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standfucker · 1 year ago

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I loved this chapter so I'm just going to dive right into all the parts I loved so here we go

[He’d toss you roughly onto a nearby couch or chair and spend time inspecting your work, but after a few rounds of this you realized he was just forcing you to take breaks.]

I love how he could just use his words and *tell* you to take a break but no, this guy's going to play with his new toy and flaunt his power more!

[Vampires could subsist on animals, but they usually had thralls – humans willing to be fed from in exchange for protection, or lodging, or money – or some mix of the three. The only people with more land and wealth than the vampires were the Celestial Dragons. Not even most nobles could compare to the wealth amassed by the long lived race. The balance of power was shaky at best. Vampires were powerful, but few in number. Turning humans into vampires was tricky business, and vampire procreation was a long process, as such humans out numbered them nearly a million to one. Before there had been thousands of vampires, but a great war some centuries ago had wiped out most of them.]

Me taking in all this worldbuilding

seriously hooked onto this AU!!

[Honeysuckles were in the middle of that power struggle, but you didn’t like thinking about it.]

[“It… seems impolite to refer to it as feeding.” You admit, looking over at him carefully.

“It isn’t.” He answers gruffly. “Call it drinking if you want. You wanna talk rude? Most of us call drinking from honeysuckles dosing.”]

This was so good. Also I really like this reader, it feels awesome being this reader, they rule.

[“If I drink from you now, and you are addicting, or intoxicating, or whatever word that’s supposed to make me lose my senses, then I should be either recovered or exhausted by the time my partners return.”]

ARE WE GONNA SEE KILLER/HEAT/WIRE OMG

[Eustass’ fingers slowly slide over your throat, forcing your head back slowly before he pushes you roughly into the chair with enough force it causes the cutlery on your plate to clatter as the chair slams into the table.]

love the detail of the cutlery clattering to show impact!!

[“No ill-effects as far as anyone knows.” He repeats your words. “But you couldn’t look at me when you said it, so what are you hiding?”]

Ugh I LOVE this! I didn't even pick up on how the reader looked away but Kid noticed immediately! the keen perception, the strength, it's sooo good

[“I’m not a flower.” Your voice is small, and it feels like such a weak statement against an entire world that refers to you and those like you as honeysuckles.]

who hasn't felt like the judgment of the world is against them? I love this reader.

[You don’t have to look at him to know he’s irritated about something – no matter how old or young he might actually be it’s fairly easy to read his emotions. It’s a large part of what’s made it easy to relax around him, even if does shift gears swiftly sometimes, you never have to guess too much.]

love this detail!!

[He reaches out and tilts your jaw around a little, exposing your neck in different ways.]

this is making my knees weak!!! ( ;A;)

[“… They teach us that it’s painful.”

“Never know a thrall to cry out in pain.” His grin takes a lascivious tilt. “Not to say they don’t cry out.]

cue me leaning forward, wondering if this universe goes by 'euphoric bite' rules O.O

[“Mm, if I want to. Maybe I like hurting my meals.” He tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him.]

god, he just OOZES threat. it's so incredible, I dont know how you do it so well. you're amazing at this

EVERYTHING about the bite scene--the buildup with kisses, the tension, the pleasure--it left me breathless! I swear I could feel my own neck tingling. I LOVE the line [a strange insanity takes you, as though you’d risk death to feel the peak of that pleasure.]

[“Dhampir? Humans can’t get knocked up by vampires.”]

👀👀👀 well that makes things easier for us in later chapters don't it?

[“It’s what they call the vampires who have taken oaths to the World Government.”

Eustass stills, and the air around him seems to move on his behalf. His gaze nearly spears you to the chair you’re sitting in.]

ruh roh. I guess that's new to him, and it's not good.

Ooooogh the descriptions of his anger were so on point and the way he snapped at you and you run and everything, just, so good, I am EATING IT UP.

I'm so so so glad I had to go to sleep so there's still one more chapter left for me to read. I literally cannot wait to read what happens next! not to be selfish but I am wishing you tons of muse for this story because you have been killing it with every single chapter. Cannot believe shit this good is free. God I love fanfiction. Thank you for your hard work!

