#these are from my pen and marker only sketch book

[sokumeii]

Sketches from June thru September

[daniwolf9005]

Sorry this came so late- but Merry Christmas @part-time-pixie !! I was your secret Santa for the @mlsecretsanta 2023 event! This piece went through a lot of complications because I was so unsure about a lot of things! Let me run down the process!

I knew it had to be your AU since that’s a lot more personal and I myself am a big fan of personalized stuff! So I actually never knew anything about Winx before this so I researched- about 6 episodes for context of the fairy and specialist relations- so that’s one reason why the startup was slow but then!! I needed to figure out a setting- originally I was going with Magix City- but the color palette was more green and I wanted a more warm palette- but for the life of me I couldn’t find a place that screamed romance- eventually I gave in and just looked up “date in Winx” or something like that- and boom!! This place showed up- so heavy inspiration of the setting from this screen shot (lots of details were forgotten waaah-)

And then it was little things- from my research I realized they only transformed when battling so I needed a casual outfit (note for some reason I forgot to apply this logic to Luka’s fit I’m sorry 😭) for Adrien that wasn’t his powered up form for a casual setting- I ended up just asking- and I hope that didn’t clue you in but nonetheless I hope it was still somewhat a surprise! I’m so glad I did though because at that point I could finally finish the sketch- which was around the end of December so I was stuck on that for a while 😭

I finished the line art and coloring in a rush and man you can tell ;v; I went through a lot in coloring stage- I tried finishing this piece during a family outing and my markers (about 80+) fell out of their holders and went everywhere- also learned coloring over my white pen did not in fact keep it solid and the white began to get washed away from the marker on top, revealing the line art I messed up on beneath- one of the things that made me glad I was late is when you made this piece and I realized his gem clasp was teal- I was gonna make it yellow since that was the last red fountain specialist color not used and I assumed he’d just take it lmao! Though in short I went through all the stages of grief when doing the coloring ;v;

All to say though I hope despite all the flaws you still like it! I was really happy with this around the line art stage and even now- I’m just harsh on my own work but this is actually the biggest piece in my art book (I’ve been working on this book since Summer 2022!) so I suppose that is to say I’m glad I was able to try something new with this one!

(Also small note but I realized the quality turned out really fuzzy on here- if you want @part-time-pixie I can send a zip file to you in dms?)

[robinsno1lesbian]

Okay, I LOVE me some bold, confident Robin...

...but what about shy, blushy, I-live-in-a-small-town-so getting-it-on-with-another-girl-is-impossible-I'm-still-amazed-this-is-happening Robin's first time with an equally excited and inexperienced reader? It's sweet and cute and awkward, but then holy shit you get to be each other's first experience getting touched by someone other than yourself 🫣🫣🫣 I'm WEAK

𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒, 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒, 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 - 𝐑.𝐁.

robin buckley x fem!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4730

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), maybe a bit of internalized as well as period typical homophobia, is soft smut a thing?, first time, virginity loss, inexperienced!robin x inexperienced!reader, thigh riding, fingering (fem!receiving obviously), let me know if i missed anything <3

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: no because you're so right anon! here's my take on that, i hope you like it! also thank you so much for 300 followers!! i'm so thankful for your support on here so have a 4k word robin x reader smut in return lmao

you can't help yourself but watch her from the corner of your eye. her bangs are falling into her eyes, it is something that has caught your attention a lot lately: the way she always tries to get them out of her face and the way her hair is way too stubborn with her. there are a lot of things that have caught your attention lately, especially when it comes to robin buckley. you do those silly little things: catch yourself daydreaming about her in class or sketching her features on the side of your worksheet rather than working on them. hell, you've been counting her freckles the other day and only stopped because she had snapped you out of it herself. if you didn't know any better, you'd say you're hopelessly in love with her. except that can't be...right? because she's a woman and you can't be in love with a woman. you're not supposed to be in love with a woman. and yet this is what it is supposed to feel like, from what you've heard: the way your stomach twists in a way that tickles through your whole body whenever she looks at you or is already staring whenever you turn back during your shared shifts simply can't be anything other than that. regardless of what you've heard, the things you feel whenever she is around are allconsuming. you try to think of the things people on TV claim. you really try to get yourself together, to keep your eyes glued on a bunch of boys that walk by in the hallway just like all of your friends do. but all of this is forgotten the minute you lay eyes on her. love, you sometimes (in rare moments of clarity) find yourself thinking, isn't supposed to be what oppresses you or chains you down. it's supposed to be free and you've only ever felt free, truly free, around robin. maybe that's why you can't stop watching her now. summer has chosen to come early this year and the heat is already on the verge of being unbearable in late may. she's sitting on your bed, legs crossed and back bent over a book that's open on her leg. she's using a bright yellow marker to highlight important paragraphs, her lip tugged between her front teeth as she works in concentration.

yet again, you can't stop yourself from watching, admiring her from afar like you always do.

she is in a pair of shorts and a tank top she has taken from your closet. it's not her style, white and lacy, and yet it still looks great on her. usual, maybe, but breathtaking nonetheless, emphasizing the curves of her body that are normally hidden from the view underneath a layer of baggy clothing. you're grateful that you get to see her like this. "you're doing it again" her raspy voice snaps you back to reality and she speaks without even looking up from the text. "huh?" you raise a brow and tilt your head "what?" robin looks up from her book and drums the pen against her thigh a couple of times before she answers. "you're staring" she doesn't say it as if it was something that bothers her. she sounds so...sweet, maybe? "oh uhm-" your mind is racing with possible things to answer in return. you always have plenty to say, but right now, your normally busy and loud brain fails you when you need it the most. "i was just thinking" you mumble eventually. robin thinks about this for a second, shrugs, and focuses on her book again. "you do that a lot lately, don't you?" "there's a lot to think about" you say and she grins. "like what?" "dunno..." you shake your head and laugh softly "i guess my mind has been really full of thoughts lately" that catches robin's attention. she closes the book and turns so that she's facing you. her leg almost brushes yours. almost. you find yourself longing for that brief brush of skin, wishing she would lean in just a tiny bit more, just enough for that. "you know you can talk to me, right y/n?" as if she's been reading your mind, robin reaches out and puts a palm to your knee. your breath hitches in your throat and you fake a cough to cover it. you don't know what has gotten into you or why you choose to do what you do. but something in you finally gives you the strength to speak.

"robin have you ever...felt like, i don't know, genuinely, fundamentally different?" a smirk creeps up her cheeks. "all the time" she says.

"no but- i mean- not just in a way that you don't...i don't know..." you do know. what you really want to ask her is if she has ever felt the way you do every single day. if she ever wanted to kiss another woman, if she ever wanted to do more than just that too. "hey" she traces circles over your damp skin "is there something you want to talk about y/n?" you look up and her eyes meet yours. it almost seems like her pupils blow just a little bit wider at the sudden eye contact. you've never seen the ocean, have lived your whole life in this tiny town of hawkins, but you're certain that that's the colors of the waves that meet the shore.

perhaps another time you would've looked away and blushed. but robin is tilting her head sideways and has this sweet look on her entire face that has made you want to kiss her a hundred times before. only this time it is different. you know you're running out of time; it is only a matter of time until you will go separate ways, robin to europe and you to some god-forsaken college your parents have picked out for you. you know that if you don't do it now, you won't ever. and so you do it, against all odds. slowly, you reach out and place a strand of hair -one that's been bothering her all this time- behind her ear. her skin feels so soft under your touch that you can't help yourself but exhale slowly. just when you want to withdraw your hand, your touch already lingering for a bit too long, robin grabs your wrist and holds it there. "don't" she whispers. your palm meets her cheek and suddenly you're holding her face and she's leaning into your hand.

robin turns her face in your palm in a way that allows her lips to brush over it. your heartbeat picks up its pace when she starts kissing the heel of your hand, leaving you completely breathless. you watch her in complete awe and bite your lip at the sight in front of you. "robin..." you murmur and gently pull her a little bit closer, not enough for her to actually move forward, but just enough for her to feel your suggestive movement. she follows suit immediately and starts leaning in closer. closer and closer until her lips are almost touching yours. her breath meets your skin in short, hot puffs that send shivers down your spine. robin's eyes are fixated on your lips and you let all fear fall away. instead, you say "can i kiss you?". robin doesn't answer. instead, she grabs your face in a desperate manner and closes the little bit of distance that is left between you. her lips feel soft, that's the first thing you notice. and then your other senses start picking up on it too: she smells like summer; of the layer of sunscreen she must've applied in the morning and of the hawkins summer air that surrounds you. she tastes like chapstick and shared lemonade. robin leans back faster than you want her too, doesn't stay for more than one quick kiss. "h-holy shit y/n i'm- did you- i mean- was that okay?" you smile. "more than okay robin but...can we...can we do that again?" the excitement practically sparks in her eyes when you ask that but she nods immediately. "i would love nothing more" she scrambles up and bumps into you in the process of getting closer so that she's pressing you further into the pillows on your bed. you gasp but it turns into laughter against her lips when she pretends it never happens and puts her lips on yours again. she misses your lips though, kissing your front teeth due to your laughing. "stop laughing" she chuckles against your mouth "i'm trying to kiss you" "my bad" you grin and wrap your arms around her, caging her in like that "try again". this time she doesn't miss and you're not a giddy mess either. this time, she really kisses you. one arm remains around her shoulder while your other hand holds her cheek and robin kisses you deeper. you stay like this for a while. she tilts her head experimentally every now and then and moves your face with her index too. it's much more than an awkward peck; you can feel the length of her body on yours, your legs dangling together on your bed despite the heat, and just when you think it couldn't possibly get any better, robin parts her lips and licks along your bottom lip, waiting for you to let her in. you gasp, slightly surprised but thrilled to see where this might go. you gladly allow her to lick into your mouth, parting your lips like she has done before. it's a new sensation, one that neither of you is really used to. the velvet of her tongue against your own tickles past your lips and into your mouth. that's when you feel it for the very first time: the tingling sensation that starts somewhere in your lower belly and pools between your thighs. hungry for more, you arch your back up and try to press her further against you. robin groans and the noise has the exact same effect on you as your current makeout session.  "robin" you manage when she leans back to take a breath in.  her brows narrow and she looks down at you. "are you okay? is this okay? do you want to stop?"  "no!" you exclaim, maybe a bit too fast but robin just grins at that. "i mean- no. i just...touch me, please" "touch you?" she raises a brow "are you sure? i mean are you sure that you want this? i've never-"  you shake your head gently "i haven't either robin...but i am sure. i want this. i want you"  she gives you the sweetest smile and nods slowly.  "but, just so we're clear" she runs a hand through her hair, giving you time to admire just how pretty she looks like this: slightly golden in the sunlight and lips plump from the previous kisses. "we can stop anytime, okay?" 

