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[theoneandonlyneonleon]

🎵 - what kind of music do they listen to? Asking for all.

oh I have been WAITING for someone to ask this!!!! (ily nonnie 💕)

💙 - lots of pop, 2000's-2010's music, and slut music. Leo's playlist consists of: Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, Ayesha Erotica, Millionaires, Nelly Furtado, Katy Perry, MARINA, Britney Spears, and Chappell Roan

❤ - Lots of metal, punk rock, and a touch of industrial. Alex's playlist consists of: Nine Inch Nails, Ghost, Misfits, Slipknot, Dead Kennedy's, Suicidal Tendencies, Metallica, and Black Flag

💜- Dubstep and electronic (obvi), but also vocaloid, hyperpop, goth, and new wave, with a bit of musical soundtracks (I like to think his faves are SIX and Hamilton bc yknow history). Donnie's playlist consists of: Daft Punk, Hatsune Miku, Bauhaus, Rebzyyx, Sohodolls, Siouxxie and the Banshees, Molchat Doma, Crystal Castles, 100 gecs, S3RL, and various hyperpop artists (too tired to remember any rn)

💛 - Lots and lots of indie and alternative pop. Ivy's playlist consists of: Penelope Scott, Lana Del Ray, Beach House, Mitski, Steve Lacey, TV Girl, SALES, Beach Bunny, Roar, Cavetown, Egg, and The Neighborhood

💗 - Boy bands, 80's and 90's music. Miley's playlist consists of: Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, One Direction, Ace of Base, Micheal Jackson, and anything 80's and 90's pop.

💤 - Dad rock and music a teenage boy would absolutely listen to. Freddie's playlist consists of: Weezer, Green Day, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Sublime, AD/DC, Fountain of Wayne, Bo Burnham, Bloodhound Gang, Nirvana, and Lonely Island.

💥 - Riot Grrrl and sapphic music. Aprils playlist consists of: Bratmobile, Bikini Kill, Grrrlwood, Girl in Red, Chappell Roan, Le Tigre, Destroy Boys,Mommy Long Legs, and Hands Off Gretal.

Its basically my music taste dived into subcategories lol

[larsgoingtomars]

Hi this is for the anon thing

I used to like you, a lot, and I’ve only just gotten over it

Hii!!

Im in shock right now I really doubted someone could like me-

[heeliopheelia]

heeseung (u can do hyung line if u want to) with a corruption kink

LOVE UR WRITING LIKE FR FR 🫶

thank you so much baby <33 sorry for the slight delayyy NSFW CONTENT BELOW ! ! !

damnnn, you in for a ride with that man (if ur a virgin rip u </3)

loves a good ol tying up here and there, gets off on the idea of how vulnerable you are for him like this, all at his mercy

is so into overstimulation, would do almost about anything to see you beg and fall apart below him 

degrades the shit out of you

to make you cry and tremble is literally his goal so… thoughts and prayers bae

he fucks you hard but wants to see you on the verge of passing out even harder

it doesn’t take him all that long to turn you into his cute lil fucktoy

With a strangled whine, you writhe underneath Heeseung’s larger body as his dripping cock slams into you incessantly. With your wrists tied up to the bed, there’s not much you can do but mewl desperately, hot tears dropping down your burning cheeks. 

He’s stripped you off of any boldness from earlier, leaving you just his beloved, submissive angel, sprawled out on your completely ruined sheets. 

“Such a little whore for me,” Heeseung pants heavily, grinning as he looks down at how messy you look. No thoughts behind those eyes he loves so much. “That’s what you’re made for, no? To be my pretty cocksleeve.”

His heart swells with pride at the sight of you below him, fucked stupid and mindless, and all because of him. 

“Take it, take it, take it,” he seethes out like a mantra, teeth clenching and hips growing on their strength with every snap against your skin. 

“Kiss me, please. Please,” you whisper breathlessly, lashes heavy with tears blinking up at your boyfriend. Your body jolts with his rough thrusts, knocking all the air that’s been left in your lungs out.

“Hm? What was that, baby?” He asks, leaning forward and making you sob out a whine as you feel as if he’s digging his dick right into your guts. “You want me to kiss you? Yeah, maybe later.”

