#lol you can really see my spine deformity here

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fuck it, posting this here because i’m built like a work of art that deserves to be appreciated 🌸

porn blogs, fat fetish/feedism blogs and cis men: do not interact, this post isn’t for you.

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Sketch to lineart!

So this is how I tend to start off a drawing. It's a hot mess on layer 1. I also REALLY exagerate anatomy. It's easy to trim it down, but it helps me see things. (Quick note, I’m using Krita and an XP pen digital drawing tab.)

Next is step 2, and it DOES look a lot like step 1, lol. I start a new layer and use a different color. Tidy anatomy, move some stuff around. But now I can kinda see what I'm going to want to change, where I want to move with this.

For instance, now I can see that I'm going to want to pull the chest up and out, which will give the spine more of a curve. There's nothing wrong with this, but that'll give the image more motion. Still thinking about that bottom hand. Probably I'll rotate it so its more side-on.

Oh, I didn't really address this, but I use a big, chonky brush for this so I don't get hung up on details. When I paint using my oils irl, I squint so I can only see big shapes of value at first. (If you’re dehydrated, this has the hilarious side effect that it deforms your eyeballs so you think maybe you need to go to the emergency room for a couple hours after you’re done squinting. Drink your water.)

So, this is steps 3 - ? because it's the wierd middle bit. I have enough anatomy down to start building outfits and details on, but doing that reveals more anatomy issues and frequently composition issues. So this wiggles back and forth a lot. Literally because this is where I start really flipping the canvas back and forth.

All the layers turned on for funsies.

Okay, so next I have lines, and they are mostly correct. You can see where I was like, "oooh, these are entirely correct" and started weighting them. Alas, there are still tweaks needed. Also, I made Wyn smaller so there would be room for magic. I always seem to draw things too big for the canvas, so I’m in love with that tool that lets you smoosh stuff down. This was, haha, a huge problem for me in art school when I was just using traditional media.

List of tweaks: The hair is wrong, and I think it's actually because the back of the skull is too big. I need to soften the facial featurs, and probably lift the mouth a bit. The biggest one is that I think the chest part of the chest armor needs to stretch down more.

Okay, so this next bit gets a little tricky to explain with just snips (why I'm excited to figure out the record function in either Krita or on my graphics card eventually). To make the above adjustments, I take the layer I want to tweak down to about 50% opacity, and on top of it, draw the changes. Ruducing the opacity of the below layer helps me “ignore” it a little, and drawing on top, of course, keeps the changes separate in case I have to revert. (Don’t mind my weirdo little notes about process and lore.)

Once I have some adjustments made, if I'm confident, I'll take the eraser brush at like, 30% opacity, and erase under the adjustment layer (blue here). It lets me see even better without destroying the work if I need to revert. The skull and chest plates show this. (The black arrow is pointing to an erased portion and the green is pointing to one where all I did was lower the opacity.)

Quick note about why Wyn is where he is. People like threes. So if you bust up a canvas into thirds vertically and horizontally, it's always good to put points of interest at the intersections. Wyn’s face, and his lower hand are about spot on. His upper hand isn’t, quite, but it’s close enough. I also want to leave enough “low value” space here for magic effects.

The last step before I have what I call finished line art is just so much fiddling with the lines. Make this one darker, make that one lighter, smooth this, make that pointier etc. Just a bunch of small adjustments. But at the end, ta-dah!

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The Blood King and his Queen [7]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Romance, Angst, Drama

Word count: 2.4K

Summary:  From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?

A/N: I hope you guys really enjoy this chapter because I think its my favorite chapter so far! FYI, if I don't update this series in a while, it'll be because I am working on an 18+ oneshot for a collab for Bakugou's birthday. So if that does happen, the regular uploads will happen after Bakugou's birthday. And let me tell you, its going to be S P I C Y~

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Your heart physically dropped when he said that. You felt sick. Your palms were sweating and shaking. The air around you grew dense and you felt like you couldn’t breath. You couldn’t move for that matter.

Ruin?

What would he do to you if he found out that you weren’t really a princess? That you were a fake lying to him this whole time. It made you sick, just imaging every cruel thing he could do once he found out. But then you remembered, he wasn’t like all the rumors you heard. He was different. He was kind and understanding. He wouldn’t really ruin you if he found out, would he? You shook away the thought. The more you think about it, the more you were likely to get caught.

