what? No one even LOOKED AT ME! I was also started to find people online that were extremely outspoken and confident about this type of thing, which was really awe-inspiring to me, and then something just clicked in me. So then I really got comfortable with it and let my mind go to foot fetish town instead of "anxiety therapist town."

I really started to love every part of wearing flips flops in public; People seeing my feet, the feeling of the wind, dirt, grass, sun and even morning dew touch at my toes. Feeling the flip flops rub and slide against my soles. Feeling the back ends slap against my heels. Hearing the sound of my flip flops against my feet and the ground. Letting my toes flex and bend a lot more than a regular shoe and the absolute feeling of my entire foot pounding and grinding into the flip flops. It's such a major turn on.

Fast forward to now after doing all of that and I am completely comfortable with my feet showing in public and being in flip flops. I feel powerful, more confident, sexy, stronger, liberated, free and even more normal than before. I'm just sad it's about all over now since summer is coming to an end.

If anyone stuck around this long and is reading this last part, thanks so much. I appreciate even just one person hearing my sweet nothings about my foot fetish. If anyone wants another experience story or something, just let me know and I'll do it.

[hellishgayliath]

Just wanted to ask you have you got some references on Pico? I've been trying to find it in your posts, but i guess I'm blind :")

No problem anon I gotcha~!

We have his original ref sheet here, his look has remained pretty consistent with the way I draw him. The only thing I do tend to leave out is his sandals cuz truth be told I hate drawing shoes or any kind of footwear lol.

How I've been doing his tail recently too with a double line and single line type of pattern

Here's the way I also draw his clipped ear that's easiest for me

He has his own dedicated tag "pico opossum" to help others and especially me in case ya wanna look back at him and read everything there is about him (or look at the amazing fanart people made of him QAQ ahhhhh) you can find that listed on my pinned master post c:

[cloud-somersault]

What does Little Star look like? 👀

Alright, well!! Just wanna preface this by saying that, because i'm not an artist, you just have to deal with my terrible descriptions. LMFAO okay, let's go.

So! here's how Little Star looks in simple terms:

silver hair

gold eyes (ofc)

light brown skin (darker than Macaque's)

baby blue clothes

marking has a few spiked edges on it... like a star?? I'm kinda up in the air on this one.

their marking is either...a slight greyish color?? or maybe..a dark grey...or black i dunno. i don't know color theory 😭😭😭

Going a bit more in depth, I can talk about the parts of their design I'm sure of LMFAO

Their hair would be much like shadowpeach's, except they have a ponytail with a red ribbon tied around it! I'm thinking they might have bangs...! I just don't know how that'd look in lego style so I'm like 🤷‍♀️

I got some inspiration from Zhang Chengling from Word of Honor! Good show, love the boy...love this style for Little Star.

Like, bangs and a ponytail in this style! Maybe shorter bangs. I dunno but! Anyway, for the baby blue outfit:

Have you guys heard of Samurai Warriors LMFAO Little Star travels a lot, so their outfit would be a little all over the place. But I like the cape here and the footwear. AND THE SHORTS I like a celestial primate not wearing pants??? I think Little Star would be that primate. They will show off their silver, furry knees THANKS! The colors in the above picture aren't right, but the vibes and hairstyle are.

Okay one more example for Little Star vibes.

Moroha from Inuyasha is! Also a good example hair wise and outfit wise. Hopefully you guys can see the similarities. Little Star is very much a "little sister/niece" type of character. Very energetic. Flies from one thing to the other. But loves deeply and fiercely. As the celestial primate of connections, they're eager to make connections with everyone. They like making people smile. They like making people believe in magic and be filled with hope.

A bit of a people pleaser. Stubborn (what celestial primate isn't) can be a little insensitive at times. Tends to focus on others instead of themselves. LOVES magic so much! Hates the time it takes to get good at magic. A risk-taker, isn't afraid to speak their mind, LOVES making fun of Wukong and Macaque but it's all in good fun. WOULD LOVE MK SO MUCH, HE'S SO FUN! Cannot see him right now because they're MIA 😭

anyway, I hope?? This was helpful?? Sorry, I can't draw but none of you followed me for that LMFAO

[sixxtytoo]

HIIII umm yasuhiro for the ask thing?