"i won't want to stop" you whisper and she looks down at you in what looks like slight surprise but also amazement.  "well we don't have to" she shrugs and earns a giggle from you.  "just come here and kiss me already"  that she'll gladly do. she leans down again and kisses your lips. this time, she slips her tongue past your lips immediately, but it is soft and passionate nonetheless.  she kisses you slowly, just like you need it right now and her fingers link with yours so that she is holding both of your hands with her own while she is kissing you.  you smile against her and you can feel her returning the gesture, you don't even have to open your eyes to know.  "take off my clothes" you breathe into her open mouth.  so her fingers run up your body until they reach the collar of your shirt, where she starts fumbling with the buttons.  her kisses grow uncoordinated and you lean back.  "damn it" she curses, struggling to undo the very first button.  "hey" you reach out and wrap your fingers around her wrists "hey it's okay, let me help"  robin looks into your eyes as you help her and open the shirt for her. she sits up slowly, eyes filled with disbelief that this sight is really revealing to her.  she runs a hand through her hair once more and her jaw drops when you finish the final button.  "like what you see?" you chuckle and watch robin through heavy lashes. 

"god you could say that" she groans and shifts her weight back onto your thighs. 

you sit up against your many pillows and push the fabric off of your shoulder, leaving you in nothing but a soft, lacy bra.  you blush under her watchful eye and fight back to urge to hide from her. she must notice the way you look away from her because she gently brushes a finger over your cheek and down to your chin, lifting your gaze upon her.  "you're so beautiful, y/n" she murmurs. "so beautiful" 

you bring your own hands to her waist, squeezing the dip just above her hips slightly before you tug on the top that belongs to you.  "can i...?"  robin bites her lips and reaches out herself, pulls it over her head and then throws it over her shoulder carelessly.  she is wearing a black bra and her chest is covered in freckles. you've always wondered whether the thin layer of freckles would continue below the collar of each of her shirts but you would've never expected that you would actually get to see it.  you lean your head back and she gets the sign.  robin leans down and kisses you softly, her hands roaming your sides. you start exploring her body too, shily at first.  you move your palms over the swell of her breasts, just the ghost of a touch before you let them wander lower.  she shudders when you touch her there and you gasp softly in return. your hands run up her back again and stumble upon the clasp of her bra.  you look up from her chest and she is nodding already, giving you an answer to the unspoken questions.  you unclasp it slowly, making sure she has time to comprehend it, before you pull it off of her entirely.  and, god, she is beautiful.  your breath hitches in your throat and you shamelessly gape at her chest.  "like what you see?" robin grins, stealing the line you've used on her before.  "oh shut up robin, you're- you're gorgeous"  you keep looking at her and take your own bra off as well, getting you into an equal state of undressing.  she inhales sharply and strokes over your bare shoulders, her thumbs pressing into your skin softly.  "can i touch you?" when you nod, she brings both of her hands up to hold your breasts. you exhale shakily, feeling this new kind of touch on yourself.  this is all so new, so sweet.  a mix of shy touches and soft noises of approval.  you're so happy that you get this with robin. that she is the one out of all people that does this for you. with you.  her thumbs brush over your nipples and you arch your back forward involuntarily, a quiet moan drawn from your lips by her.  "oh you like that?"  your eyes fall shut and you nod, your lips forming a silent 'o'. she repeats the motion applying just the right amount of pressure that it feels even better than before.  "j-just like that robin" you moan. robin smiles, obviously pleased with the reaction she got out of you.  she leans forward again, her hips jerking against your leg as she moves.  "fuck-"  "what?" your eyes snap open, slightly alarmed. but robin's expression doesn't look like one to be alarmed about. her eyes have fallen shut and her mouth is agape.  that is when you realize that your thigh sits right against her center.  "oh" you breathe out and she opens a single eye to look at you.  she looks absolutely heavenly like this and, to test something, you flex the muscles in your thigh against her, eager to get a reaction out of her.  robin's lashes flutter and her lips part at the same time as her head drops back in pleasure.  "oh my god" she rasps "oh my god"  "does that- feel good?" you ask her and put both of your hands on her hips.  she nods to confirm it and gives her hips a couple of experimentally rolls forward, dragging them over the length of your leg. you watch in awe when the first actual moans fall from her lips. her normally low and raspy voice has this new, high-pitched tone to it that you've never heard before but from which you know that you need more of it.  after some time, robin leans her forehead down against yours. she brings a hand to the back of your head to keep you close to her and her open mouth is brushing over your own, parted lips. her hot breathing and the quiet, shy moans that occasionally erupt from her send the same tingling sensation down your body.  this is great already, better than you would've ever imagined, but you know you need more.  and robin does too.  "robin" you whisper and she stops her movements immediately.  "yeah?" she breathes "are you okay?"  you smile at how considerate she is with you, how attentive. 

"more than okay i just- i wanna see you"  "oh"  "yeah, oh" you bite your lip "is that okay?" robin grins and shifts backward, away from your legs so that she can get herself out of the shorts she's wearing.  you laugh softly when she struggles with the zipper and tries to kick them off her long legs.  eventually, she gets out of them and throws them down the bed to kneel in front of you.  "can we- uh- try something?" she asks, a shy blush on her cheeks.  when you nod, she takes your hand in hers and pulls you up so that you're both kneeling in front of each other.  you don't miss the way her eyes fall upon your chest, as if she still can't fully believe that all of this is really happening.  her hand is still locked with yours when she holds it against the valley between her breasts.  you gasp when you feel her heartbeat against your palm.  "i want you to touch me" she speaks carefully and tilts her head to search your eyes for any doubts. "and i want to touch you too"  you bite your lip at the thought of this and nod your head. "please" her fingers find the hem of your skirt and, while her eyes are still on yours, she pushes it down your legs so that it is pooling around your knees. she leaves it there before her fingers trace up your thighs slowly.  you involuntarily spread your legs wider for her, which robin can only smile about.  when her index reaches your clothed center, you watch her attentively: her mouth falls open when she feels the patch of arousal that has formed on your panties from her previous actions.  "fuck, you're wet" she gasps.  at those words, you feel yourself clenching around nothing and your facial expression because a reflection of robin's own: lips parting and eyes heavy with a kind of lust you've never felt before.  judging by the look on her face, she has felt it against her fingertips.  "touch me" she says and you do as you're told.  you try to copy robin's movements, a hand between her thighs when you cup her through the fabric.  that is when you get what she has meant by that: you can feel her wetness, damp through the underwear.  you can also feel her against each of your fingers that are firmly pressing against her. 

"y/n" robin moans softly and her head falls back slightly.  you feel her pushing your panties aside slowly and you do the exact same for her, removing the last bits of clothing out of the way that is separating you from touching her the way you desperately want to.  the moan she draws from your lips when she starts circling your clit is something you should probably feel embarrassed about, but robin's eyes are beaming at the noise.  she doesn't want you to hide, she wants to hear you.  robin tilts her head again, as if she's asking something from you, and then presses down against your clit slightly harder.  "god, robin" you moan and your head falls forward against her shoulder.  "it's okay" she whispers and runs her free hand into your hair "it's o- oh"  regardless of how turned on your are, you can't help but grin when she moans at the sudden touch of your index and middle finger on either side of her clit, rubbing over it how you would do it if you were touching yourself. it seems to be working for her too.  she starts picking up the pace of her own fingers in sync with your movements, rubbing gentle, clockwise circles around your clit.  your legs are shaking already and you keep your head against robin's shoulder, muffling the soft moans in her hair and neck.  you can feel how wet she is against your digits, proof that you really are making her feel good like this.  occasionally, you dip your fingers down lower, where all of her wetness if pooling. you consider taking it one step further, but you find yourself being too shy to ask. instead, you gather her slick on your fingers and draw it back up to her clit.  at one particular good stroke, robin reaches for your chin and moves your head away from its hiding spot so that you're looking at her.  she's taller than you, even like this, and you have to look up slightly.  she looks gorgeous, even more than she normally does: her eyelids are heavy, mouth agape and her chest is rising and falling rapidly.  "y/n..."  "hm?"  her fingers wander lower and you gasp.  "can...can i?"  you smile softly and copy her motions, a singular finger toying at her entrance. her eyes widen slightly and somewhat of a whine comes past her lips.  "please"  you're both staring into the other's eye when she pushes her middle finger into you at the same time as you do the same for her.  the moans that fall from your lips mix with hers, creating a sweet noise that echoes through the room. thank god you're home alone.  "oh fuck, robin...robin..." you babble, your hips jerking forward over and over to chase the delicious feeling "more".  robin withdraws her finger slowly, until only the very tip of it is still inside of your aching cunt and then pushes it right back inside you, adding a second one along.  "oh my god" you cry out. you've never made such a noise when you were touching yourself. this is s much better than anything you have ever felt.  robin's own walls seem to somehow tighten around your finger, which reminds you that you have that same effect on her.  you curl your middle finger forward slightly and robin's eyes roll back in her head.  "please" she whimpers "god- just like that- feels so so good fuck-"  you thrust into her a couple of times until you add a second finger as well.  robin, regardless of the fact that she is getting fucked this good by you, never stops the movements of her own fingers inside of your cunt.  her fingers are longer than yours, just slightly but enough for you to feel the difference; she is reaching depths that you were never able to reach on your own.  when she mirrors your motion and curls them up against that certain spot, you moan out her name loudly.  the thrusts alone feel incredible but when she begins hitting your g-spot, it takes things to a whole new level of pleasure. 

