#so! putting these sketches of mine in here in the hopes that I'm not the only one who feels that way :D

[sensitiveheartless]

your art makes me wanna overcome my issues and just start creating as well after decades of not being able to. anw, just wanted to say you're an inspiration to me < 3

Aaaa I support!! <3<3<3 I'm really glad I've been able to inspire you! At least in my opinion, creating stuff is always valuable — Art art been very therapeutic for me :0 When I was younger I had a lot of trouble getting myself started on making stuff, and I was very on and off with it, especially during more tempestuous times. It's been about...seven or eight years now since I decided to start drawing every day, and admittedly some days all I have time/energy for is stuff like this:

But to me it still counts! Even though most of the stuff I draw in my sketchbook never becomes a finished piece, and it's all very messy, it still helps my brain to create it. Even when I just end up making a page of vaguely dinosaur-like creatures and weird little beasts like these ones from recently lol

Anyway! That was a bit of a ramble, but most importantly: If you do decide to create again, I wish you the best of luck, anon! <3<3<3

[potionbarrel]

after having the first ideas for this animatic about 3 and a half years ago, i can happily say the sketch stage for community gardens is finished in its entirety! rambling under the cut

although i'd put this project down to work on other things for stretches of time— days, weeks, months— i always at least wanted to get the sketches and pacing laid out for the full animatic, and now it's just... here!! it's really wild to think about. it is very choppy and messy in places, with it being the first animatic i've ever attempted, but i'm so proud of it. the idea had been confined to paper and my own head, and now it's just here and i can watch it more or less like how i imagined it. holy shit.

i don't think this'd make the top 10 when it comes to hlvrai animatics, because there's so many out there that are gorgeous and have so much love put into them, but i never wanted mine to be the best possible version of itself. just having it exist is a point of pride! even things could've wound up better, i like the animatic i got, 3 year old art and all! i think drawing these flowers is muscle memory by this point, and i'm now intimately familiar with every start and stop of this scary jokes song, LMAO.

but! thank you for reading, thank you for watching, and i hope you like it! thanks for the interest this undertaking's been shown over the years. means a lot <:-)

[alllgator-blood]

I have ten billion WIP sketches I need to finish, but for some reason I stayed up from 9 PM to 4 AM conceptualizing, making patterns, sewing, painting and applying makeup on this stupid fucking felt squid......the detailing needs to be cleaned up cause there's only one coat of paint so far, but he's pretty much done

my neighbors probably think I'm insane because I was running around the yard clenching this toy kallamar in a death grip and flying him around like an airplane/putting him in the barbecue/poking him with a stick. I want to tie him to a string and recreate the opening of napoleon dynamite >:) ALSO I MADE HIM SMOKE OUT OF A STUPID CRYSTAL PIPE BUT PLEASE DON'T ACTUALLY USE THOSE, THEY ARE SUPER TOXIC LMAO MINE IS FOR DECORATION

I don't have any process pics because I had tunnel vision autism style and forgot the rest of the universe existed while I was working on him. BUT if you're curious I'll ramble below the cut

Okay I am not a seamstress by any means. I've sewn my entire life but very, very infrequently. I've done plushies, clothes, cosplays, fursuits, accessories, etc. but I only do one like once a year, so while I planned to make all 5 bishops, I'm not really sure I'll get them all done. The material cost was like 20 bucks tops so I'm not too upset if I don't finish them. I AT LEAST WANT TO GET SHAMURA OR HEKET DONE.

here is the concept sketch ft. heket's toes and shamura's fingers. I decided to do his pre-schism version so I could fit him with jewelry! I did him first because like I said I sew infrequently and don't know wtf I'm doing, everyone else seemed a lot more complicated.

So I basically just traced this drawing on a printer paper-sized canvas in SAI, and guesstimated how everything would look in a 3D space. His head is four pieces, one triangle identical to the one in the picture, two wide triangles that are sewn together in the back, and a circle for his chin. You can't really see it in any of the pics but he's literally like a black cylindrical stick with little tentacles sewn on where his mantle connects to his cloak. The leg tentacles are one piece of felt that look like tassels, where they're connected by a rectangle but branch off into individual pieces. He can't stand up very well, so his cape keeps him up (that's gonna be an issue for every other bishop too except heket cause she's gonna be ROUND). Mostly everything like the crown, cloak, head, etc. are cones so I just had to make a lot of wide triangles.

For the details, I just used acrylic paint that was watered down so he's not especially crunchy, and for the blush tone I used a makeup palette my mom bought me 10 years ago in hopes I'd get in touch with my "feminine side", but I grew up into a nonbinary butch lesbian so OOPS. Kallamar looks better with makeup than me anyway. I'm kinda sad I couldn't get his freckles as lopsided as I draw them but it probably looks better in plush form to have them even anyway....

I could just post the pattern so I don't have to explain this but 1. I am mentally ill about the thought of my kallamar being in someone else's house and 2. the original pattern had to be tweaked while I was working on him so the final pattern straight up doesn't exist, I winged it the whole time

OH and the jewelry is just scrap pieces I had laying around, I might repaint it all to be gold instead of silver + bronze. I used 20g aluminum wire for his armlet thing, jumper rings for his earrings + ring (+ a diamond dot from my mom's kits for the gem) and chain for the bracelet. I made him an amulet as well but it felt like overkill so I took it off. I'm probably gonna make him a plague doctor mask and medicine bag sometime because I think about nurse kallamar more than I probably should :') I've already sewn one as a prop for a toy raven before so it shouldn't be too hard

[flightyalrighty]

[Chapter 1: The Cave - Chapter Song] CH 1 PG 1-4 FIRST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

WARNING: EYE STRAIN UNDER CUT

Hi! Hello! Welcome! This is Infested, a Sonic horror/drama fan comic I've been working on for a few weeks now (you may have seen the conceptual sketches on my blog here). If Sonic characters getting put in very stressful situations isn't your cup of tea, I completely understand! This is most likely not the comic for you, and that's okay! For the record, there WILL be violence and some gore depicted in this comic, so, again, if that's not your thing, definitely don't stick around! There are lots of great Sonic fan comics out there that don't do this kinda thing!

So what exactly is this?

Well, it started as a silly little rp I did with a Shadow The Hedgehog chatbot over at Character.AI by the user Mistliz. And then it became a lot less silly and a lot more "Oh wait, shit, this is like, a story."

So, the story is controlled by me. Every single character is controlled by me. Except Shadow. Shadow is (almost) completely AI-written in this story. I say "almost" because the entirety of Chapter 1, including his dialogue, has been re-written to tie it in better with the rest of the story. So until we get to a certain point, this is a normal comic.

EDIT: Just kidding! It's all written by me! I don't think any of the AI's dialogue was worth salvaging, so ALL of it is mine!

Since this is kinda my very first few pages, I did stick them together, but this won't be the norm. Do expect one page uploaded per... At the moment, whenever I can finish them (I'm about to get VERY busy).

That being said, I hope you folks out there enjoy this. See ya next time!

[ivesambrose]

Rest of 2023 Forecast 🎐

1. 2. 3.

Just like that, it's already autumn 🍁

How was everyone's year so far?

Mine was rather eventful towards the later half.

But let's take a look into what the closing messages of 2023 are for you 🩵

To book a personal reading with me DM or email me at Ivesambrose@gmail.com

Personal Readings

Masterpost

Thank you for the tip

Picture 1

Realizing that you want to do and achieve certain things for yourself and not because someone expects way too much from you and you have to somehow gain their validation. However, you'll also come across people who inspire creativity in you and encourage you to step into your power, be more assertive without the fear of standing out.

Whatever labour you put in around this time will have it's turn out by next year. Stay patient, it will be rewarded.

You'll slowly see fortune turn in your favor, there might be sudden changes that push you to walk away from a certain place or situation but you'll be happy to do so. It's likely you were waiting for it for the most part of thr year and it's happening now.

Some of you might also hit the lottery, win a jackpot, receive unexpected money through your business, work or just randomly have it come to you.

You'll be making plans for the next year to venture out, manifest important connections, make travel plans etc you'll be looking forward to having fun and admist all the fun you'll see situations that earlier were out of control or stagnant, fall into place for you.

Be wary of certain manipulative people who seem all talk no show, they're just trying to dupe you into something. Trust your intuition here.

If you have a business or working on launching one, you'll find the right people and see a lot of growth. Have faith in your abilities.

Picture 2

Initially I see you being conflicted with something, being unable to decide with the number of options in front of you. You might also be picturing the possible ways certain things can or will play out in your life and trying to stick to the best case scenario. Eventually, you'll be able to focus. You just require some discipline.

You may also be unable to see the progress you've made so far or are making but it'll suddenly occur to you that you've indeed climbed to the top of the ladder and overcame a lot of obstacles, you're almost there, so it's best to simply enjoy the process and the journey since success is imminent if you don't stop.

There's a possible union with someone special or even celebration with your friends. Gifts being exchanged and a lot of financial prosperity coming your way.

I see by the end of this year you'll be feeling lavish and happy since something significant came through somehow.

I heard the words, "seems I'm lucky after all!"

Picture 3

It may have been a tumultuous year so far, good news is thar youre finally finding your center. Body and mind in sync, slowing down and offering a better perspective of things.