HI AL!!!!!!

favorite thing about them: his HAIR i love his hair he's sm fun to draw (mostly. uh. cuz of his hair :D)

least favorite thing about them: his role as designated living gag character! he's got potential!!! ....probably!

favorite line: it is simply too hard to say 😌 (can i just put the entirety of ultra despair hagakure here. can i)

brOTP: fujikure. that's it that's all. they're best friends. the stepsiblings ever. stealing food off of each other's plates and all.

OTP: DR 3 ERA TOGAKURE i think it's hehe funny but i also just think they'd be good for each other. byakuya gets looser (barely) and yasuhiro just goes at his own pace as always. it's a total win-win

nOTP: IDK it feels weird to me to ship him with anyone in thh's timeline. i know there's all that funky age stuff but still

random headcanon: he hates footwear in general. what the hell

unpopular opinion: some people associate him with being a pothead but i absolutely hate that. the only thing he's high on is life [read in a 47 year-old camp counselor voice]

song i associate with them: Frank Ocean - Skyline To

favorite picture of them: im thoroughly in luv with his distrust design. so sorry i am too lazy to link it

[gubsgames]

Tavuary Day 1: Flowers

Today is February first, which means it is officially TAVUARY! There are two ways to participate by either following the Week-by-Week Prompts (Week One is "Fluff") or by using the Day-by-Day prompts found in this post! Fic Title: Blooming Pairing: Astarion x Dandy (my Halfling Bard Tav) Warnings: No warnings, just silly and cute fluff Summary: Just a short and silly domestic drabble

Finishing up her supper-time calling around the neighbourhood, Dandy stepped over the threshold of the hillside-nestled cottage that she and Astarion called home during the winter months. She was shaking the snow from her boots before kicking them off into the little alcove near the door reserved for hats, cloaks, and outdoor footwear when she noticed that a pair of Astarion’s shoes were also a bit frost-covered. Since returning to her home village, Dandy had gotten accustomed to Astarion’s need for evening constitutionals, time he could stretch his legs (quite literally as the cottage was not built with someone of his height in mind) after being cooped up during the day. The fire in the parlour hearth beckoned Dandy to warm her hands and feet, but she was stopped by an unexpected sight: On the table nearest her harpsichord, a few pink, yellow, and periwinkle winter-blooms poked their petalled heads out from an earthenware jug. A swell of happiness flushed through Dandy, and she went in search of Astarion to thank him. She thought she would find him in their bed, waiting to be praised and spoiled with affection for such a kind gesture. To Dandy’s surprise, however, she found him curled up in his study with a rather grumpy expression. “Why are you hiding in here?” Dandy wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a delicate kiss to his temple. Astarion stared at her as if she should already known what had soured his mood. “I picked flowers,” he muttered with a somewhat disgusted tone. “Colourful ones.” “Yes, you did.” “For you.” “They are lovely. Thank you, Gumdrop.” Dandy gave him another kiss, this one to his cheek as positive reinforcement. 

“I hate flowers.”

Astarion seemed quite at a loss as if bamboozled by his own actions. “I know,” Dandy nudged him over in the overstuffed armchair so she could cuddle him properly, “but I like them.” “I know,” he repeated, drawing his arms around her. The tenseness in Astarion’s shoulders melted away as he buried his face in the sweet scent of her abundant chestnut curls. 

[reality-detective]

Patriots and Frog Family

Optics: The way a situation, action, event, etc., is perceived by the public or by a particular group of people. What something will look like to the outside world; the perception a public relations person would have on something.

We just defined optics! Let’s take an example of recent optics and apply logic and strategy to it … Palestine, Ohio. Whether you believe it is true or not, truly think about it piece by piece. A few things come to my mind. My career profession was occupational health and safety. Why aren’t they all wearing hazmat suits? Why didn’t they evacuate folks for 10, 20, 30 or even 50 miles away? Or this one question gets me big time…. why are the National Guard protecting that area (without hazmat suits on?). But Mar…what about the dead fish? The dead animals? Hmmm let’s see. Optics or perhaps placed there for optics sake? Ok. More questions creep out at this stage. Who is in charge of the National Guard? Is it the faux Joe Biden or is it a military operation that is being used to wake up the sheep? Is it a false flag? Is it a cabal or White Hats operation? Questions…questions and more questions. As I said, apply your own research, facts, logic and strategy and finally draw your own conclusion. We already know that the mainstream media is untrustworthy so don’t look to them as a resource. They are the enemy…the co-conspirators for brainwashing the people.