[bobardo]

how would carmy react if he ever accidentally hurt his girl…like not in a fun sexy way but in a real way…whether it’s genuinely fucking/spanking her too hard or saying something rather mean during sex

oh god i feel like he'd literally burst a blood vessel 😭

tw!! carm hurts his cub (emotionally). allusions to domestic ab*se (carm is a healing boy, all right?) happy ending.

i can see this happening after carmy loses for the first time. like, it sucks to lose for anyone, but this is carmen we’re talking about—the definition of a loser; a boy small and quiet enough to frighten into a corner, terrorize into a blank mind (poor, bruised boy. built a name for himself out of hollow self-confidence and false healing, a persona that crumbles with one (hundred) too many punches).

he walks through the tunnels with his head hung low, eddie’s hand massaging his right shoulder and benny’s soothing his left; nacho in front, his larger form shielding carm’s blotchy face from the inconsiderate paparazzi. y/n trails timidly beside her bear—hurting and erratic.

the locker room is stock-still silent as they file inside. usually, there's hollering and chanting in celebration as soon as they step through the threshold, and after congratulations and hugs (and kisses from his sweet cub), carm heads for the shower to wash away the grime of his brutal victory.

this time, though, there are no congrats to be given.

everyone seems to be walking on powder eggshells, overly tentative and precautionary as they tend to him. any questions they have for him are low and prudent, and any answers he has to offer them are clipped, and slightly cruel—finds it difficult to show kindness when their own is unwarranted, he lost. he failed (and failing does not call for sympathizing but for reprimanding, punishment; not consolation but condemnation).

"jus' fuck off, dude," carmen huffs, shrugging benny's hand of his shoulder. he sighs, drops his palm from figure and turns on his heal to walk out, anxiously twirling his toothpick along his tongue.

he steps next to y/n, where she waits, pretty in pink, like always, with her hands folded in front of her legs, eyes to the floor. he bumps his boney shoulder to hers, "think he needs you." her eyes flit up to meet his, and he gives her a small smile, and look of encouragement. "go get him, tiger," he whispers gently.

famous last words.

everyone silently gets the message and leaves the locker room to give carmen his space; all except his girl, his sweet cub.

"carmy," she utters softly, stepping toward him.

he throws her a look over his shoulder, "not now, cub, i'm... not now."

she frowns—presses still.

"carm," she tries again, sliding a supple palm up the curve of his back.

he jerks away from her touch, "not fuckin' now, y/n!" he keeps his back to her and starts toward the medical bed, blood dripping from his fingertips.

she bristles, but doesn't let him see it. takes a defesive step back, kicks up her chin, and swallows the lump in her throat (she hated it when he yelled, when he bunched himself up and tucked himself away in that corner of his mind, away from everyone, even her, but his protector. she couldn't help him there, couldn't pry him from the clutches of claws).

"please don't speak to me like that, carmen," she says, soft but firm. "i'm your girlfriend, not on payroll."

he snorts as he rips a white towel off the overhead shelf and starts soaking up the blood from his various wounds. he's rough as he scrapes it up and down his battered body, hurtful. y/n longs to reach out and do it for him—delicate and caring, the way he deserves—but keeps her twitching hands at her sides.

"fuckin' act like it," he mutters under his breath.

her eyebrows rise with indignation, "excuse me?"

"i said y'fuckin' act like you're on my payroll, shit!"

y/n's spent a long time trying to learn how to not be sensitive. she came from a household of men—four brothers, all boxers, thanks to her father—but just because she was constantly surrounded by their brutality doesn't mean she ever fully adapted to it. she inherited their tough skin—took the chipped pieces on the gym floor and melded them to her flesh herself, thicker, harder to pierce—but she couldn't bury her very being, no matter how hard she tried; she would always be a sensitive soul.

she exhales a shaky breath, her fingers curling into her palms, nails digging. he didn't mean it, he was just upset with himself.

"watch your damn tone, carmen."

"or what?" he scoffs, whipping around to face her, tossing the bloodied towel to the side. it's the first good look she's gotten at his face since the start of the fight, and it makes her want to scream.

he's got a swollen, bruised left eye and a crooked nose, a swelling jaw and busted lips; battered and bloodied, from his collarbone, scattered all across his torso.

her throat threatens to close up, and carmy's taking a looming step closer to her too fast for her to combat it.