For a lot of you, I see that you had been struggling with your health a lot both physical and mental, you'll be seeing considerable progress. You might start getting into exercise again, likely lower intensity ones, it will give you better benefits as well as put you in a meditative state.

Your true glow up starts now. Instead of pushing yourself to break and grind in order get something you'll simply allow yourself to receive. You might feel creative and want to get back to the arts be in sketching, keeping an art book, makeup, even cooking or fashion/fashion design. You'll be feeling more beautiful inside and out.

You'll be excited to welcome the new year, a new chapter of your life is beginning. You'll be feeling more energised and hopeful. Attend more events, celebrate with friends, make new ones, travel etc

You have a lot of intellect and wisdom, there's a power in your words as well as your voice, you'll be influencing the right people who'd want to be around you or know you personally. Have discernment when letting anyone in, eitherway the right ones will stay and add value to your life.

[spiderfunkz]

hihi!! loved ur artist hcs with the arachkids!!

could i request an artist! gf with miles? they could be sketching in their own journals on a rainy day and maybe even share a kiss??? thank you! much love xx

✧.* lovers rock

— summary : while the others talk, we were listening to lovers rock, in her bedroom.

— pairings : miles morales x fem!reader

— word count : 0,3k

— warnings : fluff, established relationship, super cheesy teen romance stuff, miles being a rambling mess, reader calling miles a nerd, and like a kiss (on the cheek Oops). also not proofread.

a/n : hii thank u sm for the request lovely ^_^ sorry this took so long writers block kicked my ass around, but here it is now!! hope u like it <3

you could hear the faint sound of the rain followed with a bit of humming through your earphones. you've been spending the day sketching in your journal with your boyfriend, as the rain had cancel your plans of going out.

but there's no point in being sad about that, so when your boyfriend texts you if you wanna meet up of course you said yes.

"what're you working on?" miles peaks, "it's a surprise." you reply, scribbling on the page. your drawing a portrait of miles, he's smiling, teeth showing, with a little kiss mark on the cheek.

and he's drawing a portrait of you, his art style perfectly capturing your beauty. there are already many drawings of you in his journal, each one picturing a different memory with you, but there's just something about this one.

maybe it's because how your surroundings can effect feelings. miles loves going on dates with you to arcades or the movies, but he adores spending time with you like this, lazy rainy days where he just chats with you and sit there in comfortable silence.

"how about, if i show you mine, you'll show me yours?" he asks. you nodded, "alright, i'm also done with mine."

a few minutes pass by and you're putting the finishing touches on your sketch. "i'm done!" you smile, showing him your drawing.

miles reveals his book too, it was a similar sketch to yours, it was you smiling with a little kiss mark near your cheek. and if you squint you could make out a little 'i love you' with a heart next to it.

he gasps, "we drew the same thing? no way, i mean obviously you drew it better than me but everything you draw is basically amazing. like seriously though, this should be put in a museum, my face! well not my face but you drew my face really nicely! wait no- that sounds narcissistic but.." he rambles causing you to chuckle.

"does that say 'i love you' ?" you squint, pointing at the tiny writing. "oh you could see that?" he hides the book away from you, face turning red.

he seems embarrassed, so you reassured him not to be. "i love you too, nerd." you kiss him on the cheek, just like the sketch you made.

[dcdreamblog]

Question.

I have heard people assert that the current bearer of the heroic identy of the Guardian is a clone of the original. I have also seen photos of The Guardian working with the Titans, and...he's very clearly a Black man.

So, um. I have questions, because you would think the newspapers back in the '30s would have... mentioned this, especially given how he was reported to have campaigned hard to ease ethnic tensions in the poorer parts of Depression-era Metropolis, denouncing those who exploited or exacerbated those tensions as being friends of crime and enemies of America's ideals even before the War started?

Ok so, we're crossing a lot of streams here and I want to you to know that that's normal. These sorts of things are opaque and confusing and that is why we HAVE people like my in the first place. You are thinking of 3 different men right now. In order:

Guardian I, AKA James Jacob "Jim" Harper

(Sketch of Harper and his wards the "Newsboy Legion" signed by the legendary pop artist and correspondent Jack Kirby)

Harper was indeed born and raised as an orphan in the Metropolis neighborhood known as Suicide Slum (the name has stuck but I can tell you, in the 21st century it's as clean and safe as the rest of Metropolis, mostly to Black Lightning's credit). During the depression it was infamous for a reason, flush with organized crime, poverty and corruption.

Harper originally attempted to serve his community as a police officer but found that the police department was half or more of what was wrong with the neighborhood in the first place. After being assaulted by some gangsters he cobbled a costume together from a nearby shop (which he still paid for, incidentally). Bursting into a nearby pool hall his attackers frequented, he actually ended up busting open a rather high profile kidnapping case.

Eventually he became the legal guardian of a group of young delinquents called the Newsboy Legion and helped to turn them toward the path of righteousness. He joined up with the All Star Squadron early, served with distinction during and after the war. (We have an exhibit here all about him, the costume and shield are reproductions of course because both are still in use more or less, even if they weren't they're rightfully in the hands of his next of kin)

He was cloned under vile circumstances by the equally vile Project Cadmus, who were up to all kinds of immoral and unethical genetic experiments. When Harper attempted to put a stop to it, he was killed by Cadmus' head of security.

The murder was uncovered and prosecuted through the combined work of Superboy, the clone of Harper and Cadmus' secretly enslaved workforce the Genomorphs. Who are a subject all of their own but, if any should be reading this, I hope you are thriving.

The cloned Harper is still active as a superhero in the modern day. One can assume under an assumed name but variants of "Jim Harper" wouldn't jump out at people even if he was going by it day to day. Out of respect for his privacy I'm not going to speculate any further into his personal life, one can assume he has been through MORE than enough.

Now the other man you spoke about is VERY mysterious indeed...

(The 3rd Guardian alongside Bumblebee in battle against The Ant, unknown photographer, posted online) You are right in that he is very clearly a black man and that is basically ALL I can say about him. He seems to come and go, always in the company of the Teen Titans, is in some manner of romantic relationship to mainstay member Bumblebee and he just up and vanishes for long stretches of time. (This was put together by clips captured of them in combat. Referring to Bumblebee as "baby", "dear" or "my girl". And being referred to as "babe", "lover" and "man of mine")

Theories, of course, abound with the most popular one being that he is the romantic partner/husband/whatever of Bumblebee in their civilian identities and while not a superhero by trade he will take up this identity when needed. A "friend of the family" I guess you could say who hops in when the Titans need an extra pair of hands.

He's competent in combat and seems to be trusted implicitly by the Titans themselves so who the hell am I to judge?

[works-of-heart]

hiiiiii ❤️ I love your art but i wanted to ask if you use AI or not? It’s getting harder to find who the real artists are and who keeps faking it I’d love to see how you start your drawing process and wips!

Hello Anon and thank you for the ask!

I understand the concern of not knowing whether any piece uses AI, but I assure you, none of my art work uses any form of AI. I use Clip Studio Paint to do all of my artwork and everything is sketched, inked, and colored by hand. I have shared many of my WIPs with a few friends of mine, but I'll share them with everyone now, as to put any suspicions to rest! =D

These are wip and sketches, so please don't mind the messy process I have lol! At some point I was thinking of streaming my process, so people can watch me work, if they are at all interested. I'm still working on setting it all up.

Below are my WIP for some of my popular Elucien art!

The Elucien kiss, this was just putting down some shading before I worked on the lighting and coloring over the sketch.

My 'anime' style lucien. I had just put down flats and brief shading on his skin. I used the CSP background of a sunset here, adjusting it later and adding some glow.

My Lucien in Illyrian leathers! I was trying out different brushes and mood painting. A lot of this was attempting some monochromatic base painting before adding colors on top.

The sketch and painting of my Elucien garden. I had the HARDEST time trying to get Elain's head to gently touch Lucien's!

I painted the colors down, and started to get into the flow of the tone I wanted, and bigger shapes of Elain's hair. Like AI, hands are the BANE of my existence! I need a lot more study and anatomy practice. Perhaps I can post some of that here too! (I'm just always embarassed of the messy looks and weirdness of the process)

The base colors for my Elucien mother's day painting! This one turned out so pretty, I LOVED How Elain's hair came out in the end, I was pretty shocked! The sky looked sunny too!

Lucien and his wet shirt! This was the first time I've ever tried to paint a wet shirt effect before. I had no idea what I was doing, and had to try and find many different references.

These are the sketches I had done for Lucien and Elain's Final Fantasy pictures I made. Again, I need more anatomy practice, but doing these were so much fun! I listened to Final Fantasy music too to really get me in the mood. ^-^

And this is Elain of that series, in her flat colors!

There ya have it Anon! Here are just some of the WIPs I could find from my painting/drawing process. A lot of it is messy, chaotic, and just ugly looking at the start, but as they say "trust the process!" I certainly hope this helps ease any thoughts or suspicions. I understand its hard to find good work out there that is done with legitimacy, but all my work has hours of blood sweat and tears in them. =D

[drawloverlala]

November status update!

So! Spooky month is over and now we are at November! so here's my monthly update!

