#shadow’s clothes sucks ik

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Hah

[strawberrymochin]

Weakling ♪

╰┈➤ ❝ use your pretty mouth ❞

Genre- smut

Synopsis- sukuna fucks you among the dead corpses of your crew members.

Word count- 2.4k

𐙚 Warnings 𐙚 -: minors do not interact | oral (male receiving) | semi public sex | unprotected sex | creampies | blood | degradation | sukuna calling reader slut | slight use of cursed energy |

Blood splattered on your face as a strike of cursed energy made the head of your last crew member to fall off his body. It rolled over, leaking blood, halting up to you till its infront of your legs, as you stare in horror.

The still headless body of your friend collapsed onto the vast floor, joining the other corpses of innocent humans. And now it's your turn.

You look up to sukuna, to see him grinning at you, wickedly. In one blink, he sprang upto your position, making the same gesture he did to kill the others. You back off dodging his attack. You're the last one alive, and maybe not for much long, your last hope is the help coming for you from the jujutsu high, till then you need to keep him engaged, letting him toy with your life.

"Aww, the mortal got swift moves huh! I'm impressed. Honestly I never thought you weakling would survive this long." He mocks attacking you once again.

"I still impressed you though." You reply, dodging off his punch, which was deprived of any cursed energy. Sukuna threw one, two and three attacks consequently till one of his kicks strike you hard on your stomach, causing you to lapse till your back hit the cold wall of the tunnel.

You cough out blood as sukuna laughs. "So tell me, pretty weakling, how shall I kill you?" He raises your chin up, using his index finger, to make you look into his eyes. "Shall I slash your body parts?" He says, "or shall I take your heart out?"

"Don't you have any better option?" You spit out, not taking your eyes off him. You really shouldn't provoke him, now that he regained most of his power. Time doesn't seem to slip away, and you have no clue how long it will take for the rescue team to show up.

At this point you're not even sure if any help from even any special grade sorcerer would stop him, and you're just a semi grade 1 sorcerer. Practically nothing infront of him. Still your pride forces you to forget your position, deciding to rile him up. If you have to die in sukuna's hands anyway, you would rather die pissing him off.

"You sure have a big mouth.....why not put it to good use?" His index trailed down from your chin to your throat, adding other fingers to grip your throat, strangling you.

"Good u-se...l-ike what? Suck your dick?" You manage to voice out, as your hands try to loosen his grip.

Sukuna stilled for a while, his grip on your throat loosened a bit, for you to fill enough oxygen in your lungs which he drew out.

The thick metallic smell of blood lingered in the air. Even in the dim lighting of the tunnel, sukuna's shadow engulfed your entire body. The king of curses is only a step away killing you, then why isn't he acting upon it? Why is he staring at you like that?

His eyes fixated at you, narrowing a bit as a devious smile crawls his lips. "You impressed me once again," he said, "now get down on your knees and suck it." His hands travelled to your nape, thumb drawing circles behind your ear.

For moments you do nothing but stare at him. Then your knees sinked down, obeying him, without breaking the eye contact. You wanted to keep him engaged, and there seemed to be no other option than this.

Your hands brushed on his clothed groin, almost gaping at the bulge you feel in there. Sukuna grinned wider, at your response, his hands are now gripping your messy braid. You unzip his pants, pulling it down slowly as his huge hard length pops out. As huge as his dick is, it is adorned with two stripes of tattoos just like his entire body.

He's already leaking precum, for a moment you are unsure how to fit such a huge thing in your mouth. Sukuna parted his lips to say something, but stopped midway, sucking in a breath, when you put your fingers around it, and start stroking and massaging his shaft.

You could practically feel his dick grow even more, as his tip swells red with more precum. Your feel his veins throbbing at your touch. A ghost smile spreads through your lips, it would be a total lie to say you weren't aroused at the sight of his huge cock calling for you. Your heart was pounding in your chest as blood buzzed in your ears.

"Use your pretty mouth, weakling," he grunts, "fast." You nodded obediently, kissing the tip lightly, then using your tongue to give it a few licks, tasting his precum. A few moments ago, you were there fighting for your life against him, now you are gladly licking his cock, about to give him a blowjob.

"Mhmmh....." He groaned, shoving his cock, into your mouth lacking patience. "Suck it," he rasped, "put your mouth to good use"

You found yourself in daze, your mind couldn't focus on anything, suddenly you don't remember why you even agreed to do this. But it felt good. Heat coiled up in the lower pit of your stomach as your tongue swirled around his cock, tracing the veins that throbbed in pleasure, as you bob your head up and down trying to take in as much length as you could, finding a rhythm. How would it feel to have this cock filling you up?

One hand of yours played with his balls, while the other holds his thighs for support. You look up, sucking in and out, rolling your tongue over his shaft, not forgetting the tip. Sukuna is looking at you, his eyes glazed with lust, lips parted, breathing heavily, tilting his head back at the sudden sensation of you sucking on the tip, bucking up his hips, causing you to gag. You were about to pull away, but he shoved your head deeper till you reach his full length.

Sukuna, never in his mortal or immortal life experienced this desire, desire to destroy you, corrupt you, fuck your pretty mouth till you beg him for mercy. Your warm mouth wrapped around his cock, made him go nuts. When you kissed his tip, licking it like a popsicle, swirling your tongue around his shaft, he felt like you're sucking his soul.

"Hahh....Aaah....uugh" he grunted, fucking your mouth, as you tear up, drooling, choking on his huge cock. Sukuna increases his pace, drawing out oxygen from you. "Mngh-ph....nmh.." you cried out, sensing his cock twitching in your mouth. His ragged breath and rough thrusts told you he's on the verge of reaching his orgasm.

"Aaghh....hahh...mnph....such a good girl....mhmm, want me to cum in your mouth? Hahh?" He pulled on your braid making you look up into his eyes. You nodded.

You looked so pretty with those messy hairs coming off your braid, tears staining your face dampening the dried blood flakes, lipstick smugged off whose stains linger around his cock. Sukuna's breath hitched at this sight, edging him hard. His cock twitched, as he jolted in pleasure, eyes rolling as he cums in your mouth.

You pull away, swallowing his load as much as you could.

Sukuna bends to your level, face flushed, hint of satisfaction on his it. "So tell me, shall I kill you now?"

You take in a ragged breath before answering him, "do what you please, but fuck me before that." You say, coughing a bit, wiping the mixture of his cum and your drool from dripping down your chin. Even if you're dying today there's ain't no way you're dying horny like that.

One second.

It takes one second for sukuna to grab your wrists and pin them over your head, holding them down with only one of his hand. He looked very much of a predator hunting for his prey, totally hovering over you.

His dark eyes scanned your face and then slowly it travelled down to your neck, then to your collarbone, and then to your chest.

"As you wish" sukuna's velvet voice, rang around your ears, getting you even more drenched as his other hand comes up in the air, pointing at you, making a gesture with his finger.

The cold sensation of cursed energy quivered through your body. For a moment you couldn't understand what happened right now. He used his cursed energy on you but somehow you were still alive.

He draws you out of your thoughts, nibbling on your skin, almost drawing out blood. You wince, as his teeth sink deeper, the taste of your blood drived him crazy,as his hand grope your breasts, kneading them. "Mhmn....sukuna" you mewled, he draws his nails over your hardened nipples, playing with them, sending jolts of sensitivity.

Your eyes widened as it striked you. He used cleave to rip off your clothes, which now pooled beside you in pieces. The only piece of fabric still left on your body was your panties.