Honeysuckle: Red

afab!reader x Vampire!Eustass Kid

cw: Vampire AU with blood, violence, gore, some very marginally dubious consent, 18+ only

Summary: Vampires are real, and the World Government has ways of maintaining the balance of power and peace between humans and Vampires. Most of it is simple extortion, but one person's desire for freedom threatens to upend the delicate balance and change the world completely.

Tag List: @keiva1000

Chapter 4: Bite

Eustass’ idea of having you do what he wanted seemed to be mostly chores. He had you dust, and sweep, and clean almost constantly. If you weren’t eating or sleeping, you were doing chores. He’d toss you roughly onto a nearby couch or chair and spend time inspecting your work, but after a few rounds of this you realized he was just forcing you to take breaks.

Your only real concern was that there wasn’t much conversation between the two of you. The one time you brought it up he said that you’d just have to wait and see. Well, his exact words had been to not worry your “fairytale filled head about it.”

Over the course of about four days, you were slowly pulled into his schedule. Sleeping during the day was unusual for you, but it was surprisingly easy to adjust to. You’d been up most of the night the first day you’d stumbled into the manor as it was.

Meals were simple, but certainly more than enough food. He would grumble that you’d better not complain, but you were just glad to be getting regular meals. You had been certain in your mad dash to leave the facility behind that you would be going long stretches without food. If you’d died of starvation while being free, then so be it, and so this was a far cry better than you had anticipated.

The beginning of the fifth night, as you were eating breakfast – a few slices of toast with honey on them and some fruit – your curiosity got the better of you.

“Have you, um, eaten?” You ask the question, but you’re pretty sure you know the answer. If he’s left the manor in the last few nights, it hasn’t been for long as far as you could tell.

Vampires could subsist on animals, but they usually had thralls – humans willing to be fed from in exchange for protection, or lodging, or money – or some mix of the three. The only people with more land and wealth than the vampires were the Celestial Dragons. Not even most nobles could compare to the wealth amassed by the long lived race.

The balance of power was shaky at best. Vampires were powerful, but few in number. Turning humans into vampires was tricky business, and vampire procreation was a long process, as such humans out numbered them nearly a million to one. Before there had been thousands of vampires, but a great war some centuries ago had wiped out most of them.

Now there were a few hundred at most.

Honeysuckles were in the middle of that power struggle, but you didn’t like thinking about it.

“Vampires don’t eat, princess.”

“It… seems impolite to refer to it as feeding.” You admit, looking over at him carefully.

“It isn’t.” He answers gruffly. “Call it drinking if you want. You wanna talk rude? Most of us call drinking from honeysuckles dosing.”

You can’t help flinching at the term. Convincing the world that all honeysuckles were addictive was the greatest lie the World Government had ever gotten away with.

“I’m still not convinced.” He says his tone freezing you in place as he stands behind you. “Everyone should be back by morning. I was going to wait, but if you’ve been lying.” His hands rest on your shoulders and suddenly you wish you hadn’t eaten breakfast.

“I haven’t.” You insist. Your voice is quiet, and your heart is pounding.

Eustass’ hands hold you in place easily, as he leans down and speaks low into your ear. “You’ve heard the stories, same as me, I’m sure. The Government protects the little honeybloods, because the terrible, monstrous, evil, blood-sucking vampires can’t help from drinking the little darlings dry. So sweet is your blood, so powerfully addicting, that we fall into a terrible bloodlust from it.”

“I’m not addicting.” You say the words, but there’s a vivid image in your mind of your cold and lifeless body on the floor, drained of blood and a feral Eustass Kid screaming in the dark manor.

“But your blood is still intoxicatingly sweet,” you can almost feel his lips brush against your skin, before he leans back a little. “If I drink from you now, and you are addicting, or intoxicating, or whatever word that’s supposed to make me lose my senses, then I should be either recovered or exhausted by the time my partners return.”

The chair you’re in is turned around easily, and those burning gold eyes are regarding you before he leans down. “Mm, princess?”

You’re struggling to meet his gaze when he’s so close. “I’m…” You swallow thickly, forcing yourself to look at him. “I’m a Honeysuckle Red, we… I… supposedly empower anyone who drinks my blood.”

“Empower?”

You nod. “Like adrenaline.”

