#i might try to use it more w rendering

[everlastiingiimmortals]

happy sunday i present to thee jy in a turtleneck bc yes

[reyryz]

progression of my kagamis and kurokos over these past couple months hehe

[badgerbl00d]

first dates with the one piece boys

☆ characters: shanks, crocodile

☆ up next: taking an aphrodisiac w/ one piece boys ft. ace, kidd, and law

☆ summary: first dates with shanks and crocodile, crocodile is kind of as asshole but he's whipped so like it's cute..., suggestive content

☆ a/n: i'm back! i'll try to post something else this week but uni is kicking my ass :p requests are open!

☆ 18+, mdni

shanks:

“Ready, sweetheart?”

You blushed, nodding as you tried to ignore the cheers and whoops that erupted from the rest of the crew on board.

Shanks shot a look over his shoulder and you were rewarded with immediate silence. 

He placed a hand on the small of your back and gently guided you alongside him onto the island. 

“Use protection!” someone called out. Definitely Yasopp. 

“Ignore ‘em,” Shanks said. 

“So you don’t wanna use protection?”

Shanks shot you a look, surprised at your quip, “No! Yes! I mean- well, no… We don’t have to y’know- Whatever you want to do ....”

“Very smooth, Captain.” 

He laughed, bringing you toward him, and placed a rough kiss on the top of your head. 

“Ya make me nervous, what can I say?”

Your chest contracted at this confession. You felt an embarrassing amount of pride watching him rendered so uncharacteristically bashful from your words. 

You slipped your hand into his, giving him a soft squeeze, “Just cause this is a date doesn’t mean anything changes between us.”

“Well, we might kiss. And according to you we might fu-”

“Shanks.”

He laughed, louder this time, “Sorry, sorry. I think you’ll like where I’m taking you.” 

There was a cool breeze making its way over both of you, giving you temporary reprieve from the summertime warmth the city was buzzing with. Overgrown trees and flower bushes poured into the lamp-lit streets. 

You talked with each other, never a dull moment between the two of you, as you walked toward wherever Shanks was planning on taking you. 

By the time you stopped walking, you’d made it to a much more empty part of town.

Shanks pointed to a sign on the corner, ‘Happy Hour 8 p.m. - 10 p.m.’

“A bar,” you mused, playfully rolling your eyes at him, “How surprising.”

He smiled and tugged at the strap of your dress, “Tsk, tsk. So impatient.”

He led you into the dinghy building, the wooden door damaged from what you imagined was years of drunk patrons spilling their drinks over themselves and their surroundings.  The inside was dusty and it looked as though no one had used it for years. 

“Your usual, honey?” Shanks asked, approaching the bar. 

“Please.” 

He smiled at you, “Yes, captain.”

God, he was handsome.

You watched Shanks ordering your drinks from where you stood, looking at his face through the mirror behind the bartender. You pressed your thighs together as a familiar pulsing sensation began coursing through your lower half. You accepted long before this date that it was beyond your control- he was just so handsome. He ran a hand through his hair, winking at you in the mirror. You blew him a kiss and though you couldn’t be sure in the dim light a pale blush seemed to spread over his features. 

“One martini please, with three olives. And a Gin and Glamour.” 

You shot him a look, Gin? You?

“Follow me this way,” the bartender said. 

A smirk settled onto your captain’s face and he beckoned you toward him. 

The bartender opened a tall door that seemed to lead to darkness. 

“Enjoy,” he said. Curiosity had completely taken over and you led the way through the dark hallway, the faint sound of a bass being plucked echoing through, until you reached the end which was covered with a thick velvet curtain. 

You pushed through, Shanks’ hand once again finding itself on your back, though much lower this time. 

Soft, warm light lit up the room. Your eyes immediately jumped to the jazz band in the center illuminated by a red light. “… and in July, a lemonade, to cool you…,” the singer was halfway through "I Wish You Love". There were booths stationed around, with dark mahogany tables and wine-red velvet couches. Several other couples were spread through the bar, the soft buzz of background conversation filling the room. 

“Shanks,” you gasped. 

“You didn’t really think I’d take you to a shitty bar for our first date did ‘ja?” 

“I’m going to choose not to answer,” you smiled, taking his hand in yours. For a split second your attention was taken away from the room you were in and you could only focus on the feeling of your hand in his- his strength apparent even without him trying. 

“Must suck having to be the guy up front, huh?” 

You giggled and pulled him toward an empty booth with a good view of the band, “I’ll say. Though I would like that martini.”

“How ‘bout you go sit and I’ll grab it for you, sweetheart,” he said, gently patting your ass as you turned. 

With your drinks in hand, Shanks sat next to you, pulling you in closer to him. “Looks like we’re the only new couple in here,” he whispered in your ear, gesturing over toward a couple in the middle of a heated makeout session. You smiled at him, your eyes glimmering with mischief, “Hm, wanna try blending in?”

Shanks smiled, catching on to your request. You sipped your martini and bit an olive off of the toothpick that rested in the glass. 

“We’ve kissed before, y’know.”

“We have!? I think I’d remember if we had,” he returned. 

“No, no, we did,” you said, and he gave you a look that begged you to elaborate, “It was a few months back- when we did that stupid drinking contest. We were both pretty drunk, but I’d drank a lot less than you. Anyways, um, everyone had gone to bed or, I dunno, gone to find something else to do and we were left alone on deck. Unsupervised.” 

You wiggled your eyebrows at him earning a laugh. 

“I don’t remember it well, but I remember we laughed after. A lot.”

Shanks was smiling, resting his head on his hand as he gazed up on you. You averted your gaze. 

He moved quickly and by the time you realized what was happening you were already sinking into the kiss, bringing a hand up to grab the collar of his shirt, anything to stabilize yourself. 

Your heart was crawling up your throat, Shanks’ eyes were closed tight and he was clearly trying to savor every moment of the indulgent feeling of your lips against his. It warmed your heart that a man so feared on the open sea was reduced to a gentle, eager mess the moment he kissed you. 

You leaned further into him and his arms wrapped around your waist, his hands palming at your hips. His facial hair tickled and poked your face earning a head-spinning giggle from you. Shanks pulled away, his breaths short and 

“I want to tell you how long I’ve been wanting to do that but apparently this isn’t my first time kissing you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

The jazz band had started a new tune, longer notes and the steady strum of the bass playing a rendition of Waltz for Debby,  further amplifying the intimacy between the two of you. 

“Hopefully you remember this one,” you said smirking at him, “Or do you need a more memorable one?”

“Are you asking to kiss me again? Or do you just want confirmation that you’re a good kisser?”

“I am a good kisser. Better than you, anyway.”

“HA! You don’t even come close!”

“So arrogant, Captain. But I’d love to prove you wrong,” you took another sip of your drink. 

Pinching his cheeks between your fingers you pulled him toward you, this time savoring how he tasted. The bitterness of the whiskey on his lips coated your mouth as you slipped your tongue past his. Shanks’ breathing deepened and his fingertips sunk further into your hips- you could feel where you’d find bruises tomorrow morning. You brought a hand up to softly hold his throat and he moaned-

Oh god, he moaned! 

You pulled away pupils blown and lips puffy. 

Shanks’ cheeks were deep red, a sight that had your ego swelling. 

“You know,” he started, breathless, “I think you may be right.”

You smiled and finished the rest of your drink, “Need more evidence?”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, running a hand through your hair.

“As a matter of fact, Y/n, I do.”

It was late when you finally found your way back to the ship. Shanks’ face was covered in red blotches of your smeared lipstick and your lips were equally messy. Your dress strap was falling off of your shoulder and Shanks’ shirt was plenty unbuttoned. 

“Well,” he said, placing a kiss on the back of your hand, “Now you get to choose.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“My bed or yours?”

You laughed and wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him down for another kiss. 

“Yours.”

(whipped!)Crocodile:

“You owe me money, Croc.”

“Let me take you to dinner.” 

He reached for your hand, which you let him take. 

He pressed his lips to it and started to trail kisses up your arm until you stopped him by pushing him off you and taking a seat on his lap. 

“If I go to dinner with you will you give me my money?”

“You’ll get it either way, sweetheart. A job well done is a job well done. I just want to take you out.”

Liar, you thought. 

But still, you took a second to think about it, letting him wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder, kissing your collarbone. 

You were intoxicating to him, completely overwhelming all of his senses. He knew how unprofessional it was to involve himself with the assassins for hire he dealt with but this was now his eighth time working with you and though you always did a fantastic and clean job, the quality of your work wasn’t really the reason he was hiring you anymore. 

“Where would you take me?”

“Desert Point. Or anywhere you wanted, really. I’ll cook for you if you’d like.”

You shifted in his lap, letting your thighs straddle his hips, and looked up at him. 

He pulled out a cigar from his breast-pocket, which you quickly snatched from his hand, “I hate the smell.”

He put a hand up in surrender and placed the cigar back in his pocket. 

Your eyes were focused on him, looking at his lips and trailing a finger up his neck. Your lips pouted as you considered his offer and the smell of your perfume filling every nook and cranny of his office and still, it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted all of you. 

The two of you had, of course, had a handsy encounter or two and you were more than familiar with how he tasted after a long night of office work and whiskey. But, greedy and selfish as ever, the warlord wanted more. He wanted you. In the mornings in his bed, and at night by his side. 

“Alright. You can cook for me, I suppose.” 

He smiled, not even trying to fight the rare display of happiness. 

“Any requests?”

You got up from his lap, batting away his hands which tried to grab you and hold you. 

“Don’t burn anything. I’ll bring a bottle of that whiskey you like,” you said heading open the door to his office, “Tomorrow night at 7.” 

Crocodile leaned back in his chair, savoring the lingering smell of you that had been making it difficult to concentrate for the past week, and waited until the click on your heels was far enough away to call Miss All Sunday and ask that she, “Please cancel all my appointments tomorrow.”

You knew Crocodile’s apartment well, having paid a few unknown visits and a few known ones. The last time you visited was after Crocodile had begged you to stop by for a glass of wine. You ended up drinking closer to five and neither of you could remember anything the morning after. You did, however, take note of the safe in his office where, if Baroque Works intel was anything to go off of, he kept the cash he used to pay black market hires such as yourself. Tonight would be a perfect opportunity to get your money, which you suspected he had no real intention of giving you. 

Dinner had gone well and you found yourself in his office, lounging on his couch. 

A jazz record played softly in the background and you’d both taken off a few layers of clothing. The only lighting was provided by a few candles he’d lit and you sat facing each other, each several glasses of wine in. 

“Stay here for a while,” he said, softly rubbing up and down your leg which you had draped over his lap, “With me.”

“I have work, Croc.”

“I’ll hire you, full-time.”

“No offense to your…. staff, but their work is a bit beneath me.” He laughed, “Then I’ll fund your stay here. You won’t pay for anything.”

This interested you. Staying a week in the nicest apartment on the continent with Crocodile wasn’t such a terrible deal. You swished your wine around in your cup.

“Will you cook?”

“For you? Of course.”

You stared at him and pretended to pass the thought over as he kissed your neck and palmed at your ass.

“Give me a chance to convince you to stay.”

“How do you plan on doing that?”

A smirk settled on his face and he pulled you in for a kiss. 

You indulged him and deepened the kiss, letting your tongue slip past his lips. 

You giggled and sunk into his hold on you, his big hands holding you steady.

“I’ll stay, I’ll stay,” you buried your face into his chest, trying to fight the warmth in your cheeks.

The warlord squeezed you even tighter, earning a bout of laughter from you that placed a smile on his face. 

“This is bad for your image you know. You’re getting soft,” you mused, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“I promise you I am anything but soft right now.”

“Ha. Ha.”

He wrapped a hand up into your hair, gently pulling back at the base of your neck so he had full access to your neck, and sunk his teeth in biting gently so as not to draw blood but not gently enough to avoid leaving a mark. 

