#now I have more experience drawing plus sized people tho

[bluestrawberrybunny]

@theaffsbiggestfan said I needed to draw these two interacting, so here it is. SMG4 meets Timothy.

And I can never quite keep Timothy’s “scars” consistent. Meh. They’re veins anyway. Plus they grow and shrink depending on his mood anyway.

Mikel and I have a running joke that Timothy can’t meme, and it’s gotten worse realizing that his design is based off of SMG4’s, so obviously Mikel has taken that and ran with it.

We’ve talked about these two interacting for awhile actually. It’s kinda funny. Like… Timothy couldn’t care less about literally anything related to the internet. He doesn’t understand any of that. Dude wasn’t even born on Earth, and then when his father forced him to come to Earth he kept him locked away in an underground lab and experimented on him to give him technokenesis (he can control technology).

Timothy also despises the idea of perfection because that’s what his father was trying to achieve through the experiments he subjected him and his two older brothers to. Sadly, his brothers didn’t quite survive the experiments like Timothy did.

Needless to say, sorry Mik, but I doubt they’d ACTUALLY get along.

Also: (again because Mikel asked) SMG3 meeting Theo Henry, Timothy’s boyfriend who he is insanely attached to. Got another drawing of Theo coming up that Mikel requested (I posted a WIP of it earlier), so… I’ll explain him more in that post.

[grapesodatozier]

so close to the real thing (closer than you think)

rating: explicit

word count: 6.8k

summary: Eddie's been pining over Richie for as long as he can remember. He loves everything about Richie; especially how much Richie loves touching him. It's a little inconvenient, though. Eddie copes with his pent up sexual tension by constantly checking a porn blog he's obsessed with on tumblr. This guy has the same type of body as Richie, he talks like Richie, his name is even Richie! It makes it all too easy for Eddie to pretend it really is Richie while getting himself off to all of the blog's content.

You'll never guess what he finds out when he starts sexting this stranger named Richie from his anonymous porn blog.

tags: friends to lovers, porn with feelings, love confessions, dom/sub dynamics, bi dom top richie, gay sub bottom eddie, the most oblivious pining idiots in the world lol we love them

notes: this is one of my more ridiculous ideas but I had so much fun with it lol. also as a note you probably should not approach people on the internet the way they do in this fic, but they're just v enthusiastic and everything here is v consensual!! still tho definitely don't take this indulgent fic as a guide on how to approach real people online lmao. okay have fun!!

read on ao3 or below!!

notsfw under the cut

Eddie Kaspbrak’s friends were his entire world; time spent with them meant everything to him. But he also really valued his alone time. He’d always been the sort who needed time to just sit on a grassy hill and watch the trains go by, to catch up on comics in his room, to get lost in Netflix shows or even just his thoughts as he moseyed around his apartment—one he live in by himself, for when these moods hit. He needed time to himself to unwind. And sometimes he unwound by scrolling through some porn blogs on tumblr with his hand in his pants.

There was one blog that he was particularly fond of. There were other blogs more catered to his personal interests, namely blogs that didn’t feature women like this one did. But there was a good balance of genders represented, so Eddie figured he could just scroll past those posts. This guy was worth it. His pictures were ridiculously hot, and his dirty talk was even hotter.

Also, his name was Richie. Which Eddie refused to acknowledge as part of the draw.

It was harder to ignore tonight. He’d been out with the losers, and Richie had just been so touchy. And there was something about the way he'd been talking; his voice was lower than normal, slower in a way that made Eddie’s stomach flip. And his touches had lingered, his hand squeezing Eddie’s hip slow, then lazily brushing against his ass as he dropped it. Eddie could hardly take it. He brushed it off as Richie just being tired from work, but god, Eddie wanted it to mean more. The hardest part was hiding how much he wanted Richie to keep doing it.

There were so many things Eddie wanted Richie to do to him. He wanted Richie to touch him harder, to grab him by his hips with both hands. Richie’s hands were so big; Eddie just knew Richie could manhandle him so easily, so roughly. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have Richie’s hands all over him, grabbing at his ass and his thighs, holding his wrists down, making him feel so small. While Eddie would never admit it, huffing at every short joke Richie made, but he loved being shorter than Richie. He loved how safe he felt when Richie held him. And he was dying to know how small he would feel with Richie looming above him, or sitting in Richie’s lap, bouncing on his cock. He wanted to hear Richie talking to him in that low, slow voice, with that condescension Eddie did his best to pretend not to be affected by. He wanted Richie to whisper in his ear and call him all those pretty names he always dropped so casually, all those sweet ones and also ones that were a lot meaner. He wanted Richie to want him.

But it was easier to think about it than to ask for it. He knew Richie had way more experience than him. Well, okay, maybe not way more necessarily, but they were starting their third year of college, and he hadn’t wasted any time. Eddie, on the other hand, hadn’t done anything more than hand stuff with someone else. The guys he’d hooked up with were nice enough, and hot enough, but they just… weren’t Richie.

He supposed this guy on tumblr wasn’t Richie either, but at least he was everything else Eddie wanted. None of his hookups had been so, well, dominant, and that was this guy’s whole thing. He was dominant and a top and into guys that looked like Eddie. He even kind of talked like Richie, and he was apparently pining over his best friend, just like Eddie was. It had him completely smitten. Plus, internet-Richie’s crush had brown eyes like Eddie, and he ran track, just like Eddie did. Internet-Richie had posted once about his dick getting hard watching his friend at his track meet, and Eddie had come so hard that night, his track shorts around his ankles, imagining his Richie thinking those things about him.

Eddie was in bed now, in nothing but his boxers and one of Richie’s old shirts that had been Eddie’s for a while now. Still reeling from the way Richie had been acting that night, he logged into his porn account on his phone and scrolled through his dash for a grand total of thirty seconds before going immediately to internet-Richie’s blog. A thrill went through Eddie’s body when he saw that he had just posted. He’d written, “god my friends gonna fuckn kill me with that ass, i wanna plow him so bad” then reblogged it and added, “reminder that my asks and dms are always open if any pretty needy little subs need help getting off. please come be sluts in my messages.” Eddie’s breath caught in his throat when he saw that there was a picture, too, one of him gripping his hard cock, his boxers pulled down just enough for Eddie to see the dark hair around the base of his cock. Eddie moaned at the sight. His cock was so nice, so long and thick and pink. And fuck, his fingers. They were so long and slim, almost as nice as his-Richie’s.

Eddie scrolled a little farther down, his heart racing. There were a lot of reblogs, but some original posts here and there, things like, “what i wouldn’t do to have a pretty guy drooling all over my cock rn,” and, “in the mood to get someone dick drunk. wanna fuck a someone so hard they forget their own name.” One that made Eddie nearly choke said, “want someone i can pump my come into whenever i want, over and over again. want a sub i can keep full of my come all the fuckn time.” That post had Eddie getting out his lube.

It also had him thinking about internet-Richie’s most recent post, his post about his DMs being open.

Eddie bit his lip and thought about it. He’d sent internet-Richie some asks before from his porn blog (his blog didn’t have his name on it, just the teddy bear emoji, since he privately thought the teddy/Eddie rhyme was fun and clever, and also it was cute), and he’d seemed plenty happy enough to respond then. Still, it felt like a much bigger step to DM him, to talk to him just one on one. But the more he read his posts, the more he thought about his-Richie and how he’d touched Eddie that night, the easier it was to convince himself to shoot his shot with this stranger.

Eddie just messaged him a simple, “hi,” with a heart emoji. It was innocent enough, but his heart was still racing.

Internet-Richie responded a lot faster than Eddie was expecting. Honestly he hadn’t been expecting a response at all. But he said:

hiya cutie (; ive been hoping youd message me

Eddie flushed. He couldn’t help but hear cutie in his-Richie’s voice—especially given how often Richie used the nickname. really? he typed back.

fuck yes, ur cute little messages make me so hard. i can tell ur a pretty little thing just from the way you type

Eddie was blushing deep. Pretty little thing. That was hotter than it should’ve been. He wanted his Richie to talk to him like that, in that deep, sleepy voice.

there’s no way you can tell that from some messages :P, Eddie sent.

His heart stopped at the next messages internet-Richie sent.

oh, u dont think so?

why dont u send me some pics to prove me wrong (;

Oh my god, Eddie thought, his breath coming short. His head swam at the thought of sending this guy nudes, of showing himself off to someone who clearly wanted to see him, who would know how to take care of him and fuck him the way he liked, a guy with his crush’s fucking name and body type and hands. It had Eddie’s cock hard and leaking, and he slowly slid a finger inside of himself.

But just because the thought turned him on didn’t mean he was gonna send this stranger what he wanted so easily, even if he desperately wanted to.

you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

He fingered himself open as he waited for a response, working his way up to two fingers. It was nearly impossible to ignore his cock, but he didn’t want to come before the conversation even had a chance to start.

fuck ya i would, internet-Richie responded. Then, in a second message, whats wrong baby? you shy? ill show u mine ;)

Eddie's breath caught. God, this guy even made stupid shit sound hot, just like Eddie’s Richie. This was unreal.

i’ve seen yours, Eddie pointed out.

ya and you musta liked it if ur messaging me rn

Eddie bit his lip. ...maybe

aw thats cute sweetheart. u know i can see all the needy little tags you add when u reblog my stuff right?

Eddie blushed. He’d kind of always hoped he’d read them, but he never thought he actually did. i didn’t know you read those

oh ya, read them, jerk off to them. bit of a size queen, aren’t you? ;) it’s cute. makes me so fuckn hard when u talk abt how u want me to fill you up

Eddie whimpered out loud, sliding a third finger into himself. Fuck, he wanted that cock inside of him so bad. But right now one of his toys would have to do, once he was stretched out enough. He sped up his fingers, getting impatient. Gathering up all of his horny courage, he sent, show me.

what, no please? only good boys who use their manners get dick pics babydoll

Eddie pouted and whined to himself, making quick work of sliding his hot pink vibrator inside of himself—well, as quickly as he could without hurting himself. He moaned as it filled him up, making pleasure spread deep through his body. Slowly pumping it in and out, he reached for his phone. please, he typed, please let me see? wanna know what to picture while i fuck myself with my vibrator. He even added the wide eyed pouting emoji to really milk the whole begging thing. He knew he’d been playing a little coy, but now with the way internet-Richie was talking to him he was getting desperate.

well fuck baby since ur begging ;)

Eddie held his breath as he waited for the picture, slowly rocking his toy in and out, savoring the feeling. He wished it was Richie doing it, wished it was his cock. The lines between which Richie blurred; he wanted to get fucked by either of them, both of them.

What Eddie received when his phone lit up was not a picture, but a video. It was short, just a few seconds of Richie’s hand dragging wetly, smoothly over his cock, but it had Eddie drooling. The room was dark, so he’d used a flash, and it made the mix of what Eddie assumed was precome and spit glisten as the swollen head of Richie’s cock disappeared and reappeared from behind his fingers. Eddie must’ve played it at least five times, fucking himself a little faster, before remembering to say something back. And to take a video of his own. fuck, I want you so bad, want you to fucking ruin me, he wrote back. A part of him couldn’t believe how openly desperate he was being, but he found that he liked it; he liked the way it made him blush, he liked the way it felt to beg, to ask for what he wanted.

Richie’s response came fast: show me kitten. show me how you want me to fuck your pretty little ass.

Eddie moaned at the pet name; casual little nicknames were such a weakness for him. He was already so far gone, just picturing Richie’s cock inside of him, picturing him stroking his cock to thoughts of Eddie. The attention had his cock hard and leaking as he thrust his vibrator even deeper inside of himself, pumping it in and out a few more times before rolling over and getting on his hands and knees. It was hard to take a video from this angle, but he wanted to show off his ass and hide his face. Plus, there was something so hot about having his ass in the air and his face shoved in his pillow, looking like the perfect image of someone desperate to be fucked. He loved the way it made him feel, loved the thought of being so open for someone. For Richie.

He ended up shooting a short video as well, about ten seconds of him sliding his vibrator slowly in and out of himself, letting out soft little moans. He was pretty pleased with the way it turned out, his hole pink and smooth and wet as it stretched around his toy. The angle was a little weird, showing a lot of his room once or twice when his hand slipped a little, but overall he thought his ass looked amazing, if he did say so himself. He sent it and said, feels so good. do you want me to go faster?

As he sent it, he got settled on his back, forcing himself to go slow as he fucked himself while he waited for internet-Richie’s response. It was taking longer than before, and Eddie was getting antsy; it was so hard to drag it out, to not get ahead of himself. But whatever Richie was doing, Eddie knew it would be worth the wait. Still, he pouted as his cock ached, begging for attention.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock at the door.

He groaned to himself and stayed put, fucking himself even slower as he waited for whoever it was to leave. But then the knocking continued, loud and incessant and obnoxious, and Eddie knew exactly who it was. He also knew he wasn’t going to go away any time soon, which honestly made him smile and blush. Richie had terrible timing, but Eddie would never be upset to see him.

Reluctantly, he slowly slid the toy out and pulled on his shorts, leaving his shirt off. He still had a pretty obvious boner, but his horny brain did not mind the idea of Richie seeing it. So he strode lazily down the hall, shouting a performatively annoyed, “I’m coming!” Finally, he opened the door, cocking his hip to the side and giving Richie an expectant look. “Can I help you?” he asked, a small smile dancing around the corner of his lips. He had to fight off a smirk at the wide eyed look Richie gave him as he ran his eyes over Eddie’s body.

“Fuck,” he muttered lowly, his eyes trained on Eddie’s cock, which was getting even harder the more Richie stared. Eddie bit his lip and grinned a little, making doe eyes at Richie. But Richie didn’t meet his gaze—instead he brushed past Eddie, his mouth still hanging open as he made his way urgently toward Eddie’s bedroom.

“Richie?” Eddie asked, a little let down that Richie’s hands weren’t all over him right now. But hey, if he was heading to Eddie’s bedroom he figured that was at least the right direction. He closed his front door and followed Richie into his room, where he found him staring at the bright pink vibrator on the bed. As confident and horny as Eddie was feeling, that still made him blush. He was only human. Crossing his arms, he said, bashful now, “I was kind of in the middle of something.”

Richie looked over at him, his cheeks bright red under his freckles. Then he got a glimmer of that trademark shit-eating grin on his face. “Eds, you fucking slut,” he said, sounding both delighted and breathless. “You are so fucking hot.”

Eddie flushed and tried not to squirm, but he couldn’t help but press his legs together, his eyes brightening. Fuck, was this actually happening? Shit, he needed to think of something witty to say. “You gonna do anything about it?” Okay, that kinda sounded like a corny porn, but he had to give himself credit for even being able to form words just after his lifelong crush and personal wet dream had just admitted his attraction to him.

“I think I already have been,” Richie said, still grinning.

Eddie cocked an eyebrow at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. “Oh yeah? How do you figure that?”

Eddie was expecting a confession. He was expecting something along the lines of you think I don’t notice how you look at me? or did you really think those were casual touches earlier? What he was not expecting was for Richie to unlock his phone and hold it up, showing Eddie the video he had just taken, the video he’d sent to internet-Richie.

Oh. Oh. Oh fuck.

“Oh my god, that’s you?” Eddie cried in disbelief.

“You’re telling me you didn’t recognize this dick?” Richie asked, swaggering over to Eddie, clearly enjoying himself.

“How did you recognize it was me?”

Richie nodded toward the Thundercats poster on Eddie’s wall, then to the model train that sat on his dresser. “What other guy has decor like that and the ass to match?”

Eddie grinned and shook his head. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Well pardon me for not being especially eloquent when I’ve just learned that the guy I’ve been masturbating to since I learned how to and been in love with for even longer has been masturbating to me too.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide, all thoughts of getting fucked leaving for a moment. “You’re in love with me?” he asked, his voice as soft as his smile.

Richie was not a bashful person, but the little laugh he let out just then was close to it. “Have been my whole life, but thanks for finally noticing.”

Eddie shook his head and stepped closer, until he had to crane his head up to meet Richie’s gaze. “I love you too.”