Eustass’ fingers slowly slide over your throat, forcing your head back slowly before he pushes you roughly into the chair with enough force it causes the cutlery on your plate to clatter as the chair slams into the table.

“You said you weren’t a drug, little flower.” His eyes have that dangerous red hue to them, and his grip is immovable. By his grace alone you’re still able to breathe and speak.

“Ah-addicting… I said I wasn’t addicting.”

His eyes narrow and his grip tightens for a moment. You do your best to stay still, hoping that he doesn’t mean to snap your neck and save himself the complications. The tense moment seems to drag on, but you don’t avert your eyes.

“Side-effects?” He questions as his grip loosens.

“R-reds are the…” You stop and look away. “There’s no ill-effects, as far as anyone knows.”

“And you?” He prompts.

“Huh?” You look up at him and tilt your head a little.

“No ill-effects as far as anyone knows.” He repeats your words. “But you couldn’t look at me when you said it, so what are you hiding?”

“N-Nothing. Nothing!” You assert as his fingers start to tighten. Your face flushes and you look away. “It’s like … it’s like talking about an object.” You say finally, face and ears hot in anger and embarrassment. “Classifications. Purities. Effects. Addiction levels. Like we’re not even human.”

You’re quiet for a moment, Eustass doesn’t move his hand away but there’s no pressure behind it.

“I’m not a flower.” Your voice is small, and it feels like such a weak statement against an entire world that refers to you and those like you as honeysuckles.

You hear a quiet growl come from Eustass before he pulls his hand away. You don’t have to look at him to know he’s irritated about something – no matter how old or young he might actually be it’s fairly easy to read his emotions. It’s a large part of what’s made it easy to relax around him, even if does shift gears swiftly sometimes, you never have to guess too much.

It’s much better than the false kindness of the faculty.

“That was a lovely chat.” He says sarcastically. “But I’m still hungry, princess. What’re you going to do about it?”

“… I wasn’t aware I had a choice.” You admit, looking at the golden eyes that are regarding you coolly. A smirk slips across his face.

“You’ve had a choice since you chose to run away, little gift.” His voice is gruff, but the words are kind, or at least kind enough. He reaches out and tilts your jaw around a little, exposing your neck in different ways. “And I can choose if I give a shit.”

“… They teach us that it’s painful.”

“Never know a thrall to cry out in pain.” His grin takes a lascivious tilt. “Not to say they don’t cry out. But no one’s fed from a hon-.” Eustass stops mid sentence and frowns deeply. “Only one way to know, sweetheart.”

“Would you… could you stop, if it hurts?”

“Mm, if I want to. Maybe I like hurting my meals.” He tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him. Despite the heat in your face you’re able to return the gaze.

“You haven’t hurt me yet.” You say, knowing he’s had plenty opportunity to do so.

“If you want me to hurt you doll, you just have to ask for it.” He answers and you wonder if you’re both talking about the same thing anymore.

“I…” You wondered absently if being free meant wondering which choice was going to be your last, or if this was a unique situation. “Would like for you to eat.”

“I won’t starve in the next few hours.” He counters. There’s a glimmer in his eyes, and you feel like you’re being stalked.

“I know.” He offers his hand and helps you to your feet from the chair.

“Scared?”

“Nervous.” You admit.

Leaning down, he hums softly, pulling your collar aside. There’s enough give to the shirt that he can pull down both of your shoulders easily. The air against your skin makes your breath come back shaky and you can feel the grin coming from him.

“Not yet,” he says softly, kissing your neck. The soft sensation was unexpected, and you feel a shiver run through you as a small gasp escapes you. “Relax,” he commands, pressing another soft kiss against your neck.

His lips are hotter than you expected, and the pleasurable feeling from the tender kisses is distracting you. His hand presses against your back before his tongue presses against your skin. The new sensation makes you squirm and gasp, and he holds you in place. You can feel your heart beating faster and the rush of blood from it is a little dizzying.

“Eu-Eustass…” You’re not sure what you mean to say to him. That the pleasure is nice, but the anticipation is killing you, or that you don’t want him to feed, you just want him to keep making you feel good.

You didn’t know something like this felt so good.

He cradles your head with his hand, holding you even as the pleasure building inside you seems to demand you move.