🌼Social Media management

So first I wanted to give a bit of a announcement given the difficult situation with artists and social media in recent times, specially on Twitter and the recent choices they've made, I've been thinking on what to do 🤔

I've come to the conclusion to only post full art on certain sites that are more for art and artists and the rest will be cropped art or very tiny version of them (not full resolution or quality)

🌱Sites where you'll find my art without cropping and better quality:

Tumblr / Inkblot / Artfol / Sheezyart (eventually) / Neocities(gotta update it though)

🌱Places where I'll post it cropped and less better quality:

Twitter / Bluesky / Instagram

Thought I'd still like to use tumblr for posting art as well and specially sketches and doodles, it's just still a very comfortable place to put these kind of things, but I'll just just my watermark more often on them

But yeah, social media management is something I was very messy about, and in recent months I haven't been able to keep up with everything about it so I needed to make some kind of order in there

🌼October ink art challenges:

nah, I tried but I gave up on it pretty quick lol, I've been pretty stressed up with work and side personal projects that I just didn't make the time to draw too much of that lol

it was kinda funny how quickly I lost steam with that 😅 but well it's not an obligation, maybe next year I'll be able to be a little bit more consistent and have more energy for that.

🌼Commissions:

So I finished the batch I got on August, though there's still a comic pages commission from that but I'm putting that and one I got last month together.

as for the batch I got on October, I got a bit behind it, mostly because I was trying to finish with the previous batch first, so this next week I'll work more on the current batch for sure! 👍

hopefully I'm able to finish all chibis next week at least!

🌼Ko-fi shop:

still not finished with the new items to put on the shop, and I haven't started yet with holiday themed things, hopefully this upcoming week I get more time for that, I just gotta really make some kind of order in my schedule lol 😅

Other than that, I guess the megaman X fan comic is coming along quite nicely, I'm still working on the inks, but dialogue has been more defined thanks to a friend of mine and there's about 7 pages left to ink!

but yeah that's all for now, hope you have a nice November!

[broh3m3]

I love your art style, especially how energetic it is! How did your art style get such dynamic lines? Do you have any tips/advice/ideas on how to do that?

Thank you! Um... I'm not sure how to go about it, but I’ll try and give some tips on line confidence. I think my main advice would be to not let your sketch box you in- keeping it at a really low opacity so that your eyes don’t get used to seeing it with your line art when you draw over it (having your sketch opacity too high can give a different impression of your line work), leaving room to exaggerate or play around with fresh lines in the next phase.. It’s easier to do when you’re confident in your subject, so the sketch should be stable enough to convey that, but have fun with the process otherwise! For me, good line art comes out when I’m actively finding ways to build off the sketch’s energy while lining it, not when I’m trying to limit myself to it/already 100% happy with what it provides.

Here's a bit of a visualization! When going from the sketch to the line art, I was thinking that I could improve the flow of the cape, so I made the upper part less flat and balanced its curve with the bottom to keep the energy flowing. The slope of Kalim's pose could balance the curve of Jamil's sarouel, so I leaned into that when putting down the lines for Kalim's. Meanwhile having some areas be more linear helps give contrast. Line of action, straights against curves, etc. (I think this is delving more into gestural talk now) I'd recommend studying artists whose linework you enjoy too! Kaisen_Tobiuo was-and still is- a big inspiration of mine growing up for how expressive their works and line art felt. Also study naruto fanartists they're cracked It ended up being a bit of a ramble, but I hope this could help op!

[mochinek0]

Love Ballads-Ch.2

START

"Hello, Adrien!" chimed Lila, placing the call on speaker, "Are you as excited for today's date as much as I am?"

"Hello, Lila." Adrien acted, "Yes. I'm excited, as well."

Lila smile grew as she looked in the mirror. She had chosen the perfect dress to make him fall for her.

"I can't wait to see all our friends again." Adrien smiled, knowingly spoiling her plans.

"What?" she asked, dropping her mocha lipstick.

"Yeah, it's already been approved by Father." the model continued, "Every Saturday is couples night with our friends from College."

"Really?" asked Lila, as she started to bite on her thumbnail.

"Yep." Adrien smirked, "Nino suggested it."

"Who else is going?" she asked, staring at her tangerine dress.

"I don't know really, just that it's mostly couples." he stated, "Anyways, I just texted you the address. I'll meet you there."

"Oh?" she whined, "You're not picking me up? Boyfriends really should-"

"No, I have to leave early. I have a shoot at dawn, but you're welcome to catch up with everyone. I can't wait! " Adrien replied, before hanging up on his supposed girlfriend.

'How could he just ruin my plans like this? He was suppose to be a good boy and pick me up for our date! He was suppose to take me to dinner so I could show all of Paris he's mine! I can't even dress up, but I can't go casual either. Time to make Agreste Jr see what he's missing out on.'

"Casual yet flirty." she smiles, putting together her new outfit.

"Adrien, Bro!" Nino cried as he pulled his best friend into a hug.

"It's good to see you too, Nino!" replied Adrien with a hug.

"So where's Lila?" Nino asked, breaking the hug.

"She's on her way. I got a shoot at dawn so I thought it was better to come separate. I didn't want her reunion with you guys to be cut short on my account." the model smiled.

"Hey, Sunshine!" called Alya, enveloping him into a hug as well.

Soon everyone was pulling him into a hug until only Marinette was left.

"Hey, Marinette." Adrien smiled.

"Hey, Adrien." she smiled in return, "It's good to see you again."

'No stutter? When did that happen?'

Suddenly, he was enveloped by the scent of lilies and rain as she hugged him.

"You too." he smiled, faintly recalling his mother, "What have you been up to?"

"Um, university." She mumbled, "I'm in the fashion program."

"I knew your sketches were amazing!" Adrien grinned, "Are you here alone?"

"Oh! Um, no. I-I came with Nathaniel." Marinette answered.

"Oh. Um, that's nice." murmured the young model, only to receive a nod, "How long?"

"Four months?" she questioned.

"So, it's still new?" he asked.

"Yeah, thought I'd give it a shot." Mari shrugged, receiving a curt nod in return.

"Alright; it's time for the duet!" cried out Alya.

Everyone groaned in response.

"Oh, stop it! We do this every week. So, who's starting?" she asked, looking around the room, "Sunshine, you're up."

"I don't have-" he began.

"Mari, join him." interrupted Alya.

Marinette groaned, but still got up from her seat. Adrien and Marinette took the stage and grabbed a mic.

"Babe!" hissed Nino.

She shushed him. Alya ignored the looks thrown her way from everyone else. Yes, she knew that Marinette was technically seeing Nathaniel, but she also knew her girl wasn't in love with him. Maybe, a tiny part of her hoped, now that they were older, Adrien would finally see how amazing Marinette was.

"So, how do we do this?" Adrien questioned.

"Hit the random button and we sing whatever comes up." Marinette answered.

"Okay." he replied.

'That's simple enough.'

They watched as the song list shuffled rapidly before settling on 'Why Don't You Love Me'.

Adrien noticed the petite designer freeze up and the room became silent.

"Um, is-is this okay?" the model asked, confused by the air in the room.

"Uh, ye-yeah." she replied, taking a deep breath. Marinette turned and smiled at him.

"Ready?" Mari asked.

"Yep." he smiled.

Adrien closed his eyes and gulped. It was his first time singing in front of his friends.

'I can do this.'

See , I can't wake up

I'm living a nightmare,

That keeps playing over again

Locked in a room so hung up on you and you're cool with just being friends,

Left on the side lines,

Stuck at a red light,

Waiting for my time and I can't see

When the duet began, Adrien turned his head towards his partner and smiled as Marinette sang beautifully along with him. She belted out the melody, perfectly.

Why don't you love me,

Touch me,

Tell me I'm your everything

'Wow. Marinette's just as amazing as always.'

The air you breathe,

And why don't you love me,

Baby,

Open up your heart tonight,

'cause I could be all that you need,

Oh,

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love me?

As Marinette began to sing her part, Adrien found he couldn't look away from her.

See I'm just to scared to tell you the truth,

'cause my heart, it can't take anymore.

Adrien took a step back, as she suddenly turned and looked at him as she sang. Suddenly, it was like she was only singing for him. It was hard to fight the blush that was trying to take over his face.

Broken and bruised,

Longing for you and I don't know,

What I'm waiting for.

Left on the side lines,

Stuck at the red light,

Waiting for my time,

Taking a deep breath, Adrien returned the melody with as much passion as she did.

So just tell me,

Why don't you love me.

Adrien couldn't help but smile, as a blush overtook her face when he sang back to her.

Touch me,

This time her eyes were on him.

Tell me I'm your everything

The air you breathe,

And why don't you love me,

Baby,

Open up your heart tonight

'cause I could be all that you need

Oh

Why don't you give me a reason?

Give me a reason

Please tell me the truth

Please tell me the truth

You know, that I keep believing

I keep believing

'til I'm with you

Adrien slowly reached out and grasped Marinette's hand.

Why don't you love me?

Startled, Marinette quickly looked at their hands, before returning her gaze back at him. Only when she looked up, she found he had closed the gap, bringing their hands to his chest.

Kiss me

She couldn't help but look away.

'Why does it feel like I'm begging for a kiss?' she wondered.

I can feel your heart tonight

It's killing me (killing me)

So why don't you love me?