Richie’s eyes widened behind his thick frames. Eddie had only seen that look in Richie’s eyes a few times before, but he never wanted to lose sight of it again. He always wanted Richie to look at him like that. But then Richie was closing his eyes and leaning down. It only took Eddie a second to get with the program, drinking in the moment just a little longer before letting his own eyes fall shut as he pressed his lips against Richie’s.

It started gentle enough, if deep and passionate and intentional. But then Richie’s hands were on Eddie’s bare waist, skin against skin, and Eddie was gasping into Richie’s mouth, his hands coming up and resting against Richie’s chest. He curled his fingers into Richie’s shirt as Richie ran his tongue over Eddie’s lips, just before pulling away. He laughed at Eddie’s indignant little whine.

“Oh, you mean you don’t want me to take off my shirt right now?” he smirked as Eddie tried to pull him closer by the offending fabric. Huffing, Eddie conceded and let go long enough to let Richie pull the shirt off over his head.

“Oh,” he said softly, his voice a little, awed moan as he drank in Richie’s chest. It wasn’t like Richie had never been shirtless in front of Eddie before, but Eddie had never felt like he was allowed to really look at Richie all those times. But now he could; now he could touch. And he did, running his fingers over Richie’s smooth, warm skin, over his acne scars and blackheads and freckles. “Fuck, Richie,” he sighed before pressing his lips to Richie’s collarbones, trailing them all over Richie’s beautiful chest.

Richie gave a breathless, almost shy laugh as he stroked Eddie’s hair. “Damn, Eds, never pegged you as a tits guy.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Eddie giggled, bringing his lips back to Richie’s. They both smiled into it, getting lost for a moment as Richie’s hands slid slowly down Eddie’s sides. His hands lingered on Eddie’s hips for a moment before he slid them further down and grabbed at Eddie’s ass, making him gasp.

“Is that any way to talk to the guy who’s about to rail you ‘til you can’t walk?”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Eddie asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Spank me?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Richie smirked. He gave Eddie’s ass a playful smack, making Eddie gasp again and fall into him, needing more. Richie’s voice was dripping with adoration as he purred, “Little brat,” and pulled Eddie against him, kissing him again. Eddie went with it easily and happily parted his lips to let Richie lick into his mouth. Richie had one hand gripping Eddie’s jaw and the other on his ass, touching him in a way that exuded a command Eddie was desperate to follow. God, Eddie knew Richie had big hands, but they felt huge on him like this. It was dizzyingly hot. And the way Richie’s tongue was teasing his had Eddie’s knees going weak. His dick was throbbing in his shorts, aching to finish what he’d started, what had been interrupted. When he thought about it all—about playing with himself for Richie, about the video Richie had sent him, about all those things Richie had said about filling Eddie up—he felt himself clench down on nothing, desperate to get fucked. Desperate to feel Richie’s cock so deep inside of him.

“Richie,” he whined into the kiss, pulling on Richie’s belt loops, “please.” He pressed himself urgently against Richie and rutted shamelessly against his thigh.

“Fuck, you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” His voice was cocky and teasing, but there was an apparent undercurrent of wonder there as well.

Eddie shoved his face into Richie’s neck and whined, grabbing onto Richie’s wrists without even knowing what his goal was. “Richie,” he whimpered, sounding pitiful and ruined already.

“What do you want, baby?” Richie’s voice made it clear that he was enjoying seeing Eddie this wrecked, and that just made Eddie even harder. “Come on, tell me, use your words.”

Eddie squirmed as Richie held him close, but still not touching him in any relieving way. “I need you inside,” Eddie said, his voice high and soft as he squirmed in Richie’s grip. “God, please, Richie, need you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard I can’t even think. Fuck me like I’m your little toy.”

Eddie could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth, and judging by the gasp he heard Richie let out, he’d caught Richie off guard too. But if the hard bulge in his jeans that brushed up against Eddie was any indication, he was apparently just as turned on as Eddie was. Besides, Eddie knew from his blog that Richie was really into that sort of thing too—and, apparently, really into the idea of doing those things with Eddie. The realization that Richie had been saying all those filthy things about him had him grinding against him with even more fervor, kissing his neck with a heated confidence. Richie moaned, and Eddie could feel the warmth of it spreading through him. “Yeah, sweetheart? You want to feel me inside you? You think you’re ready for me?”

“Yes,” Eddie sighed, looking up at Richie with wide, desperate eyes. He shivered at the new look in Richie’s eyes, the blue nearly entirely eclipsed by how wide his pupils were. He looked hungry for Eddie; Eddie wanted to feel it. “‘M ready, Richie, please, so open for you.” He looked to the toy on his bed pointedly, but Richie only gave a deep laugh.

“Oh honey, that’s cute that you think that little thing is gonna have you ready for my cock.” Eddie’s breath caught; that toy wasn’t small. Before he could gather his scattered brain enough to react, Richie was scooping him up and tossing him on the bed, the toy falling forgotten to the floor. Richie moved Eddie onto his back, and Eddie went happily, pliantly. Richie’s fingers were cool against Eddie’s burning skin as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Eddie’s shorts, slowly dragging them over his hips and down his legs, tossing them to the floor. Eddie’s cock was dripping with precome, his chest flushed a bright red as he squirmed under Richie’s gaze. Eddie been dreaming of Richie manhandling him like this for he didn’t even know how long; he couldn’t help the way he reacted. And he especially couldn’t help the pleased little sound he made when Richie murmured, “God, you’re gorgeous, Eds.” Then Richie was grabbing him by the ankles, gently but firmly spreading Eddie’s legs, and Eddie let out the most pathetic, genuine moan he’d ever heard. “Fuck, baby, you sound pretty. You like when I spread you open?” Richie asked. He was smirking down at Eddie, but Eddie could see how flushed he was, could see the thrilled awe in his dark, hungry eyes as Eddie nodded.

“Richie, please,” Eddie whimpered. “I need you so bad.” He sat up, reaching for Richie’s belt, but Richie easily pressed him back against the mattress with a large hand on the center of his chest. The confidence in Richie’s dominance took Eddie’s breath away, and he stayed right where he was, nice and obedient, as he watched Richie get off the bed and slowly undo his belt, then his button and zipper. He took his time dragging his jeans and boxers off, enough time to let Eddie’s eyes linger on the reveal of the dark hair under Richie’s waistband. Then Richie’s cock was bouncing up against his stomach, hard and flushed and fucking long. Eddie moaned at the sight and fisted the sheets underneath him. He wanted so badly to get his mouth on Richie, to breathe him in and be nice and good for Richie on his knees. But he was also desperate to get fucked; his hole clenched down on nothing at the thought, and then it was all he could think about again. “Richie,” he repeated, whining now as he reached for him. “Stop being such a tease.”

Richie laughed as he moved easily out of Eddie’s grip and climbed on top of him. Eddie gasped softly at the sight of Richie above him, his dark curls surrounding his face, his full, pink lips pulled into the most beautiful smile Eddie had ever seen in his life. He ran his hands over Richie’s chest and sides, marveling at the fact that this was really happening. Then, his eyes flickering down, he tentatively brought his hand to Richie’s cock.

“Oh, fuck,” they said, both at the same time, making them giggle together.

“Fuck, Eds, your pretty little hand looks so cute wrapped around my cock,” Richie teased in a low, rough voice. Eddie shivered; he couldn’t tell if Richie was praising him or degrading him, but either way it made his head fuzzy.

“‘M not that little,” Eddie grumbled out of habit. But he was clearly breathless. He’d never been good at pretending not to like Richie’s compliments, however teasing.

“Aw, but you are, baby,” Richie cooed, nuzzling his nose against Eddie’s and pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “You’re so cute and tiny for me. I don’t even know if we’ll be able to fit my cock inside you.”

“I can,” Eddie whined, both indignant and impatient. He bucked his hips up, but Richie held him down. He gasped when he felt the warm, soft skin of Richie’s cock press against his stomach. Looking down, he saw that Richie had his cock lying on Eddie’s stomach, showing just how deep he would be once he was inside Eddie.

“You sure about that, babydoll?” While the teasing note was still there, Richie’s voice got noticeably softer as he said, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Eddie’s chest swelled at that. Cupping Richie’s face in his hands, he insisted, “I can take it.” Then he reached down and took Richie in his hand, glowing with pride when Richie let out a low moan. “Richie, please, I want you so bad.”

“Okay, baby,” Richie agreed, turning his head to kiss Eddie’s palm. “Fuck, I want you, too.” But he stalled. “Have you ever… like, been fucked before?”

Eddie flushed. “Well, not by someone else, but I have some toys. I’m not gonna break, Richie.” He huffed, but the way Richie was looking at him soothed any ruffled feathers.

“I’m your first?” His smile was soft, and while his eyes glittered, there was nothing teasing about his tone.

“I didn’t wanna do it with anyone else,” Eddie mumbled. He tried to look away, but Richie pulled him into a kiss.

“Fuck, I never thought you’d want me,” he chuckled. “Sorry, that was depressing, I just mean I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner, you know?”

Eddie beamed, a small, giddy giggle dancing on his lips. “Well it’ll happen sooner if you stop talking so much.” But his smile, and all of the little kisses he planted on Richie’s freckled shoulders told Richie that Eddie never wanted him to stop talking.

“Alright, alright, sheesh, I know I’m hot but you don’t gotta rush me.” Eddie was still giggling when Richie kissed him, and he could feel that Richie was smiling too. “Where’s your lube?”

Eddie stretched his hand out and patted the bed for a moment, searching. After what was probably only four seconds but felt like an eternity, he finally found the bottle and handed it eagerly to Richie. “Oh, right,” Richie smirked, “you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” Eddie moaned as Richie swiped his fingers over Eddie’s slick hole, pressing in just a bit. His fingers went in easily, and he pumped them slowly, drawing little, breathy moans out of Eddie. Richie’s fingers were a lot longer and thicker than his own, and they felt amazing, but they weren’t what he wanted in that moment.

“Richie, fuck me,” he whined.

“Aw, no please? Again?” Richie tsked and shook his head, curling his fingers against Eddie’s prostate, making him cry out. “I told you, sweetheart, only good boys who use their manners get fucked.”

“Please,” Eddie cried. He rocked his hips and grabbed at Richie’s shoulders, at his arms, not even sure what his goal was there other than to get Richie closer, to get his attention, to show him how desperate he was. “Please fuck me, please.” He sounded pathetic begging like this, but that just made him harder. And it made Richie’s pupils even wider as he slid his fingers out of Eddie and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Good boy,” he purred. Eddie moaned and arched into Richie’s touch, but he only gave Eddie one more kiss on his cheek before pulling back and covering his cock in lube. Eddie watched, entranced, as Richie’s hand moved smoothly over his cock, glistening and slick. Then Richie was gently spreading Eddie’s legs even further and pressing the head of his cock against Eddie’s hole.

“Yes,” Eddie whimpered brokenly, grasping at the sheets beneath him. “Richie, please.” Meeting his gaze, he said softly, “I need you.”

“I’ve got you,” Richie assured him in a voice that made Eddie feel like he was glowing. Richie took Eddie’s hand in his and entwined their fingers, using his other hand to guide his cock inside of Eddie, who gasped at the feeling. God, he couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe his first time was going to be with his favorite person. He couldn’t believe he was finally getting exactly what he wanted. Love flooded through him, warm and perfect, somehow both soothing and electrifying as he watched Richie’s face. Eddie’s mouth dropped as Richie pressed into him, deeper and deeper and still fucking deeper, until finally Richie let out a low moan and Eddie felt absolutely breathless. The stretch was intense, and he held onto Richie tightly as he caught his breath. “Are you alright?” Richie asked. His voice was strained, but the care and concern in it was clear. “You don’t have to take all of it if it’s too much.”

Eddie wanted to laugh at the remark or roll his eyes, but with how breathless and dizzied by pleasure he already was, he had to admit Richie had a point. “Just need a minute,” he gasped. Richie ran a soothing hand over Eddie’s skin, helping him even out his breathing and relax. The feeling of Richie’s cock twitching in anticipation inside of him had him letting out little moans as he adjusted, getting more and more used to the feeling until he felt comfortable enough to tell Richie he could move. Richie kissed him before he did, his lips soft against Eddie’s, a reassuring weight. Eddie breathed in sharply as Richie pulled back, grabbing at Richie’s shoulders.

Richie immediately stopped. “You okay, baby?” he asked, caressing Eddie’s face.

Eddie wanted to melt. Richie was always touching him, always jokingly flirting with him, but this unabashed concern and, well, love had previously been reserved for dire situations, like panic attacks or injuries. Eddie couldn’t help the dopey smile that bloomed on his face as he tilted his chin up and kissed Richie. “I’m okay,” he said breathlessly. “It’s just a little different from my vibrator.” They both gave a shaky laugh as Richie nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.

“Better, I hope?” he grinned.

“Can’t tell yet,” Eddie retorted. Another snarky comment was on the tip of his tongue when Richie pulled his hips further back, effectively sucking all the air—and attitude—from Eddie’s chest. And then Richie was pushing back in, and Eddie let out a moan he couldn’t have faked if he tried, relaxing back into the mattress as his eyes fell shut. It was the best thing he’d ever felt, pleasure and relief flooding through his body. They’d been building up this tension for years; Eddie had figured it would feel good to break it, but it really felt magical, like something had just clicked into place. Feeling Richie inside of him, rocking his hips carefully, feeling Richie twitch as he tried not to lose control had Eddie’s head reeling. Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, focusing on Richie above him, on how flushed his face was. When Richie met his eye, pressing in deep, Eddie let out a small, “Fuck.”

“Yeah? Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

Richie was smirking as he said it, but there was something else sparkling in his eyes. Something giddy and awed. Something that made Eddie sigh dreamily, “I love you.”

Richie’s eyes widened for a moment before he pressed his lips firmly against Eddie’s, his hands roaming over Eddie’s body like he couldn’t choose where to put them, where to touch him. “I love you so much,” he beamed, pressing a few more kisses to Eddie’s cheeks. Eddie giggled at the feeling, but then Richie’s hips moved just a little faster, pressing him in just a little deeper, and he was back to melting under Richie’s touch, clinging to him as he rocked his hips with Richie’s. “Fuck, you’re so amazing, baby, so fucking beautiful. You look so good like this, holy shit.”

Eddie smiled almost drunkenly at Richie’s ability to ramble even when blowing Eddie’s mind. “Feels so good,” he moaned, his voice breathy and just a little bit higher than normal. He wrapped his legs around Richie’s waist. “Please, Richie, please.”

“Fuck, baby, wanna make you feel like this all the fucking time,” Richie groaned as he picked up the pace. Eddie whined in pleasure at the change, and that just spurred Richie to go faster, harder, until he was well and truly fucking Eddie, both of them moaning with every thrust.

“Oh my god,” Eddie cried, “ohmygodohmygodhmygod, oh fuck, Richie, please.” It felt so amazing, Richie fucking into him like this, but he needed that little bit more. His cock was throbbing desperately, achingly hard; he needed to feel Richie’s hand on him. “Richie, please,” he whimpered, “please, please touch me. I need you, I need you so bad, please, Richie.” Eddie was pouting now, grabbing aimlessly at Richie, his legs still wrapped tight around him.

“Fuck, you’re so hard for me,” Richie marveled, his voice sweet and condescending as he wrapped his hand around Eddie’s cock. Eddie nearly screamed at the contact, his back arching off the bed. Richie laughed a little, which just made Eddie even harder. The way Richie spread his precome over his cock, twisting his wrist just so as he stroked him had that familiar tension coiling in his lower stomach. “Aw, does that feel good? You gonna come on my cock, kitten?”

“Fuck, yes!” Eddie screamed. He gripped at the sheets as Richie stroked him, his voice washing over Eddie, mixing with the pleasure of Richie’s touch, of his thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes, please let me come, please, please, please.”

“That’s a good boy,” Richie purred, and Eddie could feel himself tipping over the edge at the words, at how low and affected Richie’s voice was. He groaned out, “Come on my cock like a good boy, princess,” and pure pleasure crashed over Eddie like a wave. He arched his back and cried out as he came, his moans filling the room as he squirmed under Richie, grabbed at him, at the sheets. It was fucking ethereal. He felt somehow so in tune with his body and yet so detached, like he was floating. He was barely cognizant of what Richie was saying, but when he put the sounds together and realized Richie had just said, panting, “Fuck, baby, gonna come,” Eddie felt like a live wire again.