Your back arched into him and you mewled at the feeling, your nails digging into his shoulder. 

He brought your head back up and kissed you.

You brought your hands up to his collar and began undoing his tie, leaving it hanging on his shoulders. 

Slowly and without interrupting the kiss, you began undoing the buttons on his shirt. Crocodile leaned back into the couch to make your job easier and began undoing his belt, which you took from him. 

Crocodile went to bring his hands back up to your neck but- they didn’t move.

He looked down and his belt was fastened around his wrists. He tried to tear it but you’d done a damn good job and he was rendered rather helpless.

You got up and, after placing a soft kiss on his forehead, made your way to the safe behind the painting on the wall. 

“You said you’d stay!”

Not that it was much of a problem for him but Crocodile preferred when things went over smoothly. 

“Did I? Hmmm,” you said, ear to the safe as you turned the dial listening for the telltale click that let you know you unlocked it, “I lied.”

Click! 

“And if I make you stay? This makeshift restraint isn’t sea prism stone.”

You laughed and turned to look at him. 

“Go ahead.”

He scoffed. You both knew well you were the last person on earth he’d ever harm. 

“I’m gonna take my money and then some as a tip, alright? I will miss you though,” you said, making sure his arms were still tied in his lap. 

He couldn’t help but smile as you turned back around to the very empty safe. 

Your stomach dropped. 

“Where is the money-” 

“Like I’d keep it here, sweetheart. Especially not with you coming over.”

“You’re a thief. And a dirty one at that.”

“I’d take more offense if it wasn’t coming from you.”

You huffed and turned to his desk where you were quickly opening and closing drawers looking for where he’d moved the money. 

“Come and finish your wine, Y/n.”

“It isn’t here, is it? You’re a liar and a thief,”

He stayed silent and gestured toward your spot on the couch, a satisfied smirk settled on his infuriatingly handsome face. 

“Crocodile…” you warned, “I think you know better than to not pay me.”

He smiled, as though daring you to continue. Or what? the expression on his face begged. 

“Stay the week with me,” he said as you approached, “Please.”

You took your seat next to him and looking down at his hands noted the very significant absence of a belt tied around them. Your heartbeat picked up as he used a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.  

“You’re good, sweetness, but I’m better.”

You sighed and let him kiss you, reluctantly leaning into his touch. 

“You’ll stay the week.”

You nodded and were upset at yourself for feeling excited at the thought. You felt like a schoolgirl holding her crush’s hand. 

“Shall we go to bed then?”

He smiled and picked you up princess-style, one arm around your waist and one under your knees.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss on his cheek, “If you keep this game going you’ll end up having to marry me, you know.”

He smiled, his most sincere smile of the night. 

“Ah, wouldn’t that be terrible?” 

[tongue-like-a-razor]

hangman request incoming ‼️‼️

so the reader is best friends w rooster and whenever she’s around hangman he’s always quite rude to her, only bc he’s harbouring huge feelings for her which he isn’t very used to. then maybe he goes too far and rooster needs to talk some sense into him (reader could be a pilot or just a close friend of rooster’s)

SORRY i’m not great and giving requests but i hope there’s something in there that you like !

Ahhhh I LOVE this request!! And I really loved writing this piece, which may or may not turn into a series.. oops I couldn't resist haha

Less Talk | Part I

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

Summary: Jake can't stand Bradley's best friend. What's more, he's probably in love with her, which really pisses him off.

CW: mild angst, Hangman being a dick aka Hangman being himself, unresolved sexual tension, swearing, drinking

Masterlist

“Do you ever not have an opinion?” Jake watches you irritably before taking a long swig of his drink. He needs the alcohol to calm his nerves so that he doesn’t inadvertently push you off your chair.

You glare at him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? A nice, safe space for Seresin to dominate the conversation without opposition.”

Jake lets out a steady breath. No one riles him quite like you do. “We’re talking about food, Y/N. It doesn’t exactly have global ramifications.”

“Actually, it does,” you respond matter-of-factly. “And are you saying I shouldn’t have an opinion unless it is ground-breaking in nature? Maybe I should just sit here quietly and look pretty.”

“Ha!” Jake cackles. “I would love to see you try.”

“Hangman!” Bradley, who’s sitting to your right, gives him a disapproving look.

You make a grimace. “I will never give you that kind of satisfaction.”

Jake meets your gaze with a hostile look. The thought of you satisfying him in any way sort of disorients him. He makes a face at you because he can’t deny that if you were to just sit there in silence, you would be exceptionally pleasant to look at. Pretty, even… maybe. Instead, he says, “How the fuck does eating avocado toast for lunch have global implications? I would love to know.”

“The recent surge in consumption of avocados - thanks to health nuts such as yourself - has led to an unprecedented increase in price to the point where those people whose culinary staple for generations has been the avocado cannot afford to keep it their diet.” You fold your arms over your chest to drive your point home while Jake just stares at you, speechless. No other woman in the world has ever rendered him that. He glances over at Bradley who is looking back at him with a slight grin. Just when Jake thinks you might be all talked out, you add, “And don’t even get me started on the environmental burden of growing enough avocados to sustain the whole of North America’s health culture.”

Jake blinks at you. “Trust me, I wasn’t planning on it.”

“The avocado trade is contributing to local violence and extortion” – you continue, but Jake cuts you off.

“Okay, okay!” he says. “I’ll never eat an avocado again.”

“Just quit spreading your avocado propaganda!”

“It’s not propaganda! They’re actually good for you!”

“How wonderful it must be living in a world where your needs come before everybody else’s,” you say bitterly.

“Can we please talk about something other than avocados?” he says tiredly, his eyes sliding to Bradley in a plea for assistance.

“If you’re looking for a topic on which I do not have an opinion” – you say, but Jake interrupts you again.

“Does such a topic exist?” he asks flatly.

You roll your eyes at him. “Did you ever think that maybe you’re the one who should talk less?”

Jake nods. “Certainly. I should talk less to you. Because you’re driving me crazy, lady.” He stands up after having downed the rest of his drink. “I’m getting another beer and, when I return, I’m going to have a conversation with my good friend here, Rooster.”

Bradley shakes his head and looks over at you. “Don’t mind him, he’s just a bitter, bitter man.”

“A bitter man who needs to be schooled on occasion,” you mutter.

Jake turns to look at you with wide eyes. He slides back into his seat. “I heard that,” he says dangerously, inclining into the table.

“Good,” you respond, leaning forward so that your noses are nearly touching. “You were meant to.”

“You are so fucking annoying,” he whispers, his eyes slipping momentarily to your mouth as you lick your lips.

“Hangman, come on, don’t be a dick,” Bradley says, also putting his weight into the table in an attempt to intervene.

Jake’s eyes are still scanning your face as you glare at him without moving away. The truth is, he could probably listen to you talk about the problematic export of Mexican avocados for hours just to watch your mouth move and to hear the passion in your voice. But he’s tired of the tunnel vision he experiences every time your boyfriend ditches you and you end up going out with your best friend, Bradley Bradshaw. This is the fifth time this month that you’ve accompanied Rooster to ‘guys’ night out’ and it’s becoming more and more difficult for Jake to shake you after each successive evening of relentless verbal sparring.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jake can see Bradley slowly inching off the table, having realized that he may be a third wheel. But Jake doesn’t need him to be some sort of wingman in this bizarre scenario where he may or may not be completely in love with an unavailable woman who happens to be an expert at pushing all his goddamn buttons. Normally, he would remedy this kind of matter with a good old romp in the hay but, considering the fact that you are in a relationship, this option is, unfortunately, off the table. Besides, he’s not entirely sure it wouldn’t have the opposite effect on him, anyway.

But, despite all the reasons for avoiding your pull, Jake can’t look away, not even for a second; not even to get another beer. He moves his face a millimeter closer to yours, just to see what would happen; not because your breath smells like Peach Schnapps and not because your eyes are absolutely destabilizing him. His nose is about a split second away from brushing yours when your phone buzzes on the table. You flinch, withdrawing immediately, leaving Jake to watch you try to frantically pick it up. You shoot him one last intimidating look before rising from the table.

“Hey, babe,” he hears you say as you walk away.

“What’s your deal, man?” Bradley says as Jake watches you step outside.

Jake shakes his head solemnly. “Doesn’t she have other friends to play with?” he asks. “Why’re you always babysitting her?”

Bradley fixes Jake with a knowing look. “Hangman,” he says with a suggestive squint to his eye. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Jake stares at Bradley. “Yeah,” he says. “I want to tell you that your bestie is a pain in the ass, Rooster.”

Bradley’s jaw hardens. “You’re way out of line.”

“Come on, I can’t be the only one who finds her absolutely infuriating. The girl never shuts up!”

Bradley narrows his eyes. “And you don’t, at all, find that sort of thing attractive?” he says sarcastically.

“Attractive? I find it immensely aggravating, actually.”

“So aggravating that you argue right back every time,” Bradley points out with a smirk. “Movies, books, social constructs. Last week, I heard you guys bickering about space waste. What do you even know about space?”

“What does she know about space?” Jake responds angrily, pointing toward the door with his entire arm.

Bradley leans back in his seat with a sigh. “I know that you don’t actually hate her, Jake,” he says. “You can stop pretending.”

“Who’s pretending?” Jake looks up at him aggressively.

Bradley purses his lips. “What if I told you that her boyfriend is a shithead?”

Jake’s jaw tightens but he continues to stare at Bradley coldly. “Why the fuck would I care?” he says.

Bradley returns his callous expression before looking away. “Been trying to get her out of that relationship for months.”

Jake lets out a sigh. “She’s a grown-ass woman, she can decide for herself if she wants to end it.”

Bradley nods. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Jake rises from his seat, his eyes unintentionally drifting up to check if you’re still outside. He sees you pacing back and forth through the big window of the bar. You look like you’re arguing. Big surprise. “Want another beer?” he asks Bradley.

“Please,” Bradley says.

Jake nods at the cocktail you’ve been drinking. “She going to have another one?”

Bradley shrugs. “Probably, unless you’ve pissed her off enough that she decides to leave early.”

Jake scoffs. “She’d be doing me a favor.”

Bradley shakes his head with a laugh. “I don’t even know what she’s drinking, man.”

Jake shifts his jaw. “I do.”

Bradley gives him another piercing look. “Shocking,” he says with a smirk.

“Shut the fuck up, Bradshaw,” Jake says under his breath as he walks away. He glances back at the window behind which you’re now waving your arm around aggressively and yelling into the phone. He tears his gaze away from you, frustrated with himself for even giving a damn.

For some reason, he feels a painful pang in his chest, like he’s jealous of whomever it is you’re tearing into. You’ve never gone off on him quite like that and he can’t help the resentment this fosters. He tries to suppress the impulse to go out after you and rip your stupid phone right out of your hand. That would surely reclaim at least a fraction of your attention. Then maybe he could do something unexpected; something that might persuade you to channel your passion in a more constructive way.

He orders three drinks and walks back to the table with the beers before going back for your cocktail. When he returns, he exhales sharply, giving Bradley a humorless look. “Why’s her boyfriend a shithead?” he says, feeling his hands forming into fists before Bradley even has a chance to respond.

But, right when Bradley’s about to speak, you walk back into the bar.

Read Part 2

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this piece! It's my first Hangman story, so let me know what you think!