"k-kiss me" you mutter between moan and whimpers caused by her fingers.  robin does as you asked her to, pulls you in so that your chests are bumping together and smashes her mouth of yours.  the shyness from earlier is gone, replaced by want and lust for you.  soon enough, your tongues are moving together in sync, lips meeting over and over again until they feel almost sore. 

the combination of all of these things causes a knot to form in your lower abdomen. you know exactly what'll happen once this knot snaps and, truth be told, you can't wait to cum all over robin's fingers.  but you also know it'll take just the slightest bit more for you to actually cum.  "r-robin" you shudder when she leans back slightly. there's a string of saliva connecting your lips. part of you wants to be disgusted, but instead, it only turns you on. "can you- oh god, fuck-" it feels so good, you can hardly get the words out. "can you...rub my clit? please? i think- ah- i think i'm close"  she listens to everything with a half-curious, half-lustfilled expression and nods. robin doesn't stop with the wonders, that her fingers are working inside of you though. she uses her thumb to find your clit, all while she is pumping her index- and middle finger into you, and rubs it gently, just like you asked her to.  "holy shit- right there! right there!" you manage and your head falls back.  your breathing becomes high-pitched and rapid and every muscle in your body is focused on what she is doing, on moving against her to chase your orgasm.  robin seems to understand and starts rubbing your clit faster, adding pressure at the right points too.  with that and the fact that she pulls you in again to squeeze your breast, robin pushes you closer and closer to the edge.  you manage to find robin's clit with your thumb too, though it takes you slightly longer to do so but robin doesn't seem to mind, way too caught up in the way your digits curl up inside of her.  "robin...fuck i- oh-"  you can't even finish what you were gonna say, your whole body tenses up in pleasure and you feel your orgasm in each and every nerve.  you sob out a moan that dies in your throat when everything becomes hot and you see stars from the pleasure.  robin reaches her height shortly after and her body tenses up against yours, her eyes roll back and her fingers tighten in your skin.  both of your thighs shake around the other's hand and you cum around her fingers, coating them in your release.  when the wave of pleasure slowly fades, you open your eyes.  robin is still recovering herself, but she has come down enough to watch you. a smile is toying along her lips.  "holy shit" she breathes eventually.  "yeah" you say with a lighthearted laugh.  "did you- i mean- was that okay?" and you can hardly believe your own eyes but she blushes as if she hasn't just made you cum better and harder than ever.  "that was more than okay robin, fuck"  regardless of that fact, she sighs as if in relief.  "would you- would you mind if- i- would you like to go out...? sometime?"  despite your situation, you can't help yourself but laugh breathlessly.  "robin buckley" you exclaim "are you asking me out on a date while you're still inside of me?"  her eyes widen slightly, as if that part has already been forgotten and you laugh a little bit more.  once you have both fully recovered, you lay her down on your bed and put your head on her shoulder and she links your fingers together.  somehow, it is not odd at all. it's almost like it was always supposed to be like this.  "so" she says after some time.  "so" you repeat.  "about earlier...i would really, really like to take you out on a date"  you smile and tilt your head so you can look at her properly.  "i would really, really like that too"

[jubilantmedusa]

February sketchbook dump

Starting off, some fairies inspired by illustrations in The Great Encyclopedia Of Faeries. I loved doing the sketch. I have mixed feelings on the painting. I only did a so so job coloring in the lines. And I didn’t pay attention to where my light was coming from, so I missed a chance to add meaningful highlights and shadows that would have added a lot.

Literally to keep myself amused while the fairies were drying, I painted this based off an illustration in the same book. Opposite techniques. Fairies were a pen sketch I colored. This was a color I threw on the page and drew over.

More penguins because I bought new round brushes and I wanted to test them

Random attempts at flowers, I think where you paint with water and then add color

An attempt to play with opposite of color wheel shading ala Mallery Jane — not my best

More random doddles — that house is my fav this month. The cakes would have had more going on but my baby woke up. The purple flowered were a drop of concentrated paint per petal, the brushed out with water only.

this started off with the Andrea Nelson Tulip tutorial to help understand background colors and then suddenly there were circles and bees. Cute.

Child art hearts (literally a toilet paper roll bent like a heart and covered with black acrylic) with wet in wet colors inside for blends fun

Did the Lacey color palette challenge. My favorite is the mountains.

Lacey’s dragonfly exercise for paint mixing and brush control

Andrea Nelson’s mountain range tutorial

Andrea Nelson’s blueberry tutorial — this turned out cuter than it had any right to considering how much I messed up! Too much water.

Ink monsters

Random pencil sketch — I should probably be doing more sketching to up the drawing skills but 🤷‍♀️

Last and honestly probably least - I tried a Zukka sketch in marker for Valentine’s Day and it just had too much wrong with it for a standalone post. The coloring of the faces is just.. Ugg. And half the hearts aren’t colored in the lines. Oh well! I did like doing the sketch at least.

It was definitely a quieter month for art. But that’s largely because it was an excellent month for writing so I’ll take it!

[fairy-writes]

Vampire!Viktor x Female!Reader 04

part one of vampire!viktor HERE

part two of vampire!viktor HERE

part three of vampire!viktor HERE

all parts of this series are tagged under cryptid!viktor

cryptid!viktor also includes my pieces with merman!viktor

CATCH MORE OF MY DOCTOR WHO QUOTES

your friendship changes after viktor drinks your blood. he doesn’t ask again, but you offer when you notice his skin color changes to an unhealthy pallor. 

and you notice how he doesn’t say no after the first time. but you also notice how he never takes very much. 

just enough to survive.

but not enough to live. 

you find out why three weeks later. 

you’re working at clearing part of some stubborn bushes in the corner of the estate late in the night, watching as viktor passes in front of the candlelight in his library. you had discovered his library when dusting various surfaces when you first met him. 

it was filled with books upon books upon books. but not normal books.

journals.

his journals. 

neat cursive lining the pages with the occasional sketch. you made it a point to ignore the sketch of the woman with glasses. while you yearned to look through them, it was none of your business. 

you yank a stubborn branch out of the way and stumble upon a wrought iron gate with a rusted lock. it looked old… really old… you frown and tug on the metal. it falls away in your grasp and breaks with a resounding ‘clang.’ 

opening the gate, you arrive at multiple tombstones, covered in moss and dirt and grime, but still there nonetheless. you fall to your knees and brush some of the plants away, frowning at the name. it was barely legible, but there nonetheless. 

“jayce talis”

“1527-1558”

“our future is bright.”

you do some quick math and frown. he was only thirty-one years old? that felt so young… you were barely twenty-nine and had no idea how old viktor was. 

then a thought struck you. 

was he alive in the 1500s? was jayce his friend?

“he was a good man.” comes viktor’s voice, and you shriek, whirling on your knees to face the vampire. he’s leaning on his cane, staring at the grave marker with sad eyes that look ancient and like he’s close to tears. 

it’s the first time you’ve seen him this close to crying. 

“who was he?” you ask softly, and he shifts his grip on his cane.

“my best friend. died of a plague that swept the country. i had already turned by then, but he didn’t care. he still wanted to be around me.” he whispers, and your heart breaks. 

“can’t be easy… outliving the people you love,” you say, and he comes closer and lowers himself onto the ground next to you.

“according to my journals… it’s hell,” he says, drawing one of those coveted journals out of his vest pocket and flipping it open, and handing it to you.

he was letting you read it?

you took it reverently and looked at the page. 

it’s a sketch, albeit a bit chaotic, but a beautiful sketch regardless. it was of the man with the bright eyes and wistful smile hunched over a desk that you had seen on another page. in messy ink at the bottom are the words “DON’T FORGET.” the pen nib had been pressed so deeply into the page it almost ripped. 

that alone made your heart drop into your stomach, fur-lined with grief and fear for the man beside you.

was he slowly forgetting his life from before he was a vampire? 

would he eventually forget you after you were long dead and dust?

he looks at you with those big sad eyes of his, and you realize you said your thoughts aloud. 

“in the end, you just get tired. tired of watching everything turn to dust,” he says, voice thick with tears and misery.

and you don’t have a single word to comfort him. 

[losfacedevil]

For You // J.M.K

a/n~ So uh, this got a little out of hand.. okay maybe a lot out of hand. This is my first ~real Josh fic. @indigofallingsky don’t dieee

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: SMUT, STRIP TEASE, ORAL (F RECEIVING), UNPROTECTED PENETRATIVE SEX (Don’t be silly, wrap your willy) Word Count 5.8k+

The rain pelted down on the roof, the pitter patter of the droplets lulling them into a sense of much needed calm. She curled up on the couch with her nose stuck in her most current read; some book about pirates Jake had insisted she read. Josh sat at his desk, one resembling that of a school desk which sat directly in front of the big bay window; working on something that called for every last ounce of his attention. 

She couldn’t help but watch him, the pure concentration etched in his features as his eyes stayed glued to the page as her attention span began to falter, letting her head rest against the back of the couch as the sounds of the rain relaxed her further; eyes fluttering shut as she pulled a deep breath in through her nose. The only other sounds dancing through the air being the soft melody of the John Denver vinyl he had spinning and that of his pens and markers gliding smoothly across the page of his journal. 

They craved quality time together, time spent doing their own thing while in each others company. Something they both yearned so deeply for when he was on the road living his dream with his brothers. 

Josh shifted in his chair, his gaze falling upon her face, her features cloaked with a serene look. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips, watching as her chest rose and fell softly wondering if she had maybe fallen asleep. But his eyes fluttered away from her as she pulled her head up off of the couch, stifling a yawn before going back to her book. 

He kept glancing her way, making sure she stayed where she sat while he worked on something so precious to him. Etched across the page were the beginnings of a ring setting; choosing silver instead of the traditional gold as his mind reeled with ideas for different stones to place in it. 

Diamonds were too typical and not ‘a girls best friend’ she had once told him, opting for an opal in a ring she purchased for herself. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he sketched out the cut in which he wanted the stone to be as a crystal popped into his mind. Moss agate; ‘it’s my favorite!’ she had exclaimed, showing him the raw cut stone wrapped in delicate gold wiring that hung around her neck. 

Josh put so much thought into the ring, knew exactly how he wanted it to look as he continued his sketch; his eyes never leaving the page. He could see her fidgeting in her seat from the corner of his eye, trying to keep his focus on both her and the journal page he so lovingly created upon. 

“Hey Gorgeous?” She called, peeling her eyes away from the book she was reading. 

“Hmm?” His response came from deep in his chest, clear his concentration was elsewhere as his eyes snapped to the pile of markers in front of him. He sifted through them, eyes finding hers as he picked up the color he was looking for. 

A soft smile spread across her face as she watched him uncap the marker, pressing it to the page of his journal. She stayed quiet as he painted color across the page, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A yawn slipped past his lips as he discarded the marker, picking up his favorite fine liner pen instead; quickly jotting something in the margin of the page. 

“You called?” His voice was soft, eyes meeting hers once more as a soft smile caressed his lips. 

“What are you feeling for dinner? I want something warm and filling.” The smile never fell from her face, waiting for him to realize. Josh shrugged his shoulders, turning his attention back to his journal. 

“Whatever you want is fine as long as I get to pick the movie tonight.” His gaze landing on hers as he cocked his head to the side. 

“Do I have something on my face?” He chuckled, pulling his fingers down his cheeks and giving a gentle tug to his beard. 

“I said ‘Hey Gorgeous.’” She repeated, smile growing wider as realization washed over his features. A soft pink hue kissing the apples of his cheeks as he averted his gaze. 

A giggle danced up her throat as she placed her book mark in her book, tossing it to the side to be forgotten about. Watching as multiple emotions washed over his face, finally settling on the shyest smile; his top teeth coming down to worry  his bottom lip. 

“You did, didn’t you?” He kept his voice low, his lowest register shining through as his eyes snapped to hers. The shy smile that caressed his lips pulling into a full smile that nearly reached his eyes. The pink hue gracing his cheeks turning a brighter shade of red as the tips of his ears began to burn.