“In me,” he said urgently. His mind was still a little too scattered for full sentences, but he knew what he wanted. God, he felt like he needed it. Like he needed to feel that connected to Richie. “Richie, come inside me, please.”

Richie apparently didn’t need to be told twice; he let out a moaned, “Oh, fuck,” before burying his face in Eddie’s neck, his breathy moans like music in Eddie’s ear. And then, as Eddie was coming down from his own high, he felt the holiest thing in the world: Richie’s cock, twitching inside of him, then his warm come filling Eddie up. It was unreal, being this close to him. Richie clutching at him as he came. It was even better than the little fantasies Eddie occasionally allowed himself. Richie was here, in his arms, pressing kisses to his neck as he caught his breath. Eddie was stroking his hair and rubbing his back as Richie nuzzled into him. Richie’s skin pressed against his skin, his legs wrapped around Richie’s waist, then falling to his sides, but still pressed to him. Still keeping him close. There wasn’t a single thought in his head that wasn’t about Richie.

Richie pulled him from his dreamy haze with light kisses pressed up his jaw, then over his cheeks. Eddie giggled at the onslaught of affection, still reeling from how fucking hot and euphoric what they had just done together had been. But he happily accepted Richie’s kisses, his heart bursting, then racing as Richie pulled back to look in his eyes. “Holy, fuck,” Richie beamed, his face flushed and blue eyes hooded from the weight of his orgasm, even as they sparkled.

“I know,” Eddie said, returning Richie’s grin as he basked in the surreality of having Richie on top of him, his dorky yet charming smile framed by lips that were red and swollen because of Eddie. His glasses were knocked askew, and Eddie instinctively reached up to fix them. With a sense of wonder, he realized that his touch was allowed to linger this time. He ran his fingers down Richie’s cheekbones, over his jaw, cupped his cheeks. “I love you,” he said. The words spilled out over his lips like he couldn’t stand not to say them. And while it made his heart race a little to say it out loud now that the adrenaline and tension was all worked through, it felt even better this time when Richie’s face softened and he nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.

“I love you so fucking much.” Richie’s voice rarely got that soft, that sincere; it felt like a blanket wrapping around Eddie. It felt safe, secure. It felt like a promise. And if there was anyone in the world Eddie knew he could trust, it was Richie. That feeling of everything coming together came back to Eddie as he lay there under Richie, their lips moving together, feeling light as a feather now that everything was finally out in the open.

[tazzykiki]

I’m tired, angry and bored so here we go! A messy list of fucked up Public School Things that may or may not be a universal experience:

The Lunches were a mix of good and horrible:

I was usually fine with the lunches because they were pretty decent and, like, yay food! But looking back they were just, so wrong????

Like in my middle school lunches AND breakfast were a mess. I got food poisoning like once or twice from the breakfast and the lunch was pitiful. At one point they just stopped cooking the pasta and left a bunch of uncooked, powdery noodles in a plastic box like anyone was gonna grab them and be like “mm yes! my favorite! hard noodles!”. Like what the actual fuck.

The pizza was also in a box, none of the toppings were labeled so it was a gamble on what type you would get, and most of the time they were burnt. In HS the pizza was fine but it tasted fake as hell and I’m pretty sure they just took some rubber and put cheese on it.  

My HS lunches were better but even then it was just, really concerning how limited and odd the food was. Luckily we didn’t have to pay except for like cookies and stuff smaller than your hand that costs like $2 cuz they want to “promote healthiness” despite feeding us what is basically prison food.

The class sizes were horrifying: I’m sorry but what person can teach 30+ rowdy kids and be perfectly fine??? Not to mention this was the norm the whole day! Imagine grading all those papers, keeping track of every student, and making sure they all shut up long enough to teach. And that’s just for the teachers who actually care.

Like a class size should be a max of 20 with a few exceptions. Do you know how stressful it is for everyone involved? Not to mention, 30 kids was considered SMALL!! Some classes had 40, even 50 STUDENTS!!!! WHAT THE FUCK.

We never had enough books, or supplies, or anything. Usually by the half point of the year, half the books would be missing or destroyed and it was a mess. In HS the Drama and Music teachers had to deal with like, one class of 10-20, and then like 5 classes of 40-50(all mixed grades too). And you know what’s even more fucked up? There was only one of each teacher.

There was one drama teacher. Who btw deserves the world and legit cares about her job and students. I honestly hope she quit and went somewhere better. She had to put up with 40+ screaming kids, grade all of those assignments, deal with insult and harassment(she was plus-sized and white. So she couldn’t talk back, would get insulted, and more.The only white people allowed to be sassy in that school were funny white men that were laid back), and had barely enough supplies to get by.

There was one music teacher. Who also deserves the world and legit cares about her job and students. She had to deal with 40-50, almost 60+, kids. The majority of them being sophomores and freshman, with bits of seniors and juniors. She taught music, taught band, and organized events and performances. She is, I believe, the first and only music teacher in that school and that’s just so fucked up. Like imagine being one person and having to manage hundreds of students like that.

There was only one digital arts teacher but I have no idea what they did since you can’t choose what class you attend. I just know it was constantly crowded, never really applauded, and they weren’t involved in a lot of things.

Oh yes how could I forget the art teacher! Yeah no there was no art class that involved drawing and painting. Apparently that class was scrapped years ago and has now turned into a JROTC locker! :D Speaking of JROTC:

JROTC and Sports had too much support and that’s a serious problem:

Hey maybe it’s because I’m an art kid and I hate exercising(because every attempt to do so was met with laughter, humiliation, and the ridicule of my body even though I can’t control how my body grows and changes), but man did JROTC and sports(specifically football) have way too much attention.

We had not one, not two, but FOUR ENTIRE JROTC CLASSES! Classes training you to be in the military, specifically Air Force. Classes you HAD to take unless you wanted to be in gym(never had the class but from what I’ve heard, there were about 50-70 kids, mostly male, filling up that class and they didn’t do anything but play ball or whatever. All of course, taught by one guy).

Somehow this program had enough support for uniforms, 4 different classrooms, supplies, several teachers(all of whom were in the military at one point[they were chill except for the freshman teacher who called you a whiny baby for being in pain]), and more. 

Not to mention, every so often military people would come by with pretty pamphlets and fun little strength tests and have kids to sign up to newsletters and shit and ask them to join the military when they graduate so they can get free college and happy fun times!! :D

Football was given way too much attention, even over the other sports, and I absolutely hate it. Every month was about  football, football, football. So much money went into football, so much support went into football. Yeah yeah yeah follow your dreams or whatever the fuck they tell you on Disney Channel, but there was too much support on this one sport that involved kids breaking their heads open. 

Please please give me ONE valid reason why this irritating-ass sport had so much attention while art students, craft students, theater students, music students, students who want to work in literally any other field that doesn’t involve science or sports had to fucking scrape every tiny little chance they could from the crumbs that were left behind. PLEASE tell me why I had to join a completely different program that was hella exclusive and restricted to Juniors and Seniors that had a certain skill-level just to have a proper arts class while football players got a cool fancy bus, a shit ton of gear, and praise every single day(seriously their pictures and trophies were everywhere). 

Why is it that they get scholarships and full rides for throwing a ball around and bashing their brains open while I had to fucking destroy my hand and scramble around for some shit like $200 which I wouldn’t even get because I don’t have the skill to paint the mona lisa or whatever. Anywayyyy~

Hey what the fuck was up with the rules? Sorry kids but if you’re reading this, everything they tell you on tv about high school is a lie. Unless you watched the Dora the Explorer movie, then that was actually pretty accurate.

Hey is it weird we had metal detectors and legit police officers(who were armed) in our school? Is it weird that we had to wear plastic, see-through book-bags, that weren’t even given to us for free and were so weak that they had to get rid of that rule because they would break after like 2 months? Is it weird we were all stuffed into a nasty, sticky, pest-ridden, staircase right in front of the main doors in the morning because we weren’t allowed all the way inside for whatever reason unless it was for a club(i.e. sports)? Is it weird that we were all trapped in the lunch room by security guards because they didn’t want kids roaming the halls even though they already did? Is it weird we weren’t allowed to go to the bathroom and were always told “you should’ve went your last class” when your last class didn’t let you? Is it weird we weren’t allowed to use the bathroom and were always told that “you should’ve went during the transition time” even though the transition time was only 4 minutes and the hallways were so crowded that it’d be time for class by the time you’d get there?

Is it weird that when we were allowed to use the bathroom, all of the bathrooms were locked and only one on the other side of the school was open, and the majority of the stalls were broken? And they kept the bathrooms locked, even after school, because they didn’t want kids skipping class even though they still did?

Is it weird that if you didn’t have a belt(if you were male), or a part of your uniform, you would be prevented from going to class if there were no more temporary uniforms?

Is it weird that if one kid did something bad, the entire class would be punished and class time would be wasted and the point of punishment would be lost because the teacher wanted a taste of power or whatever?(hey one time in 8th grade, both classes had to stand in one long ass line for about half an hour because someone was talking and it was treated like it was a joke. this took up our breakfast time too)

Other Shit: One time my HS got like $20,000 and instead of using it to fix at least one thing, they wasted it on useless flatscreen tv’s and SAT “tutors” that taught us 3rd grade english & math, how to annotate(I swear to fucking god one more person try and teach me how to underline a motherfucking sentence---) and did absolutely nothing to help us. Meanwhile the football players were living like kings.

We had a strange assortment of teachers, ya’ll know about my junior and senior english teacher. But did I ever tell you about the freshman JROTC instructor? She was so much fun~ I remember one time!!! ooh this is a good one :DDDD!!!! that I was in so muuuuuch pain that I was crying and couldn’t move! and guess what!!!!???? ooh! ooh! guess! She called me a whiny baby and said I was overreacting!!!! omg? She was so right tho, I was totally overreacting to being in immense, insufferable, pain that no one even attempted to be concerned about~~ 

Oh here’s another good one: I used to cry a lot! It was horribly embarrassing and not fun~ I was either sick, on my period(which according to the multiple doctors I had to be rushed to, was normal and the intense pain was hereditary), or having an emotional breakdown~ This lasted from 5th grade to Senior Year of HS! :D

One time I was in a lot of pain, 7th grade I believe, and cried for a whole hour straight. What did my teacher do? Have me sit in class while everyone went to like social studies or whatever, talked with some teachers, and then complained about how I “cried and cried and cried for an hour straight” with no concern whatsoever. BTW the nurse was never there and even then she was kinda useless.

Don’t even get me started on the several times I was on my period and was actually screaming in pain and was still looked down on because a student screaming and hollering in pain is no cause for concern obviously~ Really surprising how a lot of the male teachers and staff were more concerned then the female ones, especially the science teacher who has a uterus, has multiple daughters, and the audacity to say I’m ~overreacting~. I’m so happy our teachers and schools have our priorities in order.

Note: If you’re horrified by this. Good. You should be.

More misc things: My HS had a shit ton of roaches, water bugs, and whatever those long disgusting things that walk around on the walls and fall off once you see them. Art meant nothing to them. Teacher sanity meant nothing, student sanity meant nothing. The principal was great and I blame whoever’s “funding” schools and working behind the scenes.  I know this was more about personal stuff, but like a lot of things like large classes, lack of supplies, lack of empathy from teachers, constant pests, horrible food, stupid rules that hurt us more than helped, really weird exposure to cops and military, and too much focus on one subject is super common in public schools and I really really want it to stop.

[rollforsleepy]

So I’ve been working on this for like three weeks! It’s been a tonne of fun but also a tonne of work. Coming up with five distinct subraces meant a lot of drawing! Oh boy! This started as a re write of the Dryad race because I didn’t think the Dryad race i found online was super playable, but it kinda gotta away from me a bit so I left dryads behind and these are fully homebrewed! The main carry overs from dryads are the +2 wisdom that they all get, and the no metal caveat in the weaponry proficiencies.

I spent some time researching different culture’s mythology on dryads and similar creatures. Wikipedia has a handy list of similar folklores at the end of the dryad entry (im not linking cos tumblr screws w posts w external links, but you can check it out yourself if youre curious). Basically I picked a few and wrote down some notes on each one so each subclass had a distinct feeling to it.

The Deep Forest subclass is based off hamadryads. Super long life, connected to a specific tree (i removed the life or death thing and just made it birthed by a tree, cos having a tree that if cut would killed you seemed unbalanced to me), that sorta thing. Cos they’re based on Oak trees, and Oaks are fairly hardy, I gave them some good survival type stuff. I didn’t want long, unfamiliar names so I changed it from Hamadryad to Deep Forest. Also I really didn’t want them to hark back to dryads and just Hamad had a weird ring to it to me

Gillie Du got to pretty much keep it’s name tho. Originally it’s Ghillie Dhu, and there was nothing wrong w that but i wanted things a bit simple in the name department. Ghillie Dhu is a Scottish fairy who (to drastically summarise him) lives in a marsh and plays tricks on people. As I said earlier, I wasn’t using these sources as gospel, just as flavour affects, so the Gillie Du subrace became a more water based thing with the breathing under water and swim speed.

Desert Walkers probably changed most from their original material. I started with the Salabhanjika, a sculpture found in india that’s always got a tree and a musical instrument in it. I wanted a bit of size range (i had to talk myself out of making one of them Large size cos it got too op, but I wanted to so bad) so they got the Small tag, then because India is a hot country and I already had a sub class more tightly woven in with fruit trees I made it more desert based, giving some good boosts to travelling related skills. I really love playing Small races and I wanna play as one of these now, it feels built for a ranger but I think it could make a kickass wizard tbh

The Maliade are based on the Epimelides, who were a kind of nymph associated with apple trees and sheep. I extended that association to fruit trees and all farm animals cos i didn’t want to cramp anyones roleplaying incase someone really wanted to be a Maliade who’s buddies with a bull and makes three magic dragon fruits every day. There’s no information beyond that on wikipeida, but I didn’t have any subrace who had a close relationship with people, so they got that. I like this one, I think the skills are pretty useful in a lot of small ways

And the Kodama! The Kodama are the only ones who actually got to keep their original name. Kodama are a Japanese spirit that inhabit trees. They can also be seen as Mountain Gods. So these guys got the mountain skills. Spider climb is a great skill, but when coupled with a slower speed I thought they cancel out pretty comfortably to make a balanced race. The Kodama has a brief description on wikipedia, but it’s terrifying, “small, white humanoids with large, rattling heads and mask-like features, with asymmetrical black dots for eyes and mouth, and move similar to bobbleheads.” I took the essence of this (pale skin, dark eyes) and dropped the rest. A lot of people (myself included) like their characters to be sexy, and that ain’t hot to me

Click through to read a transcript of the race if the font above is too small/blurry.

I’m gonna be making more of these and if there’s some interest I’ll start doing some stuff on Patreon, let me know if you thinks that’s something worthwhile. I’ve got a race in the works now that is like a living statue. Super slow but super durable. It’s a bit min/max but could be fun for some campaigns

Nature Spirits

Nature Spirits are a known phenomenon, a wandering essence of the land who appear commonly in the land. Some Nature Spirits are chosen and come into being through a birth touched by the land, some choose the path themselves and give their souls over to the land, some are simply brought into being by the powers of the land. It is a difficult life as a Nature Spirit, your priority is not yourself rather the protection and love of your home land. You have features and traits specific to the type of land you hail from.

Varied Childhoods

Each Nature Spirit is different, some wander far from their home, travelling and researching the world at large to better safeguard the continued life of their land. Others never leave and are rarely if ever seen by a civilised person. Some live in harmony with the people of their land, others seek to drive out humanoid peoples. You path in life is up to you, but the land you are from is your home and your priority.

Nature Spirit Traits

Ability Score Increase: Your Wisdom score increases by two.

Languages: You speak Common and Sylvan

Weapon Proficiency: You are proficient with the quaterstaff, club, greatclub, and slings. You cannot use this proficiency to use metal weapons and must use naturally found projectiles (such as wood, stone, nuts) for your sling. If your Class gives you proficiency in any of these weapons the metal caveat no longer applies

Alignment: Nature Spirits can have any alignment, but their loyalty lies with the land that powers them

Choose one from the following Racial Variants

Deep Forest

These spirits emerge from an ancient tree once in the trees lifetime, sometimes living incorporeally their whole lives, other times taking humanoid form to explore their forest in that way. They are ancient, tough, and fast, living the longest of any of their brethren Nature Spirits. Their hair forms as moss does atop their head. They are the least likely to leave their home unless they must.