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[saewokhrisz]

have u ever talked anywhere about your coloring or composition processes? u are honestly one of my favorite artists and i would love to hear any insight on how you make pieces 💓

wahh thank you TTT !!! I did sorta give a very simplistic answer here but it was more of my simpler sketchy style so lemme redo that, ill try to be consise and make this understandable ?? its a bit hard cuz it honest to god depends on what Kind of piece im even drawing, cuz for some i go the whole length of doing lineart flats and all that, others i just just fuck around untill it looks right?

i do usually start with a rough sketch or colour draft, especially with more compley pieces this helps with figuring out the feel, honestly i should spend more time drafting properly, figuring out poses and such but im so lazy i just go w the first thing that looks good

then just lines over the colour draft, fixing lots of anatomy and proportion stuff, and depending on how i wanna do the colours ill either keep the colour layers or merge them together and have the edited colours as the base colour (this might not even make sense help)

see this piece at the time gave me an insane ammount of trouble with lighting and colours, so after trying to render i ended up merging everything together....which i dont USUALLY do but the rendering is pretty similar except usually i have colours be seperated by layer,

ANYWAYS sadly i dont have a process on how it got from flats to this specific render for this piece...but i still followed my initial drafts/plans with vibe and colours and just painted over it, its why i make it after all!

but honestly a lot of times its just very simple colours and just trying to mainting good contrast and values !!!! and THEN fucking around with colours and rextures, for other pieces i kinda just paint as i go? i have this timelapse of my justice piece that may be a bit more help!

it includes the initial colour draft, the cleanup/lining process, flats, rendering, and all that so its probs the most accurate timelapse of my morecomplex work processes, with stuff that doesnt include heavier backgrounds, which is a whole OTHER topic honestly

im sorry if i cant explain it more cohesively, i genuinely barely know what im doing most times and go by muscle memory and stuff i Know but cant. Explain? like i know how light and folds work since i observed and studied them but i cannot put it into words at all )--)0

my brushes also contribute a lot to how i render and colour, depending on what i use, you can find the swatches for them here !

[sasukimimochi]

Hello everyone! Happy Holidays ヾ(•ω•`)o ❤ I drew an icon for the winter so I wanted to share it with you guys! I also included my first attempts haha, I hope you guys enjoy your end-of year!

I'll include some wips under the read more line for design stuff i've been working on for Ghost of Mine and The Wild Plum Tree! It's a lot, but don't get too attached to any of it since i'm very much still figuring out what i want to keep. Hope you guys like em though! Happy holidays again!! (ﾉ*ФωФ)ﾉ👻🐇💖✨

Check out my other MDZS stuff here! ❤

So as you all know I've been working on designs for GOM & TWPT and these are what I've gotten done! This first one is a wip of my youth WWX. Some of you that read my fic and see the messages i leave sometimes might have seen it before!

Then the biggest feat I've been trying to get is figuring out my preferred design for Jiang Cheng. I'm pretty satisfied with the progress, but he's still quite difficult for me so only the last one really started to get in the territory i wanted was the last one. I still need to balance this though as its leaning too far into my preferences i think and not enough into the typical style of JC.

So to start, there's the different hair styles i was looking at. I was also experimenting with his body type and the scars, cuz idk exactly how many scars he has, I haven't looked it up（；´д｀）ゞ

Then one of his outfits (for nicer days, not a typical outfit for him). Then another attempt at his typical outfit, which was more towards what I wanted (kind of like the mobile game outfit!) but not quite there.

Then I went back to trying to design his face and eyes again, getting much closer to what I wanted! I still need to adjust it, but this is the closest so far. To get that dark-eyed cat-like look, I decided to sketch his eyes black unless rendering from now on, cuz it brings that look that I want.

Now we move on to Zhu Xiaoyi and Zhu Hui/Xu Shi. They're mdzs OC characters i'm using as extras in TWPT and may also show up in GOM from time to time. Their designs aren't fully fleshed out yet but Adult Xiaoyi is my baby at this point honestly.

That's all for now!! I hope you guys enjoy your holidays v w v ❤👻🐇

[hinamie]

do u have any tips for uhh idk art term....highlight and contour but for art? specifically w digital art? w pencil and paper it feels super intuitive but then when i switch to digital it looks all flat.............

(is it shading? idk what im doing tbsh)

(also hope ur doing well i feel like im crawling into ur asks every two days or smth looking for art tips sorry T_T)

(yuuji comic made me cry so hard btw)

hi rin!!!!!!! that wld be shading/rendering yes hgbhgfjs there’s no One specific term tho so ur all good <3 also omg re: the yuuji comic IM SORRY I KEEP MAKING U CRY GHJKGJDSGHKJ its ok i made a lot of people cry if the death wishes/pos in the tags are anything 2 go by so ur in good company :D i teared up also

i would Also like to apologize in advance because fr me this is one of those Art Things that becomes more intuitive the more u do it so i am a bit. lost as 2 how to explain but i will sukuna voice ganbare ganbare !!!!

it’s all about light sources babes so pick a direction where the light is hitting from and use that as your main point of reference. If u need to remind yourself where the light is coming from i was taught to draw a lil arrow or sun somewhere on your canvas 2 keep track . areas closest to the light or planes that are more Elevated will be brighter than areas farther away or Deeper. When u think of a face, the forehead and cheeks rest Higher than fr example, the eye sockets, so those areas will catch more light and appear brighter. it /is/ kind of like makeup in that way. 

also, shadows/highlights can have soft or hard edges depending on how . uh . intense, i guess?? the angle of the light is. like with a box vs a sphere, the former will have a lot more Cut and Defined areas of darkness because the plane where light hits is cut off more directly by the presence of a corner, whereas with a sphere the Slope means that the values follow more of a gradient. 

tbh tho if you’re still starting out, to practice light sources and shading it actually might be good to scribble and shade some 3D shapes and spheres/boxes or maybe even draw from life so u can really take time 2 pay attn to how light catches different surfaces . it’s boring work but the practice is never wasted !! lighting can be tricky so try and take the time 2 form Good habits :'> references r ur friends here now more than ever.

other than that, which i feel more or less covers the basics n fundamentals, my wisdoms 2 u and any1 else who will have it: INVEST TIME IN2 FINDING GOOD BRUSHES omg i feel like a lot of that New Artist Look (tm) comes from using default brushes —which on its own is fine, but the kicker is not taking time to get comfortable with how to make the best use of them. the fun of the render is getting to play with textures and colours so find some brush settings that help add a bit of personality!! also . resist defaulting 2 the airbrush tool to shade it Rarely cooperates and can muddy a piece. uhhhh what else what else try not to shade with black for the same reasons ???? i'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here but i hope something here was of any value :'>>

[sugarakis-p2]

Diavolo's dark desires

art by vellatrelle

Did you know curiosity is a sin? Diavolo becomes worried for a you who is consumed with asking questions and seeking answers. Despite the belief that you will not be missed, the importance of justice is always on his mind. The question arises of what punishment awaits you if you are caught pursuing your curiosity.

WARNING: 69 (Sex Position)Tentacle Sex Anal Fingering ,Anal Sex, Anal Play, Double Penetration, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Alternate Universe - Prison, Loss of Virginity, Mutual Masturbation, bl touches, Oral Sex, Oral

Happy valentines day! Extra filthy for you!

Stepping into Devildom was a complete culture shock that you faced with eagerness. After all, the tales of the stunningly beautiful fallen angels had spread far and wide. Despite the massive implications of living in a tri-dimensional reality, the world refused to accept the presence of the other realms that co-exist with us.

Demons and angels have long been enshrouded in mystery of the two concealed worlds they inhabited, with the religious implications being the most controversial of all. Unraveling the spiritual aspect of this emergence was unquestionably the most significant challenge. Yet, gazing into this extraordinary new universe changed life as you know it, rendering it impossible to turn away. If for no other reason than because the rumors of the beauty of the fallen angels were legendary.

Diavolo's presence was as alluring as it was disturbing. He was beautiful, but at the same time, his existence felt like a looming threat. The first day he answers the question on every human’s mind. Is religion correct? His cryptic words cause tension and curiosity.

"I am Diavolo the current lord of the underworld. They are right and wrong from what lore I do know," he said laughing. "There are so many versions it will take me a hundred of years to compare to what I have experienced. My mission is to bring balance to the worlds. Welcome, and let us learn from each other."

His enigmatic answer only amplified the unease pervading the air, inviting more questions that you hoped it might be willing to answer. What exactly does 'bringing balance to the worlds' mean? Is something out of balance therein? What consequences could unfurl? You were eager to discover the answers to these inquiries yet fearful of what the truth might entail. It doesn't sound like anything good to you.

Trying to communicate with the demons is absolutely petrifying. With salacious lust in their voices, they discuss how delectable mortals appear to them. Not with a hint of amusement or in a fun sexual way, but instead with a sinister plan to eagerly consume their prey's sweet, tender flesh. Detailing their craving for the sound of crunching bone and sucking out the marrow from within, they scheme of devouring hearts and licking the squishy eyes out and popping them like grapes between their fangs. Their longing for delicious human flesh is undeniable. Whispers of how they could probably eat one, and no one will notice. Yet they vigilantly respect Lord Diavolo's edict and never fail to obey his orders. This is always followed by a shudder when his name is mentioned.

The fallen angels are as sinister as the pure-blooded demons, ready to pounce and easily provoked. Somewhat ominously, they have a curious affectation towards their resurrected sister spirit, with whom they indulge in a profoundly uncanny courtship; they embrace her like a beloved, yet their embrace is that of a niece with their sister's spirit indelibly embedded in her. You couldn't wrap my head around what you were being told. The thought of it is simply too disturbing to comprehend. The avatars of sin live up to their names.

The angels may appear pleasant, but the air has a definite chill. Any questions about their past are met with a wall of silence, creating a feeling of distrust. Trouble finds them at every turn. Last but not least, the others. The strange beings can only be called chaotic, which makes sense because the classes are also chaotic. The history of devildom is sterile and makes little sense. Devildom's mysterious origins only add to the bedlam, creating a swirling hurricane of chaos.

After months of struggling to adapt, you were summoned to Diavolo's office. With a smirk of satisfaction on his dark face, his assistant Barbartos served tea as you warily took your seat. Diavolo seemed jovial, but you knew the devilish wheels in his head were turning.

"So, tell me what the problem is." He pauses, and you tell him nothing is the problem. Then, slyly suggested employing a Devildom liaison. Instantly, a chill ran up your spine as you vehemently rejected his suggestion. You could feel Barbartos' prying eyes on you, and your stomach dropped as he handed Diavolo your diary. The cloying scent of the tea was oppressive as the silence stretched between you.

"Is it because you have some reservations about Devildom?" Diavolo asked. The hollow thump in your chest echoed ominously, and you gulped down the bitter brew in your cup. Your fate was in Diavolo's hands.

"Where did you get that?" You ask, a hint of unease creeping into your voice. Diavolo gives a sinister chuckle as he abruptly opens it and reads the contents out loud.

"Very ardent pejorative opinions," Barbartos says ominously.

"Indeed. You seem uneasy," Diavolo purrs with a menacing gleam in his eye.

"I'm fine," you reply hastily. Diavolo arches one dark eyebrow and studies you intently, knitting his fingers and looking concerned.

Barbartos sighed deeply. After all the blood, sweat, and tears they put into retrofitting Devildom for humans, he couldn't help but wonder if they had done enough. But the inquisitive gleam in Diavolo's eyes was undeniable.

Before Barbartos had the chance to voice his concerns, Diavolo declared with a vast grin, "I think the best thing for you, little guest, would be to experience Devildom for yourself! And I'll escort you!" A thrill of excitement coursed through Barbartos at the idea, a hint of a smile spreading across his face. Because he knew what was to come. Before you could collect your thoughts, the moment was gone. He was pulling you away, not giving you any time to argue. You were frightened but also, somewhere deep within, excited. You had no idea where you were going, but you knew it would be amazing. The next thing you knew, you were in the air with the wind in your hair. The thrill of the unknown filled you as Diavolo swooped you away on an incredible adventure. You had no clue where you were headed, but you had never felt so alive. His grip was firm but gentle, and you knew that wherever you would go, he would be by your side. You were so excited about the adventure ahead!

