#some of the designs are slightly different now but i cant really fix it

[notsocharmingmagician]

Out of all your AU’s, which is your favorite, and do you have character designs for any of them? Please do tell! - 🎭 Drama Anon 🎭

I don't have destinct designs yet for most of my AUs but here are 6 of the ones I do have!! My favorite design so far has to be Dimentio from my L'Dunks AU since he has a bunch of pretty dresses he wears that are inspired by his canon costume.

[decafbat]

i really like how much depth your art has, do you think you could show how you break down bodies when sketching if that makes sense? it’s something i struggle with a lot in my art! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

ok apologies in advance, this is probably going to be a really long and tangential rant about art that may or may not actually help you in learning how to construct bodies. im just gonna put it under a cut to save everyone from seeing this huge text wall.

i dont think its gonna be possible for you to replicate my methods here, because theyre mostly just really specific shortcuts for finding certain proportions and reference points for anatomy, which i'm fairly versed in, but not as much as i'd like to be. the shortcuts you'll need will be different from mine. im glad you think my art has depth, that is something i am trying to seek very intentionally right now, and i dont think im even close to the depth of form i am actually aiming for. so like. this makes making a tutorial kind of inherently hard. nevertheless, i threw this quick sketch together after like 3 failed attempts. (i was doing those attempts digitally, ended up giving up on that and going back to traditional because its what im most comfortable with rn)

i didnt get all the steps i took to get here because scanning that much would be cumbersome but ill try to explain how i got here. i start with the head almost every time.

i use a lot of symbolic/graphic shapes when drawing heads and dont stick to using forms very often besides the circle at the center of the head, which i use as the base to form these graphic shapes around. think of it like "wrapping" the ball in various textures and masses. the eyes are usually "textured" onto the head, notice how the her left eye looks narrower then her right. of course i try to make sure her bangs sit along the curve of the sphere and her ears look like they sit on opposite sides of the head. its easy to forget that part, making the head look unsymmetrical. the particular masses of leica's head would be her snout, which is just a curve extended slightly outside the diameter of the ball, and her hair, which are two strange organic shapes that are quite hard to draw, two hair sprig anime antennae things (forgive me, i forgot the word for them,) and the back of the head, which i usually need to extend slightly. its a little too extended here, needs more on the top, i fix this in the final pass. this was a quick sketch, so i didnt focus too hard on the forms of the head beyond the most essential ones for her design, but i sometimes highlight the form of cheeks with curved hatching, or try to make the eyes appear more sunken-in as they are on human faces. i dont know how to proportion the neck and torso correctly until i draw the head, so i always do it first. next, i did the torso.

so heres why i said that you probably wont be able to replicate this approach. you do kind of just have to practice anatomy, i cant just make it make sense because im not very good at explaining this stuff, but ill try to go through what i did here. so, i generally use simplified bone shapes to find proportions and reference points, as well as more complicated shapes like those of elbows and knees. i try to study fairly often because im not satisfied with here im at with this stuff yet. of course, i dont think i'll ever be. so i'll usually start with the ribcage, add a shoulderblade out the back to find the shoulder, the armbones come out of that, the bone in the upper arm connects to the ulna with a sort of three-pronged attachment, one big knurl in the middle, which forms the thrust of the elbow, two little ones on the side. i think those are part of the ulna but i dont remember. see, you dont really have to know what exactly they do as long as you know what they look like. the ulna does some goofy rotation shit i dont understand, connects to the wrist, and then we have a hand, which, i mean, im not good enough at hands to even be telling you how to do it, but i just have a big squarish mass and some little hotdog fingers coming out of that. you can see on her left hand that ill have a big circle forming the the area on the hand where the thumb attaches... theres more depth to the hands, i think you can easily find better tutorials then i could offer. anyway, under the ribcage theres the pelvis, represented with a box. ill get into that when i talk about the legs. i wanna briefly talk about the way i add the flesh and fat to the bones.

so, i really can't give a comprehensive crash course on anatomy, but i can point you towards the morpho series, which is where i get most of this stuff from. you can get very far with the volumes Simplified Forms, Fat and Skin, and Skeleton and Bone Reference Points. moving on, i just kind of have a feel for where the masses attach by now. the important thing to remember when drawing fat characters like this is that the fat should "hang" from the bones and flesh, drooping down slightly. leicas fat hangs substantially, so she's not very wide despite her weight. this is important to her character design i feel. i almost always draw characters naked first when doing serious drawings because it will come in handy knowing where the forms of the body are when i add the clothing. by focusing on the way her body looks naked, i can modify the impression of those forms when adding clothes, and when i add them later on in this drawing, leica will take on the distinctive boxy look i try to draw her with.

if you look at the arm, youll see that the place the line of bone sits is very high compared to the whole mass of the arm, the flesh and fat of the arm "hang" from the bone, and then the upper arm squishes against the bent forearm too. even if the anatomy in the arm is indistinct, it can still look convincing when the forms act realistically against one another. the elbow has much less fat connected to it, so its more bony then the rest. this isnt actually consistent on all people so like, think about that kind of thing when designing characters, like i was talking about before, fat can sit in infinite different ways. maybe if i was doing a more objective anatomy lesson i'd draw cath, because i do have a sort of vague understanding of muscle placement that doesnt come through here, but probably would if i was drawing a scrawnier character. let me know if you want that.

a word on the breasts too: they hang a bit lower then you'd expect, keep that in mind. the attachment point is also angled, as the line shows. the line starts roughly in the middle of the torso and ends around the armpit, but the form of the breast can go underneath the armpit or even connect around the fold of fat in the back. many things to think about. i love boob shapes. ok lets finally get on with it and talk about the legs.

so, the really specific shape of the pelvis doesnt matter that much unless youre drawing a really thin character, so its just a box here. out from the sides of the pelvis, extending out more then you'd expect, is the femur, which ends in a similar joint to the arm. this shape helps me figure out the form of the knee. two masses on each side with a bunch of complex and weirdly shaped bones forming the kneecap, which i have omitted because i dont yet know shit enough to include them. i am learning though. so, obviously the feet are just scribbles here because im just gonna put her feet in socks anyway. you really dont have to do more then you have to. a few tips i can offer here, the butt should hang a bit too when drawing fat characters, i think the butt is supposed to start just below the pelvis if i remember, but take that with a grain of salt. i also didnt really do that here but its hard to tell because she's facing mostly forward. again, i dont think i can really communicate what's going on here. morpho has a lot of great drawings explaining the shapes and muscles of the legs, all things i might focus on more when drawing a scrawnier character. for this case, i regrettably don't go too hard on the legs. also i should note that legs would usually be much longer, leica is really short so ive exaggerated the proportions to communicate that. i may change my mind on that front in the future and give her more grounded proportions. the important thing to remember with legs is just getting a nice hierarchy of forms going. bigger thigh going into smaller calf going into smaller foot. it mostly comes automatically now.

i added the clothing, shaped up her head a bit, added a bit of fur. i put her in her classic outfit, just a sweater and jeans. i enjoy the big thick folds that come out of these clothes, and big areas of white space too. its nice. i try my best to form all the folds around the forms of the body i drew earlier. thats one case where i really really have no idea what im doing and could never explain it in words. its just some fun intuitive play with loops and lines. this is at around the stage for a sketch where i'd do inks, or if it was going to be a finished pencil drawing i'd erase out parts piece by piece and replace them with nicer and more defined lines and tones.

i guess that's all i can offer , i hope that halped.

[ganondoodle]

(idk if anyone wants to keep hearing my opinions on totk book stuff but-)

apparently it says that rauru DID have kids, multiple even, which yeah... is kinda necessary for zelda to even be connected to them so much so that sonia can SENSE a blood connection (which, even with all the excuses with magic, is just a little too far for me to suspend my disbelief bc its over, OVER, ten thousand years worth of generations that seperate her from them that one lil touch of the hand can sense that (feels more like an attempt to make you care about them or .. see them as zeldas "better" parents just bc they exchange a few nice words, i never got the feeling they were 'better' parents and its also kinda disrespectful to her actual parents, like sure rhoam wasnt the best but i wouldnt call rauru better just bc he was polite)- i could see maybe the light power of hylia or sth but since its the coolest dude that ever lived rauru now that had it which still doesnt make sense and makes me unreasonably annoyed and she can sense BOTH of their powers in her? nah) the fact theres NOTHING about them in the game itself is just so ... no way they planned any of this

i dont think theres anything they can do or say that wont make be believe they either

are making it up alla 'fix it in post' mentality trying to hastily explain stuff the game never bothers to do to try and appease fans or let it appear as if they thought about it at all

something went really REALLY wrong during development, which kinda seems likely given how the game turned out (im sorry i cannot let go, its not just the writing, the game design too and how little was changed in the map while being so damn expensive, i dont know how people dont feel scammed q_q)

given that they (allegedly) spent the last entire year of development on polish (where??? where????? huh??? like it would make it more understandable (EXCEPT for the price) if there was alot of trouble, which was also bc it got delayed and ... turned out like this, but they dont want to say it, especially given their reputation, with that quote i have heard way too many times 'a delayed game blah blah') i just??

are they just gonna go and do it like they did with kashiwa (kass)? "they uuuh where flying around the whole time ony cool sonau tech maschines, you just dont see or hear from them ooooorrr they were uuuuh out of the country at the time" (sending invitations to other continents to join their glorious kingdom ;) )

(bet they are also gonna say they did all the stuff like ... moving the shrines around (lol?) and lifting the islands up into the sky- which is still weird bc ... didnt they also say they were living in the sky before coming to the surface?? so where?? did they park all their islands on the surface and the mystery kids had the keys so they had to repark them back into the sky after they returned off camera?? xD also why are the islands so different as an environment if they where from the surface? like even the STONE up there is different- and if they were first in the sky then on the surface and the nback in the sky .. why is there not a single yellow tree or grass in the past- you cant really argue that it changed bc they were up there so long bc .. nothing else changed, the suddendly and totally always there sonau buildings are largely in prime condition, only some slightly moldy, and what we see of the glorious past looks barely any different from the present, aside from like ... some standard trees shuffled, no castle yet and that glowy uwu filter DESPITE that stupidly long time frame between it)

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Hello! I found this small but really interesting ask about some comments Alya made in Origins about Adrien that Imthepunchlord answered a long while ago, and I’d love to also hear your thoughts on the points that they and the asker brought up! Please feel free to put your thoughts directly in a reblog if you like the post enough to add to it instead of answering this ask since that would probably be convoluted.

https://imthepunchlord.tumblr.com/post/651542468774526976/i-just-rewatched-origins-and-i-cant-stop

(link to the post in question)

I don't have much to add. @imthepunchlord summed the issue up really well at the end of their post, "what is 'in character' is up for debate most of the time."

These kinds of character analysis questions just aren't possible in Miraculous. The characters are wildly inconsistent, so you're not taking a well crafted story and pointing out how it all flows together. You're taking a slapdash story and twisting yourself into a pretzel to try to make it all make sense. Hard pass. That's why I just focus on the character's core and ignore a lot of the nonsense that canon pulls. It's not that I want to deny canon. It's that you cannot embrace all of canon and write a good story.

However, you all know that I love to play fix it, so let's give Alya some sugar and talk about how you can write her character to make her reactions to Adrien make a little more sense. I don't think that canon has thought her through this much, but this approach really fits her character and I love it! For those who don't want to follow the link to the original ask, we're looking at this bit of dialogue:

Marinette: Okay. I get it. Good job, you three. Very funny. Adrien: No, no, I was just trying to take this off! Marinette: Oh, really? You're friends with Chloé, right? Adrien: Why do people keep saying that? (Marinette huffs; he goes to his seat) Chloé: Now do you see what I mean about respect? Marinette: I know I've seen him somewhere before. (sees images of Gabriel and Adrien Agreste on Alya's cellphone) Of course! He's the son of my fave fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste! Alya: Daddy's boy, teen supermodel, AND Chloé's buddy? Ha! Forget it.

And trying to make sense of how Alya goes from this to being the head of team Adrienette. The obvious answer is that something happens off screen between Origins and the main part of canon, but let's go a little deeper than that.

A lot of people approach Alya as a reporter. A truth seeker. A fact finder. That approach isn't wrong, it may even be how canon wants you to read her, but it's not the approach that I like to take. Whenever I have time to really flesh Alya out, I go a slightly different route.

To me, Alya is a story teller. She wants the stories she tells to be accurate, but she can easily get caught up in a narrative and forget to take a moment to check her facts. A good reporter watching the above exchange would go, "If Adrien is a bully, then why did he protest his innocence? What's the real story? Who can I talk to in order to get the facts?"

A story teller may still do that, but they may also take Chloé's earlier bullying along with Adrien being Chloé's friend and come up with a very believable story about Adrien being "Daddy's boy, teen supermodel, AND Chloé's buddy." It fits the facts that the story teller knows and they don't have a reporter's instinct question everything. They'll only start to question their version of the story once a hard fact pops up that goes against the story.

The reason I like this approach is that Alya is the chosen of Illusions. That's not a great fit for a truth seeker. Illusions is a much better fit for someone who is drawn to stories. A person who values the truth, but who isn't driven by it. A good reporter is driven by truth. A good story teller is driven by the call of a good story.

If we take that approach and look at Alya's actions in Origins, then we see that she had a story in her head and was happy to fit the pieces into that story until Adrien did something that no longer fit the story. That's when the "ask questions, get the real story" instinct kicked in, leading her to discover that she'd misjudged Adrien. It would have been nice to see that happening on screen, but Origins didn't have time for that so we're just left wondering what changed Alya's mind and making up various stories to explain it.

You can also take Origins and use it as the start of an arc where Alya learns to be a better reporter by not jumping to conclusions since she does a lot of jumping to conclusions in season one (and even does it on occasion in later seasons). But you don't need to give every character a strong character arc like that and I enjoy letting Alya be solid as-is. I tend to tone down her jumping to conclusions issues and make her more open to giving things a second look.

This is extra true because Marinette has a pretty clear problem with snap judgments, so I don't want her and Alya to have the same flaw. I want Alya to be more unique in her flaws. It's not that she jumps to conclusions, it's that she's a little too quick to stop asking questions once she has a believable narrative. It's in the same vein as Marinette, but still it's own thing. It's also still a flaw that Alya needs to work on, but in a more nuanced way where it also acts as a strength under the right circumstances such as when she's in the field and needs to come up with illusions on the fly.

I cannot say if this is what canon is trying to do with Alya. The bones of this read are there, but the bones of the reporter read are also there. I just like this read more. It doesn't drastically change Alya, it's just a minor nuance that makes her fit into her place in the story with a little more grace.

[darsycho]

Hey, play the Enigmatic Worlds demo on Steam and thought it was pretty good (was going to type this as a Steam review but curators are the only ones who can currently do that, I also cant really dm you this so... sorry). The gameplay (while confusing at first [I'm blaming that on my stupidity]) was interesting in the sense of it being an FPS with things to collect to summon an exit. I really love the surreal visuals, it gives me Zorch, Dream Emulator, and Yume Nikki vibes. The enemy designs are really bizarre, looking like things you'd find in really obscure DOS games (which I think was actually the whole point)

now I only have two/three minor issues/gripes I have, 1... and 2: I think the maps can be slightly bigger and/or have problems to solve that are more than just mostly shooting cracks with rockets and finding different colored... shape... key... thingy mcbobs (I know this is only the 1st level but still, more things to figure out then just looking for a specific texture to shoot would be cool) (honestly, say this is totally pointless because there will definitely be more in the later levels).

And 2... or 3: the spam click function for the starting gun is kinda... worthless, at least from what I can tell from this demo, holding down mouse1 will shoot projectiles at a decent rate as is, not even mention the fact that it is always accurate and doesn't even take ammo. the only time it could be useful is when you are surrounded, which practically never happened, and if it did ever happen, I'd just use the alt-fire to freeze some of the enemies and try to squeeze through them. a simple way of fixing this is making a basic "one-click" shot consume ammo and make it so that if you run out of ammo, it just gets weaker or slower.

please do take what I'm typing with a not just grain of salt, but an entire 25-pound bag of Morton's table salt, as I am no game developer, Hell, I'm not even that good of a map maker.

I am excited to see what comes from this game and wish you the best of luck and hope to God this isn't going to annoy you

sincerely, some dickwad

yeah the later levels are much larger compared to the demo level, the first level is pretty much meant to be simple, and hmm yea ill mess around with the plasma guns spam click. thanks for the feedback!