“Shhh, (Y/N),” his voice hums against your skin, and there’s a second of fear as you realize what’s going to happen. The pleasure hardly relents however, and the fear subsides.

The hard pressure of smooth bone is against your skin for nearly a third time, and the sharp pain is so brief you’re not even sure you truly felt it. Pleasure jolts from your neck out into your body and you can’t stifle the euphoric cry that escapes your lips. The delicious sensation continues to build as he feeds from you, and a strange insanity takes you, as though you’d risk death to feel the peak of that pleasure.

Before you can even truly near it Eustass pulls away.

“Haaaa-Fuck.” He keeps his grip on you as he takes another deep breath. He seems to steady the two of you against one another for a brief moment before he has you sit back in the chair.

“Holy fuck.” He swears again. His skin is flush red down to his abdomen, his fingers flexing as claws extend and contract. There’s a wild aura around him, and you half expect him to howl like some werewolf.

He takes a step back, but it seems more for your comfort than his concern. The air around him is crackling and chaotic, but there’s no struggle or madness on his face.

“I feel like I could break the Red Line.” He says, his breath is coming out heavy and his usual fluid movements seem to flicker. You almost expect him to start teleporting around the room. “How long does this last?”

“… They say for as long as the Dhampir need to win a fight.”

“Dhampir? Humans can’t get knocked up by vampires.” He says it dismissively, but he’s still looking at you for clarification.

You swallow. It’s not like you haven’t been spilling state secrets to him all this time, but this one feels heavier than the rest. “It’s what they call the vampires who have taken oaths to the World Government.”

Eustass stills, and the air around him seems to move on his behalf. His gaze nearly spears you to the chair you’re sitting in.

The room’s been dark since you began eating, your “day” starts at sunset, and the manor is kept almost completely dark because there’s no need for Eustass to need light, and neither of you wants to give away the fact that you’re in the manor. Small sources of lights are provided so you can do your chores and move around without issue, but nothing more than that.

Right now, it seems like all the light from the moon and the candle at the table are being overpowered by a darkness rolling around Eustass. There’s a fury in his eyes, a deadly anger and an unsettling calm all at the same time. You can’t tell if he means to kill you for what you’ve told him, or if he’s keeping himself in check to keep from harming you.

The sound of his breathing is the only noise in the room. The air shudders with every exhale.

“Go to your room.” The words come from him clipped and sharp, barely controlled. “NOW!” He bellows when you don’t immediately move and the sound forces your limbs into motion.

The torrent of emotions from the last few minutes causes tears to sting in your eyes as you run toward your room. The euphoria, the pleasure, the rush, all crushed underneath the weight of the fear that made you run.

Even before you could make it halfway up the stairs you heard the front doors open and close with such force it nearly shook the entire manor. It was amazing that they hadn’t simply shattered in the frame. By the time you made it to the doors of your room you were at least certain that he wasn’t furious at you. You might not know him well, but Eustass Kid seemed the kind of vampire to simply bury whatever truly angered him.

Whatever he had left to do, you only hoped he returned.

#kid

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aciid-eater · 4 years ago

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“I’m in love” Eijiro Kirishima x reader

Summary: When a spider brings two lovely souls together.

Warnings: Maybe a little cursing

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His soft footsteps against the wood floor was the only thing Kirishima could hear as he paced back to his room. His teeth poked at his bottom lip as he named the doors along the walls.

Uraraka, Jiro, Sero, Aoyama, Y/n, Bakug-

Kirishima’s stopped dead in his tracks as a muffled shriek slipped from under y/n’s door. He stood still for a moment, not sure if he should go in or walk away.

His confusion was short lived when her door swung open and she frantically pulled him inside. Hiding behind him, she pressed herself between his broad shoulders and the door.

Immediately Kirishima’s body stiffened and his face flushed. One of his large hands came up to grasp the one on his shoulder as he surveyed her room. There were murals all over the walls. The paintings were beautiful, but obviously unfinished, he could tell she had been working by the numerous bottles of paint and paint brushes all over the floor and table.

“What wrong L/n?” He was confused as to what could have her of all people so spooked, expecially since they had only moved into the dorms two days ago.

