#not used to painting/rendering so this was practice

[0ctosquid-cd]

a little late but, made this as a celebration of the 14th anniversary of SATBK!

[hinamie]

for @cherryys who (rightfully!) hcs lategame megumi as having a bunch of scars befitting his status as resident punching bag

[mazken]

brush test slash rendering practice with ayem

[belligerentbagel]

suffuse

[averlym]

no one would notice if i ever vanished // if bodies could sustain // this never-ending army // like blood pumping through a vein

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:OOO hello. anyway since these are all posters i'd have in an ideal world or smth and i'd like to store the high res versions somewhere,,, here's the google drive folder for them? hehe ''

close up!

[cold-neon-ocean]

why did love put a gun in my hand?  was it for redemption, was it for revenge? was it for the thrill of pushing my hope to the edge?

[rak-radial]

Oc Au where everyone has cool tattoos

[randompajamadraws]

i forgot what it feel like to draw digitally i love this so much

idk time spent oops! forgor to measure but it was like at least an hour or two

just sketches and concepts of an oc for an smp im gonna be playing soon :33

[send-me-a-puffalope]

i swear every time i open krita i have to relearn how to draw. one of these days im gonna figure out a style that i like and use it. consistently

[maydays-medbay]

Some shading practice with Halcyon and Paradigm! I'm really digging this style, and I'm definitely learning a lot about the different layer types and what they can do to create these more interesting and dynamic shaded works! Overlay layers are my prized children in these. Mmm, the way they can really sell a glow is so nice.

[pinksilvace]

Wish we could have seen more of what happened in the human realm :(

[skitskatdacat63]

Some coloring practice w my ocs :)

Though I must say, I always really just like the lineart the way it is, I guess they're perfect just the way they are

[vetyr]

hi, i ireally love your work and i don't know if you've answered this before but, what kinds of studies do you do or how did you learn color theory? i wanna get better at rendering and anatomy but im having trouble TT TT

Hi! Long answer alert. Once a chatterbox, always a chatterbox.

When I started actively learning how to draw about 10 1/2 years ago, I exclusively did graphite studies in sketchbooks. Here's a few examples��I mostly stuck to doing line drawings to drill basic shapes/contours and proportions into my brain. The more rendered sketches helped me practice edge control & basic values, and they were REALLY good for learning the actual 3D structure behind what I was drawing.

I'd use reference images that I grabbed from fitness forums, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest, and some NSFW places, but you could find adequate ref material from figure drawing sites like Line of Action. LoA has refs for people (you can filter by clothed/unclothed, age, & gender), animals, expressions, hands/feet, and a few other useful things as well. Love them.

Learning how to render digitally was a similar story; it helped a lot that I had a pretty strong foundation for value/anatomy going in. I basically didn't touch color at all for ~2 years (except for a few attempts at bad digital or acrylic paint studies), which may not have been the best idea. I learned color from a lot of trial and error, honestly, and I'm pretty sure this process involved a lot of imitation—there were a number of digital/traditional painters whose styles I really wanted to emulate (notably their edge control, color choices, value distributions, and shape design), so I kiiind of did a mixture of that + my own experimentation.

For example, I really found Benjamin Björklund's style appealing, especially his softened/lost edges & vibrant pops of saturated color, so here's a study I did from some photograph that I'm *pretty* sure was painted with him in mind.

Learning how to detail was definitely a slow process, and like all the aforementioned things (anatomy/color/edge control/values/etc.) I'm still figuring it out. Focusing on edge control first (that is, deciding on where to place hard/soft edges for emphasizing/de-emphasizing certain areas of the image) is super useful, because you can honestly fool a viewer into thinking there's more detail in a piece than there actually is if you're very economical about where you place your hard edges.

The most important part, to me, is probably just doing this stuff over and over again. You're likely not going to see improvement in a few weeks or even a few months, so don't fret about not getting the exact results you want and just keep studying + making art. I like to think about learning art as a process where you *need* to fail and make crappy art/studies—there's literally no way around it—so you might as well fail right now. See, by making bad art you're actually moving forward—isn't that a fun prospect!!