(also if you ever wanted to send feedback via steam, the steam discussions are the place to go)

[heavenbarnes]

PLEASE STAND BY: Feel it in the air tonight

Wanda Maximoff x female reader

Warning/Contains: spoilers for “WandaVision”, aspects of mind-control meaning reader isn’t truly consenting, parts of this don’t make sense and are designed to make you feel strange, cheating, oral sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 3.7k

the 80′s are upon us and things are starting to change, are you willing to feel strange for a while? hmm, anyhow, hope you are all still enjoying! x

MASTERLIST

“You boys just keep getting bigger every time I see you,” You cooed, hands going to ruffle the twins hair. “Swear you were just up to my knees last time I saw you both.”

Tommy and Billy both laugh despite the way they wiggled out of your reach, running back to whatever fracas they were causing in the kitchen.

“Kids, you take your eyes off ‘em for a second and suddenly they’re a whole different person!”

Looking to Agnes knowingly, you couldn’t help but nod in agreement as you made your way further into the house. She was making herself right at home in the Vision residence, nose in the cupboards and leaving no space uncovered.

“Is Wanda about?”

“I sure am!” That soft lilt drifted down the staircase and right before you, your smile immediately growing.

Your cheeks prickled in heat as you weren’t sure how to get the next words out. Looking out from under your brows, you shot Wanda a shy little gaze that only said coquettish to her.

“Agnes, would you be so kind as to get the boys to their uh-”

“Their swim lessons?” The neighbor filled in, already rounding up the kids with their things.

“Yes! Thank you!” Wanda gave the boys a kiss each as she walked them to the door. “I owe you big time!”

Agnes turned back over her shoulder as they made their way out. “Not a worries, you gals have fun.”

There was no way she could’ve known, but that little wink she threw you both, it both frightened and excited you. Knowing that she might know what you were getting up to in your day-to-days.

The door shutting broke your swirling thoughts, your mind only going straight to Wanda as she stood before you. Her eyes scanned your face, coming down to take in your outfit, too. You’d only thrown on cycle shorts and a sweater but she was eyeing you up as if you were wearing nothing at all.

She cleared the space between you so quickly, wrapping you up in her touch to press your lips against hers. Steadily walking you backwards, her hands ran the length of your back and up to cup your face, teeth nibbling gently at your lower lip.

“You get even sweeter every time I see you.” Her comment drew a giggle from you, your hands coming to thread through her curls.

She wasted no time with you, backing you towards the dining table and pushing you up onto it. Leaning towards you, her lips continued to move sweetly with your own, her taste and tongue taking over you entirely. You almost missed the way her fingers started at the waist band of your shorts.

Not wasting time with removing your chunky sneakers either, she pulled your bottoms to your ankles and slotted into the space between your legs, kneeling before you. It was all moving so quickly, your heart rate was rising with every touch she left against you.

Fingers gripping your thighs, lips pressing against the soft skin that grew from there, Wanda smiled up at you like the cat who got the cream. Brushing a few stray curls off her forehead, you gave her a smirk laced entirely with longing.

“You are one hot mama, mama.”

She giggled at your funny little ways, she brought her teeth to leave a gentle nip close to the meeting of your thighs. It made you jolt, and the gasp that fell from you tapered off into a moan at the end there.

Moving closer to where you knew you needed her more than anything, Wanda trailed her tongue up and along your slit as your thighs widened around her head. Tipping your own head back, you let a deep sigh drift out into the world as you felt all your muscles loosening.

Your hands dropped from her head to the edge of the table, gripping it under your fingers as her tongue came to your clit. Rolling it around, she began to find a steady movement that made your eyes roll back in your head. As your hips began to rock into her mouth, the heat in your body rose.

Wanda knew you inside and out, like she was able to read your entire being and know what was going to work. Her lips closed around your most sensitive area, suckling gently as she drew the softest and sweetest cries from you.

It always felt right, never felt greedy and never felt naughty, Wanda always made it feel like this is what you worked your whole life for. If you were good and you were kind then maybe one day you’d end up with the most beautiful girl perched between your legs.

Taking one of your hands, you threaded it back into her hair so you could tug just a bit. Doing so earnt a moan from Wanda, one that rumbled through you and ricocheted off all the right spots. Your legs tensed slightly, your hips dipping down to move against her tongue.

She drew it from your wetness back up to your clit, flickering it and pressing it against her lip to create friction. Your breaths were beginning to break like waves, choppy and wild as she took complete control over your body with simple movements of her mouth.

Gripping her tighter, you pulled her in as she sighed contently into you. Still rolling your hips like you needed it, you nearly began to ride her face in absolute bliss. It was bliss, it was heaven and it was all you ever needed in that moment.

“You feel so good, you make me feel so good, Wanda you’re-”

Pulling back from you slightly, she gripped tighter on your thighs.

“Tell me, use your words.”

Going back to her work, you were already working yourself up with every movement of your hips. Chest huffing you only just got the words out.

“Wanda you’re everything.” 

And that was all she needed, the deepest groan left her chest and her mouth only sped up, which launched you very quickly off the edge and caught you in the waves of pleasure.

They washed over you, your hands in her hair and her name on your lips. She let you ride her tongue through the overwhelming pleasure, keeping you under the water until you were entirely washed in the tide of her.

So gentle and so loving, she let you come down and to extend the gesture she pulled your bottoms back up for you. Helping you off the table, she fixed your clothes as you fixed her hair, both giggling to one another.

She kissed your cheek, before you tilted your face so she could find your lips. They closed against one another and as you opened, you could taste the sweetness of yourself lingering there.

“How about some tea?” She mumbled against you, drawing a laugh from you.

“Yes please, hot mama.” 

Gently swatting her behind as she walked past, you both smiled knowingly to one another as Wanda went to the other room.

Leaving you alone in her living room, the nosiness in you drifted you around, picking at things and getting glimpses into the Vision’s lives.

Lifting up a picture, it was lovely, the four of them all grouped together with the brightest of smiles. It reminded you of the photo on your mantle, you couldn’t remember when it was taken but you had always thought it was the most beautiful picture of James-

Cutting your thoughts was a nearly searing pain shooting behind your eyes. It made you lose your grip on the picture, the frame clattering back to the side table. Wanda came back in at the sound, mugs in hand and a look of confusion.

“Is everything okay?”

Your sweater covered your hand slightly as you brought it to your forehead, holding your head gently as the pain began to settle.

“I think so, I just had the worst pain right in my mind, I have no idea where it came from.”

She looked worried, ushering you closer to her as she sat the cups down. “What were you doing when it happened?”

Thinking back, you shut your eyes to take a moment. “I was just admiring your photo, thinking of my one with-”

And it unleashed itself again, the pain radiating so tight across your eyes that you sealed them shut firmly this time. The yelp that escaped your throat was enough to have Wanda really concerned now.

She grasped your hands in her arms and began to walk you. “Something doesn’t seem right, have you been feeling unwell lately?”

Truly, you cant remember. It’d been a strange few days of not remembering your dreams or even what you’d been doing just the other day, so really you weren’t sure. Nevertheless, you were sure it would be fine.

“It’s okay, Wanda, I think I just need to go home.” Pressing your palm to your forehead, the pain was beginning to ease.

“No, I really think you’ll be better if you stay here, you don’t want to be alone.” She was fluffing about now, ushering you to sit on the overstuffed sofa.

“I won’t be alone, James should-”

“Here!” Like her voice ran away on her, it came out a tad sharp. “Here is best for the moment.”

The pain eased even further and suddenly you were overcome with the idea that this was certainly the best place for you to be. Wanda’s hands eased across your shoulders and squeezed gently, further allowing the tension to melt from you.

“There have been the strangest things going on as of late, if everyone would just take it easy for a moment.” Her voice wavered only slightly as she also began to calm herself.

“You’re right, things have been a little strange-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Vision came through the front door with your husband in tow. “Look who I found milling about!”

You could’ve sworn you heard Wanda sigh, and not a tired sigh, it was tinged with annoyance. She let go of your shoulders, allowing you to get up and round the sofa to James. Following you, she gave Vision a quick kiss on the lips, but you missed the way her eyes bored into the back of your head.

If looks could kill you would’ve dropped dead the minute James scooped you up into his arms and laid his lips against yours. So warm and so all consuming, you lent further into him with your hands balled in the lapels of his blazer.

“Wanda, honey, are you feeling alright?” Turning your head at Vision’s voice, it all happened so quickly.

You saw her hands move, the faint red glow, but before you could ask her what on Earth was going on, you felt the ground move beneath your feet.

James slipped from your grasp, suddenly you felt the wool of Vision’s suit in your hands, tall stature dipping slightly to press his lips against yours. One of your hands lifted to slip into the strands of blonde hair, smooth against your touch.

“What, no, no.” You heard Wanda’s voice before the shift started again.

Agnes’ dark curls slipped through your fingers as her lips moved against your own. She pulled you in tighter by your waist, holding you flush against her chest as your other hand fisted her shirt.

“Why can’t I just-”

The pain eased even further and suddenly you were overcome with the idea that this was certainly the best place for you to be. Wanda’s hands eased across your shoulders and squeezed gently, further allowing the tension to melt from you.

“Your hands really are magic, Wanda.” You cooed as your body fell into the warmth of her touch.

The sound of feet bounding down the stairs snapped both your heads towards the noise, happy calls from the boys of “dad’s home dad’s home!”

Followed by the door opening, Vision stepped across the threshold with a smile, enveloping his son’s in a hug before offering both you and his wife a kind grin. As Wanda moved to great her husband, you also followed them to the doorway.

“I think this means I better get dinner on!” You laughed, giving everyone little waves. “Meatloaf to be made!”

Wanda’s face wasn’t sad, maybe just a little tired. She waved you off nonetheless like the rest of her family and said her goodbyes for the night.

-

Wrapping your knuckles against the door, you rocked on your heels as you waited for the joy of your morning. Just seeing Wanda’s smiling face as she opens the door is enough to see you right for the rest of your day. 

Door swinging open and smile already growing on your face, it didn’t so much as drop, it just stalled for a moment.

“Well good morning to me,” Fingers brushed back silver hair and shoulder rested on the doorframe. “Please, tell me this isn’t a dream.”

You quirked a brow before you tilted back a tad, checking you had stepped up to the right house. Sure enough, 2800 looked back at you and you looked back at the young man with a bright grin and cropped sweatshirt.

“Is Wanda home?” You gave him a ginger smile, nervously twiddling your fingers in the hem of your shirt.

Eyes still fixed on you, he lent back further into the house. “Sis, there’s an absolute babe here looking for you!”

Trying your best to ignore the wink he shot you, you let the word sis tick over in your brain. You didn’t think Wanda had ever mentioned a brother to you before, but maybe you’d forgotten, a few things had slipped your mind as of late.

“Let her in, she’s our neighbor!”

You couldn’t miss the way your cheeks heated at that, how she knew who he meant by just that little comment. It made your heart tweak a little, but you had to push it down as Wanda’s brother stepped to the side to let you in.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” You gave him a kind little smile, watching the way he came to rest beside you against the back of the couch.

“I’m Pietro, Wanda’s twin brother.”

“Twin?”

“Twin, fraternal and everything.”

He turned towards you slightly whilst you nodded intently. Your eyes flickered to the stairs, waiting for Wanda to come down, but there didn’t seem to be any sight of her. “And what are you doing in little old Westview?”

You were a little delayed in turning back to him, eyes still fixed waiting on Wanda, but you turned back nonetheless. “Sorry?”

“What brought you here?”

“Oh, uh,” You thought for a moment. “I think it was just the security of the neighborhood.”

Nodding along with you, you could’ve sworn he moved in closer. “Well I might have to park up here too, if the neighbors look like you.”

You could feel the flames rising behind your cheeks, but once against you quashed it down. “You’re very kind.”

“And you’re very pretty.”

Now that was forward, you turned fully this time to look him right in the eye. “Sorry?”

“I mean, I’m sure you know that, you still look the same.”

That comment sort of got lost on you, you were still reeling just a bit from the entire situation. Getting up off the back of the couch, you turned to stand in front of him.

“What are you getting at? What’s your motive?”

His lips quirked into a smile, brow dropped and you knew there was something coming. You didn’t know where this man found all his confidence, but he sure as hell wasn’t taking it easy on you.

But that doesn’t mean you were expecting his next move.

“Come on, give me a kiss.” Pietro’s hands came to gently grasp your wrists, turning you to face him.

“Excuse me! I have a husband.”

“Ah, so it’s not cause you don’t want to it’s cause- wait, who’s your husband?”

Shooting him a look of confusion, you shook your head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“James, we’re married?” Drawing out your words, you came in loud and clear.

Regardless, Pietro still quirked his brow. “No you’re not.”

“Yes we are, we’ve been married for- well I don’t remember but we are.”

“No,” He stressed. “You’re not, I knew Bucky had a crush on you but he hasn’t even asked you out, let alone popped the question.”

And there was that feeling, becoming awfully familiar as it washed over you once again. It was like waking up, except you weren’t in your bed, you were standing in a room that you had no recollection of getting to. To put it simply, you woke up to find you were crawling in your skin.

“Bucky,” Your voice nearly fell apart at the seems. “And I’m-”

“Agent 19,” Pietro filled in your blanks. “You’re a team, never one without the other, yada yada yada.”

That tight feeling in your chest, that wrapping around your heart and tugging the near life out of it, it was so consuming. You looked to him for anything, but he just shrugged his shoulders, eyes traveling to the doorway.

“And what is going here?” You heard her sing song voice before you saw her, he knew she was coming.

This could be your moment, your moment to play the game of “nothing is wrong” and play your upper hand. Every part of you wanted to turn to her with that beaming smile and bat your eyelashes, but the pounding in your chest- the carnal feeling that always existed in you, that was stronger than your reserve.

“I don’t know Wanda!” Spinning on your heel, you faced her dead on. “Why don’t you tell me, seen as you seem to know a damn sight more about my life than I do.”

You’d never seen her look like that before, you’d seen her cast with discontent when something like this had began to fall apart. But this look, she almost seemed to be afraid?

Mouth opening and closing a couple times, Wanda scoffed as she spoke. “Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know!” You felt Pietro grasp your waist as you nearly lunged forward. “I don’t know where anything is coming from, I don’t know where this life came from!”

Wanda shook her head, hands going to her hips to tut at her brother. “Pietro, you’ve upset her.”

That anger that was steadily unraveling inside of you, so coiled up from being held down by smiles and laugh tracks, it nearly drowned you as it all came to the surface.

“Why don’t you ever call me by a name?” 

Your question had caught her off guard, but with easy deflection she clipped a laugh towards it.

“Forgive me for having pet-names.”

“No, tell me what my name is.”

“You know your own name-”

“NO I DON’T!”

For all you thought about her, she’d never seen you like this. Your whole body raised up as it all spilled out of you, untapped rage tumbling from your lips as you willed your eyes not to well with tears.

Wanda somehow found composure, shut her mouth and once again, shook her head in your face. “You’ve lost sight of yourself, this is obviously all too much.”

You saw her hands, the way her fingers poised with palms turned together. If Pietro hadn’t had a hold on you, you weren’t sure what would’ve unleashed from you.

“No, don’t you dare change the scene on me, I am sick and tired of you changing the scene when you get upset,” Crying out, your voice cracked only slightly, despite yourself. “You don’t know what it does to my [CENSORED] brain!”

Hearing the sound fall from your lips, knowing you didn’t make it, you’d never felt pain like that in your life. “And now you’re censoring me?”

Maybe he could feel you move beneath his hands, maybe he could just hear it in your voice, but Pietro pulled you back into himself. “Wanda, sis, you might want to give her a break-”

“What is happening?” Your husband, or your partner, or Bucky- Bucky came in from off stage.

In a strange sort of turn-of-events, Vision trailed in behind him, confusion just as evident across his features. He looked to Wanda, but just as quickly he was looking to you with a hint of question behind his eyes.

Shooting Bucky a look, dead in the eye and as straight as you could, there was a feeling that there was one shot at this. “Bucky, please.”

And that was all it took, you could see the light change in his eyes, the way his features softened but the rest of his body straightened in an instant. You weren’t immune to the way his eyes dropped to Pietro’s grasp on you as he scanned the area.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda threw her hands in the air, once again shaking her head. “Everyone just cool it!”

“My dear, what has been going on? They seem upset.” Vision had that signature lilt, the tone of a man who has began walking on eggshells.

“No, I cannot believe this!” She took a turn, facing you all in an instant. “I will not be told what to do in my own reality!”

The unravel in your chest stopped, and soon you realized you’d given yourself enough rope. “Stop, please just-”

“Come on, give me a kiss.” Pietro’s hands came to gently grasp your wrists, turning you to face him.

“Excuse me! I have a husband.”

"And that’s my cue!” Your man called out as he poked his head through the door and with a chuckle, he began to cross the small space to you both.