“C’mere, gorgeous.” Her tone was light and flirty as she held her hands out in his direction, grasping her fingers to her palms in a grabby hands motion. A nervous giggle escaped him as he reached up, covering his face with his hands. Another giggle bubbling up his throat as he raked a hand down his face, pulling his bottom lip between his thumb and index finger. 

“Why do you do these things to me, sweetness?” He crooned, carefully closing his journal as he pushed himself to stand from the table. A proud smile played across her lips as she stood, meeting him halfway across the room. 

“I’ve done nothing to you.” She giggled, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck as his hands found her hips, thumbs sneaking up underneath the hem of her shirt. He rubbed the tip of his nose up and down her cheek gently before pressing his forehead to hers. A breathy giggle escaped her at the lingering tickle his nose left on her cheek. 

She focused her eyes the best she could on his, extending her fingers so they twisted in the curls at the nape of his neck. His eyes fluttered shut at the slight tension she was causing, pulling his hair lightly as she carded her fingers through it. He let his head fall to her shoulder, her fingers swiftly slipping from his hair as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist; pulling her body flush with his. 

A soft smile caressed her lips as he started to sway, his grip tightening on her as she began tracing light designs across the back of his neck. His breath caught in his throat as she toyed with his ear, a soft chuckle emanating from his chest as he placed a soft kiss to her neck. She couldn’t hide the shiver that danced up her spine or the giggle that escaped her as he lifted his head.

“For you, for the rest of my life; for you, all the best of my life; for you alone, only for you.” Josh sang along to the song playing softly in the background. He reached his hand up, cupping her cheek as she beamed up at him, nuzzling her cheek against his palm. Lifting up onto her toes slightly, she pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips giggling as he tried to chase her lips. 

“I mean if calling you gorgeous gets me slow dances and serenades I might just have to do it more often.” She teased, pulling her hands around to cup his now pink cheeks. Her thumbs danced over the apples of his cheeks as he rolled his eyes, wide smile tugging up the corners of his lips. 

“Stop it.” He chuckled, leaning down to slot his nose next to hers, rubbing them together gently before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. He began swaying again, gently guiding her around the living room as she slipped her arms back around his neck. Josh rested his head against her shoulder, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he continued to hum along to the song. 

She reveled in vibrations his humming sent through her shoulder blade, the way  his arms felt wrapped around her waist, how the hair that kissed his upper lip tickled the exposed skin of her shoulder slightly as his hot breath fanned across her neck. How his fingers slipped just slightly under the hem of her shirt rubbing gentle circles into her skin as he pulled her as close to his body as he possibly could. She let her fingers dance through his hair, carding them through the curls mindlessly as they continued to slow dance around their living room. 

His grip on her loosened as the vinyl they had spinning ended, the sound of the rain still pelting against the roof and windows the only noise that surrounded them. Josh continued to gently spin her in circles, slipping his hand up under her shirt as he spread his fingers across the expanse of her back. A dopey grin played on his lips as he lifted his head from her shoulder, his eyes displaying a tired serene look.

“Am I boring you, my love?” She cooed, her hands finding his cheeks once more. His smile widened as his eyes fluttered shut, nuzzling his cheek against her palm. He danced his other hand up her side, gently gripping the back of her neck, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose and dipped her in one swift motion. Giggles erupted from her chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Joshua!” She scolded as he pulled her upright, belly laughs escaping him. He leaned forward capturing her lips in a sweet kiss, keeping his hand on her neck as his fingers inched upwards into the hair at her nape. 

She relaxed into the kiss, her body finally shaking the shock his dip had caused. Her fingers snaking up into the curls on the back of his head, holding him to her as he deepened the kiss; his tongue running gently along her bottom lip. 

An involuntary giggle bubbled up in her chest as their teeth clashed together gently, causing him to pull back and break the kiss. A soft whine emanated from her chest at the loss of contact; quickly catching in her throat as he dipped his head and pressed gentle open mouthed kisses to her neck; the softest moan escaping her throat. 

“Gorgeous,” the word meant to be a protest rolled off her tongue in a hiss; further fueling the fire that erupted in his stomach as he nipped at the already tender skin of her neck. 

“The question at hand was what’s for dinner.” Her words slurring as her mind clouded over, tilting her head slightly as he continued his attack on her neck. He tangled his fingers in her hair tugging lightly and earning himself a whimper from her. The sound low and drawn out as he smoothed his tongue over the skin of her neck, a light purple mark already blooming under the red, tender skin.

“Keep calling me that and the answers gonna be you.” He mumbled, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder. He reveled in the way her breathing quickened slightly as a shiver danced up her spine. She pulled her arms back, resting her hands on his chest before pushing him back far enough that their eyes met, brow raised as she took in his appearance. 

His cheeks were flushed the most beautiful shade of pink, lips a darker shade of red and fully kiss swollen, pupils blown out fully enveloping his honey brown irises as he kept his eyes locked on hers. She couldn’t help but run her fingers back through the mess of curls that sat atop his head, his eyes rolling back as she gently tugged his hair at the roots. 

A devilish smirk played across her lips as she scratched at his scalp, a deep sigh slipping through his nose as he leaned his head back against her fingertips. She took advantage of having the upper hand, maneuvering his head with his hair as she leaned up on her toes and began pressing soft kisses to his jawline. 

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, his breath catching in his chest as she nipped lightly at the hollow beneath his ear. She ran her tongue up the length of his ear, sending a shiver down his spine as her teeth closed around his earlobe, nibbling lovingly. 

“Gorgeous.” Her voice was barely a whisper. His hips bucked forward involuntarily, eliciting a nervous chuckle from his chest as a smile pulled at the corners of her lips. She let her free hand snake between their bodies, gently pressing her palm to his erection, resting painfully against his left thigh. 

“What did I say, sweetness?” His voice held a sultry tone as his hands found her hips, pulling her fully flush against him; trapping her hand between their bodies.  She stroked her fingers over his length the best she could as her eyes met his; a warning look to proceed with caution spreading across his features. 

“I’m not doing anything.” She mumbled, averting her gaze from his face. He chuckled lowly, reaching a hand up to grasp her chin. He pulled her head in his direction, watching as her eyes fluttered shut; a mischievous giggle bubbling up from her chest as a smile tugged at her lips. 

“What was that, baby?” He mumbled, peppering kisses across her cheeks. Soft giggles escaped her as she broke from his grasp, making her way over to the record player, carefully placing the arm onto the record. A groan escaped him as he adjusted the way he was positioned, turning on his heel. 

“You left me.” He whined, closing the distance between them. Shaking his arms around her middle as he hooked his chin over her shoulder. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, squishing her cheek against his. 

“The quiet was driving me mad.” She giggled, her eyes fluttering shut as the soft tune of John Denver began dancing through the air once more. Josh chuckled, turning his head to press a soft kiss to her cheek as he began to sway their bodies to the music. 

“If you wanted me to keep singing to you, you should have just asked.” Her hands rested against his, intertwining their fingers together as he tugged and gently spun her around to face him. She let her arms snake around his midsection, his coming to rest on her shoulders as he began singing along to ‘Higher Ground’

“Maybe it's just the freedom that I've found

Given the possibility, of living up to the dream in me, you know I'll be reaching for higher ground.” 

A soft smile caressed her lips as she leaned her head back, resting her chin against his sternum. He looked at her down his nose, tilting his head just enough to press a soft kiss to her forehead. His arms slid down hers, his hands resting just above her ass as he began swaying them to the soft tunes. 

“What is higher ground, hm?” She questioned, her eyes finally meeting his as she slid her hands up under the hem of his shirt. His gaze wandered, falling on the bay window to his right, watching as the droplets of water raced each other. His shoulders raised in a soft shrug, absentmindedly leaning down to press a second kiss to her forehead. Her eyes fluttered shut at the contact, scratching her nails over the expanse of his lower back. His body shook gently as a shiver danced up his spine. 

“I mean we have everything with the band that we never thought we’d have, like one minute we’re playing in a garage the next we’re playing Madison Square and I don’t understand how the hell that all happened.” A smile spread across her face, reveling in the feeling of his muscles dancing over her as his hands moved theatrically behind her while he spoke. 

“And you. You changed my perspective on everything. It was almost like the fear of domestication completely melted away and my natural instincts took over. I’ve never felt this way before, like sure I’d admire the boys with their partners but I never saw a partner in my future let alone the near future. And now? Now I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you; y’know picket fence, maybe a rose garden, put a baby in you, everything that comes with loving someone with their whole being.” 

His shoulders raised in another shrug, hands dancing through the air behind her back as he spoke, something she loved about him. Her eyes stayed glued to his, a glint of something he couldn’t put his fingers on playing through them.

“What?” He giggled, the sound high pitched and painful in her ears. A wince crossed her features, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth as she pulled her nails sharply across his back. A sheepish grin spread across his face, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose as a mumbled ‘sorry’ slipped past his lips.  

“What was that last part?” She asked, cocking her head to the side as his eyes wandered. 

“Hmm, a picket fence?” His smile grew broader, breaking from her grasp. Tilting her head to the opposite side she giggled, the smile never leaving her face. 

“No, the other last part.” The anticipatory giggle that slipped past her caused a soft blush to bloom across his cheeks. Bringing his hand to his face he tapped his finger against his pursed lips. 

“Ohhh, you mean the rose garden? I think my mom would be a big help with that. She loves her rose bushes.” A mischievous grin spread across his face, his tone dripping with excitement as she began tapping her foot against the floor. 

“Though a rose garden would be nice it wouldn’t cause you to be all flustered. Wanna try again, gorgeous? I’ve heard the third times the charm.” 

Josh’s eyes rolled back, his lids fluttering shut as he took a step towards her, hoping she’d close the distance between them. His cock twitched in his pants, the mere thought of having to repeat a secret he never should have shared excited him. Pulling in a deep breath through his nose he took another step towards her, holding his arms out in front of him beckoning her towards him. 

“I said, Iwannaputababyinyou.” he rushed the sentence out as quickly as he could, cheeks turning the brightest shade of red she’d ever seen his face turn. With her bottom lip nestled between her teeth she closed the distance, wrapping her arms around his neck as his enclosed around her middle; tugging her closer before his hands quickly found purchase on her hips and held her flush against him. 

“Put a baby in me then, Kiszka.” She challenged, toying with the delicate gold hoop he had pierced through his ear lobe, shivers dancing down his spine at both the gentle contact and the words that slipped past her lips. 

“Oh yeah?” Josh bent at the waist, sliding his hands down around her thighs hoisting her up as he stood to his full height. Giggles escaped her as she wrapped her legs around him, keeping herself securely in place as he padded down the hallway towards the bedroom. She let her head fall to his shoulder, pressing soft opened mouth kisses to his neck as his pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, collecting himself as he kicked the slightly ajar bedroom door fully open. 