It's useful to have a folder with art you admire, especially if you can dissect the pieces and understand why you like them so much. You can study those aspects (like, you can redraw or repaint that person's work) and break down whether this is art that you just like to look at, or if it's the kind of art that you want to *make.* There's a LOT of art out there that I love looking at, probably tens of thousands of styles/mediums, but there's a very narrow range that I want to make myself.

I've mentioned it in some ask reply in the past, but I really do think looking at other artist's work is such a cheat code for improving your own skills—the other artist does the work to filter reality/ideas for you, and this sort of allows you to contact the subject matter more directly. I can think of so many examples where an artist I admired exaggerated, like, the way sunlight rested on a face and created that orange fringe around its edge, or the greys/dull blues in a wheat field, or the bright indigo in a cast shadow, or the red along the outside of a person's eye, and it just clicked for me that this was a very available & observable aspect of reality, which had up until that point gone completely unnoticed! If you're really perceptive about the art you look at, it's shocking how much it can teach you about how to see the world (in this particular case I mean this literally, in that the art I looked at fully changed the way I visually processed the world, but of course it has had a strong effect on my worldviews/relationships/beliefs).

Thanks so much for sending in a question (& for reading, if you got this far)! I read every single ask I receive, including the kind words & compliments, which I genuinely always appreciate. Best of luck with learning, my friend :)

[nina-ya]

Synopsis: Mihawk lets you wrap him up and you decide to have your fun with him- that is, until he breaks free and flips the script on you. Pairing: Mihawk x AFAB reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, bondage (both reader and mihawk receiving), oral (reader giving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie (wrap it up!), reader being a tease • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

Mihawk looked as though he would rather face a thousand marines in battle than endure the position you had put him in now. Bound in silken ribbons of pale pink, they crisscrossed over the sculpted ridges of his chest, hugging the lines of his abdomen, wrapping around his arms and neatly pinning them behind his back, and secured by an artful bow that sat proudly against his spine. The greatest swordsman had been turned into nothing more than a decadent present awaiting its unwrapping. 

His golden eyes bore into yours with a simmering blend of what you could make out to be irritation and reluctant indulgence. The faint flush painting his cheekbones betrayed more than likely intended.

“You realize how ridiculous this is,” he said, voice a low, gravely murmur. “I’m only tolerating this so you’ll cease badgering me about it.”

Your posture was relaxed but your gaze was anything but as you took in the sight. There was something delicious about seeing the Dracule Mihawk stripped of his usual authority, rendered vulnerable by ribbons and your own whims. 

Your lips curved into a languid smile that only made him clench his jaw further. “Ridiculous?” you mused, stepping forward with an elegance that drew his gaze despite himself. “I think you look rather festive. Like a gift meant to be cherished and unwrapped slowly. Carefully. Thoroughly.”

You paced around the chair he was sitting in, the soft patter of your footsteps against the floorboards echoing in the space. The outfit you were wearing left practically nothing to the imagination which certainly didn’t help the situation. Your featherlight fingers traced the silken ribbon stretched taut across his chest, letting your touch linger a little longer than necessary. His breath hitched- not much, but enough for you to notice. 

“Careful,” he warned, his tone dripping with restraint. “You’re treading on dangerous ground.”

“Oh, the only danger here,” you purred, stopping just behind him and bending your head so that your lips ghost against the shell of his ear, “is how much I’m going to enjoy this.”

His head tilted slightly, as though daring you to make good on your threat. A flicker of something dark and wanting- perhaps desire- flashed in his eyes, though he said nothing, His silence was telling, though; the predator now played prey, bound but not broken. Not yet. 

You stepped back in front of him sinking to your knees, the movement enough to make his brow lift faintly in question. In front of you was a beautiful display: his cock hard, the tip red and angry as pearlescent beads of precum dripping from him. The sight alone was enough to make your mouth water.