Age: You age slowly, up to about 1000 years, and you age in time as a human would, at 80 years old you appear 8, at 900 years old you appear as a 90 year old human

Size: Medium

Speed: Your speed is 35ft

Ability Score Increase: Your Strength score increases by one.

The Hard Trek: Rough and difficult terrain does not affect you

Vision: You have Darkvision to a distance of 60ft

Survivalist: You are proficient in the Survival skill

Gillie Du

The Gillie Du find home wherever land meets water, be it ocean, river bank, or a swampy marsh. They are generally cheerful and occasionally make themselves known as a trickster to strangers in their land. Their skin is a dusky green tone but otherwise they appear somewhat elven. They can be born of humanoids, but more often are formed over some time in their land, and very occasionally a humanoid will show such a loyalty to the land that they turn into a Gillie Du. They are comfortable in both water and on land, but prefer land.

Age: You are fully grown at about 40 years old and do not age until your death at about 700 years of age.

Size: Medium

Speed: Your speed is 30ft, and your swim speed is 30ft

Ability Score Increase: Your Dexterity score increases by one.

Powerful Lungs: You can hold your breath for fifteen minutes plus a number of minutes equal to your Constitution modifier (minimum of zero)

Vision: You have Darkvision to a distance of 60ft

Sleep with Ease: You can cast the Alarm spell once a day without components

Desert Walker

Desert Walkers are born in deserts and find themselves comfortable in a hot climates. They are the most inhuman in appearance, still humanoid but with grey black skin, ears that connect behind their heads, and everlastingly young. Their age, of course, is not reflected in their appearance and they often speak with an experience that startles people. They are soft spoken and have learned from the many cultures they have encountered in their time.

Age: You live up to roughly 200 years, always appearing someone younger than an adult

Size: Small

Speed: You move quickly despite your size. Your speed is 30

Ability Score Increase: Your nomadic lifestyle has caused you to meet with the odd civilisation and learn from many varied cultures. Your Intelligence score increases by one

Inexhaustable: You have advantage against effects that will cause Exhaustion

Fire: You can cast the Cantrip Produce Flame

Musically Gifted: You have proficiency in one musical instrument of your choice

Keep an Eye Out: You have Expertise in the Perception skill

Endurance: You do not need to eat

Maliade

The Maliade Spirits are the most civilised, often the child of a townsperson who is touched by the powers of nature. They grow up with a community of humanoids in a small town hidden in the forest, or a larger city connected to an expanse of untouched flora. They are Medium size even if their birth parents are Small or Large, their size is determined by their Nature Spirit soul. They are friendly with animals and people alike, used to the constraints of town life as well as the freedom beyond. They are the most normal in appearance, the least likely of their kin to turn heads

Age: You age at the same rate as the average human, and die at roughly 100 years of age

Size: Medium

Speed: Your speed is 30ft

Ability Score Increase: Your Charisma score increases by one.

Language: You can speak to all farm animals

A Good Fruit: Everyday you can create four fruits of your choice, each feeds the average person for a day and restores 2 Hit Points. You cannot use this abiliy again until your next long rest

Find a Ride: At 3rd level you can cast Find Steed once a day, you are restricted to animals that would be normally found in a farm such as a horse, sheep, or cow.

Cook: You are proficient in Cooks Tools

Kodama

The Kodama are usually the result of a lost traveller or explorer who commits their life to protecting the land they’ve found and accepts the physical changes that entails. They are drawn to the roads and paths through their mountain range, watching and learning the different plants, animals, and humanoids that grow and pass through. They are pale skinned with dark irises and are generally more lean than strong.

Age: You live up to 400 years, aging to appear as a human would in their 60s

Size: Medium

Speed: You’re used to moving carefully across treacherous mounains, as such your speed is 25ft

Ability Score Increase: The mountains are a hard life. Your Constitution score increases by one

Natural Defence: You are more likely to defend yourself than attacked, as such once a day you can cast Barkskin

A Life of Climbing: You are forced to carefully climb your way throug life, leaving you with an ability most professional climbers would marvel at. You can Spiderclimb, climbing across walls and roofs live gravity doesn’t affect you

Sight: You have 30ft of Darkvision

[unproduciblesmackdown]

let's see those Prime Numbers for the ask meme

2) favorite albums?

well i was Ready for kesha’s album Warrior to come out in iiii think it was the end of 2012 or early 2013?? i snuck out to that tour in dc that summer also. totally solid album and it was fun to have something so fun during a totally Not Fun period lol. i was also pretty into owl city at the exact same time lmao, that’s Blatantly for when you’re depressed lol...and i also eventually saw that guy on tour when a new album came out in 2015, and that was fun too, and was Enjoying Myself a factor in the tipping point of “ah jeez i gots 2 get outta here” that i had in the next month? maybe! and uhhh i listened a lot to the phoenix te amo album. that one wasnt tied to anything at all but i have heard it So much. super short and also rock solid and relistenable. and then here we are and the bmc obcr is a gift to the world b/c a) it exists and b) Cuz It All Slaps and c) it’s so fun to either sing or dance along, or cry along if it’s the agtikbi reprise and d) lgw... and e) all the eternal, well-mixed wroland vocals

3) favorite memes?

oh god lmao idk......real earlier 10s stuff was the I Say Hey he-man meme, and the “that really rustles my jimmies” meme which was real underrated......there’s been plenty of Memes where i’ve been like “this one is funny to me Every Time” but of course now looking back on it it’s like. what’s a meme??? Vine

(skipping 5 & 11 cuz that’s the Entirety of someone else’s ask and i don’t wanna just have to scrap theirs completely and i’ll get to it next!!)

11) favorite fanarts?

you know what, there’s continuously been a ton of amazing fanart where i’m like, i’m so glad i’m seeing this, & this is Artistic Fuel, and marge simpson anime has really been just this Standout Experience lmao like......idk for as Inspiring as it is, there’s only a couple things i’ve drawn that are Directly inspired, but i just flip for it all the time and like, it’s supremely expressive and like, comics that aren’t chronological but more like a Collage Of a Moment / Concept which i think is super cool and also i love when stuff reminds me that it doesn’t have to look ~super cleaned up~ to look great.

13) favorite people you know?

oh god this one really got out of control lol i started like, talking about everyone ever from this past decade. so for Convenience i’m interpreting this as “people *i* know, but they don’t know me” so that i can cheat and say will roland, voted person of the year 2019. by extension, essential supporting crew who helped us reach this point, like john simpkins or joe iconis. leave it at that!! it’s 5am and you know i’m not lying. who knew where going “wow, This guy” in late 2018 would have so much Value.

17) a fandom you wish more people were in/you had more people to talk to about?

oof hmm.......amnesia tdd didn’t really have a “fandom” even though it obviously got a lot of attention, it’dve been fun if it had though lol. it’s tricky to answer this one cuz i always prefer like, smaller fandoms and/or finding the Niche or some other way of just like, interacting with a small corner of things, so i’m never like wow god damn wish i’d been absolutely in the thick of it with this thing. i’ve been in Corners n Niches and it’s been fine by me, really

19) a fandom that you had the best time in?

HMM lol.........marble hornets sure was fun but like, a lot of that was just the content itself and not necessarily The Fan Experience, tho i sure got a lot out of it in a ton of ways. i mean tbh that’s true of each thing i’ve really Gotten Into majorly, i go hard af and then walk out the other side with these #connections or #experiences like whoa where’d these come from lol!! but really like, overall, i’m probably having the best time right now. the “fandom” is basically just our agenda lmao but like i said i’m always having the best time when it’s a pretty niche deal, And the sheer variety of Contents n Characters to draw from here is super nice, and the fact that it’s like, oh yeah and i’m finally recognizing this should’ve-been-obvious entire Passionne i’ve had since always, and that’s great too, and like, also just having the Variety Of Live / Current Unfoldings that go down.....like, everyone havin fun with the Joe Iconis Xmas Xtrav was entirely great. and just the Engagement level is basically the best, cuz like there’s the times where maybe i’ll get a zillion notes and that’s definitely fun in its own way but i always enjoy just the way smaller amount of ppl who are Particularly Enthusiastic, and like, there’s times where like, maybe i’m *technically* in this larger circle of ppl but like, totally more of like a Tangent or peripheral to that circle or whatever lol........this feels like a really solid balance of like, being sorta in this orbit of people in a chill way, but also definitely the direct interactions Existing, which is always important lol but hasn’t always been a constant throughout my Fandom Experiences at all

23) who were you at the beginning of this decade?

2009-2010 was a real distinct year lol i was in my second year of college in the middle of my teens, when i’d hardly really been getting to Explore My Interests Freely up to that point and still wasn’t, but all of a sudden it’s like goddamn i have to figure out my major???? and i’m like, obviously in the middle of only just now Really getting to figure out my identity in this deeper and more genuine way, thanks to being lucky enough to Live On Campus and be away from home like, 2/3 of the year, but i was just like, oh god i’m in Stress Hell now all the time cuz like. i’m trying to figure out my whole thing and what my ~Career~ should be and i just have no idea but am like, trying super hard all the time lol it was not successful and i was just really stressed about it all the time. i was def quieter back then.....pretty lonely at the time, i did not get into mh and gain the presence of any Online Friends until late 2010, and i hadn’t yet been sort of accepted by a small faction of theatre people via my roommate’s connections.....i wasn’t at all Out yet, and was def In Progress of figuring it all out.....i didn’t have nearly the Self-Esteem i have now lmao, it was Not a great time and in a lot of ways ‘09-’10 was the start of a downturn into Worse Than Usual Times, though in Other ways it was definitely an upturn lol like. the latter related to stuff that was important to me / who i am, the former tied to the situations i was in and the godawful morale that resulted

29) a time when the worst case scenario happened but you pulled through?

well by the end of 2012 i had my Wrath Parent deluxe mad at me big time, AND i was stuck at home all of thee time with that (not at all hours but. every day.) it was terrible!!! tf was going on in 2013, cuz that shit was definitely like, a gross blur of a lot of indistinct misery. and then, relatedly, when it was so shitty in 2015 that i was like fantastic, i am so officially sick of this i’m outta here. i revisited some Misery Posts from that period lately for someone stranger on twitter’s project or something, and boy i was having a bad time Summer Of ‘15 lol, things not getting better at home And a job that was so shitty that it was like..................bye. lol. and then i spent a year living out of a minivan. which was real lucky in ways b/c like. infinitely better than if i had not had that minivan. and when that broke down i was also then lucky enough to have this friend who was relatively nearby who’d also been willing to just like, set me up to Not have to ask the lgbt center where that trans-friendly forest zone a couple cities over was. nothing as dramatic as it could’ve been, fortunately

31) a time you were scared?

hmmm when leaving The Parents Home overnight, that was intimidating. bit of completely jumping into the unknown there, and also like, when you spend your lifetime assuming that Someone’s Arbitrary Wrath will be uponst you always, it’s hard to shake that sense of dread and doom, like ah jeez i am really potentially bringing hell on myself here........and like i mentioned with Start Of The Decade, there was just a ton of fear there all the time lol, trying to figure out virtually overnight The Whole Of Who I Am And What I Want when i’d only just even gotten to start......also i wanna say i maybe came out in 2011?? and i sort of also felt obligated to come out to my parents also (plus i think i was giving them like, one last chance to surprise me and be decent and kind of Grow Up themselves even tho i was the like, 16 y.o.) which yknow, kids you do not have to come out to anyone at all. someone was talking the other day abt how they didn’t think lgbtq “discourse” had evolved as much as you’d hope over the past decade, but idk about that, it's only a little bit of a wildly complex topic, and for starters Online Trans “Discourse” of a decade back was wayyyyyy in a vastly different place than it is now, leaps and strides really. so the way to ~really~ do it was presented kind of more rigidly i think. anyways i did it via email and was incredibly stressed to even open the reply a couple days later lol......which ended up being really weird and vague, and then there was a phone call where no one brought it up, and the only result was increased ire and resentment :( ........and then there was still like, cops encounters! near or not-as-bad-as-they-could’ve-been vehicular collisions! but tbh generally my reaction to the latter was underwhelming, except for one particular time when i was a passenger and also tense af for the rest of the ride. that’s it for Immediate fear really lol......oh wait one time i was at this decent sized Convention Panel Event and when i’m nervous i can Only talk more (it’s possible!!) and i snuck into line for the q&a and Right when i got to the mic (intimidating) they were like oop we’re low on time, lightning round!! :’] that was obviously more just a crapton of l’anxiete

37) a fashion that fell out of style that you wish would make a resurgence?

were Gladiator sandals this decade? the strappy deals that like, went up the ankles / calves? that was in fashion for a year or two and i’m into it. i like sandals and that kind of drama

41) something you learned a lot that not a lot of other people might know about?

i don’t know that i learned way a lot of anything that’s real in-depth knowledge and niche lore.........i have learned Nothing

43) an important relationship (of any kind) you had?

i had???? lmao well either way let’s say current relationships count and like, pretty much everyone in my Sphere i value a lot! i never like, have or have had a ~close~ ring of ppl around me lol like i thought it was lucky if i talked to someone Every Day (and not at all the Usual thing) and now it’s more likely that i talk to two people every day and maybe that sounds sarcastic but it’s not at all lol. i know my social stats aren’t impressive but i so appreciate what i get to enjoy and have. and other Connections might be way more like, we are friendly acquaintances, we talk on rare occasions, we haven’t talked at all in ages, we talk but only to trade cute pics of cats, Etc etc, but i seriously do appreciate all of everyone who’s cool who i get to interact with in any way and like, be in each other’s spheres and Not just like, absolutely on nobody’s radar. also obviously soph you are here in that list in case i wasn’t implying it good enough lol it is 5am and god knows deciphering what i say at any time can be its own challenge.....ur Epic Highs and Lows of bmc 3.0 is so good lmao

[franeridart]

are you going to draw more of that lovely erasermic? :o

Unless I find reasons to stop shipping them in the near future, then sure~ as I said, I really like that ship

Anon said:i love it when you draw chris and josh, you should do it more!! Your oc's are great!!

THANK YOU! I’m really really happy to hear you like them! I draw them just as much as I wish to, tho haha

Anon said:THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US WITH MORE CHRIS!!

Anon said:Honestly I love your ocs so much! I like seeing your fanart because you really flesh out characters we don't get enough development of, but I really love seeing your ocs. I can tell you love them and enjoy drawing them just by looking at it, and that makes me love them even more! You're a wonderful artist!

SOB thank you!!!!! holy heck!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O; I can’t believe how much love my kids get hahaha I’m so so grateful aaahhhh!!!!

Anon said:Okay, so I was just going to tell you how great your comic is (and it is), but I just read your last ask to that anon, and I'm sorry, but deku didn't do nothing to gain his quirk? Like, what? He risked his life and almost killed himself trying to say his exfriend/then bully? That isn't just "being nice"? He didn't know all Might would save him? He risked his life even though he was powerless just to help another person? He earned the quirk, all Might said so in the second episode, like, what?

Since you don’t seem to want a polite and civil exchange of opinions on this, and are actually being incredibly rude here (whether you meant for it or not, I don’t know) I hope you won’t mind me keeping this as short as I can. All Might worked in the beginning of the bnha manga as a textbook definition of a deus ex machina, came around, solved an otherwise unsolvable plot point out of the blue bending the laws that had just been established for that universe, and Deku literally (literally) didn’t have to go through any conscious trial, soul-search or any other self-aware journey with the intention of fixing his own problem. All he did was to be heroic and to be quirkless, which for him are circumstances since those are innate traits of his character. And the only singular thing he has is that he’s quirkless, his heroic personality is shared by all of UA (Mina acted in the exact same way in Kirishima’s backstory as he did to save Bakugou, didn’t get any cool op powers out of it)

All Might was supposed to give OfA to Mirio, the literal most heroic character in bnha, a boy who had been working his ass off to become a proper hero since he was a child, but instead he found a quirkless kid and decided that he deserved a chance to become a hero too. I’m not saying that’s not true, or that Deku didn’t deserve it. I’m saying that he didn’t actively or consciously do anything to gain that power. He simply acted in a way true to his self, and that was it.

