#one I can answer as is and ones I wanna draw for later

[alienssstufff]

I wish there was a tumblr feature that allow u to sort asks or find them this would be so much easier u_u

[piningpercussionist]

transfem scott getting lots of support from ramona and kim in the early 2000's when shit's very taboo but they all 3 have a fire forged bond and lord if they aren't going to make sure they're all as happy as they can be because they've come this far and I dunno it just makes me happy all three of them

YES YES YES

It makes me very happy as well,,

Like I've said before. General Trans Scott enthusiast here- I love the idea of their little support network *violent coughing* I (we?) mean polycule *violent coughing* so fucking much.

Ramona I think has a bit of a more gentle hand with reassuring Scott with gender issues, but sometimes she just can't help herself from some pointed banter or teasing- how could you with someone so dense? (Said w affection)

And then Kim I think is more blunt. But like, in a good way mostly, you know? The kinda blunt that makes you snap to attention and go "Oh. Yeah that was silly of me." And if Ramona's started some sort of banter? Kim is SO piling on. Maybe sometimes she's a bit TOO blunt with it- but it's only because she's so firm in her support. She wants Scott to Get It Together- and be happier for it. So if some ribbing now and again is in order, then goddamnit she will do so! Anything to crack that shell.

And ohhh can you imagine how they would react to some transphobic bullshit?? Unholy terror would be driven into the offender before they walk off with an absurd amount of coins between them. I can feel it in my bones. Scott doesn't even have to lift a finger (if the transphobe is even noticed/processed at all, bc I honestly can see Scott just. Not realizing someone's being transphobic.) Kim giving someone a lashing with her tongue as distraction and then Ramona coming in with the hammer- BAM! Free Money! Paying literally with your life for your transphobia. A Better And Just World.

And of course (transfem Scott more specifically, here,) the way Scott would start to flourish under their support... cagey and maybe a little (perhaps a lot-) resistant to start- but Kim's blunt affirmations and no nonsense attitude for bullshit (which is what Scott insisting on "being cis" would be, c'mon now,) and Ramona's also low bullshit tolerance but less Stabby (bc I won't lie, that's probably how Kim's comments would feel,) assurances? Ough... My Heart... Be Still-

I would Kill for them, Your Honor-

(Ran out of tags so putting this in the body of the post- I am SO tired someone pls sound off if this isn't as coherent as I am hoping this is. I WAS trying to nap and get the extra sleep I desperately needed but the writing bug... it Bit Me.... only a little but enough to stop that process-)

[avoidmint]

Hey all, just wanted to apologize for the lack of new posts since returning. I've had some pretty serious burnout lately due to health issues leaving me pretty exhausted, physically and mentally. It's taken a bit of a toll on my creative output as I've been struggling to find inspiration and energy to do much of anything.

I'm still trying to work on getting at least something here and there that I can post, but it'll probably be pretty limited for a while until we figure out what's going on. And admittedly most of the time I have spent drawing lately has been of OCs, and I don't generally post OC art. <<;

Anyways, just wanted to explain that I haven't fallen off the planet or anything yet, just having a bit of a hard time right now. Sorry for the lack of content!

[velvetjune]

incredible to think that Alan Wake 2’s existence itself implies that maybe it’ll be about Alan finally leaving the dark place, directly solving the cliffhanger of Alan Wake 1, but instead now Saga, Casey, Rose, Tim, Alice, and (still) Alan are in the Dark Place. Genius subversion of expectations

[libraford]

Park Cleanup Pet Peeves

I'll be starting my seasonal gig at Parks and Rec in a couple months and I've got a couple things I wanna say. I know that this will probably not reach the people who need to hear it, but if ONE LESS person leaves the parks a mess, I will be That Much Happier.

-You're not supposed to smoke, drink, or have sex in public parks but I know that people will anyway. But if you are going to do those things, please dispose of the evidence in the trash cans. A human has to pick these things up.

-Dog poop goes in a bag. Bag goes in the trash can.

-The little wax paper liners in the women's room? See you're supposed to put your pad/tampon in that wax paper bag, take the bag out of the bin, and then dispose of it in the actual trash can. Don't feel bad, no one told me either. Also no one told the dudes I work with. But this reduces direct exposure to bodily fluids, especially as the summer gets on and it gets hot in those bathrooms.

-On that subject! The little bins that they go in next to the toilet? Don't stick trash in there. Don't put diapers in there. Also don't put beer cans crushed in such a specific way that I slice my hand on them as I try to jimmy it out of there. Literally, that bin is too small for most things. They are meant specifically for those brown bags. Please for the love of god, throw things in the trash can.

-As for the urinals, please no solids. Most commonly gum and chewed tobacco, but you can use your imagination.

-If you're doing a photo shoot or an event with confetti, please use a paper confetti instead of a plastic one- its easier to get rid of.

-If you're doing a pizza party, we'd rather you stack the pizza boxes in a pile next to the trash can instead of trying to fit them in the trash. Because then we can just throw the trash bag over the top and tie it instead of trying to fish it out. This kind of goes for any big trash- if it won't fit in the trash can easily, don't try.

-Please don't call cops on people sleeping in the parks if they're not bothering anyone. Even if they've been sleeping there all day. Dude's just trying to chill.

-Destruction of the toilets will result in the indefinite locking of the restrooms. You ruined them and now everyone at the softball tournament can blame you for it.

-Parks people are not the police. We are maintenance workers who are not trained to handle most emergencies and the most we can do in any situation is report to the proper department. Please don't look to us for answers if someone is starting a fight.

-Also please don't spit on us for driving on the path. We're permitted to. Its essential for us to drive on the path to do our job.

-please don't abandon animals at the park. Rehome them properly. I spent a whole week trying to catch a rooster last summer.

-look, I get it- 'oh no, your pretty building has writing on it!' Grafitti is so edgy. We get it. But it means Jacob has to sand it off now so that the kids at the birthday party don't see a giant drawing of a weiner. Acts of rebellion that create more work for the working class are not revolutionary.

-please do not set fire to the Tiny Free Library. Why did you do that? That's mean.

-please do not feed bread to ducks and geese. Corn, birdseed, lettuce- those are better for them. If you want to reduce tge amount of goose poop in the parks, shop feeding them bread.

-also do not anger tge geese. They remember what its like to be dinosaurs.

I'll have more later, probably, once the season wears on.

[wukyma]

can you draw ody and polites hugging

please i am delusional and i dont believe polites died hes still alive trust me please

OdyPoli? From me? Naaah, you must be seeing things

Anyway, the first one is Iliad times, second is them too but young (I just know Odysseus was a troublemaker 💥)

This ⬇️ was drawn purely to heal my soul, but I thought... why not share? :D Perimedes is too stubborn and misses out on good things :V

And don't even get me started on these guys' relationships because I'll yap

Answered some asks under the cut!

Thank you SM!! Here's your guy! As for Poseidon, i wanna do a redesign of him so the fish will be in full glory but later hehe (and I like how you blended the colors, Axel!)

[rafecameronssl4t]

can u do kinda inspired by new season where Rafe finds out what Sofia did and confronts her and calls her saying get out of his house but it’s bitchy!kook!bsf!reader x Rafe where they’re kinda more than friends and she tells Rafe a lie about Sofia and he believes her and gets super mad at Sofia

Passenger Princess || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: love this idea tysm!!

Warnings: r is manipulative, slight angst

Word count: 1,583

MASTERLIST

divider by @h-aewo

“Wanna come over?” you ask, your voice casual but your eyes lingering on Rafe’s profile, gauging his reaction. He turns his head to you briefly, pausing as the car idles at a red light. Without missing a beat, he reaches over, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb gently across your skin in a way that makes your heart flutter.