“Here he is now,” Your arm looped around his waist as you pulled him close, your eyes both catching in a tight stare. “How nice of you to join us, Bucky.”

-

“I think we’ve done it, I think they’ve made enough headway.”

Regardless of the progress that’d just unfolded, soon those same technicolor bars spread across the screen.

“If they just stay this strong, they stay together then they might just be able to take control of this too.”

Tapping a pen against the screen, those tell-all letters glowed before them.

“PLEASE STAND BY.”

[okskz]

A New Mia.

Mia + Elsy

elsy knows mia is going through a tough time with her break up, so elsy helps her through it by getting mia a little change up.

hope you guys enjoy! please feel free to leave some feedback because it is always appreciated!

[9th Member of Stray Kids]

Mia was laying down. face up as she scrolled through tik tok. She was only on the app to distract herself after going through her photos. It was a stupid idea she did, making her own self upset when seeing all the photos she had of her and Changbin.

And now, the girl didn’t even want to get out of bed. Although she knew she had to, knowing she had rehearsals with Elsy soon. But Mia just wanted to stay in bed all day, with her break up and lashing out on the boys, Mia definitely wasn’t feeling herself lately.

And now the only person she did talk to was Chan. Even though Minho was the cause of it all, she was still upset with the others for joining Minho and his laughter.

There were three knocks on the door before Elsy opened it. “Good morning.” She smiled. “Ready to go?”

Mia groaned just a little as she rubbed her eyes. It caused Elsy to frown as she looked at the younger girl with concern. “Something wrong?” She questioned.

“I just have a lot going on.” Mia admitted. She sat herself up, sighing as she did so. “And it’s making me not even want to go to rehearsals. I just want to stay in bed forever.”

“Mm.” Elsy pouted. The girl knew everything that was going on in Mia’s life and she knew she wasn’t doing too good. Elsy did applaud her for continuing to go forward even thought she was hurting in the inside. Mia always was great at hiding her feelings. And as Mia’s best friend, Elsy knew she had to help Mia out somehow. And the girl began smiling when a couple of ideas popped into her head. “Let’s cancel rehearsals today.”

“What?”

“I said let’s cancel! We basically know everything now. What is cancelling one day going to hurt? We’ll make plans today.”

“What type of plans?” Mia questioned.

Elsy smirked at the girl as she grabbed a piece of Mia’s hair, twirling it in her fingers. “Ever thought about changing up your hairstyle? Maybe adding a fun color to it?”

“Um, well when we debuted I had some red on the bottom and a little after Miroh I had blonde hair.”

“Hmm.” Elsy smiled which only began scaring Mia. The girl knew anything was possible with her around.

***

Spending more than half the day at the hair salon, Mia was finally done fixing up her hair. The hairstylist turned Mia around in the chair to face the mirror and both her and Elsy as well as the hairstylist stared at Mia’s new hair. Elsy’s mouth dropped as she began smiling, and Mia couldn’t stop looking at herself. It was a big change for Mia but she liked it a lot. “What do you think?” The hairstylist questioned, she too was smiling at the younger girl.

Mia nodded her head as she turned her head side to side, staring at the bright pink color that was now on her hair. It was still black on top, not wanting to ruin her roots but then it transition into hot pink for the rest of her hair down, and the stylist also curled it for her. “I love it so much!” Mia exclaimed, looking at Elsy. The older girl began clapping her hands, reaching over to touch Mia’s hair.

“I love it too! You look super cute and it suits you a lot.” Elsy complimented. “Very different, but a very good different.”

“How much is it going to be?” Mia questioned the stylist but she only laughed, grinning at Elsy.

“Don’t worry about it, your friend over here already paid for it.”

Mia turned to look at Elsy who had a huge grin plastered on her face. The older girl shrugged while continuing to smile. “It’s on me, don’t worry. I just hope you love it and want you to be happy.”

“I am-“

“Good.” Elsy said, grabbing onto Mia’s wrist. “Because we have other things to do.”

“Like what?” Mia questioned Elsy once the two girls were out of the salon. She wondered what else Elsy had up her sleeve.

Elsy looked over at Mia, eyeing her up and down while smiling. “Ever thought of a wardrobe change?”

Mia looked down at herself. She wasn’t much of a fashion person, shoes were really the only thing she admired. “Not really.” Mia replied. “But my style is basically street wear.”

“Hm.” Elsy thought. “Is there any designer brands you own?”

“Uh, I have a Gucci shirt that I bought for myself.” Mia smiled, sounding proud of herself. “But that’s kind of it.” She shrugged.

“Okay, well we’re going shopping. And it’s all on me.”

“No, Elsy I cant let you do that.”

“Oh but you will.” Elsy grinned as she began to drag Mia again until they were at a clothing store. Mia didn’t even know where to begin, almost everything was the complete opposite of what she’s comfortable in wearing. But that didn’t mean she didn’t like it.

“You need a dash of Elsy in your style.” The older girl giggled as she skimmed through the clothing in front of her. “Do you like skirts or dresses?”

Mia nodded. “Yeah, but I’m not a fan of them. I’ll only wear them for special occasions.” She laughed. “Also don’t you remember that black dress you got me?”

“Oh yeah!” Elsy exclaimed. “But that one was kind of simple but cute. Something that fits your style. So how about something like this?” Elsy smiled as she took a black shimmery mini skirt. “This is cute! And you’d look great in it.”

“I don’t know-“

“We’re taking it.” Elsy interrupted.

“Wait! What about this one?” Mia suggested, taking out a black leather mini skirt.

Elsy only smiled, taking the skirt from Mia and put it against the other skirt. Mia got the signal that Elsy was going to get both of them for her.

Elsy continued to pick out clothes for Mia even the ones the younger girl disagreed on. Elsy knew Mia was definitely someone who could pull anything off without even knowing.

Mia had her hands full with nothing but shopping bags with a whole bunch of different clothing. From shirts to blouses and crop tops that revealed more skin than what Mia was used to. She even had a bunch of new jean shorts as well as new skirts. And of course, Elsy had to buy her some expensive clothing from a whole bunch of top brands. Overall, it was a pretty successful shopping day for the two and they weren’t even done yet.

“You said you like shoes, what kind? Heels?”

Mia was quick to make a face at the thought of heels. She knew how uncomfortable it was wearing them. The only time she ever did wear them was when they were going on red carpets to award shows. Other than that, she only liked wearing boots that had heels on them.

“I take that as a no.” Elsy laughed. “Do you even own a pair?”

“Like two maybe.”

“Well you’re about to own another one.” Elsy smiled.

“Elsy, I love you and all but I think it’s time you stop spending your money on me. Really, thank you but I have so much stuff now. I think this is enough.” Mia slightly smiled.

“Nonsense!” Elsy exclaimed. “You can never have enough of shopping.”

When Elsy turned to look at Mia, she noticed the girl had stopped walking next to her and was staring at a window of another clothing store. Right when Elsy got next to her and noticed what Mia was staring at, the older girl began smiling. “Like what you see?” She questioned. On display was a short,rose gold, shimmery dress that had a slit on the side.

“Yeah, but-“

Mia was cut short again as Elsy dragged her inside the store. She was quick to grab an employee, telling her that Mia wanted to try on the dress on display. And while Mia was in the dressing room, Elsy had found some cute heels to match with the dress.

“Here.” She said, giving Mia the box of heels. “I want to see you wearing these when trying on the dress.”

Mia had no other choice and grabbed the box from Elsy. And when she was fully done, Mia opened the curtain of the dressing room, causing Elsy’s mouth to drop and her eyes widen. “Oh. My. God.” Elsy gasped.

“You look so pretty!” Elsy squealed, causing Mia to become shy. “How do you feel?”

“Well, it’s very bright than what I normally wear.” Mia chuckled. “But I really love this dress. And I actually really like these heels too.” She said, shaking her foot.

Elsy only smiled. “Good, we’re taking all of this!” She said to the employee.

***

Finally arriving back to Elsy’s, the two girls fell back on Mia’s bed, having all of the shopping bags scattered around the floor. “This was fun.” Elsy laughed. “So much better than rehearsals.”

“It was.” Mia agreed. “But I feel bad that you spent all this money on me.”

“Don’t even stress it. I just wanted you to feel special today. I know you’ve been going through some stuff but I hope I helped you a little to take your mind off of it?”

“And I know these stuff won’t really help the heartache you’re going through but like I said, I wanted today to be all about you and of course adding some Elsy in you.” She chuckled, causing Mia to do the same.

“You’re the best, Elsy. Thank you really, for everything. For being my best friend and even sister. And of course for being there for me when I need someone the most.”

“Aw, Mia!” Elsy cooed. “Honestly, you’re going to look so great in these new outfits and this the new hair of yours adds the touch.”

Mia smirked to herself as she was facing the ceiling. “In a couple of days, everyone’s going to see a new Mia.”

[superemeralds]

OH WOW thank you for answering so fast!! I wanted to ask because in my opinion, Shadow is written kind of... poorly.. at the metal virus arc :c and I love how you characterize Shadow!! I was wondering, if you could, how would you have written him in it?

okay so this got. RAELLY long. it’s under the read more.. hhaaa... get ready for rambles.

before i start on what i would love to see different, here’s a few things that i really liked about his characterization in idw:

shadow being persistent about what he thinks is right, being very straightforward and strict in wanting to execute his ideal

the way he stepped down and let sonic try his way instead of being stubborn because sonic made a very good point. Shadow wants to be fair, and if he of all people deserves a chance, then so should eggman. kind of ties back to maria also, which is a nice nod to have considering it seems like modern writers for sonic usually treat the ending of shth as “ok she never existed to him anyways”

i like that he uses his GUN affiliation to his advantage to do good and help people (even if by rouges account he does it because he doesnt want to deal with zombots)

he has great devotion to make sure the truck is safe and peole get a chance to get out, giving (according to the comics anyways) more than 100% of his power dealing with hundreds if not thousands of zombots alone

I like that there’s a nod to shadow being insecure about his status as ultimate life form, and he is tempted to get infected just to prove to himself he really CANT get sick and he really IS a perfect being. He struggled a lot with the high expectations that were laid upon him, the expectations he’s laying upon himself.

I like how he had a great sense of shock and defeat when he realized that he DID get infected. It’s very true for him to be thrown off by it, get a little careless due to shock. its natural. it’s good.

his “i told you something like this would happen” towards sonic in the beginning of #19 is justified. He hates that he was right, he always is, and he wishes he wasnt. he could’ve prevented this, but its too late now. then later he risks getting infected with the metal virus, and he DOES get infected. He suddenly wasnt right anymore. This sense of irony... it’s probably one of the reasons he has trouble to concentrate on the fight. it’s a nice parallel. IDK if ian intended it to be this deep, but that’s what i read into it.

(i also want to point out that i like that herms gives everyone slightly diverse “skin”-tones. like diverse undertones. im still peeved they are all pretty pale but its hoenstly a nice little nod)

okay so here’s what i think could’ve gone better:

I feel like shadow being the one to drive the truck into the city is a reference to 06, where he is driving around in various vehicles. That in itself is nice, and i think shadow is a person who prefers to do things himself if there’s a lot at stake (which there was a lot of peoples lives) but i also think that he would think of himself as a powerful shield. He would rather be the one overseeing the battlefield insread of being the designated driver. He knows he was created for the frontlines, and he is someone who knows he can survive the front lines. He is not a sacrefice tobe made, he is the one who will make sure that no one else has to sacrefice themselves. Shadow should’ve been on site from the very beginning. Where is the rest of GUN anyways? Those low level humans should make an effort to protect the life on their planet.

Shadow did absolutely NOT use 100% of his pwoer to protect the truck. He could EASILY have done more. He can lift trucks. He could use chaos blast. He could easily have prevented just faling victim to the zombots so easily.

As mentioned above it kind of DOES make sense for him to go down easily due to being infected, but I think this was the wrong time to let him get infected. I think he wouldn’t let his guard down and carelessly touch a zombot. He would not give in to the temptation to test his limits like this if there was not a greater cause. I think he would easily break if someone he cared about (other than sonic) fell victim to the metal virus. This is something that would get him emotional, to get careless. He knows sonic can outrun the virus, but rouge can’t. Amy, Tails, Knuckles, Vector, all of Sonic’s friends can’t outrun the virus. There’s a big chance that he is immune, there’s a slim chance he is not. But even with that slim chance, he knows he could outrun it, just like sonic. Losing someone he cares about to the virus would remind him of his superiority, of how fragile life is and of his responsibility to protect life itself. Any restrait would be gone. He would be driven by guilt and anger at himself, that he could’ve done better, that he HAS to do better. It’s something that spirals him totally out of control. It’s something that would make him want to prove to himself that he has the ability to fix it all. because it’s all his fault.

this is honestly something that is so important. he feels responsible for this, because he did what was right and gave sonic and eggman a chance. In his mind, sometimes the right hting to do is the wrong thing to do, because sometimes only wrong actions get you to the right goal. he is a gray character like that, and i think it’s not shown enough. his regret and guilt don’t surface enough so that anyone who is not as invested in the character would be able to read it out of #19. there’s a lot of stuff going on inside shadow in this issue and its just. not enough time to unpack it all. this whole deal of him getting infected was too rushed. (as mentioned above i wouldve preferred he get infected a little later or under other circumstances)

I think shadow is aware of his responsibility as living weapon to not fall into the hands of the enemy. he has learned what it means to be manipulated, he learned what it means if he was used as a weapon by an enemy of life on earth. he does NOT want to be used as an object of destruction ever again. He would RUN. even if hesitant, but his emotions would make him excell even in that. he would make sure he’d run faster than sonic. he’s want to make sure that he’d give 110% and cure himself, something sonic couldn’t do.

the way he would go down in my mind is him excerting himself. He would absolutely reject help. he would prefer to not have any contact with anyone at all. For one because he feels guilty and he doesn’t want to deal with that emotionally, also because he doesn’t want anyone to see him in this state of weakness. He absolutely would loathe the idea of anyone being able to see him go down and surrender to the enemy. He would absolutely exhaust his entire energy reservoir building barricades and being the sole and only front line protecting evacuation efforts from a distance, to make sure that they have enough buffer to escape, should he fail.

shadow is someone  who is rash and has a tendency to boast his strength, but he also is someone who tries to consider any and all possibilities, no matter how painful they are to admit to his pride. he will shove them to the back of his mind, but they are still there. and if it COMES to those scenarios, he will have a plan for them. only if unpredictable things happen, or things that shake him emotionally, he would lose grip.

also in all those talks abt things shaking him emotionally, i dont mean that other people who arent his friends are not important to him, its just that friendship has a bigger impact on people. i think that should be pretty obvious, but since people like to misinterpret shadow id like to make sure people understand that i think that shadow values all and every life on the planet. he griefs over random deaths as much as his friends, it’s just that it hits more personal. mostly because he thinks... of himself as someone who always protects, but never has to be protected.

shadows relationship with himself is complicated. he thinks very low of himself. he pretty much hates himself. but that is because he thinks oh so highly of himself. he is perfect, ultimate, unbeatable, unstoppable, immortal, immune.... he expects all this of himself... even though he knows that it’s not true. it’s the one thing that he knows of himself. The one thing he feels that he could maybe achieve if he tried hard enough, and of course he is never trying hard enough; and at the same time he is trying so hard. He gives 300% and yet he still feels like he halfasses everything and he still feels like he could do better. On the outside he presents it with his strict edgy persona, that looks down on everyone. but really he feels so small. most of all towards sonic. sonic is so so tall compared to shadow (pun intended).

he looks up to sonic so much, because he always manages to go out of hisway to do what is right. even if it meant risk, even if it meant weakness. Sonic, the guy that easily could just get killed and hurt and not recover. the funny jokes dude that never thinks more than a single step ahead. This boy is out there risking his life for the life of this planet on the front lines and he shows not a single care about his own safety, always putting everyone else before him. shadow envies him. he really really does. thats why he values his opinoin. thats why he listens to him and even steps back from his OWN ideals, something he would do for only VERY few people, because of course shadow is always right. this is referenced in various sonic games (sa2 most of all,shth,sth) and in sonic x (yea its not canon but like. They Really Got His Character).

ADDING SOME RAMBLING AFTER ISSUE #33 RELEASED

[illfoandillfie]

Countdown To Christmas

Pairing: Lucy Boynton x Reader x Gwilym Lee

Summery: When Gwilym reveals he has no plans for Christmas Day, you and Lucy invite him to spend it with you.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), Christmas themed girlfriend fluff, orgasm denial/edging, threesome (obv.), dom/sub/dom dynamic, oral sex (m and f receiving), spanking, sex toys - vibrator and strap-on, a teeny tiny bit of cumplay

Words: 9020 (jesus)

A/N: This is my secret santa gift for @laedymoon​ for @dtfrogertaylor​ ‘s Thank God It’s Christmas event! El, I got very excited when I found out I was going to be writing for you! You are my tumblr daughter/wife and I love you so much. I had a lot of fun writing this (I really don’t write either Gwil or Lucy enough) and I really hope you enjoy it!! 