Ok let’s take another “possible optics” that is happening…the border crisis. Is it truly real??? Do you think that the White Hats and Trump are allowing tens of millions of folks to invade our country? If I remember right before Trump “left” office, the wall was nearly done. Are some folks sneaking into our country? I have absolutely no doubt they are but tens of thousands or millions? Where is that caravan that was supposed to hit? Why do these “illegal aliens” all look well fed…. have Air-Jordan footwear…iphones…etc? Who is providing them with their daily food and water?

My point here is that this is a Psychological battle…. and a Spiritual battle. It’s truly a Biblical war! So let’s see thru some things. Let’s dig until we find the truth. Isn’t that our weapon? We need to be armed with facts and truth. And on that point let me bitch for a moment…. its time to get back to teaching basics and critical thinking and stop the brainwashing that is happening to our youth. Parents…how can we teach our children if we aren’t doing our own due diligence in bringing the truth to light. Oh wait!!! That’s exactly what we HAVE been doing! We may sometimes have to think out of the box to find the truth but we have been doing just that. We Patriots and Frogs have been doing just that because we have awakened and will no longer stand for our lives…. our freedoms to be trampled on. We are the new worldwide army. We are learning to understand the Plan…the need for optics.

I have posted that the Biden administration has negotiated a deal with the World Health Organization giving them authority over all US pandemics on my previous deactivated accounts. Why would I post that knowing that👇

1) Biden no longer exists…he was executed years ago.

2) that Trump and the White Hats would never allow WHO to have that kind of power over us. I posted it for optics. To enrage those that are still not awake and those that may think they are awake but not completely awake. Do I like having to do these types of posts? Hell NO! But there is still a need to wake up folks. Watch the comments when posts like that are done then you will understand the need. I honestly hate that part. We are supposed to use truth as our weapon. It distresses me to no end when I do posts like that knowing that nothing this faux administration does is legal or binding but I do it because it alarms the folks that are just starting to wake up. I know my frog family knows the truth and knows that God and the White Hats are in control. I know that the Plan states “Only at the precipice will people find the will to change.”

I personally have faith in this Plan. I also know that united we are more powerful than we know and the enemy is petrified of the day when we all actually realize that. But. It still grates on my nerves to have to post anything that is not the truth…. even for optics sake.

Remember. Everything must fall while under the faux Biden administration. Trump will step back in to prevent the WW3 scare event. We will be returning to the Original 1776 US Constitution. Trump will be the 19th president because everything after the 18th president will be negated.

The White Hats must do what they have to do to wake up the remaining normies. We are aware already. Be patient. It is all wrapping up now. The WW3 event is already being touted by the media. We are almost there.

Stay alert.

Stay prepared.

And above all think. ���

[kyukicho]

@mcwscollective asked: “Koko, look.” Seishu tapped the computer screen to draw his boyfriend’s attention to it. He’d been scrolling through some of the ugliest shoes ever made, and just wanted to make a point. “If you ever buy me anything in these search results, I’m going to assume that you hate me.”

"Hmm?" Koko bent down to see the screen better. With his poor eyesight it was sometimes hard to view at an angle. Thankfully, or not, the hideousness of the shoes was visible quite clearly. Taking the mouse from Seishu's hand he scrolled down the assortment of obnoxiously offensive looking footwear. Heels that even his love wouldn't pull off.

"Guess I need to make some returns..." He teased with a sly little smirk. Sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. He would never buy something so horrendous. He had at least some decent taste when it came to fashion.

[cutechickdgaming]

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I really like Lilac’s current design for Permafrost. It kinda gives me a clearer direction for stuff like his hair and clothing and footwear.

I’m just having trouble of making it feel right in terms of how I draw him. Permafrost really looks fantastic in Lilac’s style, for me I struggle to make his hair look natural and satisfying to me, and I hate how I keep making his face so fricking young.

Tbh I would like to try giving him a slightly different hairstyle to match my drawing style, since for my style I tend to give the hair more detail and such.

[zingiber-santi]

I've been working in after-school child care (esp age 8-12) for ten years now, time for some reflections

(plus 20 years of doing summer camps)

- crippling gender based anxiety for boys. This one, I'm sure, is mainly based on Czech Republic views on queer stuff plus our overall views. I had a boy hand me a hair clip saying he found it, that it's not his, bc these are for girls, he just found it. I had several boys explain to me, that only girls have long hair, while their friend who is a boy and has long hair sat right next to them.