You arch your back in pleasure, a needy moan escaping your lips, as sukuna takes one of your nipple in his mouth, licking it and then sucking in roughly. He repeats the same actions for the other nipple, freeing your hands as he kicks off his pants which were pooling around his legs, grinding his cock on your lower abdomen regaining it's hardness.

Sukuna trails rough kisses, as your hands wrap around his built body. It's happening. It's finally happening.

You could not decide whether to feel proud or sad. Being fucked by the king of curses, sukuna himself can be considered sort of an achievement right?

"So wet for me huh, you horny weakling" you don't even know when his hand travelled down to your pussy, rubbing your clothed clit, drenching into your juices.

"Nngh...sukuna please! I need it." You beg, looking into his crimson red eyes, squirming with need. "Need what baby? Use your words..."

Sukuna grinds his cock over your clothed pussy. "I need you." You whimper, wanting to feel him inside you. Your nails sink in his arms marking bruises as he brushes his finger over you sensitive nipple again. "Beg in detail baby....wanna know what exactly my mortal slut wants..."

"I want you to fill me up. Fuck me. Destroy my cun—AHHH" before you could finish your sentence, sukuna rips the last piece of fabric from your body, slamming it in without any notice.

"Aaah, f-fuck it baby- ah....so tight...mmnh"

Sukuna lowly grunts in pleasure, as he's sinking himself inside of your gummy walls. Your cunt looked so pretty, streching for his cock, wrapping it around so well. He fitted in you like a puzzle piece made for each other. He felt so warm with you wrapped around him.

It felt heavenly, as his mind fogs into the frantic daze you're luring him in. Unable to resist yourself, you started bucking your hips upwards wanting to feel him. You wanted him close. Even more close.

He started thrusting into you, picking up his pace, steady and rough at the same time. you wrap your legs around his abdomen, allowing him to pound deeper, making your eyes roll in pleasure.

He filled you up so well, even better than you thought. The way he slammed it in, streching you up, sent delicious shivers down your spine. Your mind felt fuzzy and ecstatic as he thrusts hungrily, causing you dripping your sloppy mess on his dick. His cock dived deep in you, hitting spots even you weren't aware of. You could feel his blood rushing through his veins, rubbing inside of your cunt. Pushing in and out.

He fucks you like he's fighting with you. Just like before. Except what you're fighting for is to crawl into eachother's skin. He wanted to kill you before. The taste of your blood on his tongue was intoxicating. It intrigued him even more.

A part of him still wants to kill you, but—

"Mmmnh...ahh...sukuna..."

One of his arms slides down to your waist, while the other rests beside you to support his weight. Sukuna hisses as you clench your gummy walls around him.

"Hmnh...yeah..." His voice came out husky and if you weren't hearing wrong, being all brainfucked at the intensity he pounded you, his voice was half an octave lower than before. He could tell your close by how tightly you clenched around him. Your sweet whimpers sounded euphoric to his ears. The most melodious thing he ever heard.

Desperate, filthy noises echoed through the entire tunnel, as he fucked you mercilessly. You cried out his name as his slides his cock in and out almost too fast with the help of your slick juices mixed along with his precum.

You both were sweating and panting. Fucking eachother like there's no tomorrow. Among the dead bodies of your crew members. However you didn't care. Atleast not now that he's banging you.

"Ahh...hahh...I'm-m close...ahh...cumming" you cry out in pleasure, nails marking his back, tearing up for the second time in a row. "Yeah..hmnh...cum for me. Cum on my cock, baby."

Your body surrendered to fervent bliss, as you feel the build up tension finally releasing, arching your back, curling up your toes. The electric waves of your high jolts through your body like a rollar coaster as you cum on his cock.

You looked at sukuna with your half lidded eyes, as he chased his own climax. And the look on his face was hauntingly beautiful, the one you would never forget. His red eyes never leaving your face as he fucked you, similar red tainting his cheeks, lips parted taking ragged breaths. He bit his lower lip, ramming into you.

You could feel his cock, twitching and throbbing inside you. A muscle on his jaw ticked as he emptied himself into you, with a final rough thrust.

For moments, none of you move, or say anything. Your chests still heaving trying to catch a proper breath. Sukuna was about to pull out, when you raised your hand cupping his face.

His heart skipped a bit as you slowly pull him, arching your neck, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead, then, on his lips.

The kiss was soft, feathery and delicate. Something sukuna never felt before. The way you looked at him, through your half lidded tired eyes; the way his love bites were painted your on body like an art piece on an empty canvas; the way you made him lose his control was something he never experienced.

He eyed you for a brief moment, before pulling his length out, as you wince at the emptiness. However you are too spent to react. His hot liquid leaked out from your pussy, dripping on the floor.

~♡~

The sound of cars arriving, from a bit far turned both of your attention. The help which you called from jujutsu high is here. You turn your head back to look at him when he pressed two fingers on your forehead.

Your mind went blank, as if falling into a deep trance, passing out. Sukuna gets up, scooping up your naked body, as he looks at your face.

A part of him still wants to kill you, but make no mistake. He's certain, he could kill for you.

a/n- this is my first time attempting to write smut. Ignore if there are any mistakes. I'm hella nervous 'bout it. The header is made by me (sukuna one in the last) do not use it without my permission.

© strawberrymochin 2024

[journey-to-the-attic]

3rd anni req 11: [NIGHTBRINGER] belphie, lucifer / deep sleep

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note: i've mostly been doing these in the order i remember getting them so far, but i might start skipping around, since they're quite lucifer-frontloaded (not that i'm complaining). anyway - this is based on nb lesson 12, where mc's in that curse-coma, but! the twist is that ik can somehow still speak through it. since, y'know, special reaper curse

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“...oh, you’re here.”

Lucifer doesn’t look up as Belphie slips into the room. He stays there, sitting in a chair he’s dragged from the dining room, half-hunched over, with his forearms on his knees. Belphie gets the distinct feeling that his oldest brother hasn’t slept in the last forty-eight hours.

He glances over at the wan face of the room’s only other occupant. “...still not up?”

“Solomon said not to expect it to happen soon,” Lucifer says blankly. “We don’t know the exact nature of the curse. By all means, it should have been fatal.”

They both look at IK’s blank face. The light flickers in a way that, for a moment, makes her look as if she’s blinking awake - though Belphie doesn’t dare hope.

“Weird kid,” He mumbles, more to her than Lucifer. “You can’t do magic, but you can survive reaper curses? If you can do that, why didn’t you…”

'Why didn’t you stop us from trying to hurt you?' is what he means, but he can’t finish the question. Lucifer looks as if he knows what he was going to say, anyway.

“So where’s Solomon gone, then?” He asks after a beat, frowning. “All that talk, and he’s not even staying to look after her?”

“He said he’d look for solutions in the tomes at the cave. And that he was leaving IK in charge.”

Yeah, that’s right.

“As if h— huh?”

They both whip around. IK hasn’t moved.

Belphie glances quickly at Lucifer. “Did you hear—?”

“Yes.” His response is short and harried. “What was that?”

They both fall silent for a moment, listening hard. Nothing.

“Maybe we’re just hearing things,” Belphie says reluctantly, though he’d swear it to anyone that he just heard IK speaking, loud and clear.

“Do you think that’s likely?” Lucifer stands up, staring around the room like a sentinel, a dangerous shadow falling over his face. “It could be any manner of mimicry. If something’s gotten in—”

Wait, did you hear me?

Lucifer goes dead silent. There's no mistaking that voice - but there’s also no mistaking the fact that the speaker has not moved an inch.

After a moment, Belphie tries, “IK?”

You did! She sounds downright joyful - the words don’t quite ring like speech does in a room, but the voice in their heads is clear as day. I was so BORED.

“You can talk?” He asks, bewildered. “Wait, you’re— can’t you open your eyes?”