You were completely exhausted from all that labor you produced in a week’s time. Town after town, you were able to help his people even if it was just a little bit. But it sure depleted a lot of energy out of you. You don’t know if you’ve ever been this drained before in your entire life. It’s not like you had to do hard physical labor back at the palace. This experience was hard on you but also gave you insight on the prince and his kingdom.

Completely drained of your energy, you sat down on one of the tree trunks his soldiers brought for you at the camp not far away from the village you were at. The impoverished village didn’t have enough shelter as is, so you were left with no option but to set up your own shelter. It wasn’t a big deal to you anyway since that’s how you’ve been spending your nights so far.

All the soldiers had gathered around to take a breather for the night and drink away the stress. You weren’t a drinker, but enjoyed the atmosphere the soldiers created: fun and rowdy, like they didn’t give a care in the world. They were dancing on tables, clinking their drinks together, singing songs while hooking their arms around each other’s shoulders.

You laughed at the sight and stretched out your arms. How you wanted to continue the night away but your muscles were soar and aching. A physical exhaustion that you weren’t used to and didn’t want to get used to.

Bakugou was watching his crew from the door, arms crossed and enjoying his crew have fun. He was never the one to be center of attention, so he had his own fun from the back. He saw the way you extended your arms, faced wincing from how sore you were. Cute. It was your last night of volunteer work, why not end the night with something special?

You felt the Blood Prince’s breath sneak up behind your neck, sending chills down your spine.

“Tired?” he asks.

“Maybe just a little,” you admit. You look up at him and he’s giving you those soft yet piercing eyes. He goes to sit next to you and everything is just… peaceful. In that moment you felt content. You felt free. If this was how life was out of the palace, if this was more to life than just serving a spoiled princess, then you didn’t want to leave.

“I am impressed, princess,” Bakugou spoke. “This whole trip, you never, not once sat out. You helped the whole time. Are you sure you’re a princess?” he side eyed you.

“If I am not a princess, then what am I?” you asked back. (y/n), what are you doing? You could expose yourself and everything would be ruined! But for some reason, you wanted to be selfish. You wanted to know his reaction and how he would respond. Maybe you would give up your whole mission for him.

“An innocent and hardworking beauty that is not a princess. She is my future queen who will help me restore this kingdom.” He came closer to you, meaning every single word. Your eyes softened and you got emotional, almost to the point of tears. He’s smiling at you, but suddenly gets up. But gestures for you to take his hand. Of course you did.

“I want to show you something,” he says and leads you away from the crowd of people and into the woods.

You two were walking for a while, your hand in his the whole way. He hadn’t told you where he was leading you to but it had to be something special if he was dragging you to what seemed like all across the country to get to your destination.

“Your highness, are we almost there yet?” you asked, fatigue hitting you once again.

“Almost,” he responds, continuing to look ahead. You huffed and held on tight to his hand so you didn’t get lost or left behind. After a few more minutes of walking, you felt the air get hotter and thinner. Bakugou smiles in front of you, looking excited.

“We’re here,” he announces. He pulls back these huge leaves, revealing a natural hot spring. The water was clear enough that you could see right through it, steam rising from the water, and rocks surrounding it, creating this gorgeous, peaceful atmosphere. Your eyes lit up and a loud gasp escaped your lips.

“How did you find this place?” you asked, getting closer to the hot spring.

“You like it? None of my men know about this place,” he says.

“It’s beautiful!” you continue to gasp, feeling the water with your hands. The heat of the water made you giddy and you couldn’t wait to hop in.

“You deserve it,” Bakugou comes up to, whispering in your ear. His statement made you blush, but this time, you didn’t hide it. He smirks behind you and you heard something falling to the floor. You dare turn around to see Bakugou shirtless, discarding his clothes one by one. As if your face wasn’t hot enough, steam was coming out of your ears with embarrassment.

“What are you doing?” you freaked out, turning around immediately.

“Getting in,” he said in the most obvious tone of voice.

“Together?”

“You’ll be on one side and I’ll be on the other,” he points out a huge rock, separating the hot spring into two pools. That seems a little better, but the idea of soaking in a hot spring together with the prince was nerve wracking.

“Princess, you can enter first, if that makes you feel better,” he suggested. When you turn to look at him, he already had his back turn out of respect for you.