But tonight, his words hit you before the warmth of his touch does. “I can’t. Sofia wants to go out later,” he says, his gaze flickering back to the road, oblivious to how your expression shifts instantly. The mention of her name is like a slap, and your expression falters instantly. You let out a scoff, the sound sharp and almost bitter.

Without thinking, you pull your hand out of his grasp and cross your arms over your chest, turning your gaze out the window. The hurt and jealousy you’ve been pushing down surge to the surface, making your chest tighten.“She’s still living with you?” The words leave your mouth more accusatory than you intend, but it doesn’t matter now.

You need him to feel what you’re feeling, to understand just how much Sofia is getting under your skin. Rafe’s eyes flicker to you, his brow furrowing slightly, but he doesn’t say anything right away. He rolls his tongue against his cheek, his gaze narrowing as he presses down on the gas pedal when the light turns green. You can tell he’s frustrated, but you want him to feel more than that.

“Y/n…” he says, the soft plea in his voice making you grit your teeth. He’s clearly trying to de-escalate the situation, but you’re not having it. His voice falters slightly when he says your name again, as if he’s unsure of how to handle you when you get like this. You don’t respond, eyes fixed on the road, even though you don’t see anything.

Your mind is consumed by the thought of Sofia still lingering in his life. “I don’t understand why you’re still with her!” you snap, turning to face him, your voice sharp with frustration. Your heart races, and you know exactly where this is going. You’ve been waiting for the right moment to make your move. Then, with a practiced vulnerability, you let your eyes soften, allowing tears to well up.

You turn your head slightly toward him, making sure he sees the hurt in your eyes. You know the exact tone to use, the one that cracks just enough for Rafe to feel guilty, to feel like he’s let you down. You draw in a deep, shaky breath, letting your eyes glisten with tears. With a careful tremor in your voice, you speak softly, like you’re letting out something painful. “After everything she did to me…”

Just as you anticipated, Rafe’s head snaps in your direction, confusion and concern filling his expression. His eyes dart between you and the road, brow furrowing as he tries to process your words. “What are you talking about?” You let the tears begin to fall, looking down as though ashamed, your shoulders subtly shaking as you pretend to hold back sobs.

“What did she do to you?” His eyes flickered back and forth from the road to your tear-streaked face, searching for answers. He was desperate, each glance showing his growing frustration and need to understand. “Y/n…” he said, his voice lower now, tinged with an edge of anger that made you shiver. “Tell me—what did Sofia do to you?”

His tone was a mix of urgency and something fiercer, like he was barely holding himself back. You continued to sob, letting your shoulders shake as you turned away, keeping up the act. Rafe’s jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin as he stared ahead, but his entire focus was on you.

~

“Hey babe, what’s up?” Sofia’s voice rings out, saccharine sweet, and it instantly makes you cringe. The way she says it, as if she’s trying to mask something, makes your skin crawl. Rafe’s eyes flicker over to you for a split second, taking in your tear-streaked cheeks, red from how much you’ve cried.

Your heart races, a cold pit settling in your stomach. You’ve made sure Rafe is in the right headspace, pushed all the right emotional buttons, and now it’s time to watch it unravel. Rafe’s grip on the steering wheel tightens as he presses the phone to his ear, his expression hardening into something unreadable.

The silence that stretches between him and Sofia is palpable. You can feel the tension in the air, the unease settling like a storm cloud. “Rafe… what’s wrong?” she coos, trying to soften the tension. You can tell she’s trying to maintain control, but you know it’s slipping. But Rafe is done. He’s had enough.

“Is it true? Is it true what Y/n just told me?” he demands, his voice suddenly low, razor-sharp. The words are a punch, sharp and deliberate, leaving no room for misunderstanding. There’s a long pause, a dangerous silence on the other end. You can hear Sofia’s shallow breathing, the way she’s stalling, trying to figure out how to save herself.

It’s almost like she’s trying to put on a mask for him, pretending everything’s fine, but you both know it’s not. Sofia’s mind races, the memories of her deal with Hollis flooding in through her mind. “Is what true?” she finally asks, her voice faltering, a hint of nervousness breaking through her usual façade. “Don’t play games with me, Sofia,” Rafe’s voice is firm now, his jaw clenched.

You can feel the weight of his anger simmering just beneath the surface, ready to burst. You watch Rafe closely, your chest tight with both anxiety and satisfaction. This is what you wanted. You wanted him to finally see her for what she truly is. And now, it’s all about to come crashing down for Sofia.

On the other end of the line, Sofia’s silence is deafening. You can almost hear her panic, her inability to talk her way out of this one. Rafe’s anger is too much, too raw. And it’s all aimed at her. Rafe can’t contain it anymore. He slams his fist against the steering wheel with a deafening sound, making you jump in your seat.

The force behind it makes the entire car shake, and his anger is now fully unleashed. His knuckles are white, his body tense with fury, and for a moment, you think he might explode. You can see the muscle in his jaw working, his anger mounting as he struggles to keep his cool. The tension in the air is suffocating, and you almost feel bad for Sofia—almost.

You got him here—you’ve got him angry at her, and it’s exactly what you wanted. “Pack your shit. Get out of my house,” Rafe says through gritted teeth, the words biting and final. His voice is low, full of rage that you can feel in the pit of your stomach. Sofia’s voice cracks on the other end. “What?” Her voice wavers, like she can’t believe what’s happening.

You can practically hear her trying to regain control, but it’s too late. Rafe scoffs, his patience wearing thin. “We’re done, Sofia. Done.” he seethes, his hand slamming against the wheel again with a force that makes the whole car jerk. You jump slightly, but you can’t help the small, satisfied smirk that pulls at the corners of your lips.

“Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my house,” Rafe repeats, his voice steady now, but laced with disgust. There’s no room for negotiation, no chance of a second chance. This is it. With one last frustrated breath, he ends the call, the click of the phone punctuating the finality of it all.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chapter 2: Caught on Camera

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Fandom: Women's basketball

Paring: Paige Bueckers x ! Photographer fem reader

Summary: is this thing still on?... I hope not....

Welcome to chapter 2 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸... if you wanna be added to the tag list let me know!

Avoidance was becoming a bad habit of mine. After the incident with Paige and my shattered camera turned into an internet meme, I couldn’t bring myself to face her—or the team, for that matter. Every social media platform I opened featured the clip: Paige’s epic block, the ball ricocheting, and the destruction of my beloved camera. People had even started adding exaggerated sound effects and captions like, "When life hits you hard…literally."

To make matters worse, Paige addressed the incident during a post-game interview, her sheepish smile making me squirm every time I replayed it in my mind.

“It was an accident,” she had said, laughing softly. “I feel really bad about it. Y/N’s an amazing photographer, and I hope I haven’t scared her off for good.”

Her words made my chest ache, but I still avoided the team practices. I stuck to photographing games with my new camera, keeping my distance from the players—especially Paige.

That’s where KK came in.

“Y/N, you can’t avoid us forever,” KK said, sliding into the seat beside me in class one afternoon. Her tone was light, but there was a hint of mischief in her eyes that I didn’t trust.

“I’m not avoiding anyone,” I replied defensively, keeping my gaze on my notes.

“Right,” KK said with a smirk. “That’s why you haven’t shown up to practice all week.”

I sighed, slumping in my chair. “It’s just… easier this way.”

KK rolled her eyes. “You know Paige feels terrible, right? She keeps asking about you.”

My stomach flipped, but I quickly pushed the thought aside. “I’m fine. She doesn’t have to worry about me.”

KK didn’t say anything for a moment, and I thought I’d won the argument—until she spoke again, her voice casual.