Taglist:  @laedymoon​  @dtfrogertaylor​   @ezmina98​  @vee-ndetta​ @atomic-watermelon​ @kellypenac​ @labessieisallama​ @deakyclicks​ @jennyggggrrr​ @drowseoftaylor​  @hannafuckingsucks​  @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming​ @queenmylovely​ @supersonicfreddie​

THREE DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

Normally you didn’t leave gift buying so late but this year things just seemed to have slipped away from you. To be fair, a lot of the big things you’d already bought. Your parents were taken care of, and Lucy. And besides, you didn’t really mind heading into the city so close to Christmas. It made you feel festive, especially as the sun faded and the strings of lights decorating each street and shopfront came to life. Aside from the crowds of people hurrying to finish their shopping, it was quite lovely. Light snowfall, a line of kids waiting to get their photo taken with Father Christmas, a choir huddled together singing carols. It just made you more excited for the actual day. You shook your head and squeezed Lucy’s hand as you tried to remind yourself that you weren’t there for the festive ambience, you had things to do.

Together you and Lucy entered Harrods, heading straight for their Christmas display. You were mostly looking for smaller items, fun and maybe a little gimmicky, for the friends you were likely to see over the holiday season and your neighbours, a thank you for collecting your mail while you and Lucy had been away earlier in the year. “D’you think Pam and Harry would like a cookbook?” you asked Lucy as you browsed one of the tables of “Gifts For Her” the store had laid out. “I don’t think they’re that big into cooking. What about this cocktail set? See it’s got a shaker and a couple of flavours,” “Isn’t Harry a teetotaller?” “Oh, shit you’re right, okay forget that. Maybe a puzzle?” Lucy laughed as she pulled the suggestion out of thin air, giving you a look that plainly said Lord I don’t know. You were about to suggest searching in a different part of the store, hoping something would leap out at you as the perfect gift, when a voice caught your attention. “Lucy? Y/N?” “Gwil!” Lucy smiled as the tall, bearded man came over, “Fancy running into you here.” “Finishing your shopping?” “Yeah” you said, “thankfully almost done. What about you?” “I’ve been given a slight reprieve this year. Not doing the whole big family thing we had planned.” “Oh no, what happened?” “Oh it’s not that bad Luce. My parents decided they wanted to spend the holidays somewhere warmer so they’re on a cruise in the pacific right now. And then my brother’s family have all come down with some sort of cold or flu or something, so we’ve all decided to save our festivities until new year's. It’s great though, means I haven’t had to rush buying presents or anything, only looking for something for my niece and nephew now.” “So you’ll be alone on Christmas? Why don’t you come over to ours instead?” “I couldn’t intrude like that,” “Don’t be daft, not intruding if we invited you,” Lucy laughed, “Seriously, it’s just going to be me and Y/N all day. We’re going to my parents for Boxing Day lunch but other than that it’s just the two of us and we’ve already bought more food than we could possibly get through on our own.” “You really don’t mind?” “Of course not Gwil! You’re practically family anyway. We’d have invited Ben too but Y/N spoke to him last week and he’s already got plans.” “Alright, you’ve twisted my arm, I’ll be there.”

You chatted to Gwilym for a little longer before he left you to wander around in search of suitable presents once more. Both you and Lucy agreed you should get him something too, although, distracted by other people’s gifts and a little worn out from having to navigate the crowds, it ended up slipping your mind. It wasn’t until you were at home, sitting on your living room floor wrapping your haul that you realised. “Hey what happened to that book about the Welsh rugby team? The one we were going to give Gwil?” you asked as you finished writing on the gift tag of the present you’d just wrapped. “I thought we decided he’d already read it and left it behind.” You looked over at the small Christmas shrine you’d created. With only the two of you, and your house being more cosy than spacious, you’d decided not to worry about the whole big tree thing. Instead you’d bought a kitschy fiber-optic tree that was small enough to sit on a little table and surrounded it with tinsel, a few cards you’d received and a candle that smelt like Christmas pudding. There was enough space under the table to stack the few presents you’d be opening come Christmas morning. Each of you had two to open, something naughty and something nice, a decision you’d made as soon as you realised you’d not be seeing anyone else all day. “We have to get him something.” “Okay but I’m not going back into the city two days out from Christmas. It’ll be mad and everything’ll be sold out.” “Well what do you suggest then Luce?” She furrowed her brow as she thought for a moment and then she looked at you. “I know that look Lucy, whatever your idea is it’s dangerous.” “Not dangerous. Risky maybe.” “Spit it out then,” “What if we gave him a threesome?” You laughed but stopped when you realised she wasn’t, “Bullshit, you’re not serious are you?” “Well I’m sure he’d like it. Isn’t it every guy’s dream to have a threesome with two girls?” “I wasn’t saying he wouldn’t like it. Just didn’t expect that to be your first idea. You really thought threesome before you thought of the weird little shop up the road?” “That shop wouldn’t have anything Gwil liked, it’s all incense and crystals and hippie stuff. And you have to admit it’s a hot idea. He’s hot. Can’t say I haven’t thought about it before and I know you have too.” “Okay true I have.” “Good, so we’re doing it?” You considered for a moment, “Fuck it why not. It would be the best type of present since it’ll be as fun for us as it is for him. So then how to we give it to him? Like just blurt it out when he arrives or, a piece of paper that says redeem for one free threesome or something?” you laughed and shook your head at the slightly ridiculous turn the conversation had taken. “What about a little coupon book? Then we can give him some other things too in case he doesn’t actually want a threesome. Wait here,” Lucy pushed herself to her feet and ran off down the hall. You listened, bemused, as she opened and closed cupboards, rifling through them and pulling various things free, only returning when her arms were full. She dropped back to the floor next to you and laid everything out. Scissors, a stapler, a stack of paper, coloured pens. “Love, your artsy farsty, you wanna design a cover for the coupons? And then maybe write some things out in nice lettering?” Lucy pushed the pens towards you with her toes as she began mocking up a template to use as a size reference. You plugged your phone into some speakers and shuffled your Christmas playlist, both of you singing along as you set to work creating Gwilym’s present. By the time you were done you had a very cute little book of coupons, suitably decorated with festive colours and a little bit of glitter you’d remembered you had. Inside were ten coupons ranging from One Free Hug to One Free Threesome. You stood up and stretched as Lucy wrapped it and added it to the pile under your little tree.

TWO DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

Lucy had splodges of batter over her shirt, a mishap with the electric mixer, and flour smudged across her nose and cheek, entirely your doing. She’d got you back, a smear of brown sugar over your forehead though you rubbed it in and thanked her for the exfoliant. Her attempts to act unimpressed, making a big show of rolling her eyes and telling you to get back to work, were admirable but the giggle gave her away. The kitchen itself wasn’t faring much better, splatters of butter and flour and sugar littering the bench and a few spots of the batter that covered Lucy’s shirt also decorating the walls. It was a shame really since you’d spent most of the day cleaning, intending on having the place spotless for when Gwilym arrived. “Is it meant to be that sticky?” Lucy asked over the Christmas playlist you’d once again put on, trying to compare the recipe on her phone to the concoction currently sitting in a blob on the bench, “I thought it was supposed to be firmer?” “Maybe it’ll fix itself as you knead it,” you shrugged, “just put down some extra flour.” “Maybe Gwil will bring some store bought gingerbread with him and save us from ourselves,” “It’s not that bad, look,” you grabbed an extra handful of flour, scattering it over the dough and bench, coating your palms in the remnants. Lucy took a step back, “those come no where near me Y/N, I swear,” You held your white palms up to her innocently before taking to the dough, pushing and pulling it until it began to form a smooth ball which you placed on the beeswax wrap Lucy laid out, “see, nothing to worry about.” “S’pose we’ll find out for sure in half an hour when we roll it out.” She took the wrapped up dough from your hand and placed it in the fridge, “Siri, set a timer for thirty minutes.” While her back was turned you began tidying up the sack of dirty dishes, collecting a little of the mixture that still clung to the edge of the bowl on your thumb, “You don’t have to wait that long,” “Wasn't it half an hour? I’m sure that’s what the recipe said.” As Lucy turned eyes on her phone, trying to find the right part of the recipe, you caught her, sliding your thumb across her bottom lip and spreading the sticky batter there. She looked shocked for a minute before her tongue darted out to taste it, “okay, that’s really good,” a grin spread out across her face as she took a step towards you, and then another, and another, backing you up against the bench. One of her hands fell to your waist as the other cupped your cheek and she brought her lips to yours. You hummed, sucking some of the sweet spiced mixture off her lip. “What do you think?” “Yeah we nailed it,” “Mmhmm, good,” Lucy reached behind you, running her finger along the side of the bowl, collecting more of the leftovers. Slowly she slipped the finger between your lips, biting her own as she watched you suck it clean.

By the time the alarm went off Lucy was sitting on the clean part of the bench, your hands resting on her thighs as you made out. The rude beeping blasted through the jazzy rendition of White Christmas, and your moment, making you spring apart in surprise. Lucy, face flushed and demeanour flustered, giggled as she reached to turn off the alarm, “effective way of killing time,” “Could keep killing time, perhaps in the bedroom,” you trailed your finger over her thigh as you spoke. “But the dough’s ready, we can roll it out now.” “The dough will still be there in a couple of hours.” Lucy raised an eyebrow. “An hour? Half an hour? Fifteen minutes?” “C’mon,” she slipped off the bench, “grab the cutters, would you?” “Not even fifteen minutes?” you waited but Lucy didn’t say anything, “Fine, s’pose baking is almost as fun,” You turned to dig around in the draw for the cutters Lucy had bought. You managed to find them as Lucy lay out more flour and picked up the rolling pin, two cutters shaped like men, one like a Christmas tree and one like a heart. Together you pressed them out and lay them out on the baking trays, occasionally sneaking bits of the raw dough into your mouths. “They look really good,” Lucy said as she placed the last one on the tray. “They’ll look even better when they’re cooked,” “Ha ha ha. Just for that you can stick them in the oven and keep an eye on them while I go have a shower.” “Sure you wouldn’t rather I join you?” you traced your fingers lightly along her shoulder, hooking them under the strap of her bra. Without warning you pulled the strap away from her and let it go, making her squeal as it snapped back against her skin. “You’re a shocker, Y/N.” “You’re the one who put her fingers in my mouth so really I think this is on you.” “Just don’t let them burn.”

For a few minutes you stayed in the kitchen, scrolling through your Instagram feed, liking a few friends' posts about their own holiday activities, as you absentmindedly hummed along to the music. But that got old fast. Figuring you’d smell the biscuits burning if anything went wrong you left the timer ticking in the kitchen and headed out to the lounge room. The Christmas shrine caught your eye. Surely it wouldn’t matter if you had a little peek. Not even a peek, just a rattle. Just to see if you could guess what Lucy had got you. It wasn’t like you were going to unwrap it early, just play a little guessing game with yourself. You tiptoed a few steps closer to the bathroom door, listening to make sure the water was still running and then, having decided the coast was clear, you scurried back towards the tree. Carefully picking up the smaller of the two gifts baring your name, you examined the tag. A red dot. The naughty present. It was in a box, that much you could tell, but it didn’t help you narrow it down much. The size of the box didn’t really give anything away either. It was just an average sized box that could hold any number of naughty items. You gave it an experimental shake. And then, when you didn’t hear anything move, another shake, harder than the first. Still nothing. Perhaps that meant it was made from a soft material, or perhaps Lucy knew you’d try to figure out what she got you and intentionally packaged it so as to limit its movement. Either way, there were too many possibilities for you to work out what it was, so you put it back and reached for the nice present. “And what are you doing?” Lucy’s voice startled you. “Just rearranging, making sure the pile was steady.” “Sure, that’s believable.” “Oh come on Luce,” you turned around on your knees, “not like I was doing anything bad,” “Trying to work out what I got you for Christmas isn’t bad?” “No, it’s not. I’d say it’s perfectly reasonable.” “Well I’d say it’s impatient. Little bit bratty,” You bit your lip, your breath hitching with the word. You knew what bratty meant. “But you’ve been a little impatient all day haven’t you. Wanting to get me into bed before we finished baking. So maybe you need to learn how to wait. And you can start by waiting for me on the bed. No clothes and no touching.” You made to stand up but Lucy just tutted at you. “Didn’t say you could walk, you know how much I like looking at your bum.” With an eyeroll you dropped back to your knees and began crawling towards the bedroom door.

Lucy made you wait for fifteen whole minutes before she followed you into the bedroom. “Luce, what the hell took you so long?” you asked, leaning against the headboard. It had taken every ounce of self-control you had to not touch yourself and you were already feeling antsy, ready for more. “Had to pull the biscuits out since you decided to misbehave before they were done,” she crossed the room, heading towards your cupboard and dug around inside for a moment. When she turned around she held a vibrator in her hand, “And you’re learning a lesson about patience, lucky I didn’t make you wait even longer.” You groaned, suspecting where things were headed. Lucy just chuckled as she moved towards the bed, dropping the vibrator onto the sheets as she kneeled beside you and pushed your legs open. Slowly she ran a finger through your folds, “Already wet for me. Good girl. You ready?” “Yes,” your voice sounded airier than normal, even to your own ears. With one hand she tugged on your hair, making you tilt your head back so she could capture your lips, continuing the kisses from earlier. Her other hand remained between your legs, fingers dragging through the slick and spreading it over and around your clit. You whined at the contact, hoping that if you sounded enticing enough Lucy might forget her plans to punish you. It didn’t work. Her fingers pressed against you firmly, drawing you closer and closer to the edge, leaving you panting against her lips, and whining when she pulled her hand away. “Patience, my love.” “You’ve got that look again. I’m not going to get off tonight, am I?” “Clever girl. Don’t think you’ll be getting off before Christmas Day.” “Lucy,” you whined, but she just laughed, leaning back to remove her own shirt. “Weren’t you wearing a bra before? Distinctly remember snapping the shoulder strap.” “Couldn’t be bothered after the shower. Figured you were going to take it off anyway but then of course I found you being so naughty,” Once more her fingers found your clit, “and my plans changed.” You could feel the familiar tingle creeping up, your hips shifting automatically in an attempt to find more friction. Christmas Day suddenly seemed an age away and you weren’t sure you could wait that long. Perhaps if you distracted Lucy enough, she wouldn’t realise how close you were getting, and you’d be able to steal an orgasm. Licking your lips, you directed your attention to her chest, dragging your tongue along one of her breasts before sucking her nipple into your mouth. Her fingers faltered for a split second and her breath hitched but she didn’t stop. Christmas music floated from the kitchen where it was still playing, but neither of you were in any frame of mind to think about changing the playlist. The sound was punctured by your muffled moan as Lucy pulled you towards the edge, followed by a soft squeak from Lucy herself, as you reach up to tweak one nipple, and drew circles with your tongue round the other. For a moment you thought your plan had worked, that Lucy was distracted enough, but then she pulled her hand away, making you whine and release her breast. “Awww, baby thought she’d get what she wanted?” Lucy mocked, taking your chin in hand. “Maybe,” “Baby was wrong,” she let go of your chin, tapping your cheek twice, “Think we’ll do one more for now.” Before you could say anything in return Lucy had picked up the vibrator and pressed it to your clit. You hissed as she turned it on low, your clit on the verge of being sensitive. It took less time for you to reach the edge again, a combination of the vibrator’s stimulation and how much you’d already endured. She waited until the last possible moment before she pulled the vibrator away, leaving you panting the word please as you tried to grind against thin air. “You’re done, for the moment at least. Might give you a few more before I let you go to sleep,” as she spoke Lucy stood and kicked off her pants and underwear, “But now it’s my turn. Here, hold this.” You took the vibrator from her, tempted to quickly use it on yourself, consequences be damned. Instead you waited. “Oh, good girl. You’re learning,” “Does that get me a reward?” Lucy laughed, “Bold. But yes, alright. It’s not the reward you want though, just a kiss,” she tapped your leg, indicating you should close them, and straddled your waist. You let her pull your arm into position, so the vibrator pressed against her pussy, and turned it on. She hummed as it came to life and brought her lips to yours. Each moan and whine she made was swallowed by you, the kiss only getting deeper and sloppier as she rocked her hips against the buzzing machine. It was close enough to your own skin that you could feel it’s pulsing, but nowhere near close enough to give you any real pleasure. Instead you had to be content with Lucy’s fingernails digging into your shoulder, her teeth scraping over your lip, her legs beginning to tremble as she hovered over you. Her lips parted from yours as she repeated the word yes over and over, her breaths gasped in between, culminating in a long moan as she hit her climax, shuddering through it. “Oh god,” she whined, grabbing your wrist to push the vibrator away. You turned it off as her head fell to your shoulder, still panting as she came down from her high. “You sure you don’t want to watch me cum like that?” “Positive,” she giggled into your shoulder. “Damn.” “Come on, we should get up, gotta finish tidying the kitchen and then I think it’s cheesy Christmas movie time.”