"what the fuck are you gonna do? fuckin' bitch at me like you always do, huh?" she flinches as he gets in her face, stumbling back. "carmy this and carmy that, but s'never fucking good enough, is it? you just get to sit there and look pretty—live in my house, use my fuckin' money—and god fuckin' forbid i ever ask anything of you!" he throws his arms up, exasperated, huffs out a laugh, though it's certainly humorless. "i'd screw those precious fuckin' feelings a'yours, get y'cryin' like the fuckin' crybaby y'are..."

his voice trails off, the fiery blaze in his eye faltering—like he knows he's fucked up—but his face hardens again before she has the chance to decipher it.

there's part of her that wants to hurt him the way he's just hurt her, put up a fuckin' fight and scream at him the way they're both so used it. another part, though—a much stronger part—is too hurt to hurt him; too sad that her bear would take violence and cruelty over the kindness of others because he'd never been taught how.

she looks at him with a broken furrow between her brow—a bitter smile on her lips. her voice is watery as she starts, "i never asked you for any of that. you offered, and i accepted. and my sincerest fucking apologies for being a human, with emotions." she scoffs, let's out her own humorless laugh. she bites her lips to try and stop the river of tears at bay, looks to the side so he won't notice as a tear slips down her red cheek.

carmen exhales a long breath—he went too far. "cub—"

she lifts a dismissive hand, "no, y'know what? it's fine," she sniffs harshly, rubs underneath her eyes to stop the stray tears from slipping. "i'm— i'm gonna give you some space," she utters, turning to find her purse and coat. carmy watches her gathering her things uselessly, stuck. "seems like y'could use it."

she doesn't look back at him as she rushes to the door, and only stops when she feels a large paw grazing the exposed skin of her back.

"y/n," he whispers, wavering, unsure.

she brushes his hand from her figure.

"i'll be at your house," she mumbles, and slips out of the door.

when it slams shut, carmy can't help the chocked sob that works its way up his sore throat. he stumbles backward, trips over his feet and crumbles to his knees. he curls into himself (like the boy in his mind, tucked safely in the corner), wraps his aching arms around his bent legs a cries like the crybaby he'd just accused his girlfriend of being.

his sweet cub.

god, he fucked up. they fight, so much—too much. he knows her mannerisms, has studied the inclinations of her sadness, frustration, irritation, and anger. he can't ever recall being faced with her disappointment, however, her utter hurt.

he fucked up, bad. but he's gonna fix it (has to, or the boy in the corner will never stop shaking with fear, sobbing, wailing—waiting for his protector to return with his cub).

——

it's late when carmen gets home. their home, not his (couldn't call it his, was never his when she's the one who made his house a home). he walks through the door of their penthouse with his hands full—his duffle bag, a bag of take out (from the three michelin star joint down on 39th), a heart-box of chocolates, and a large bouquet of flowers—and his tail tucked between his wobbly legs.

he places her gifts on the kitchen counter when he walks by in passing, groaning in relief as weight is lifted away from his body (he got beat the shit out of—had to if he fuckin' lost).

he walks into their bedroom as quietly as he can, softly kicking the door shut behind him. in their king-sized bed lay his sweet cub, curled up beneath the blankets—chin tucked and knees pulled to her chest—in a baby pink nightie and matching bonnet. he watches the subtle rise and fall of her back, smile fondly.

he shuffles to the foot of the bed and sets his duffle there, then moves around to her side, kneeling before his sleeping beauty.

"cub," he whispers, feather light as he presses stray baby hairs peaking through the band of her bonnet back underneath. "wake up f'me, baby, 've got some grovelin' t'do."

she groans groggily into the sheets as she starts to come to, stretches out like a cat as her tear-clumped, heavy eyes peel open.

"hey, sweet cub," he murmurs. she eyes him blankly through fluttery lashes.

he deserves that.

"i'm sorry, my girl," he sighs heavily, beginning to pet at her blotchy cheek. "i didn't mean it, fuckin' any of it. you don't bitch at me, y'never ask too much of me," he brings his free hand up to cradle her pretty face as tears begin to well in her eyes. "this is your house, your home. my money is yours, more than it's mine—fuckin' spend it all, cub, i don't care," the both huff out a short laugh, his fond, hers snotty. "y'not a crybaby, you're my baby—my girl, my sweet fuckin' cub, and i'm so goddamn sorry i said those things to you, baby."

she sniffles, curls her fingers around his wrists to keep him close. "y'mean it?"

his lips twitch up in a gentle smile, "i mean it, cub; m'so fuckin' sorry, sweetheart."

"good."

she pulls him in by her grip on his wrists, mouth pressing to his.

safe to say he's forgiven (he carries her out to the kitchen—arms clasped around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist—and presents her gifts to her for good measure, though. sits her in his lap and feeds her yummy pasta and chocolate with a glass of sangria, one of her go-to drinks, to see that giddy smile.

then eats her out of the kitchen counter, too).