“Hey, can you stop by the gym tonight? Coach wants to see some of the practice shots you’ve taken for the project.”

I frowned, suspicious. “Coach? Why would he need to see them now?”

KK shrugged, her expression unreadable. “I don’t make the rules. Just swing by, okay?”

That’s how I found myself at the gym later that evening, camera in hand. The space was eerily quiet, the faint hum of the overhead lights the only sound as I stepped inside.

“Coach?” I called out, my voice echoing.

Instead of Coach, Paige emerged from the shadows, her expression a mix of surprise and apprehension.

“Y/N,” she said, her voice soft.

I froze, my grip tightening on my camera. “Paige? What are you doing here?”

Before she could answer, the gym doors slammed shut behind me, and I turned to see KK waving through the glass window with a wide grin.

“You two need to talk,” KK shouted, her voice muffled by the door. “I’ll let you out in the morning!”

“KK!” I yelled, rushing to the door, but it was locked tight.

Paige let out a small laugh, drawing my attention back to her. “Well, I guess we’re stuck together.”

After a few minutes of awkward silence, I excused myself to the bathroom, needing a moment to collect my thoughts. When I returned, Paige was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the court, my camera in her hands.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

Paige glanced up at me, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I figured I’d record something for you. An apology, I guess.”

Before I could respond, she pressed a button, and the red recording light blinked off—at least, I thought it did.

“Can we talk?” Paige asked, setting the camera aside.

I hesitated before nodding, taking a seat across from her.

“I’m sorry,” she began, her voice sincere. “About your camera, about everything. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“I know,” I said quietly, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. “It’s just… hard. That camera meant a lot to me, and now everyone’s laughing about it like it’s some big joke.”

Paige’s expression softened, and she scooted closer, her knee brushing against mine. “I get it. I’d hate being the center of a meme, too. But you’re more than that clip, Y/N. Your work is incredible, and I’ve seen the way you capture the game—like you see things the rest of us miss.”

Her words made my chest tighten, and I looked away, feeling vulnerable under her gaze.

“Thanks,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.

Paige reached out, her hand resting lightly on mine. “I mean it. You’re amazing.”

I glanced up, meeting her eyes, and for a moment, the world seemed

to fade away. Her gaze was steady and warm, filled with an honesty that made my heart stutter.

“Paige…” I started, but my voice faltered.

She gave me a small, lopsided smile, her fingers brushing over mine. “I know I messed up, but I want to make it right. Not just with the camera—but with you. Can we… start over?”

I hesitated, the weight of everything between us making it hard to breathe. But then I saw the earnestness in her expression, the vulnerability she rarely let show.

“Okay,” I said softly, nodding. “We can start over.”

A small laugh escaped her, almost a sigh of relief. “Good. Because I really don’t want you avoiding me anymore.”

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” I lied, though we both knew the truth.

She smirked, leaning back slightly. “Right. You just conveniently disappeared every time I was around?”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. “Fine, maybe I was avoiding you. But only because I didn’t know how to face you after everything.”

“Well,” Paige said, tilting her head, “now you’re stuck with me until KK decides to let us out. So, no more avoiding.”

I chuckled, the tension between us easing slightly. “Guess I don’t have a choice.”

We spent the next few hours talking—about basketball, photography, school, and everything in between. Paige was easy to talk to, her laugh infectious and her stories captivating. For the first time in weeks, I felt at ease.

At some point, exhaustion caught up to us, and we ended up lying on the court, our heads close together as we stared up at the ceiling.

“Do you ever think about what’s next?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Paige turned her head to look at me, her expression thoughtful. “All the time. The WNBA feels so close, but at the same time, I’m scared of what it means to leave everything here behind.”

I nodded, understanding her fear. “Change is scary. But you’ll do amazing—you always do.”

Her gaze lingered on me, a soft smile playing on her lips. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” I replied, my words steady.

We fell into a comfortable silence, and before I knew it, I drifted off, the warmth of Paige’s presence lulling me to sleep.

The next morning, I woke to the sound of muffled laughter. Blinking against the light, I realized Paige and I were still lying on the court, her arm draped over me in a way that felt impossibly natural.

“What do we have here?” KK’s voice rang out, teasing and triumphant.

I sat up quickly, my face burning as I saw KK and Azzi standing near the gym doors, their grins wide and mischievous.

“Did you two have a good night?” Azzi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Paige groaned, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. “Seriously, KK? Was this really necessary?”

KK shrugged, clearly unbothered. “Hey, you two needed to work things out. Mission accomplished, right?”

I glanced at Paige, my embarrassment fading slightly as she gave me a small, knowing smile.

“Yeah,” she said, her tone light but sincere. “Mission accomplished.”

As we stood to leave, I grabbed my camera from where it had been resting on the sidelines. A sinking feeling hit me when I noticed the recording light still blinking.

“Oh my God,” I muttered, quickly stopping the recording.

Paige looked over, her eyes widening as realization dawned. “Wait… was that on the whole time?”

I nodded, mortified.

KK burst out laughing. “Guess we’re gonna have some very interesting footage to review!”

Paige and I exchanged a look, equal parts embarrassed and amused. Maybe this wasn’t the worst way to start over after all.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

Tag list: @sayurireidotcom , @astroeliza .... (more to be added)

[heretherebeturtles-comic]

Hello! Many people have said this but ill say it too, I LOVE YOUR COMIC SO MUCH ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

I really wanted to ask you about how you do the backgrounds? (Something i struggle with) whats the process? Like from start to finish, also, to do the rise backgrounds do you use reference from the show and generally real photo of ny? Or do you come up with them? And last question- The shadow and light on the background- Like HOW

i know it’s a lot of questions but i’m just so curious qwq and wanna learn to be better, thank you again in case you read this and respond, in case you don’t, i hope you have a nice day and a wonderful life uwu keep up the great work! (≧◡≦) ♡

Backgrounds are a really broad subject and I'm always a little overwhelmed when asked this question. Just like drawing the human body, backgrounds take time, repetition, and practice!

My answer got a bit long, so it's going under a read more :) but if you digest info better in video format I found this on youtube

It pretty much goes over everything I wanted to say, but in a much better way. I wish I had found it before writing all this out lol

ok, first of all, I'm not a teacher nor was I built to be one of those cool helpful art tutorial people who do a full coloured tutorial filled with illustrations. This is just going to be a messy "how I do backgrounds / environment layouts from start to finish." kinda thing.

... lets start with a sight tangent.

Sketch from Life!!!

If you want to get better at backgrounds I recommend doing some sketching out in the real world!

When I was first getting into doing backgrounds I went to cafes and parks to just sketch the buildings and objects. Sketch rocks, flowers, clumps of grass, garbage cans, bottles, tables, street signs, etc. If you are drawing a tree observe how the trunks twist, how the bark flows, or how the leaves are bunched.

If you can't leave the house the same still applies! Sketch the interiors of your house, the walls, or common objects like chairs and bookshelves. How are objects stacked? items on the floor?

If you aren't comfortable with drawing outside or in public you can take some photos to draw from! They are good for practice and you can use them again as references later. Alternatively you can find pictures online of buildings and objects to sketch as practice.

All spaces have objects in them, it becomes easier to draw those kinds of spaces when you already have spent time observing and sketching them.

ALSO! They don't have to be good sketches! It's just to build out your mental catalogue and strengthen your perception of perspective.

now the actual thing...

BACKGROUNDS

(the pictures used for this are my own. I dug them out of my 2022 folder)

Backgrounds have slightly different rules based on what you are making them for. Videogame Environment Concept Art vs Animation Layouts vs Comic Backgrounds vs Illustration backgrounds.