ONE DAY UNTIL CHRISTMAS

You weren’t entirely sure if the morning started off good or bad. On one hand, you woke up with Lucy’s fingers sliding through your slick folds. On the other, she edged you twice, resolutely sticking to her plan to keep you denied until Christmas. You considered that morning to be when she broke you. Of course, you’d played with denial before but for the most part it only lasted however long it took for Lucy to cum two or three times and then she’d take pity on you. The most you’d done was one day and that wasn’t even by design, just an accident while you’d been staying with your parents for a weekend. So the previous evening it had all seemed like a game, a joke even. Surely she was stringing you along. You’d not worried if you came across as bratty, confident that by the time you were hoping into bed she’d give in. Now though, after she’d sent you to sleep with another edge and then woken you up with two more…perhaps she was serious. You were rapidly losing confidence that it would end on Christmas Day, half convinced she was having too much fun to actually let you cum ever again. The idea that she was going to keep you wet and desperate for days rather than hours was scary and overwhelmingly erotic. Knowing that no matter how many times you asked, no matter if you got down on your knees and begged for it, she wasn’t going to give in, only made the need grow. When she was satisfied with the way you whined please she lay down and spread her own legs, telling you it was time you repaid her generosity. “Could have edged you more, kept going until you were so sensitive you were begging me to stop. But I didn’t. So how about you show me some gratitude,” Perhaps it was because a part of you hoped good behaviour would earn you a shorter punishment, or perhaps you just wanted something to take your mind off the way your clit was throbbing, but either way you were laying between her legs within seconds, without so much as a muttered comment about unfairness.  

Despite the uncertain beginnings, Christmas Eve went well. The morning was spent decorating the gingerbread you’d made the previous day, a process just as sticky as the actual biscuit dough had been, especially since there was a small mishap with the red food colouring that left a stain on the benchtop. But eventually you had a decent selection of coloured icings set out in piping bags as well as decorative sprinkles and the like. You and Lucy let your artistic sides take over as you gave the gingerbread men faces and buttons and sometimes hats or scarves. Silver and gold balls adorned the trees like little baubles and Lucy used the sprinkles on a few of the hearts to spell out yours, Gwilym’s and her own initials. When you were done you carefully packed most of them away into a Tupperware box to keep them safe, though you picked out a few of the funnier looking ones to snack on while you watched another cheesy movie.

Halfway through the movie the phone rang. “I’ll get it,” you said, pushing yourself off the couch. Lucy’s hand had been wandering higher and higher up your thigh for the last few minutes and you had already begun to feel the heat in your cheeks rising. The phone call was a good excuse to calm down a little before she could have you begging again. “Hello?” you said into the receiver. “Y/N? Hi, it’s Gwilym.” “Oh! Gwil, hi! You’re not calling to cancel tomorrow are you?” you turned to lean against the wall as you spoke, watching Lucy as she watched you. “No, no, the opposite actually. Wanted to make sure you’re still okay to have me,” You held back a giggle at the unintentional double entendre although you gave Lucy a look, pumping your eyebrows, “of course we’re okay to have you,” “Excellent, really looking forward to it,” “So are we. It’s going to be fun,” Lucy laughed, and you had to cover the receiver so Gwilym wouldn’t hear you struggling not to join her. “I should have asked this when I saw you the other day but do you want me to bring anything?” “Oh um, I think we’re all good for lunch. We’ve got turkey and a few different sides. Plus a Christmas Pudding and we’ve just finished decorating some gingerbread biscuits. If you want you could bring another bottle of wine or two, or maybe some mince pies, but if you can’t be bothered don’t worry about it.” “Wine and pies, think I can handle that.” “Seriously, only if it’s no trouble. We’ve probably got way too much food and drink as is and you will definitely be leaving with some leftovers.” “What’s Christmas without plenty of leftovers? I’ll be happy to take as much as you want to part with, anything if it means I don’t have to cook or go grocery shopping for a few more days.” You did laugh at that. “Anyway, I should let you get back to whatever you were doing,” “Watching Christmas movies,” “I caught Love Actually on TV Last night, still holds up.” “So did we! Absolute classic,” Gwilym’s laugh crackled through the receiver, “Definitely a classic. Oh! Almost forgot, what time do you want me there?” “How about elevenish? Should give us time for a pre-lunch drink.” “Sounds great. Thanks again for inviting me, I’ll see you tomorrow,” “It’s our pleasure! See you then,” you hung up the phone and turned back to the couch, “Gwil just wanted to know if he should bring anything.” “Yeah I gathered,” You dropped back into your seat and Lucy’s hand went straight back to where it had been before you answered the phone, as if there was a magnet pulling her towards your thigh.

By the time the credits were rolling you’d lost track of which movie you’d been watching, too preoccupied with how badly you wanted to cum. “Please Lucy, please.” “Stop asking, it’s not going to happen.” “Can you at least fuck me properly? Keep edging me, I’ll be good and I won’t complain, but I need you to do more than rub my clit, please.” “You want me to finger you hard and fast? Or maybe you want to be fucked with my stap? Wanna feel me deep in your pretty little pussy? “Yes, please,” “You’re really desperate, aren’t you?” she sounded almost surprised by the turn of events. All you could do was nod your agreement, “C’mon Luce, please? You’ll have so much fun and I promise I’ll behave,” Lucy giggled, “I’m already having fun just knowing what a whiny little slut you’ve turned into. And as much as I’d enjoy fucking you, I’m not going to. I want Gwil to see how pathetic you are right now. Besides, you’re way too close and I don’t want to risk you going over.” You whined and let your head hit the back of the couch as Lucy laughed.

CHRISTMAS DAY

You woke before Lucy did, grogginess gone the second you realised what day it was. A glance at the clock told you it was just after 9.00. Carefully you slipped out of bed, pausing when Lucy made a snuffling sound, holding your breath as she snuggled deeper into the warm covers. Careful to skip the squeaky floorboard outside your bedroom door, you tiptoed from the room, thankful you’d had the foresight to slip a pair of socks on as you changed into your pyjamas the night before. As quietly as you could you made your way to the kitchen where the speaker was still set up and grabbed it. Then, just as quietly, you made your way back to the bedroom. With one eye on Lucy’s peaceful figure you set the speaker down and turned the volume up high. You were ready to run the second you hit play on the Christmas playlist, an entirely too loud rendition of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer suddenly filling the room. Lucy damn near screamed in shock, yelling your name as she sprang out of bed and chased you from the room. “Y/N you bitch! I’m so going to get you for that!” You were cackling as she chased you through the house into the living room, stopping with your arms outstretched when you ran out of escape routes. “Wait wait wait,” you said hurridly, almost needing to yell to be heard over the music. “Better say something good or I’m going to have to end you,” “I love you?” Lucy lunged forward and you took a step back, hitting the arm of the couch. On most days you would have been able to duck under her arms and continue running through the house but not today. Today your knees gave way as they hit the arm sending you toppling backwards onto the cushions. Before you could even think to roll off the couch Lucy took the opportunity the universe presented her with and climbed onto your lap, effectively pinning you down. You squealed as she began tickling you. “Luce, god stop, I’m gonna pee my pants,” “You deserve it! That was so mean!” “Bu- ah! - But I’ll ruin the couch,” She stopped suddenly, “Fair point,” You were still panting as you grinned up at her, “Merry Christmas, by the way,” “Merry Christmas,” She said, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “You gonna let me up?” “Okay but you have to make tea,” “Sure, as long as I can go pee first. I was not joking about that.”

You were just bringing the tea out of the kitchen when Lucy, having turned down the music and brought the speakers out to the living room, called out to you from where she sat on the floor, “Hey, we should open our naughty presents before Gwil gets here,” “Ooo yes, definitely. Here, take this,” you handed her mug down to her, followed by your own mug, “you want some gingerbread?” “A heart please,” “So picky,” you shook your head but collected the requested biscuit anyway. When you returned and took your own seat Lucy handed you the box you’d examined two days previously. You pulled out the gift you’d wrapped for Lucy from the small pile and handed it over. Together you unwrapped your presents, wrapping paper flying as you tore into yours though Lucy was a little more careful. Your gift was a set of silky-smooth lingerie in Egyptian Blue. “Do you like it? I thought the colour would match your eyes,” You ran your fingers over the floaty babydoll, “It’s gorgeous, I love it,” Lucy broke out smiling as she finished unwrapping her own gift, “Well this is interesting,” she began pulling items out of the hamper you’d created, “A candle. Didn’t know you were interested in wax play.” “Not what I had in mind. Mostly just a mood setting thing, but I s’pose your idea could be interesting.” “What else have we got, hot rocks, massage oil,” “Actually, it’s a massage oil slash lube that heats as you rub it in.” “So this is for a sexy massage then,” “Mmmhmm. That’s also why there’s a bullet vibrator is in there.” “Does this mean I can expect you to treat me to a massage sometime?” “Absolutely. I’d say let’s do it right now if Gwil wasn’t coming over.” “Definitely don’t want to be interrupted,” Lucy leaned over to kiss you, “Thank you, it’s lovely and I can’t wait to try some of this stuff out. Maybe I’ll keep you denied until you show me how it all works.”

When Gwilym arrived the presents were safely shut away in the cupboard in your bedroom, the turkey was cooking, and you were on your second lemon, lime and bitters. You opened the door to find him wearing a dorky Christmas sweater and carrying two bottles of wine, a box of Mr Kipling’s Mince Pies, and two packages wrapped up in paper decorated with snowflakes. “Hello hello. Merry Christmas” Gwilym kissed you on the cheek, a few flakes of snow clinging to his beard. “Merry Christmas to you too! Let me take those off you,” you took the wine and led Gwilym through the house to the kitchen, “Can I get you a drink? We’ve got all sorts, bitters, gin, whisky, a bit of champers, some mulled wine going on the stove,” “I’ll start with some of the wine if that’s alright,” “Work your way up to the strong stuff?” “Precisely. Lucy, Merry Christmas,” “And to you Gwil,” she said as he dropped a kiss to her cheek too. “Where can I stick these?” “Presents? Gwil you didn’t have to,” “Oh hush, it’s Christmas, as if I wasn’t going to.” “Fair enough, well, I’ll take the pies, add them to the rest of our goodies. If you take the presents out to the living room, you’ll see where a couple already are. Give me a second to grab a drink and I’ll be out.”

You handed Gwilym his drink and led him out to the small tree, both of you taking a seat as you chatted. Before long Lucy joined you, drink in one hand, box of gingerbread biscuits in the other. As soon as she was seated you got stuck into the presents, torn wrapping paper and excited exclamations flying. The larger present from Lucy that you’d been caught trying to peek at turned out to be a new record player, and the one of Gwilym was a fancy notebook and fountain pen. Lucy loved the vintage hand mirror and set of blush and highlighters you got her, almost spilling your drink as she tackled you with a grateful kiss when she realised it was the mirror she’d seen in an antique store and regretted not buying. She’d gone back for it a week later and found it had been sold. “God I am so glad you finally know!” you laughed as she sat back down and examined it, “You kept going on about it but I’d already bought it and hidden it and I had to stop myself from laughing or spilling the secret every time you brought it up.” Gwilym bought her a book about fashion and style in the 1960s which, while it didn’t elicit quite the same response, was enough to earn him a bright smile and a tight hug. Finally, there was one present left. “That’s yours Gwil, from both of us,” Gwilym wasted no time in unwrapping it, dropping the paper to the ground as he looked at the cover, “Coupons?” “Look inside,” Your stomach felt tight with nerves and you glanced over at Lucy who was subtly shredding a scrap of wrapping paper. With a curious glance at both you and Lucy he began flicking through the pages, “One free hug, nice, a free meal. Do I have to use that to get lunch today?” “No, we’ll give you today free anyway, but you can come back and cash that in any time you like.” “Cheers,” he laughed and kept flicking though. You knew he’d reached the last page by how wide his eyes went. “Does this mean what I think it means?” “If you think it means Lucy and I are inviting you to sleep with us both then yes it does. Do you like it?” “Yes, Christ yes. Do I have to spend it today or is it like the meal one where I’m guaranteed a threesome because it’s Christmas?” “No, that one has to be cashed in I’m sorry.” “Then I’d like to cash it in now, please.” “Right now? You only have one, you sure you want to use it so soon?” Lucy asked. “Positive.” “Don’t want to save it for later tonight,” “Surely we’ll be too full and tipsy to move later,” “Good point.” “So, um,” he seemed a little unsure of how to progress, “how is this going to work?” “Just like sex normally does but there’s an extra person?” “More meant what are your limits and that sort of stuff, Luce” “Yeah I know, was pulling your leg.” She looked over at you as she spoke, “I mean, I think we’re both fine with most things. Nothing too BDSM-y or whatever but Y/N does tend to run more submissive.” You nodded, “Yeah, uh, I guess I like being told what to do, called names, stuff like that. My safeword is red just so you know, not that I think we’ll need it but, better safe than sorry.” Gwil nodded, “And,” his cheeks seemed a little more flushed than before, “this feels kinda weird to talk about but, how….uh, how involved do you want me to be?” “It’s your present Gwil, so as involved as you like.” Lucy seemed a lot more comfortable with the discussion, “ If you’d prefer to watch us that’s cool or if you wanted to fuck us both we’re into that too.” “Okay then, sounds good to me,” “Y/N, love, why don’t you go change into the thing you unwrapped this morning and wait for us in the bedroom. Got some other stuff I want to talk to Gwil about.” With a grin and a racing heart you scurried off to do just that, able to hear Gwil quietly asking what thing?

When you heard the doorknob turn you stood up, the soft material of the baby doll floating around the top of your thigh as you moved. “That’s pretty,” Gwilym said softly, stepping closer to you as Lucy followed him into the room and shut the door behind her, “suits you. Lucy’s got good taste.” “She told you she bought it for me?” “She told me a few interesting things. Like how you’re an impatient little brat who had to be put on denial to be taught a lesson.” Gone was the slightly uncomfortable Gwil from your discussion, now he was all confidence and control. It was a marked difference that made you clench your thighs together. “Oh, that,” “Yes, Gwil knows all about how I’ve been edging you for days now and how pathetically wet it’s made you. I also told him he now gets to choose if and when you cum today.” “What?” you were aghast. With Lucy you’d been maybe eighty-five percent sure she would be true to her word but with Gwil you had no idea what to expect. “That’s right. So you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” “Yes,” you nodded emphatically to show how much you meant it making both Lucy and Gwilym laugh. “I told you she was desperate.” “Desperate enough to suck my cock?” Gwilym had spoken more to Lucy than you but you dropped to your knees all the same, beyond caring how eager you appeared or how much they’d mock you for it. “Christ,” Gwilym muttered under his breath and then, addressing you, “When was the last time you sucked dick?” “Umm, depends. I’ve sucked on Lucy’s strap a couple of times but the last time I did it with a real dick was before me and Luce got together, so over a year. But I got good feedback from him.” “You okay to do it now?” “Sure. Just like riding a bike….probably.” Gwilym laughed and waved his hand in a go on motion. From the corner of your eye you saw Lucy take a seat on the end of the bed, watching. You shuffled forwards on your knees until Gwilym was in easy reach, eyes trained on his belt as you undid it and then his zip. As you pushed his pants down his long legs, he pulled his sweater off over his head. “Thank god. Not sure I could have blown you properly while I was looking at Rudolf’s googly eyes.” “Sure you could have. Because if you don’t impress me you don’t cum. How’s that for incentive?” You almost whimpered as you pushed his underwear down, eyes going wide at what you were met with. He was bigger than you’d been expecting, certainly longer than you were used to. You started slow, grasping the base of his cock, and pumping your fist over him a few times before you began kitten licking around the head as you let instinct take over. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest, and took a deep breath, exhaling in a long stream, the air wafting over Gwilym’s cock. He hummed as you wrapped your lips around him, one hand dropping to rest on top of your head as you adjusted to the feeling. You began bobbing your head, slowly taking more of him in your mouth, stroking what you couldn’t reach. “Good girl,” he said, almost breathless, “look so good on your knees, eyes up.” You shifted your gaze to his face, and hollowed your cheeks, a soft groan his response. Being able to see and hear how much he was enjoying it made you feel bolder so you took him deeper still. You gagged. A string of saliva broke and dangled from your lip as you pulled back, gasping for air. “Sorry, you’re bigger than Lucy’s.” “Don’t apologise. I’m not expecting you to deepthroat me or anything like that.” “Am I doing good?” “Better than good, Y/N,” he groaned as you dragged your tongue down his length and then back up, sinking down onto him once more, “Feel incredible. And Lucy’s having fun too. She must like seeing you being a good little cock whore because she’s touching herself right now.” You whined around him and felt his hand tighten in your hair for a second. “She looks so hot like that. Pulled the top of her dress down so she can squeeze her tits, the skirt all bunched up around her waist. That’s it, just like that.” You tried to take him deeper again, squeezing your thumb in your fist and doing everything in your power to supress your gags. “Jesus, gonna make me cum so-“ he broke off with a gasp as you fondled his balls with your free hand, “oh fuck, soon, gonna cum soon.” Lucy moaned from where she was sat on the bed, as if to prove Gwilym had been speaking the truth about her. You squeezed your thighs together as best you could, needing any friction you could get as your own moan broke free. His fingers once again tightened in your hair, his hips bucking forward slightly with the stimulation, making you gag again. “Sorry, I’m-” he moaned as you picked up the pace, bobbing faster, “god, just like that. Y-you gonna be good and swal-low for me?” “You didn’t bother responding, just squeezed his balls a little as you sucked on his tip.” “Fuck, I’m cumming,” he groaned just before he released his load into your mouth. You kept sucking, making sure to get every drop before you let him go, sitting back on your heels as you caught your breath. “Show me,” You stuck out your tongue, earning his praise when he saw it was clean.