You didn’t hesitate wrapping your hand around the thick base giving an experimental stroke, marveling at the way he twitched in your grasp. Before he could think too long, you took him into your mouth, the salty tang of him flooding your senses as you moaned around his length. He inhaled sharply, his control slipping as your tongue swirled over the sensitive tip. His hips jerked instinctively though it was no use against the ribbons. 

Your hand stroked the base of his cock in tandem with the bob of your head, spit glistening as it pooled at the corners of your lips. The sounds that filled the room were nothing short of obscene as you worked him thoroughly. Mihawk’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling in uneven intervals as he fought to maintain control. 

“Damn it,” he growled, wrists flexing against the silk bindings. His hips bucked up into your mouth once more, desperate for more, but you pulled back, letting his cock slip from your lips with a wet pop. 

A thin string of saliva connected you to him, only breaking once you leaned back, your hand still stroking him slowly and lazily. “Ah ah,” you chided, a wicked smile playing on your lips. “Don’t you dare try to take charge.”

His eyes darkened, the molten gold now blazing as he looked at you, chest heaving as a result of your actions. But he didn’t dare say a word. 

Satisfied with his silence, you leaned back in, dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock, savoring the way it bounced slightly as it twitched. You took him back into your mouth, your lips stretching to accommodate as you pushed him in deeper, swallowing around him until he hit the back of your throat, earning a gag from you. 

Mihawk cursed softly under his breath and the sound sent a thrill through you. His muscles tensed as you pulled back, tongue tracing every ridge, every vein. You continued your assault, alternating between slow teasing licks and deep, throat-stretching plunges that left him gasping. His composure cracked further with each pass of your tongue, any semblance of control he had left slipping away as the ribbons around his wrists creaked under the strain of his efforts to break free. 

Just when you felt him begin to pulse against your tongue, his breaths coming in faster as he crept closer and closer to that release he oh so desired, you pulled away entirely, your hand falling still at the base of his cock. He let out a half-groan, half-whine, the frustration palpable as you licked your lips and savored the taste of him lingering on your tongue. 

“Not yet,” you murmured, rising and straddling his lap. His cock pressed against your slick folds, the warmth of him brushing against you as you rolled your hips teasingly. His eyes couldn’t decide where to look as they darted from your face, to your chest, to where his length disappeared between your thighs. 

“Do you think it’s about time you release me?” he huffed out, eyes glamping with frustration and unrestrained desire. 

You smirked, leaning in and capturing his lips in a deep kiss before pulling back. “Hmm. Release you. Do you mean like… this?” 

One of your hands snaked around his back to the bow that held the ribbons all together. You kept eye contact with him as you undid the bindings one pull at a time, not moving too fast as you didn’t plan on releasing him quite yet. You were too busy reveling in the way his muscles flexed beneath your touch, that you didn’t notice that you freed the restraint just a bit too far, and with a single jerk, he snapped free of the remaining bindings, his hands flying to your waist as he stood up in one fluid motion, lifting you effortlessly. 

A yelp escaped your lips and the world shifted in a blur as Mihawk tossed you onto the bed, your back hitting the soft mattress with a bounce. Before you could even comprehend what just happened, he was on you, his movements quick and intense. His lips claimed yours in a searing kiss that made your head spin, his tongue sweeping past your parted lips to tangle with yours, demanding and all-consuming. 

His body pressed you into the bed, every inch of his frame pinning you down as if reminding you just how easily he could overpower you. One hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, the other ghosted down your side, setting your nerves alight with every brush of his calloused fingertips. 

You felt his grip shift, his hand sliding to your wrist as he guided your arm above your head. His kiss trailed away from your lips, his breath hot against your jawline as he murmured, “Have you had your fun?” The rhetorical question slipped past his lips, the rich timbre of his voice making your pulse race.

It wasn’t until you felt the soft silk of the ribbon wrap around your wrist that realization dawned. He drew back just enough to meet your gaze, his golden eyes smoldering with intent. Your breath hitched as he secured the ribbon to the bedpost and he captured your other wrist, binding it alongside the first. 

“You look perfect like this,” he said, leaning back to admire his handiwork as his gaze raked over your now bound form hungrily. 