They all follow the same basics, which I will go over here, but the intention and function of those designs are going to be different. It's all about how you set up the scene and what it's purpose is!

Brainstorming and Thumbnailing

I like to think about a location as though it is a character. An abandoned old house with creaky sagging floorboards is very different from a futuristic space ship with sharp metal floor panels. A gas station has a very different feeling from a library.

I usually start by asking what is this location's story? Why was it built and for what purpose? What kinds of things does this room need to fulfill that purpose? You don’t need solid answers, but its good to be thinking about it while you are working.

Next, sketch some ideas for how this place is going to look. For me, this usually involves drawing the idea from multiple angles and then making lists & small sketches of the objects I think should be filling the space.

Example: The main character of my original work is a Wanderer. They collect a lot of things on their travels, but those items have to be small enough to be easily carried in a backpack. I wanted his room to be in the corner of an attic, walled off by curtains, and filled with trinkets. You can see some of my brainstorming above.

References

I only look for references after I've done some sketching and planning; this is to solidify my idea first so that I don't accidentally copy anyone else's work. I will make a moodboard with pictures of lighting, colours, items, rooms with specific ceiling beams, old chairs, etc. basically whatever I feel fits the vibe.

Honestly, I don't use references as much as I should. For ROTTMNT fanart I look at backgrounds and screenshots from the series to study the style. I also reference actual photos of NYC to get a feel for how Rise condenses the visual information.

In general, it's good to have references of real life objects/locations, because there are so many details like cracks in pavement, stickers on polls, crowning on buildings, fancy fencing, weird chair legs, etc. that you might not think of. It's the imperfect details that can make a location feel more alive.

Perspective

Once you have your chosen sketch we move to.... the infamous perspective boxes. Doing backgrounds is just learning to be comfortable drawing So Many boxes and carving items out of them.

Many better artists than myself have made videos on perspective, vanishing points, and all the technical bits. Videos like THIS ONE and THIS ONE are helpful (this post is great too!!). There are probably a lot of classes to be found on Skillshare or Schoolism. I learned a lot of this in my college art course, so I can't give you a specific video which helped me.

You can get by and be a good artist without learning this stuff. There are quite a few successful artists who have admitted they never bothered to learn perspective (one of these people even made a whole graphic novel series).

I personally avoided properly learning this stuff until I was in my 20s because I thought it would be boring and difficult to do. tbh I really wish I had learned it earlier because it's so much fun to make those silly little boxes imo. It looks scary and complicated but, just like drawing humans, it just takes time, repetition, and practice to develop the knowledge and skills.

Cleanup

You have your boxes and lines! Cool! Now to make a scene out of it. Fill in the details, get everything placed were you want it! Generally, the lines of each item will point back towards the horizon line, but they can have different perspective points.

Generally you would want to clean it up and get your room completely sketched before doing the lineart. I tend to combine the steps (not recommended)

Lineart

I've mentioned how I do this before. Closer objects have thicker lines and more detailed inside. Further objects have thinner lines and less detail. I didn't quite achieve that balance with the image below, but it's close enough.

Colours and Shading will have to be a separate post. In the meantime, I highly recommend the book "Color and Light" by James Gurney. I used to borrow it from my local library and a good chunk of my knowledge was learned from it :)

[moonalumi]

riding sub!top jackson ellie

[nsfw 18+]

warnings- sub!top ellie, riding (r receiving) strap on sex (r receiving), handcuffs (e receiving), face sitting (r receiving) boob sucking ( e & r receiving), ellie begging, light face slapping, argument mentioned

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oh poor ellie. she’s been waiting, rather impatiently, for you to come home and hold her. to calm her nerves she resorts to drawing in her journal, but finds her mind draws back to you.

hours before you and ellie got into a mild argument which lead to her storming out at her little garage home and going god knows where. you’re left stranded in her empty home so a few minutes later you left as well and don’t come back until hours.

which leaves ellie to her current predicament. she misses you like hell. she feels guilty now that her anger subsided and all she wants to do is make it up to you. but of course! ellie too stubborn to go look for you herself so she sits and waits.

you know how ellie can be. you know how stubborn she is. so you make her wait hours, almost the whole day until you knock on her door.

she answers almost immediately and steps back so you can come in. you almost feel bad for her cause she looks so guilty, but you remember her earlier actions.

“hey” ellie says avoiding eye contact with you and staring straight at the ground.

you ignore her and take off your jacket and shoes and sit on her bed, ushering her to come here. she hesitantly follows, sinks down on the bed next to you and apologizes start spilling out of her pretty lips.

you shut her up with your lips, kissing her so softly while she hesitates, then kisses you with so much need and passion, it’s like she’s trying to make it all up to you with one kiss.

you notice the need in her kiss. her pulling of your bottom lip, and you begin straddling her hips. pushing her further on the bed and once her back hits the headboard she whimpers. you pull away from the kiss; a string of saliva connecting you together.

“i want you to listen to me okay, can you listen?” you ask the girl under you, watching her pupils get bigger and her chest heave once she realizes where this is going.

she nods and shakily puts her hands on your hips to which you grab ahold of both of them and pin them beside her head. “i want you to get your strap for me and then lay back down like this, can you do that for me?” you whisper while kissing her jaw and neck, hearing her breaths get heavier and heavier.

ellie shakily blurts out a ‘yes’ and once you get off her she’s immediately digging around her drawers for her strap.

“and take everything off except this” you say pulling her grey wife beater back and letting it fling back onto her skin. ellie pathetically nods, following your every command. quickly taking everything off in front you and putting her strap on and laying back down on the bed just like you told her to.

you smile at her obedience, taking everything except your bra off and straddling her again. positioning her cock so you sit right on top of it. “your being so good ellie you wanna touch me?” you ask her, purely because you can see her hands fidgeting around, fingers barely grazing your thighs. ellie looks up at you, her big eyes telling you the answer to your question, but oh poor ellie. right when you nod, giving her permission, you grab ahold of her wrists and handcuff them to the headboard.

ellie eyes widen and she fights with the cuffs, pulling on them with furrowed eyebrows while you laugh at her attempts.

“babe…please…” ellie whines with her raspy voice, looking back up at you with those big needy eyes again.

“this is what you get for storming off on me, baby you thought i could forget about that and just accept all your apologies?”

ellie furrows her eyebrows and fights the handcuffs once again “b-but you know i have to touch you…you know i- i love having my hands all over you”

you ignore her pleads and lift up her tank top just enough so her abs and v-line are visible and you run your hands up and down them, caressing her waist in the process. “love having my fun with you like this, you know that?” you say tilting your head slightly and running your hands up to her toy with her nipples through her shirt.

ellie immediately squirms and bucks her hips up causing you to grind down on her strap. “you’re so needy” you whisper to her and lift her tank top up to kiss her tits and suck.

“mmm p-please i’m so sorry let me touch you please! i’ve been waiting all day” ellie rambles on already out of breath.

you feel a tinge of guilt cause, she has been waiting all day but nontheless you continue teasing her. pulling away and lifting your hips up, “i’m so wet for you ellie i bet you wanna taste it huh?”

ellie quickly nods, her tongue darts out to lick her lips as she eyes your soaked pussy.

“words” you command and leave a light slap to her cheek.

“y-yes please…i’ll do anything” ellie breaths out.

you smile and crawl on top of ellie, positioning right on top of her lips as you hold on top the headboard and sink down. before you know it ellie’s tongue is all over your pussy, messily sucking and slurping. flicking and licking all around you.