Touch me

Tell me I'm your everything

The air you breathe

And why don't you love me?

Baby?

Open up your heart tonight

'cause I could be all that you need

Oh

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love me?

Why don't you love me?

As the song ended, Marinette quickly set down the microphone and hurried to her seat. She took a deep breath as she calmed her traitorous heart.

'It wasn't a confession; I have Nathaniel! I can't fall for Adrien again! This is suppose to be my time to get over him!'

Confused, Adrien sets down his mic on the stand. As he went to his seat, he noticed Alya looking at her phone.

'Was I that bad?'

"Congrats, Man! You killed it with that song!" Nino claimed, clapping him on the back.

"You both harmonized beautifully." stated Luka.

Mari blushed in response and took a sip of her drink. Luka had never said that about her and Nathaniel. She decided it was best to ignore him, missing Alix elbowing him in the ribs.

"Hey, I found someone." called Nathaniel as he entered the room.

"Adrien!" Lila cried, throwing her arms arounf him.

"Lila?" he questioned.

"I tried calling you when I got here, but-" she sniffed.

'I completely forgot she was coming. I was having fun, too.'

"She was a little lost and once she mentioned Nino, I figured she was with us." intervened Nathaniel, while Lila buried herself in Adrien's shirt.

"Thanks, Nathaniel. Sorry, I had the first song so none of us heard my phone go off." Adrien winced.

Lila took a look around the room. It really was people from their college days, including Marinette. Lila smiled in Mari's direction, as she hugged Adrien tighter. Marinette rolled her eyes in response to Lila's childishness. Adrien sighed at the girl's actions towards each other.

'Right, they never got along. Marinette was the only other person who figured out Lila's a scheming manipulator.'

"It's so nice to see everyone again!" greeted Lila.

Adrien ignored the excitement in the room, as Nathaniel went over to Marinette and took the seat next to her.

Five more songs were sung before the alarm on his phone went off.

"Sorry, everyone." Adrien stated as he stood up, "I have to head out. I have a shoot at dawn."

"Yeah, better get your beauty sleep, Model Boy." teased Alya.

Everyone quickly pulled their old friend into a hug.

"Do you still play?" asked Luka, as he patted him on the back.

"Yeah." the model answered.

"We should try and jam on one of your off days." Luka insisted.

"Right, cause those exist." Adiren chuckled, "Maybe one of these Wednesdays, whenever we hit your place."

"Sounds great!" replied Luka, "Mind if I get your number?"

"Oh, me too!" cried Alya.

"Same!" shouted Ivan.

Soon everyone was inputting their number into his phone. Lila latched onto his arm as everyone played 'Pass the Potato' with his phone.

"Oh, I forgot the best part!" Adrien interjected, before she could try and talk her way out of it, "Lila is staying! She told me how much she was excited to see everyone again. Right?"

"Of course!" she smiled.

'Again! How does he keep ruining everything? It wouldn't have taken much to walk out to the car with him for some privacy and leave these losers here. At least I have a toy to play with. Time to go for the kill.'

"So, Marinette." Lila prodded, knowing that being with Adrien must be killing the so-called designer, "How long have you and Nathaniel been together?"

Marinette giggled, "Four months."

"What's so funny about your dating life?" she asked, catching Nathaniel attention.

"I can see why you and Adrien are going out." Mari answered, "You're so much alike."

"What do you mean?" Lila questioned.

"Adrien also asked about my dating life." Mari smiled, as Lila simmered in her anger.

'This is not how this was suppose to go!'

"Adrien asked about us?" asked Nathaniel.

"Yeah, well, you were in the restroom and he asked if I was here by myself. Once I told him I was here with you, he asked 'how long' as well." Marinette said, before clapping as Alya took the stage.

'Why would Adrien want to know about if Marinette was here by herself? He's dating Lila; a model! At least she didn't deny it, right?'

"Did you ask about us?" asked Lila, interrupting his thoughts.

"Nope. In fact I had no clue he had a date til you arrived. We sang the duet, at Alya's insistence. He sang since it was his first night and Nathaniel wasn't here." replied Marinette, as she looked at the drink menu.

Lila simmered throughout the night as her scheme crumbled. Marinette didn't seem remotely jealous of her relationship with Adrien Agreste. She was too busy dating the redhead. It made her sick to see them so affectionate with each other.

Marinette on the other hand was eager to get home. Nathaniel was acting weird. She wasn't one for PDA. They had held hands and she's kissed him on the cheek before rushing off to class, but for him to drape his arm around her...it was too much. Mari smiled and lowered his arm off her, before excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

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Purify Me

Pt. 3 of The Cumanent: Sinful Sacraments

A little holy water cleanses everything,...except this

Genre: Smut 18+ Only

Word Count: 5.5K

Warnings: religious themes, blasphemy, aggression (hella), foreign object play, pet names, brief mention of pregnancy, anal, dominant\submissive dynamic, no HEA, possibly toeing the line of dubcon\noncon

Note: These are stand alone and can be read in any order :)

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I watch with full interest as the priest before me dives deeply into his Sunday morning sermon. Normally service was tame but today he was passionate, driven, dare I say, consumed by his words. His hands connect with the pulpit as he speaks, his voice rising in volume gradually until he is all but screaming the word he was so desperate to teach. His enthusiasm was as attractive as he was. He was of average height, clad in the heavy, standard Catholic robes. His deep chestnut brown hair falls perfectly around his face as it stops just above the top of his ears, curling under so the ends graze his face with every movement of his head. His onyx colored eyes were ablaze as he leaned over the pulpit to convey his point. He was driven and it was driving the type of thoughts I shouldn't be thinking in the middle of church into my mind. 

My eyes never left him and occasionally, he would lock his with mine. The small action sent my stomach fluttering each time. I bit my bottom lip as I imagined what it would be like to be the sole target of that gaze. I shook my head slightly, hoping to clear the blasphemous thoughts like an etch-a-sketch to no avail. With every passing second, the sight of him fueled my reprehensible daydreams even further. I squeeze my legs tightly in an attempt to alleviate the ever growing ache building between my thighs. 

Service ended in what felt like mere seconds, my mind dancing merrily in fantasy. I stood, smoothing my dress before slinging my purse strap over my shoulder. I took one long last glance at him, watching him smile and converse with his patrons. I turned to make my way down the aisle, making it halfway between the rows of pews when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned slowly, not expecting to find the priest standing there, hands tucked behind his back while smiling brightly at me. 

“Excuse me, miss. Could I possibly talk with you for a moment?” He asks, eyes gleaming. I lift a hand to my chest, slightly confused. “Oh, me?” I ask in response. He nods in confirmation before I agree. He gestures for me to follow him as he makes his way to the front of the old Catholic church before exiting through a side door. I follow as we glide through an ornate hallway before stopping before an old, wooden door. He pushes against it and it opens with a groan before he gestures for me to enter. 

I take small, timid steps inside as my confusion for my reasoning for being here is painted plainly across my face. He turns, pushing against the door once more and it latches in place with a thick thud. I clutch my purse against me out of the anxiety of it all, my mind tumbling possibilities as to why he invited me into his office. I watch him carefully, studying his angelic features, noticing as his eyes take me in intensely. They fall slowly from my lips down, hovering over my breasts before sliding down to my thighs. They begin their ascent and I see a flash of hunger behind them before he blinks, realizing my eyes were on him. 

“No need to be alarmed.” He holds his hands up in front of him slightly to show he was not a threat then continues. “ I just noticed you in the front today. I've never seen you here before. I'm sure I would remember you if you attended previously.” He grins slyly, a hint of something snaking over his words.  My body shudders slightly, his implications not lost on me. He knew he was attractive. He knew his position put him in a place to be considered forbidden, He knew how easily swayed most people were by a pretty face and the right words. It was evident in the way he was carrying himself. He holds himself upright with perfect posture but his body language was lax and non threatening. His voice was calm and reassuring, his hands hanging gently at his side yet he was so inviting as he reached out to touch my upper arm softly. 

His fingers dance across my skin before he steps in closer. My heart flutters in my chest at the action that gradually puts him in a closer proximity. My eyes survey his face, spending too long on his plush, rouge lips. He curls them upward into a smile before leaning forward, stopping close enough that his breath billows softly on my cheek. “Like what you see?” He whispers in my ear. “I saw the way you were focused on me today. It was distracting, honestly. Those pretty little eyes on me yet so far away at the same time. I could barely think about what I was preaching because I couldn’t stop creating possibilities of what you were so obviously focused on. Just imagine how much better my sermon could have been without you practically eye fucking me from the front row?” He smirks and my stomach lurches, flipping wildly in my abdomen. His hand comes up and he wraps his slender fingers around my arm, squeezing softly. 

He leans in more, now close enough his lips almost brush my ear. “Luckily, I was still able to resist the temptation. Very grateful for these thick robes as they are able to hide the effects of your undeniably sinful thoughts. But, precious, I have so much pent up energy from it all. The excitement of everything, you know? Today’s message…and then, of course, you.” He brings his face to look at me, stopping a breath away from my lips, his gaze holding them. “ Would you be my rest for I am so, so weary. I just need somewhere to lie my head.” His eyes flit to mine, burning with desire and the sight sends little prickles of electricity through me.” So, tell me. Will you be my friend?” 