“What should we do with her next Luce?” Gwilym asked, towering over you. “Only seems fair that you get to watch her eat me out,” “That does sound fun. Alright, slut, up on the bed.” You hurried into place, kneeling before Lucy, waiting for her to lie back and get comfortable. She pulled you into a kiss for a moment, tongue sliding along your lip and then into your mouth. Gwilym quickly stepped out of his pants which had been pooled around his ankles and pulled off his shirt, settling himself at the end of the bed behind you. “Lie down,” Lucy said softly in your ear. It wasn’t what you expected but you were too far gone to argue. When you were settled Lucy quickly shimmied out of her dress and swung her leg over you, hovering over your mouth facing Gwilym. “Show us what a good slut you are, Y/N.” Your wrapped your hands around her thighs as she lowered herself onto your mouth, dragging your tongue along her pussy before latching onto her clit. For a moment they let you be, Lucy moaning as you slid your tongue into her entrance and she rocked her hips against you, but then you felt a light touch on your hips which made you squirm. Gwilym slowly dragged your underwear down your legs. “You weren’t joking about how wet she is, were you Luce,” he said, holding your underwear up so she could see the wet patch you’d left. The next thing you felt was his hands pushing your legs open and then his beard scratching against your skin as he lowered his lips to the inside of your thighs, sucking marks that made you whine. “Don’t cum,” he warned you before his mouth finally met your throbbing core. In that moment you were suddenly glad you had Lucy to focus on, sure you wouldn’t have lasted long without the distraction. Each time Gwilym made you moan Lucy was sure to moan too, grinding herself onto you with abandon. You let go of Lucy’s thigh, moving your fingers to her core, pumping them into her as best you could. “Wait Gwil, s-stop or she’ll go over,” Lucy said, tugging on his hair to pull him away from you. He retreated, once again giving his attention to your thighs as you whined in frustration. When you’d sufficiently calmed down Lucy gave the word, and he focused back in on your cunt, adding two of his long fingers to the mix. He avoided your clit for the most part, occasionally nudging it with his nose to keep you on your toes. You could feel Lucy’s legs beginning to tremble and tightened your grip, pulling your fingers free as you focused on her clit, her moans getting louder with each passing second. Gwilym left you again, shifting onto his knees as Lucy caught his attention. You could hear him talking to her softly, encouraging her to let go. She shuddered as she came, riding it out as Gwilym held her up. Finally she climbed off you, leaving you panting and squirming, trying to get Gwilym to finish you off.

“Don’t you look so pretty like this,” he said softly, stroking himself slowly, “you ready to be fucked, pretty girl?” “Please,” “Not yet. Don’t know if you’ve done enough to earn it yet.” “You could fuck me,” Lucy said, eyes glinting mischievously. “No, please, please, I need it. I need one of you to fuck me.” Both of them laughed as you sat up, still begging. “What if I fucked Lucy and made you watch and then we went and had lunch. What if we left you like this all day?” “That’s not fair,” you whined, “please, it’s Christmas, it’s a time for giving, please give me your cocks.” “Well,” Lucy said through a laugh, “can’t deny her logic. Alright, love, up on your hands and knees. Gwil’s gonna play with you while I get set up. The second you were in place Gwilym sunk three fingers into you, “There you go you needy slut, finally getting what you want.” He pushed his fingers into you a few time before he replaced them with his cock, making you mewl and fall forward on your arms. He held your hips tight as you adjusted to him but as soon as you indicated you were alright he began fucking into you, laying a few spanks to your arse just because he could. “You’re close already aren’t you?” “Yes, fuck, so close,” you whined, the days of denial catching up with you. “Cum for me then,” he dropped his fingers to your clit, which was all you needed to finally fall over the edge, crying out as you did. “God such a tight cunt,” he panted as you clenched around him. Yet he didn’t stop. Just held you tighter as he continued to pound you roughly. Barely recovered from your first, you could already feel the beginnings of a second orgasm starting to build in your gut. You gasped as another spank landed on you, surprised by it because Gwilym’s hands hadn’t moved. Lucy chuckled at your reaction and did it again. “Give me a go, Gwil,” His thrusts slowed and then he pulled out, shuffling to the side so Lucy could kneel behind you. “Turn over, love,” she said softly, tapping your thigh. You were happy to collapse on your back, sure your legs would have given out as soon as you came again. If you came again. God you hoped they’d let you cum again. Lucy leaned over to kiss you as she lined the dildo up and sank into you. “Good girl, taking both of us so well,” You whined at the change of position, Lucy leaning down to tug at your nipple with her teeth. Suddenly she let you go, gasping as Gwilym sank into her from behind. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust and then, when he was sure she was fine, he thrust harshly into her, pushing her deeper into you. There was nothing you could do but hold your legs up and moan, able to see Gwilym, holding Lucy’s hips and grunting as he ploughed into her. The sight only turned you on more, every one of his movements hitting you through Lucy, the feeling in your stomach only getting stronger. “Can I cum?” you panted, tugging on Lucy’s hair out of a need to do something with your hands. “Ho-hold it. Fuck Gwil just like that,” You whined, watching as Lucy’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. You used your grip on her hair to tilt her head, attaching your lips to her neck. “Yes, yes, yes, god don’t stop,” her eyes slipped shut. It didn’t take much more before she was moaning through her release, Gwilym grunting as he held back his own. As soon as he slipped out of her, he kneeled beside you. “Fuck her Luce.” His hand came down on her arse, jolting her into moving, “dirty slut wants to cum again.” “Please,” you whined as Lucy found her rhythm again. Gwilym snaked one hand between you and Lucy, rubbing your clit, “Cum for us Y/N,” You obeyed, thanking him through your moans. Lucy’s fingers were digging into your thighs as you rode out your orgasm, Gwil’s fingers still on your clit, until you became too sensitive and had to push him away. “Doesn’t she look so good right now Gwil?” Lucy asked as she carefully pulled out, “Leaking onto the sheets, face still covered in my cum. So fucking messy.” “Mmm, makes me wanna add to the mess.” Before you could register what he meant he was kneeling in front of your face, pulling your head up. Lucy moved behind you, holding you in place as he tapped his leaking tip onto your lips. You hummed as you were pushed down his length, Lucy controlling your pace, as you pressed your tongue to the underside of his cock, a few gags escaping, tears running down your cheeks. It didn’t take long, Gwilym’s groans getting longer as he got closer. He pushed you off him at the last moment, stroking himself until white ropes painted your tits. “Fuck you look like a such a mess,” “A hot mess though,” Lucy said, trailing her fingers through the splatters on your chest. She sucked them into her own mouth, swirling her tongue around her digits. When she was satisfied that they’d been thoroughly cleaned she leaned over you and kissed you again, a sticky white string connecting you when she pulled away. “Fuck,” Gwilym lay beside you, propping himself up on one elbow, eyes glued to your lips, the space Lucy had just inhabited, “Might be the best Christmas present I’ve ever got. Certainly the best I’m likely to get this year.” “Good,” Lucy said, standing and beginning to undo the strap around her waist, “I’m glad you liked it.” “Me too,” you smiled over at him, “It was fun.” “A lot of fun,” Lucy laughed, “Maybe we could be persuaded to give you another round later, after lunch. It is Christmas after all, and what’s Christmas if not a time to be generous?”

[smutav]

Behind the scenes

Part ( 1 - 2 - 3 - here )

oh boy the characters!! Part 4!! the final one for the good at being bad collab assets We’re mostly going to focus on the building of the vagabond since with his hair he just has more bits to him ((if youve seen my character building streams this might be familiar))

so this is the buildup of the base sketches ((his face is still there the facepaint is on the overlay layer so it blocks it out mostly))

also here’s his shirt design w the original sketch without anything blocking it

there still tends to be slight differences when the build gets finished

granted I cant go in depth on all his bits since theres a lot

but since his bangs are chunky i had to build him an actual hairlins which is the first time i did this

((ignore that he got crooked I wound up playing while thinking of what i should focus on))

so normally i have hair layers on top of the base head but since its a tight bound ponytail I just have the back of the hair and then the green cuts out of the skull oh!! and its controlled by deformers

so the bottom moves where the hairline is and the top one can adjust the zone thats cut

now i’ve done a few jackets, mad kings whole upper body toppings are wild I dont even know if i fully get how it works anymore like here let me show you a spoiler of a thing im working on currently ((08/16/2020)) 

he going to be holding things this is VERY rough. so you see that arm?? thats half detached??

thats because of this motherfucker “oh tav why is it red?” well you see its disabled “well why would you do that is that the problem” oh ho ho,,,

if its on HE DONT HAVE AN UPPER ARM now why,,, why would that be?? well the collar cuts the sleeve right?? i guess?? i dont know why??

so this whole thing ((even tho most of it isnt visible)) is cutting the sleeve but verily!! we just need to make it so then it cuts from AFTER the collar is being cut

so thats the entire jacket,,, 

ah yes progress. honestly i’ll probably have some solution for this specific scenario and have this animation posted by the time this part comes out which is why i included the date.

so we’ve got a bunch of confusing cutters and such in the jackets and back to vagabond

his jacket is split left and right, the collar is a separate piece but they can both be effected by the same deformer ((which is something i learned from the fish

so the collar moves with the jacket woo!! an incredible win!!and if the top one stays straight normally it doesnt mess with lining up with the back collar too bad

this is our full lineup though

((yeah vagabonds posed from me playing shush)) now GAVINS arms i think are a bit long?? but its hard to tell because THE BOY DONT GOT LEGS

also i tried a similar collar trick, this cutter cuts the shirt but also can move the collar

with mixed results ((really i think if i add some deformers specifically for the tips of the collar but gavin will only deserve touch ups like this when he gets legs

also under the hood he has the same hairline cutter

and his bangs are in three parts for floof control also he’s the first character i rigged with an actual nose

and his shirt is very lumpy but its separate because its supposed to be tucked into his pants and those’ll be able to sit over. I set him up with like the intention of if need be i can give him legs

now Rimmy tim is very interesting since,,, ive rigged him before

there are some differences right off the back like colours and uh, fahc rimmy tims sunglasses are gradiented side to side?? I straight up forgot how to fix that and now i remember so maybe it’ll be added to the fix list

And tiny tim has the same style of jacket as mad king ((see that was a totally relevant tangent)) and big rims got the same style as vagabond

there used to be some fixes i needed to do with tiny tims hat but I actually went through a lot of my notes before moving because i had to start fresh with my stickies

the main issue is since tiny tim’s got just *the smallest* legs his boots cut into bending his leg too far and thats why im not sure i can use him as much its very limited mobility altho aesthetically those booooots *sob*

Thanks for reading this through though, its been fun to break down my processes and if you’d like to see more I could probably do breakdowns on some other projects/rigs in the future so let me know!!

now here’s the bonus i teased in the props part, originally i was intending to release this as a bonus context but i never got past the sketch stage

I had trouble figuring out a style for fahc since i hadnt drawn them much before so i doodled up a jeremy and rimmy tim filling the duffelbags im going to toss it under the cut because its slightly nsfw

yeah they got bags of dildos ((well over the legal limit)) it was needed for the plan of course this is a fahc heist after all

[autumn-foxfire]

A couple of disjointed notes on jjk designs

Along with female characters having you know personalities, motivations and arcs they also have very nice and non sexualized designs. Like its been so long since i saw so many female characters non of which felt like they were dressed up a certain way for the audiences sake. Like we got so many! We got five known girls out of just students so far and they all have varied designs in the way they wear their uniform and all of them seem to speak more about their personal sense of style and aesthetics rather than being made with horny teenage boy in mind. Like Maki has the shortest dress but she never once feels sexualized in it, its really great.

N like i didnt fully expect this because i remember watching the first ep and seeing yujis classmate get groped by a curse n sitting there like ah :) anime. But i think this was something that was on its way out of geges artstyle even then (with exception of meimeis brand new almost tit shot but meimei already makes me uber uncomfy so thats not out of line considering we barely see anything). Like in the prequel we also see a woman get groped by a curse n maki isnt wearing her hhh whats the english word stockings? So her legs are more bare but even then we dont ever see like anything we arent supposed to even tho she like does splits n stuff, mad impressive. So that leaves to me an impression that even back then Gege was hhh about this sort of stuff n maybe did it here or there cuz 'this is how shonen is done' but fortunatly decided to completely drop it by the time Nobara joined the team n honestly mad props cuz its rare that a manga makes me feel so comfortable about liking female characters, like off the top of my head id name nozaki kun n ouran and have beastars balance on that line sorta, its just so rare, especially in anime. N as a woman its so much easier to relate and love the female cast when they arent constantly being presented as blow up sex dolls. Its just really refreshing n really good n god bless geges soul for putting miwa in a suit to joy of every lesbian ever bls give her a scythe next BLS.

On a slightly different note, Momos anime design....YIKES. Like i think the anime so far did a p good job with colors, as far as im aware they changed toges color scheme p much entierly n he looks great, yuji has this dusty pink that looks real nice n maki has this dark green that looks very good. Miwa is sitting on a line for me tbh like she looks ok but i do think her hair color should have been idk like a little less pure blue? Little less saturated? Idk art lingo, but for me shes sitting on a line of 'she looks ok but ciuld have been better'. Like its weird in the op she looks nicer, the lighting gives her hair this silver-whitey feel that works very well for her but then in the anime her hair is just a tad bit too bright blue for me, still digestible tho.

Momo in my humble opinion looks like a disaster n im not just saying that cuz for some reason i thought her hair was sorta dusty pink like yujis. Like her hair is just so...bright. its this weird lemoney yellow that is such an eyesore n distracts me whenever i see a group photo, likw my eyes immidietly fly to her she sticks out like a sore thumb between everyone else with more natural looking/ better made unnstural colors. Like maybe if they went with a darker or more natural looking blonde??? Idk. Her hair is very bright n her face is the sort of pinkish pale n the two colors together seem to at the same time clash n melt into each other where at the same time the outline between her face n hair doesnt seem clear n they both just scream at you. Ill probably get used to it as the anime goes on but rn the prevailing feeling is '...is it too late to fix that?'

Oh also gojos eyes have been bothering me less so i think i got used to them after all, but mad props to both gege n the mappa (it botheres me more in anime cuz also color) to be able to convey a feeling of an ultimate top of the chain predator through eyes alone like SKILL. i think they also bother me cuz without his blindfold gojo just looks like a completely different character to me like if you showed me the two pics of him before i watched/read jjk i would probs say those are brothers not the same person. In conclusion im basically like a baby who starts crying when her dad shaves off his beared cuz she cant recognize him anymore.

That ends my notes on design for now

XD Lucy, I’m so glad you’ve fallen in love with JJK like I have. 