He took your hand in his. Your heart raced, filled with adrenaline and warmth. You had thought he was deceiving you with a fake smile, but the look in his eyes told you he was sincere. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he twirled you around the mall, admiring all the extravagant displays of the latest fashion trends. You couldn't help but laugh at his child-like fascination with the new, modern inventions of humans. As he grabbed some cotton candy, he studied the wispy sugar cloud before placing it in his mouth. He was adorable as he tried to understand where it went when he put the sugar cloud in his mouth. Onlookers stared, your cheeks flushing with color. You giggled, and Diavolo looked at you with a seductive smile before he brushed your hair off your face. Diavolo's eyes pierced through yours as he leaned in, brushing his lips against your forehead in a gentle kiss. You couldn't decipher what you felt, just a flustering, warm sensation. But as you looked away, you noticed the dark glint in his eyes, and you couldn't help but wonder what else he was capable of.

As you walked, he entertained you with funny anecdotes and stories of his days creating the school. You listened intently, your attention never dwindling. They stopped in front of a jewelry store, and he pointed out some exquisite diamond pieces to you, asking your opinion about what looked best.

You proceeded to try on the different pieces, and when you chose a sparkling necklace, his eyes lit up and he said, "That one looks perfect on you. You should definitely keep it," with a mischievous smile on his face.

You protested lightly, of course, but eventually gave in and said, “how could I resist your sweet gesture?”

He shook his head and said, “You can’t, and I knew it!” You both laughed before he led you to the register, where he paid for the necklace and presented it to you with a grand gesture. You two shared a brief laugh before he moved to the register. With a grand gesture, Diavolo gave it to you. Your heart fluttered as you opened the box, and the necklace shimmered in the light. Speechless, you put your hand to your mouth. In awe, all you could whisper was, "Wow."

"It's not as beautiful as you," Diavolo said with a mischievous glint. You thanked him, feeling a tapestry of emotions ripple within your chest. Hand-in-hand, the two of you walked out of the store with heartfelt smiles. The air was alive with bliss and anticipation as you looked forward to more dates.

I hope you made up your mind to stay. His penetrating gaze fixed upon you as he spoke earnestly and passionately.

"It is important for you to keep your grades up. Tell me, what you wrote in your diary—were those your true feelings?"

A tremor ran through your body as you struggled to keep a brave expression. Still, you could feel every bit of your being burning under Diavolo's penetrating gaze. You shift under that intense gaze of those strangely appealing eyes. You felt forced to answer.

You reluctantly admitted, "Yes, those feelings had been true then." His gaze suddenly sharpened as he stepped closer, staring intently into your soul. His stern voice demanded an answer.

"Will you vow to stay and put those thoughts behind you?" he asked as something shifted in his presence. Instead of this being like a romantic date, it feels like a wolf that has isolated a sheep. Your pulse started to skyrocket as you felt a trembling in the depths of your being. The magnitude of this decision was immense, and you knew you had to choose what was best for your future. Could you summon the strength to give your reply?

You are about to answer when your breath catches as you detect a slight, almost imperceptible shift in his presence as he spots something beyond you.

"Stay here. I saw someone that should not be here," Diavolo orders before striding off, leaving you feeling both scared and excited. He disappeared into the crowd, mumbling how he wanted one moment for himself. He left you to contemplate if you wish to stay. Before this, you would have instantly begged to go home. But perhaps not everything is as bad as you thought. This is culture shock; you know you're not adapting well. As he fades out of view, you realize you have the opportunity to explore a world that most don't see. A world of mystery and danger that can prove even more thrilling than you originally thought.

As these thoughts ran through your mind, something grabbed your attention. A movement out of the corner of your eye. Had that alleyway always been there? Were you standing here before? You question yourself. You look down the alleyway and shudder. It was like looking into the abyss, and it had looked back. A strange and powerful force pulled you down that alleyway, shocking you out of your trance. You hear faint whispers, which seem to guide you further down the path. You sense that you are getting closer to something important that could give you many more answers than you could have imagined.

You slowly take a deep breath as you venture into the void of the alleyway. You were aware that something strange was happening, and your heart began to race. You took a deep breath and felt the adrenaline rush through your veins. The air was thick with the smell of mystery and anticipation. You could feel a strange energy around you and wondered what this new path would bring. Your curiosity was enough to make you take a few steps forward and find out what lay beyond. You could feel your skin prickling with mystery and anticipation, your heart beating faster and faster as you slowly moved closer to the unknown. You were ready for the adventure that was about to come. Carefully navigating through the uncharted darkness, you notice how the pleasant stone buildings become harsh and imposing. The texture changes under your touch as you keep going. You find yourself standing in the middle of a courtyard, surrounded by towering structures of flesh, their walls pulsing with a feverish heat that you can almost feel seeping into your skin. The chill of the night dissipates in an instant, replaced by a warm and inviting sensation that invades your senses as if you are being enveloped by the heavy breath of the buildings. The chill of the night air is replaced by a warm and inviting energy that emanates from the walls themselves. Alarmed, excited, and intrigued, your gaze turns to the center of the courtyard, and you realize that the darkness here is far from false - in fact, this place is alive. There was no false sky here. Here, there was a fast darkness as one looked up.

The streetlights barely illuminate the darkness, and you feel a sense of apprehension with each step you take as you use your hand to guide you along. As the end of the alley looms, colossal structures are made of shifting flesh. You feel a tingle of excitement and slight fear as you take in your new surroundings. Your eyes settle on the figure in the center of the courtyard.

His presence is commanding, yet he guards carefully over the area. His mere presence is enough to keep any intruders away. You see his lips move ever so slightly as if he were reciting a chant under his breath. As he notices your presence, he stares back. You feel as if time has suddenly stopped, and each second stretches on forever. You are paralyzed with fear, but as his gaze passes over you, he gives you a slight nod of acknowledgment, and a tentacle slithers out to grab your ankle. You are dragged to the powerful demon. Its name is YaalNalgroth and its presence fills your mind with an undercurrent of danger and anticipation as its forked tongue snakes out to lick your face.

"How...How do I know your name?" You squeaked, trying to control the fear and shivers that ran down your spine as his tentacles caressed you lewdly, ripping your clothes off and leaving you to squirm and struggle.   Yaal smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Such a curious little treat. Always asking questions. Always wanting more. Looking for answers. You know that's a sin?" he said slowly, his tentacles wrapping tightly around you as he slithered into your mind. "You’re craving to taste the forbidden fruit that is knowledge is delicious and tantalizing. It reminds me of the first. Diavolo wasn't in being and may not be aware of his deep-seated yearning for you," Yaal savors you again. His long, forked tongue lathing your flesh. Yaal savors you again, his lips parting against your skin, sending electrifying shivers coursing through your body. His moans of pleasure speak the truth. His long, forked tongue tantalizingly trailed over your body, teasing, and tasting every inch of you, intensifying your craving for knowledge and feeding his desire for you.

Yaal pulled you close as he purred softly in your ear. "Can't you feel it? You are the forbidden fruit here. He won't notice if I take a larger sip of your sweet nectar, my love." He carefully lowered you to the hot, writhing mass of bodies below. As you lay there, you soon realize that they are not in the act of pleasure anymore but instead in pain, for they are shapeless lovers in a perpetual state of ecstasy. As Yaal feeds you knowledge, you can feel yourself slowly ripening, as if anticipating the forbidden fruit of knowledge before you. Suddenly, you both are cast back to the moment when YaalNalgroth was born, when the first woman sunk her teeth into the lusciously soft flesh of the illicit fruit.

Just as Yaal was about to take a sip, you writhed, ready to let him. You are poised in front of his lips when you cry out in surprise and are suddenly faced with the formidable presence of Barbatos. Yaal's invading memories flood your mind as part of his ripening. Barbato's wasn't there to save you.

Barbato's' voice was stern and firm as he commanded Yaal, "Duke YaalNalgroth. Please, stop corrupting what is not yours." Yaal immediately released you and stepped back, clearly overwhelmed by the power of Barbato's' voice.

Diavolo suddenly appeared, an intimidating sight in his true form. He was magnificent and fierce and stood tall, staring down at you with pity. His horns were broad and curved inwards, adorned with gold decoration. His four wings were a dark red and black mix, the ends sparkling with golden embellishments. Over his shoulder draped a black-furred shawl, upon which sat a striking gold pendant with multiple bat wings, the center emblazoned with a red jewel. On his arms were six rows of golden triangle patterns punctuated by black vertical markings across his torso. He wore black harem-style pants, with two gold chains and a set of red jewel pendants on each side, draped in a white cloth with a pattern of golden designs. His whole appearance made it clear that he was an entity to be reverenced.

Diavolo's voice turned sinister as he conversed, an unsettling calmness in his tone. "I distinctly recall telling you to leave her to me," he hissed, his eyes narrowing in discontent. But, just as quickly, his expression softened into one of worry, his brows furrowing in false concern. He tried to mask it with a gentle smile, but the blazing fire in his eyes betrayed his true intentions.

"My apologies, sir, but I simply cannot stand idly by as such a delicate and alluring creature slips through your fingers," Barbatos pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion. "I fear that your gentle nature will lead you to release her, and I cannot bear the thought of her being lost to us forever. I know you only wish for peace and harmony within our realm, but I could not help but intervene. I did not seem to overstep my position. But perhaps what I say next might. The risk is worth it, for I cannot bear to see you lose her." Barbatos was saying as he reached into Diavolo's pants. Barbados’s words and touch sent a delicious shiver down Diavolo's spine. He knew he should push him away, but the forbidden pleasure was too irresistible. Little did he know this moment would change everything. His words felt like they were caressing his soul. Barbatos delved deeper into the forbidden territory of Diavolo's pants. The thrill of potentially overstepping my boundaries only fueled the desire in the air.

Your mind is drowning in a sea of overwhelming knowledge, causing you to feel lost and disoriented. Reality seems to be slipping away as you struggle to understand it all. Just as a question form in your mind, the answer floods in, overwhelming you further. It's almost as if you were set up for this chaos. And indeed, you were. Barbatos had orchestrated this situation, his calculating hand at play figuratively and literally as he continued to sensually play with Diavolo's hardening wood. And for what? For his master, the one who stood above you with a tantalizing glint in his eye, his desire palpable as he watches your tender body quiver under his gaze. Barbatos stroke his ever-growing bulge. All of this was for his own twisted pleasure, and you were nothing but a pawn in their wicked game.

"That's true," Diavolo gasped, the words dripping with a primal need. Pre-cum dribbling from his engorged head. "My goal is always at the forefront of my mind, consuming every waking moment. I've had little time to indulge in my deepest desires." Diavolo let out a tortured moan as his throbbing length was expertly caressed by Barbato's slick hand. The hunger in his eyes was palpable, his desire for you a constant ache in his demon heart. The intensity of his longing sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned as fiercely as his own.

 "And yet you deny yourself any pleasure," Barbatos’s voice cut through the air like a whip, causing Diavolo to flinch. "When was the last time you took something for yourself, sir? Something purely for your own satisfaction?" Diavolo remained silent, his guilt evident in his trembling body. His duty as the ruler of the underworld had always been at the forefront of his mind, leaving little room for his own wants and desires. But Barbatos refused to let him continue this self-destructive path.

"You are a demon, sir. A demon with primal needs and urges," the butler's voice dripped with urgency and longing. "And this young, nubile body before you is a delectable treat waiting to be savored." At Barbatos's encouragement, Diavolo's resolve crumbled, and he collapsed between your legs, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he hungrily gazed at your body. With Barbatos's loving guidance, he positioned himself at your entrance, his rock-hard cock throbbing with need. But even in this moment of passion, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disgust towards Barbatos, whose devotion to Diavolo bordered on obsession. You knew he was nothing more than a simp, jerking off his own master in a desperate attempt to please him.