Before you could muster a response, he leaned down, his lips finding the curve of your neck. His teeth scraped against the skin, drawing a gasp from your lips that turned into a moan as he bit down just enough to leave behind a mark. Your body arched against him as he licked over the stinging mark in a half-baked attempt to soothe it. 

His hands roamed over you with a purpose, his fingers tracing every curve and dip as though memorizing you anew. His hand found your chest as his thumb brushed over the hardened nipple before tugging aside the thin fabric to bare you to his hungry gaze. His mouth followed soon after, his tongue swirling over the sensitive peak before sucking it into his mouth. 

You gasped out his name, the sound a mixture of desperation and delight as he lavished attention on your chest, his free hand sliding down to grip your thigh. 

He spread your legs effortlessly, his fingers quickly finding that slick heat between your thighs.  A low growl rumbled in his chest as he felt how ready you were for him. “So wet already,” he murmured, his assault on your chest stopping momentarily to brush his lips against your collarbone. He easily slid a finger inside of you, then immediately another, curling the digits in a way that had you crying out. 

Your hips bucked against his hand in an attempt to seek more, and he obliged as he pumped his fingers inside of you once, twice, thrice, before he withdrew, his absence leaving you aching with need. Before you could voice your frustration, he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against you. He thrust in shallowly at first, drawing a whine of protest from you before he finally relented and sunk inside, stretching you out with every inch. Your walls clenched around him as he bottomed out, the air filled with shared sighs at the feeling. 

“You feel incredible,” he said, voice thick with desire as he pulled back, only to thrust back in with a force that jolted your body towards the headboard. He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving deeper, harder, his body pressing you into the mattress as he took you without restraint. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you. 

You writhed beneath him, your body arching as he leaned down to claim your mouth again, the kiss as intense as the way his cock bullied your insides. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, pulling a moan from your throat as one of his hands slid down to your legs, hiking it up as he drove into you at a new angle that had you seeing stars. 

His mouth left a trail of bites and kisses down your neck, leaving behind deep red marks for everyone to see. The heat coiled tighter in your core as he inched you closer and closer to that blissful edge. His cock hit all the right spots, each thrust dragging against your inner walls in a way that left you trembling beneath him. 

“Mihawk, please,” you whimpered, your wrists straining against the bindings as your body begged for release. 

“Not yet,” he growled, one of his hands sliding down to where your bodies met, his thumb finding your swollen clit and circling it with devastating precision, sending you spiraling and your vision blurring as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. 

A broken, desperate, string of pleads tumbled out of your lips, the needy sounds and the way you look so utterly wrecked making it hard for Mihawk himself to hold back. He cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering, huffing out as he finally gave you the go-ahead to let go. And when you finally did, it was with a force that left you shattered, legs shooting out as your thighs quaked violently, a sound caught between a gasp and a cry ripping from the depths of your throat. Your hole convulsed around him as you gushed all over his cock, a creamy ring of his efforts left at the base of his cock.

He followed soon after, his thrusts growing erratic as he captured your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. Abdomen tensing, he finally buried himself to the hilt, spilling warm ropes of cum inside of you with each pulse of his length. He rode out his release through deep groans of your name, bruising grips on your hips and shallow thrusts until he eventually stopped completely. 

Your chests rose and fell rapidly as the tremors of your highs subsided, and his lips planted kisses along your lips, jaw, and temple, before murmuring against your skin, “I think you should enjoy this present a little longer.” and with another roll of his hips, it became clear that you were in for a long night. 

[eintausendschoen]

"Nothing."

— for madnurse on AO3, inspired by chapter 6 of "600 deserved strikes" (<- fic rec for the stout of heart) || full edited render of this lineart/sketch

Poseidon's design is neal-illustrator's as referenced in the fic.

"Poseidon’s eyes burned with a terrible, unfathomable light. For a moment, the god said nothing, letting the answer hang in the waterlogged silence. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he spread his arms. The gesture was alien, almost human, and it struck Odysseus harder than any blow. It was an offering, an embrace. Odysseus froze, disbelief flickering across his hollowed features. Was this a trick? A final test? ..."