No. Do you think I haven’t tried? Now she sounds aggravated. I’ve been awake this whole time. I just can’t bloody move.

“Watch your language,” He says automatically.

Don’t start. I’m losing my mind here. But you can actually hear me now!

“Yes, you’ve said that already.” Lucifer sits down again, leaning forward, practically on the edge of his seat. “How much do you remember?”

Hmm. I remember you both trying to kill me.

A pause. Then Lucifer asks, voice suddenly about half as loud, “What is your situation, then?”

There’s a sort of buzz, as if IK is laughing. Not much going on. It’s like sitting in a dark room. I can hear things coming from outside, but I can’t see anything. It sucks.

Say, if you were a shark, what kind would you be?

“What?”

I think you’d be a nurse shark, Belphie, because they’re usually chill, except when they aren’t. And Lucifer would be… a blue shark, because that’s his favourite colour.

They exchange mildly bemused looks. After a moment, Lucifer says slowly, “How do you know that? I’ve never told you.”

…uh… Belphie gets the distinct feeling that IK is panicking. ...context clues. You know, clothes and stuff.

“You’ve only seen him wearing red,” He says a little suspiciously.

And what’s the opposite of red? Blue. Next question.

It’s no use trying to pry. Every time this happens - every time Belphie gets the unnerving feeling that their attendant knows them better than they even know themselves - he tries to figure out why, and IK deflects. The dedication would be impressive if it wasn’t annoying.

Who is this kid? She shows up, completely out cold, and hasn’t even been awake for an hour by the time she’s been put in charge of the Devildom’s newly-minted residents. Then Solomon, of all people, that sorcerer whose reputation long precedes him, shows up calling her his ward, even though she’s got no magic to speak of.

Though Belphie doesn’t know what else to call her knack for making them… talk. She takes to the Devildom like a duck to water - practically skips through it all while they’re still mired in their own rotten souls. They should’ve been insulted that Diavolo would think this ridiculous little thing capable of handling the seven of them, but IK does it like it’s second nature.

That’s the frustrating part. They’ll tell her near-everything, and IK tells them absolutely nothing. And it isn’t that they’re stupid, or blind, or so self-absorbed that they don’t notice when she goes quiet - when she stares off at something that isn’t there, eyes filled with some inexplicable loneliness that should be far beyond her years.

Is Satan around? IK asks. He was in here, reading, before. He couldn’t hear me then, but maybe he will now.

“Um… he went out.” Belphie sits down on the foot of the bed. “Hey. I’m… not angry with you anymore.”

Wow. Do you want an award?

“No, I—” He swallows. His tail flicks up behind him, and he seizes it for comfort before he can stop himself. “—I’m sorry. That’s what I meant.”

Oh.

Okay.

He waits for a moment. There’s no other response. He looks at Lucifer.

His brother’s face is twisted into something that might resemble remorse. The ironic part is that Ik would probably know better than he does, if only she could open her eyes to see.

“We’re doing what we can,” is all Lucifer says after a while. “You will be alright. I can promise you that.”

That’s a relief, she says, a touch ironically. So am I just stuck like this until Solomon figures something out?

Lucifer’s jaw tightens. “...I don’t know. All we can do is wait.”

Great. I’ll get right on that.

Belphie scoffs. “I don’t know how you’re making jokes right now. You could’ve died. You still might now.”

Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, says IK dryly. I know what being dead feels like. This isn't anything like it.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?”

No answer. Belphie shoots an apprehensive look at Lucifer, then leans forward. “Hey. I’m talking to you.”

Silence. He doesn’t know if IK’s refusing to speak, or if the connection has broken already. He makes as if to stand up, to go find Barbatos, or Diavolo, or anyone who might know how to repair it. He can't lose it now.

He’s poured his heart out to her once before, then hadn’t even waited a day to turn on her. He doesn’t know what, but he has to do something about it, right?

But, before he can, Lucifer takes a deep breath, then abruptly stands up.

“...I have to go,” He mutters.

That, at least, gets IK to speak up again - Belphie feels a rather distracted spark of relief. Where are you going?

“Out,” He replies sharply, then pauses, and sighs. “...I need to clear my head. You’re… incomprehensible.”

That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

…hey. You’ll come back and talk to me, right? It’s really boring in here.

“Is that what you want?” He asks, softer.

It’d be nice.

Lucifer looks at IK for a moment, then leans down. Belphie doesn’t quite see what he does, but when he straightens up again, the blankest are tucked in more snugly, and IK’s hair looks a little neater than it did before.

“Then I will,” Lucifer tells her, and steps back. With one last, lingering glance, he turns on his heel, and walks out.

…

…Belphie, are you still there?

“Yeah,” He says quietly, and decides to take Lucifer’s seat. “Are you okay?”

Not the best I’ve been. Not the best week I’ve had, either.

He wishes he had some water. “That’s our fault, isn’t it?”

Sorry.

“Don’t— what are you saying sorry for? You always—” He stops himself before he can finish. “—you’re so weird.”

A pause. Then, That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

“Stop it. Just…” He drags a hand through his hair and catches a finger on his left horn. “...just let me feel bad, will you?”

…fine.

He takes a breath. “...Beel’s okay, by the way. I don’t know if you’ve heard him.”

I did. I’m really glad.

“He’s worried. We all are. Look, I—”

Don’t bother, IK interrupts. …I get it, I mean. You don’t have to explain it to me.

“I really don’t get you,” He mumbles.

Another laughing sound. I get that a lot.

“Aren’t you scared? Aren’t you angry?”

Not angry. Scared… maybe.

Doesn’t matter, though. It’ll be fine. It has to be. I have to get…

Silence for a while. He doesn't quite dare to ask - have to get... what? What is it that she's so determined to hold on for?

…hey. If you wanted to, say, make it up to me… could you hold my hand?

He blinks. “Will you be able to feel it?”

I don’t know. But it’d be a nice thought.

“...okay. Sure, I can do that.”

Belphie drags the chair closer, untucks a corner of the blanket, and closes his fingers around a cold little hand. IK's voice murmurs a quiet thank you.

If he really squints, he can fool himself into seeing a tiny smile on her face.

"You'd better wake up soon."

[delusional-mishaps]

so basically. i died. anyway days 10–14 of badsansuary :3 only more doodles and little blurbs of writing because, again, I Died :(

day 10: vibe check

this is like his love language or smth idk. bashing someone in the back of the head with a baseball bat <3333 (also whoa full body picture of my sona... yea their feet are paws mwahahha :3c)

day 11: rival

"stop!" jet screeches, kicking at dust defensively.

"stop—stop kickin' me!" he shouts back, leaning away from their kicking paws.

"not unless you stop beating my ass!"

dust growls, kicking back at jet while clutching his controller tighter, trying to focus on the tv screen despite the assault.

"not my fault you suck at smash," he spits, glaring over at them before his character hits jet's off the map once more.

jet cries out dramatically, wailing as the round ends and, once again, dust comes out the winner.

"i know you said you suck, but you really suck," killer quips from his seat across the living room, snacking on a chocolate bar. jet scowls, tossing the controller at his head. he easily catches it.

"let's see you do better." they roll their eyes, slumping in their seat.

as expected, dust wins once again. it seems to be his one skill, being good at this particular game. it's maddening.

day 12: haunted

ik papyrus is actually a hallucination but i think its funny if hes a ghost sometimes and its convenient for this little silly scenario so. anyway smth smth dogs can see ghosts whatever

"can you tell your brother to shut up?"

dust jolts, glancing up at jet where they sit, thrown over the armchair across the room.

"i... uh..." he stutters. the hallucination of his brother falls silent beside him.