“Strip.” The command slipped past his lips a bit harsher than he intended it to, smacking his hands against her ass - a bit of contact he knew drove her crazy - as she quickly unraveled herself from him, sliding her legs to the floor. Her hands found his chest, pushing him back lightly while she bent at the waist slightly, shimmying her shoulders. His eyes were lidded, wringing his hands out in front of him as he watched her movements. 

They were calculated movements, dragging her hands up her sides painstakingly slow as she cupped her breasts, a breathy giggle escaping her as his head fell back slightly. Her hands danced back down her sides as she straightened her back out, crossing at her waist as she lifted the bottom of her shirt just enough for a sliver of skin to peek through. Josh took another step back raking his eyes over her figure as his mind caught up with his body, she was going to drag this out for as long as possible. 

She saw the glint in his eye, the way his gaze changed from flirty and mischievous to  lust and hunger filled. His hands balled into fists at his sides as she rid her shirt - not before slowing peeling it up off of her torso, a high pitched giggle escaping her as her face lit up. He shook his head, bottom lip nestled tightly between his teeth as he unraveled a fist, gently palming at his erection through his pants. 

“Aht, aht, that’s my job.” She cooed, pulling the straps of her bra off of her shoulders, letting the cups fall loosely around her breasts. A pout formed on his lips as he moved his hand back by his side curling it back into a fist as he watched her unclasp her bra and toss it to the floor. 

“Good boy.” The small slip of praise had his breath catching in his throat, swallowing down a moan that bubbled up in his chest quickly. His eyes rolled back, nails digging into his palms as he tried to compose himself. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, fighting the urge to reach out and touch her.

She turned her back to him, shaking her ass as she shot an innocent smile over her shoulder. Slipping his hands in his pockets with a shake of his head he stepped closer to her, rutting his hips forward against her. Bent slightly she rubbed her ass against him, nothing but a tease as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans. 

“You go any slower I may be so inclined as to rip these jeans off of you; and I’d hate to be the one to ruin your favorite jeans.” Josh cooed, hooking his chin over her shoulder pressed cheek to cheek. A mischievous giggle escaped her, rolling her hips back as she wiggled out of her jeans. Josh groaned as her bare ass filled his line of sight, losing the battle within himself as he slid his hands out of his pockets gripping both of her ass cheeks hard enough to leave bruises. 

She gasped,  a breathy giggle escaping her as he kneaded her ass, his fingers digging into the flesh causing a satisfying pain. His mouth was on her neck, wet kisses sprinkling the surface as he ground his clothed erection into her, the softest moan slipping past his lips. 

“No panties? You left the house without panties? Naughty girl.” He growled out, snaking his hand around her hip as he slowly danced it towards her core, the one place he knew she wanted him the most. His fingers danced across her thigh, his nails trailing red marks as he scratched his way down the junction of her hip. A satisfied hiss slipping past her lips as his finger brushed gently against her clit. 

A low chuckle slipped past Josh’s lips as he slid his fingers between her folds, biting down on her shoulder as he collected her wetness on his fingers. Her back arched slightly, pushing her ass harder against his dick as he began slowly swirling the pad of his middle finger around her clit. A shuddering breath shook her shoulders as she leaned forward, resting her hands against the bed. 

He withdrew his hand, straightening his back as he brought his right hand down against her ass in a sickening crack. A loud gasp escaped her as she collapsed forward into the bed. He soothed his hand over the already reddening mark, a chuckle bubbling up his throat. 

“Get up there.” He mumbled, a gentle tap delivered to each cheek as she pulled her knees up onto the bed. Josh took a step back, fully admiring the view as he quickly stripped his own clothes off. She slowly made her way to the top of the bed, throwing herself onto her back in a full dramatic show; throwing her arm over her eyes as she let her legs fall open.

A low whistle slipped past his parted lips, reaching down to envelope his dick in his hand stroking it lazily a few times before settling on the bed between her legs. He placed hot opened mouth kisses against her inner thigh, hooking his arms up under her thighs as his gaze focused on her. A stream of cool air flitting across her clit, her back arching slightly as he pressed a feather light kiss to her clit.

She forced her eyes open, gaze landing on him as he studied her. His eyes glued to her core as a smug little smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. His eyes snapped up to hers, watching her intently as he pressed forward flattening his tongue against her and licked a stripe up her, flicking the tip of his tongue against her clit.

“Oh,” she sighed, her back arching slightly as he gauged her reaction. That smug smirk never leaving his lips as he went back for more. 

He closed his lips around her sucking on her clit as he slipped his middle finger into her smoothly, her back arching fully off of the bed. Shaking his head slightly he pulled a moan from deep within her chest, slowly beginning to pump his finger into her at a deliciously slow pace. 

“Gorgeous,” she tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging it at the root as his tongue danced in slow circles around her clit, her breath catching in her throat as his tongue came into contact with a particularly sensitive spot. 

He rutted his hips into the mattress chasing the friction that his body craved. A hum of pleasure slipped past his lips, shooting straight to her core. A loud moan escaped her as pleasure shot straight into her stomach. He raised an eyebrow, his hips slowing their motions as he elicited soft moan from his chest, the vibration of the simple noise sending her body into a frenzy. 

She clenched around his fingers, back arching once more as she fought to keep her legs open; thigh muscles burning. A string of profanities escaped her, his name mixed in as a coil of pleasure began building  in her stomach. 

Josh pulled back, quickening the pace of his fingers as he watched her. A soft whine slipped past her lips at the loss of his mouth but her body betrayed her, clenching around his fingers once more as he curled them upwards; hitting the spot inside her only he knew how to find. 

“You like that, sweet girl? Hmm? Gonna give it to me?” His lower register revealed itself again, earning himself another moan of his name as he placed his other hand on her, thumb rubbing quick tight circles into her clit. Her breathing quickened, a nod of her head the only thing she could muster as she bit down hard on her bottom lip, her fingers tangling in his curls and yanking. 

He slowed his fingers to a near halt, slowly pressing in and pulling out of her. Her breath hitched in her throat, balling her hand into a fist before bringing it down forcefully against the bed next to her. A low chuckle escaped him as he pulled his fingers out of her, bringing them up to his mouth. Her eyes snapped open, meeting his quickly as he slowly took her fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them fully savoring the taste of her arousal. 

Her chest heaved as she clenched her thighs together, trying to chase the friction she so badly craved. Josh shook his head, placing a hand on each of her knees as he pried her legs apart, eyes falling to observe her. A guttural groan escaping him as his cock twitched, fighting the urge to buck his hips into nothing. 

“Use your words, Princess.” A devilish grin spread across his face as her eyes rolled back, her back arching up off of the bed at the sound of his words. Her vision was clouded as her eyes landed on him once more, pulling in a deep breath. 

“I need you, now.” It was more of a demand than a statement. He chuckled lowly, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin of her thigh. 

“What exactly do you need?” He drawled, knew full well what he was doing to her. She swallowed hard, steadying her breathing as her gaze bore into his, the clear mischief dancing behind his golden amber irises enough to send her spiraling. 

“Put a baby in me, gorgeous.” The sentence rolled off her tongue easier than she ever expected. That cocky smirk he loved to torture her with tugging at his lips as he pulled himself up onto all fours, planting his hands on either side of her head. 

She reached down between them, wrapping her petite hand around his girth, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his dick in her hand. She didn’t hesitate, guiding the head of his dick along her slit, gathering her wetness before lining him up with her entrance. 

His brow raised, a silent question of consent as her eyes met his, a slight nod of her head all the permission he needed. Pushing his hips forward he teased her entrance, gently dipping the tip of his dick into her. He focused on her face as he slowly pushed into her, taking pride in the way her eyes rolled back and the sharp intake of breath she pulled through her teeth. 

Josh stilled his movements as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down closer to her as she adjusted to his size; a curt nod of her head signaling and a soft kiss pressed to his forehead signaling him to continue. He leaned down, taking her taut nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud as he slowly started to pull back.

The sigh that slipped past her lips as he glided back in only egging him on as he quickly found a steady rhythm. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, opened mouth kisses leaving a trail of pink marks in their wake. He could feel her clench around him as he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot on her neck, focusing all of his attention on it when she began digging her nails into his back; scratching his skin raw as she raked them down his back. 

A string of profanities slipped past her lips as he slipped his hands beneath her ass, angling her body just right to drive her to the edge, hitting that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. Her breath caught in her throat as she sunk her teeth into his shoulder, the coil of pleasure in her stomach threatening to snap at any moment. 

“Gonna cum all over my dick like a good girl?” He grunted, hips beginning to lose their rhythm as his high approached. A loud guttural groan escaping his throat as she spasmed around him. He made quick work of slipping his hand between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit and swirling quick tight circles against it. 

His name fell from her lips like a mantra as her orgasm washed over her, the way she clenched around him too much for him as he rutted his hips into her faster, an animalistic moan escaping him as he crashed into his peak.

“Goddamn it, Sweetness. That’s it, give me it all. You feel so good milking me like that.” His voice was feather light, talking her through her orgasm; his own nerves heightened as his confidence waned. 

“So good, so good.” He whispered, his hips shuddering to a stop as he collapsed on top of her. Her fingers danced across his back, tracing shapes absentmindedly into his sweat slick skin. He peppered soft kisses to her cheeks chest heaving as he came down from his high. 

He pushed himself up to hover over her, his arms slightly weak as he held his weight. Her eyes fluttered open, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. A wide grin spread across his face as he slowly pulled out of her, quickly snatching a fire tissues off of her bedside table. 

“I got it.” She giggled, reaching for the tissues. Josh shook his head, holding them up just out of her reach as a pout danced across her lips. 

He made quick work of cleaning her up, disposing of the tissues in the bedside trash can before focusing on cleaning himself up. She reached for him, wanting nothing more than the familiar weight of his body laid across hers, pressing her firmly into the mattress. 

A soft chuckle escaped him as he laid across her, hooking his leg across hers as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. She carded her fingers through his now damp hair, the curls all but falling out of his hair as she tugged at it gently. A satisfied groan slipped past his lips as his breathing steadied, sleep threatening to over take him.  A yawn slipped past her lips, scratching lazily at his scalp. 

“Hey Gorgeous?” She cooed, tilting her head to look at him better. A tired groan slipped past his lips, tilting his head so she knew he was listening. 

“What’s for dinner?” A clearly annoyed whine slipped past his lips as he sunk his teeth into her neck in a playful nip. 

“You.”

[llvmos]

Hi! I have a request. Would you be alright writing some realtionship headcanons for Dalton [like “dating him would include..”]

HI! Thank you so much for the request, I had a lot of fun writing these!