My breath hitches in my chest at his words, my heart pounding violently in my rib cage like a rabid animal. I don't have time to respond before he pulls me flush against him and presses those luscious lips against mine. My body relaxes at the contact despite my brain screaming at me for it all. My hands come between us to fist his robes as he brings his hands to rest on my waist, squeezing forcefully before pulling my body rough against his own. His mouth is eager, nipping at my lips before his tongue comes to flick over them. He catches my bottom lip between his teeth causing me to gasp. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, allowing it to dance with mine as he explores my oral cavity. I tug at his robes to press myself against him more and he brings both hands to cup my cheeks momentarily before they fall to cradle my neck. 

His lips crash faster into mine and his breathing turns rapid. The sound of his panting as well as feeling his chest heave rapidly under my clenched fist sends another sudder through me and it reignites the warmth between my thighs. I knew I should stop but I simply could not. His lips felt better than I ever could have imagined and I was curious to know how his body felt now. I knew this was wrong on many levels but he was just so goddamn intoxicating. My lips clashed against his in effort to devour every bit of his taste. My mind was hazy, already clouded with lust, so when he pulled away from me, my mouth reached out to reconnect immediately. Only instead of finding his lips again, I was shoved roughly downward. The force causes my legs to buckle at the knees and I crash into a chair behind me, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

“Fa-father Kim.” I mumble between breaths, startled by his actions. “W-wha-..” was all I could get out before he reached down to grab my neck, squeezing his fingers around it tightly. “Shut up.” He bellowed. “Do not speak unless you're spoken to.” He squeezes my neck once more before roughly shoving away, my head snapping back at the force. “The only thing I want to hear from these luscious lips is those pretty little whimpers you're going to be making soon enough.” A small moan echoes in my throat and my heart threatens to beat right out of my chest. He circles the chair slowly, studying me like a predator studying their next meal. A hunger flashes across his dark eyes and he runs a hand across my chest before circling back around to stand behind me. He slides his hand at a snail’s pace to my arm, resting it there. 

“Hands” he commands. I sit for a moment, not really sure of what he’s demanding of me. When I don’t obey quickly enough, he grabs a fist full of my hair and yanks my head back,  forcing me to look up at him. “I said, hands,” he spits through gritted teeth. I lift my arms out in front of me, staring up at him. “No,” he growls, “Behind you. Now.”  I cautiously slide my arm around behind me as he shoves my head forward forcefully. He reaches down to grab the hand and I twist my other hand behind me as well, feeling as he gathers them into one of his own before turning to grab something behind him. He makes no sound and soon I feel something silky soft wrapping around my wrists before my arms jerk slightly. I can hear the soft sound of fabric rubbing against itself before there's a gentle tug. He stands back to admire his creation. 

He sighs in satisfaction, a puff of air escaping through his nose before he comes to stand in front of me. His eyes roam my body before landing between my legs. Another flick of hunger dances across them momentarily. “Spread your legs” he demands, looking up to meet my eyes. Hesitantly, I spread them slowly causing the hem of my dress to rise over my knees. He groans under his breath before leaning forward, cupping my cheek with his soft hand. He begins to run it down to my chin, my neck, and over my chest before stopping to cup the small bump protruding at the bottom of my belly. A shiver works through me as I watch him caress my stomach softly, chewing on the bottom of his lip. I wasn't obviously pregnant. I was still small enough to hide behind loose clothing but present enough to protrude almost cutely. My dress wasn't form fitting but it accented my natural curves, the fabric draping in just the right way around my breasts, hips, and stomach. The only giveaway to my condition was the subconscious need to cradle my belly constantly. It was no surprise he knew about it.

“Look at you.“ His voice is low in volume but his words are laced with a venomous tone. “Sitting in my church, in these revealing clothes…” His hands continue downwards, stopping to stroke the front of my lace panties. “... taunting me with the seed of another man growing in your womb.” He lifts his eyes to mine. The intensity burning in his jet black gaze sends chills through me causing my stomach to jump and a tingle to burn between my thighs. 

He drops his hands, turning to walk away from me. I watch as far as I can as he makes his way back towards an armoire nestled in the far end of the room. The doors creak as it opens. I hear the sound of items rustling as he rummages through its contents. Moments later, the doors shut with a heavy click and I hear rosary beads clacking gently before I hear his footsteps again. He’s behind me again quickly. I can hear items as they’re set down before something cold is wrapped around my neck and pulled taut, cutting off my airway. My arms strain against the binding on my wrists, my hands desperate to claw at whatever is on my throat. My head is pulled back and I stare wide eyed at the priest hovering above me. 

A maniacal grin graces his face and his eyes flicker with animalistic need. Fear courses through me as I instinctively struggle, the lack of air causing my head to feel light and vision to spot. He stares down at me, tugging tighter, before licking his lips. His tongue darts across his dark pink bottom lip before he brings his teeth into them. I squirm in the chair, terrified, my eyes never leaving his, tears beginning to well at my water line. “It's funny, don't you think?” he says, tugging at the rosary once more. "You don't fear the lord, even inside his house knowing the weight of your transgressions, yet you fear for the life he gave you?" 

The edges of my vision are solid black, what's left is a hazy blur, clouded further by the tears gathered there. I feel one more rough tug at the rosary before it's pulled away. I gasp as air rushes into my lungs so fast it causes me to choke. I cough violently, the tears that were being held at bay now cascading down my face. I tug at the binding that keeps my hands behind me. He wraps the rosary tightly around my mouth. It cuts into the corners of my lips before he ties it behind my head somehow. He disappears once more, leaving me to my recovery, the armoire door creaking and clicking in the distance,only to reappear with something wrapped in purple velvet in his hands. 

I watch as he slowly pulls the corners of the fabric back, opening his item as if it were a present. He lifts it slowly, the fabric tossed to the side, to reveal a rather large crucifix. He turns towards me and grins that maniacal grin again before he stalks back over, standing in front of me again. His hand roams over me once more before stopping between my legs. With another grin, he sticks his fingers into the delicate lacing of my panties and pulls, ripping a wide hole in the front of them. 

His fingers immediately find me dripping and he runs his slim digits up and down between my folds before he brings the crucifix to rest against my entrance. My body trembles in a mix of adrenaline from the previous lack of oxygen as well from the violent gleam that was burning in his eyes. With no warning, he thrusts the longer end of the crucifix inside me, causing me to cry out. It was wider than anything I'd ever taken before. the squared edges pressed against me as it stretched me wide and the feeling paired with the cool sensation of the metal figurine nailed to it. It was overwhelming, bordering on painful, and fresh tears welled in my eyes. 

He began to ram the cross in and out of me, his pace ruthless. The overwhelming feeling soon morphed into something more pleasurable and his thumb came up to rub rough circles on my clit. My hips rolled upward to grind against the crucifix, small whimpers billowing over the rosary nestled between my parted lips. He watches me as he pumps it harder and faster, a tightening in my stomach already on the verge of snapping. I buck against the wooden cross, matching his pace before I feel the tension that was brewing in me snap. My orgasm hits me harder than I expect, surprising me as my body jerks hard. My legs squeeze his hand, clamping tightly around the foreign object as my head lolls back. My eyes flutter before closing and I launch a soft cry into the room as my body is racked by wave after wave of release that slams into me before it subsides. 

I pant rapidly as new tears paint my cheeks. I bring my head upright and open my eyes to find him watching me intensely. The hand that had been assaulting my clit was now under his robes, faint movements rippling through the fabric. A tingle forms in my stomach and shoots down between my legs at the sight of him touching himself despite the orgasm that just ravaged my body. 

I watch as he stands leaving the crucifix in me to bunch his robes up revealing himself pulled through the zipper of his dress pants. He strokes himself slowly before standing in front of me again, placing a leg on each side of the chair. I was at the perfect height for my face to line up with his groin in this position. He reaches around to remove the rosary from my face before putting his tip against my lips, rubbing it against them softly. A hand meets my cheek, patting twice. “Open” he demands. I part my lips slightly and he pushes himself between them forcefully. I groan around him before I begin to suck softly. His hand twists into my hair before he thrusts aggressively into my mouth entirely. His cock hits the back of my throat causing me to gag and I try to pull back but he holds my head in place. 

What felt like an eternity later, he pulls out of my mouth before he plunges right back in. This time he pumps in and out violently, his cock jamming the back of my throat each time. He stops, holding my head against him, my nose flush against his pelvic area. He rocks against me, his cock jabbing into my throat as I gag sharply around him. Tears flow down my face as he continues to fuck my mouth, each stroke harder than the last. My stomach turns and my pussy tingles at the entire thing, despite the trails of water that leaked down my cheeks. I squeeze my thighs together and thrust softly against the crucifix still buried inside me. His tempo quickens, his thrusts erratic yet still just as ruthless. My throat throbs from the repeated assault and burns from the force of every gag he's caused. 

With one final thrust, he forces my head onto him again, his hands using all his strength to hold me in place. He pulls at the roots of my hair as I gag on him before he pulls out of me as quickly as he slammed into my mouth. I sputter a cough, grateful for the air as I watch through cloudy, teary eyes as he moves from me to his desk to the left of me. He grabs a few bottles of holy water, twisting the top off one single handedly while stroking himself with the other. He returns to stand in front of me, tossing the end of his robes over his shoulder before he releases himself from his hand. “Look at me” he commands. 