"i mean, all he's been doing is, like, complain about you and complain about me and it's really annoying," they continue when dust doesn't say anything.

"you can... see him?" dust asks slowly.

jet scoffs, rolling their eyes and looking up at dust.

"and hear him. tell him to fuck off or something."

dust turns to the... ghost?? of his brother. ghost? he's not a hallucination?

"... could you always see him?" he asks quietly, if not a little annoyed. he thought this was a hallucination all this time, and it's actually a ghost of the brother he killed...

"i mean, he pops in and out, but generally," jet answers with a shrug. "he's really mean."

dust snorts humourlessly. yeah, like he didn't know that. he's the one papyrus has been cussing out for killing him.

as if to add salt i to the wound, papyrus decides to pipe up then, "I TOLD YOU, SANS."

"fuck off, paps."

day 13: shadow

i think its silly when hes like literally an eldrich abomination beneath his hood LMFAOOOOO

day 14: tears

just a coupla losers being goobers <33

"babe."

"hm?" dust grumbles as he rouses from his nap, glancing over at jet. they're surrounded by a pile of half-folded laundry. laundry day...

"look." they hold up one of his t-shirts. dust looks it over before looking at them again.

"what?" he asks with a yawn, stretching lazily.

"look!" they emphasize, sticking their finger through a tear in the fabric. dust sighs, sitting up.

"you woke me because there's a hole in my clothing."

"yes!" jet replies proudly.

"why?"

"cause, like, all of your clothing i've folded so far has been torn. to shreds!" they cry playfully.

"to shreds, you say?" he repeats.

"to! shreds!" they confirm, wiggling their finger through the hole for emphasis.

"so what'll we do?" dust asks, rolling onto his stomach and pillowing his skull on his folded arms.

"well, i guess you'll wear shredded clothing until you get more." jet shrugs.

dust shrugs as well, moving a little closer to burrow his face in their legs.

"'kay. can i go back to sleep now?" he rumbles.

jet huffs, patting dust's skull.

"sure."

[genderqueer-miharu]

So overall caligula effect was good. I definetely have issues with how they portrayed certain topics and characters, and many moments in the main story could've been better in my opinion, but overall i did have a good time with it. My favorite part was definetely the character scenarios tho they were all really interesting i loved learning about all these characters and i loved how a lot of them were directly connected either to another character's scenario or even to the main story (like izuru buying clothes during Ike-P's event which is a follow up to his own scenario where he was trying to buy some, or kotaro talking with shadow knife during his own event, or the whole thing with eiji), so you couldn't unlock certain events until after specific moments in the plot or after certain character's events. And of course it was really fun to find so many overlapping themes and situations with milgram i mean that was the whole reason i started this, and i think it does give an interesting perspective on what things yamanaka likes to tackle and how he may be doing similar things in milgram. So yeah, liked the game, liked the characters especially naruko, kotaro, izuru sweet-p, kuchinashi and eiji for as much as i rag on him and say how much he sucks (because he does) was genuinely interesting. And yeah there were definetely very low moments but it was good. Now to continue with the second game!!!

[sideblogformindtrash]

CW: Deshumanization; pet/slave whump; conditioning; bruising; some self-hatred; swearing; the inevitability of our death :’)

Prev it was supposed to just be a fun lil thing but I ruined it with deep rooted insecurities about life the universe and everything else and monologues

He could have kicked that door down easily. But he wanted Haru to learn. He sat crossed legged on the floor, watching him try to open the door. The house loomed over them, casting a shadow. Orfeu couldn’t help but feel it would look good if it was on fire… At least right now, with the pretty oranges and reds of the twilight.

Haru, however, was nervous. He kept glancing at him all the time, as if trying to see if he was doing something wrong. It must have felt like a very unnatural thing for him, to try and pick a lock. It would be something worthy of punishment on the past, he figured. And now, against all odds, it was his ‘Master’ that was coaching him to do it.  

It had been months now. Yet he kept waiting for it. For a blow that would never come. At least… At least not from him. He absently mindedly touched the bruise on his eye, pressing… Making it hurt. Life is a bitch. Life is a fucking bitch.

Your fault, your fault, your fault – the darkness echoes, from the woods around them. He ignores. He doesn’t want to deal with their shit right now.

At this moment, the important thing is teaching Haru and making sure he doesn’t panic. Calm, but firm voice. Reassuring words. He is getting better at it… But not much. He still sucks at dealing with people.

 Click. Then a small gasp from Haru. He looks back at Orfeu, not wanting to move his shaky hands.

  “Yes, that’s it, don’t need to be scared. This is good. You found the little lever. Turn the other one a bit… Yeah, like this. Now see if you can find another one, a bit further down the lock.”

Because one day he might just need this… Orfeu wanted to be there for him. For the first time in his life, he felt… Like he had someone. A someone who was warming up to him a little bit every day. And yeah, Haru was scared of him too, sure, but not because he was a monster. Haru wasn’t scared because he saw him as a fucking freak… He was scared because he had been hurt in the past, and living in fear was all he ever knew. It was only natural.

So… Orfeu was willingly to do anything to keep him safe. And for as long as he was around he would make sure nothing could happen to the boy. Except… What if he wasn’t around anymore? What would happen to him? He pulled the bruised skin around his eye, pinching and twisting it between his fingernails.

  Life is fragile.

 Fragile, fragile, fragile – echoes the darkness yet again.

If things were good, he would always be there to offer safety for Haru. If they weren’t… Haru would be able to unlock some of the doors they would put to stop him. And it would hopefully be enough of them for him to escape. There was still anger on Haru. He was still willing to fight against all that bullshit he had been forced to take. And Orfeu wanted to see that spark turn into a fire.

 Click.

 One more anxious glance.

 “You are doing very good, Haru. Now, you just need to feel one more of these little levers and turn the other one around and…”

…The door opened.

He smiled.

“Good. Very good.” He got up to his feet and messed with the boy’s hair. He smiled back, shy and a bit relieved. Orfeu knew that must have been one scary, stressful task for him. It wasn’t exactly easy. He entered the house first, and let the cobwebs stick to his face and hair “Watch where you step okay? It’s quite an old place.”

Old, and dusty and empty. Just the entrance hallway was bigger than his entire home, it seemed. There were no ghosts that he could see. That was disappointing, he had been promised ghosts. Although Haru did kind of look like one, pale, white curls of hair falling past his waist, dressed on clothes far too big for his thin form. If he were to walk on the side of a road at night, it would give some poor driver’s a heart attack.

The boy walked slowly, very carefully, a bit mesmerized by the view. Had he ever seen a place like this? Had he ever known anything other than far too pristine houses and white-tiled rooms?

Probably not. Orfeu had it bad. He had it bad since the beginning of his life. And even then, he knew it was nothing compared to what Haru had gone through. Him and all the others like him… To a point where they refused to believe they were just as human as their ‘Masters’. To a point where the first time Haru stepped on grass… He cried, because he had never really been allowed outside.

…To a point where he looked like part of an old, decrepit house. He was a ghost, on the center of the empty hall, too oppressed by the weight of that ambiance to look up from his feet. And yet… There was fight on him.

“It’s okay. You can look around, okay? Nothing bad will happen” Slowly, the boy lifts his head again. And he fights to breathe. “I know it doesn’t look like a friendly place… But it’s not bad either. It has just been here for far too long.”

He opens his mouth. Tries to speak. No sound. Not even a whimper. But he is trying and that is good.

Scribbled notes on the pink notebook.

‘Is this house yours master?’

He smiles again, laughing a bit.

“No. Not really.”

‘Who does it belong to? Why is it *unreadable* Like this?’