“There’s a spider, on the window seal” she whispered, gripping his shoulder. It was dark outside, but under her lights he could see the shilloute of the little creature.

The red head surpressed his initial chuckle, moving away from the girl’s hold. He grabbed a paper towel from the roll on her table and picked up the spider, killing it in the process. He moved to throw it away but was stopped by y/n’s voice.

“No don’t throw it away! Flush it!” He laughed, bringing the paper towel into her bathroom, which was also littered in paintings.

Once the spider was long gone, kirishima emerged from the bathroom, taking a long look around the room.

“Thank you, you’re a life saver.” Y/n exhaled goofily.

“No problem, that’s what a hero does!” Kirishima smiled.

“It looks awesome in here, are you gonna finish it all tonight?”

Y/n cracked her neck and sighed.

“That’s the plan. You can stay here and watch if you’d like.” She replied, sitting down in a chair that was facing the wall. Kicking off his shoes, the red head followed suite, sitting cross legged on her bed and watching her work.

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“Kiri, you have big hands, come here.” She mumbled.

“Huh?” He asked, getting up to stand at her side. Kirishima wastched as y/n dumped a couple bottles out on the table.

“Dip your hands in it and splatter the wall as best as you can.” She smiled.

“Y/n i don’t think I can-“ y/n cut him off by dipping her finger in red paint and dragging it across the side of his face.

“You can’t mess up, I trust you.” The red head huffed with a smile, slowly dipping his palm in paint and making a slick hand print on her neck.

“Kirishima! Oh it is on!” Y/n giggled.

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“Hold still, hold still.” Y/n mumbled, sitting up on Kirishima’s shoulders to finish a piece off on the bathroom ceiling. Her body and clothes were covered in dried painted hand prints, and Kirishima was no better.

“I’m almost done, don’t worry.” She stated.

“Take your time L/n, you’re not heavy at all.” He replied, hands still on her thighs. Y/n stopped for a moment to look down. The two met eyes for a moment and immediately turned away, faces red.

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“Now curl your wrist, just like that.” Y/n mumbled, her hand over Kirishima’s as he drew a butterfly on the space above her bed. He was sitting on his knees at the head of her bed, y/n snuggled tightly between the headboard and his chest. He breathed in deeply, smelling the oh so sweet smell of her shampoo, he liked it. Kirishima immediately exhaled when he finished, silently greatful he didn’t ruin anything on the wall of her room.

“Good job! It looks great.” Y/m smiled.

“Now sign your name at the bottom so I can tell people the infamous Red Riot did a drawing in my room.”

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“Staying still, eyes closed, let the world just past me by!” Kirishima sang, holding a paintbrush like a microphone.

“Shhhh, it’s past midnight, if Bakugou comes in here I’m letting you handle it!” Y/n giggled, painting the back of her door.

Kirishima ignored her,grabbing her wrists and pulling her to his chest.

“Dance with me L/n!” He giggled. Y/n rolled her eyes, but nevertheless she danced and mumbled the song along side her friend.

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“It tickles.” Kirishima giggled, eyes closed as y/n held his chin.

“If you sneeze I’m gonna kick you.” Y/n cackled, running a paintbrush over his nose.

“That’s animal abuse!”

“You’ll be fine!......There I’m done.” She mumbled, leaning back and looking over her work. She had painted whiskers and a nose onto his pale skin, successfully making him look like a cat.

“Don’t I look, purrr-fect?” He smiled, winking at her.

“Oh my gosh get outtt!” She laughed.

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As things began to tone down, Kirishima watched, listening as y/n hummed along to the smooth music playing in the background. He studied her face, the way her eyebrows scrunched with every flick of her paintbrush. Then his eyes trailed over the mural on the wall. It was a painting of a woman with flowing hair surrounded in roses and petals.

“I hope I’m not distracting you, but what are you painting on that wall?” Y/n smiled, making Kirishima blush.

“Aphrodite. She’s she’s the Greek goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, passion and procreation. Shes most beautiful woman who’s ever lived.”

“Really?” He hung on her every word, sighing as her smooth voice bounced in his head.

“They say if you ever have the honor of being visited by her, she’ll look like the most beautiful person in your eyes. Everything you find attractive will be realized into one person, even things you didn’t know you liked. Some people even claimed that their spouses were Aphrodite, but I assume they were just madly in love.”