👀 details below 👀

This is the first full render of anything I've done for near three years, and keeping it black and white was enough for practice. I tried colour, but it wouldn't convey the atmo as well.

Part of my resolutions for 2025 is to get back into shape again. Haven't had as much joy painting since the Cyclops Saga aired and gigi's and mircsy's stunning animatics dislodged a real old bottlecap on my joy of the arts. Being part of this fandom brought a huge breath of fresh air to a house full of grief and stale air.

So, ... thank you, the fan creators in the fandom, for your tireless work and passion and your tremendous loveliness.

💙 Happy new 2025 ✨🙇‍♀️🙏

Bonus for realness, folks, because my painting process is usually smth like this: As long as there's an angry Klingon in there, I AIN'T FINISHED. And yeah - CLIP Studio on my phone, that's all atm, I use pretty much the vanilla brushes and edit for contrast in another app after exporting - so the stuff is probs not very printable aside A6, but maybe in the future I'll do larger formats.

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Steve Harrington x Reader • Includes oral (f receiving) unprotected p in v sex • Utter fucking filth :) Wrote this because I’m so goddamn tired of Summer/the heat, and Steve Harrington raw dogging me on a cool kitchen floor would make it all better… 😆

Tagging @thosefuzzywordfeelings 💕

Steve nestles his cheek against your inner thigh. Sweat slicks your skin and his; it’s mid Summer, hot as fuck. Every room in the house is miserably hot, except for the kitchen, with its cold, tiled floor. It’s so hot that going out didn’t sound fun at all when you and Steve were deciding what to do with your evening. But fucking around on the kitchen floor in nothing but your underwear? That seemed like a perfect way to spend the night…

The cold, smooth tile feels refreshing against your back. You hum softly, stroking Steve’s hair as he rests against your thigh. He’s watching the sweat drip down your skin, the way it catches in the curve where your pussy meets your thigh.

He feels himself getting hard, but Steve decides that can wait. For now, all he wants to do is rest here, watching your pussy glisten in the heat of the afternoon, your scent stronger than ever and so close to his tongue he can practically taste you.

Steve’s tempted to bury his face in your cunt right now, but he holds back, drawing out the moment, building the tension in both your bodies. He blows a cool stream of air against your lips, watching them pucker in response. The air carries your scent back to Steve and he closes his eyes, savoring you.

His self control is faltering; he won’t be able to resist tasting you much longer. As if teasing him for his lack of restraint, you playfully wiggle your cunt in Steve’s face. If you can smell yourself, you know he can. And you know it’s making him crazy.

He gives your other thigh a playful swat, his big paw of a hand putting you in your place: “patience, honey-wanna take my time down here-,” he chides. His hands on you always get you riled up; you like it when Steve uses a little force. You roll your hips again, curving your pussy into Steve’s face, bumping the tip of his nose. His heart practically stops; you’re fucking destroying him. He’s so hard it hurts, the scent of you filling his nose and painting his lungs, a slippery string of your arousal clinging from the end of his nose to your cunt.

He can’t wipe it away, can’t bring himself to, no matter how long he’s trying to wait, trying to stretch this moment. He’d make it last forever, if he could. If Steve had to choose a place to die, it would be right here, in the soft bed of your thighs, surrounded by your most intimate scent, the warmth of your skin against his cheek.

He spanks you again, your pussy this time instead of your thigh. You gasp, a little giggle squeaking out of you at the same time. Your lips flutter in the wake of Steve’s palm, a soft vibration humming through your lower body, electric and warm. Steve’s teeth catch the supple flesh on your inner thigh; he nuzzles his nose into the bite marks he leaves, spreading the string of slick over your skin. His tongue accidentally catches it, rendering Steve defenseless. As the creamy musk of you sinks over his tastebuds, he loses all willpower and restraint.

Steve slides his hands under your ass, tugging you forward so your cunt is pressed against his lips and nose. You choke back a sob as Steve eats you, wet smacking sounds coming from where he’s sucking your juices, his head bobbing as he ruts between your thighs.