Disappointment flows through me, deep down having wanted to watch as he got himself off but I turn my eyes to his obediently. I watch as he strokes himself faster, fast enough to bring himself to his own conclusion. He lifts the open bottle of water, cradling it over his tip. A groan rumbles in his throat as he jerks lightly. His eyes never leave mine as his cock twitches before shooting his sticky load into the holy water, save a few drops that end on his fingers. He flicks his robes down, covering himself and a whimper almost leaves my lips. 

He swivels the bottle around before approaching me, sliding his sticky, cum covered fingers into my mouth. I suck on them greedily, savoring his taste before he removes them quickly. This time I allow myself to whimper out loud, eliciting a smirk from him. He reaches up and grabs my chin, squeezing hard. “Open up, precious. I have something to help purify you.” I shiver at his words, parting my lips obediently. He brings the cum filled holy water to my lips, tilting it to where all of it rushes into my mouth at once. I choke, sputtering slightly as I begin to gulp the unholy cocktail as fast as I can. 

Once empty, he drops the bottle and it clatters loudly on the floor. He walks behind me, untangling the tie holding my hands. It falls gently as he finishes releasing my wrists. I bring my arms around to my front, rotating them to combat the ache in them. Father Kim brings his hands to my shoulders, lowering his mouth to my ear before he whispers in it. “I hope you didn't think we were done yet, precious.” His tongue flicks against my earlobe, sending a shiver through me, before he shoves me hard, propelling me forward. I reach out, catching myself with my hands as I meet the floor. 

He kicks the chair to the side with his foot before he sinks to his knees behind me, pulling me up onto my knees. His hands caress my ass before his fingers dig roughly into the supple flesh. Aggression leaches from his touch paired with his deep, panting breaths. My stomach jolts again as he runs his hands along my backside once more before his hand lifts only to come back down against my skin harshly. I jump at the action, a yelp coming from me. His hand caresses the spot before lifting to come down on it again, this time a little harder. 

This coaxes a small moan from me, the pain once again morphing into pleasure and I found myself wanting more of it. His hands grasp my ass again before skillfully ripping my underwear down to expose me completely. He grips my ass again, squeezing roughly as he spreads my cheeks apart. Another strike lands against my ass before he stands, disappearing momentarily. He returns, kneeling behind me once again. 

He runs his hands over my ass to the small of my back then up to my shoulder before running his hands into my hair. In one violent motion, he shoves me down, my face meeting the floor. He shoves me against the floor, holding me there the same way he held my face against his cock earlier. A small thrill races through my body as I feel him pressing against my bare lower body, my ass high in the air. In between my thighs was slick with my own moisture and it dripped down the inside of them slowly. He keeps the force on my head and I hear the sound of a top opening.

Moments later, something cold runs against my ass, dripping between my cheeks. My eyes widen in realization as I feel his head rub against my hole after. He presses further, working to gain entrance. Another trickle of cold hits me before he pushes again, pressing his head in completely before resting momentarily. I gasp loudly, the intrusion of him in my ass paired with his girth was foreign. The few seconds he gave me to adjust were the only ones I was allowed. In one swift movement, he forced the rest of him inside me, burying himself to the hilt. It was uncomfortable and painful and more tears welled in my eyes as he reared back to plunge into me again.  I yelped loudly, a sob nearly escaping my lips. My cry of pain only seemed to excite him more. His fingers clasp my hair tighter as he adds more force against my head. The floor pressed into my face painfully while his other hand dug equally as painful into the soft flesh of my ass. I just knew I would have bruises the following morning. 

The idea of him marking me caused my stomach to flutter again despite everything. Tears still ran from my face as he fucked my ass rough, sliding out of me to slam back into me as hard as he could. My body rocked with every thrust and at some point, the pain began to grow softer and pleasure bloomed in its wake.. My pussy ached to be touched as he buried his cock into my asshole over and over. My yelps turned to uncontrollable moans. A tension built in my stomach with every guttural groan that flowed off his lips. His hand released my hair, moving to grip the opposite side of my bottom, digging his fingers into my skin there as well. My pleasure crested and I found myself eager to match his pace. I rocked against him as he slammed into me, each thrust coaxing the storm brewing inside. 

“Look at yourself.” He commands before leaning forward to grasp my hair in his hands, whipping my head up to stare at myself in a mirror propped against the wall mere feet from us. “Look at your face, the blissed out look in your eyes. The tears fall as freely from your eyes as the moans flow from your lips.” I stare at myself in the mirror, taking in my reflection.I barely recognized myself. My eyes were hazy, glazed with lust. My mascara was streaked in black rivulets down both of my cheeks all the way to my chin. A few tears streak the dried flakes on my face. My lipstick had smeared across my lips, half of it missing. I was truly a mess but I did not care. I craved the pleasure he was giving no matter how forbidden it was supposed to be. He released my hair with a shove, pushing my head forward before he thrust into me again. 

I cried out, bringing my head up to lock eyes with his reflection in the mirror. My insides trembled at the sight. His robes were tossed aside and his pants had been pushed down to reveal more skin than I'd ever seen on him. His eyes were glazed over as well, a flicker of mania behind them. The corners of his lips curled up in an equal maniacal grin. The primal rage brewing inside him evident in his gaze as well as the way he fucked me like he absolutely hated me. The sight alone almost sent me over the edge. 

His eyes found mine in the reflection, holding my gaze as he ran a hand up to caress my stomach softly before snaking a hand around in between my legs. His fingers circled my clit softly, a stark contrast to the way he slammed in and out of me. The feather light touch caused my eyes to roll back as I sighed. I bit my lip to suppress a loud moan and was met with a hand across my ass. 

“Let it out. I told you the only thing I want to hear from you is the sounds I cause you to make.” Another command I immediately obeyed. A loud moan flows across my lips, the storm ready to roll in. He rams into me faster, sending steady beats of pleasure through me. Sounds fall from my lips uncontrollably as I reach my second orgasm. One final rough thrust sends the storm inside on a rampage. It claps hard and I all but scream as it rips through me. My body begins to seize, shaking almost violently as he never loses his rhythm. 

A deep growl reverberates in his throat before he pulls out of my ass, his hands coming to squeeze my cheeks roughly once again. He dips his head down, pressing it between my legs. His tongue flicks forward, sliding between my folds on its way to my clit. I moan once more as he shoves his face into my further. He pulls me back as his tongue darts lazily over my sensitive bud. I arch back, stretching my top  half to lie flat against the floor. He continues his teasing, pulling back to slide two fingers deep inside of me. He pumps them slowly at first, the softness in his motions foreign to me and I whimper, aching for more than what he was giving. I hear a deep chuckle from behind me before he removes his fingers and buries his face into me from behind. He laps greedily at me and I rock myself against his face. My body hums excitedly as another murmur of pleasure begins to rise inside me. 

All too soon, he pulls back from me and I voice my protest to the action with a loud whine. A hand comes down sternly against my ass and I jolt at the unexpected contact. His hand rubs my ass briskly before it lifts again. He brings his hand back against me in three consecutive slaps, his strike growing in intensity each time his hand connects to my tender flesh. I made a noise that was as much a moan as a cry out, the sting left on my skin burning pleasantly. 

I feel him pressing his cock against my ass once more before he shoves himself deep back inside me again. My body trembles beneath him as he fucks me relentlessly. Grunts and moans pour from him freely now, the carnal need within him possessing his actions. He rams into me over and over, chasing his own ecstasy and I expel my own sounds into the room to mix with the Lord is with thee.his as freely as he does. The room is a symphony of the sounds of our bodies clashing, the music of it dancing across the walls around us. 

Without breaking stride, he leans forward to grab my hair, wrenching my head up forcefully. My eyes focus back on the mirror, watching him as he drives into me mercilessly. He releases my hair, the look in his eyes commanding me to keep mine on him. “It’s time for ceremony, precious” He grunts between each roll of his hips. “Allow me to pray for you. Eyes on me.” he commands.

I don’t lower my gaze from his reflection as he lifts his right hand and brings it up to his forehead before dropping to his heart then crossing it from right to left. His eyes move to capture mine in the mirror and his rhythm never slows as he begins to speak. “Hail Mary full of Grace…” he pulls back and crashes into me harder, grunting through his teeth. “the Lord is with thee.” Another violent thrust rocks me forward. “Blessed are thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus…” I moan loudly, my body beginning to shake under the assault. “Holy Mary Mother of God,..” My eyes flutter, fighting to close. My stomach tightens, the ticking time bomb inside threatening to explode once again. His hand rises again, coming down with as much force as he could muster without breaking his rhythmic assault on my ass. I moan wildly as I begin to teeter off the edge. “...pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.” He growls, a guttural sound that sets the fuse inside me on blaze, burning it down almost immediately. “Amen!” he barely gets out as he pounds into me one final time, growling primitively. His fingers dig painfully into my hips as he releases into me. 