It’s a really interesting manga and I can’t wait for the anime to animate everying we’ve seen from the manga so far (it’ll hurt so good T-T). I especially love the girls designs because they just feel so much more... natural, then most female designs you get in anime. They feel like girls (also, can I just say how much I love how excited Nobara was to get a tracksuit of all things. It’s not something you really see in manga/anime and yet a girl that gets excited over comfy clothes is so much real to me XD).

I have similar feelings about Miwa’s hair. It’s way too bright in comparison to the rest of the anime designs, they should have dimmed it or something, she just stands out in a way that she shouldn’t have (though I do admit that I like the colour of blue... I’m so conflicted). And I don’t really mind Momo’s hair too much though I do think it could have been better colour of blonde (JJK using bright colours even though it’s such a heart-breaking anime T-T).

Gege and Mappa really did do a great job though T-T

[tobacconist]

intense and powerful dreams last night

there were a number of plots happening and im not quite sure where one ends and the other begins

as far as i can remember, it started with me and my dog on the train going to some kind of ‘hunting camp’ like it was some kind of dog training place with a huge forest and we were all put into groups and we were hunting deer or something. i cant remember. at some point i got separated from the rest of the groups and so me and my dog (and i also remember vividly there was a bluejay or similar bird in my ‘party’) decided to jus go alone

then i was in town with my old friend mia. we walked out of some kind of shop/room and in the corridor there were 2 black women at a stall selling, like, handicrafts n stuff. they were dressed hippyish and seemed to be lovers. we talked for a long time, one of the girls was really funny and kept telling jokes n doing slight of hand tricks n stuff. i bought a really nice beaded bracelet and also a wooden box with domino designs on it. we were jus chatting with them for a long time. i looked in the box at one point and it had various compartments in it with different kinds of incense and a huge fat nug of weed. i said ‘is that what i think it is!? you cant sell that lmao!’ and the girl jus winked at me and said something like ‘we arent gonna tell anyone, are you?’ eventually we had to go and i asked them if they had a website or somewhere to contact them online since they seemed like really cool people; they said they didnt. i said ‘ah, well, i guess its up to fate if we meet again’ just as i was leaving the other girl said we could go to their flat because they were having a party or something i was about to agree, but then remembered i had given up smoking for lent and would probably end up giving in. they understood and we left (fuck! i wish i hadnt! dont fink dream spliffs count lol)

then me and mia walked outside into town centre, and there were people running around panicked. it seemed like there was a flood coming or something, like the river had burst its banks. i turned to mia and said ‘where is the highest ground?’ and she pointed in some direction and started running towards it i was confused because the water seemed to be coming from that direction and getting worse the further we went, but i presumed she would know better than me eventually when we got so far up the ground was dry. we kept continuing in that direction we were walking through a wide corridor of like, some kind of disused industrial building. the floor and walls all concrete with either orange tarp or plastic overhead for a roof. we werent running now we were just walking and talking then i looked up and saw a bluejay in a nest squawking loudly at us as we walked under it like it was protecting its eggs i cant remember anymore of this part of the dream

then i was at home, and my mum was shouting at me and my dad (basically weve been doing a lot of housework lately but weve all been a bit lazy about it) i said like ‘you have no right to shout at us because we have been trying and... no im not going to say that’ and she said ‘go on, say it’ and so i did and said how the rooms shes supposed to be fixing are in a worse state than our ones etc etc then she started to cry and i felt reeeeally bad. i apologised to her and then hugged for a long time. i cant remember the rest

then i was back in the forest. this part is really hazy, all i remember is that there were wolves in the forest (this theme was in my dream a few nights ago too) and i remember watching in the distance the bluejay getting stalked by them (it wasnt/couldnt fly for some reason and the wolves were slowly closing in around it. it would like; start at them and they would retreat slightly then start closing in again and it was clear it was getting exhausted) and i felt like i couldnt do anything. i heard some kind of disembodied millitary voice say summat like ‘private bluejay down’ or something. a lot more happened after this but i dont remember

throughout all of the dreams after the one with the black women i was wearing the bracelet; and it seemed like i half knew i was dreaming before because i kept marvelling to myself about how i still had the bracelet (as if that part was a dream i woke up from but somehow still had the bracelet)

the bluejay seems to be a recurring symbol, not sure why because i havent been thinking about them lately or anything. i looked it up and apparently they symbolise ‘long lasting friendships and relationships’ which makes sense; mia was my best friend all throughout primary school and highschool. havent seen her or met up with her in person in ages though

[eva-michael-white]

EVALUATION:

To begin with, my research was very varied, i tried to explore as many techniques and processes that i could. I focused on traditional handcrafts and textile processes, exploring the technique and their role in history and society. I really enjoyed learning new skills, and i’ve since thought of lots of ways i can use them outside of this project in my own life. I also did more print experimentation, i got some vintage relief plates in amsterdam that i really enjoyed playing around with-especially the peice in which i incorporated cross stitch. Two artists that particularly really inspired me are Yinka Shonibare and Tilleke Shwartz- both these artists take traditional and historical things and distort them and use them in unconventional ways. Shonibare’s victorian dresses remade with african wax fabric are so incredibly striking they really inspired me, the bold colours and prints used in a style that typically did not use print or pattern very often is such a wild contrast it really stuck with me throughout the project. Shwartz’s embroidery is also sonething that i thought about quite alot throughout, embroidery and cross stitch are so often these pretty floral designs even now that Shwartz’s very different approach really stands out as unique.

My project evolved from this idea of historical techniques and processes into historical dress, heavily inspired by my visits to the Victoria & Albert museum and various museums in Amsterdam. I chose to work from a historical period amd try and make it historically accurate in construction because i really wanted to better my construction skills and forcing myself to make fitted garments with so many details and different aspects to them really showed yet sttengthened all of my weak points. My construction skills have gotten so much better, i understand alot more about not only how clothing works but also history. I think this project has also really made me step up my attention to detail, my hand sewing has gotten so much better and all those times when i’ve gone back to redo something that wasnt quite right has really payed off.

I think i’ve really fulfilled my statement of intent: i really enjoyed learning all new skills for the workshops, i got lots of primary research, i did far more planning and sketching and mathst than i’d ever done previously. Two areas where i didnt fullfill my plan as much was to use more printmaking (although this was because of the pandemic) and using unusual materials. I think if i were to do it again i would have experimented more woth this, using plastic or metal perhaps.

I have achieved what i set out to do, creating structurally accurate historical garments whilst exploring print and pattern as well as fabric manipulation and handcrafts, learning new techniques, learming new methods, refining my skills and learning more about construction and how garments work. I do think i could have planned my time better, although i for the most part did stick to my time plan the extra day here or there to finish up a garment meant i didnt have enough time to make the final bodice which i am quite dissapointed about as it meant i didnt have a complete set. If i had more time or didnt have a pandemic i would have changed my designs quite alot, i was thinking of designing and printing all of my fabrics for the outerwear but since i was printing at home with limited materials and space that meant it wasnt possible. I also wouldve liked to make my other designs, based off animals, plants, and the sea. This would have taken too much time, so also wasnt really an option. I also would have photographed my final outcomes alot better if i could have, it was really hard to do it all by myself hauling lamps around and positionong my phons on an ironing board. Its a bit dissapointing because you cant see all the detail and quality of finish in the photos, once i’m able i’m going to organise a proper photoshoot with some friends.

I am really glad i chose to do this, because these construction skills and understanding will be very useful next year at university where i will be studying costume. Also my exploration into historical dress has really inspired me, and i feel i have a much better understanding of different eras of dress and fashions i didnt understand previously. The working at home has also helped me to think about how i work when im not at college, although not being on campus didnt affect me a great deal because i had all my fabric and materials, i have my own sewing machine, i have my own space to work in, it did make my think about how i manage my time personally and how i approach my own projects. Working at home does definitely have its drawbacks, especially in lockdown, since my laptop, room light, and sewing machine light all broke around the same time and i havent been able to get them fixed which has been slightly inconvenient to say the least.

To conclude, i’m really happy with what i’ve achieved and i’m proud of myself and the work i’ve produced being stuck in my house woth broken lights and limited space. The quality of work i’ve produced has been the best i’ve ever done, my attention to detail and patience with finishing is the best its ever been, and i’ve learnt so much on this project i’m incredibly glad to have done it.

All work is my own or properly sourced.

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Forgotten Alliance Ch. 25

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x OC with other parings mentioned throughout.

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Canon Typical things

Author’s Note: As a reminder, FA can be found on ffnet up to chapter 42. I am uploading chapters here on tumblr for convenience. I decided against tagging this until new chapters are posted. If you would like to be tagged please let me know! Chapters are queued and will be posted randomly. Chapter from here on out are not aligned with any episodes.  Enjoy

"You're back."

"I'm back."

"And now she is in the house." Kol said with a slightly scared look. "If he happens to give you a tour of the house, just remember it is still a house filled with vampires." He shook his head and started for the stairs.

"Nice to see you too, Kol." Elizabeth said shaking her head with a smile.

"It is nice to see you Lizzy." He said looking over his shoulder before disappearing upstairs.

"Ignore him," Rebekah said with a smile as she walked over and gave Elizabeth a hug. "Now if you excuse me, I am going to take my niece and smother her in love."

Elizabeth laughed and watched as Rebekah picked up Hope and took off into another room with her. When she turned to look at Elijah, he had been standing right in front of her now. She smiled up at him. "I didn't think I'd get to visit you again."

He ran his hand through her hair as he smiled down at her. "Neither did I." He admitted. 

After she had left the first time, Elijah had believed that they wouldn't get another visit from Elizabeth or Hope. They had accidentally found their way into this dream world with no real explanation as to how they had been able to. He and Freya had sat in the garden afterwards racking their brains as to how it was even possible. They had expected to be the only ones allowed into this world. There was no idea of knowing if the next time Hope and Elizabeth had tried to enter, if it would work at all the thoughts of not being able to have visitors, there she was standing in front of him. Just as the first time, he didn't believe that she was standing there in front of him. But being able to feel her emotions was proof enough that she was in fact that they had found a way back into the dream world.

He pulled her into a hug and held onto her tightly. She gladly accepted the hug and she wanted to stay in his embrace for long as possible. There was no telling how long they would be here this time. For all they knew, Rebekah could be walking back with Hope to tell them she was calling out for Hayley. It would be two soon for both of them.

"Why don't we go sit in the kitchen and have some tea?" Freya said as she stood from her seat and started to head into the kitchen.

"In a moment." Elijah said and Elizabeth chuckled as his hold on her tightened. Elijah had no intentions of letting Elizabeth go just yet.

"I promise I'm not just going to disappear." Elizabeth said smiling up at him. "I believe the warning system is with your sister." While Elizabeth wouldn't have minded staying like this the whole time, but she wanted to spend time with him and his more favorable sibling.

Elijah laughed and shook his head slightly before leaning down and kissing her softly. A moment later he pulled away and released her from his hold. While he had just released her from his embrace, she already missed it. She had felt safe and like she hadn't made the mistakes she had made while they were all awake and living in the real world. Elijah lead her into the kitchen and pulled out a chair for her at the table before taking the seat next to her. Freya walked over and placed a few cups down before pouring the hot tea into them.

"Now, before my siblings had interrupted our conversation," Freya said giving Elijah a look before looking over at Elizabeth. "We were talking about Hope."

"Right." Elizabeth said as she watched Freya take a seat across from them.

"I still don't see why I am able to come here with Hope, but with Hayley, she cant." Elizabeth said as she looked between Freya and Elijah.

"I am still curious as to how they are able to get visit." Elijah said.

Freya nodded and looked at Elizabeth a smile. "We had tried coming up with several different explanations as to how you two had been able to get passed that spell."

"I'd like to know as well." Elizabeth said. "Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love that we have been lucky enough to come and visit, I just thought it was supposed to be impossible."

"It was supposed to be." Elijah said before taking a drink from his cup.

"Hope is one of a kind." Freya said. "Maybe the spells work different with her?"

"There can be several explanations for this." Elizabeth said not knowing where they could even start on finding out why Hope had been able to break through Freya's spell."

Elizabeth watched as something clicked in Freya's mind. "Excuse me for a moment." She said before standing up and rushing out of the room.

An eyebrow raised on Elizabeth's face as she watched her leave before looking over at Elijah. He smiled at her and shrugged slightly.

"She is probably going to look for something in that room of hers." Elijah said.

"You make it sound as if her room is some wasteland." Elizabeth said with a chuckle.

"While my sister may be a witch, sometimes her room can be a bit stereotypical." He nodded.

"What about your room?" She asked. "Does it look exactly the same?"

"More or less." He said.

"Well that was before I decided to play interior designer and cleaned up the place." She said with a shake of her head.

"Was the place destroyed?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. It was then that Elizabeth realized she never did tell him that she had allowed the vampires to trash the place that night they had gone into their deep sleep.

"That night," She started, "I kind of allowed the vampires that were there to trash the place." She shrugged. "Technically, the compound was supposed to be condemned, but I pulled some strings and got it looking in the best shape it has ever been in."

He shook his head slightly. He would love to see what she had done to fix up the place. The compound had hardly change in his family's absence over the centuries except for the touches Marcel had added over time. But to hear that she had redone everything, it would be as if it was a new place entirely and he looked forward to seeing what touches she had added to it all.

"Besides redecorating, how is it out there?" He asked.

"I'm not going to lie to you," She said sighing. "It is a bit difficult out there. It feels like I have this weight on my shoulders and no matter what I do, nothing lifts it." She shook her head slightly. "I've been dealing with the city's problems as well as trying to fix all the wrongs I have done and find the cures. But around every corner that I turn, there seems to be something else that adds into the list and sets me back."

"I am sure this is just a momentary set back." He said trying to comfort her. "It will all work out like it is supposed to."

"Its almost been a year, Elijah. A year that you have been in this deep sleep. I thought I'd have the cures by now."

"What is the status on that?" He asked curiously.

"Freya's cure is close to being done. Lily has been more than generous when it comes to this." She sighed softly. "And I am still trying to figure out where to start on how to find your cure. There are endless possibilities of doing this, but choosing the right one is what makes it so much harder."

"Your afraid." There was something in the way she had sighed and the way there was the fear that had began to build through their bond. He hated that she was afraid of something. Even though she was now the feared one, he knew there were things out there that still had her afraid. It made him want to be out there with her instead of being in this dream world.

"I'm afraid of failing." She admitted. While she was afraid of a particular vision that had been playing through her mind lately, she wasn't going to tell him that though. "I'm afraid that I won't be able to find this cure and wake you up. I'm also afraid that I will mess up somehow and I wont get you back."

"You wont fail." He said placing his hand on her cheek. "I have faith in you." He kissed leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"You have to much faith in me." She said as she leaned into his hand and smiled up at him. He chuckled and shook his head. "I'm serious. I've screwed up big time and look where that has us."

"Imagine if it had been Marcel that still had the serum." Elijah pointed out. "It would probably be a whole lot worse."

"Or we would be in the same position just because of someone else." She shrugged.

"No matter how it would have played out, I'd like to think we are here for a reason." Elizabeth rose an eyebrow.

"Really?" She asked. "What reason is that?"

"To come out of this stronger." He said watching her. "This whole situation has brought my family a lot closer. While it may be that Niklaus is elsewhere, I am sure that when the cures are found and we are all reunited, we will be a stronger family."

Elizabeth smiled at him. Though it didn't reach the full smile that Elijah had been used to and he had noticed it right away. He opened his mouth to question why, but she simply shook her head. "That will be amazing to see, if I knew that it was soon." She said trying not to think of what the future held.

Elijah wanted to ease her mind in some way. "Maybe if you spoke to Jess?" He asked.

"I already know to much about the future." She said shaking her head. "Knowing more of the details isn't going to change anything." The closer she got to certain points in the visions, the more detailed they would be if Jess had showed her. While she would love a countdown for when she would find the cure for him, she did not wish to know when it would be that she would walk to the one place she knew was now inevitable.

It was then that Elijah knew what it was that Elizabeth was really afraid of. "You are afraid of that door."

She only nodded at first. "The longer I can stay away from it the better."

"Are you ever going to tell me what happened while you were there?" Elijah did want to know. He wanted to know why she was so afraid of a place that place. She only ever told him it was a place that had been the worse time in her existence.

"Maybe the next time I get the chance to visit." She said softly. She still wasn't ready to explain the horrible details of her past. "I promise." She made the promise not knowing when exactly when the next time would be. For all she knew it could be another two months before she was able to get back into the dream world. Elijah nodded taking her hand and kissing the back of it. Elizabeth smiled as she watched him do so. He smiled back at her and Elizabeth could see that he was thinking about something. "What is it?" She asked.

"I have to admit I miss being able to feel your emotions." He said as he ran his thumb over her knuckles. "I never thought I would be so used to it. In the last year, I have felt nothing except for when you arrive here."