“No one. It was ab-“ He shut his stupid mouth. Abandoned. That was a trigger word. He had learned that one already “It doesn’t belong to anyone.”

He looks and mouths… ‘Why’.

“It has survived longer than any of them, I guess.” And yet not a single ghost.

He nods, and let’s himself explore a little bit, touching the old furniture carefully, as if at any point something would jump from the shadows and attack him. Orfeu walks towards the curtains. The. Longest. Fucking. Curtains. He has ever seen. He yanks one out of the windowsill, throws it around his body like a dress.

One, two, three steps of some waltz he doesn’t really know how to dance, hands holding an imaginary partner. Haru stares at him with curiosity.

“You know that scene from Beauty and the Beast?” He looks confused. He doesn’t know because why would he? Happiness is not allowed on the world he came from “We could re-enact that. Pretty sure you are the Beauty part of the deal… And I’m not really the Beast, I hope. Probably just the talking chandelier. Or the curtain-boy, that works too.”

He stops his silly little dance. Haru is smiling at him. But now, now he sees the ghost. Two of them, an old man and a Labrador, on the hallway upstairs. He walked after them, forgetting his own advice of watching his steps.

Haru followed him, much more carefully. The smell of tobacco hit him in once he was upstairs, from the pipe of the old man. Haru watched him carefully… He couldn’t really see the ghosts, could he? So in his eye it was just his Master acting like a lunatic yet again. Oh well.

Freak. Freak. Freak. – The darkness taunt. The ghost of the dog barks, and the darkness shuts the fuck up. For once. The old man lets out a trail of smoke. He talks to an invisible someone, inside one of the bedrooms. A memory. Pets the ears of the Labrador.

He is about to speak with them but…

“M-Ma” Haru chokes. His breathing is now audible. His eyes are closed, as if just making those sounds is a huge effort. He is holding a little paper… So Orfeu must have been focusing on the ghost for longer than he thought. Enough to maybe ignore Haru for a bit. “Mas.. Ma..T..” It’s okay. He smiles, patiently. Let him speak. This is good. Is good that he is trying right? It’s good “Mas..T…Te…r”.

He gasps as he finishes, a long sigh and his eyes are open again. An immense effort… and hell, Orfeu is proud of him. He pets the boy’s head once again, before accepting the note he is being offered.

‘Do Hous…

May

Can I ;  Can your pet make a question?’

 Orfeu nods. Something hard is coming now… Or he wouldn’t bother asking if he was allowed to ask.

 “Always. Is good that you are asking questions, okay?”

Blue eyes look at him, sad, not really believing. Alright. Scribble, scribble, scribble.

 ‘Will the house of Haru’s   this slave’s *unreadable* previous owners *unreadable* be like this someday?’

 “Yeah. It will.”

He nods…. His anxiety seems to be pilling up. Scribbles.

‘This place had a Master? Did they have pets like me?

“I’m not sure. They had dogs, the… Hm, canine type?” Which reminds him… The ghosts are gone. Lost interest, probably. More scribbling sounds… and Haru looks distressed.

‘Master’s homes can’t *unredable* like this, they are perfect, clean, and *unreadable* pet’s job to keep organized and good and *unreadable* houses are bad without owners and pets are useless *scribbles* need be good *unreadable* I’m use pet is useless”

He is too distressed to finish this one. He is about to yank the page off and start again, but Orfeu stops him, gently touching his hand.

“Do you want to hear a secret?” Haru stops… Breaths in. Open his mouth, closes it again. He nods, eyes widen with fear and expectancy “…Time goes on, no matter who you are. To Master’s and their ‘pets’… To animals and trees. Even houses like this one and like the one you lived before and the one we live in together. Eventually… Everything succumbs to time. And on the end… We are all the same.”

 …Haru lowers his head, wanting to hide the frown. A storm behind his icy-blue eyes. Did that scare him more? He hoped not. It was something that he found to be weirdly comforting, even if pessimistic. And… And it was true. He pulled Haru’s chin up. He shivered a bit when they made eye contact.

 “We are here now. We are alive. And you know what? It kind of sucks. But it can be nice, too. You don’t need anyone’s permission to be alive. You don’t need to be owned. You are not useless. Hell, you don’t need to be useful because you are not a thing. You don’t exist for that… I don’t know why you exist but then again, I don’t know why I exist either. We are just stuck on this together, and one day, we will be gone. But then again, everything will.” Pulls a lock of white hair from his face. Sad blue eyes, lost in thought. “Look… I’m happy we can spend time together. And I hate that so much of your time was taken from you.  So… If you want to, we could go and get ice cream. It’s cold and sweet and honestly, I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Leave this place to its ghosts.

Scribbles.

‘Ice cream sounds nice’

[fablesrose]

Of Kings and Shadows VIII

Chapter VIII

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

Notes: On Wattpad --> Here

Masterlist

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Today. Today was going to be a good day. Music lured me to wake, the bass guitar thrumming through my bones. I arched my back stretching, a satisfied groan escaping my lips. Very rarely did I feel well-rested when I awoke, my job not helping that much, but this morning was not normal. While I didn't like being side-lined on the field, it did give me some extra time to get rested. I rolled my head side to side, glad my neck wasn't sore anymore. It was strange to be able to swallow without wincing uncomfortably.

I got dressed, ate breakfast, and got packed up to be ready for work. I had to make multiple trips around my apartment, which wasn't much trouble with how small it was. With my type of job, I had to either have a roommate that also works for Shield or live on my own. With how fast the arrangements were sorted out I didn't have time to search for an appropriate roomie, and the more I stayed in my apartment, the more I got accustomed to living alone. I eventually got comfortable enough to call it home.

I had to do a double-take when my eyes scanned over my athletic clothing when I was reviewing if I had everything. I nearly forgot that yesterday they had cleared me to start training again. I smiled, remembering that I was one step closer to getting back in the game. My superiors told me to focus on getting back up to speed in my performance, so I didn't have to learn how to do Ike's job. I returned his manual withing five minutes, ready to get back to the job I loved.  

I had cleaned out my locker when I was on leave, the perfect opportunity to wash clothes. I hadn't replaced them since I wasn't going to be using them any time soon. I quickly grabbed an outfit to wear while training and headed out the door.

I stuck all my bags in the corner of my office space. I had a couple of assignments I had to finish up before I could go to the training room. I wrapped them up quickly, ready to work out.

Entering the training room was almost nostalgic. Even though it wasn't that long since I've been there, it felt like it had been forever. I adjusted my t-shirt collar, pulling it away from my neck a hair. I tucked my shirt into my running shorts and started some simple stretches, making sure my shirt didn't ride up while I was doing them. There weren't very many people there at the moment, and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not.

I decided to play it safe today and not work my self too hard. I approached the punching bag wrapping my hands. I focused on my hands hitting the bag. I got into a rhythm, the rest of the world zoning out of focus. I occasionally felt the twinge of eyes flowing over me, but I was in a safe place, so I just kept going. I only used my arms, for now, deciding to work up to using the rest of my body.

Sooner than I would have liked, sweat started to drip off of my forehead and my arms started to protest the repetition. I quickly shook out my limbs and reached for my bottle of water. I started to take two or three large swallows.

"I heard you were cleared to start training."

The unexpected comment startled me to cut off my water break and shove me into a coughing fit.

"Na-- I mean Agent Romanoff!" I fit in a few more wheezes, "I didn't see you there."

Natasha patted my back to help stop the coughing.

"I could tell, and I've told you not to call me that y/n"

"Sorry Natasha" I cleared my throat one more time and took a swig of water to wash everything down.