"Dammit! You monsters!" You scream, tears stream down your face as you struggle against their tight grip. "How could you do this to me? I trusted you!" Your heart aches as you realize the magnitude of their betrayal. "I just want to go home!" Diavolo's features shifted instantly, a wave of sorrow washing over his usually proud expression. But you knew deep down it was all just an act. You could see it in how his eyes didn't quite reflect the sadness in his words.

"Breaking a contract with a demon is a grave mistake," he continued, his voice laced with disappointment. "And yet, you dared to venture into forbidden territory. Now, you can never return home. A contract is a contract, such is the law of devildom, and now you must face the consequences." His words hit you like a ton of bricks, crushing any hope of escape.

"I can't believe I fell for your lies," you whisper, defeated. "I never stood a chance against your magic."

Your eyes shift to Barbatos, who calmly strokes his master as if nothing is amiss. You glared at him, defiance burning as they loomed over you. But your anger was soon redirected as Barbatos, the mastermind behind this situation, caught your attention. His hand expertly stroked Diavolo's length, a smug smile playing on his lips as he saw your reaction. Your glare intensified, but Barbatos merely brushed it off with a wave of his hand. Your protests were silenced, just like your chances of ever leaving this cursed place. Panic sets in as you realize the full extent of their power. They are demons, after all. Diavolo and Barbatos exchange a satisfied smirk before turning to you with dark intentions. You know you will never be able to return home at that moment. This is your new reality - a cruel and manipulative demon world ruled by those who tricked and betrayed you. As they hover over you, a sense of dread washes over you, and you can only hope to survive in this hellish new existence.

“That’s right, master. She can’t be allowed to leave after everything she has seen. Listen to me, Master," Barbatos spoke with a sinister glint in his eye. "She cannot be allowed to leave. She has witnessed our forbidden world and willingly indulged in our secrets. She is a treacherous sinner who succumbed to temptation. She chose to break the rules. No one made her. She's a sinner who gave in to temptation. Now, we must decide what to do with her. Maybe we should wait until Master Diavolo has had his fun to punish her properly."

He parted your lips, readying you for Diavolo's upcoming pleasure. The demon prince himself seemed to be struggling with conflicting thoughts.

"Yes, I wanted her in my own way, but this...it feels wrong," he mumbled, his gaze fixed on you. Suddenly, his eyes widened with a predatory glint as he saw something that made his mouth water. "She's a virgin," he exclaimed, drooling, and licking his lips. "I cannot force myself upon her. It goes against everything I stand for."

The atmosphere grew thick with tension as Barbatos and Diavolo contemplated their next move. The fate of the innocent young woman lay in their hands, and they had all the power to decide her demise. For a brief moment, hope blooms in your chest. With an intense gaze that seemed to pierce through your very being, Diavolo's eyes remained fixated on your exposed sex. There was an unsettling aura of dominance and desire emanating from him, leaving you chained to the spot with a mix of fear and anticipation. You couldn't help but shiver at the thought of what he might do next, with his unwavering stare holding you captive in a moment of intense vulnerability.

"My lord, wait until she is fully prepared. I comprehend your desire. It has been an eternity since you have indulged in such a luscious prize. Humans are no more than mere rabbits in this age. A virgin, my dear lord, is an exquisite and scarce delicacy," Barbatos purrs seductively into his ear. A sly grin spread across his face. "Do not deny yourself the pleasure of savoring every last drop of her innocence and submission." Diavolo's eyes darken with a lustful hunger as he bears his fangs, ready to claim you as his own. "Patience, my lord, for the ultimate reward will be worth the wait."

The anticipation builds as Diavolo's dominant aura fills the space between you, sending shivers down your spine. Your body trembles with both fear and desire, knowing that you are at the mercy of this powerful demon lord. Time stands still as you wait, your body aching for his touch. The air fills with an electric tension as Diavolo's hand slowly reaches out to claim you as his possession. The moment has finally arrived, and there is no turning back.

"There are other ways to punish her for her sins. There are countless avenues to exact vengeance upon her for her grave transgressions," Diavolo chuckled darkly, his predatory instincts taking over. His thirst for justice consumed him. "We shall leave no option unexplored. For it is my birthright. My duty as the merciless enforcer of punishment," he snarled, his gaze smoldering with fiery intent. "She shall suffer for her insolence, and I shall revel in my dominance over her. She shall witness the consequences of daring to trespass into our realm with wickedness in her heart, attempting to disrupt the balance by divulging our sacred secrets."

You trembled at the thought of what they had in store for you. Your blood ran cold at the mere thought of what lay ahead. The powerful demons, their dark intentions hidden beneath their deceptive beauty, had you entirely under their control. As they whispered amongst themselves, a sense of terror consumed you, battling with the enticing rush of arousal surging through your body. You had never intended to sabotage the balance. You simply wanted answers for your own sake, but now you were at the mercy of their twisted desires. Dread knotted in your stomach as you recalled your foolish mistake of meddling with their affairs. You had only sought answers, but now you were at their mercy, a mere plaything for their sadistic desires.

Barbatos, the cruelest of them all, leaned in close, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. Barbatos leaned in close to you, his voice dripping with malice. "You should have known better than to meddle in our affairs," he sneered. "Now, you will face the consequences for your curiosity." With a swift movement, his clawed hand gripped your neck, his grip tight and unyielding. Your heart raced as you watched his demon eyes glint with sadistic pleasure. You couldn't even find the strength to speak as he grabbed you, his claws digging into your flesh. Yaal's laughter echoed in your ears as they reveled in your fear. In that moment, you knew that you were truly at the mercy of these creatures from the depths of hell.

"I am about to break the crippling silence spell, for my master relishes in the sound of his lover's voice – be it pained screams or blissful moans. Do not dare to be a nuisance and attempt to rationalize your way out, for I warn you, I shall invoke a most unpleasant consequence," Barbatos murmured coolly, his voice dripping with a menacing undertone.Diavolo, the most feared demon in all of devildom, stepped closer with a sinister grin on his handsome face. Yaal's long, slimy tentacles encircled you, holding you in place as Diavolo's deep, rumbling voice filled the room.

"You see, my dear, your fear is a delicacy for us demons. And I assure you, Yaal here knows exactly how to prepare it perfectly." His hot breath tickled your ear, and you could feel the heat of his body radiating towards you. Your heart raced as you realized the true extent of your situation. A cold chill ran down your spine as Diavolo ran his sharp claws across your exposed neck. The only thing keeping you from falling to the ground was Yaal's firm hold on your body. You were entirely at their mercy, and there was no escape.

"This is just the beginning of your punishment," he growled, his voice laced with a dark promise. "Consider this a taste of what's to come until I fully decide how to make you pay." As his fingers trailed down your exposed body, you couldn't help but shudder at their menacing touch. You could do nothing but shake at their intimidating presence, trapped in a forbidden world with no escape. You knew this would be a night you would never forget. A night of sin and punishment, of forbidden and dark desires. An innocent soul drawn into the dangerous world of demons.

Yaal bent you to expose your pussy to Diavolo, who pressed his body to yours. Gripping your ass, he parts you wide. You scream in terror that he is going to eat you. But as he chomps down, you realize he is not eating you as you had expected.

A wicked smile spread across Yaal's face as he was ordered to reveal your exposed pussy to the powerful demon, Diavolo. Your heart pounded as Yaal bent your legs, exposing a tantalizing sliver of your delicate folds. Your calves were spread apart, one on each side of Diavolo's massive body, as he pressed himself against you. The intensity of his presence made you tremble with fear and desire. With one hand gripping your ass, Diavolo spread you open, baring you completely to his hungry gaze. A bloodcurdling scream escaped your lips as you imagined the imminent attack on your vulnerable body. But to your shock, Diavolo's sharp teeth did not pierce your skin. Instead, he devoured your fear and pleasure with a savage hunger, leaving you trembling with a mixture of terror and intense ecstasy.

As Diavolo ravished your body, every nerve in your body was on fire with pleasure. His tongue and fingers explored every inch of your tight hole, igniting sensations you had never experienced before. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you surrendered to the overpowering pleasure, a mix of surrender and desire filling your mind. At that moment, you knew that you would never be the same after this encounter with the Devil himself. As he ravished your body, you were overcome with wild desire, moaning and begging for more of his merciless devouring. His tongue and fingers delve into your tight hole.

With a gasp, you felt Diavolo's horns digging into your hips, the rough edges adding to the intensity of his touch. His face was pressed against your hot dripping pussy, his moan filled with longing and desire. The throbbing heat of his cock rubbed against your face, making your heart race and your body ache with need. "It's been too long," he groaned, his voice laced with desperation. Your blood rushed through your veins, heat pooling between your legs as you felt the overwhelming desire for him coursing through you. His hot throbbing cock is in your face as you feel all your blood rushing to your head and cunt. With each gasp and moan, your body trembled with excitement as Diavolo continued to ravish you with his tongue. His hands gripped your ass possessively, his horned head bobbing with each movement, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Put that mouth to use. Open wide and suck your Master," Barbatos says, shoving Diavolo's cock in your mouth. It's hard to breathe with his large length stuffing down your throat. Your cheeks are hollow, and your eyes water, but you can only moan in response as Barbatos uses you for his and Diavolo’s pleasure. You are nothing but a mere plaything, helplessly at his mercy, and you embrace it with unbridled fervor. Every touch, every command, ignites a chaotic desire within you, leaving you trembling with a thirst to be claimed by him. It's inexplicable, this unwavering pull towards him and the conflicting emotions it stirs. Despite knowing the danger, you can't resist the allure of being his possession. It incites a burning inquiry in your mind - how can something so devastating also be so irresistible? You should despise this captivity, but instead, you crave what it brings.

"Submit to your Master's desires," Barbato's demands, thrusting Diavolo's cock even deeper into your mouth. You can feel the overwhelming power and dominance radiating from him as your senses are consumed by his taste and smell. You try to pull back, but Barbatos holds your head firmly in place, making you feel completely helpless. The pain and pleasure mix together as you are forced to take in every inch of Diavolo's throbbing length. Just when you think you can't take anymore, Barbatos releases the hold on your head, and you gasp for air, only to have another explosion of Diavolo's hot juices hit the back of your throat. You can't help but moan in ecstasy as your Master marks you as his own. But just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he pulled away, leaving you aching and unsatisfied.

"You're not done yet," he growled, his intense eyes daring you to deny him. And like a flame igniting, all the pent-up desire and longing exploded within you. His voice was a low rumble, his piercing gaze holding you captive. But instead of fear, all you felt was a fire igniting deep within you. It was as if his words were a trigger, unleashing all the repressed desire and longing that had been simmering beneath the surface. Yaal pushes you back onto the bed of writhing flesh, Diavolo's hand grazing your skin and sending shivers down your spine. Diavolo strode towards you, his aura radiating danger and temptation. You couldn't resist the pull, lurching towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck, craving his touch like a drug.

"Why do I feel so drawn to you?" You couldn't help but ask, your voice trembling with want. But Yaal just chuckled wickedly, his eyes gleaming with mischief and knowing.

"Oh, she still hasn't learned her lesson," he smirked, reveling in the dangerous game unfolding before him. And you couldn't deny it because, at that moment, you were willing to play with the Devil himself, consumed by an insatiable hunger for more.

With a wicked smirk on his face, Diavolo stands before you, a demon who has cunningly prepared you for your impending punishment. Your heart races in fear as he pounces on you, his body pulsing with dark desire. He thrusts himself into you with brutal force, violating your innocence as he revels in the feeling of your tight and raw walls clenching around him. The pain is intense, and you can't help but gasp in shock and pain, raking your nails down his flesh in protest. But Diavolo only moans in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy at the power he holds over you.