“oh f-fuck ellieee” you moan out and intertwine you and ellie’s hands together as she keeps pulling on her handcuffs, desperate to hold your hips and plant you straight down on her face.

ellie thrusts her tongue inside of you and tongue fucks you so relentlessly. poor ellie really needed to taste you. your hips jolt as her nose rubs against your clit. you look down at her squeezed eyelids and feel the vibrations of her moans deep inside you.

“just like that baby you’re so good to me” you breathlessly moan out and when you feel one harsh thrust of her tongue, combined with her nose hitting the right spot; you feel your orgasm hit you and without warning you start cumming all over her tongue.

you squeeze ellie’s hand and tug on her hair which causing her to let out another moan inside of you and to her disappointment you lift your hips up and watch as strings of cum land on ellie’s lips and chin. the whole lower half of her face glistening with your cum and wetness and she’s just loving it. you can tell by that pussydrunk, toothy smile she gives you with her eyes, low and half lidded.

“you’re such a pussy slut” you tease as you straddle her hips again and right before she comments you plop yourself down to sit right on top of her strap which causes ellie’s hips to jerk up and a moan to slip out.

“you liked that?” you ask and do it again, the base of her strap bumping her clit just right.

“ohhh mhm please keep-“ the sound of your moan and another slam back down cuts her off as her eyes roll back, watching you bounce of her strap.

“mhmpt fuck ellie you’re so deep” you whimper out bouncing yourself up and down. the sound of your pussy gushing all over her fills the room. one hand holds onto ellie’s abs for leverage, nails digging into them. your other hand pulls and tugs on the back of ellie’s hair making her mouth fall agape.

ellie’s groans and whimpers grow louder, but you hear her still fighting with the handcuffs. the metal jingling distracting you from the pleasure so you grab ahold of her jaw, “stop it or i’ll make sure you don’t cum”

ellies eyes widen and she shakes her head frantically, “no no please please i wanna cum please i just wanna-“

you follow ellie’s eyes and see she’s staring dead at your tits, which are bouncing everytime you thrust yourself down on her strap. you take off your bra and arch your back into ellie’s mouth as she latches onto your tits and starts sucking on them like her life depended on it.

you moan and wrap your arms around her. completely engulfed in the pleasure of ellie’s mouth and now her hips jerking up making her strap go deeper into every time you slam back down.

“m’close” ellie whimpers into your tits, and with one thrust back up into you, her head falls back and you watch her cum while fucking herself into you as deep as she can. seconds later you hips stutter and lose rhythm so you lift your hips up letting ellie take control, thrusting in and out of you through your orgasm. you moan and grip her shoulders, leaving nail scratch marks all over it and once your high fades away you slump back down ontop of ellie. your pussy still throbbing gently around the strap you have yet taken out of you.

ellie whines and tugs on the handcuffs, seemingly to remind you to take them off. and you giggle, pry yourself off her, reaching for the keys and unlocking the cuffs.

ellie groans and holds her wrist as you sigh and massage the soreness out of her other wrist and kiss it. “m’sorry ellie their so red, are you okay?” you ask her with worry in your tone.

ellie nods and pull you in for a slow sloppy kiss. when you both pull away only cause you’re out of breath, she sleepily smiles at you, “been wanting to do that the whole time.”

you kiss her cheek and look down at where her strap is still inside you. “i’m gonna get up okay?” you say and hold onto her shoulders, sighing at the empty feeling you get and helping her take off the strap. hiding your smile when you see the mess she made of herself but shaking that thought off and laying back down on her chest.

her arms wrap around you and before she falls asleep she asks, “do you forgive me?”

you furrow your eyebrows and look up at her, “for what?” you ask puzzled.

ellie scoffs, “babe, our argument?”

“ohhhhh i forgot about that, yeah i forgive you”

“how did you forget you practically just tortured me cause of it” ellie jokes.

you gasp and hit her arm, “no i did not! you liked it and i know that cause you literally came all over the b-“

you’re shushed by ellie’s hand over your mouth and a kiss to your forehead. god you really love this silly girl <333

an- GOD i love subtop ellie and jackson ellie so much this is literally my heaven i had to write this EXCEPT MORE

[yoredoesmore]

Sparring Is Caring | Hoshina Soshiro

You and Hoshina are no longer allowed to spar together

The third division has many rules and regulations to keep the facility safe and in order. One of those rules is that you and the Vice Captain are no longer allowed to step into the same training room at the same time. Ashiro herself put the rule up after being summoned to break up one of your fights.

Nothing good could ever come from a man who is more than confident in his fighting skills and can back up his words by obliterating all his sparring opponents and a person who has been trained to fight and kill from an early age and does not accept defeat as an option.

You would have never bothered to train with Hoshina, as you were well aware that the both of you had the same chemistry as fire and oil when it came to sparring together. When fighting Kaiju or in your free time you harmonized just perfectly but when your pride was at stake all was doomed to burn.

But then Iharu just had to ask who would win in a fist fight, you or the Vice Captain. The both of you immediately answered with “me” and that is how it all began.

“Ya sure ya wanna do this?” Hoshina had that cocky grin on his face as he stretched his limbs.

“Are you regretting your choices, Captain? Don't tell me yer scared.”

It was so on.

The two of you exchanged blows that would have a junior cadet knocked out cold. You twisted and dodged in ways the audience did not know was possible while Hoshina kept aiming at you in swift motions. Hoshina was fast and strong, making sure to target your weak spots while you put your focus on catching him off guard.

The session got to the point where the others were convinced that you were going to kill each other if somebody didn't step in, and they were right.

As the fight proceeded, more and more space was taken by the storm the two of you were creating. Chairs and water bottles got knocked over, the crowd had to evacuate the training room to not get hit by some of the attacks and even some of the equipment got dented.

Just when you were about to incorporate brooms and mops into the fight Ashiro walked in, bringing an end to the mess. The room had become a wreckage yet the two of you were still hungry for more.

This went on for a little longer. It started with you and Hoshina promising Ashiro to keep it down and not overdo it and ended with yet another training room having to be closed for “renovations”

After that Ashiro announced (over the speakers may I add for everyone to hear) that security is to be called if you and Hoshina are ever seen in the same training room again.

(They later on added signs saying “only one crazy lunatic allowed in at a time” with drawings of you and Hoshina in front of every training room)

[funlovinzara]

My only one.. Jiji x you

A new student was introduced into my class, his name was Jiji Enjoji. He’s vibrant, playful and flirty, i did think he was attractive but due to recent events..I’ve fell out of the love game. This school is the worst possible place to find love, all the guys are either players or they’re ridiculously rude. Innocent girls mind their own business and they are bothers by some stuck up guy that nags them about their appearance. I didn’t want to be apart of that fake relationship cycle.

Although love was something beautiful to day dream about, it was nearly impossible for me in this state, in this school.

I walk to my lunch area, a quiet secluded space away from everyone so i wouldn’t get harassed and i could listen to my music or quietly study. However, nice things don’t last forever..

A group of guys walk over to my area, i hear one of them say “trust me guys this is the best spot, no one comes here! It’s perfec-.” the guy looks at me and sighs. “Well one person won’t hurt, i guess it’s fine to stay here.” The guys sit at my empty table, one of them being Jiji who’s the light of the group. As i shyly sit, slightly eavesdropping into their convo i can hear Jiji crack funny jokes.

To my unfortunate surprise i let out a chuckle, “see? Even cutie over here is laughing!!” Exclaimed Jiji. ‘Cutie? Me?’ He scoots over to me and looks at what I’m doing “Whatcha up to cutie??” I was doodling on my paper with a bit of work on it here and there. “Nice drawings! Rad, super!!” He sang to me while making a silly face with his fingers in guns. I give him a soft smile, almost letting a giggle escape my lips. One of his friends checks the time to blurt,

“Woah guys we have 5 more minutes, we need to head back to class our lunch is almost over!!” They all look at each-other before getting up and stretching to walk away. While the group walked away, Jiji turned around to look at me,

“Cya later cutie queen! You rock gurl!” He flashes winks, giving me a peace sigh while walking out.