——

a/n: how to make the writing process go faster no glue no borax

not edited/proofread!!

[bananielle]

having to be very quiet while with leehan in your room because you don’t wanna get caught… he was acting all cute and innocent like a puppy when he greeted your parents before going up to your room.. but the second the door to your room is closed shut & locked, it’s like he has put down that cute and bubbly mask down in a split second…

omg nonnie...this is so yummy <3

leehan is on his very best behaviour in front of your parents. he's so sweet and lovely and polite, always saying the right things. being a cute, giggly mess, promising them that he's always taking such good care of you. little did you know that he was referring to a completely different kind of care that you and your parents were thinking of.

as soon as the door closes behind him his pretty hands are all over you. he cups your face and kisses you deeply, wasting no time in letting his tongue tangle with yours. his hands roam all over your body, pulling you closer to him until it practically hurts. he's grabbing your ass and tits, sucking on your bottom lip, biting the sweet spot on your neck...anything to elicit filthy moans from you. he wants to see you fail to be quiet as he touches you.

the moment you both break apart for air, leehan would be speaking to you softly but lowly, with that pretty deep voice of his (i hate him). "need you to be quiet for me, pretty. don't want your parents to find out how good i'm taking care of you, do we?" leehan is always sweet and loving, but in these situations he finds so much pleasure in being a tease and seeing you struggle. he'd spend the rest of the night between your legs with a sickly sweet smirk on his face as threatens to deny your orgasm if you moan too loudly.

once he's done eating you out like his life depended on it, he's fucking you into oblivion. his body is pressed right against yours, one hand over your mouth as he coos and giggles at your inability to keep quiet. "shh, pretty. don't you want to cum?"

[saetiate]

hi cora!! if you have any thoughts to add to karasu taking a liking to you wearing loafers, i would be most glad to hear them… 🫣 otherwise please feel free to ignore this ask!! wishing you a pleasant day, friend! 💖💖

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hi lovely!! i just think karasu fits with a bit of a good girl reader sooo well (he can fit w other types of ppl too but that’s for another post)

i do think he has a little bit of a corruption situation too but not in the same way as oliver at all also he genuinely feels bad about it

like you’re ordering a drink from a cafe and the barista says something that makes you giggle and he’s like awh you’re so cute. and at the same time he’s also like god i wanna have her over the counter. and then he catches himself thinking it and he’s like what the fuck internally to himself LMAOO you’re just being you and his mind is spinning bc he wants to treat u right but also everything else

he’d treat you so right tho like i imagine your first time w him is like. he’s always checking your reactions the whole time. asking if you’re okay. making sure you’re not hurt and it’s not too much like he’s so considerate and careful because he wants this to be good for you i think bc of this it also takes a bit of getting to know each other before he starts to show how much of a freak he really is LMAO LIKE he’s a little afraid to show you. like he's tryna hide so bad that he wants to make you come over and over again in succession with just his mouth. not just because it might be intense for you but also because you'll see how insane it gets him when you look at him and how badly he needs it like he does not think he'll be able to hide how he feels once it's happening.

takes a little coaxing. like a session that’s more intense than usual and he’s apologizing and you have to tell him it’s okay and that he can keep going. or bringing it up to him upright that u wanna try something. then you start getting into like real kink sex with him with overstimulation and denial and bondage. he is KING of aftercare though like always making sure you’re okay, if you need anything, preparing water and food and creams to ease any pain or abrasions and helping you in the shower/bath

yeah veryyyy considerate man with his good girl just tryna do right by you

[blueberrybeomgyu]

not much but oral fixation nd eager to please puppy sub jaehyun with lots of praise

NONNIE WYM NOT MUCH THIS IS GREAT THIS IS EVERYTHING!!! okay sorry my thoughts are so jumbled anything jaehyun related and ive lost all coherency BUT let me get Serious.

puppy hybrid jaehyun with the biggest oral fix, needs his mouth around something at all times and toys help a little, but more than anything, he wants to taste/smell your skin, so he often comes to you for help!! he just needs something to put his mouth on, your fingers, your chest, your cunt (or cock 🤷‍♀️!!!) like he wants it in his mouth at all times

service top!jaehyun who's trying so hard to fuck you right, even if he's past his second orgasm and shaking from the overstim, he doesn't wanna stop until you're satisfied, hips snapping into you while he's whimpering and drooling in your neck, begging you to cum and he's absolutely a babbler, whining out a jumbled mess of words

even insults spur him on, causing him to double his efforts, but he lovessssss praise, it's the best way to motivate him to keep going, he just wants to be your good boy!! he gets off on your praises alone, calling him beautiful and perfect, your special boy, oh he's dizzy!!