"Behold, little human," he purrs, his voice dripping with malice. "This is what happens to those who dare to threaten the balance in my kingdom." He uses you to satisfy his urges, reveling in the control he exerts over your body. He believes this is for the best, for it keeps his darker desires in check. But for you, it is a nightmare as you realize the true monstrous nature of the demon before you.

Your bodies moved in a primal rhythm, a dance of passion and need, as you both gave in to the overwhelming desire that consumed you. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world could have burned around you, and you wouldn't have cared as long as you were lost in this fiery embrace with the powerful and seductive demon before you. It was a passionate and intense moment, a battle of wills and desire that left you breathless and fulfilled.

"But why?" your mind questions. But you pushed those thoughts aside as Diavolo finally claimed you as his own, his possessive growls and desperate thrusts filling the room as he finally allowed himself to indulge in the pleasure he so desperately craved.

Despite the overwhelming pull towards his ultimate goal, Diavolo couldn't resist the alluring temptation of your body. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was a fleeting taste of bliss that he couldn't get enough of. With a lustful desperation, he surrendered to the pleasure, his body and soul consumed by the insatiable hunger for you. At that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating sensation of your body against him, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. As he surrendered to the raw and carnal urges, Diavolo couldn't help but wonder if this was what true desire felt like, a primal force that could bring even the most powerful demon to his knees. He needs to temper his urges.

The depth of Diavolo's wickedness knows no bounds, as his most nefarious impulses are rooted in a twisted desire for power and domination. Like a puppet master pulling the strings of his unsuspecting victims, Diavolo thrives on instilling fear and using intimidation tactics to manipulate those around him. His tyrannical reign is further fueled by his disdain for humanity and its perceived weaknesses. With a merciless gaze, he reveals the differences between species, relishing his power over them. But harnessing fear as a means of control is a treacherous game that consumes even the most diabolical of minds. It is a trait that speaks volumes of his depravity and lack of empathy, a dangerous combination that threatens all who dare to cross his path.

"Ah! Oh, oh, oh, please. Why?" you moaned.

"Barbatos. I can still see some defiant questioning in her eyes. I like her other cute noises better. I have some questions myself. Do you know what will look cute? I think Barbato's cock in your mouth might be cute? What do you think, Barbatos?" Diavolo asked looking to Barbatos. Barbatos nodded slightly, clearly understanding the unspoken threat in Diavolo's words. Fear and intimidation were Diavolo's favorite weapons, and he reveled in seeing the terror in others' eyes. His judgmental attitude towards humans only fueled his desire to control and manipulate them, relishing his power over their lives. And as you lay there, trembling with terror, you couldn't help but wonder if there was any humanity left in this diabolical creature.

As you watched Diavolo's cheerful expression morph into a cruel sneer, a sense of unease washed over you. Despite his charming persona and love for fun, it was clear that there was darkness lingering beneath the surface. With a commanding voice, he barked at you to obey his every command without hesitation. He saw himself as a superior being and expected others to bow down to him. You couldn't help but feel a chill run down your spine as you were suddenly thrown to the ground, your hands forced behind your back. Tenacles wrapping around your throat and upper body, lifting your front.

Diavolo towered over you, his rich crimson eyes burning with a menacing glint. It was then that you realized how terrifying he could genuinely be. His carefree nature was just a facade, masking a ruler's dangerous and calculating mind. Your heart pounded in your chest as Diavolo leaned in close, his hot breath on your neck as he hissed, "How dare you question me, mortal."

His grip on your wrists tightened, and you winced in pain as he snarled, "I have no tolerance for insolence. You are nothing but a mere toy in my game, and I will not hesitate to dispose of toys that do not obey." The fear in his voice sent shivers down your spine, and you knew that you were at the mercy of a powerful and unpredictable ruler. At that moment, your innocent curiosity about Diavolo gave way to a deep-seated fear and realization of the true extent of his power. You were just a player in his grand scheme, and you could only hope to survive as a plaything in a game controlled by a dictator.

 He exuded an aura of dominance and superiority, his very presence commanding obedience and submission. You couldn't help but feel a chill run down your spine as you watched him mercilessly exert his power over those around him. There was no denying that Diavolo had a thirst for control, and he wielded fear and intimidation as his weapons. You could see the traces of his tyrannical tendencies lurking beneath his charming facade. It was a dangerous combination that could bring about destruction and chaos at any moment. Desperate for guidance and salvation, you turned to Barbatos, hoping for some glimmer of humanity in this cruel realm. But all you received was a blank, emotionless stare mirroring Diavolo's coldness. Even his most loyal advisor seemed to share the same heartlessness and lack of mercy. And as you reluctantly opened your mouth to do as you were told, you couldn't help but fear for your future in this dark and twisted world.

"YaalNaGroth," Diavolo's voice boomed through the dark. The demon lord's golden eyes gleamed with admiration as he gazed upon you, his loyal follower, kneeling before him. The flickering light of the torches cast shadows across your face, contrasting with the wicked smile that played upon Diavolo's lips.

"You have proven your loyalty to me time and time again," he continued, his voice dripping with admiration. "And for that, I shall grant you a most exquisite treat." A wave of anticipation washed over you at his words, your heart racing in anticipation of what would come.

"As a reward for your unwavering loyalty, I offer you the ultimate pleasure," he purred, his hand trailing down to grip your chin and tilt your head up to meet Barbato's smoldering gaze. He grips your jaw to open your mouth wider for the Butler. "Unleash your wicked tentacles upon this pure and innocent maiden's untouched flesh." A wicked grin spread across his face as he gestured to your trembling form, your eyes wide with fear and your delicate features twisted in terror. Your mouth went dry as you realized the true extent of Diavolo's intentions. Gripping your chin tighter, Diavolo leaned in to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Her virgin asshole," he murmured, his thumb circling the tight ring of muscle. You gasped, both in fear and arousal, at the thought of what was to come. Diavolo's hand slid down to your hips, holding you in place as he roughly thrusts his cock back into your sore and bruised pussy. The combination of pain and pleasure sent shocks of arousal through your body, your blood boiling with a heady mix of emotions. But amidst the chaos, Diavolo's following words gave Yaal pause.

"Listen carefully, YaalNaGroth," Diavolo's voice was filled with amusement as he leaned in closer to you, spitting on your ass and causing you to flinch from the warm liquid trickling down your crack. "This particular one is not to be broken like the others. She is a special plaything for me," he continued, gleaming of mischief in his eyes. He gestured towards you, his thumb still inside your tight asshole, as he spoke.

"Once you finish, I intend to have fun with her. But do not mistake my words. I will not tolerate any excessive cruelty towards her. If she proves unworthy, I reserve the right to punish her severely." Diavolo's lips curved into a wicked smile as he watched the anticipation and desire flicker across your face.

"But do not let that discourage you from using all your tentacles to fully ravish this innocent creature," he added with a playful chuckle, thrusting his thumb in and out of your ass for emphasis.

 Without a moment's hesitation, Yaal summoned his tentacles. These sinister appendages were seemingly alive and eager to explore the depths of your body. With a sadistic smirk, he watched as your body trembled in fear and pleasure. His dark eyes were filled with a hunger that could not be satiated. This lust could only be satisfied by indulging in his most twisted desires.

Meanwhile, Barbatos thrust himself between your swollen lips, his leaking cock easily sliding down your throat. You gagged and choked, but he paid no heed. His mind solely focused on dominating and claiming his pleasurable reward.

"She does look cute with my cock in her mouth," He panted as if he was pondering the aesthetics seriously. His hands held your head in place, forcing you to take every inch of him until your mouth was overflowing with him. As Barbatos ravaged your mouth, Yaal's tentacles began their merciless assault on your body. They slithered and coiled around your limbs, wrapping tightly and leaving red marks in their wake. They moved with a purpose, seeking out every sensitive spot on your body and causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain.

But it was not just your limbs that Yaal's tentacles explored. They also delve deep into your most intimate areas, finding and stimulating every hidden nerve. Your moans and cries only spurred them on, urging them to push harder and deeper until you were writhing and begging for more. The two demons continued to pleasure you. You could feel Diavolo's eyes on you. His amusement at your predicament was evident in the wicked smile on his face, and his approval only fueled the demons' desires. With every thrust of Barbatos and every squeeze of Yaal's tentacles, you were brought closer to the edge of ecstasy. Your body was a playground for their twisted desires, entirely at the mercy of their insatiable hunger. And when the combined efforts of the two demons finally pushed you over the edge, you were overcome with a mind-shattering climax, your body spasming uncontrollably as you surrendered to their wicked desires.

Diavolo's thrusts were forceful and unrelenting, his hips slamming into yours with a primal need. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as his fingers dug into your hips, holding you tightly in place. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, building up an intense heat within you. But it was Yaal's tentacles that indeed drove you over the edge. The slimy appendages wrapped around your body, trailing over every inch of your skin with precise and calculated movements. Their slippery touch sent shivers down your spine as they toyed with your sensitive flesh, amplifying every sensation and heightening your pleasure to unbearable levels, consumed by their insatiable lust and twisted desires. The mixture of Diavolo's powerful thrusts and Yaal's relentless tentacles was overwhelming, taking you to the brink of ecstasy with each passing moment.

As the onslaught continued, your body was pushed to its limits. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask for mercy. Asking questions can lead to more punishment. You wanted more, needed more of this intense and forbidden pleasure. And then, just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, Yaal's tentacles tightened around you, focusing their attention on your most sensitive areas. The pleasure was too much to bear, and with one final thrust from Diavolo, you were overcome by a mind-shattering climax.

Your body convulsed in pleasure, writhing and quivering as the waves of ecstasy washed over you. Your moans and cries filled the air as you surrendered utterly to the delight these wicked creatures had brought upon you. You were nothing but a vessel for their insatiable desires, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure that they bestowed upon you. And as the tremors of your climax subsided, you were left spent and panting, these demons who had taken you to heights of pleasure you never knew existed.

The night was consumed by unbridled lust, your tentacles ravaging every inch of the mortal woman's body until you were shaking and completely spent. You could feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at having pleased your powerful Master, Diavolo, to such an extent. But even as you lay panting and dripping with sweat and cum before him, you were not done. Three insatiable demons descended upon you, their relentless desires tearing through you in an intoxicating frenzy of pleasure and sin.

When it was all over, you were left as a convulsive, exhausted heap, filled to the brim with the remnants of their lustful desires. But even then, your Master's attention did not wane as Barbatos swooped in to care for you, treating you like the most precious of Diavolo's treasures.

He created a prison of comfort for you, manipulating time itself so that you would not even know how much had passed. As Diavolo indulged in his human concubine, you were kept safe and cared for by Barbatos, ensuring that you would never escape or feel neglected. Barbatos' words echoed in your mind as he stroked your hair gently, soothing you after your intense ordeal.

You are a human concubine chosen by the Prince of Devildom himself. You were subjected to unimaginable pleasures and pains every night, all at the mercy of Diavolo and his servants. With each passing night, you found yourself becoming more and more lost in the frenzy of passion and debauchery, unable to resist the temptations and pleasures that surrounded you. Under the guidance of Diavolo and his experienced demons, you were trained to become the ultimate pleasure object, fulfilling every desire and whim of the prince's insatiable appetite.

But this night was different. As exhaustion finally overtook you, you were overwhelmed with pride and fulfillment. You had pleased your Master, and that was all that mattered. And as you lay trembling and covered in their cum, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at being able to bring such pleasure to powerful demons. But the night was far from over. As if sensing your heightened state, Diavolo signaled for his two companions, the powerful demons Lucifer and Mammon, to join in. You were mercilessly ravaged by the three of them, unable to resist their commanding presence and insatiable lust. Amidst the frenzy, Barbatos remained by your side, his gentle touch comforting you as he watched over you.

A prized possession of Diavolo and his trusted servant, and as you drifted off to sleep, fatigue and contentment washing over you, you couldn't help but wonder what pleasures awaited you in the coming nights.