His gaze was glued to her face now. Memorizing the way her lips pursed and her eyes lit up when she spoke. There was something about her that he couldn’t put a finger on. He felt...special around her. Like when he was with her he really was someone important.

“Im little curious....what would your Aphrodite look like?” She asked, catching his gaze. The red head blushed, bright read, fumbling with his words. Y/n giggled, turning back to her wall and continuing.

“Forget it, it’s a silly question.”

He didn’t have the guts to say she was his Aphrodite.

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“Aaaand we’re done!” Y/n sighed, leaning back dramatically on her bed. Kirishima chuckled as she stretched, looking over all their work. There wasn’t a bit of the room that was visibly it’s original color.

“It looks amazing, you’re really talented!” He praised.

“Nah it just looks good because I had you here, she mumbled, her eyes closed. The two sat in comfortable silence for a long while. So long that Kirishima could have sworn she was asleep.

“What time is it?” Y/n asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Almost 5am.” He replied.

“Wanna watch a studio Ghibli movie?” Y/n asked with a devious smirk.

“Of course”

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It wasn’t until the sun was peaking through the window and y/n was fast asleep against his bare chest did Kirishima finally pick up his phone.

‘Guys? I need help.’

Bakubro: What did you do this time, shitty hair?

Flex Tape: what’s up bro?

Pikachu: You’re not in jail right?

Strawberry Lemonade: Jail Trip Time!

‘Nono, I’m not in trouble.’

‘It’s just I’

‘Okay so, I spent the night with L/n last night.’

Strawberry Lemonade: 😏

Pikachu: WAIT DONT TELL ME YOU—

Bakubro: SO THATS WHY IT WAS SO FUCKING LOUD

‘WAIT NO WE DIDNT DO ANYTHING’

‘I just helped her paint.’

Flex Tape: Laaaamee

Strawberry Lemonade: Then whats the problem?

‘I think I’m love.’

#eijiro kirishima x reader #eijiro x reader #eijiro kirishima #kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima

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seankitt · 4 years ago

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Hi this is prob a weird question, but do you use Krita for your art? [which is awesom btw] i found it through the tag i'm looking for art programs but im superindesivie and dont know what to look for! could you give me some advise? thanks have a great day/night!

Hi! Not a weird question at all, actually a great one. The drawings tagged with Krita were drawn with Krita and maybe some more that I forgot to tag. Most of the others were drawn with Paint Tool Sai.

As far as recommendations, you really can’t go wrong with Krita, simply because it is free, loaded with features, and the community keeps growing. The learning curve with Krita is a little steeper than Paint Tool Sai. With Krita you might have to play with settings a little bit and watch a couple of tutorials, but the long term reward is worth it. Go to Krita’s website and read the tutorials. There is also a Krita section on reddit that inspires me to learn Krita when I see all the great art it can produce.

Paint Tool Sai is much simpler out of the box, and can produce beautiful work. If you can afford the 45$ for Paint Tool Sai, I’d say it’s worth it.

Don’t get caught up in the tools you use to draw. You are the artist that brings the tools to life. I’ve seen beautiful work made from many other programs, like Medibang too, which is also free. On the ipad there is Procreate and Art Studio.

Hope this helps!

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the-reactionist · 5 years ago