"I just feel you sleeping." Elizabeth admitted. "I can feel that your body is asleep, but its not like before." She sighed softly. "Its like a heavier feeling, that I can feel that you are in this deep sleep, but I don't feel any of your emotions while you are in here."

"One of the many things I look forward to when this is all over is being able to feel your presence again." He said nodding.

"I'm looking forward to that as well." She said smiling at him.

"I think I got it." Freya said walking back into the kitchen with a grimoire. When Elizabeth seen it in Freya's hand, an eyebrow rose as she watched Freya sit across from them.

"You added copies of your grimoires into the spell?" Elizabeth asked.

Elijah laughed. "She couldn't resist."

"I can tell." Elizabeth said with a smile as she looked over to Freya. "Now what was it you've found."

"I think I've found the reason why you and Hope can get through the spell." She said as she looked down at the page. "I believe that since the spell required our blood to be linked and placed into this dream world, Hope having Mikaelson blood in her veins should give her the ability to come and go as she pleases."

"What is stopping her then?" Elizabeth asked. "She should be able to do it on her own or bring Hayley with her at least."

"I also made the spell so that no one else should be able to enter, especially witches." Freya said with a nod. "Which is why she cannot get here on her own."

"But that does not explain why when she is with Elizabeth, they both can enter." Elijah said looking at Freya.

"She's using Elizabeth as more of a loophole to the spell." Freya said.

"How?" Elizabeth asked confused.

"You were turned by Elijah's blood, Mikaelson blood. Which makes it a bit easier for you to enter. But the biggest thing that she is using is your bond with Elijah." Freya said with a nod. "If we weren't currently in a deep sleep as we are, you'd be able to enter his dreams. But since you cannot, you would need the help of magic to get here on your own. She's going through you to get the both of you here."

"She's a smart kid." Elizabeth said shaking her head slightly. "So blood is the key to this, isn't it?"

Freya nodded. "Pretty much." She said. "I have to give it to her, she already knows loopholes to centuries old spells."

"And she is also quite sleepy." Rebekah said walking into the kitchen with Hope in her arms.

They all looked over to see Hope was looking tired. Her lids were heavy and currently resting her head on Rebekah's shoulder.

"What do you think will happen when she actually falls asleep?" Elizabeth asked looking over at Freya.

Freya shrugged slightly. "I guess we will find out soon." Rebekah came and sat down at the table across from Elijah and Elizabeth as she kept Hope close to her. "But now that we know you two are able to visit, don't be a stranger, Liz."

"I'll try not to be." Elizabeth said with a smile before looking over at Elijah.

Elijah smiled at her and squeezed her hand tightly before they both turned their attention to Hope. They all had watched as young girl closed her eyes and looked completely comfortable in Rebekah's arms. It was a nice sight to see. A moment of peace and even though this was nowhere being close to the real thing, this whole time in the dream world had felt like a perfect visit. It was the piece of Heaven in the Hell that awaited for Elizabeth when she returned to the real world.

When Elizabeth opened her eyes in the real world, she looked down at Hope and seen that she was fast asleep on her shoulder. A smile played on Elizabeth's face as she kissed her forehead before looking over at Elijah. "Until next time." She said sighing before closing the lid to the coffin. She turned and walked back up the stairs. Elizabeth found Hayley sitting in the living room with a book and when she entered the room, Hayley looked up from it and seen the surprised look on her face.

"She fell asleep?" Hayley asked as she stood up.

Elizabeth smiled and nodded. "She had a little to much fun with her Aunt Bex."

Hayley raised an eyebrow before realization came over her. "You were able to go back."

"Yeah." Elizabeth said looking down at Hope. "Freya thinks she has the explanation as to why we are able to ."

"What would that be?" Hayley asked as she held out her arms to take Hope and Elizabeth handed her over. Hayley began walking toward's Hope's room and Elizabeth followed.

"When Freya did the spell, she connected them all by blood. Hope has the Mikaelson blood running through her veins. With her being a witch she should be able to see them as she pleases." Elizabeth started to explain.

"But when she tries on her own, she can't get there." Hayley said as she placed Hope into her bed.

"Which is where I come in." Elizabeth shrugged slightly. "I was turned by Elijah's blood and with our bond, I should easily be able to enter his mind, but with the spell up I cant do it on my own."

"But with both of you together, you can easily do it." Hayley said nodding as lead Elizabeth out of the room.

Elizabeth had only nodded as she followed her out. "Apparently, I am the loophole that Hope found to Freya's spell." Once they were back in the living room, they both sat on the couch. "If you could have seen her in there." Elizabeth said with a smile. "She was so excited to be there. And when Rebekah took her away to spend some time with her, she had this huge smile on her face."

Hayley smiled. "I suppose she'll always have a connection with Rebekah since she did raise her for the first year. How are they?"

"Having one long vacation." Elizabeth said with a small chuckle. "Freya put in a lake when she created that dream world."

"Seriously?" Hayley laughed. "It sounds perfect there."

"If you like spending every waking moment with your siblings." Elizabeth said shaking her head. "Freya says there are times she wishes there were others there with them."

"I bet." Hayley shook her head. "I cant imagine being there with no one else to talk to."

"But this whole thing is letting them sort out their differences and is making them whole as a family." Elizabeth said with a small smile.

"Maybe when they wake up, we wont see them at each other's throats." Elizabeth laughed at Hayley's words.

"Lets just hope they don't do something to really piss each other off after they wake. Or else it will be like nothing ever changed." Elizabeth smiled and rested her head back on the couch. "This is bringing us closer than I thought."

"It has." Hayley said with a nod.

Both women knew they had grown closer even though the visits were limited and spaced out as they were. At the beginning, they were pretty much against each other. While Elizabeth probably had earned the hate from Hayley in the beginning for what she had done, but now things were different. And if things kept going the way it had been, maybe when they got the cures and everyone was awake, they would be a close family. They would be able to handle whatever came after. They all would be stronger.

[2dplatformer12345678910]

The end of the game / Evaluation

As the project is coming to an end, id like to show my final product, the ups, the downs and the things that I would have done if I had more time.

Things that went well :

The art, All of the art that I did, from not being a previously very good designer. but I suppose I have found not only a passion for doing 2d art, but also found out that with a bit of practice, I'm not actually half bad at it. I made my entire level by hand, from the ground you walk on to the background, crystals, rock the enemy ai and anything else you can see. The tile map I had originally found very awkward to work with, but like I said with a bit of practice I was able to make it work and eventually I was able to import it into unreal after a long time and start building the level I have now. When I was making my squid enemy, I had originally thought I had failed with the sprite sheet, this is because the squid's tentacles were too far out, meaning that they would not fit into the grid. But as of today with some help I have fixed it and it has been added to the game making it a better experience and also slightly more challenging.

Coding / Functions, all of my functions surprising went very well considering this was my first project, of course I finished them with a lot of help but nevertheless I'm surprised most if not all of my coding worked! the most recent thing I did being - making the enemy ai so when the plyer hits the collision box of the ai it will teleport back to the start of the level, this is done by having an event start, then check that the collision was between the ai and the character, and if it is true, teleport it back to the beginning. I did the same thing will death boxes on the ground in the pits that you fall in. Something else that I did which I was very proud of was making a Triger which will but down 2 doors in different areas at the same time, so the player is unable to go back the way that they came to get more coins. This is done by : setting the trigger as untouched, this means that when touched, it wont be able to trigger again. then, when the player collides with it, the trigger checks that that it was a player who collided with it, then it goes through a timeline to make the door go down or, (because I did it in two different ways) the other door will translate up 450 pixels and from there, they cant be changed or can go back, meaning you cant completely shut yourself out.

This that could be improved or added for next time -

Audio, I was unable to add audio because I spent too much time on the game itself, building it, coding etc. I didn't end up having enough time to add it. I feel as if the game is slightly a let down without it and I wish I had the chance to add it now. I was going to add a some kind of remix of the subnautica start menu music, this is because it is a beautiful kind of ominous.

Death animation, Unfortunately while making the animations, i had completely forgotten about the death animation and it went right over my head. This means that I had never actually made it. Although, with the way that you die in the game, I don't think that it would have been seen, I may have been able to add a delay to the teleportation, but it may have looked strange.

Animations, Personally I think that the animations looked slightly rushed or just bad in general, the jump animation was unfinished but became the final product because of the time restraint. the idle animation wasn't the best it could be. I think that all of the animations could have been heavily improved.

Overall everything ended up going great! I really enjoyed making the project, it really helped me learn a bunch of new things that I most likely would not have known before. As-well as this I cannot wait for the next project being an FPS.

[lmfmp2021]

Exterior Origami Packaging

Here, I will now be creating the exterior of my origami packaging. In the previous post, I discovered the layout and where the folds are when opening up the packaging, so I can now use this for measurements. Firstly, I opened up Illustrator, to which I would go onto ‘create new’. This is where I can put in the measurements of the length and width of my piece of paper, that I previously used. When using a ruler, I got it as being 21cm x 21cm. I knew before even doing this, that these two numbers would be the same as I have to use a squared size, as this is what I had to do in the YouTube video. 

After this, I created the page, to which my next step was to measure out where the creases/folds of my bag are. So again to do this, I had to use a ruler to measure how far inwards on the page, they were. I started with the first vertical fold, on the left, where it was 7cm in. So to mark this I used guide lines. At first, I was going to use the ‘line segment tool’ to just draw on the lines, although I realised that this was probably going to make the design process more difficult as I would end up moving these lines instead of my design elements. So I then remembered that I could use guide lines instead as it would be much more easier to work with. 

To do these up, I first had to go to ‘view’, ‘rulers’ and ‘ show rulers’. Showing in this screenshot below is the rulers that would appear both sides of the page. After this, you can then drag from these rulers, to which would reveal a line. I set this place of where I wanted it. I needed my first one to go on the number 7, when looking at the ruler at the top of the page. Next, I had to add another one, as from looking at my paper, there is another fold going this direction too. This new line had to be another 7cm up from the first one, meaning it would go onto 14cm. 

Then, for the lines going horizontally, there needed to be three. Like before the top one had to be 7cm down, the bottom one had to be at 14cm and the middle one had to be exactly in between these two. 

Once I had got my page ready to start, I decided to create a new repeat pattern to use on my exterior packaging. I thought to use all the illustrations and place them into one, so that it will show as one pattern, but has all the elements showing the flavours. Another reason for doing this is because I feel that it will flow better as I will only be having one pattern, meaning it won’t look confusing, like it would if I used all four patterns on this packaging. 

So produce this, I opened up my old file, to which I first created the repeat patterns. Next, I added a new page as this would be where I layout and my elements. I then copied and pasted all the illustrations that I needed, so I took the flavour drawing and added it onto my new design. After this, I played around with the composition, until I found one that I thought could work. Next, I selected all the aspects and went to ‘object’, ‘pattern’ and ‘make’. Doing this brings up a new tab, where I could then change the ‘tile type’ and ‘brick offset’, as well as the ‘copies’. 

When I did this the first time, I realised that the composition in which I arranged these in, was not working at all. I found there was a big gap between some of the elements, which made it look very odd once I had turned it into a pattern. So to solve this, I simply just rearranged the elements and created another repeat pattern. I then came up with this pattern above, to which I feel it had a much more appealing effect as the objects all worked well together. 

After that, I needed to change the scale of the pattern as I found that it was way too close up that hardly any of the pattern was actually showing. So to fix this, I went to ‘object’, ‘transform’ and ‘scale’. This will bring up a new tab, where you will need to untick the box saying ‘transform objects and tick ‘transform pattern’. You can then change the number saying ‘uniform’. I have changed the number down to 25% as found that I wanted enough of the pattern to show, without the elements getting too small. 

After this, I then got started on my actual exterior packaging as I now have all the elements I need. I wanted to include all four colours into this part as I knew that you obviously cant see the content inside the bag, which meant that I needed to clearly show that there was four different flavours. I wanted to show this through the colours that I chose for each chocolate spread. While figuring out where everything needs to go, I had my paper that I have been suing as refence to the side of me as I found this very useful to make sure I knew where everything would go when it gets folded back up into a bag. Additionally, I used my bag that I kept together as reference too as I found this helpful to remind myself what the end shape would look like. 

Once I understood a little more about how this was going to fold up, I started placing some elements onto the page. I thought to get the colours from the logos of each flavour and brought them over to my new file, where I could then use the ‘eyedropper tool’ to sample that specific colour and use it in my design. I firstly used the ‘rectangle tool’ to draw four squares for the front, back and sides of the packaging. I changed the colour to the same as my jars. Next, I placed in my repeat pattern that I had just created, where I chose for it to cover the whole design. After that, I thought to decrease the opacity of the squares as I felt that being able to see little bit of the patter would work better. This is because it would mean that I can have my type and other information on there, where the pattern won’t be too distracting. Lastly, I placed another square in the centre which I chose to be the colour of the orange from the logo. The other reason for this colour is because I used it quite a lot in my jars. This middle section will be the base of the exterior packaging, so it would mean that when the customer picks it up, they wont see this section straight away. 

After doing this, I decided that I wanted to have my logo in the centre instead. Although at this point I realised that my logo colours are either green, yellow, blue or orange, to which I didn't really want to use any of them as this would then only be showing one of the four flavours. I had the idea of having the circle cut up into quarters where each colour could be in each section. So to do this, I draw a circle and changed the colour to the one I wanted. I then had to use two rectangles to cover over the sections of the circle I didn't want. I then selected all these shapes, and went to the ‘quick actions’ bit at the side of the page. I clicked on the third icon, where this will change the shape to only a quarter instead of a whole circle. I did this for each colour and then placed the quarters together to form a circle. I then set it in place behind the orangutans face and type. 

Another adjustment I have made is for the repeat pattern to be in front of the coloured squares. I feel that this has a lot more of a striking effect this way as you can actually see the pattern. Another thing I have done is to have the coloured squares filling all the negatives spaces. For these corner section, I have decided to have it only a colour as it will make the overall design less confusing. Just for reference, these corner sections, where its only a colour, will show on the flaps of the bag when its been put together. 

After doing that, I chose to change the composition again, where I could have the logo on the front of the packaging, with my overall description of the chocolate spreads being on the base. I feel that this makes more sense as it means that the customer can see the logo of the actual product first, where they can then pick it up to see the description. As you can see, I have also added a circle around the logo. I thought to do this as it helps to show a contrast between the patterned background and the busy logo. I chose for it to be the orange again as I feel this made the most sense when thinking about the jar packaging. 

Moving on, I then tried making the description to look a little more exiting as I felt that it seemed very boring when just having one colour. One thing to note, is that at this point in time, I wasn't working on my normal computer, meaning I didn't have any of my old fonts showing. Also, I didn't want to change this new type as I wanted it to be the same as the rest to match. 

So like I just said, I have now added in a new shape with the colour being orange from the logo. This brown that is on the base is also from the logo too as I found that this was probably going to be the only two other colours that would work, with the four colours chosen. When I first added this new shape in over the second small paragraph, I thought it had improved the piece as it looks more appealing with a slightly different colour. Although, not long after, I realised that there was no purpose or reason for only highlighting this second section. So I decided to get rid of it as its almost showing that the second paragraph is more important than the first, to which this is not the case. 

Next, I wanted to think more about the front of the packaging as I haven't really focused much on this part of the design yet. I thought to try and recreate the front label of the jars onto this so they look more unified. So to do this, I have created a rectangle near the bottom, where I can put the names of the flavours and what they are. Next, I place in another rectangle where I positioned it behind the logo and circle. I changed it so that it was slightly transparent like the jars are. Additionally, I placed in the little icon saying that there's no palm oil in it. I chose for this to go in the top left corner as it was here on the jars. 

Lastly this screenshot above is showing two things that I have changed. One being that I have chose to only have the coloured repeat pattern on the sides of the packaging as I felt that it was going to way too much if I had colour of the front and back as well. So instead I replaced these colours with an off-white/cream colour. I thought this worked so much better as it compliments with the brown, orange and green shades. 

Then the other thing I have thought about is adding the ingredients list, as I haven't yet done this. As you can see in this screenshots, I firstly thought about having it on the base where it would wrap around the square shape although, I found this looked a little odd and worked so much better having it in this circle on the back instead. This way, it was readable and you could see it straight away after picking the product up. When at this point, I also added in the calories chart which isn't in this screenshot but I did do this at the same time. 

Now that I’m at a stage where I feel like I’m getting somewhere, I think that if I now move onto the interior leaflet part, I can always come back to this if I think of anything else. I feel that if I do this, I can push forward as I have very little time left to complete this so I need to use my time wisely.