All of the colours have gender. Girls can't wear blue (they say to me, decked all in blue, with my colleague next to me in blue shirt), guys cannot wear pink. This actually got bit better few years ago, when some popular football player wore pink shirts and suddenly pink was ok. It's not anymore.

- about 90% of the girls hate pink, bc it's basically the only colour they wear, bc clothing shops have like everything "girl" in pink.

- the kids got progressively worse. This is not on them. This is very much parents fault. Even the worst of my "first" kids, were better than some of my "ok" kids this year. What I mean by worse:

- they're extremely self centered. Kids always were and will be self centered creatures, that comes with age, but it's getting worse. With this ties the lack of empathy. I'm blaming this on YouTubers and streamers. Those ppl are always the main character of everything they do and kids want this. Also being a YouTuber or a streamer is the main goal these days,of course.

Also because of watching gaming videos the kids tend to narrate if they play games. Not only on their phones. We play a lot of board games. They narrate everything as of they are streaming. Can be funny but it's also extremely annoying.

- entitlement up their butt. Once again, parents are at fault. The kids get everything they want. I know abt families that took a loan, so they could buy their kids all of the toys the kid wanted and ofc new iPhone when it's released (this is cz, iPhones are quite expensive).

I had a kid smash his phone one day on purpose, and walk into the class the next day with a new one. This happened several times with several kids.

- kids are not looking after their possessions. At all. Once again, yes that normally happens to kids. But not in this magnitude. Our school doesn't have a forgotten things box. We have a shelf, that spans half of our locker room wall. Plus a box specifically for keys and another for wallets and phones.

And why would the kids care, when of they don't habe something, the parents will just buy it. We had parents take a look on our shelf when looking for their kods stiff and go I'm not touching that and leave. The things on the shelf are all folded and separated im groups, t-shirts, sweatshirts, footwear etc.

And if the kids care about their possessions, it's because their parents will hit them if lost. So like every week there's a kid absolutely losing it, crying like crazy, bc they can't find their water bottle.

- general lack of interests. Boys like football (alsp hockey is allowed), but everything else is dumb and of I tell them they can't play football during the free time for some reason, they don't know what to do with themselves, bc no phone and no football? That's all they do. Girls can only draw and dance. And of you don't dance the way they do you're a looser. When I say dancing I don't mean just like moving to the music, I mean they all go to dance groups and the way they're taught to dance there is the correct way to dance. If they are supposed to just dance to music without a guide, they're lost.

Had a kid few years back, amazing boy, really good kid. But his parents? He was literally not allowed to do anything else then football and school. All of his Christmas gifts were football gear and school stuff. Nothing else. This was in the height of superhero movies. He didn't know any of them. It was crazy.

- the lack of education and want to learn new things. This is a mix of several factors. New ways of teaching stuff are usually not successful, mainly because they are targeted to smaller school collectives, abd with the way parents are procreating, there's no way we can have small classes. Or, for example, kids are taught English since first grade. I have them when they're in third grade. They cannot name days of the week. Also sometimes they cannot tell what season it is. In czech. Why would they care of anything if they will be a streamer. Once again, we weren't much different, but multiply our attitude by about ten. And they're not guided to strive for knowledge, or at least lead to do their school work. Alsp they think they know everything, bc they have phones. They don't know how to google, but whatever, they could if they wanted to, so why should they learn anything.

I'm sure I'm forgetting many other things. And it's not all bad, I still have some amazing kids and kids who are pliable and can be lead and kids who know how to be kids and how to be a little bit naughty but know when tk stop and kids that can be taught and kids who are genuinely curious and interested and nice. It's only that the amount of kids who aren't is a bit bigger.

Also a lot pf these are not the kids fault. It's mainly the adults who have it wrong

Tl;dr: Kids are kinda way worse then they used to be and it's mainly the parents fault

[meowww-ffxiv]

Morning mix-bag writings.

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If anyone had to catch him in his worst waking moments after a particularly harrowing nightmare, Maedwyn would rather it be Y'shtola. She could not see how his hands shook as he tried to light the tobacco pipe, and he was always very good at modulating his voice. It was easier to put up a veneer of control with her.

Or so he thought.

When the pain of the Light tearing him apart exceeded even his capacity to endure, Y'shtola quietly walked up to him and lit the pipe for Maedwyn. All she said was, "This scent clings to my hair and it is hard to get out. I can't imagine there would be a day when I hope I will never forget it."