So you undress and enter the heated water, noticing that all your muscles relaxed and the aches started going away as soon as you hit the water. You lean the back of your head on the rock and allow yourself to fully relax and destress. You could hear water splashing from the other side of the rock, indicating that Bakugou had also entered the water. Humming in satisfaction. You grew deeper and deeper in the hot spring until your nose was sitting on top of the water.

“Princess, I realize that I don’t know your name,” Bakugou spoke. Your name? You stayed silent. Was it wise to use your own name or should you continue to play as the princess?

“(y/n).” you decided.

“(y/n),” Bakugou repeated, elongating your name as if he stopped saying it, it’d disappear from him forever. The way your name left his lips felt like butter to him. He couldn’t help himself from repeated your name over and over again in his mind. You giggled and looked over the rock, arms crossed and head resting over them.

“Your highness, allow me to scrub your back,” you offered. Bakugou waved his hand while shaking his head.

“Nonsense. You shall not attend to me. We’re here to relax,” he had to remind you. But you insisted.

“But I want to, Prince Bakugou,” you pouted, jutting out your bottom lip.

“The high and mighty princess wants to wash the blood Prince’s back?” he questions playfully. He glances back to see you resting on top of the rock, giving him your big doe eyes.

“If you insist,” he gave up. He turns his back again, making sure to give you the privacy you needed to be able to come over to his side. You make your way over to him, covering your breasts in case. When you got settled behind him, you started washing his back.

You expected Bakugou to have scars from his many battles he’s had, but you didn’t expect his back to be covered in decolored and deformed wounds. Unknowingly, your hands went up to caress each scar.

“Does that frighten you?” he asks.

“Not at all,” you tell him honestly. “I think it makes you very brave.”

A comfortable silence fell upon you. Only the sound of water running and insects in the background could be heard. That was until you felt poke your butt. The hairs on your body hiked and you screamed as loud as you could, rising from the water in panic.

“Princess!” Bakugou instinctively put protection mode on, shooting up from his place to see what the danger was. You immediately clung to him, Bakugou wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. What Bakugou saw wasn’t an enemy but rather, a wild Japanese macaque monkey poking his head out of the water.

“Shoo!” Bakugou scared the monkey out of the water and back into the forest. Bakugou grunted and relaxed his shoulders. “Damn monkeys. I thought they only came out during the winter season. Are you okay, prin…cess,” he looked down at you only for you to look up at him with your exposed chest fully pressed against his chest. Now this could easily be the most embarrassing moment of your entire life. Your face heated up with embarrassment and you let out another scream, using all your force to slap him across the face. Bakugou wasn’t expecting such a reaction and it caught him off guard. You put for much force into the slap that Bakugou flew back and fell into the water. You ran out of the spring, covering up as fast as you could.

Bakugou had never been so flustered in his life. He was a blushing mess and now the image of your naked breasts on him could not escape his mind. He needed time to calm himself down and a certain friend from getting too excited.

When you both had returned back to the rest of the crew, everybody had been knocked out cold from the alcohol. Thank goodness, because they couldn’t see how awkward you two were at the moment. That night, you slept in the tent again while Bakugou camped outside.

But you couldn’t sleep. How could that situation happen to you, out of all people? You weren’t sure how much he saw of your naked body. Maybe he didn’t see anything at all. But you saw the expression on his face, he definitely saw something. You covered your chest and closed your eyes. To think that a man saw your body and it wasn’t even your wedding night.

You felt the wind enter your tent, the chill making you shiver. If it was cold inside the tent, it must be extra cold outside. Bakugou was sleeping outside. You bit your lip in confliction. You wanted him to be warm but that means you had to confront him. Ah, fuck it. You opened your tent and saw Bakugou resting on the grass with his cape wrapped around him. And it wasn’t doing a very good job because you could see him shivering. He couldn’t hide it no matter how hard he tried.

“Would you like to come inside?” you invite him in.

“It’s for you, princess,” he reminded you.

“I understand. But it’s too cold to be sleeping out here. Please. I insist,” you urged. He opens one eye and sighs.

“As you wish, princess,” Bakugou gave in. You scooted over to make room for the large man to sleep next to you. Bakugou made himself comfy but he was a tad too tall for the tent that he had to have his legs hanging out. The opening of the tent revealed the big, bright moon overhead.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” you apologized. Bakugou just lets out a breath.

“It’s whatever. I didn’t see anything, by the way,” he reassures you. Embarrassed again, you unconsciously covered your chest.

“You sure?”