Is he being genuine?? Me, cute to him? Every girl basically fawns over him. But then again, he’s like this to every girl. I can’t get caught in my feelings, i can’t fall into the same loophole i can’t…

I head back to my homeroom and i sat in my seat with the remaining few minutes before the teacher comes back, and the same materials i had at lunch. I continue skimming over the pages and all the tiny doodles and drawings i made. Until i hear that voice. “Ayyy cutie queen you’re in here too?? Whatsuppp!!” Everyone looks over at me, then Jiji. He takes a seat next to me and starts to yap uncontrollably, I’ve never had this happen to me before at all.

The class begins, we’re now learning history. I jot down a little notes while paying attention enough to retain good information, but i hear whispering next to me.

“Hey…hey pretty.”

I ignore it, keeping my eyes straight on the teacher. That was probably someone else, not my problemo.

“Cutiee…~” Dear Heavens. I turn my head slightly, from the corner of my eye i can see Jiji leaned towards me. “Hey queen…can you help me with this problem? You look super smart!” He whisper yells, but the teacher catches on

“Jjii, is there something you’d like to share?” He snaps back into his seat, giving a nervous look at the teacher “No- not at all!!!” I side eye him, he gives me a side eye as-well, him signaling that he needs help. When the teacher finishes their lecture, we are finally able to chat. “Everyone please discuss with your partner about the questions, this must be finished before the end of class!”

We were also allowed to pick partners, and out of everyone Jiji picked, his friends, a beautiful girl, he chose me. Probably for answers i bet… i look over to him giving me a sly look, like this emoji ‘😏’

“SOoo cutie!! Wanna be my partner?” I look to the side and see all the girls looking confuzzled. “Why them..” they whisper “i want him to work with me..!” I nodded my head in agreement, not like i really had a choice anyway. I’ll just give him the answers and get it over with, i really don’t want to grow attraction for him. He’d just use me.

I explain the questions to him, and he’s actually locked in. He understands the situations and answers the questions in complete perfect paragraphs with evidence needed to prove as-well. We turn in our assignments right on the bell, we walk out of class and i try to pick up the pace, he wouldn’t follow me. But oh he did.

“Let me walk home with ya! You know thanks for all the help cutie, you really helped me understand the benchmark a little more. You’re awesome!!!” He cheered while winking at me.

I finally say my first words to him “you’re walking with me..?” He looks over to me with a big smile “Of course! A cutie needs her special body guard.” This is so weird! We make it to my place and i just give him a wave. Although it was time to part ways he grabs my shoulder. “Hey, could i get your digits?” He gives me a trustworthy look, blushing a little. I think i might actually start to like this guy. He hands me his phone i type and i type in my number, i hand it back to him and his grin gets even larger.

“Welp, cya tomorow cutie queen!!” He makes his way walking off and i make my way into my home. While Jiji walks home, he experiences this odd feeling. He places his hand on his chest and grips it, crimping his uniform. His head down as he speed walks, sweat dripping from his forehead, blush filling his face.

Normally he doesn’t feel this way for anybody, but something about you was different. Not your looks, or your personality, he could just tell you two would get along. A bit much to where he would develop feelings

Your phone dings, right about when you head to bed. You look at your notification seeing its from an unknown number.

?: Goodnight, cutie

You smile, already knowing who it is. I wonder how life is going to be with a new ‘friend’. Then the delusional intrusive thoughts start to flood in “i can make him mine.” You hit your head and flop onto your pillow, were just friends…

[soukokuforthesoul]

married!soukoku aus where they always get married/engaged in somewhat unconventional ways every time

- just saying “ok we’re married now” and that’s that

- buying rings together and calling it a day

- writing their own marriage papers because they do not need any records of them, even marital ones

- saying their vows in bed a moment before they go to sleep

- ^ or whilst killing people together

- ^^ and being enemies

- ^^^ or marrying before becoming enemies, then treating dazai’s betrayal to the mafia as a divorce contract… at first, seriously, then just joking about it and getting ‘remarried’

- drawing a line on each other’s ring finger

- chuuya accidentally cutting dazai’s finger exactly where the ring would go, and dazai saying that it means chuuya had proposed… so they’re married now

- ^ trying to carve a ‘ring’ into chuuya’s finger but he says no and just gets his own ring

- “let’s marry” “ok, when?” “now” “ok” and so they were bound through life and death, and vowed to hate (love) each other till death did them part

- eloping from the mafia?? (so chuuya leaves, too)

- high school au and they marry on the rooftop of the school just for fun

- marrying before dating

- marrying on the verge of death (both of them are about to die)

- getting caught (or kidnapped) together, and the worst decision their captors made was to put them in the same room. so they make one of the captors the priest and the ring is taken from a grenade as they run away and let the explosions behind them be the symphony to the newly wedded couple—

- ‘marrying’ as children (elementary school, probably) and one of them takes it seriously and to heart, so the other feels bad to say it hadn’t been literal… and then they actually do marry

- ^ OD: “i can’t wait till i find a beautiful woman to marry and die with ><!!” CN: “…i thought we were married, dazai?” *insert the most pathetic expression ever* OD: “w…we were?”

- “chuuya, you have to say ‘‘till death do us part.’” “why? death ain’t got shit on us!” “i don’t wanna be stuck with you even when we’re dead.” “asshole.”

- dazai breaking into the mafia after years, kneeling before chuuya whilst simultaneously avoiding the guards + other pm members who surround him, taking chuuya’s hand, taking the glove off, and sliding a ring onto his finger then just. leaving. 100% to confuse chuuya and give him shit in the pm so they start questioning him until he manages to talk his way out of it (and later confront dazai about it)

- marrying whilst drunk and not remembering anything about it the next day

- marrying as an ‘act’ under enemy territory to catch them off guard, then attack

- ^ later being like “can it just have been real so we don’t have to deal with the cheesy shit again?” “bet.”

- lmao dazai proposing to corruption!chuuya only for the ring to be utterly crushed under his fingers before dazai turns him back… and dazai being upset about it so he doesn’t talk to chuuya for a week

- a ring… made of bandages? just tying a strip on and being like “there! now we’re married <3” “you idiot—“

- putting a ring in chuuya’s food but chuuya nearly ends up choking on it

- putting a ring on the other’s hand when they sleep so there’s no room for rejection… and when they wake up they’re all confused like “did… i just miss a couple years of my life?”

- “truth or dare?” “dare.” “i dare you to marry me.” “…okay?”

- ‘arranged marriage’ but it’s actually dazai manipulating mori/or his parents into wanting to make him marry chuuya—so that chuuya has no choice (he did have a choice bc dazai consulted him about it before, but dazai announced to their families that there had been no choice) and so they can do it technically with the parents/mori’s consent (they didn’t want to ask like normal people)

- marrying through letters… penpals? “dearest chuuya, will you marry me? (enclosed is a ring, if you say yes. if not, send it back without an answer). sincerely, osamu.” “to osamu— fuck yeah?? also this looks expensive as shit… its mine now!! — chuuya.”

- bribery that wasn’t necessary

- ^ “i’ll give you (thing) if you marry me.” “…i would’ve said yes, regardless, but now that that’s on the table—yes please:3”

- pop star/singer au and popping in a “slug/mackerel, marry me!!!” whilst on live… knowing the other is watching

- long distance au and marrying on call, but they were both already prepared so they say their vows and present rings that they’d had sent in mail to each other and put them on themselves

- ^ doing it late at night just for the fun of it and falling asleep amidst giggling and hushed promises to see each other soon

- college au and proposing at graduation !