Warnings: slight jealous!Dalton, NSFW content, mentions of blood and knives for NSFW section

a/n: im working on another one shot so here is thing until i finish it! i added a NSFW section under the cut for the people who are interested in that. i do write NSFW content for headcannons and maybe blurbs but not for oneshots. if you have anymore headcannons or requests you can request on my blog!

Not proofread!!

Word count: 669

!!NSFW warning under the cut!!

Dalton Lambert Headcannons

SFW !

⭑ I think we had established this in the last oneshot but mans is so clingy. If you are gone for any more than 1 day, he will spam you with texts, calls, facetime, anything to talk to you.

⭑When you would first start dating, he wouldnt really be the biggest fan of physical touch until about a month or 2 into the relationship. After that, his hands will never leave your body.

⭑He is not a PDA person, but if he sees a guy looking at you in any way he doesnt deem as respectful, he will pull you closer to him and hold your hand.

⭑I feel he would be jealous if you were assigned a male partner in class, but he doesnt say or do anything because he doesnt want to be THAT type of boyfriend.

⭑He would draw quick sketches of you in his sketch book when hes bored. Of course he wouldnt realize he was drawing you at first but once he looks at the finished sketch, he realizes.

⭑If you guys are watching a movie or hes drawing or something, he will sit in between your legs in front of you on the floor while you sit on the bed and let you braid his hair :,)

⭑OK, so backtrack to before yall are dating, he would be so clueless.

⭑You could literally kiss him and he would say something stupid because hes just THAT clueless.

“What…You…Was that in a…friendly way?”

⭑If you wear shorts when youre at his dorm, he will grab a pen or a marker, and draw on your legs.

⭑You will walk back to your dorm with drawings going from the top of your thighs alllll the way down to your shins.

⭑He is quite literally an insomniac when hes by himself at night, but when you’re around, all he wants to do is sleep.

⭑He literally just gets so slumped and will fall asleep on your shoulder within the first 5 minutes of you being there.

⭑Even though he doesnt project frequently anymore, he still has nightmares quite a bit. When he does have these nightmares, he instantly facetimes you so he can fall back asleep.

⭑Hes a cat person. His reasoning being:

“They are just there, you know? They dont jump on you and slobber on you.”

NSFW !

⭑Ok, to get it out of the way, hes a munch.

⭑Now, when he does go down on you, his hair stays down.

⭑But if he decides to put it up, it’s half up half down like in the movie. (AHHH)

⭑He absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair when he does so.

⭑He also loves leaving hickeys but only in secret spots such as collarbones, chest, stomach, etc.,

⭑Hes definitely a switch.

⭑He cant always be in control. Sometimes he just wants to BE controlled.

⭑ This man will praise you like youre something of a higher power. (ofc you are to him, he thinks you are the most beautiful. loveliest thing hes ever seen)

⭑Sometimes he will hold your hand while you guys make love. (omg i hate that term)

⭑Then other times, his hand would be around your throat instead :)

⭑Ass or tits? Nah. THIGHS!!

⭑ Dude, i cant even express how in love this man is with your thighs. He will constantly being grabbing, touching, kissing, holding, or laying on your thighs.

⭑ He also loves finishing on them.

⭑ I dont think he would be a sadist because he wouldnt EVER want to hurt you in anyway.

⭑But….

⭑He is 100% a masochist.

⭑He wants to see scratch marks, bite marks, hickeys, red marks, blood, cuts, ANYTHING on his skin when you guys are done.

⭑Now stooping into the blood and cuts topic….

⭑Knives.

⭑He wouldnt want to cut you unless you guys talked about what your comfortable with before hand.

⭑ He probably wouldnt leave lots of cuts. He probably just use the knife to ‘scare’ you. Just because the way you look at him when he puts the cold knife against your face turns him on <3

[nauticaxskids]

Heya pookie, I really love your drawings and the way you paint. Like rghh your art is just so scrumptious please don't ever die. ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠) I'm also really thankful I came across your account last year, because you and your arts were one of the inspirations I had to get back and relearn drawing again after I had an awful burnout for 2 damn years.

------- I've been meaning to ask this for a while now, but I was too embarrassed/nervous to even reach out to you. So I hope you don't mind me asking...

What materials do you use for drawing? Like what kind of paint and papers do you use?

I've been struggling to find a good art medium for a while now, I even tried acrylic markers and it didn't go so well... And tiny acrylic pens are such a pain in the aft to draw with because of how small they are lol. So it would really mean a lot...

Hello!!! I am also a fan of your account ever since you drawn Black Airachnid! Queen!!!💜💜

Anyway, sure I can list some supplies I use and the sketchbooks. They will be pricey (obviously)

Sketchbooks I always use mix media, they are sometimes good with using markers and acrylic paint. The acrylic paint on these papers don't heavily bleed through the papers but expect them to sound crunchy when you turn the page lol. The size of the books is up to you!

Some markers I use for outlining are Inklink Pen from Kingart. They come in all different sizes and help make drawings pop up with the outline. The sizes really help in case you want to outline small details without worrying if the markers bleed over it.

As for pencils, I just use plain old mechanical pencil. I used to have a set of "Artist'sLoft" fundamentals pencils that have different points (example, H2 I used for sketching since it is light while 4B is dark used for outlining or shading) In my opinion, you don't need to buy them to be honest. You can be cheap by buying mechanical pencils of a variety of points too. It's just to save money. [ You don't need a fancy one. Like the one grey mechanical pencil. I buy a whole pack, and they tend to be cheaper. Don't be like me😒]

I had used acrylic paint as I started to pick up the brush about a year or two. There are different brushes to use for acrylic (Mix Media brushes I think). I buy all of these in Walmart. However, when painting, one of my biggest pet peeves is that the paint literally dries up too fast. Also, cleaning the brushes is a pain, too. If you like painting, use the Mixed Media sketchbook.

Color pencils I brought from a pack called "H&B" but I think you can buy cheaper ones. It really only matters if you understand color theory, and then the results would be amazing regardless of the quality of the supplies. I myself am still learning🥲

As for markers, I use Dual-Tip Acrylic Markers from Pagather. They are new to me, so I'm still trying to experiment with them. They are good with the Mix Media sketchbook as they don't bleed through the pages. I so far like it. (Forgot to mention the old markers I used for the perfect Cell drawing. That one I used was azure Quality alcohol based markers. Truthfully, they're good at first. However, they dry up too fast. They are a waste of money if you tell me as they dried up for me less than a week. So I wouldn't recommend) So don't buy alcohol markers. They even bleed through the mixed media sketchbook

That's really about it I use art materials. I hope this somehow helps you, friend!💜 Don't be shy to ask me things! I'll be happy to reply when I have the time. Peace! 😁

[actualpsychicability]

Psychic Blog #1 - Channeling Artists

I channel a lot of different people. This has happened a lot over the course of my life, often unknowingly. I'm also an artist who has done art for all of my life, and the people I've channeled also have done a lot of art while channeling into me. Now that I've been more consciously doing the work of channeling, I've been asking those who channel into me to do art while they're here and sign and date it so I can keep track of the work we're all doing.

And boy howdy. Do we have a lot of different styles.

Until I became aware of the fact that i was channeling different artists, I assumed that I just had a lot of different styles and mediums I liked to work in. It was actually hard to talk about my art or get art blogs going, because I couldn't post anything consistent. My style would change so often that I wouldn't be able to show the kind of consistency that often gets attention for artists. I also had a lot of trouble doing commissions because I couldn't figure out what made me do work in one style and what made me do work in another, so I couldn't guarantee a certain type of style or detail level or even medium. It was always just according to what I felt at the time, it seemed like. I couldn't control what was happening and what art i was making. Sometimes I even switched styles mid-work and couldn't figure out why I couldn't get the whole piece to come out "right."

The worst was when I'd start a work and then be unable to finish it for weeks or even months, sometimes losing track of the WIP and not being able to finish it at all. I have many unfinished sketches done over the course of years that I'd stare at in confusion before, unsure of what had happened that hadn't allowed me to complete the work. It turns out that someone had channeled into me and been unable to come back and find the WIP and finish it. I still have some work like this, paintings and drawings and books and writing that remain unfinished, waiting for the original artist to come back and do the job. Back when I didn't know multiple artists were behind the work I was doing, I sometimes felt overwhelmed and exhausted by all the unfinished work I had, and the weight of it gave me incredibly awful art block.

Now? Now I feel incredibly grateful to have so many artists willing to come in here and share their work with me and let me have the memory of the art being made. I learn something from every artist who does artwork while channeling in me. I also get to teach people channeling into me how to do art and give them an opportunity to discover their own artistic ability. Since I've had years of professional art training, they get to skip past the boring parts where you learn to draw spheres and drill on perspective and instead they get to just start drawing what's in their head and see it happen.

it's fun to see all the different styles and also what supplies people tend towards. Eraseable versus pen, color versus black and white, paint versus marker. Collage, one-edition assembly book projects, sculptures, objects in the house that become decorated and customized with painted designs. Even a whole decorated Christmas tree.

All three of these pictures are by different artists. The leftmost one is the only one that I actually drew. The others are by guest artists who left behind something beautiful after they stayed with me awhile. And that's something I'm still having feelings about, will probably be having feelings about forever. There's something about someone doing art and being part of their making art that means a whole lot to me and really makes me feel complete as a person. It also just feels like a service I did for others, that I helped the world in some way.

I still have a lot to learn about this aspect of psychic ability and about artistic ability itself--where it comes from, how it's developed, what fundamental skills a person has to be drilled in versus what skills can be passed to them via this interesting form of transference. There's experiments that have been started when it comes to if these skills can truly be exported out of me--if someone can channel into me, do art, and then go back to their body or to another body and be able to do art in there. It's much different than AI art that sort of just copies an artist's style and regurgitates an imitation of their work. Every artist that channels into me has a different and unique style, a different creative process, different motivations and needs as artists. There's no way to know what to expect from any of them, because they're all real artists.

And sometimes, I get to be the art school.

[ghostcat96]

What I got for Christmas!