[dollfacedb1tch]

tag a few moots and assign them and yourself an idol duo ⭐️

OMG THIS WAS IN MY INBOX AND I WAS GETTING ALL SAD BC I THOUGHT I DIDN'T GET ITTT !!

so here's few : ( sorry if you didn't wanna be tagged ! ;-; )

@wonysmiu ⠀⠀ @lvioung ⠀ @hourlyhoon

@florichae ⠀ @chaeryeos @sooyaafluers

@sxgarhan ⠀ @dolliewonyied @ririicherry

😞+ manyyy other moots i didn't have the courage tagging lololollll

[moyazaika]

i would love to know random facts about ur ocs 😭 like what are their pet peeves, hated foods, what cologne do they like, do they prefer coffee or tea, what music do they listen to. it's little things like that that i like learning about bc it kinda brings them more to life in my eyes! love u hope ur doing well

woowww this is so cute and im so sad it got buried in my asks,, :( i'll talk about each of the pointers u mentioned with the oc i think it's most relevant to! hopefully soon i can sit down and revisit more of them in greater depth <3

kenny's pet peeve is privacy. working in security like he does, some aspects of his career bleed into his personal life with you; especially the surveillance. he wouldn't run the company if he didn't believe in its philosophy and importance. he genuinely doesn't understand why you would need to be apart from him/hide something for the sake of "privacy" if you really loved him like you say you do + it's sweet that you think he can take that risk with you, but at a certain point it's irritating him if it's something you really value and insist on, and at some point he makes it veeery clear that either you learn to live with it how it is now lest you push him to take a step even further :) whatever that means, don't ask! - unless you wanna find out that bad :)

valentine hates rice. and it's got nothing to do with the way it tastes. it just reminds him so much of his childhood, where his elder brother would fuck up and he'd have to take the blame for it, since nobody believed his word. he was never very attached to his family members, (resented his brother, michael) but the association of them with the food... the feeling of millions of individual uncooked grains of rice excruciatingly digging into his skin when his parents told him to sit on his knees and think about what he'd done... he can't stomach it now. passes it up even when you set a plate down in front of him, saying he'd rather save more for you but never telling you why he can't even quite manage to look at it.

h.. harper smells like,, d... dior sauvage... he doesn't know about the haha funny toxic manipulator thing,, he only got it 'cus he wanted to look expensive,,, thought it would impress you.... who's gonna tell him... (within a certain radius of harper the air quality drastically drops and the breathable air to sauvage ratio is a 1:99 at best)

dean prefers coffee. black. likes a little sugar, too, if you know what i'm sayin ;) it's less about balancing out the bitterness than it is the joy of dropping in the little cubes and watching them dissolve. :33

feroze listens to rock & metal. but it's a little more complex than that... he loves songs where the singer's voice gives way to a long instrumental, whether that's a guitar solo or something more traditional. he loves when lyrics are so emotional and raw that the only right way the musician discerns they should be delivered to the listener is by screaming them or whispering them or chanting them like a prayer. anything provocative and (paradoxically) comforting at the same time - the very epitome of art being made to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed. won't ever say it, but he likes showing off how unique his music taste is (though a careful listener might see the pattern within the endless music is always you). feroze could genuinely spend hours merely going through and quietly enjoying the songs on his 99999+ messy and unorganised playlists with you if you'd like to listen <3 has hundreds dedicated to you as well <33

[osarina]

did pm executive reader and dazai ever experience a pregnancy scare

oh you bet they did LMAOOOOOO those two have no idea what protection is

[tonycries]

Daddy I haven't gotten my period this month 😨 (I'm scared)

(Also can I be 🫀 anon? If it's not taken 😩)

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

HAPPY DEMISEXUAL DAY!!!

YIPPEE :DDDDDDD

[larsgoingtomars]

🦊 tbh

Ooh?

Im so curious as to who this is

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

Ppl: Omg play reverse: 1999 it’s so good!!!