She smiled slightly, how she wasn't named Miss Universe every year even without entering was beyond me. I looked up to her and she seemed to represent what I wanted to become, but standing next to her... It seemed impossible. She was skilled in combat, infiltration, manipulation, she was beautiful, intelligent, and she runs with the 'big boys.' Instead of asking what she is, the shorter list is what Natasha isn't. One thing on that list is she isn't super, she doesn't have powers. And that is not encouraging.

"So, how are you holding up?"

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, "not as well as I had hoped." I laughed weakly, "I'm not gonna lie, this sucks."

She gave a quiet huff of laughter.

I tilted my head back and shouted exasperatedly, "why did I have to be stupid and get out of shape!?"

"Hey, it wasn't your fault, Loki was stupid and put you out of commission," she paused, "we could have used you on a couple of missions these past few weeks."

I side-eyed her, "it could be argued that I was a dumb there as well," I heaved a deep sigh, "but I appreciate that. Thank you, Natasha."

"No problem, but don't expect me to do that every day."

"Not planning on it."

"Go shower, get cleaned up. You have to work yourself back into it. It looks like you worked yourself well." She placed a hand on my shoulder, "if you're free you should stop by the compound every once in a while."

I smiled, "I'll see what I can do."

After a long stretch session and an even longer shower, I returned to my desk. I kept typing away and working on paperwork. My finger occasionally twirled my little fly-aways that delicately curled around my face after my shower. They were my favorite part about taking a shower, my hair just wet enough to curl naturally. It was the same effect that happened when I am out in the rain.  

I zoned out working on my computer, occasionally rolling my shoulders to loosen them up from my work out. Slowly the minutes passed, only noticeable by the silent turning of the numbers on my monitor clock. I missed the excitement of my day, the suspense of the job, the people I talked to.

A knock on my closed door dragged me from my train of thought, I turned in my chair to see who was about to walk in.

It was Agent Fletcher, file in hand, and with the look on his face, it was safe to assume he got back from a mission not too long ago. "Agent L/n," he respectfully waited for me to nod my head before stepping onto my office. "I have a file here with some information that needs to get to the Avengers, Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark in particular."

I reached my arms above my head to stretch before standing and taking the file, "Yes sir. I'll head over to the compound now."

"Be careful, I would like you back in the field as soon as possible."

"Thank you, sir, I will."

The commute to the compound was relatively short, my thoughts occupying me the whole way. I approached the front desk with security handing them my Shield ID for them to scan. They quickly sent me through not saying a word. I walked down the main hallway, not quite sure where the team was.

"Hey, Jarvis?"

"Yes, miss?"

I couldn't help looking up at the ceiling to where the voice was coming from, "Do you mind telling me where the team is?"

"Most are currently in the living area at the moment."

I swallowed, "Most?"

"Tony, Dr. Banner, Natasha, Steve, and Loki are there right now. Thor is in the kitchen, a room over, and Clint is making his way to the living area as we speak."

I let out a breath, "Thank you, Jarvis, do you mind telling me the easiest way to get there?"

"Not at all miss, take the elevator to your right to the third floor and then take another right. This will take you directly to the living area"

"Much appreciated"

I followed the directions the AI told me. Of course, I had been there before, but every time I came it was from a different direction or I was high on anesthetic drugs. I walked down the hallway approaching what I recognized as the living room; when I got there the whole team was there sitting on various surfaces. Tony was standing upfront in the which it seemed he had just made an announcement. I knocked on the doorframe, causing Tony to turn around to face me.

"Hey! Y/n gets to go first!"

I raised an eyebrow in question before scanning my eyes over the facial expressions of the team. They all looked a combination of concerned, confused, amused, and on a select few dread. That wasn't the most encouraging, so I decided to shut it down quickly.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but it's going to be a no. I just came to give you and Dr. Banner this file." I handed the file to Tony and made eye contact with Bruce to make sure he knew it was for him as well.

"Y/n, call me Bruce. It sounds distant coming from you"

I smiled and gave a nod, "Okay Bruce." I gave a silent wave to everyone and turned to escape from whatever I was voluntold to do, but Tony grabbed my arm.

"Nuh-uh uh, Y/n, you can't leave until you sing one song."

My eyes went wide staring at him.

"It's karaoke!"

I sighed, "really? Can't leave?"

"Yup, Jarvis? Lockdown this floor."

The hallway closed off at the end blocking any escape.

Tony let go of my arm, "pick a song, any song. There's a prop box you can pick from too in the room to the right." He walked back to the couch and sat down. Everybody looked at me expectedly.

"Okay, okay, um... I'll be back." I walked into the room where he said the prop box was. Why they had a prop box, I had no idea, but I figured I'd give them a show if I couldn't leave.

I closed the door behind me to tell Jarvis discreetly what song I wanted. I quickly dug through the box and found the perfect costume. I took a deep breath to prep myself, "Jarvis, are they ready?"

"Yes miss"

"M'kay, don't let me down"

"Wouldn't dream of it, ma'am"

I took that as my cue and burst through the door. There was one beat of stunned silence before the music started and I lifted a fake microphone to my lips.

I'm through with standin' in lines to clubs I'll never get in It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win This life hasn't turned out Quite the way I want it to be

I walked to the front of the room as I sang. There were a few snickers I could hear which made it hard to hold a straight face. I left the asides of the song to the track Jarvis was playing but still held out my microphone to Bruce like he was singing it.

(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs And a bathroom I can play baseball in And a king-size tub Big enough for ten plus me

I mimed swinging a baseball bat with the microphone in hand, continuing to sing the song. This time when I put the mic to Tony's face he sang along with a little smirk on his face.

(Yeah, so what you need?)

I need a credit card that's got no limit And a big black jet with a bedroom in it Gonna join the mile high club At thirty-seven thousand feet

It was Clint's turn and he rocked the line.

(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars My own star on Hollywood Boulevard Somewhere between Cher And James Dean is fine for me

For the last aside I raised the mic for them all to sing along, well everyone who knew the song.

(So how you gonna do it?)

I held the microphone to my chest and sung quietly, almost sweetly.

I'm gonna trade this life For fortune and fame I'd even cut my hair And change my name

There was a slight pause, and then I pulled down cheap purple star-shaped sunglasses and wrapped a fluffy boa around my neck.

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars

I swung my hair around to the beat of the line, quickly rocking out to the song.

The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP with the movie stars

I pointed at the group in front of me with a wink and proceeded to prance around the couch.

Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

I placed my hands on Thor's head and placed my chin over top, tilting my head innocently, but with a wicked smirk that said otherwise.

And well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels

I swung my boa around, taking a risk and flipping it in Loki's face causing everyone else to laugh and Loki to sneeze feathers.

Hire eight bodyguards that love to beat up assholes Sign a couple autographs So I can eat my meals for free

I mimed the words and chose Steve to be the deep voice, but he only stretched his mouth and shook his head.

(I'll have the quesadilla, ha, ha)

I'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion Gonna date a centerfold that loves To blow my money for me

I shook my hips and offered the microphone to the whole group to ask the question.

(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life For fortune and fame I'd even cut my hair And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP with the movie stars Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms With the latest dictionary of today's who's who They'll get you anything with that evil smile Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

With each phrase, I pointed at someone who personified it best, Tony, Steve, and Loki, respectively.

Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser Get washed-up singers writin' all my songs Lipsync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

Through it all, I was jamming out, jumping, making up random dance moves, acting out the words of the song. As the final chorus came up, I tried to sing it sincerely, standing still at the front of the room, making eye contact with everyone in the room.