Candy

Sour Skittles

Raspberry Twists

Grape Sherbert Fizz Stix

Giant candy cane

Warheads Galactic Mix Cubes

2 Starbursts red flavours only

Sweetarts

Twizzlers

Nerds

Lindor milk mint

Sour Spiders

Fredo Frogs Strawberry (in the fridge)

Strawberry Laffy Taffy (in the fridge)

Fidget Toys and Sensory Stuff

Axolotl Slime

Dragon fidget thing

Pink weird thing

Squishy

Axolotl squishy thing

2 balls filled with beeds

Fidget bracelet

Art Supplies

Big Sharpie Set

Skintone Sharpie Set

Blending Pencil

White and Black Sharpie Set

Brush Sharpie Set

Sketch Book

Digital Coloring Guide

Fancy Pencils

Wax Pencils

2 coloring books

A thing to put my markers that isn't built yet

Stationary

Erasable Pens

A pen that's a red, blue, black pen, and grayled pencil all in one

2 pencils

Another erasable pen

Electric pencil sharpner

Books

The Enciclopedia of The Weird and Wonderful by Milo Rossi

Sharks of The World A Complete Guide

History of The World Map by Map

Clothes

Technoblade winter shirt

Technoblade winter socks

Technoblade winter Sticker (not clothes but goes with the other Technoblade stuff)

Lion King Pjammas

DnD Stuff

Cool Dice that look like they have eyes in them (from my Aunt)

A notebook for character making

Dungeon map design thing

A cool locket with the kraken on it that has mini dice in it

DnD Pocket Expert

A thing to roll dice in (from my Aunt)

Stuffed Animals

Red Panda

Bread

[thatwritterbeach]

Hugs and soul string tugs .4

Dick Grayson x reader romantic Jason Todd x reader romantic

Dick Grayson x Jason platonic Tim Drake x reader platonic

Summary: Bruce and Alfie get adopted by the soulmate bonds

warnings: blood, conon typ' violence, rejection, soul sickness (soulmates au ) angst, unedited,

A/N: I do not own dc

Much to Damian's annoyance, and everyone else's worry, she was still none verbal-ish nearly a week later. She seemed to only have a few words, mostly calling Damian 'baby' and the others by their names. Damian was adjusting better than anyone had hoped, more so do to the fact he couldn't stray too far without the bond making him ache, and the poor boy wasn't used to the feeling so he was loath to experience it. He had snuck out once and dealt with a few thugs and she's been tugging so aggressively at the bond he couldn't focus so he gave up and headed back to the manor.

"What would you like for supper this evening young master Damian?" In response Damian looked to Y/n who was currently ( for the last five hours) attached to him, she had him propped up on her hip like a child and had refused to put him down. 

"How about pizza, we can help with the dough," she said bouncing him lightly to put him on her back.  (Damian is 12 ish because I said so)

"That's a wonderful idea miss, I shall start the dough to rise," Alfred said then headed off. 

"Want to go read or something baby," she asked, weaving through the halls.

"May we go outside?"

"Of course."

Dick joined them some time later, under a large tree with coloring books and sketch books. Damian was drawing the nature scene in front of them and y/n was coloring a unicorn with a sparkly pen.

"Wow, I can see the realism," he commented snatching her coloring page and holding it to the light in mock consideration. They'd discovered that Damian wasn't a fan of people commenting on his drawing, calling his work of arts mere doodles, and being displeased with the way most of them turn out. He only sketched in y/n's presence but today he allowed Richard a quick peak before shooting over and angling the page away.

"There's a Pegasus page," she teased flipping to it and tearing it out for him. She only had one clip board so she set it on top of the book itself and patted the ground between her and Damian.  He sat with a smile and picked up a green marker to start coloring in the mane.

"Green?"

"Yep," he said picking up a pink marker for the body.

"Are you color blind, Grayson?"

"No, baby bat, just like colors," he said ruffling the kid's hair. Damian batted his hand away and huffed, but grabbed a purple pen and started coloring in his flowers.

"So I hear we're having pizza..."

"It was not my suggestion." 

"Have you ever had pizza?"

"Tt, what a foolish question."

"That's not an answer, baby bat, but don't worry you'll love it, it's a large flat bread with tomato sauce, cheese and any other topping you want! I like pineapple on mine but everyone makes fun of me for it. Tim likes Canadian bacon, onions and artichoke hearts," he paused to shudder," we have all kinds of topping for you choose from until you find what you love!"  ( Damian didn't eat pizza with the league fight me)

"I just like cheese sometimes," y/n said adding a heavy black outline to her picture.

"I do not have food preferences I simply eat for fuel."

"That's ok, just tell us if you don't like something, or it doesn't agree with your stomach," she leaned around Dick and fake whispered," Dick here is actually lactose intolerant but he likes to pretend he isn't while he's eating." Dick gasped in mock offense and fell backwards like he'd been shot.

"How dare you accuse me of such a terrible ailment, I have no such thing!"

"Right cuz I don't get phantom stomach pains for hours after you eat," she said with an eye roll gathering the coloring supplies. He grabbed her hand before she could stand up.

"I didn't know you could feel that," he said sadly, a not quite pout on his face.

"Dick, it's ok honey, I know you love your cheese."

"But I love you more-" Damian made a gagging sound and they both shot him a look.

"We love you too, Dami baby," she cooed. 

He tutted and helped  her to her feet then extended a hand to Dick. He felt them both tug out some nonsense on the bonds but he'd refused to learn the ridiculous language, other than the ; I love you'. The pretender Drake had given him a sheet with the words and phrases they'd coded out. Drake was annoying, he tried to speak with Damian constantly though the bond, in tugs and pauses that were surely outlined on the paper and he seemed upset when Damian would only respond to verbal questions. Y/n would send him a disappointed frown and he would stomp off to train until he felt more in control. Richard was content to let him go at his own pace, happy with quick tugs of a love you, throughout the day, never expecting it in return. Todd was...different, having spent time with the league he seemed to give Damian more leniency on some things (if Damian wanted to sleep next to y/n he got to, if Todd was getting ready to shower in the cave but Damian arrived he would wait, if Damian ate his food a bit faster than the others Todd would give him some of his own) but on other things he seemed to push more, expect and demand more ( when Damian refused to do his math homework because it had been an insult, so far below his level of genius Todd had forced him into a chair and handed him a pencil with very clear instruction 'finish the work, and I'll talk to Bruce about skipping some grades'  when Damian had snapped at Alfred for something todd had picked him up by the back of his hoodie and dropped him to the ground demanding several dozen push ups) 

Y/n was...nice, an oddity in his already strange new world. She treated him both as a son and a sibling, being a mother figure without the harshness of his real mother. When he injured himself during training instead of scolding him for screwing up she fussed over the small amount of blood and used his sword to slice the dummy in half ( which he did not know she could do) she'd cleaned up the small wound and sent him to the showers so they could cuddle. The next day he came down to a training sword, a dull useless stick! He'd yelled at father and pennyworth and the other's but they only laughed at him! Laughed! Saying he would get it back when she felt he wouldn't be injured and that he would never find her hiding spot. Apparently Drake was still missing a set of throwing stars. He'd yet to sleep alone if she wasn't there, then Grayson was, eager for cuddles and snuggles and just smothering Damian in general. 

Father was warming up to him it seemed. Damian understood he was a shock to the man who already had a full brood. And with the way they found out about him...his standoff-ish-ness was to be expected, but the others stopped him from avoiding Damian, insisting they all spend time together. And Y/n had locked them in a room together the second day until they spoken for at least an hour. 

By the time he'd finished his musing they'd all made it inside to start the pizza making. With hands freshly washed and gloved (y/n hated the dough under her nails) they all set about rolling out several medium sized discs. Jason was called to fire up the outdoor pizza oven and Bruce was given strict instructions to not touch anything. Damian settled on a heavy layer of veggies with some hamburger. (he's not vegetarian yet y'all he hasn't been on that mission)

"Yours looks really good," Bruce said to Damian when their pies had been set on the counter. 

"It's inadequate and not nearly as round as it should be."

"Take the compliment kid, mine's a square," Jason said using a pizza cutter to make his into smaller squares. He'd opted for a cookie sheet instead of a round pizza pan so he could be heavier with his toppings. 

"It only matters how it tastes, not how it looks," Dick said with heart, digging into his Hawaiian pizza. Everyone was eating at the island, bar stools scattered around and elbows on the surface. Alfred's eye twitched every few minutes from the mess but the smile on his face was genuine. All his little ducks were home, safe and sound and a few new ones.

"An astute reasoning master Richard."

"Thanks Alfie, and it wouldn't be true without your incredible cooking, we just made vague shapes."  Alfred gave a nod and continued to eat his pizza with a fork. 

(I'm sorry y'all I'm watching British cartoons and there's a frog crying about his magic puddle, so I'm splitting my focus here)

"What about a new baby," y/n asked all the sudden, giving everyone present a heart attack.

"You're not," Jason started.

"You haven't Dick began.

"NO, no, I just umm, pretty sure I...I think I feel another soul bond forming is all. It's not with Bruce of Alfred, least I don't think so..."

"What are you," Damian accused, face twisted in disgust. "Must you collect everything?"

"I'm sorry, can't stop it." 

Jason and Dick looked ready to burst so she turned to Bruce with a raised brow and tugged on the forming bond. he flinched.

"Ouch, is that always how your love feels," he asked, rubbing his chest.

"It hurts?" 

"It burned," he supplied.

"yeah, that's our Y/n, you learn to love it," Dick said with heart eyes, mildy peeved he would have to share again. 

"At this rate we're a damn pack," Jason griped, rolling his own eyes and tugging on the bond he could now feel leading to Bruce. Bruce flinched and Jason smirked. Dick gate his own little tug and Bruce sucked in a breath, then Tim, then Damian and finally Y/n and he got that burning sensation again. Like he was both surrounded and drowning in love, forcing it's way down his throat and into his ears, his heart lurching and singing, soul screaming in bliss. He hit the floor. 

"Huh," Alfred said, looking down at the man," I believe I also feel the bond and I rather love it." They all tugged I love you's to Alfred and he beamed giving each one a tug back. "This is rather nice, do you always burn this bright my dear," he asked her directly. Again it was Dick who answered.

"She's always the sun, warm, inviting, pure energy and love. Is somebody gonna get him or..." 

"I believe Master Bruce is capable of standing, I fear he's just...overwhelmed."

"I was," Tim chimed in, his mouth full of pizza," I thought I was in a furnace, the feeling was both amazing and horrible at the same time."

"But he has the Cat, shouldn't he be more used to the bond?"

"Sweaty, you're...different-in a good way! Everything about you is...intense," Jason tried (and failed) to explain.

"What he's trying to say is your love is different then others, it's so much stronger, poor Bruce is only used to one bond, he just gained six, including Alfred, and we all sent a bit of love, maybe not Jay, but the rest of us. Alfred is already easier with his emotions, he knows we love him, I don't think Bruce believed it." Everyone looked down when Bruce began to wake up. He propped himself up against the cabinets and took a few shaky breaths. When he was stable he stood and enveloped her in a hug.

"I know I wasn't kind to you at the beginning but thank you so so much for bringing me my children back, and allowing me a place in your circle. I'm honored," he said tugging gently at the bond and gasping when she tugged back. If she was this free with her love to him he can't imagine how loved his sons must feel, no wonder they stay so close. Selina was loving but she didn't make a habit of communicating through the bond, it would take some getting used to, but when Damian gave a hesitant tug he knew he would stop at nothing to master the language. He released her to pull each of his sons to him, ruffling their hair and patting them on the back until he got to Alfred, the old man had tears in his eyes but the soft smile assured him they were happy.