She went right back to hating it when Maedwyn smoked after returning to the Source, though, so he never did it in the same room. But Tataru whispered to him that Y'shtola asked her to order the expensive, fragrant tobacco from Kugane -- for a dear friend.

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Most of the clothes Theodore wore was made by or was ordered by Mordred.

This was a little-known fact, because Mordred mostly made toys, clothes for dolls, and accessories and clothes for mages. His weapons- and fashion-making days were over, he said. It was one thing to kill enemies on a battlefield and another to commit his hands into the making of tools to kill them. As for clothes, they took too much time.

Theodore also had exceptionally refined (picky, Mordred corrected) tastes. Thickness and material mattered to him. He got hot far too easily and hated to sweat, and with certain outfits he needed the perfume he wore to match the clothes. Truly the kind of nobility whose only mark of aristocracy were their coffers and their peculiar tastes, Mordred also said.

Yet Theodore's wardrobes of about sixty outfits, in their much larger collection of trousers, cloaks, shirts, were all touched by Mordred's hands. The most recent ones were ordered. Mordred had his students working on them, because he knew Theodore wouldn't dare to refuse on that principle nor would the students dare to do a shoddy job. But everything except the shoes, Mordred had either modified or sewn wholesale.

"Would you ever make shoes?" Theodore asked him once.

"Probably not," Mordred admitted. Then he clicked his heels, drawing Theodore's eyes to the pointy, big-buckled, travesty of footwear he had on. "One of those things I like ordering rather than making."

"Where did you get that?!" Take them off, Theodore did not dare say.

Mordred just gave him a pointed look before donning his large-brim hat and embroidered short cloak. And Theodore almost thought to complain about him hanging out with Matoya too much to Y'shtola.

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If you knew what you were doing, you could craft augmented arrows.

Liios could do it. He used to do it, sitting with Ptolemy and whichever hunter drew the short straw for the duty that week in their main hunting camp, the pile of wood next to him as he whittled them out.

His clan used a mix of aether symbols and aether infused ink to carve specific effects into their arrows, see. One would send a shock of malign aether through flesh that it struck, acting as a temporary poison. One would summon Aero when contact with blood was made. One would splinter into a shower of shards, though those were used to painfully dispatch intruders into their territory. The butchering would be six times worse if you had to pick shrapnel out of the meat.

Ptolemy was exceptional at infusing the arrows with the correct amount of aether, and mixing the aetherial ink used to finish the arrows. But he rarely had the strength to do more than five or six at a time. It was rather quite useless, the other hunters said, first behind his back, then to his face.

They at least turned their mouths away from Liios when they did it. He was their leader's son, and the finest of the clan, so on and so forth. Or rather, he killed someone once for insulting his brother. They couldn't prove it, but they knew.

The body of the unfortunate hunter still languished at the bottom of a frozen lake somewhere in the frozen ranges north of Garlemald. And to this day, sixty years later, the arrow that pierced his throat still glowed faintly with the aetherial ink painted onto it. Ptolemy's handiwork.

[rmorde]

The new episode is just peak. Absolute peak. It blew me away. The animation. The voice acting. The music. THE VOICE ACTING.

I just can't. There are no words. This is perfect. Absolutely perfect. It stole the #1 spot in my list of top JJK episodes.

Just pics and thoughts of my favorite parts:

The cuteness and wholesomeness of this scene especially Megumi being a gremlin:

Megumi not helping at all and just patting the clean parts.

Casually showing the price tag of the shirt.

Asking if tax matters. This guy will never survive beyond jujutsu society. Gojo WTF 😫.

Hiding the stained shirt and looking like he grew boobs overnight.

The laughter. The light colors. The joyful atmosphere courtesy of shoujo filter. 😢

Then the cold cut to this as Nobara's laugh lingers:

I both hate and love this.

Hate: That's my baby right there! Do I need to say more?! Love: The detail and the gore. Such an incredible drawing.

Same case here. I love it because it's such a creative perspective. I hate it because THIS IS FROM MY BABY'S EMPTY EYE SOCKET!!!

Next is the heart wrenching scene of Yuji's breakdown.

The animation, the drawing, and the voice acting. Just perfectly horrible. I wish I could give Yuji a hug.