I’m gonna have to make present to you that the next time I get an ask with that tone in my inbox I’m blocking you without answering. I’m not here to be called an idiot by the first random stranger I find online, if you want a conversation with me all I’m asking is for you to be polite, that’s not too much at all in my opinion.

Anon said:Your last BakuShima comic was so cute!!! AAAAA!! 💖

Thank you!!! I’m super happy you liked it!!!!!! :O

Anon said:I love you. So much right now. Can I give you a virtual hug because I swear

I dunno what I did to deserve this but SURE *holds u back*

Anon said:do you think you'd ever sell any minajirou merch? (maybe like the one with the flower background) because if you do i would buy 20 (not literally but,, i think you get the point) Sorry if this sounds annoying or anything! im just curious

Not annoying at all!!! If I remember right the one I posted was a bit small tho, I’ll have to see if I can work with the size in a way that would fit the default redbubble dimensions... if I can’t I’ll be sure to make the next one big enough to fit, tho!!!! And thank you for wanting to buy my stuff!!!!! :O

Anon said:I'M NOT THAT ANON BUT I CAN HELP W MOMOJIROUS & yes we totally agree they're fuckin gay and canon there's no doubts here. SO anyway I at least see them liking in each other exactly what you said- they have what the other lacks (or thinks they do), and still find the other to understand them and be interested in them in every sense of the word, also tol and beauty and smol and cute are def the first thoughts about each other, damn maybe I should have thought about word limit I need more space

Awwww anon I thank you for trying to explain to me why they work!!! But that’s not the problem I have with it at all haha I understand the ship on a superficial level perfectly, that’s why I ship it! I just can’t seem to find myself in the relationship anywhere, so empathizing with it comes harder than it does when it’s MinaJirou haha

Anon said:you draw kirishima's eyes so pretty I can't look away from them

THANK YOU Kirishima’s eyes are super pretty in canon, I’m so so happy I can portray that in my style well enough!!!!! :O

Anon said:Ok, sorry for going through ur hq!! tag sjeow, oh gosh I love ur art and ur art style and I love the way I draw the boys !!!! Aaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! Thank u for blessing my night!!!! I hope something makes ur day the way going through ur art *cough* again *cough* made my day!!! (Also a question: what's ur second fave ship from hq!! after bokuroo?? )

MATSUHANA :O and thank you so so so so much for liking my stuff!!!!!!! I hope you’re having a great day today too, anon!!!

Anon said:I love you Fran, but I completely disagree with what you told the last anon about the idea behind bnha. You had me with the positivity concept, and I would also love it if eri could fix mirio and nighteye, but the rest of that was just so far off to me; and probably for many other fans in this community. Like, first, a story does not have to be the level of snk or dgray man to have bad things happen. That is how all story telling has been since the beginning of time.

A good narrative story is never straight sunshine and happiness throughout, even if it doesn't involve death. People don't just enjoy the bad things that happen in a story because it's realistic or because it's sad, they enjoy it because that is how a story and it's characters grow. They make mistakes and learn from them; these moments help the characters change and pushes them forward through every new obstacle. 

 It helps drive them and gives their stories/actions/ideals meaning and gives the audience a reason to care. And that is where I wonder if we are even reading the same story, because this concept is shown throughout the entirety of bnha. It is no where near the "positive-to-a-naive-point" you seem to believe it is. The story starts off with a weak, defenseless deku being beaten by his once best friend?

Like, I really don't want to sound condescending, but I don't understand how you could come to this conclusion. Bakugou has an inferiority complex from hell and suffers constantly from his own inner turmoil, todoroki has an an abusive father with a horrid childhood, iida's brother/idol was paralyzed and almost killed, shigaraki unknowingly killed his parents as a child, toshinori may still be alive, but all might (the hero) is gone to the world forever,

eri was used and experimented on HER ENTIRE LIFE, believing she was a disease to the world and could only cause suffering. I could go on for pages about the suffering these characters have ALREADY gone through- but that is okay, because the story is better for it. Because we as an audience wouldn't have cared nearly as much for deku's gain of one-for-all, if it wasn't for the trials and turmoil he faced his whole life living as a quirkless child;

Bnha is a positive story, but it does not rely solely on positivity to get by. It is a story about determination; to push back against adversity, to go on even in the face of the unknown or impossible; even if fate itself is against you. It's about climbing your mountains and beyond that, dare I say, beyond plus ultra. It's is not trying to adhere to its genre, it's is trying to be everything the genre could be and more, and as succeeded thus far.

Which is why I can understand the disappointment from the last anon, because solving everything through friendship and "hand holding" has become a norm in this genre specifically- and bnha is anything but quick and easy ways out.

Sorry if this is long, and I really hope you don't take this as an attack against you or your opinion. If that is all bnha is to you, and if that is how you perceive the show, who am I to say you are wrong. But I hope you understand what I have said at least, because you still are a huge inspiration to me as an artist and in this community. Hope the rest of your day goes alright.

Alright, first off, if you don’t want to come off as condescending try and maybe don’t be condescending. I’m nearly sure you didn’t do this consciously, considering how you ended the rant, but going “are we even reading the same story” when you supposedly want a civil exchange of opinions is the worst thing you could do ever. You pretty much said “I don’t wanna disregard your opinion but here is a list of reason why you’re wrong and I’m right”, please next time you mean to keep it civil try and avoid that, because that sounds just as bad as you’d assume.

Second, I thank you for the recap of all the tragic backstories bnha gave us, but my answer was about conclusions to arcs, not beginnings. I literally never once said that bnha is a happy-go-lucky story from start to end, I only said it made an habit of reaching for the best possible conclusion it could ever go for by the end of every arc up until now.

“The story starts off with a weak, defenseless deku being beaten by his once best friend”, sure (aside from the “once best friend”, Deku and Bakugou were never friends to begin with, please do reread the second Kacchan vs Deku for Bakugou’s view on their relationship) that’s how the story starts, and it ends with Deku with the strongest quirk on the planet, mentored by his childhood hero, with a civil and friendly rivalry with his childhood bully, on his way to become the number one hero, happy and loved and respected. “”Bakugou has an inferiority complex from hell and suffers constantly from his own inner turmoil” again, sure, and he could have given in to it and become a villain or let his terrible personality just become worse and worse, every single bad thing happened to him could have made him closer to a bad guy or given him good reasons to go against the heroes, and instead he’s working to become better, is loved and cherished, has friends that will build him up and care for him and risk their lives for him, and is actually in a way healthier place than he was in the beginning. “Todoroki has an an abusive father with a horrid childhood” SURE and now he’s got his mother back, he’s learnt to be the bigger person and put distance between himself and his father to instead use him to reach his own goals, is happy and has friends and, again, he’s supported and loved and is in a way happier place than he was in the beginning. “Toshinori may still be alive, but all might (the hero) is gone to the world forever” yes, and in any other manga the reveal would have brought a whole damn lot of drama and people calling him a fraud and turning against him, but instead that scene is the most heartwarming one in the whole manga, the whole world supporting and loving him and yelling his name to cheer him on

I could go on, but I think I made it pretty clear? Every single arc, be it a character arc or a story arc, starts tragic to end up with the most positive outcome you can have for it. There isn’t one arc that has had a tragic conclusion yet. So is it really that weird for me to think it’s believable and not surprising at all that Eri’s story, for however tragic it might have started as, could also have a happy ending? That this manga never tried to present itself as one in which things can and will turn out for the worse?

I’m not even sure exactly what your incredibly long ask was about, man. What were you trying to prove to me? Which part of the answer I gave were you trying to disprove? You just went on about how sad everyone was at the beginning of the manga as if that proved somehow that Horikoshi isn’t actively working to give everyone the happiest future they could have. 

A recap of my answer is: “I personally don’t mind Eri having a fix-it quirk because it fits well in Nighteye’s plot and falls perfectly in line with how every other arc has turned out for the best up until now”

And you came at me with an eight asks long rant that can be summed up in “you’re wrong because people in the beginning of the story were sad”

Listen. I’m always open to conversations about different opinions and takes on a story. But, again, I’m gonna need you to be polite about it and open to an equal exchange. Simply going at the end “I hope you won’t feel attacked” and “have a nice day” isn’t enough if for the rest of the rant you talked to me as if you were assuming I’m an idiot. And I’m actually gonna need you to properly read my answers before trying to follow up with them, next time. Please. I don’t have the time to rephrase my answers sixty times just because people keep answering without actually reading them.

[beedalee]

Bee’s Modest Art Arsenal

I made a comprehensive list of all the stuff I typically use to make art as of right now. It’s not meant to be an end-all-be-all for art supplies by any means, just... stuff I like! And it’s largely affordable whenever possible, yay!!! Some of my favorite art products I find completely on accident or in unlikely places so never be afraid to give it a shot if it calls to you! My list is under the cut, and ofc, all photos are not mine and used purely for educational purposes.

Paper & Sketchbooks

Printer paper (the cheapest kind anyway) is absolutely fine if it’s what’s accessible and convenient, especially if you’re just doing warmups and concepts! I like to keep paper and recycle it in some way too- and some printer/junkmail paper is REALLY nice!! Typically though I prefer bound sketchbooks to keep track of my growth better. I seek specific textures and weights that are better suited to more aggressive mediums, like watercolor and marker. Printer paper is flimsy and really only for dry media!

So for more experimental mixed medium drawing, like markers, paint, watercolor, heavy inks, scrap-booking and collage stuff, I own these:

Shown above are: Strathmore Mixed Media 400 series, Canson XL watercolor paper, Canson XL mixed media paper. Each pad was between 5-9 dollars depending on the size you want, and you can find these at many stores; Joann’s, Micheal’s, Walmart, Staples, etc.

As for sketchbooks- I don’t swear by a brand but here’s what I look for: I prefer wire bound or coptic binding, because both allow the book to lay flat (unlike classic “book” case binding) Also, texture is veeeery important to me! I like very smooth bright white paper that isn’t too thin for sketching and inking. It’s a small personal thing, but because I’m left handed, the more textured paper is the more I smudge it to hell and back. (;￣ー￣川

Pencils & Erasers

For general sketching, I prefer mechanical pencils (but I always keep some wooden pencils around too just in case I need something softer) I’ll use just about any brand or size lead, but my personal favorite is 0.5mm lead, and comfort grips are essential for your artist’s finger bump!!! The two pencils I use the most are a Bic Velocity and Pentel whose label has been smudged off... but again, ANY brand is seriously fine. Some people like standard .7 or even .9 could be good for you if you’re prone to breaking lead!

(Disclaimer: I have virtually no experience with those fancy different lead size HB wood pencils because it smudges so i don’t want it.... (ʘ‿ʘ);;; )

Red and blue sketching pencils are useful because when you scan it, you have the option of editing out JUST the blue or red channel in your art program, leaving only the refined sketch or inks. If you don’t have easy access to an art store that carries these kinds (or just love rainbows like me) use erasable colored pencils for more or less the same effect.

95% of the time, I don’t trust erasers on the tip of any pencil. Ever. My family has a bad habit of hoarding pencils for years or buying cheap ones with cute prints, so the erasers ALWAYS suck. Instead, I use an entirely separate selection of erasers. 

Shown above are Faber-Castell eraser 3pack, Prismacolor kneaded rubber, and Pentel’s hi-polymer eraser. They’re relatively easy to find, though Pentel’s may be the easiest in a pinch, and you get a bunch for a low price!  Those pointy pencil topper erasers work as well if you want something smaller tho!

Kneaded rubber is really useful if not making a eraser crumb mess is very important to you or your work, effective and very gentle. (and gross looking after a while... like a grey poo... but it’s fun to play with?) I always have a big fat eraser like these around for erasing large areas- I prefer them a LOT over pink erasers, which occasionally do the dreaded smudge or dry out. and then smudge. HHNGGH

Pictured above are Papermate TUFF STUFF eraser stick (and a refill), Pentel’s Clic Eraser, and Clic Eraser refills. The refills are almost always exactly next to the product itself.

So you have a big eraser! But for detail work and hard to reach spaces, that fat nub might make you want to pull your hair out as you accidentally erase the face you spent 15 minutes perfecting. These are probably one of my favorite tools, and I’ve used them since I was 14! Pentel’s eraser is great for moderate to fine detailing, and then I recently found Papermate’s at a Dick Blick. It may be the most elusive (I mean.. we have the internet now so...) but it’s INCREDIBLE for detail erasing. I’m super finicky about precision, so these are heavenly for me.

Pens & Markers

For inking and lining, I turn to these! They’re pretty accessible in many stores now-a-days (Sakura used to be so hard to find). Shown here are Sakura Micron Pigma 8 pack and Staedtler Pigment Liner 4pack. Staedler was my first baby-bee brand and the quality is still good, even if I prefer Sakura now because of the wide variety of nib sizes. You can also find Sakura in singles in art stores like DickBlick or Jerry’s Artarama probably! Liners are waterproof and archival, and take a lot of punishment under wet media or on top (though I’d always encourage letting it dry first.)

Shown above are Sakura Micron Gelly Roll Metallic and Classic White Gel Pens! Gel pens were a super cool fad back in the 2000s for me but now they actually serve a REALLY handy purpose. You could use them to highlight or detail just about anything, but I especially find the metalic and white gelpens very useful. The metals are great to add a bit of bling to a drawing, shine your rendered metal, or just add sparkles. ✧☆✧ (و｡･｀ω´･｡)و  The white is GREAT for tan, gray, or black paper- or to highlight areas in hair or eyes- AND to white out small oopsies without having to use actual white out. I highly recommend getting a 3 pack of these guys!

I also recommend ballpoint pens. Yes, those random ones all over your house, given out for free at banks or offices- any old ballpoint pen (that isn’t on the verge of dying.) The difference between sketching in pencil, inking art, and using pen is that ballpoint pen is all the permanence without the refinement of inking. I looove using ballpoint to sketch messy stuff, to mess up and start over. plus, it also comes in a billion colors, and you don’t feel bad writing with them normally or losing them when you travel. It isn’t waterproof so it will bleed if you put marker or watercolor on it, but... sometimes i do it anyway! 8) 

I currently use Spectrum Noir and Prismacolor Alcohol markers. SN are in packs of 6 for 14.99, but if you’re like me, a joann’s 50% off coupon can net these sets for 7.50 apiece. I got the prismacolor 12 pack for my birthday, and I like to collect a few certain colors on occasion, but the money saved on the SN makes that splurge possible. I think the quality is really great for the price, even if I am still pretty novice at marker coloring. I write a bit more about these here!

Digital Art Tools

10x6.25 in Monoprice Tablet (and some AAA batteries) (You can probably find bigger or more updated models for the same price by now, as well.)

Love this tablet! REALLY affordable (70-80) and such a trooper- I’ve battered this thing with water and heat and cold and it’s still as resilient as ever. I think I’ve changed the single AAA battery in my pen like... 3 times max in the 4-5 years I’ve owned it. I’ve disabled the “close window” hotkey (bc I’m LEFT HANDED AND HIT IT ALL THE TIME) but otherwise it’s a really great tablet, does exactly what it should. Works with windows 7 well, but I can’t give a review of it on any other OS.  More about it here.

I use Easy Paint Tool Sai and Photoshop 7 for text/editing (though I’d like to upgrade to CS2 in the future), but free/purchased art programs are vast and endless, so it’s really up to your personal taste... and this post is already long enough!

So, that’s about it for now! Those are all the essentials I like at the moment- everything else is experimental, which is always encouraged!!! Expand your horizons!! Have fun!! Go draw a thing!

[glitchborn]

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Tagged by: @pxgtails​ ( Thank you deary! )

Mun name: Mem OOC Contact: IM or Discord ( Osneaka the Sneaky #5411 )

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

A blast from the past and a culmination of everyone’s favorite        plus plenty of lesser known , and modern        glitches from the Pokemon games , all wrapped into one neat , almost eldritch-y package and labeled ‘MissingNo.’. Essentially the personification ( /pokefication ) of everything that’s ever gone wrong with your save file . If you want to go a bit deeper into how their existence is placed into actual lore?  They are the rather aloof and comparatively freshly-aware and weak antithesis of Arceus ( hence the super serious nickname ‘Glitch Satan’ ). It’s not a ‘balance’ thing , they haven’t been poking holes in reality for a super long time in the name of natural order or anything of that sort . They’re just a glitch in the whole dealio . tldr; Arceus created the universe? MissingNo. messes their creation up and coughs inconspicuously . 