My body convulses violently, the explosion of pleasure sending me into another realm. I scream out, barely able to hold myself up as the fallout arrives in segments, coursing through me with almost as much force as he fucked me with. My eyes roll back and flutter before closing, sparks dancing in my vision. My arms buckle and I let my upper body fall against the floor, waiting for the calm after the storm. He pulls out of me and I hear his clothing rustle as he adjusts himself. I lie a crumpled mess on the floor still trying to catch my breath when I hear his footsteps recede before returning. 

He drops my purse and my torn up panties next to me. He squats down, fisting my hair once more and yanks my head up to look at him. He flashes a fake smile at me. “I’m sure you remember the way we came in, right precious?” He shoves my head away, releasing my hair before standing again. I push myself upright, my legs curled up to my side, an embarrassment flooding my body coaxing a pink tint to color my cheeks. He turns and begins walking to the door before stopping, swiveling back around to me. “Ah, yes. One more thing. If I ever catch you in my church again, there’ll be hell to pay. A lot like today but much, much worse.” He smirks once more, something sinister flashing in his eyes, before he continues to make his way back to the door. He pulls it open and slips out, leaving me on the floor as the door closes behind him.  

[writtenjewels]

Mirage part 4

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

After Salim got cleaned up, Jason brought him back to the main room and made him finish the sports drink. He stayed close by until Salim was finished.

“I'll put this away,” Jason told him, indicating the rest of the fruit. “You just sit here and rest.”

“I've done so much resting,” Salim pointed out. “I would like to do something more active.”

“Well, if you're feelin' up to it, you could take a bath.” Jason wrinkled his nose playfully.

“That actually sounds like a wonderful idea.” Salim moved to stand up again but his legs were weak from lack of use.

Jason was by his side in a moment with an arm around him, keeping Salim upright. Salim noted how strong the man was before, but was more aware of it now that he felt Jason holding him. He was not a small man, but Jason was supporting his weight easily. It made Salim wonder if Jason had carried him to this place using only his own strength. Salim's heart beat a little faster as he imagined it.

He was left alone in the bathroom. Salim happily stripped off the clothes he'd been wearing for the past few days and turned on the water. There was no radio in here or scented oils or anything to make this a real bath, but just lying in the water would be enough after all Salim went through.

Salim let his thoughts drift as he soaked. How long had he been in this small cabin? So far he hadn't seen any time pieces around. His own body couldn't provide clues: he was still recovering, and he hadn't eaten in so long he wouldn't have cared if it was midnight. If Salim had to guess, he would say it'd been at least a day, maybe two.

He got out of the bath and toweled himself dry. His old clothes lay in a pile. The thought of putting those sweaty, sand-caked clothes back on made Salim shudder. He opened the door just enough to peer out. Jason was seated on the beanbag chair, deeply engrossed in a sketch. Salim found himself staring. Jason had a very nice profile. Salim's eyes followed along his brow, knitted in concentration, down the slope of his nose to his lips, corners lifted in a faint smile.

Jason paused in his sketch to turn toward the bathroom. “Salim, are you all right?”

“Yes.” His face felt a little warm. He hoped Jason hadn't noticed Salim staring at him. “I'm just not really looking forward to putting on these dirty clothes.”

“Well...” Jason cocked his head to one side. “It's either that, or wear somethin' of mine. Sorry.”

“If you don't mind.”

“Wait there.” Jason got up, disappearing into another room. A few minutes later he was back with an armful of clothes. He deposited them in front of the bathroom door. Salim stepped back, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. Jason barely glanced at the crack in the door before turning back to his beanbag chair.

Salim waited until the other man was engrossed in his drawing before grabbing the clothes. He dressed, having to do a fair bit of wiggling and tugging to get it all on. He and Jason were roughly the same height, but Salim was more broad. The clothes felt tight around his chest and hips in particular. Salim briefly debated on the possibility of staying in the bathroom.

Why was he feeling so self-conscious? Jason had found him on the brink of death and just watched him vomit in the toilet. This should be nothing. And yet the idea of Jason seeing evidence of Salim's bulkier size made him very nervous.

“Salim?” Jason called out to him. “You okay?”

“Yes, I, ah... I just need to... use the bathroom.”

This turned out to be true. It gave him a few more minutes to pull himself together before venturing out of the bathroom. He finally stepped out. Jason rose to his feet, presumably ready to help Salim should he need it. But he seemed frozen, his gaze locked on Salim. Salim could feel that gaze slowly traveling over his body. His face got warmer and his heart beat a little faster. Was Jason admiring him?

“You're standin' on your own two feet,” Jason observed. The comment, for some reason, made Salim's heart sink in disappointment. What was he hoping for, a compliment on his figure? It was ridiculous.

“I'm managing.” He placed a hand on the door-frame and leaned against it. “My legs still feel weak.” Jason was crossing the room in a moment, putting an arm around Salim to support him. Having him so close made Salim even more aware of how the clothes pressed tight against his skin. He prayed Jason wouldn't notice the blush.

“C'mon, I've got you. Go slow.” Together they moved to what had become Salim's spot in the room. “How's your stomach?”

“Less troubled.” Salim's eyes darted to Jason's face briefly. “I appreciate all of this.”

“I just wanna make sure you're okay.” Jason met his eyes and for a moment they were locked. Salim wanted to say or do something to get the man to smile. Jason looked away first, directing Salim to sit down. “I've got some saltine crackers,” Jason mentioned, “if you wanna try eating again.”

“I'm fine for now, thank you.” He felt the loss when Jason's touch lifted away. “May I see what you're drawing?” he requested.

“Not much to see yet. Maybe when it's more filled in.”

“I'll hold you to that, Jason.” Salim pulled his legs up to his chest and propped his chin on his knees. Jason returned to his chair once again and picked up the canvas he was working on. “You don't have much furniture,” Salim observed after a moment.

“Don't get many visitors,” Jason responded. He glanced up from his sketch to look at Salim. “It's just you and me.”

“Just you and me, huh?” Salim dropped his gaze, feeling fluttering in his stomach. “That's all right. Honestly, I'm just happy to see a human face.” It didn't hurt that Jason's was nice to look at.

“Yeah.” Jason's response was quiet, his focus turned back to the sketch. “Me, too.”

Salim's insides responded with more active fluttering. Good grief, he was acting so flustered around the man. Certainly he was grateful for everything Jason did, but to feel this way... It was silly, wasn't it? To notice how handsome and strong Jason was, to enjoy his voice and hope for his laughter, to still feel the ghost of his touch and want it again...

Maybe if he didn't acknowledge it, he could ignore these growing feelings.

[aphroditesmoon]

what about being jace's childhood crush, then to disappear for a few years only to return to dragonstone as a full-fledged noble lady? i know it's a really common concept but the idea of shy Jace trying to approach his former (and current) crush makes me all giddybdkdkdndn

go as a dream

jacaerys velaryon x reader

warnings: none

a/n: sorry I took so long!! I've been so busy these days w school

°°°

The first time he met you, he caught you stealing lemon cakes made for his mother in the kitchen and you punched him in the face before running away with a basket of lemon cakes when he threatened to tell the kitchen maids.

From that moment onward, he was a man in love, a man of age ten and two.

The next and last time he met you was during his thirteenth name day. You had all of your hair up in braids and a deep blue dress that seemed almost black in the dark. Luckily the moon shone bright that night, illuminating on your skin as he finds you by a lake outside the palace feeding fishes.

"They bite you know." His attempt to suprise you had not work, his shoes have already alerted you of his presence moments ago.

"They bite you, my prince." He snorted at your response as he moves to sit next to you.

"Give me some?" He offers to help.

Your head snaps at his direction and your eyes meet, for the first time ever, he has the opportunity to really study your face.

And you were more beautiful up close compared to the incomparable sketch in his dreams that appears every night when he sleeps.

You frown at first, not understanding what he's doing here with you instead of inside the feast laid out for him.

"You should be inside, I'm sure many efforts were put into this feast for you." You suggest casually, turning away from his stare.

"Only if you come with me." His boldness was admirable, you almost had a sense of respect for him because of that.

"Is that an order from my prince?" You raised your eyebrows and he sighs.

"For a little girl you are quite stubborn." You reel back suprised.

"Me-? Well for a little boy you are quite up your own arse." He bursts out laughing and buries his face on his knees.

His reaction was unexpected but contagious as you can't help laughing along.

Soon both of you went back in, meeting the gaze of his worried mother, the princess Rhaenyra.

"Will you dance with me?" He asks suddenly.

When you only stare at him he continues; "My mother is going to drag me somewhere to lecture me about my duty or something, but she can't if I'm already occupied."

Understanding fills you in as you nod slowly. "And if your mother is willing to wait until we're done to lecture you anyways?" You question.

He grins at you mischievously while pulling you to the center to dance. "Then I hope you're prepared to spend the whole night with your feet on the ground and arms in mine."

His mother was in fact, willing to wait until the whole feast was finished to scold him for disappearing. She unfortunately did not forget about it like he hoped she would.

But he could not care less about it, not when the warmth of you palms on his shoulder still burns through. His mother would laugh if he told her, and his brother would jest about it.

But he really did believe she was the most amazing girl in the seven kingdoms, the smartest and prettiest, your beauty rivaling the moon's, and your sharp tongue that never fails to put him in his place while making him feel butterflies. He would find you tomorrow again, he swore.