Well, we all just wanna be big rockstars And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

After I sang the last line of the stanza I jumped up and landed feet spread apart, pointing at the group. I reached out for Natasha to join me, but she shook her head no. I playfully glared at her as I finished the song getting hyped up for the last couple of stanzas.

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP with the movie stars Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms With the latest dictionary of today's who's who They'll get you anything with that evil smile Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

I slowly took the sunglasses off of my nose and unwrapped the boa from my neck as I sang the last two lines.

Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

There was a moment of silence before everyone started to clap for me. I took what I tried to make a regal bow and was smiling like an idiot probably, but it was a lot of fun.

After the applause died down Tony spoke, "wow, I was not expecting that."

Laughing ensued as I took another bow.

"I guess I'm just full of surprises"

I looked around to see most of the team nodding in agreeance and a few were smiling with what could be described as fondness. I thought I saw Loki with a similar expression, but it was kind of hard to tell.

"Well, you got your file and you got your song, so," I looked at the time quickly, "it looks like it's time for me to clock out and go home." I turned towards the now open hallway before sticking my head back into the room. "Have fun with your karaoke, and make sure to tell me if someone shows me up." I tossed the props to Tony who was sitting on the couch and walked out without another word.

Tags: @nightrose64

[irageneveart]

hello! i was wondering what program&brush settings you use for your artwork? im new to digital art and i really like the way you colour! Especially those light effects they're so extra cool!

omg Anony you’re such a wonderful being, thank you for liking my art enough to ask me that!

now watch me failing trying to explain things to you lmao. I’m self taught and I’m in no way the best at this, so what I’m going to tell you might still be flawed but this is how I do things o/

hmm it’s gonna be long so I’ll put it under a cut!

1) I’m using Paint Tool Sai for everything in my art but if I still feel the need to, I’ll use Photoshop to correct colors and lighting. for example in this progress gif:

you can see where I decided “no, I don’t like this cold blue feeling” so I went to Photoshop (because it allows changes much easier than Sai when it comes to colors) and I changed it to a warmer purple! you can always play in Photoshop and try to see different versions of your art, different colors will give off different feelings

most of my artworks don’t look the way they do at the end because while drawing I tend to be focused on other things (line, where to place shades, lighting, etc) while when the picture is done I can focus on the feeling I initially wanted it to have!

2) My usual brushes are really basic. also ignore my ugly writing.

Sketch: I use this to sketch because it has a nice and easy flow, I can get messy lines that look good (the latest Brahms Heelshire drawing I did is entirely drawn with this one!)

you can always switch between your brushes depending on what feeling you want your art to have

Lineart: this one has nice, smooth and bold lines. I like to play around with it’s size. I believe it’s the basic one Sai has

little advice: if you’re not happy with your lineart try to alternate heavy lines with tiny ones. for example:

you can see how bold her hair is, but adding thinner lines to the glasses, the folds of her clothes, hair etc. it will create a better dynamic of your picture and will leave the eye of the viewer to run around it! I’m honestly awful at explaining stuff fdkjsnjkfds ofc this is a personal preference but my linework improved since I started to think like this

Base color: this is the color tool sai gives you, I changed my names so I can’t remember its default name. I like it to be bold because when I was little I used to color entire coloring books, so even now digitally I like to color every bit like I’m using crayons haha. time consuming and useless but shhh. basically I put down every base color with this one

Acrylic: now this one is tricky, when I got it the first time I wanted to use it to shade, but using it I discovered it’s much better for blending. after I put down the main colors and shades I just use this one to blend them together and I sometimes paint with it too

Blending: it’s literally the blur brush Sai provides you xDD

now keep in mind that using its settings (the things near the “Normal” option!) you can get different types of blur! always play around to see what looks good in your art. also remember that not every shadow has to be blurred or blended out, there are many ways shadows can look, using both blurred and heavy (cast) shadows in your art will definitely improve it. using real life references might help

Airbrush: the very brush Sai gives you. I’m using this one mainly for lighting. what I do is basically put down a hard light, like literally take a light color and place it where I see fit on the character, then I give it a bit of glow with the airbrush. one thing I noticed is that depending on the surface, the glow will change!

in this one you can clearly see the light on his cheekbone, but then there is a much weaker light on his face, that’s made with the airbrush and then blended into the structure of the face.the glow on the cheekbone and the ear is made with airbrush, using orange and playing around with the layer modes (overlay and luminosity, these are your best friends when it comes to lighting!)

lastly I want to present another best friend for us artists, the eraser

you can make highlights with the eraser too! you can cut the light in different shapes to give different feels and many other things, the eraser is definitely your best friend and not only in erasing mistakes. try to play around with it sometimes

Other things I learned:

try to use a different color for shading, using the exact color but darker will only make your art look dull, lifeless. the same goes for lighting! there are lots of tutorials on color theories and practices out there to help you with it

don’t be afraid to get wild, use oranges, reds, blues, purples in your skin and play around with the layer modes, you’ll see how much more alive it will feel. also don’t be afraid to try different styles, constancy is not the friend of a creative mind. experiment, try things, go out of your comfort zone. make it fun, make it personal. if you like drawing dogs then keep drawing dogs and enjoy it! don’t let labels and others to influence you and your spirit

ik this is obvious but never compare yourself with others. your journey is yours, you have a different hand, a different brain and a different being. this also goes to drawing things others did already! who cares there’s 0284e4895 other pictures with Kitbull already? draw yours, it will be unique and special because it has something from YOU in it, and no one can replicate that not even with tracing

watch people online! of course when you sit down to draw it will be completely different, but involuntarily you’ll learn and exercising you’ll find your own way of doing things. there might be much better ways for drawing lighting than I do, but this is how I feel good and I like to do it!

I know you hear this everywhere but really, practice, daily if you can! in October 2017 I tried to to the inktober challenge for the first time, I haven’t finished it and I was late anyway but I can tell you that trying to draw daily definitely improved my art. now I’m able to draw a picture per day with not much effort (yesterday I was able to draw three pictures with pretty good quality! o/ always start small and be proud of every step!!)

lastly, don’t be hard on yourself. every picture is a lesson, doesn’t matter how it came out. maybe the anatomy is wonky af, but you learned and your brain will remember what not to do next time. try and try and try and never say “my art sucks”, say “this pic doesn’t look how I wanted, but I still like it. I’ll do better next time!”. the moment you start to like your art you’ll see how much it will start to shine hehe

I might come out with more stuff but this is already really really long xD  just be yourself, love your art and enjoy it!! lots of luck for you Anony, I hope I didn’t bore you and this will be helpful for you and others! :D