Barbatos reported, a hint of a sly smirk on his lips as he looked down at you, satisfied with his work. Diavolo was grateful for Barbatos' efforts to make sure you were well taken care of in your captivity. Diavolo chuckled, a dark and possessive gleam in his eyes as he ran a hand through your hair, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

"She looks so beautiful, completely ruined, and yet still begging for more. I knew she was the perfect choice, Barbatos. I could never tire of such a devoted and insatiable lover. She keeps the others in line waiting for a taste."

You couldn't help but moan at Diavolo's words, feeling a renewed surge of arousal at his possessive hold on you. As he claimed you once again, you couldn't help but feel grateful to be at the mercy of such powerful and passionate beings. When the night finally ended, you were left exhausted and covered in marks and bruises but also fulfilled and satisfied in a way you never thought possible.

"Yes, Master. There is a reason we make sure all the humans have no family looking for them," Barbatos agreed. As you fell into a deep and contented sleep, you knew that you had found your true purpose and pleasure in serving your Master and his demons, willing to do whatever it took to please them and be by their side. They both held you with love and care.

[uniquetosmbody]

please tell me what brushes do you use and how do you make your drawings so textured? your artstyle is fucking beautiful and i wanna study it a little bit but I cant figure out how you make the colors have the noise they do

Gonna start with the fact that I’m working in ibis, and one of the brushes was added from the library, but I don’t have a qr code for that one, sorry, you still can try to find similar to it one

I dont use ALOT of brushes, and these four are my basic ones

I use this for sketches and line art

When you see me posting b&w art, it’s probably done using only this brush cause I’m obsessed with it

Coloring with this one, basic dip pen

That one I use to add more texture to the skin and some types of clothes. I usualky use it to create more blush, freckles etc on the multiplied layer or the soft light layer

That one is from the library idk how you can add this specific one, but you can try to find the brush that suits ur style

That one is for the final touches like light, some small shadows, more details, hair etc

Well that’s it! I hope i helped you with this one🫶 my art style is not that hard as you might seemed it is. I think my whole *thing* is rendering, adding lights, atmosphere, more shades of colors etc

Just don’t be scared to experiment with your style! Sending a lot of love 🫂🫶

[psiirockin]

do you have any advice for opening commissions? i feel like you have them very professionally set up, and i have pretty bad social anxiety, so it might be helpful to hear tips for communicating with customers and such, or setting up a fair tos!

hi so, maybe i do have some advice!!! <33 thank you so so much for the kindness & seeing me as professional lol i’ve been doing comms for 2-3 years and i must say.. still getting the hang of a lot of things. you go through a lot of trial + error trying to figure out what works best for you, so remember theres no truly right way to go about comms! they should all fit the needs, pace, and benefit of you and your work ethic!

what i did personally is start off at some lower prices just to test the waters and get the ball rolling. i priced rendered characters at i think, $24 per character? possibly lower, i cant quite remember. and then i gradually went up as i started to progress in my art style more + had more people coming in.

with customers, i have a lot of anxiety as well! im autistic, so i never like making a customer feel like i dont truly care abt the commission by accidentally sounding too flat or anything. i tend to RLLY overthink it lol so we make sure we are extra talkative + kind about their comm! giving them compliments on the character, showing genuine excitement so they know theyre in good hands! (we love engaging esp when the customer seems VERY excited or enthusiastic abt the commission!)

a lot of irl turmoil tends to happen in our life which can make a comm delayed sometimes. could be severe mental health problems, just being busy w/ shit in general. its important to just keep your customers up to date, especially if its going to take a realllyyy long time or the customer likes frequent updates.

i used to be able to get shit done in like a night. but, with an actual line up/queue of comm work we progressively started taking longer and longer esp as we transitioned from a teenager starting out and into a busy adult with persistent mental health issues. (plus our art becomes more complex as time goes on, so that has to be taken into account) tbhs, depending on your availability and how much effort goes into your work, and as the demand grows, you need to charge accordingly and just be honest with your clientele.

as for TOS do what makes you comfortable! make your limits known and put your foot down when a request or any topic makes you uncomfortable. dont let your customers get inappropriate with you or try to make you feel bad if they dont wanna pay for what they ask for, etc. i also recommend requesting payment after sketch/half and half when starting out just so you can get some experience under your belt + assure future clients that youre professional n wont scam them! (if you plan on switching to payment upfront in the future)

just remember that u are not a machine, you are a human being making art for someone else. putting love n effort into your craft, time and effort. take your time getting the hang of comm stuff, things dont have to be perfect in your setup at first.

[lizzietrashkittie]

Having art block sucks.

Here's some things I do to help myself work through it while still being creative:

● Play with a different brush/program then your used to. Just start doodling with it. See how it feels, see how it might influence how you handle certain lines in your work. Don't focus on mastering it, just play with it.

● Play with Colors. Google "Color Palletes" pick one that catches your eye and challenge yourself to draw with it. You could also set your work space into B/W mode and challenge yourself that way! Which could be good for working on values. Ultimately though, just focus on using the colors given in a way that feels most right for em. You don't have to have a fully rendered piece at the end. Just the specific colors.

● Play Dress Up. This ones for my oc artist! Take a character of yours and just draw up a new outfit for em. Use a base for their body if you need to, do whatever. Maybe try drawing them in something they wouldn't normally wear, or challenge yourself to include more little details then normal. Just dress em up.

● Play with Symmetry. I tend to mix this one with the dress up because it's easier to draw a fully body and outfit when you're not focusing so hard on each side being perfect. If your program has a Symmetry tool, click it on and go to town. When it's too overwhelming to draw a full face/body..draw half!

● Try a different Medium. If you normally do digital, try traditional. Or buy some cheap paints and try that. Maybe dabble in animation or clay! Sometimes your brain gets tired of doing the same old same old. So do something different for a bit to give it a small recharge. Even if it's something you've never done before. Or something you're not as good at. Any act of creation is valuable in your journey. You learn regaurdless.

● Play with a Story. Get a friend, doodle a little creature, and then pass them the canvas and ask them to give the creature a gift. After that, expand. What if you have this creature a hat? Perhaps it's at a party and needs a friend. Maybe a jealous ex appears?? Go back and forth and keep doodling on more and more of the story. Have fun with it.

● Remember, It's okay to be imperfect. Alot of artist will hammer it into you that you shouldn't have any mistakes in your work. And often times this leads to unsatisfaction, which contributes to art block. It's important to sometimes just create for the sake of creation. Let yourself doodle imperfect shapes. Let a few eyes look kinda wonky. Allow yourself and your art to not be perfect. You don't have to focus on every little detail all of the time. Breath. And just let the lines happen.

Lastly, remember that struggling with this doesn't make you less of an artist. And there will be times where the best option for you IS to step away and take a break from art all together. Again, your brain gets tired. That's not a fault in you and it doesn't make you less of an artist. Treating yourself and your creative journey with compassion is important. You're a person. And that's okay.

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

Hi yes sorry to bother really quick question though uhm when you draw a human head do you draw put the the uh the circle thing that displays the top the head and then draw a chin oooor no?

If not what do you start with when you draw someone? And also how do you draw hair? I love the way you draw it and I am literally struggling sm w/ my art style(?? Idk Ik i don like it much tho) atp and wanna know what you do when you draw...and you seem like yk what ur doing so... yaaaaa thank youu! :3

Haii don't worry you're not bothering at all ^_^

To answer your question well i don't really draw the full circle usually i just draw circle heads but when I'm not doing that i like to try n get the chin shape as I'm drawing the head

Like this

After that i like to finish Woking on the head before moving on to the body

It can sometimes be a problem when you start drawing the body n you realise that maybe you need to resize or move the guy so you'll have to erase the head you already finished but if you're drawing digitally you don't have to worry about it 👍

I usually finish the face then draw the hair n neck but the order doesn't matter do whatever you want

There's a lot of different ways to draw the body n you can use whatever technique is easier for u but for me i like to start w the shoulders n do some chest n back lines

They don't have to be accurate just a general shape to indicate the body type/pose you're doing

Once i add the arms i start doing some fixes to the body

The arms make it more coherent all together so you start to see what issues can be fixed in the general shape of the body or maybe even the position of the shoulders or the pose

Once the guy looks right you can hide all your hard work w some clothes

Then yea i just add some last details like clothes folds n stuff n also go back to fix some lines that don't look right just erase as much as u want till the guy looks decent enough

As for the hair i just do general shapes i can never figure out how to do the detailed hair with all the individual strands rendered so this is the best i can do

I have some general strand shapes i like to use every style gotta have one of these

I like to start w the bangs then draw the rest of the hair sometimes if the drawing is too tiny i won't draw the bangs at all just do whatever till u get a shape you like 👍

Also for the artstyle thing if you're not happy w how your art looks i advice trying new styles

For me i have my little lap rat blorbo who i draw every time i wanna try a new style or technique

Look at other artists n pick out certain aspects you like about their style n try to replicate it if you're vibing w the style or technique then good for u king(gender neutral) draw that all the time 👍

Don't worry about changing ur style either even after u found a style you like it's always fun to experiment w new stuff n who knows you might even develop a new style that u like even more

Just have fun bestie do whatever brings u joy

Anyways i talked too much be gay do spinjitzu or whatever ✌️

[ashipiko]

random ahh q but how did u develop ur artstyle? :D

HIYA!!!! oh yeeeesh this is gonna be such a long answer 😭😭 it’ll be under the cut…… but um. warning for old Ashi art HAHAHA it’ll basically just be me guiding you through my gallery from all these years <3 I HOPE IT CAN HELP A LITTLE!!!

old Ashi Art JUMPSCARE

BUT BASICALLY. YEAH! this is me starting digital art in like? 2020 and getting into a3! <3 as you can see. this is my kind of sad attempt at replicating the style ??? you can tell from the way I colored my eyes, hair, and copied the way the hair is drawn!! it’s not OVERLY obvious but if you look you can see that I REAAALLY referenced it. which is kind of a big thing for creating an artstyle

and queue in my art around a year later!! 🤔 kinda more used to drawing the a3! characters (which mind you were the ONLY characters I drew for like. a whole year) and so naturally I adopted the artstyle more into my own art. learnt more about airbrushes would reference the original art a LOT. redrawing really helped me 🙏 once again. lots of referencing and looking at character references. and while I didn’t always redraw it exactly, looking at the character designs themselves made me pick up quirks of the original artstyle to better display the characterization and charm of the characters!!

then 2022 rolls around and I start getting more into proseka. start finding little things about this artstyle that I liked— whether that be finding that out through redrawing the art or trying to replicate the style. started picking up things like the smaller face shapes (as compared to twst and a3! which I was focused on previously) the way they drew the hands, the bodies, etc etc!! along w softer brushes and rendering 🫶

at around the same time I return back to a3! and make attempts at replicating the artstyle (left) or making edits to the predicting art to try and make it blend in (right). as you can tell I start playing around more w hair highlights and the rendering and all that stuff!!! 🤔 sort of like picking up new skills that I missed out on the first time. starting noticing more of the little details

and SO then I returned yet again and begin redrawing a3! cards!!! but you can tell that there’s more of a concrete style w the squisher faces and more experience the rendering 🙏🙏

and I did a LOT of redrawing. 😭😭 a3!’s artstyle is soooo dear to me because it has so much charm despite not being insanely rendered or having too much detail. and I LOVE that. so to try and add it to my own art I redraw and redraw and MIMIC in attempts to gain that exact same energy.