“Erased from my mind,” he says as he closes his eyes and moves his hands around his head, as if he was erasing his memory. You laugh at his antics, more comfortable with the mood that was created. Bakugou laughs with you and turns to you, meeting eyes. This is the nth time that his heart leapt when you stare at him with those innocent, childlike eyes. He clears his throat and all of a sudden, his ears got red.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” Bakugou professed. You blinked in confusion. You weren’t sure why he said that. Glancing up at the moon, you guess you could say that it was beautiful. It was a full moon, and shone brightly above your heads. You weren’t versed in the poetics so you couldn’t comprehend the message the Blood Prince was trying to get at you.

“The moon is especially beautiful tonight. But isn’t the moon beautiful every night?” you responded.

Bakugou looks are you in mortification. Fuck, did he just get rejected? His ears got hot and he covered his mouth with his hands.

“Yeah… yeah it is,” he agreed, embarrassed. He took a deep breath in and back out again to calm his beating heart. You look over at him to see him a little distressed. You softly smiled, another side you got to see of him. It was cute. You could feel your heartbeat starting to pick its pace up and that’s when you realized. Gathering up all the courage you could muster, you leaned over to kiss him on the cheek you slapped.

“Good night,” you quickly say, then turned over to face away from him. Bakugou stops everything in his tracks and is frozen. He couldn’t help but smile and fall asleep next to you.

The moment you made the decision to kiss him was when you knew that you wanted to be selfish. You wanted to become his queen and rule his kingdom together. You were going to forget your past life. You were going to forget this mission you were on. You were the princess now. That was his truth and you weren’t going to change it.

A/N: For those who don't know, the phrase "the moon is beautiful, isn't it" or 月が綺麗ですね is a more poetic way of saying "I love you" in olden Japanese. And then the response to that would be "I can die happy" or 死んでもいいわ. Just for reference.

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Spoiler: drama starts in the next chapter :)

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Napoleon Bonaparte + romance, soulmate au + #11

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thank you so much, I appreciate it! :) I love this prompt, choosing my own set was a really good idea lol (plus with best boy 🥺🥺) 

this probably isn’t as romantic as it could be, but if I had stuck my original plan, maybe it would’ve been ^^;

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Freefall (napoleon bonaparte x reader)

The moment you stepped into the mansion that night, you could subconsciously feel a shift in the dark. Whether it was your own racing thoughts or the fears pinning your feet to the ground, it ran a shiver down your spine all the same. 

It was something that was unfamiliar to you; something that you’d only heard about through gushing family members and friends lucky enough to find their soulmates at such a young age. But, you couldn’t understand why you would possibly be feeling such a thing in a place like that. 

After curiously stepping through an unmarked door in the Louvre, you’d come out in an unfamiliar hallway, the skies outside the windows showing the novelly setting sun and the carpet beneath your feet professing to be too antique for even a place such as the Louvre. It was nerve-racking, and you didn’t like being there any more than you liked the eery difference in time between the two doors. 

But, then someone took your hand. 

He claimed to be your saviour; there for no other intent other than getting you out of wherever you’d walked into. He’d stood up for you even when he didn’t know your name, and protected you from other residents even when you didn’t know his. And for fleeting moments, you thought that he might’ve been the one giving you the feeling everyone dreamed of having. 

There were always signs that you had found your soulmate. At least, that’s what everyone always said. And you thought that the feeling you got when he smiled at you, or how you loved hearing him laugh, and wanted nothing but to be near him was close enough to any confirmation you would ever need. 

The books are wrong, and they always had been. There was no such thing as red strings or monochrome vision; what connects you to another person is much more than a mere deformity. Soulmates are matches from the heart, not from some string that tells you so. 

Though you were never in a good position to think about your feelings, much less if he was the person you were meant to be with, because of the way your relationship was. So you always pushed it to the back of your thoughts, only letting it resurface in the moments it counted, and didn’t leave you hurt in the process. 

It was hard, though, not hurting. Even in just the way he talked; a way that he shared his true personality and ambitions in every word that went past his lips when he spoke to you. It was earnest and so unintentionally intimate that you couldn’t help but be drawn in, only to force yourself to push yourself away again for fear of being messing everything up. 

But, it was clear that he didn’t know anything about that. 

He still casually grabbed your hand, swore he would stay by your side as your guardian before your time there was up, and smiled at you like you were all of the stars in the sky. Everything about the man entranced you and had the world dropping out from under you in the most beautiful and loving way. He had no idea how much he affected you, and it drove you insane. 