Points of interest:

For the standard form they take on this blog :

- They basically embody the ‘popular image’ of androgyny . - They are very expressive with their face . Maybe too expressive , it can make them appear disingenuous . Almost like they have an outsider’s knowledge of how society expects to communicate or something . - Try not to leave electronics around them ? - Or anything really . But especially electronics . - Oh , and Pokemon eggs . Keep those away too unless you want them to turn into a booster pack of possibilities . - They are fascinated by very objective ideals ( the ideas of fate , miracles , justice , revenge , etc. ) and use them in conversation as though they aren’t weirdly heavy concepts to invoke out of nowhere . - They can create temporary Pokemon in order to pose as a trainer , but they get pretty glitchy and unstable after a short while . You probably won’t ever find them with the same team twice . - Really it’s difficult to list all the ways they can draw attention to themselves .  Sometimes if they aren’t paying enough attention reality just starts to get weird around them in general . - Flawless hair tho . Plus point .

What they’ve been up to recently:

- Main verse has them wandering about , sticking their nose into other people’s mostly-mundane business , often making it slightly less mundane . They try not to do anything too dramatic anymore , because it makes a certain Space & Time duo grumpy . They blend in pretty well as a human if they don’t draw a spotlight on themselves for too long though , given that they have to do the work if they want to keep their current form alive . - Alternate verses ( Pokemon setting or otherwise ) can see them almost anywhere with any great number of reasons . At their core , they simply follow the path that seems most interesting . ‘ Interesting ’ comes in all shapes and sizes and also moral compunctions . Since killing MissingNo. essentially just counts as pressing a soft reset button , there’s hardly a limitation on where or when they might show up , and what form they might take when they do .

Where to find them:

- Often in places with lots of people and Pokemon , but sorta off to the side . They observe , sometimes mess with things a bit , and currently enjoy simply playing at being human to the extent that they are able because it leads to interesting enough encounters all on its own . - People that catch their attention will often get to suffer being drawn into a sudden ( often bizarre ) discussion as though they’d been holding a conversation already for hours . - So basically MissingNo. will often find you .

Current plans:

- Just some vague ideas for AUs. Nothing really set in stone for now \(’o’)/ I’m mostly just focused on establishing their character with enough clarity to make them engaging and fun to interact with !

Desired interactions:

- All of them. - But I’d really love to see someone  essentially take them under their wing in a positive way , and help fill in the gaps of their aimlessness . Push them a little out of the ‘chaotic neutral’ territory and into the ‘chaotic good’ one maybe lol. They are aloof and don’t really emotionally invest in individual people , but that’s just because they haven’t had a reason to yet ! - And on the other end of things, I’d love to see them end up with the wrong crowd as well . They might not be easy to completely control , but they are not especially difficult to influence with the premise of entertainment . And they have the potential to be very destructive . I can see them being an appealing - albeit dangerous - tool to have at ones disposal , especially with more experience and direction .

Offered interactions:

-  Ever want to explore how your character would react when things just don’t work the way they’re supposed to ? And by things I mean time , space , and the kitchen sink ? Stop on by . - Alternatively you can give them an item and they might give you 128 back . - They’re an unstably powerful , reality-altering entity taking the form of a human being because it’s ‘fun’. Have your muse challenge them to a battle , get them both drunk at a bar , have them destroy a city for your character , let them crash your muse’s wedding , teach them to knit .  Really the world’s the limit .

Current open post/s:

*will smith poses @ this open tag*

Anything else?:

- Zero is agender and entirely pronoun indifferent . While I use they/them and it/its for them most of the time, I truly and honestly do not mind if you or your character refer to them otherwise . If your muse asks , Zero will have no preference or just say what first pops up in their head ( i.e. my own whim at the time ) . - If your character is the sort to be especially in-tune with what is or isn’t ‘natural’ , or you just feel like they would see through Zero’s ‘plain old human routine’ to any degree from the get-go , don’t hesitate to make it happen ! I figure they pass okay as just an odd , somewhat eccentric character to the average person who barely spends any time with them , but that doesn’t have to be the case with your muse !  - I imagine the fact that this character is basically an OC, and a rather powerful one , can be pretty off-putting . I mean , a character that ‘glitches reality’ is obviously a pretty extreme scope of strength ( as I think makes sense for what MissingNo. and other glitches do ) , but while I’d be excited to explore that on its own , writer's perogative means the primary verse for this blog is centered around Zero’s desire to find fulfillment and where they fit in the world , not like . . . puppet string your characters for the heck of it or something . I'm very ware of the lines between having a powerful character be powerful , and god-moding someone else's roleplaying experience . So don’t be scared of interacting with them . Use their reality-breaking problem for fun ! - On that note , Zero is physically scrawny and pathetic and also not very good at Pokemon battling. Feel free to kick them in the shin and call them a nerd. - Both mun and muse are giant memes and probably will not bite.

Tagging: ( i feel like a lot of people have done this before so I’m gonna tag... a bunch of people in hopes of finding some that haven’t lol ) @erromes​ / @materxnatura​ , @undinaes​ / @resonata​ , @rocketbcss​ , @yunafied​ , @dfndr​ , @galrannoodle​ , @zelotae​ , @judaswasaliar​ , @hippestbarista​ , @youmaythinkyouknowme​ , @adventson​ , and also you !

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[Fully Managed Auto Trading] Piggyback On The Best Trader I Know

“The Best Crypto Auto Traders” – well, this is one of the most requested posts ever by you guys and we always hesitated to do it.  On one hand, we hate auto traders, but yeah at the same time we love them. Sounds quite a bit bi-polar, true that, but this twisted feeling comes for a reason. One one hand you need really a special level of trust to hand over the ability to trade your account to a stranger – this is the risk you take and on the other hand, there is no other opportunity to get wonderful clear results about the skills of a particular group after some time. No emotions that mess up your trades, no fear the price could come back up/down again and you close the trade, as scared missing out on profits. No more hanging on Telegram and fat fingering trades into your smartphone. Just a plan and its proper execution. Well, this is the wish when it comes to auto traders for crypto signals. When researching for this post, I tried hard to get as many fresh auto trader providers together as possible. I wanted provide you guys a comprehensive shortlist.  I gave a 0.5 BTC funded account to all of them, but the results have been sobering. Not that I’d been out to get rich overnight, but over the half of the tested providers have not been really active, from the other half only two produced notable results. One of them was the Verified Crypto Group, though their bot is/was not fully automated.  But now, they have a solution for you guys – and it is great! And the head trader for this full auto trader might be a surprise for some of you guys… 

The Pro’s and Con’s of auto traded crypto signals

A crypto signals auto trader is great because…

…You can get into all of the signals, independent of your screen time and timezone.

…Live updates like moving stop/loss, target updates etc. will be executed for you

…You don’t mess up with your emotions, like FOMO or too early profit taking.

…If you have found a responsible provider, your account should be traded with proper risk management in mind – which seems to be one of the hardest things to do for newbies.

…Professional money management is an additional advantage, if included like in the discussed case here. This is a major hurdle, where many many young traders fail. You can have a great hit rate, if your money management fails, it is not worth anything.

Crypto Signals auto trader are bad because…

…The tech can mess things up which cost you money. You need to be a bit tech savvy for some auto traders and might need to have some basic knowledge to set it up in the right way. However, the discussed auto trade provider in this post is a totally hands-free solution.

…You need a provider, which you can trust. Mind you, the world of trading is also a world of gamblers and you want to avoid crypto signal provider with loose risk management (to put it friendly). If you want to have your account auto traded by professionals, someone with proper risk management is imperative.

…You must set capital aside, which you don’t touch yourself. Auto traded accounts are, well, to be traded automatically. If you cannot put a percentage of your net crypto holdings aside without touching, this is not for you. An auto trader is like a lap dancer – beautiful, but things can get nasty if you are touchy. If you fiddle with your auto trader account, as you think you know it better than your provider, run out of funds on your other accounts or whatever reasons you might mess up your own results.

So, basically we can see – there are definitely risks involved, though also a good amount of good opportunities. One thing to follow if you take the auto trader route is the following

GOLDEN RULE: USE A SEPARATE BITMEX ACCOUNT FOR YOUR AUTO TRADE PROVIDER (shameless plug: we don’t mind if you take our BitMEX link for that – you save fees, we earn a little)

Basic thoughts cleared? OK, then let’s see what the Verified Crypto Group has in stock for us to build some solid passive income growth while we sleep and dream sweetly of the next bull run.

A fully managed Auto Trader…

The news I am writing about was this plain announcement in the Verified Crypto groups yesterday:

We are working on the Platinum plus signals tier for people that have 1 to 10 BTC and don’t want to trade all the time. We will do more than just signals as we do for the Gold and Margin channel. For the Platinum plus signals, our trader Erik is in charge, and he will be providing these trades for BitMEX (long and short). The tier will be called Platinum Signals Plus, and only gold members with a basic or advanced BOT can upgrade to this platinum signals plus tier. In the beginning, it will only be BitMEX , but soon we will also add the Coinbase pro to the service.

You can sign up now because we will start with a maximum of 30 members. The service will include the auto trading function, and you will connect to the BOT with your Bitmex account, so you are still in control of your wallet.

The cost for this new service will be a fixed fee of $999,- per Bitcoin per year in your wallet per month with a max of 10BTC. If you want to join you can send me a message @verifiedcryptotraders_admin

Well, ok this tiered membership stuff is pretty complicated to wrap your head around, tho I am sure CEO Ivo will be happy to explain it within a few minutes of your time.

Yeah, I get that this offer might not be for the broad mass and everyone, but I want to explain you, why I personally will trust this service and hand my own account over: It is the trader behind this service. If you are in crypto groups for a while, you might have experienced many pseudo-experts – we try our best to present you only the real traders in our posts about crypto signals. The sad truth is that 95% of crypto traders (the ones listed on our site excluded) are either gamblers or trade triangle memes all the time.  But becoming a good trader takes time and experience – it takes years of watching prices go up and down, it takes true knowledge.

…Executed By An Excelling Trader

I don’t recommend such things easily. Many signals groups a grumpy with me, because I evaluate their service for weeks, annoy them with questions and requests to finally decline them after that torture. I know how it feels to lose money on behalf of the actions of other people and it is a numb feeling. SmartOptions became the most read resource over time when it comes to Crypto Signals, and I am proud of that, but…

Be sure I don’t recommend auto trading stuff light-hearted. I danced around this “best auto trader” post for months, to finally reject the idea of this post, the quality I found was not (yet) good enough for a shortlist. The reason why I can support this offer by Verified Crypto Traders is that I fully trust the trader behind: Erik von aka Bit Rekker.

Now it becomes a bit of a personal story, rewinding that tape back to 2012, I was active in a trading forum and saw these posts by a guy – ofte quite mean to other participants and with a badass kind of humor, but there was always that kind of knowledge shining true, that sets one apart from the other 99%. Back in these days, I signed up for a signal service myself, it was an FX signal service and there I met this guy in the customers chat, which I’ve read in the forums before.  He was actually pretty chilled and not rude at all – the vibe was there and he agreed in teaching me how to trade in exchange for showing him some website stuff. It was the beginning of an interesting ride and the beginning of a long friendship. I can tell you though, that I was personally able to observe him excelling for years in trading. He has a scientific/engineering background and developed his own trading style, based on pretty weird math stuff. Happily in his educational vids for Verified Crypto Traders and our site he skips that stuff out and remains with classical patterns and stuff.

Technical Analysis Example for the Verified Crypto Group Auto Trader

Besides, he ruled in overcoming emotions in trading effectively, from him I learned that excitement is DEAD WRONG in trading and boredom is the holy grail to achieve success when it comes to trading. Furthermore, I saw him creating many great money and risk management formulas he works with, always incorporating the compounding effect. Here you can see  some more technical analysis by him and how far a good money management can take you while minimizing the risk:

Being a trader since the 90s and living full-time on his trading income, he had chances to refine his strategies more and more to perfection and to breathe charts inside out. I often watched him trading his completely naked charts, I saw him drawing the pattern he is trading, saw him developing his own custom Fibonacci ratios and I saw him growing accounts.

I know my words grow your expectations, but I want you to consider that improved risk management/money management demands time when it comes to account growth. Depending on your account size, you might see baby steps at first. He won’t double your account overnight but takes the safe and steady route. The thing is to stay there, forget about this auto traded account – and once the compounding effect kicks in, it is likely to see you smiling all the way to the ledger in your USB slot.

So the reason, why I can really recommend this service is the trader and company behind it, as he includes all the pillars you should be looking for, before handing over your API keys:

Many years of experience (in this case far above a decade)

Emotion-free Trading

Strict Money Management Plan

Strict Risk Management

Slow and Steady Growth

Proven Track Record of being Constantly Profitable

Fully legal setup of the company, which proves its liability for its actions

The company is registered in the Netherlands under the name Verified Crypto Group B.V. Company Code: 71353003 and can be verified with the Kamer van Koophandel (Dutch Companies House). See the company registration here.

  You want a hands-free passive income in a very secure environment? Here you go. Now let this dude do his magic and let him give you a piggyback ride.

To start your passive income journey simply contact the Verified guys.

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FACT SHEET for FULLY MANAGED AUTO TRADER BY VERIFIED CRYPTO TRADERS

Official website: https://verifiedcryptotraders.com/

Telegram Contact: https://t.me/Verifiedcrypto

Pricing: $999 / Year for the Gold Membership + $999 / Year per deposited Bitcoin (max. 10 BTC)

Discount: VCTSOVIP1 (5% discount)

Further Information: Interview with VCG

Chatroom: Yes.