Now, the entire beatdown scene by Mahito. Honestly, I couldn't stomach watching it. The sound effects and the VA are destroying me already. The show made the entire so much harder to stomach through. It was sickening and infuriating. It elevated the manga panels to a horrific level.

Which is why when you hear the clap and the music cue playing:

It rightly feels like a superhero entry.

I can gush forever about the lighting here - how bright it was with a hint of gold. Todo coming in dispels the darkness away. The entire sequence just screams hope.

HAHAHAhahahaha.... The changes in the OP. Sigh...

I cannot get over the lighting here. So beautiful especially how, from Yuji's PoV, it shines the brightest from where Todo is. It's just so bright as if it the midday sun is right there - just look how contrasting the two sides are!

What destroyed me here was the delivery of Yuji's line. The pitiful whimpering small voice saying "I cannot forgive myself anymore." I had to pause watching here because that was gut wrenching.

Junya has just been perfect at portraying Yuji. However, this was peak.

Now, here are undeniable proof of how much love and effort had been poured for Todo here.

Just the details on the lines and the shadows! And then this gem.

I can't explain why but I absolutely love this part. It's so good.

The direction of this episode is just so so good especially the original content added. I just don't know what else to say. Just LOOK:

Sorry if you're getting sick with me about lighting but it's beautiful. Then followed by this three. Simple and yet not. Again the light and shadows is just

Wait... is that Geto's footwear in the corner or something?

Back to awesome lighting and shadows which is already telling a story even on its own. It's the scenes following it was so satisfying:

Yuji regaining the light he lost after what happened with Nobara - the shine in his eyes coming back. Combined with the music throughout Todo's speech and Arata's reassurance.

The staff had elevated the manga panels so much.

[b4kuch1n]

I lied I think it’s fun to draw animals sometimes

[ninjageko43]

I decided to try my hand at a mermaid

The tail and hair took forever but we’re so worth it.

She doesn’t have a name yet but I’ll probably use her in future projects

[dragon-kazansky]

How much I love you

Requested by @laraocoileain1995

Smut! 😏 I know you asked for naughty, but this turned out way softer than I intended 😂 I just started writing and it got all emotional and cute.

♡♡♡

It was a foolish thought, but it plagued you daily. How could this magnificent clever man, who was guiding these people to a better future, be yours? Why would he choose you as his life partner?

He cane across you by accident, but that was enough to have you follow him. Arthur took such good care of you. He looked after you. Made you one with his community.

He swept you off your feet, and claimed that you were the sole keeper of his heart.

It felt strange. Unreal.

You began to question everything. Why? How? Why you?

That's when he noticed you began to change. You began to close yourself off, shy away from his affections. He was hurt at the idea that he had done something wrong. There is nothing he wanted more than to treasure you and love you for the rest of your days.

You stopped tagging along when he tended to the people. Stopped coming when he judged new people. Stopped eating with him at meal times. You'd be in bed much earlier than usual, already asleep by the time he returned.

You seemed to be avoiding him and he hated it. Arthur had to know what was wrong. He needed to fix whatever had happened.

Without you, he feels lost.

Arthur completed his duties much sooner than he usually does. He wanted to be finished in time to catch you before you retired for the night. You had just about climbed in bed when he came in. You sit there and look up at him.

“Done already?” You ask, a little surprised to see him.

“Yes. I wanted to spend my evening with you.”

“You don’t have to do that. I was just getting ready for bed.”

Arthur looks at you with longing. He misses that closeness you once had. He can’t read what’s going on in your mind. He walks over to the bed, putting the cane to on side and removing his footwear. He begins to undress.

“What are you doing?”

“Joining you.”

You watch him undress and climb into bed. Instantly his arms circle around you and draw you into him. He buries his nose into your neck, kissing you softly. You melt on the spot.

“Arthur...”

“Why are you distancing yourself from me?” He asks, planting more kisses along your jaw.

“Because I’m not worthy of you.”

He stops, looking at you with questioning eyes. His arms squeeze you gently. He did not expect that to be your answer. Not at all.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean- Look at you! You’re this clever, brave, magnificent man who has all these people looking up to him. You’re leading these people to a better future for the god we follow. I don’t have anything to give. Nothing to add. I don’t deserve to stand beside you when you’re making such a huge difference to these people’s lives. Someone out there deserves your love and attention far more than I do.”

He is silent. It’s stunned silence.

“How can you think that?” He asks, hurt that you don’t see yourself worthy of him. If anything, he is not worthy of you.