“Monsieur,” You deadpanned as he watched you with a quirked brow. The two of you were sitting in the kitchen one night after Napoleon had come knocking and said he was hungry. How that pertained to you, you still didn’t know, but you still sat there as he cooked nonetheless. 

“It’s midnight, Napoleon. Have you no construct of time?”

“There’s no construct like that for hunger, ___,” His back was turned to you as he focused on the stove, but you were sure that he was grinning that stupid grin of his. “I only got you because I thought you would enjoy some more of my cooking,”

He was right about that, but you wouldn’t tell him that. 

“Fine, fine. you are a pretty good cook anyway,” You said, your voice slightly sing-song as he laughed. 

He turned around and gave you a pointed look. “I’m just glad I finally have someone other than Sebastian to eat my meals with, considering no one else in this house eats like a normal person. So, be honoured you’re here, since not everyone else can be.”

You laughed. “If no one else eats in a normal way, then just eat with me more often.”

You fought to keep a blush down after the words left your mouth, but thankfully Napoleon didn’t seem to notice, just laughing. “Okay, Nunuche. If you want more midnight meals then I’ll be happy to deliver.”

And, well, that was the start of it. But, thank god Napoleon tended to fall asleep fast and stay asleep, because even if you didn’t say it, getting up every night at midnight would be hard. The nights you were in the kitchen, though, even if you were tired, seeing Napoleon was still worth it. 

It made more fun memories, too.  

Bantering and laughing so loud that Sebastian had to shush you, testing new and strange recipes, and, of course, the moments you got closer. You knew they probably meant something different respectively, but you were still thankful for them. 

At least, until one night.

It was like any other at first, but when midnight came, there was no Napoleon. But it just so happened that you were hungry, so you decided to go without him, just that once, you said. Yet, when you walked through the door and heard the faint sound of music you knew that only one person in the mansion liked, you were a little confused.

Walking around the corner, you saw the back of a person that was unmistakably Napoleon, stirring what seemed to be a decently sized pot of stew. He was humming as he went, and you thought of walking back out before he noticed you, but you should’ve expected more of someone with a vampire’s senses.

He turned around and met your eyes just as the thought popped in your head, and for a moment, you just stood there, staring at each other. 

“..Uh, hi,”

His expression softened almost immediately, almost as if the words had brought him out of his thoughts. 

“___, I’m sorry I didn’t come and get you. I just.. needed a night to myself,”

Your brows turned up slightly as you began to apologise. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you fell asleep and I was hungry so I just-”

He interrupted you rapidly, almost as if the conversation made him nervous. “You can come and help if you want, it’s almost ready.”

Your eyes trailed down to the pot next to him, but your head advised against it.

“It’s okay, you said you wanted a night to yourself, right? I can just grab something and go-”

“Nunuche,” He said suddenly, smiling faintly as your confusion only rooted itself deeper. “Come over here,”

Stunned, you obeyed him, walking over to where he was standing with a quizzical look. “Dance with me?”

The music in the background had since changed to what you would consider a ballroom style song, and you couldn’t help but be starstruck by the way he held out his hand. So, you took it and tried to convince yourself it was only to soothe whatever was worrying him, not for your own personal benefit. 

You stepped slowly back and forth, his one hand on your waist and his other in yours, and you couldn’t help but sigh. 

“What could possibly be wrong that it could be fixed with a dance, Napoleon?” You whispered, your brows furrowing as you looked up at him. 

It was silent for another few long moments before he leaned into your ear, taking a breath as you began to hold your own. 

“Would you be mad if I said I just wanted to be closer to you?” He said, the quietly uttered words sending a shiver down your spine.  “You could’ve knocked on my door and we could’ve been here like any other night,” 

“I…” He hesitated. “I didn’t know if that would be enough, ___.”

Your heart was beating the fastest it had in months; since you’d been there, actually. You felt rejuvenated. 

In the smallest voice, you whispered, “What do you mean?”

He hesitated once again, but his words were firmer. “There’s something about you that draws me in, and I just can’t help but want to be closer to you, ___.”

You said nothing, only gripping his hand tighter. And in that moment, you were sure. No amount of advice or lectures could provide with the right answer as to how you would feel when you and your soulmate connected. But, the answer was ringing like a bell in your head, clearing all of your thoughts away. 

The man standing in front of you was your soulmate, from 300 years in the past.