Though unfortunately, the promise was never fulfilled, as that was the last time he ever saw you. As entranced as he was to you, He did not know or asked of your family house, therefore couldn't find you.

Years passed and he finds himself grown and over his silly infatuation as more concerning issues starts to present himself. Yet some nights he admits, you cross his mind as a part of his happier youth.

And today was one of the moments. He had woken from dreaming of you. a jumbled confusing dream, but of you nonetheless.

Your face plagued his mind longer than he would like, distracted by the memory you two shared, he couldn't get a single task done.

A whole day wasted of his head being plagued by the memory of his childhood crush. Reminded of lords arriving to dragonstone tomorrow for renewal of their pledges and alliance, he forces himself to clear his mind and fall into sleep.

°°°

His brother stormed through his room running towards his peacefully sleeping body and shook him awake.

"Go away you rat" He whines as Lucerys kept shouting something he can't be bothered to listen to.

Pushing a pillow on his face triggered Lucerys to become louder, earnings a groan from Jacaerys.

He removes the pillow and looked at him with puffy eyes.

"Hm? What'd you say?" He asked groggily earning an annoyed sigh from his brother.

"I said, They're here Jace, mother's waiting for you!" Immediately his eyes widen and he scrambles for the bath to clean himself as he curses himself for his irresponsibility.

°°°

He barges into the council room muttering an apology as he takes his heat. His mother sent him a disapproving look before continuing as if she wasn't interrupted by his entrance.

"As I was saying, the oath pledge ceremony will take place this evening, I've already had my maids make accomodations for yours and your daughter's room, I hope you will find it adequate enough my Lord."

The lord laughs and waves her off. "Of course of course, we are indebted for such hospitality, our house will always side with you Princess."

Jacaerys' felt in awe of the loyalty shown in front of him, seeing how many allies have pledge themselves to his mother proved how much his mother deserves to be Queen.

The council was dismissed and as everyone leaves, Jacaerys rushes to get up and join them before Rhaenyra calls out to him.

"Sit here Jace."

He sighed, defeated.

°°°

The lecture has drained him to be honest, but the feast tonight must be attended, it's in the honor of the lords that has come tonight,

It would be unseemly if the crown prince didn't attend.

As he walks inside the hall, heads bow at his direction, he greets some lord's before taking his place at the dinner table.

His mother stands up to make a toast thanking and reassuring the lords of their alliance while he scans the crowd and spots a particular lord from the council meeting this morning and who he assumed was her daughter.

His daughter.

Jace stands up abruptly, his chair making a loud screech noise, and all eyes turns to him in an awkward silence.

His mother looks confused as she asks her son if he's alright.

"I.." He relaxes his heartbeat before waving off the concerned eyes of his mother.

"I apologize, I thought I saw...a bee." unconvincingly he states and sit back down and the eyes slowly leaves him.

All eyes except yours. Directly looking at him, you gift him with a kind smile, one he reciprocate before turning his attention back to the toast.

As the feast official starts, Jace barely eats anything but some cake and wine, wanting to hurry to find you. His brother notices his odd behavior and frowns at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you today, you're acting like you got a bug in your pants of something."

"I'm fine." He says without meeting his eye, basically chugging down his wine, for confidence, he assures himself.

His eyes scans the dancing crowds and stops at the sight of you and ser Erryk Cargyll together.

He had his arm linked with yours as the two of you danced together, and Jace almost jumps off the table to drag ser Erryk away from you.

Of course , he contains himself and walks towards you instead.

Your gaze met his and you didn't look suprised, almost as if you've been waiting for him.

Ser Erryk excuses himself leaving the two of you together.

You give him a small smile and he beams at the sight of it.

"Well, you're going to dance with me until my shoe falls off again or what?" Your voice sent shivers down your spine. The same teasing tone and sarcasm still runs through you. He was glad.

"I will, though, I suggest you prepare yourself, I don't plan on letting you go so easily like last time."

Your smile softens and you take his hand in yours as the two of you slowly move more to the center.

"I should hope not."

His eyes does not leave yours once, and you revel in his attention.

"I looked for you. After you left, but I didn't know who you were, so I couldn't find you." He confesses as the two of you dance in slow turns, arms linked like old times.

"You did?" You asked suprised and he nods.

"I had to leave back that morning, I didn't know you would come to find me, or else I'd ask to say goodbye first." You assured him.

"I know, but it doesn't matter, we're both here now, all grown up, yet still in our old ways. And you should know that now I have you, you'll never be rid of me ever." You laugh at his words and shook your head.

"Oh you still have your head up your arse is it? Well you would do well to know I don't plan on leaving, We'll be residing here from now on, and you'll be seeing so much of me you'll wish you'd take your words back " You jest, wiggling your eyebrows.

He looks at you with such intensity you feel your heart speed up.

"I would never tire of you."

[chiscribbs]

Asking some artists/writers that I follow:

What is the most recent thing you've written or drawn? Do you like to share sneak peeks of your work, or do you prefer to post finished pieces only?

I do like to share sneak peeks! I mostly do it when I haven't posted in awhile or when I'm looking for feedback on something.

I don't really post them on my tumblr as often as I do discord and some other places, but I think I might start trying to, seeing as I'm more active on here now.

The most recent things I've drawn are almost definitely comp interactions, but I tend to jump around between projects regularly, so here are some other things I've been working on alongside those:

Left photo: some concept art and silhouette testing for the tech suit in Disconnected (one of my other Rise AUs)

Right photo: Some sketches of Amicia De Rune, the MC of a story-driven game called A Plague Tale, which my best friend and I have been playing recently. By which I mean she plays, and I watch and comment, because I'm not much of a gamer LOL

I have been trying my hand at doing more fully rendered pieces, as of late (and actually have one that's almost complete, but has been put on hold since the comp started up), but, well- Sketching and designing is the part of the process that I personally enjoy the most, so it's what I tend to default to more often than not. For the sake of adding a little color to this line-up, though, here's a snippet of the aforementioned "almost complete" piece:

If you know, you know

I hope this answers your questions. :> Thank you for asking, by the way! I genuinely appreciate it. I think just about every artist/writer is delighted whenever somebody shows enough interest in their work to ask them questions about it, so what you're doing will probably make a lot of people's days - mine included. ❤

[ssalballoon]

Whats your art process and what would you reccomend for someone who would like to achieve a style similar to yours? i love this mix of cartoonism and realism. your work is such an inspiration >.<

oh gosh! thank you?! 💞 i'll do my best to explain it, but even I have a difficult time trying to understand my own art process/style because of how inconsistent it is;; (i still have a lot to learn!) this is gonna be a long reply so i'll place it under the cut

process:

I start loose with a more gesture type rough sketch. I mainly just do lineart in the same layer as my sketch and erase away parts I don't like. Sometimes I'll lower the sketch's opacity and on a new layer do my lineart (which is what i did for the drawing above). But regardless doing that loose gesture sketch helps keep my drawing dynamic even as I refine over top of it!

- I duplicate layers A LOT for safekeeping my previous progress, especially if I'm thinking of making a big change (ex. changing limb position)

If I wanna put colors down underneath it I set my lineart to Multiply. For coloring I'm very inconsistent with the process, but recently I've been using a more subjective coloring style, where I pick my own shadows and highlights to try relying less on blending modes (which is gonna be too long to get into here;;) Finally if I feel like it, I make a layer on top of my lineart layer where I render everything

Oh this is something that helps me a lot for colors! I have 2 layers that are a mid-gray tone placed above all my other layers. One I set to the Color mode (to make the drawing black and white), and the other I set to the Luminosity blending mode (to make the drawing's brightness the same..?not sure)

The Color layer helps me check if I have enough contrast in values, and the Luminosity layer helps me check if I have enough contrast in color hue and saturation!

style:

This is really difficult to answer because style encompasses so many different aspects of art, but I'll try to focus my answer on the mix of cartoonism and realism that you mentioned!

I struggled trying to explain what my style is like so I just broke down one of my drawings that exemplifies a lot of my stylizations! Hopefully these can give you some pointers about what I tend to think about when I draw (click for higher quality)

(+to add to this i use a brush with no size pressure, only opacity pressure)

What I recommend for stylizing a realistic character: The way I learned to stylize a more realistic character like this one was to import a reference of his face, then trace over it very deliberately, making sure to stick to big shapes and characterizing details I thought were important to achieve his likeness! Then I'd turn the reference layer off and freehand it over and over, comparing and redrawing until I managed to get the mix of accuracy and stylization I liked!

What I recommend to find a style: I basically ended up with my style subconsciously as an intersection between the things I like to see in art + the things I like to draw! Most of my inspiration comes from anime (😔) and artists online. I'll see a very specific stylization I like in others' art, and try replicating it to see if I like how it fits with my style + if I enjoy drawing it in that way. I did this a lot over the years, accumulating into a big mosaic of inspiration from all the artists whose work I personally enjoy and learn from! I know this isn't exactly answering how to get a style like mine, but I think knowing this general process may help you out in the long run!

ahh i think that's it! i tried to be as comprehensive as i could without being too verbose (my bane). i hope this is the answer you were looking for and that it can help you! 💞 and thank u for the ask! it was a good exercise for myself to analyze my own art