"How could I possibly be worth your time? Look at you, Arthur."

He shakes his head.

"Look at you."

He places one hand upon your cheek, eyes gliding over your face to take in your features.

"Beautiful."

He kisses you. Softly. Lovingly. You can't revisit it. His kisses are addictive. Something you would miss if you left.

He applies more pressure to it. His kiss hungry. Needy.

"Arthur..."

His hand trails down your arm, your belly, between your legs. You moan. He chuckles softly against your lips.

Stroking. Prodding. Touching.

You cling to him, needing something to hold onto. The way his fingers move. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He undresses you so casually under the covers of the bed. You only get to feel his fingers against your legs. They trail along your entrance, teasing you.

You moan under him again. He grins.

“Do you like that?”

You nod.

“Only you are worthy to feel so good by my hands,” his whispers. You shiver under him as holds himself over you. One hand on the mattress to support him, the other doing wonders to your body. His lips brush against your cheek and your jaw lightly. Not quite kissing you, just making you yearn for him.

“I’ll show you how much I love you.”

You don’t even get to say anything as his fingers stroke you from the inside. You tilt your head back and lose yourself in the feeling of his fingers. His lips finally kiss down your now exposed neck. You just feel him. It’s not enough though. You need all of him.

“Arthur...”

“Shh ,dear. You will have me. You will always have me.”

You look him in the eyes as reach up and wrap your arms around him. He smiles down at you, watching the bliss shine in your eyes. If this is how you are with just hid fingers, he wonders what you’ll be like a moment.

Arthur sits up, pushing the constricting covers away. His hands trail up your legs, palming the flesh gently. You lay there, exposed for him. Beautiful. You are beautiful and far too good for him.

Yet, here you are. His. In his home, his room, his arms.

He holds your gaze as he pulls you closer to him by your legs. A little rough, but still incredibly careful. He leans over you, rather intimidatingly, but your lips just twitch up into a smile as you reach up and press your palm to his chest. One of his hands comes up to grasp at your wrist, holding it there over his heart. You feel it pumping away.

“It belongs to you,” he says, voice a little raspy.

He dives down to kiss you to passionately and quickly. You’re left breathless. He clouds your mind with keeping your attention on his lips, so much so that when he inevitably thrusts himself into you, you’re left gasping, eyes wide open. He grins mischievously. 

Caught you unaware. Unsuspecting.

You feel him. All of him.

The world stands still for a moment. Your brain needs time to process the position you’re in.

This wonderful amazing man who looks after you, that treasures you, is here with his cock in you, filling you with just him. He’s all yours. All yours.

“Do not ever think yourself unworthy of my love,” he says, grinding slowly to start with. “Do not every think you’re not good enough.” Another roll of his hips. “If anything... I’m not worthy of you.”

You can’t even form thoughts, never mind words.

Just Arthur.

In and out. In and out. Slowly, intensely, all of him.

He listens to the sounds you’re making. The moans, the groans, the small little utters of what should be his name, but you never quite finish saying it. They’re all for him and he loves it.

He loves you.

Quicker. Faster. He’s picking up the pace. You need him and he needs you to feel good. To feel worthy of him. He needs you to know how you make him feel. Just how lucky he is to have you in his life.

You grab at the sheet beneath you, pressing yourself into Arthur. You need him that little bit deeper.

Arthur is so content with where he is right now. Nothing makes him feel as good as this. Knowing he is causing those sounds. Making you grip the sheets like that. Being the reason you feel this good.

You smile as you take in Arthur’s expression. You grab him and pull him closer to you, pressing your lips to his once more. He chuckles softly.

“I love you,” you say, holding onto him tightly.

One sharp thrust as him panting in your ear as he holds you, letting your words settle into his brain. That’s all I he wants to hear. 

“I love you most,” he whispers, kissing your collarbone.

You hold him. Just hold him. You can still feel him. His need to release, but he doesn’t. He’s just holding you.

“Arthur...”

“Yes?”

“Don’t hold back.”

He kisses your neck softly.

“Are you worthy?” He asks.

You smile. You nod.

“Yes, Arthur. I am.”

He chuckles, breath fanning your skin. He picks up where he left off. Tonight you would know exactly what it felt like to be loved by this man. Tonight would become one of the most treasured nights you have share with him.

You are his and he is yours.

And he loves you with every fibre of his being.