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Title: All Over You Character: Isaac "Ike" Evans TV: Magic City Warnings: 100% smut! Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner For @jmackie1983 😘 The sea of half naked females that roamed the biggest suite at The Miramar Playa was downright distracting. Ike knew that there was going to be modeling, but he didn't realize that it would be this bad. Stevie’s eyes kept roaming all over the women and it took all Ike had not to smack him upside the head. Lenny Bordeaux was the photographer and he had specific standards for the women and place that he wanted. Ike couldn't really complain because the man had paid a week's worth for the room… in cash. “Isaac, is that you?” The soft feminine voice made Ike's body go rigid. “Oh my god, it is you!” the woman came into view and he felt his whole body heat up. Jennifer Azura was a woman that could bring him down to his knees with just one look. Her smile was infectious, her plump nude lips shiny from her recently applied makeup. “Jen,” Ike smiled, holding out his arms. She threw herself into his embrace, giving him a good squeeze. “How are you?” she asked, pulling back. “Living the life,” Ike chuckled, holding onto her arms. “I see this! I knew you'd get this place up and running!” Ike touched a curl that rested on her bare shoulder, “I see life's been good to you,” She shrugged, smiling, “I can't complain. Other than these awful corsets, I'm on cloud nine,” The photographer shouted that he wanted an empty set, sending everyone out. Ike was about to leave when Jennifer reached out, “Stay?” “You really want to piss him off?” Lenny was cursing a gopher with his thick Cajun accent. “Fuck ‘em,” Jennifer leaned in, giggling. She took Ike's arm and threw it over her shoulder, wrapping her other around his waist, “Come on big man. Watch me in action,” Ike kissed Jennifer’s cheek and stayed behind the camera. “Cher, we done been t’rough dis. I want sexy, I want you to love the camera,” Jennifer nodded. While she situated herself, Ike took her in. Her hair before she became a model was a lovely shade of brown. Her hair now was considered drastic for this time and age, but it fit her so well. While her roots were her natural brown, it faded into a grayish blue, with the ends a midnight blue hue. Her makeup was natural, showing her true, beautiful self. When she stripped herself of the robe, Ike damn near came in his pants. She wore a tight, black corset, black bra, panties and thigh high boots. The tattoos that her clothes normally covered up, were on display. Ike was thankfully in the shadows, so no one saw him adjust his aching erection. He watched as her face became stern, but sexy at the same time. Jennifer looked as if she was ready to dish out spankings and Ike was more than willing to take a few from her. Lenny stood and walked around Jennifer, clicking his tongue, “You missin’ somethin’ Cher,” Biting her lip, she looked over at Ike, then whispered to Lenny. “Ohhhh girl! There you go!” Jennifer went to Ike, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the set. “Just play along… It'll be fun,” “Okay,” Ike smiled, licking his bottom lip. When Lenny rose the camera, Ike threw his hand up, shielding his face. “It's okay, Isaac!” Jennifer said, “You won't be in the picture. I promise,” Reluctantly, Ike put his hand down, “What do you need me for?” Jennifer winked, gripping the straps of her bra and looked at the camera. She watched Ike's expression as pulled her bra off and bared her breasts. Ike swallowed, the lump in his throat growing. Leaning back with her hands on the arm of the couch, Jennifer arched her back, making her breasts pop. Another flash of the camera and more praise from Lenny. “Just a couple more, Cher!” Walking up to Ike, she ran her manicured hand down Ike's chest, “Have a smoke, Darlin’?” With shaky hands, Ike pulled out the small box of Golden Kings and placed the cigarette between Jennifer’s lips. He flicked the lighter, lighting it as she inhaled. Going to the couch, she sat on the arm with her legs crossed as she held the cigarette to her lips. Lenny clicked many more photographs as she finished the smoke. “Oooooo Honey! I t’ink I need a smoke after dis! You know what? Take a break, okay Cher?” Lenny put the camera down and left the suite. Jennifer stood and approached Ike, clearing her throat, “You okay?” Even though his pants were tight and he was horny as hell while watching this beautiful woman pose seductively; he spoke with calmness and finesse. “Yes Ma'am,” Jennifer touched each button of Ike's shirt, until she tapped the button to his trousers, “Would you like some help with this?” Ike ran his eyes down Jennifer’s body, noticing that her nipples began to tighten. He admitted to himself that it had been a while and knowing Jennifer well, was enough for him. “You sure we have time?” he asked, looking to the door. She smiled, going to the door and locking it. Turning, she leaned against the door, biting her lip. “Mr. Evans… it seems I've been a bad, bad girl,” So this was the game she wanted to play? No problem. He snapped his fingers, “Get over here,” Jennifer obeyed immediately. “Just how bad have you been?” Ike asked, taking the tip of his finger and circling her nipple. Jennifer took a deep breath, “Very, very bad,” “Is that so? Just what should your punishment be?” She became some what twitchy, “A spanking,” “Seems fair,” Ike said, grazing his hand over her breasts as he went to the bed. He sat down, and snapped his fingers again. With a quick, but gentle yank, Ike had her over his knees. Sliding his hand into her panties, he pulled them down to her knees. Raising his hand, he brought it down onto her ass, using half of his strength. Jennifer moaned, rubbing her legs together. Ike brought his hand down again, harder this time. The slap was loud, the imprint of his hand welling up on both cheeks. “Ahh!” Jennifer shouted, gasping for breath. “Harder,” she asked. Ike did as she asked, this one the hardest he'd ever be able to dish out. “Fuck! Ike…” “Shhhhh,” he soothed. Holding the middle of her back, he ran his fingers over her folds, easily dipping them into her. Her gentle cries turned into writhing moans as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her. “Another, please?” she begged. “Last one, Jennifer,” Ike said, breaking character for a split second. With his the hand that was wet with her juices, he brought it down one last time. “Oh my god,” she moaned. “Get up,” Ike ordered. He helped her sit up, letting the blood rush back down from her face. Ike stood, unbuckling his pants and releasing his hard erection. Jennifer dropped to her knees, taking the hot, velvety skin in her hand. Wasting no time, she licked up his length and sucked gently on the head, making precum seep from the slit. As she pulled her head back, she pumped him, spreading the slick liquid over him. Going lower, she licked Ike's heavy sac, then back up his length. They paused, hearing voices outside the door. Ike pulled Jennifer up, and bent her onto the bed, not able to wait any longer. He held onto both of her shoulders and gave her one hard, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her tight heat. She moaned loudly, her face in the comforter. Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder and whispered, “Don't hold back,” Ike's thrusts were damn near painful, but so pleasurable. He used, long, hard thrusts, making Jennifer’s whole body move over the bed. Raising her leg, she opened herself up more to him. Letting his hands slide down her body, he held her waist and sped up his thrusts, so much so that his heavy sac slapped against her exposed clit, pushing her over the edge. Jennifer shoved her face into the comforter, screaming as she came. Ike rode her until she came down from her high. He was so close, and yet, at the same time, he still wanted to bring her to another orgasm. “Ike,” she panted, reaching behind her as she grabbed him when he pulled back. Jennifer turned, dropping to her knees again and taking him deep into her mouth. He groaned, grabbing handfuls of her gorgeous hair. As she bobbed her head up and down, she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked on the head as if it were a lollipop. Pulling back, she pumped him as she circled her tongue around the seeping helmet. Sticking out her tongue, she wiggled him against her, watching as his breathing became faster. When his moans became louder, she took him back into her mouth, swallowing him as she fondled his sac. He bent at the waist, coming hard down her throat. Jennifer gasped, still pumping him through his orgasm as she pulled him from her mouth. Catching the come on her fingers, she coated his length, then swallowed him one last time, making his whole body twitch. “Holy… fuck,” he panted. Laughter came from the other side of the door. Ike helped Jennifer stand, taking a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiping her mouth. “Don't go anywhere, please?” she asked him. He nodded, watching as she quickly ran to the bathroom. While she cleaned herself up, he took that time to get himself in order. When she came back out from the bathroom, she looked as if nothing had happened. The only giveaway was her rosy cheeks. Being a gentleman, Ike grabbed her robe and helped her put it on. As she turned, he smiled at her and tied the sash on her robe. “Tonight, get dolled up. I'm taking you out,” Her eyes widened as she grinned, “Really?” “Really,” he chuckled. “Cher! Op’n the door!” Lenny hollered, knocking loudly. She blushed, going over to unlock the door. Lenny may have sounded mad, but all he did was wink at her when he came inside. Isaac took this as his cue to leave. He stopped, holding Jennifer’s elbow, “I'll see you later, Honey,” Jennifer pressed her body close to his and kissed him slowly. Her mouth tasted minty as Ike dipped his tongue into her mouth, “Tonight Jennifer,” He felt her body shiver as he stepped away, her delicate sigh ghosting over his cheek. 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