Steve’s groaning as loud as you are, filthy, shameless sounds of absolute gluttony, gulping at your release like it’s the only thing that can sustain him. The salt of your sweat mixed with the musk of your cunt is driving him beyond the point of being turned on; Steve’s coming in his boxers before he even realizes it. His hips start bucking as a wet patch of semen darkens the cotton over his crotch.

You watch Steve’s boxers fill up with cum, knowing that your cunt in his mouth is the reason he came without even being touched. It’s so fucking hot, such an ego trip for you, that you feel a surge of confidence and want to dominate Steve even more. You take a handful of his hair and hold him in place, swing a leg over his shoulder till he’s laying flat, with you straddling his face. Steve’s hands immediately find your ass again, groping the plump mounds of fat where your thighs and ass meet (his favorite place in the world) and he’s sucking your lips between his, while you grind your clit against the bridge of his nose.

You extend a hand behind you and place it on Steve’s crotch, feeling the gooey wet patch of semen spread inside his boxers. As you continue to hump Steve’s face, you bring your fingertips to your lips and suck his cum off of them. He watches you spread his semen on your tongue, the way you extend the soft pink pad and let him see, before swallowing it. Steve swears he could come again, just from watching you act like this. Something about the heat has turned you both into animals, acting on your most carnal desires.

Arousal pools in the contours of your body, trickling down your ass to the tile floor. Steve’s tongue finds every drop, pressing his hands against the backs of your thighs, bending your knees into your chest as he eats you. Your pussy is on fire, a beautiful burn that radiates to your center, a twisting spasm that catches you by surprise and unwinds through your body in waves. Your knees seize inward, fingers clutching onto Steve’s hair to keep yourself grounded. Your pussy trembles in his mouth, slippery cum spilling between his lips.

The puddle under your ass squelches as you twist on the floor, slathering the cold tile with your cum. Steve is hard again, his stiff cock dragging across your stomach as he crawls over your body. His mouth finds yours in a deep, wet kiss that’s all tongue and tastes like your pussy. He flips you over, one hand on your shoulder and the other gripping your hair, locking your body between his thighs as he mounts you.

You’re folded into a mating press, your breasts squished to your knees, Steve’s big hands cupping your ass as he sinks inside you. Your cunt swallows Steve whole in one slow, deep thrust. He growls inside your mouth, an open kiss connecting your lips, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair. You clutch at his shoulders, your fingers pressing into the contours of the firm muscles along Steve’s upper back. He rests his forehead against the puffy swell of your breasts squished together, rocking his full weight into yours, pinning you to the floor like conquered prey.

The sound of Steve’s heavy balls slapping your ass is deliciously sinful, a wet, thick sound that reminds you both how much cum he still has left to give you. Steve moves his hands up your body till his palms are pressed against the floor beside your head. You feel him tense, watch the muscles in his chest contract, hear the pretty, desperate grunts Steve makes as he begins to come. You seize on his moment of weakness, throwing all your strength into flipping Steve over. He’s on his back now, with you bouncing on his cock and absolutely ruining Steve in the most glorious way possible.

You drink in the subtle beauty of Steve’s features, each of them like brushstrokes made by an artist’s hand. His eyelids are heavy, half-concealing sleepy hazel eyes, his forehead wet with sweat and lined with concentration. The tip of his strong nose glistens with your sex still coating it, dripping down to pouty, kiss-bitten lips, rosy pink and slack as he surrenders fully to your control.

Closing your hand lightly over Steve’s throat, you slam your hips down against his, forcing his cock as deep inside you as possible. Steve moans, eyes lolling closed as he reaches to pull your lips to his. Whimpering as he empties himself inside you, a thick load of cum deposits against your cervix. You squeeze your pelvic muscles around Steve’s cock as tightly as you can, milking him. His body goes soft beneath you, all the tension draining from Steve’s muscles as the last of his cum drains into your pussy. You lift yourself off of Steve’s cock, watching between your legs as it lands thick and wet against his stomach. He tugs you into his arms, breathless and grinning, dotting your face with kisses and filling your ears with sweet, soft assurances of love…