- fanfic writers au and they slip in a “btw if u see this, pls marry me chibi/idiot (depending on who it is)” in the notes, and later the other frantically texts them asking if they were being serious

- adopting a kid together and then, years later, realizing they never married

- forbidden lovers au but they marry publicly

- ^ that but royalty au and they propose in front of the entire kingdom/broadcast it to the world

- thinking they’re gonna die: “fuck it, marry me, dazai!” “wha—okay!!”

[bwskj]

for all the artists who drew leon tied up with a pink ribbon UGHHHHHH thank u here’s a short (re4??) x reader <3

———

“what the hell is this for?” he softly grumbles as your fingers work to loop the dainty pink ribbon around and around until it forms a pretty bow over his two wrists. though sounding annoyed, you can tell he’s curious with the way his head is gently bowed as he watches you work.

you stay silent because you’re not entirely sure what to say. to make him pretty? well he already is pretty. just cause you wanna? yea, just cause.

your eyes enjoy the sight of his big (clearly overworked) hands clasped together as you tweak and pull at the ribbon to make it look extra neat. when you still don’t answer, he starts to raise up a hand, pulling the other along with it.

you place your own over his to stop his movement, and leon brings his gaze up to look at you, subtle puzzlement strewn across his face.

“you know this isn’t going to restrain me right,” he says.

“doesn’t matter,” you breathe out, pushing your knees into the couch and properly seating yourself on his lap.

“what’s the point then?” he huffs a slightly annoyed sigh, face following yours as you fall a little bit shorter now that you’ve settled yourself all comfy on him.

grabbing his face in your hands, you hold it still, though you know he isn’t even planning to look anywhere else. “you ask too many questions.” your chest shudders with an amused scoff.

his faded blue eyes both so piercing and soft stare deep into your own pair. your strong baby boy, all tied and cozied up in your palms… is what you think, and as the seconds stretch, you notice his expression growing so enamored with you that he’s practically melting in your grasp; it’s absolutely not the flimsy ribbon keeping him in place.

you surprise him by taking his bottom lip between your own pair, sucking gently and extending purposely over to the side of his warming cheek. when you pull away, his eyes have dropped to your lips. he moves to chase after it but your hand pushing lightly on his chest holds himself back.

“what does it matter when you just listen to me anyways?” you say softly with a pleased smile on your face, fingertips scratching below his ear.

“of course,” he mumbles, eyes still locked and staring. hands held by the tied ribbon find a fragile grip on the fabric of your blouse. “you know i’ll do anything if it keeps the princess happy.”

“the princess?”

the corner of his lip twitches and he leans his head back a little as your fingertips caress over his soft jaw and down his adams apple. “…my princess.” you can feel his throat swallow over the pad of your thumb. butterflies flutter awake in your stomach.

moments later, you must’ve fallen into a trance, fixated on playing with his freshly-shaved stubble. you’re blinking quick when you feel leon’s tiny pinch of a hold tug at your shirt. “princess…” you look up into his lidded eyes and you notice that he’s subtly drawing closer, “kiss me again… please.”

———

a/n: bruh i can’t i need him so bad i miss him i need to write some more but this is all i can pump out rn please take this offering my loves. i will come back with longer ones <33

if yall know more “leon tied up with pink ribbon” art, pls send them to me… xoxo

[mylovescara]

ʜᴏᴡ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎?

𝖼𝗐: 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗌, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 ‘𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍’ 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, hair pulling, and spanking(once)

𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖳𝗈𝗃𝗂, 𝖦𝗈𝗃𝗈, 𝖭𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂,

ᴛᴏᴊɪ

Slamming into you like no tomorrow. Fucks you as if every time is his last and he can last for hours so expect to be exhausted the next day and he’s roughhhh like will leave you bruised in hickies and marks like he dgaf about the neighbours at all also don't be surprised if you're limping the next morning

—

“Agh fuck—“ You've been at it for hours now the room is filled with squelching noises and sounds of skin slapping “Heh your pussy is so noisy makes me wanna fuck her even harder—” He cuts himself off angling his hip perfectly into your g-spot causing even more moans to fall past your lips

One of his hands lets go of your waist and grips your ass cheeks which are already red from him spanking it and squeezing them “fuck baby, all of this for me yeah?” he gives you one firm slap on ur left cheek his thrusting going at an inhumane pace the force of his thrust making your hips ache but you couldn't care less

The pain mixed with pleasure causes tears to roll down your cheeks sobbing when Toji lets go of your ass and grabs your hair pulling you up towards him and making eye contact with you “Open up” Obediently you open your mouth sticking your tongue out for him “such a slut” he says with a smirking before gripping your face and spitting in your mouth

You swallow it sticking ur tongue out to show him “fuck” is all he says before he grabs you and starts shoving his tongue down your throat making out with your gnashing your teeth together hitting ur lip and drawing a little blood all while still bruising ur insides with his thrust

“You gonna c-cum baby?” you give a slight nod your head feeling too dizzy and lightheaded to answer properly, He reaches his other hand to rub ur clit “c'mon squirt around that dick for me” Your moans increase in volume signalling how close you are

“t-toji I- cumminn” you tighten around him while he rubs your clit faster causing you to squirt and gush all over his pelvis

he lets out a deep breath his head falling back at how tight you got “Ah- ah- take that fuckin cock baby- f-fuck take it-” his eyes roll back as he feels his orgasm creeping up on him “f-fuck gonna fill you up” He lets out a groan before spilling his cum inside you

He lets your hair go letting you fall down on the bed, he leans down laying on top of your back peppering kisses on the side of your face and neck “you ok for round 4?”

ɢᴏᴊᴏ

Starts hard but as he gets more and more into it he starts getting sloppy and random he could be going fast like effing you up for but then the pleasure hits him and he gets slow and sloppy but then 2 seconds later he's up with his cock bulging inside ur stomach again also he's super sensitive as in like he could be on the brink of an orgasm just from making out

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“a-ah” his head rolls back “p-pussy so good f-fuck-” he's fucking up into your g-spot his hands on your inner thighs keeping your legs up to your chest causing him to feel deeper than usual tip hitting ur cervix bulging in your tummy “t-toruu can’t- t-to muuuuch” your cries only fuel Gojo to go harder

His thrust are all over the place his hips slowing down from sensitivity for a second then all of a sudden thrusting into your guts all over again “y-you close baby?—this pussy is getting wetter with every thrust heh-“ your inside feel like their burning but in the best way possible. You look at Gojo tears in your eyes from the pleasure

He smiles at you pecking kisses all over your face his thrusting still uneven inside you “fuck your so cute” he pushes your legs back further causing him to be in a mating press with you his cock reaching even deeper then it was before “s-satoru! c-close-“

“Cmon baby give it to me” Gojo is relentless his thrust getting harder by the second. He winces at how sensitive his cock is but he’s to close to slow down “f-fuck baby your pussy is squeezing me—fucking milking my cock-“

He lets one of your legs go to spit on his hand and rub your clit making you tighten up against his cock. He rubs it agonisingly slow his thrust still going hard inside

“t-toru! fuck—“ you cum all over his dick your slick all over your thighs dripping on your bedsheets your head rolls back onto the pillows behind you

“s-so tight—fuck” Gojo follows soon after you emptying his balls deep inside you cunt moaning into your neck sucking hickeys on you while he comes down from his high

He lifts his head and smiles at you before pulling you into a heated kiss “how about we get cleaned up now hm?”