🤔 and though it’s not twst art…… this is when I started replacing the twst style and picking up on it’s quirks, then adopting what I thought was fun about it. most notable the varied opacity rendering. and you might notice that my lineart is more see though!! I MUST SAY!!! THAT WAS JUST BECAUSE OF A LITTLE EXPERIMENT I WANTED TO DO and I enjoyed it SO much that I dropped solid lineart sketching IMMEDIATELY!!!!! I think developing an artstyle is really dependent on you being willing to step away from your “art style” and look at others. maybe try some new things. pick up smth else and try to mimic it, and see what ingredients are used to make that artstyle succeed in the way that it does. between these three images you see such a change because behind the scenes I’m trying all of these different things, and seeing if I like doing them!!

🤔 sorta like….. oh I like this ingredient. so I’m gonna take them and add it to my own food because I like it. if that makes sense?

AND SO YADDAH YADDAH. you follow my blog you know my art and where it is now

A SNEAK PEEK FOR ASHACE ART SINCE YOU READ THROUGH ALL OF THIS….. and like. as you can see my art really is just a mutant combination of all of these things that I like from the artstyles I enjoy. slowly it came together w no rush and I’m sitting here now satisfied with a signature artstyle that everyone can recognize.

!! I REALLY DONT THINK YOU NEED TO WORRY TOO HARD ABOUT HAVING AN ART STYLE especially if you’re a beginning or learning artist still. and don’t think that art styles just come out of nowhere!!! art is a combination of stealing parts of things that you like and putting them together. as all things are 🫶 but yeah!! the Ashi gallery HAHAHA

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How long do you usually take to plan for a really long story/comic? Do you do a rough plan or a fully detailed one? Any apps you use for planning?

Thank you in advance!

It depends on the project. For my long-term series, it definitely takes me a good while to finalize everything from start to finish, but as a general rule, I try to keep my writing one step ahead of where I'm drawing, for two purposes: so I can have a goal in mind to propel the comic forward (I don't want to be writing or drawing on the fly more than I have to), and so I can have enough planned ahead for editing, because by the time I get to the thing I've planned, my writing has likely grown more and my perspective on it has shifted, so I'm not releasing "first takes", so to speak.

Usually I use LibreOffice and just sort of keep a few separate files for different purposes. I always have a "[story] shit" file of some kind where I just dump thoughts and notes that I don't wanna lose lmao but then I usually also have a file that's meant for outlining. I think Rekindled is the first comic where I haven't employed my spreadsheet method, which is when I'd use Excel/Spreadsheets to lay out panel descriptions and dialogue. So like this:

(Episode 14 of Time Gate: [AFTERBIRTH])

Rekindled is more just note-taking, what I want to happen in each episode, and if there's any dialogue I come up with that I definitely want to include, I write it down in there. I've done all of Rekindled's process through Scrivener, which I learned how to use shortly before starting it. IDK yet if I like Scrivener enough to use it for my bigger projects, but it's been helpful for organization and keeping my files all in one central "hub" area.

So right now I have up to about Episode 70 drafted out like that ^^^ but things do change during the actual production of the episodes. Sometimes I'll write something in my notes that doesn't flow well in actual comic form. Sometimes I'll write dialogue during the sketching stage that I don't like anymore by the time I get to the final rendering. It's all a stage-by-stage process from drafting to final release.

The question of "how long" really just comes down to the note-taking process. I tend to work in bursts, the last time I did any written episode layouts was a few weeks ago and that was because I got like, 40+ episodes done in a day LOL So I'm all set for the next little bit, but I'll have to get back to planning by Episode 50 if I haven't done any before then. I'd like to have the entirety of Rekindled plotted out by the end of the year so I can get a more exact answer of how long Rekindled will be :' )

When it comes to software/apps, keep it simple, use what you know. I've been using standard word editors and spreadsheets for years now because it works for me. Scrivener's been fun to learn but as I mentioned, IDK if I'm gonna be able to stick with it for bigger projects like Time Gate because it feels like I'm wearing different shoes that I'm not used to lol But that's just me, feeling "at home" with my software is just an important thing to me, for others it might not matter so much. Scrivener definitely has the most features for drafting/writing/editing, but it's also not very beginner-friendly and there's a huge learning curve to really understanding how the software is designed and what it fully offers.

There's also Plottr which I've been using for [AFTERBIRTH], it's really helpful for people who need visual aids because it allows you to lay out story timelines through imagery. But I really only use it for laying out story beats from end to end, I don't use it much beyond that, any extensive note taking or scripting happens in actual word documents.

(idk if this is how you're actually supposed to use Plottr but it's how I use it so w/e lolol)

Ultimately it's all up to you, what works for me might not work for others so don't be afraid to try things even if it ends up not working out for you. Obv that might be a bit more of a "nah" when it comes to paid software like Scrivener and Plottr, but there are loads of tutorials on Youtube that teach you how to use the software that you can hopefully use as a glimpse into how they work to see if they'd be up your alley before paying money for 'em.

Hope that helps! ˋ( ° ▽、° )

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Hello! I come bearing thirst-enducing pieces of the WIP

This one is spicier than the last! Still not quite explicit yet but... things are happening 😉

Context: This takes place a bit later, after the throuple is already well-established.

(Still needs work but I need to scream about this with someone immediately or I fear I shall die)

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Will found himself suddenly grateful that he and JJ had decided to buy a bigger bed a few years ago. Otherwise, his current position would hardly be as comfortable in the cramped bed they used to own.

He was lying on his back as the breath rasped out of his throat. Two pairs of hands drifted across his chest, tugged through his hair, ghosted across his lips, and worked away at his clothes.

This was not what the plan for the night had originally entailed, but all parties involved were enthusiastic about it nonetheless.

Peeling his eyes open, Will lifted his head to gaze at Reid’s fingers already halfway down his row of shirt buttons. JJ sat on Will’s other side, reaching across the small space to tug at Reid’s tie, swiftly undoing the knot and ripping it free before throwing it in a random direction.

Will brought his hand up to her jaw, pulling her down eagerly.

She followed his direction and leaned forward to press a searing kiss to his neglected lips.

By touch alone, he directed Reid to come closer as well.

JJ felt Will’s gasp against her mouth when Reid bent low to attack the exposed skin below his collarbone.

A muffled chiming cut through their eager activities. Slowly, they all stilled.

It took a few seconds for the ring to register as JJ’s phone.

After several excruciatingly long seconds, it ceased. They wasted no time resuming their previous tasks. Reid hooked a leg around one of Will’s to more comfortably continue his assault on his chest.

A groan was torn from Will when Reid’s teeth grazed his skin. His hand fisted in his long locks, trying to pull him up for a kiss.

Ringing.

They all halted once again. This time it was a different sound. Reid’s phone.

Groans of a much different sort came from all three parties sprawled across the bed. JJ disentangled her fingers from Will’s hair and sat up, taking a deep breath to force her voice to sound normal for when her phone inevitably rang again.

They didn’t have to wait long.

The shrill ring now pierced the silence. She stood and went to the dresser where her phone sat in the pocket of her sweater.

“Hello?” she answered, running her fingers through her hair as she listened.

“Yeah,” she responded after a moment, “Yeah, okay.”

The two men still on the bed waited with bated breath, watching her, until she clicked the end call button and raised her eyes to theirs with regret painting her face.

Reid sighed, letting his head drop forward to rest on Will’s shoulder for a brief moment. With a mighty groan, he swung his leg off the bed to stand up and began the process of re-buttoning his shirt.

Will released a heavy exhale, head falling back into the pillows with a resounding thwump. His eyes drifted shut as he rubbed a hand over his face, taking in several deep breaths.

As the other two were getting themselves presentable, Will watched them rather hungrily.

“Hey,” he said, halting their movement.

Reid paused with only one shoe tugged on. JJ stopped with her belt buckle partially looped. Standing near each corner of the foot of the bed, they both glanced to each other momentarily. The mere seconds that passed felt like minutes as apprehension sparked through the air at what Will might say about them getting called out again.

Will sat up, leaning back on his elbows to stare at them with half-lidded eyes.

“No touchin’ yourselves until you get back,” he commanded.

The silence dropped between them like an anvil. Both of them were rendered frozen, staring at him, wide-eyed.

“Or each other,” he added with a smirk.

JJ let out a scoff of disbelief, her hands coming up to rest on her hips, gaping at him with a small smirk of her own forming.

“W-Wha-” Reid couldn’t even complete the one word question.

The mattress dipped with a faint squeak, audible in the complete stillness, as Will heaved himself off the bed. His half-open shirt hung off his shoulder as he stood at the headboard to retrieve Reid’s tie from where it hung after being hastily flung away. Smoothing it out carefully, he slowly walked over to the other man who appeared to be experiencing a mental reboot.

Reid was already reaching out to accept it, but gasped softly as Will flipped up his collar in lieu of handing the garment over. He stepped into Reid’s space, a corner of his mouth rising just a touch at the way Reid stilled. He reached a hand over his shoulder to grab the tie from behind and loop the fabric around his neck.

Reid’s prominent Adam's apple bobbed underneath Will’s grazing touch as he slowly weaved the tie around itself and dragged it upward to a perfectly snug knot at the base of his throat.

“If I gotta wait,” Will murmured, glancing up to hold Reid’s gaze, “so do you.”

He then turned to JJ, making sure she knew she was included in the instruction.

Will reached over to where she stood still a few feet away, watching them silently, and began carefully fixing her necklace. She swallowed thickly as he held the pendant in one hand and the clasp in the other, dragging the clasp toward the back of her neck.

BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE GLASS WALLS OF MY ENCLOSUREEEEWE

matt

MATT

mMATTHEW

IM GONNA DIE

WILL SUBTLE DOMINANCE I CAN JUST HEAR HIM TELLING THEM NOT TOUCH THEMSELVES

JJ BAFFLED BC SHE IS ALSO DOMINANT BUT SUCCUMBS TO HIM

REID COMPLETELY AT HIS MERCY

IM DYING

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hello! if its not too much, do you have any tutorials on how to do lighting coming from an electronic like a phone or laptop?

Hi there! Great question!

To recreate lighting coming from an electronic device like a phone or laptop in a 2D artwork, treat it like a baby sun / light source. This means it will add to whatever other lights you have in the scene.

Here is a general workflow to try :)

Study reference: Look at reference images of electronic devices to get a sense of how the light they emit behaves. images from unsplash

When there is a lot of other light, the rim glow that the computer screen adds is a lot more subtle.

The computer screens give a nice big glow in lower light settings.

Highly suggest taking your own pics w a friend/selfie camera of what you are envisioning, as I feel this reference would be easy to make and can match what you are going for.

Now for the actual rendering process. This workflow kind of involves some knowledge of form/lighting, so definitely read up on that before.

Create a base: Draw the device and any surrounding objects using base colors. (Works for traditional paint/digital, but for colored pencil probably work dark to light, which can take a bit more planning...)

Define the light source(s): Sketch in the light source(s), making sure it appears to come from the device. The tricky part is to take in account the global lighting, so other light sources you want might make the screen glow more subtle or more pronounced. I like to paint shadows before light, so at this stage just kind of mark out what you want to do later.

Add shadows: Use shading to indicate shadows cast by objects in the scene, taking into account the light sources you've defined. I use multiply layers. I also try to think about each light source separately in my head and paint in layers to make the process a bit less complicated.

Add highlights: Use lighter tones to indicate areas that are lit by the light source, creating contrast with the shadows. Computer screens usually add a soft glow to planes that are close to the computer, and also a rim light. I'd zoom in on the reference more. If working digitally, try using overlay or soft light layers and build up the effect. If traditional, try glazing/using less opaque mediums/slowly adding in your values. Remember, the device screen is like a rectangular lamp, and since the brightness can be adjusted, I feel like you can make it believable with a variety of different value choices. Gaussian blur can help you with the glow effect as well.

Adjust as necessary: Make any final adjustments to the lighting, such as increasing or decreasing the brightness of the highlights or shadows, until you're satisfied with the result. Reference is key to this I think. You can make your own references pretty easily, if you have a camera and a friend!

Hope this helps!

<3,

Ali

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