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Pls, Forgive ME

i know everythig is relevant; and as i put you into my perspective, i am somewhat diminishing your true potential; but i’m sorry; i need you, i am your prolem because you are here to really help humanity, practically; that is why i come at you, in hope at a time you need a person like me to work onto; and i hope we develop a relationship because i wanna be like you - this is more responsible and powerful than what i have see before; i am sifting all of my memories and the things i hold dear in my heart through your energy and teachings, and it really changes a lot - i see ways of bettering everythign <3 tahnkyou! that is why i am so selfish andbold; by no means do i believe i am ‘right’ about anything/everything <3 i beg you for your forgiveness; and i don’t mean to abuse your strength either; i like myself being weak, i need to emphasize that again; maybe that is a grand lessonyou need to/should/could learn as teacher/parent/human/person - i like my dying nature, i like to have a life an dthen go to rest in the earth in peace; i don’t mind the physicl pains - being fat after birth, being in pain through my period, getting ill if i go out i th ecold with wet hair and getting fever; i love being ill and close to death because i feel fully loved; my body is programmed to remember the joy and love of teh Universe whenever it repairs itself by itself when it has forced me to take a break from life’s hussle and just sleep/be i peace; this is beautiful, death is beautiful; it is not scary to be reborn and to depend on othr people; nto really; look at me - i survived, and before gettingint spirtual shit, i thrived, and my life was really very high vibe; but the only book i had read about spirituality was herman hesse;s siddhartha; and my innate nature tellsme taht was on purpose - i ahve a tietan master/lama within me, maybe past life stuff, idk - who has come to udnerstand taht the joy nd beauty of existence is to endure hardships; and teh desire for death and non-existence is shameful in the sense only weak people commit it; strog peopelwho are in tune with the universe always find a way to prosper, evenin the most not-good situations;

so teh anger with aprents, teh law of attraction and many htings, if nto very healthy, if you could use my opinion;

see arranged marriages, for example - peoplegot wedded before most of the time out of pure ecessity to continue the line of the dna; and not bad matches occurred that way; it is nto healthy to seek for only certain things ad dismiss everythign else alog the way; taht is escapism;

teh truth is whe you are inlove with nature , humanity, existence and life, you can see beauty everywhere; and you dn’t actually need a specific one to procreate and feel good about yourself, because there are others who also deserve you, nd who are awesome as well; addictio to adrenaline is still an addiction; addiction to the thrill of perfect union and that savoury sense of bonding and passion that the warriors of old had - teh samurai, for example, is not something that ca be universal ad common, i believe; peopleneed peaace, nto only fighting all their lives; this si not helthya nd this stress lead to degeneration - look at spartan warriors - this is nothing, they did nothing much; they were just their time’s hollywood - soemthign unrealistic taht is told in tales nobody is interested in except for the people who want power over others;

i am sorry to say that you yourself have fallen in the power game the illuminati/americans play; genuine teachers abandon teir self; their ego, and just teach the masses; but not only the clean and wealthy masses - taht is escapismm; they teach ina frica,and in bangladesh, and in teh slums of macao.... because they wanna see the objective reality,a s much as tehy can;

so this is a thorn in you - why can’t you let go of power, why can’tyou be small, ahy can’t you be ungly, why can’t you be thom yorke [lzy eye/creep]; are you superior to us/otehrs? how, why do you wanna overn us without being one of us - see the movie the dreamers to get a perspectiveof deep compassion, expressed cinematically during the wartime i europe;

i am your teacher; i have went to psychiatries because fo spiritual teachers like you; i tell you this because you are seekign the truth nto only of your perspective, but of others’; i might have been a bad person,but i didn’t need to be knocked down off my feet in such a brutal way; teach people out of compassion for them - with love; see into their future reactions and create techigns that would enable you to be there a step further soa s to hold their hand whenever their need it, after you had seemingly kicked their back and abandoned themby themselves; or lure them passionately, secually to you so that you do the work for them yet they feel bliss and satisfaction, because you have desiged each lesso for them; im sorry to be that open but you’re not doing it right; studyold masters, study scared prostitution in china, study japanese culture; study buddhist teachings off the cannon -somethign non-biased, somethign that sprang into existence by sheer power of the universe’s love, somethign uncontrollable; like ikkyu sojun

somethig no ego would wanna hear;

im sorry but i am here to warn you/put into perspective for you you are making mistakes/ ad tht is affecting ME personally, through virtue of the intercnectedness of everything;

i have my own black thorns too, but i eed to cofront people like you - you are the secongd spiritual teacher i do taht to, in order to heal them; maybe the problem is nto you, but me; i need to know; to the bottom; i feel anger and rage at beign controlled; so, please, bare that in mind; beign tricked is better - it’s more clever and i can let go people who trick me - i can’t let go people who control me, because their actions are bsed on fear, not selfishness;

your actons are based on ear, teal swan; be grunge, be ugly, be messy for a change; or you’ll be the hardcore bitch descended from heaven who wants us all dead because we’re not perfect enough; and i say that because i wanna partner with you and make it wso that your divinity stays with us, lower density people - i want you to be good etacher to us so taht we take all from you, by design; so open up fully; dont hold anythign back; i hope this message gets to you because it might trigger your flight because of fear of aloneness and pain;

youre gonna become even more magnificent if you let everythig that is unnecessery go; even people like me; let us go; let us make mistakes, even, if we need to; we can handle that; if not - figure out a way to lure us into not committing those sins/mistakes; but not demand; i can’t answer demands, only love-calls; and i ahve the right to have that strong ego ad self-assertiveness; you do, too; please, do!!!!