Nᴀɴᴀᴍɪ

Slow and sensual makes sure you feel comfortable and hits all the right places and sweet talks you through the whole thing making you forget all of your worries. You're his first priority he always makes sure your ok giving you a ton of kisses down your chest massaging your thighs while he's holding them so u don't get any cramps sucking your tits in his mouth ughhh this man is a dreammmmm

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“You ok love?” He’s currently behind your kissing down your neck and across your shoulders rubbing his hands up and down your waist grinding his cock on your ass “I'm ok Kento” you smile to yourself Nanami was so good to you. “You need me to prep you baby?” You shake your head, you’ve grown to like the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out

“You sure?” “Mhm” Kento leans down and gives you a kiss on your cheek you look at him giving him your best ‘fuck me’ eyes causing Nanami to bite his lip. He spreads your ass and spits on his hand before rubbing it on your hole sliding his hand deeper down your slit to get some spit on your clitty massaging it making you breath stutter

“I'm putting it in ok? Deep breath in baby” he pushes his cock in knocking the air out your lungs you push your head deeper into your pillow the pleasure making you feel drowsy. “Gonna start moving alright?” He grunts out the warmth and tightness of your pussy causing his breath to come fast

He starts moving his cock in and out of your hole and moves himself down so he can plant kisses all over your neck. His hips moving at the right place not too fast but not slow enough not to feel good but just enough for his thrust to feel loving and pleasurable all at once.

“k-kento…” you close your eyes, gasp and moans come out of your mouth “Feel good love? You're squeezing me so tight” he kisses the side of your face now pressing a kiss next to the corner of your lips

“You look so pretty like this, takin my cock so well, fuck” his praise makes you tighten even more around him making you feel even more euphoric. Nanami groans in your ear “you getting close already baby?” He smiles “your so cute”

You bite your lip and nod your moans coming quicker and in higher pitch while Nanami speeds up his hips pushing right on your g spot “Let go baby I got you”

your vision goes white and the pleasure hits you in the gut “K-Kento ohmygosh c-cumming!” your slick covers his cock forming a white ring around it “That's it, good girl cummin all over my cock like that”

He pulls out and starts jerking himself using his free hand to spread your ass cheek. “Fuck—ugh” he cums right onto your hole watching as it drips down through you lips and to your clit

He leans down and places a kiss on your forehead “let me go and run a bath for us ok?” you weakly nod your head watching as he smiles at you and walks towards your shared bathroom

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"I'm competing for your attention again, aren't I?" w Art Donaldson 🙏

From the Domestic Bickering Prompt List

Sure thing!

Warnings: Established relationship, twice-divorced Art Donaldson, fluff, smooches

You've caught sight of him out of the corner of your eye two, maybe three times—but you've been so damn busy answering the usual questions that you've hardly had a chance to catch up with him. You're certain that he's been getting a healthy handful of them, too, along with a heap of sarcasm—

Will you have the ceremony on the court?

Will the bridal party be in tennis whites?

Third time's the charm, eh, Donaldson?

While you hadn't had any idea who Art was when you'd first met him, he'd been forthright with you about being twice divorced. He'd told you that his first wife had cheated on him, and his second wife had been a rebound.

"I wanna get married again," He'd admitted, "But I want this one to stick."

Now, you pass a nervous smile toward where Tashi Duncan and Patrick Zweig are in the corner of the party. They've been keeping to themselves for the most part, seeming to trade smiles and barbs between one another, and exchanged bland pleasantries with Art's family.

Art having such a close relationship with his ex-wife had unsettled you at first, but they had a child together. His bond with Patrick was just as obvious but admittedly a little more nebulous to you. But, they were important to Art, so you adjusted.

Patrick catches and holds your eye, raising his beer in a mock-toast and shooting you a wink. Tashi meets your gaze you next, her brow arched slightly as she gives you a nod. It's just enough and nearly too much all at once.

You're drawn into Art's mother's arm a moment later, giving you a squeeze as she coos over your engagement ring.

"You have to meet Alan and Edith—they're Art's godparents."

"Oh, I'd love to!"

--

"There you are."

You look up, doing a double-take at the sight of Art leaning in the doorway.

"Hey! Where did you put that bottle of wine that your mother brought?" You ask, scanning the crowded counter tops in Art's kitchen—well, it'll be your kitchen, too, once you're fully moved in.

"Can't that wait?"

"It must be in here somewhere."

"Honey."

"Can you check the dining room? Or—maybe we left it in the front hall?"

You hear Art sigh and expect to hear him leave, but when he doesn't budge, you turn your head to get a good look at him. His head is hanging, his thumb sliding over his left ring finger.

"...Art?"

"I'm competing for your attention again, aren't I?"

You purse your lips, rounding the counter toward him. When the two of you had begun dating, he hadn't been the only name on your dance card. When he'd told you that he wanted to be exclusive all of that had stopped, of course—but he'd made his dislike of sharing your attention very clear.

"You know it isn't the same," You remind him. "I'm not texting a Tinder fuckboy. I'm trying to find the gift that your mother very kindly brought us to make sure I stay on her good side."

"You don't need to worry about that. She loves you."

"I worry about it all the same."

"C'mere." Art reaches out, taking hold of your left hand and drawing you in. You smile as he raises it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the ring, and then to your knuckles. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'm just not used to having to chase you down for a kiss."

"Is that what that pout's about?" You lean in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips and grinning as he raises a hand to curl around your jaw.

"I wanna leave," Art murmurs.

"What?" You frown, drawing back to get a better look at him. "Why?"

"I'm sick of the party. I'm sick of this already," He thumbs your ring. "I wanna marry you tonight. Right now."

"Art!" You laugh, "Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not kidding."

"You have to be. We haven't filed for a license yet—and we still have to arrange everything."

"We'll go to Vegas. If we leave right now, get tickets at the airport, we'll get there before the marriage license bureau closes. We can file online, on the way to the airport."

"...Art," You shake your head. "You're—Seriously?"

"Seriously." His eyes search yours. "I don't want to have to wait to call you my wife."

"We can't just leave everyone here."

"They're adults, they can see themselves out."

"It would be rude."

Art sighs, looking toward the busy patio. "Alright. We'll give everyone a very polite brush-off. And then can we fly to Vegas?"

"Won't your family be disappointed?"

"I don't care about that." He pauses, a wave of concern passing across his face. "Will you be disappointed?"

"What do you mean?"

"...I've done this a couple'a times. I can do without the big white wedding. But," His brows raise as he tips his head toward you, "If you want it, we'll have it."

You consider for a few moments, glancing toward the patio.

Tonight has been such a whirlwind. You've hardly had any time to catch a breath. The politics of wedding planning can be so nerve-wracking, and you'll have those little comments, those teases of third time's the charm hanging over your head. You'll have to invite Tashi and Patrick to the wedding, and where to seat them? With Art's other friends from the Academy? Will themed drinks be expected? Some hair-brained concoction called The Grand Slam, accompanied by a toothpick with a little tennis ball on the end?

There's press coverage to be had, too. Art may not be playing right now, but that doesn't mean he isn't news. You're not ready for those cameras, the questions, the months of speculation about your dress, about Tashi's attendance—

You look up at Art, resting your hand on his chest.

"I'm going to find the bottle of wine that your mom brought. We're going to finish this party like we planned...And pack when everyone leaves. We'll go to Vegas tomorrow."

The grin that breaks across Art's face is so bright and beautiful that you have no doubt you made the right decision. The crushing force of his kiss nearly bowls you into the opposite side of the door frame.

"I love you," He murmurs.

"I know, baby. I love you, too."