Me: no I don’t want t-

*Sees Tennat and that one biker dude with a scar on his face*

Me now: FUCK YEAH I WILL THEHSHSJSWJWBHEEH THEEHEHEHHE

its so joever for you nonnie, you got swayed by the con artist lesbian and the blacksmith himbo biker <33

[ot9snumber1]

bunny!hybrid nayeon in heat and needs g!p reader to breed her all night :<

cw: bratty ny, overstimulation

you don't even know how you got into this situation.

okay, maybe you did.

truthfully, you'd been a little caught up in work—enough for your bunny to start pouting every time you said you couldn't smother her with love and affection.

and maybe you'd forgotten that her heat cycle was going to start anytime soon.

"hi, bunny." you greet when you find her on the couch, grumpy and crossing her arms. it was normal nowadays, you felt bad, of course. you kiss her forehead and hold her face between your hands, telling her how sorry you are for being busy and that you've already requested for a weekend off. (but you're not really sure ms. myoui was going to take 'bonding with my pet' as a valid excuse)

she huffs, turning away from you.

where had you gone wrong?

—

"ah-ah, bunny!" you yelp, your wrists tugging on the restraints as nayeon continued riding your dick even after you've came in her at least four times already. "stop doing that, your wrists are gonna hurt." she scolds, not breaking her rhythm.

you're already overstimulated and you feel like one more orgasm from either of you was gonna make you ascend into the heaven.

"bunny—please, just o-one more, okay?"

nayeon shakes her head, her bunny ears folding back as your cock finally hits that spot.

"no! you haven't had time for me for nearly a month!" she says, her voice somehow not broken up by her loud moans. that was something you always admired about your bunny—if she had something to say, she's saying it.

"i'm sorry, i-i swear i—fuck!" you wince, coming in her once again. nayeon sighs in pleasure as she feels your warmth fill her up.

but it's still not enough. she needs more, more, more.

"we're not stoppin' 'til i pass out."

you whine at that, there was no way you'd make it out of this bed until her heat was over. your boss was gonna kill you, that's for sure.

[sakasakiii]

hi!!! how long does an average panel of one of your comics take??

i love your work so much!! it got me into silmblr hehe

HI NONNIE!!! thank u sooooso much for checking in and for ur lovely ask! it means a lot to hear that my silly ol scribbles were what introduced u to the glorious landscape that is the tolkien fandom! on tumblr no less!! i hope you stay a real long time, and have a blast while you're at it 💖💖

now onto your question! that's some good food for thought uhhhh i can try to estimate?? its been a while but i shld have some rough ideas abt each that i can share! the time frame each comic/panel takes is highly dependent on WHAT kind of comic it is. i hv two kinds of comics I usually do: 1) full-length, and 2) goofy/4koma.

i have a few full-length comics laying about in my archive, but my most recent one/best example is Ghosts which was around uh.... 7 pages excluding the bonus panels! in terms of the process, i usually divide it into 5 stages:

Drafting: this is either the fastest stage OR the slowest depending entirely whether i know what im doing LMAO,, if i have a set idea for what i want to happen, i might get drafts done in a few hours, but if i flounder, it can take a few days 🤔

Lineart: relatively simple enough once i hv the draft down, so id say anything ranging from an hour to half a day if theres nothing else going on irl

Block colouring (main actors): there are DEFINITELY easier and more professional ways to do this with mass-selection and the lasso fill/bucket tool, but idk how to do that on SAI (my art program) so i colour everything by hand HAHA which makes the process longer.... half a day to a day?

Shading: THE WORST!!! definintely my least favourite bc i find it tedious due to all the details/prettification of elves that i am legally obliged to pour into this stage 😭😭 as a result, it can take days!!!

Background + Lighting + Final Rendering: similar to the previous stage haha it just depends on how much effort i wanna put into the final product looking nice. roughly a few days? it kind of meshes with stage 4 anyways haha

just for fun, i hope this process gif for page 6 can illustrate that 👇

these are just rough estimates, bc all in all, the time it takes so finish a page is really dependent on how free I am hahaha. Also, I usually work on full-length comics like Ghost which have more than one page all at once, which means I drafted all 7 pages at once, then did the lineart for all 7 pages at once, coloured at once, shaded rendered bla bla bla 😚 iirc, i think it took me 11 days in total to finish Ghosts before the end of June last year!

For goofy/4-koma, its usually just one page with less detailed/more cartoonish/chibi character styles so it takes a day or two days at most! again, it all boils down to how free i am hehe

YEAH SORRY THIS ENDED UP BEING AN INFO DUMP but thank you so much again for asking and letting me ramble! <3 i ended up having a lot of fun looking back on my drafts n thinking back on my processes.... theres defininitely room for improvement, but thats another worry for another day heheh 😎