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since it’s been about a year and i’ve learned many new things, i wanted to reblog this with some more art tips :D (also more digital art centered ones!)

try to use the erase button over the undo button more. i really do think that it helps to not be constantly undoing every line you make and be able to make more adjustments and not be so perfectionist (been doing this a lot since making going to the eraser one of my actions on my apple pencil)

definitely explore programs/materials your using- i managed to get a graphics tablet for free and i’ve used it to mess around (and struggle) with different programs like krita and csp. and anyways, who knew it was so nice to draw with crayola markers??

learn your layer modes - my person favorites are overlay, add, and multiply, but there’s a lot for a reason! messing around with them can lead to cool things! (this goes for other features you may not use in your program!)

if your coloring - EDIT your colors!! you might not realize how desaturated you’re making things, or maybe how they aren’t totally working together. i recommend duplicating your color layer(s) and messing around with curves, saturation, and gradient maps (these are procreate features i do not know what exists on other programs-)and then using layer modes + opacity to make everything nicer. also - if you want to just tone everything one color (or just make everything warmer or cooler) - fill a new layer thats above either the colors or everything and set it to the layer mode “color” and adjust opacity :)

the liquify tool - im not sure if this is just a procreate thing or not but its so awesome to use when editing proportions. i like to flip my canvas and select all my layers and push things around and make things bigger and smaller. it can be a lot more efficient than redrawing things :)

dont use like a billion brushes - sometimes less is more, i use about 3-4 for every drawing. id recommend using a textured brush among some less textured brushes to so its not overwhelming or underwhelming with so few brushes.

draw traditionally!!! - drawing traditionally will do things like give constraints and force things like line confidence and problem solving (especially if you are using (semi) permanent materials!!!). it doesn’t have to be anything particularly fancy, it can just be little sketches and practice, or just messing around with materials.

and again - have fun!!! art is a fun thing that you should be enjoying. none of these tips matter if they aren’t making you happy/enjoying the process of creating! just make things, cause thats really cool, the technical stuff only matters if you want it to matter :)

btw if you have anything specific you want me to talk about, ask! i love talking about art and giving art tips!

Have any art tips, your art is cool and I've been trying to get into digital art recently.

thanks :)

something ive learned recently: set ur layer to add on digital art for lighting - best things ever

but if you're just starting out with digital art, find a program ur comfortable with (i recommend procreate), and just play around and figure out what brushes and stuff you like, find digital artists on youtube for more specific tips (i recommend LavenderTowne for more cartoon-ish style digital art, but some of her tips can be good for any style)

if you've been doing traditional for a while, it'll just kinda throw you off to start digitally drawing, but eventually you figure it out and get the hang of it and to have pretty much every tool and color at your disposal is cool, just gotta learn how to use them :)

but if you're new to art entirely, just draw and have a good time, like thats my biggest tip, explore your style while also having fun, dont worry if it's not the next mona lisa, that's not important, it's gonna take time, and there will never be a point where you will have the skills to draw every single thing you want exactly how you want it, its just impossible. also you can look at other peoples art also take inspiration to start creating your style, i swear though i feel that step by step tutorials can hurt your art SO BAD, unless they give a thorough explanation into why you are doing what you're doing, you haven't learned anything, and when you try to do it again, but in different contexts, it's gonna look weird, because you don't actually know what you're doing.

ALSO JUST GENERAL TIP JUST WATCHING PEOPLE DRAW, IT DOESNT EVEN HAVE TO BE A TUTORIAL OR ANYTHING, ITS JUST SO HELPFUL TO WATCH SOMEONE'S PROCESS

heh i don't know if this helps, i can totally give more specific tips if anyone asks ^^

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