Exchanges: Bitmex and Coinbase Pro

  TRUSTED SIGNAL PROVIDER

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Story

M Sara was petite white girl fresh out of highschool into to college. She was very small coming in at about 5'3 90lbs. Very cute and very smart. She was also all about different cultures and learning about them. She didn’t want to be the white girl who was thought to be racist or racially insensitive. A very progressive thinker, so much soo that she opted to go to an Historically Black College. She had a 4.0 Gpa all through highschool and could of made it to any college she wanted but she talked it over with her mom and they both agreed it would be a great experience for her. Even if it was just for one year. Sara arrived on the campus to some mixed looked. Some of the student werent used to seeing a white girl on the yard. She looked around and noticed all the greek letter plaques and trees. Saw the lay of the campus and then she heard “Hey girl. Welcome to Young College. I’m Kiki and apart of the welcoming committee. You are gonna love it here” Sara: Thanks.. This is a really beautiful campus Kiki: I know right. Now lets get you moved in Just then the most beautiful black man Sara had ever see walked up to her. He was 6'10 of solid caramel color with tattoos on his arms. Muscle were popping out from his under armour shirt he had on. He had to be about 250 of just pure thickness. She was mesmerized by the swinging of his huge dick as walked up to her. Guy: Hey I’m Chase. Can I help you with moving your stuff in. Sara still in awe: I…i….i. Uhh I’m Sara and yes thank you so much. Chase grabbed her television and turned around to start walking towards the dorms. It was at the moment she notice something about Chase. HIS ASS WAS HUGEEEE!!! It was like one cheek was her whole body if she was to get in a ball. She couldn’t believe it.She knew black girls had phat asses but not guys. She watched as he walked each massive cheek moved and jiggled with each step. His ass was like something from a drawing. His tight shirt sat right on top of it. Sara thought she could just put another box on top of his ass to carry up too. She laughed to herself. She grabbed some of her bags and headed up to her dorm. Kiki: Hey Girl becareful of these boys alright. Your freshmeat and not like well us here so don’t get caught up ok Sara laughed: I will try to stay out of trouble. I’m here from work Kiki: Good keep it that way. Oh and just a heads up. There is a dorm that’s all boys dorm name Stanford Hall. I’ve seen a few girls go in there and when they come out they arent quite the same Sara: Stanford Hall..Ok…thank you ill remember that Chase: Hey I don’t know which room I’m going to He shouted Sara: OH right…here I come Sara and Chase walked in the dorm towards the elevator Sara looks at here paper of where she is staying: It says 807 Chase: Oh top floor huh. You must be smart that’s where they put all the smart girls. Sara: Well I’m ok … She said blushing at this gorgeous thick man. Sara: So..do you play sports or something Chase: Why cause I’m big and black I gotta plays sport is that what you saying Sara nervously: No no no that’s not what I’m Chase: Chill out girl im just playing. Yea I play football and basketball here. Sara laughs: haha. Oh ok Chase: You gotta loosen up girl. Sara: ahha I’ll work on that Elevator arrives finally. Her and Chase get in along with a lot of other people filling the elevator to capacity. A lot of shifting around until everybody is finally situated. Chase see’s one of his teammates enter and starts chatting it up with him. Sara cant see anything. Being 5'3 put her a disadvantage. She some how found herself in the back of the elevator corner behind Chase. Due to her height she was now face leve with his Giant Ass. Being this close to it she could now definitely tell the size of this thing was massive. She couldn’t even fathom how any body could get an ass so big. She wanted to ask him but she wasn’t so sure how he would take it. Maybe another time. Luckily for her his ass didn’t smell to bad. She was literally inches away from her face touch his ass. Chase was so big he completely blocked everything from her view by his body and ass. The elevator started to move causing Chase to scoot back. Bad new for Sara it was ass first right on her face in the corner. Sara sank deep into this giants phat ass booty. Chase didn’t even notice what happen. He was too busy talking to is teammate. And because Chase was so big people in the elevator didn’t even notice there was a person behind. Sara didn’t know what to do. Her face and part of her body was wedged almost to her ears in this ass. And that was WITH his shorts on. She didn’t want to panic and figured it was only an accident and he’d move soon. So she waited being squished in the corner buried by Chase huge booty. Luckily for her it was more soft then firm. Almost like two very large body pillows. She now started to smell the sweaty ass smell as her face was lost in his deep crack. Chase shifted back and forth while talkin to his friend moving Sara tiny face and body with each jiggle and wiggle of his cheeks. People Started getting off the elevator on each floor slowly but surely while Sara was still trapped in her ass ride up to the 8th floor. Sara thought how can he not feel a person stuck in his ass? Maybe I should scream or say something. She was starting to sweat in between his massive cheeks. Finally she heard everybody get off on the 7th floor. Chase looking around thinking “where is that white girl” Finally he walked forward to hit the closed door button and Sara’s face and body moved with him still stuck face deep in his ass. He looked back Chase: Oh Shit..You were behind me. He grabbed her head and pulled it out of his ass. Sara finally could see light and get fresh air Chase: Yo why didn’t you tap me or say something girl. My fault Sara getting back oriented: Its ….its Ok.. I was my fault Chase: You must be on some kinky shit huh hahaha. Sara kinda laughed embarrassingly Sara: I thought you’d of noticed or felt me. I didn’t wanna make a scene. That’s one way to welcome in the white girl huh ha ha Chase shaking his head: I do apologize. Sometimes this thing behind has a mind of its on. Kinda a family gift and curse. My sister and my twin brother have it. Only one who escaped was my little brother. We always say he’s adopted ahha Sara: I see They step out on the 8th floor and head to her room. He walks out first. Sara is once again in awe of his ass even more especially since she just had a personal encounter with it. Chase looks back and notices it and has a sly grin. Being that she got in on high Scholastic scholarship she got a room all to herself. Full Furnished (except the TV) They walk in he puts her tv and cords down and she puts her bags down Sara: Thank You so much. Chase flashes his smile that Sara almost just melts right there. Chase: No problem. Sorry again about my ass. Haha Sara: ha Its…its ok.. So you have a twin Chase: Yea he goes here too we room together. We are fraternal twins tho so you won’t confuse us. Well unless your behind us again haha. He’s same build as me only he dark brown. Sara: Yeah..i see.. Umm I hate to bring it up again but you honestly didn’t feel me behind you. Chase: haha sorry I didn’t . Must be the constant slaps to the ass when I play sports that has numbed it right haha. But seriously me and my bro hate this thing. Its hard to find pants. We usually wear shorts or cargos or joggers Sara: And it genetic huh.. Chase: Yea…I don’t even pay attention any more to all the looks and stares. Been with me all 21 years of my life so its whatever. Sara: oh ok. Well thaks again ..Chase Chase: Hey since your smart are you any good at Anatomy? Sara: Uh Yeah I am why. Chase: Well I suck at it. Ive have to repeat the course you think you wouldn’t mind helping me study. Sara didn’t know what to think. She had this beautiful black man in her room. With these green eyes and “to die for” smile .. she was damn near wet looking at him Chase: Sara?? Sara snaps out of it Sara: Oh yes..yea ..The least I could do since you brought my tv up. Chase: Cool. You can meet my brother too. Take my number I stay on the 5 floor of Stanford Hall. Sara took a pause: Standfor huh Chase: Yea.. He see the look on her face Chase: Oh you must of heard the rumors. Look its not what you think we just get a bad wrap because all the athletes live there. Matter of fact come see later tonight for yourself we are having small kickback. That way you can get it out your system that nothing is gonna happen to you…..that you don’t want haha just kidding Sara: Ok yea.. Yeaa ummm we’ll see. But I’ll definitely help you with your homework. Chase: Thanks..Ok hope to see you later Chase turns and Sara is once again presented with this mega booty as he walks out her room. She sits back and thinks “Wow what a way to get introduced to this school” She never had an ass fetish until she saw him and now there is two of them she didn’t know what to think. All she knew is she didn’t want to end stuck inbetween those cheeks again….or does she. She starts processing the whole ordeal again in her head as she unpacks. “He had to have felt me back there” she thinks. Maybe I’m just over thinking this…He is sooo fucking hot she smiles to herself hahaha. Few hours pass and she is bored in her rooms. Bzzz Bzzz she get a text from Chase. “Hope you can make it tonight 7pm” . She contemplates and figures it can’t be that bad. Chase was a nice guy. Maybe Kiki was just trying to scare the new white girl on campus. Plus it be good to meet some people. She looks down at the time its already 6:30. She figures out where she is going throws on some jeans that hug the little but she does have. She looks in the mirror at it “No where near Chase size” she laughs. And hoodie heads out. She walks across to the campus and looks around thinking about how historical this place is. She gets to Standford sooner then she thinks. She texts Chase “Hey im outside” and recieves a text “Ok I’m coming down” As she waits there are a couple of guys sitting outside Guy1: Hey white girl You know where you at? Sara tries to ignore him but he starts to come near her. Guy1: Hey I said do you know where you at? Sara mind races. She a litle nervous. She doesn’t want to seem like the white people who are scared of blacks. I mean why would she come here if this was the case Sara: Yea Im here to meet my friend here Guy1: Friend?!! Ok.. Look be careful in here. Things can get a little big frea Just as he was about to finish Chase come and smacks him on his ass with his huge hands almost knocking they guy down. Chase: Mack if you don’t get your little ass out of here stop messing with my new tutor. Sara notices that Chase don’t have a shirt on and apparently no underwear either under his bball shorts. His muscles are poppin out. He’s got tattoos all over his. chest and stomach. His short stop right at the top of his huge ass and come down infont to where the v starts on waist. Mack: Hey man stop hittin me on my ass. That shit hurts. I don’t play football. Imma Swimmer…we don’t do that shit. Chase: Yea swim up my ass . Mack: Its big enough hahahaha Chase looks kinda embarrassed by that joke. Normally he wouldn’t be but because Sara is there he’s slightly annoyed. Mack was about 5'10 but skinny black guy. Probably about 135 lbs Chase walks over to make “So you got jokes huh, Joke on this” Chase uses his huge grabs Mack by head turns and forces his face deep in his ass. Having no draws on Macks face and head disappeared. Sara watched in awe and slightly amused too as the other guy starts busting out laughing. From Sara point of view it looked like Chase ass swallowed this kids head. Only his neck and body were sticking out and his flailing arms trying to push Chase huge ass cheeks off him. Soon Chase lets out a huge fart. Mack starts flailing even harder. He keeps him there for a few moments before he pulls him out of his ass. Mack Falls on the ground coughing and choking for air. Chase laughs: I guess you can swim up my ass. Haha Sara you read to go? Sara laughs taken back by the whole moment Sara: Uhh Yea Mack: He fuck you Chase. You and your big ass Chase: Yea yea keep talking little shit you’ll see what happens Sara: So you use that thing for a weapon too huh Chase: hahha yeap.. So don’t you piss me of either. Im equal opportunist haha Sara: Oh trust I wont. I’ve already experienced that She says kinda flirty as she looks at his mega rump again. I mean she is face level with it anyway. Chase notices Chase: Hey our elevator is down we gotta take the stairs. Its only a few floors up. You are kinda early I was just getting out the shower. Sara: No Problem… I’ll just follow you Chase: You trynna get a peek at my ass again? Haha Sara blushes and just laughs shyly Chase: Im joking …lets goo Sara walks up the steps behind him trying to keep up with her tiny legs. All the while just watching his ass jiggle with no draws on.. Its almost like its bigger now. Maybe he had on compression underwear early keeping all the huge sexy caramel ass flesh contained. His ass was so large it was like it was built on his body. Like he got Nicki Minaj ass shots or something. She was stuck in the booty trance that she didn’t even notice him stop on the stairs and ran…you guessed it…face first into his crack of his big ass again. Chase: Ok see now your trying to sneak touches Sara: haha. I didn’t even notice you stopped. Im starting to think your doing this on purpose. Chase looked slyly: Not yet…haha Sara didn’t know what that meant but she just laughed it off and kept walking until they reached his floor. As she walked down the floor she notice all type of guys of different sizes and colors. Black and hispanic guys all in really good shape. Some bigger than others and all of them good looking. She thought how did I get so blessed to be around all these good looking guys. Most of them walking around shirtless. A few in just tiles. She also notice a few of them had mega asses like Chase. She figured they played on the football team. Wait..“why am I looking a guys asses all of a sudden"… She walked as Chase introduced her to people as his new tutor. All the guys seemed pretty cool to her. She didn’t know why Kiki told her to stay out of here. Then they get to Chase’s room. As they walk in Sara sees a guy bent over wrestling another kid who was considerably smaller than him. By the size the ass bent over Sara realized it must be Chase’s twin. Chase: Hey man..why are you always wrestling him. He never wins. Oh Sara that’s my twin Chance. Chance: He said he likes the challenge. Sara watches as the smaller opponent tries his hardest to to grapple with Chance. His small hands are trying to grab Chance massive thigh to left one of his legs. But it takes his whole reached to grab one thigh. This kids is about the same size as the swimmer that just up in Chase ass. Chance wasn’t doing anything but toying with the kid. Chase: They do this all the time and it’s the same result…. Just as Chase said that. Chance finally got tired of the match and just grabbed the kid by his waist. Flipped him upside down slammed him back first on the bed and then with one swift motion jumps in the air and last ass first on top of the kid sideways. His ass cheeks covered his head all the way down to his waist. Chase: Squashed …hahah good job bro Chance: I’m sorry. Im rude…Wassup. Was your name again Sara watched as the kids legs were kicking outside of Chance’s big phat ass. He was just sitting on him like he wasn’t even there. She thought is everything dealing with ass with these guys. Then she thought "well they have em might as well use em” and chalked up to boys just being boys. Sara: Im Sara.. She looked at Chance. And though they weren’t identical they were both definitely model material. Chance was the same height and build as Chase. He was just wasn’t caramel. Instead he was a dark almond type shade with goatee. He also had tattos as well. He didn’t have a shirt either and no undies as well.. She could by his ass jiggling when he was wrestling. Chance: Sorry about this. He always comes in here and tries to wrestle me. He says it’s making him tougher. Crazy water boy on the team. Sara watched in awe as the boy pretty much vanished into the cushion of the bed. You couldn’t see his body or head at all. Sara: Hey I get it .. I have younger brothers they wrestles their friends all the time. They just don’t have your..well..your size Chase: She means ass bro..hahaha she the one I told you about Chance: Oh you’re the one my brother almost killed with his ass.. Let me apologize to you for that Chase: Shut up man.. I already did Chance: I’m sure he told you. We are kinda trapped with this things. Good for us tho girls love it. Our skinny little bro however hates it ..he always ends up like this guy Chance tilts just one cheek up and letting him breathe some. Then sits back down and wiggles and laughs. Sara: Guys being guys.. I guess.. So am I early where are the people. Chase: Yea you’re a little early… have a seat on my bed…its only maybe one or two people coming nothing major. Chase says as he walks over and sits next to his brother ON TOP of the rest of the kids body that sticking out cover from where is his brothers ass left off all the way down to his feet which were now the only thing you could see of the kid. He had completely vanished under the two major bubble asses. Sara sit down watching the whole scene all she could was laugh Sara: Um you guys are gonna kill him haha Chase: Naw he’s ok Chance: Right Tommy? Chance lifts his one cheek up again to hear a muffled yea before he vanishes him once again with left round ass cheek. Chase: Do you drink? Sara: Yea. I mean kinda Chance there is vodka and juice on the bar help yourself Sara cautiously pours her a drink and sips…she is definitely a light weight so she loosens up real quick. Sara: haha I can’t believe you guys are just squashing that kid like that its too funny. I can’t even see him. You guys are blessed hah Chance and Chase look at eachother. Chase: You think.. I guess so…So how did you like it now you’ve been personal with my ass twice now Sara a little tipsy: I mean its not something I thought about but if I have to it wasn’t that bad haha She takes more to drink thinking that she might of gave herself too much. Chance: You tellin me you never thought about a guys booty? Like we think about girls booty. Sara: I live around a lot of white people besides of couple of baseball player I know . Not much boy booty to see Chase gets up off the kids legs which are now kicking like crazy. And walks over to where Sara is sitting on the bed. Chase: I bet none of had the ass like us huh He turns on some music and then turns around presenting his huge ass to her again. Sara being tipsy now is definitely stuck looking at his cheeks though his shorts. His one cheek drawfs her whole body and then both cheeks together are just insane. Chase starts to slowly back up to Sara face..Either out of some unknown instinct or just lack of inhibitions from the liquor Sara puts both her hands up and grabs Chase big ass. She rubs all over it.She literally has to stretch to rub his whole ass and even still there are part she didn’t touch. Chance just watches as he sit on the other kids face still giving him air one more as he adjust himself on the kids face. This time turning and sitting facing his feet and his ass now eating the lil guys face deep into his crack. He sits full weight against on his face with his back against the headboard and his huge leg and thighs stretched over the boys whole body once he vanishes. Its like he Chance is just laying on the bed watching his brother seduce the white girl. Chase smiles slyly again as he know feels the heat of her breath against his huge butt. Chase: Go head white girl.. You can hug if you can Sara without think stand up and attempts to wrap her arms around his mega phat ass. In the process it makes her face go up his deep crack but her arms arm are so short and his ass is sooo big that she doesn’t even reach the sides of his ass. Chase begins to wiggle and shake and Sara doesn’t know what she’s even doing. She thinks to herself what is this. How did I get her with my face stuck in a sexy ass black man humongous ass crack. She starts to second guess herself. Sara: Umm..(still face on his ass sideways like it’s a pillow) I don’t know if I should. Before she gets it out Chase bends over takes one hand opens his cheek and then take his big hand and aggressively stuffs her face in his ass. As deep as the shorts would allow her face to go in and then lets go of his cheek. He booty slaps close around Sara’s whole face and head. Her hair was the only thing barely seen stickin out of his ass. Then he stands back up. Her hands trying to push herself out. Chance: Damn bro..Don’t kill her on the first time. Chase : Haha. How bout you don’t kill the kid under you big ass bro Chance: OH yea let me give him some air Chance arches his back slightly leaving just a pocket of air in his crack for the kid under him to breathe and then lets out a hugeeee fart that made the kids whole face vibrate. Then he sits back down again Chase: You’re an ass. Hahah literrally Chance: Look who’s talking Sara start to panic. It was hot at first but now she starting to not be able to breathe. She can feel Chase moving to the music maker her head go back and forth inside of his asscheek. It became sweaty and even tho he just showered she could smell that musky ass smell. She tired to tap him his ass to say she wanted to stop now but he just grabbed her bent down slightly sliding her face up his huge crack some more grabber her hands between his mega thighs and pulled her in some more.. Now her chest was inside his crack and her who whole head. Sara didn’t know what to do she was literally trapped in an asscrack. She didn’t even thinks this would be possible. Chase started wiggling his giant caramel ass around more. Chance: YO…that looks crazy man your ass is eating her hahaha. Right as Sara was running out of breath Chance pulled her out. She was so hot and dizzy from the liquor and being swallowed by a black man’s booty she collapsed on the bed on her back with her feet dangling off of it. Chase turn and crawls beside her on the bed looking down at her. Chase : You Ok. He said ever so sexy and seductively. Sara was trying to gain her composure as her eyes came back into focus she was once again looking up at this sexy ass man. With that “I’ll do anything you ask” smile he has. Sara: That….that was intense. Chase: I didn’t know you were this kinky Sara: I…i.. didn’t either. Maybe I should go Chase: Or maybe we can take it up a notch Sara looked him and that smile was almost like a serum that makes you do whatever he ask you to do. Sara: uhh…like …like what Chase let me show. Chase turned and straddle Sara body facing her feet. His booty eclipsed all of her visison and he wasn’t even sitting yet. She looked up all she could see was the bottom of his ass and his huge thighs on either side of her body. One leg alone was her whole body. He scooted up some.. Is ass stretched from her below her waist to the top is head. Everything in Sara’s head was telling her to leave but she was soo curious..Did she really wan’t this. Was he about to really sit on her? Then she saw him grab his waist band and pull down his pants to expose his huge sexy round big asss caramel booty. All smooth. He struggled to get them off each cheek until finally they were under his ass. She could see had huge balls and part of his giant dick from her view but mostly all she could see was a booty that could possible kill her with only one cheek. He looked back over his shoulder and even he couldn’t see her face or body because of his ass. Chase: You ready Sara shaking with fear and excitement: yea Chase was just breaking her in so he slowly started sit. Sara watch as his ass got closer and still somehow seemed to get bigger. Usually when you sit your ass opens up. Not his…he had to reach with both hands and spread his ass slowly sitting on her face. Even with his as ass spread Sara couldn’t see his hole. His crack was that deep. She slow felt herself go in his ass. His cheeks met the bed and surrounded her face and head. Then he let go and the molded around her face leaving her feeling like she just entered another universe. Not only was her face in it but again her shoulders breast and now stomach too. Chase: Oh shit bro. I always forget how good this feels. Chance: Ha I know right. As he wiggles on the his seat as well Sara mean while didn’t know what to do she felt some of his weight on her but know it wasn’t all of it but his booty alone was heavy. He felt him start to grind on her face and wiggle and clinch his cheeks around her face and head. And body drawing it in even more. Sara couldnt barely breath in the ass pocked she was in. Chase: Damn she so small she not even near my hole yet. Chance: We’ll sit on her like a chair man get her in there deeper. Sara couldn’t hear anything they were saying. Her ears were blocked by ass cheeks. But she noticed the weight lift off her slightly. Her face slowly came out of his ass but not for long soon she felt a heavy weight on her chest. Almost unbearable being that she was only 90lbs. Chase had taken his legs from under him and was just sitting on her chest with his legs off the bed and feet on the floor like a chair. All his weight was now crushing her into the bed. Suddenly it went from being fun to being a little scary. He was sitting just far enough off her face that she could now see the top of his head from out under his ass. Her body was being sucked down deep in his crack now traping her arms inbetween his ass cheeks. Chase: Level 3… let’s do Just then Chase slid back on her face only this time full weight.Sara thought she was gonna be crushed by this huge ass and weight. She went soo deep in there that she was not by his whole. From his brothers view looked like he just sitting on a bed like normal and there wasn’t a white girl inside of his booty. Chance: There you go bro. I told you stop taking it easy on the bitches man. Chase: you right.. I just kinda like this one. Chance: Man you getting soft let me show how to use her. I'mm put this kid to sleep and then I’ll be over there Chance slipped his shorts off with some effort under his ass and sat on the kids face bare ass now too pushing him deep into his ass to smother the kid out. Chase leaned forward to allow Sara to get some air. Pulling her out of his ass for a minute. Sara: I wanna….I wanna stop now Chase: We are just getting started. If you wanna stop make sure this next time I feel something in there. Your smart you’ll figure it out if you wanna breathe again. Sara was now really scared…and some crazy part of her was turned on as well befor she knew he was back on her face deep in his crack again she went. She soon need to breathe. Chase was not getting a little more aggressive and started bouncing on his her face. She never licked a guys ass before but if it meant to save her life she would.. She stuck her tongue out and right his big hole it went. Which cause him to stop bouncing an just relax all that 250lbs on her face…She tongued as best as she could. She remember seeing porn where the girl rims a guys ass and she just mimicked it. Chase: OH shit bro… you def gotta hurry up and try this..This white girl is good ……fuckkk… too good man Chance: OK Chance spread his legs and watch as the kid under him legs flailed aggressively then slowly started to fade out and then stop completely. He sat for just a few more moments before he got up and had to pull his face out of his deep crack too Chase: You didn’t kill him did you? Chance checks his breathing and see his chest moving. Chance: Naw but he’ll be out for awhile while we use her. Let me try Chance now goes over and get his brother off Sara’s face. Sara feels the weight off her body as Chance helps pull her out of his brothers ass. She looks up now to see this dark brown mammoth booty descend onto her face. It was just like Chase only darker color. Chance sits down hard and doesn’t ease into at all. Boom Right on to her face and body. Sara yells out a in pain but its muffled and faint under him Chase: Bro don’t break her. You sent that last bitch to the hospital.. Chance: Chill out watch this Sara was not wedged body and face again in another phat ass and the weight was killing her. Chance then started to scoot around on the bed draggin her face and body that stuck in his ass. Bouncing hard and wiggling to get her face deep. Chase: Damn your ass is tossing her around like a rag doll haha Chance: haha I learned this from the last light skin bitch that was over. She a freakkkk Just then Chance felt Sara’s tongue go in his whole..she must of needed to breathe because she was tonguing like her life depended on it. Chance: Oh shit bro you right she is a good ass eater.. Ok I won’t break this one. But lets try something Chance gets up while she is still stuck between his cheeks and flips over on his stomach. His huge booty sticking up high in the air. Sara has to almost be on her knees while the rest of her body is trapped. But she can breathe now because now weight is on her even tho she is still trapped in the dark almost mega booty. Chance: Lift her up ..turn face up towards your then sit on my butt. Sara at this point was out of energy. She was just going with the flow. She wasn’t as scared anymore strangely but now she was… was she starting to like this?? Chase did what his brother said and laid her ontop of his ass then he sat down on her face with the back of her head going into his brothers ass crack. Chance started bouncing his ass up cause his brothers ass to bounce on her face and body. Sara felt like she was trapped between to 4 huge pillows. Out of nowhere she stuck her tounge out as this game of bounce ass continued. She wasn’t getting the whole but Chase could still feel that wet warm feeling as he bounced on his brothers ass with a human inbetween them. This went on for awhile as they switched positions then Chase: I gotta idea. Get on all fours Chance: Ok Sara was now just going with the flow.. She had broken to worship this black mega asses. Chase put her on her butt on the bed right infront of Chances huge ass on all fours. And then Chase got on all for behind her. Chase: Now back up bro They both started back up like some type of ass compressor pushing Sara’s body between their asses.. This time because he was bent over and the weight of Chase on the back of her head she was in deep enough again to tongue Chances whole. Man it was a sight to watch. It was like she was in ass heaven or hell ..They did that for awhile too switching between them. Little did they know the other kid had waken up. Chase saw him and winked. The kid just played like he was still passed out the whole time he was jacking to site of this girl being wedged into two giant ass cheeks. Chase: Ok I think we are done. Chance: Aww I didn’t get to bust one yet. Chase: Well your little seat did watching us…hahaa maybe you can use him The kid tried to hurry and get up but Chance was too fast and sure enough he was now back buried underneath Chance’’s naked huge ass. Chance: I don’t like guys licking my ass but imma make an exception so you better do it or ill smother so bad I don’t care what happens to you. Chase laughed he guessed the kid started doing it because Chance started jackin off his huge dick. He looks at Sara who was is not soo exhauasted and sweaty. She looks like she super drunk but in reality she just drained from all that ass she got today. Chase can’t let her just walk back like that plus it night time now. So he grabs his sweats and has Sara step into them. Then he steps in front of her and pulls his sweat pants up and ties them. Bringing Sara up with them sitting in the seat of his pants once again face first into his naked ass. Puts on a big hoody that almost cover his big ass. She to tired to even complain. Chance: Damn that’s a good idea. I'mma try that one next Chase: Yep: I’ll be back Chase walks out back down the stairs and to her dorm. The whole time Sara is face is wedged in his ass. She kill feel his cheeks jiggle around her face as he walks. He gets to do the dorm but is still loving the feeling of her face in his ass in these pants so he walks up the 8 floors to her room. He already took her keys so he goes in. He thinks damn bro was right I didn’t get to bust a nut. So he reaches inside his pants spreads his cheeks and sits on the bed and on her face again. Sara now on instinct just starts tonguing his whole deep. Chase sees a towel and begins jacking his huge 11’ dick. The whole time grinding and bouncing on her face. He gets soo lost in the feeling of that tongue. He jacks and rides her face until finally he blows his load into the towel then relaxes that big booty fullweight on her face and body again… Then he realizes she stopped moving so he grabs her out of his pants and lays her on her bed. She awakes graugily and only see blurred image of this sexy man. Chase: Good nite He sits on her face as joke for good measure this time and then walks out the room. Sara so tired she just falls right asleep The next day she woke up. It all felt like a dream. Did all that really happen to her. She thinks …that…maybe …she really like it.. She loved it actually. Soon she gets a text from Chase “Hey Thanks for coming by last time to help with my Anatomy. Hahah hope to see you soon” She thinks for a moment then text back “No problem next time come to my room..I can help some more” 24 notes Apr 12th, 2016

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yeah for real when you’ve got a Scene in your head that would make more sense as a comic, you do get the whole advantages of using that format....like the dialogue of course & being able to show the changes between one panel & another to show movement & actions & things & time passage in general. and getting creative w panels is another tool you have to affect pacing and even tone, & unlike stuff like tv/movies, you get to change the shape & size of panels, which is useful imo for not only mood/pacing but also u can zoom in on exactly what u want viewers to look at. like having a lil panel just of some Detail like a hand or piece of paper or whatever. comix can jump around different shots without adding tension the way it might w film...idk i personally find it pretty fun to work with & it comes somewhat naturally to me to picture something as a comic in my head, though i’ll picture things like A Film just as much lol umm anyways yeah i think its great just to mess around w ideas in comic format & it can be rly good for making a scene with feeling, even in a short one... and i like to show emotion in movement and expressions and all, so that works out. like you can show a bunch of different facial expressions & show the slight changes & all....& show how ppl react to someone else in the space & move around each other.....its neat b/c imo emoting is generally a lot more in the subtleties of things. like you could show someone’s feelings exclusively through direct shots of their face but, realistically, ppls feelings are in things beyond their expression at any one point in time—its like, if the expression is subdued or exaggerated vs the essential content of the expression alone, their posture and how they move, what they look at, what they say, subtle shifts in their face or body as they react to something new—all these little sorts of behaviors ykno? not to downplay facial expression coz thats p much always key, and like i said its my fave...but when it comes to trying to portray stuff w emotional impact, i like to think of a lot of other details that imo can lend a lot of visual and emotional information alike....plus just the more stuff you’re drawing the more you’re giving a scene to work with... bgs and everything can set the mood & also just give context to a scene & even i’m getting better about like, making even simple bgs sometimes. anyways not like im an expert in anything at all related to anything but i have been Drawing W Feelings In Mind for a while i guess lol and yeah about characters who are usually carrying some form of tension (symbolic like displayed persona vs their actual internal, &/or more actually feeling tense like irritable and all lol) still having tension be relatable even when they’re happier or more relaxed, & thinking about that in a drawing—for me anyways i just think of that as part of trying to show their personality in every drawing. like i was saying w the example of when i nobly set out to give ppl another pic of kip fucking, even if he’s totally chill w the situation, it’s relevant to me when drawing it to think of the fact that he’s usually Not getting to be chill with Any situation, and have that affect how i portray the state of finally getting to purely enjoy himself in a major way. like i suppose thinking abt this just now, i always make a point of drawing him actually physically tensed in at least some small way, i think as part of imagining how the like usual constant presence of internal conflict plays into the reaction to its absence. like how it’s not an on/off switch where a person who has to live w that all the time has some version of themself that gets to Be Normal and suddenly not have to think abt how that feels. like even tho he’s presumably getting a break & a good distraction from that stuff, i think of how he wouldn’t suddenly have a new set of behaviors to access & isnt like, suddenly a completely different person, & how there could actually be a pressure in enjoying urself b/c of the knowledge of just how special that is & how much u should savor the moment. like, even in relief there’s a tension. sidenote especially if you think you might not get such a great experience again—feeling fantastic can have a painful edge in that case & can even be really heartbreaking if you don’t know when you’ll next get to feel that way again. anyways Back To Fucking lol like i said i think in that relief i’m drawing in a little bit of desperation in the knowledge that his moments of relief from feeling all hyperaware and self conscious and conflicted and what have you etc are rare, that i show by giving him a little edge of intensity in some way or another. me drawing kip as sexually desperate lmao owned... but truly that’s just a little piece of always trying to show a chars personality no matter the emotion or action or situation or whatever!! like back in the day i said something about how two people will show the same emotion differently in their facial expressions even if most ppl have the same “basic format” to it...the difference in how ppl emote & react to things shows their personality (so does other stuff obv but relevant to emotion specifically...) & so say if i draw the same expression for one character as i did another at one point, it would have a different meaning for each of them in the context of their differences in personality...one person’s smile has a different meaning from another person smiling the same way, and all. obv thats most relevant in characters who r dramatically contrasted in their outward behavior. like i talk about all this like its a science or i plot a whole chart before ever making a drawing but mostly i come up w some image or scene in my head that seems good to me & then sometimes barely even plan how to put it down. or other times i do think abt it a lot, but even then i’ll usually do last minute tweaks. it’s really mostly instinct imo, i don’t know if it’s true that i’m a bit overly tuned in to other ppls emotions & good at reading even really subtle shifts, that might be part of it, but even if it wasnt true, emotions are usually a p instinctive thing. but ppl can communicate the same feeling in totally different ways, including ways that AREN’T instinctive to you, so imo its also good to like, also treat it like something to consciously think about. and like also just yeah in media you already like that already seems emotionally impactful, its cool to pay attention to that & keep it in mind & try to imitate & stuff. and like i said about it not being a science, i talk abt putting emotion & a characters personality into everything, but its not like i think of anything i do as being overly complex & i expect anyone to look at any random drawing of mine & be able to fully reverse-engineer a characters entire personality from one pic lmao....i don’t pretend anything i make is some work of genius that contains Everything. but it at least contains something. & maybe if u had a few pix to compare, it wouldnt be hard to deduce personality from it. like, even when someone’s acting different from their usual personality, it’s still the same person, & how they usually are changes how their behavior reads. like for lars to be relaxed and casual around other ppl suggests a higher level of comfort & trust than average, specifically because of the fact that u know his usual behavior is to be more stressed & in one way or another defensive around others. also i like to try to draw personality in e v e r y t h i n g b/c all of this is propaganda of “my fave & if you don’t like it get out” lol......like each pic is its own lil love letter what with how if i didnt have a certain level of fondness for a character, then i couldnt be effed to draw them in the first place. so i want to be like, look at the way this character is, which is why i love & cherish them.....and like you said, with a basic ability to draw a recognizable form & an interest in making fanart with that ability, you’ve got everything you need to make the content you wish somebody else had already made for you to look at. and with choosing a lot of suffering characters to be fond of you have plenty of motivation to want to draw them having a nice time. or at least feel loved and appreciated or something. all that stuff hmm i can’t remember if i had anything else i meant to get at but yeah lol....Feelings