"I never imagined I'd have such a large family, it's an honor to share them with you, dad." 

Alfred burst into tears and gathered the much larger man to his chest. 

________________________________________________________________________

"I have a question," Jason asked Dick one morning after their coffee.

"Uh oh."

"So we all love her. You and I a bit more so and I was just wondering....how would you feel about sharing," he cringed at his own phrasing. 

"We already share..."

"I mean genius," he paused for a dramatic eye roll," you and I take turns taking it out for dates and such, we've slacked off on wooing her and I don't want her to feel like we've given up on loving her past the bond. You two were getting pretty close before I came back, and I know I screwed shit up and she doesn't have to marry me or anything I just...I love her and I want her to know it's not just because of the bond, even without it I would...granted I never would have found her, but regardless-"

"I get it little wing, I wouldn't have met her either. I get it I love her just as much as you do, and I know she loves us."

"That I do," she said popping up behind them on the path. 

"Holy shit! When did you learn to move quietly?"

"Baby Dami's been teaching me," she explained rocking back and forth with her hands behind her back.

"That's nice, honey," Dick commented scooping her up to spin her around. Instead of putting her back down on the ground, he maneuvered her so Jason could carry her on his back. They changed direction to head over to one of the fancy, but uncomfortable, benches in the manor gardens and he eased her down to sit on it. She brought her legs up and grabbed each of their hands in her own when they sat next to her. 

"I think we should start going out. Individually, we could set days or just go on a whim. I don't know about all of us being seen in public together it might cause some backlash. But you both are welcome to kisses anytime in private. I know I've been a bit out of it, with the new bonds I was just overwhelmed and living off instinct. But I feel better now, great even, and would like to move to the next stage of...this, whatever it may be. I only ask that we be sure to split out time, I can't be away from the babies too long," she explained referring to Tim and Damian. 

"No, of course, we want to make sure everyone stays healthy. Maybe in a few more weeks when everyone can stand to be away for longer we can go on full dates, how do you feel about some shorter coffee dates," Dick asked.

"That sounds great," she agreed sending joy through the bond.

and they all lived happily ever after until I think of something else to add

@stormz369 girl I know this is all over the place if you have any ideas or requests on where this should go lmk, the next chapter will be fluffy dates

[mithclearwell]

Just out of curiouse, do you have any tips for beginner artists? I would really appreciate one

Of course! ^-^ I'm more than happy to help!

Let's see...without the ability to have a conversation, I'm not sure where exactly you are in skill level, so I guess I'll start with some basic quality-of-life tips.

General:

You don't have to go to college to get good at art. I didn't go to art school!

Watch youtube videos from good artists, or those you admire!

What kind of art do you ultimately want to produce? This isn't an instance of "I can only pick one thing", it's more like...each type of art requires different skills, and if you know ahead of time what you want to do FIRST, you can narrow down what you have to learn.

learn proper sketching and use of circles and other shapes to build the figure, don't just jump in making the final lines right away! It's not a "cheat", it's proper technique. It's "caring about your work".

Same for references. Google up some images of what you want to draw and look at them while you draw your own picture. It's not only okay, it's what professionals do. You need to train your EYE as well as your hand.

It's okay to mimic styles you like! But be aware that each artist may stretch or squish or exaggerate proportions to fit what they personally like to see. This is why it's IMPERATIVE that you learn realism alongside any manga style you want to try. Once you learn where the eyes sit on the face, the different facial planes and what bones they relate to, and different sizes and builds for the face, you can then manga them up to any style you want!

For real paper:

Use a protector sheet, or wear a glove on your drawing hand. You want to make sure you don't get graphite or colored pencil on the side of your hand, and then smear it on your drawing. Placing a piece of paper under your hand will protect your work!

Don't touch your art with your fingertips. Fingertips have oil and gunk on them, and will smudge your drawing. (If you're working with charcoal, this could work to your advantage! But you're probably not using charcoal. It's messy and usually limited to college art students.)

Get the right tools! You can buy a small eraser set in the art section of Wal-Mart for like $3 -- it has a polymer eraser, a smaller white eraser, and the all-important KNEADED ERASER. This thing can be squished and torn apart and it'll pick up graphite like a champ! Do not bother with hard pink erasers, they're trash.

You don't need special paper to learn. I used to draw on the backs of my dad's extra math photocopy papers. Copy paper is smooth and not too fussy and I like it. "Sketch pads" usually have a rougher grain, and I hate the way the paper feels. Also there's a lot of ugly white spots when you try to shade or use colored pencils. Only use that if you're keeping a cute little book or using pastel crayons or something (or it's all you have). Don't fuss over it too much while you're learning. It won't make much difference until you're ready to specialize!

Blending stumps are cool and even pros use them.

Get a small electric pencil sharpener. They're less than $10 at places like Dollar General, and those stores are literally everywhere.

If you get a manual sharpener in an "art set", that's fine, too, but it hurts my hand to do it manually. I like the ones that have little covers.

It DOES matter what kind of ink pen you use. Gel pens will smear. Most markers are washable, and you better believe they will run at the first hint of moisture. India Ink also smears and runs with water. I recommend Sakura Micron pens, Zig Mangaka pens, or my favorite --- the Kuretaki Bimoji felt tip brush pen. You can get all that on Amazon, and it's like $6. I got the superfine tip.

LET YOUR INK DRY BEFORE YOU PUT MARKERS OR WATERCOLOR OR ANYTHING AT ALL OVER IT. It takes maybe 20 minutes.

If you don't plan to color it, you CAN draw with a ball point pen and it'll look just fine.

Do a tiny little water streak test with any markers you plan to use with watercolor. Just brush a tiny bit of water over the mark after it's dry to see if it bleeds. I use that bleed to my advantage sometimes, but you just gotta be aware of what's what.

Digital:

You can buy a small, cheap tablet from HUION for less than $40. MAKE THE INVESTMENT. IT'S WORTH IT.

Clip Studio Paint is EXCELLENT. Well worth the $50-$60 price tag. I think you can try it before you buy it, too. It gives you access to the Asset Store -- which is the single greatest artistic sharing tool I have EVER seen, and I've used SAI for ...probably a decade... I've used dozens of custom brushes and even made my own, and I just can't even believe what is available with CSP. Do yourself a favor and get it.

"But I can't use a tablet! I can't look at a screen while I draw!" Yes you can. YES you can. Yes you can, if you'll just try it. "but I tried once and it didn't work" Well YEAH, if you only tried a handful of times, OF COURSE it didn't work. Do you know what practice is? HUION screen tablets are over $300!!!!! Do you have that kind of disposable income lyin around? (plz donate some to me if you do lololjk =u=; )

Start saving a folder full of refs.

Ask people to tell you what to draw. Let them request something for free. This makes you draw things you wouldn't normally draw, and there is INCREDIBLE value in stepping outside of your comfort zone. You will level up in no time.

Whew...that covers most of the basics, I think. If you have something specific you want me to go into more detail on, please let me know! I love helping ;w;

[arainmorn-art]

I'm in a mood to talk about my art As I still have this artist ask .

1. Show your most recent wip

2. 5 favourites of your own work?

Hmmmmmmmmmm. That's a tough question. I guess we should exclude Deciphering x)

This spread page from Facade. It was cathartic to draw.

Steelhooves sketch portrait from 2015, Fallout Equestria fanart. I still don't know how I made this undead ghoul eye so cool only with white marker and felt pens x)

My old OCs, Bates and Luvi. The longest project of my own, about 10 years in the making - aaaaaaaaaaand if I'll return to it, there should be tons and tons of revisions.

Another OC, a chubby android girl Genivieve

Centaur deer 3. Least favourite things to draw?

Legs, ugh. I try to draw them as quick as possible and stop thinking about them.

4. Favourite things to draw? Answered it twice already: bing and bang

5. Anything you haven’t drawn yet but want to?

Actually it would be nice to draw a classic medieval fantasy. I also like an idea about drawing Slavic folklore.

6. Which artists inspire you right now? Oh gosh, Riccardo Federici. This man, oh, he is a master of academic classic drawing and painting in dark fantasy comic book. Just take a look at his Saria series.

7. Favourite works of all time excluding your own?

Ooooooooh man, this question is even worse. I love so many artists... okay, let's try to find out. ...And I think I know what I should show you. Art is not only pictures, isn't it? - Arcanum OST

Words can not describe how much I love this OST. I love the game too, of course, but gosh, this music. This somber feeling of a slow dying. Echoes of a long gone past. Faces, feelings, thoughts lost in time. It takes your heart, fills it with a fading magic and crumbles it in its old metal hand.

- The Longest Journey I love this game to death. I played it when I was 15 for the first time - and since then I replay it almost every year. It's magical. I don't care how old it is, I don't like sequels, I hate what creators made with my beloved April - this game is so deep in my heart it will never go away. I love it with a burning passion.

8. What do you like most about your own work?

Answered it here

9. What are you currently trying to improve?

I really should improve my anatomy, but it's soooooooo boring to me. What I'm currently improving is background painting. I work as concept artist right now, so I need it.

10. What’s that one thing that inspired you to make drawing your consistant hobby?

That one thing... Creating a feeling in my art - and sharing this feeling with others. There also is a storytelling, but, I guess, feeling comes first.

Other 13 questions will be next time.

[downfallofi]

That doesn't sound bad. That's only disappointing if it disappoints you. What kind of stuff do you tend to sketch if I may ask? Also might've been low key seeing if you play video games that I could invite you to play.

Ah, you know, thank you for this. 🥹 they are my hobbies, and I need to learn not to minimize them or apologize for liking them. (Old habits, it comes with growing up the way I did and being told that liking comic books and Star Wars and "living in a fantasy world" was making me weak) But yeah I mean. It's not disappointing to like reading, or art, or video games, nor does it make someone a loser.

(I need to remember that)

I love to draw all kinds of things, I have a sketchpad filled with stuff from reference/still life, I like practicing drawing flowers, I actually sometimes like drawing smut/ shibari and if I ever actually posted that online I'd tag the models I referenced... not even in a horny way but there's something wonderful I find in shibari or fetish stuff artists that they challenge you, in drawing in a pen and ink medium, to workshop how you adapt poses, musculature, lighting, all that stuff.

And I have a lot of superheroes.

When I was a kid, all the way up to about 17, I wanted to be a graphic novelist, make my own comics that were like just my teenaged brain firing off ideas I'd sponged up from a lot of X-Men and a LOT of Toonami. I didnt go on to become a comics artist, in fact, due to being discouraged by my dad and others (...but, well, my dad) I sort of came to the conclusion it was childish ("cute lil cartoons," they were derisively called) and let my gift atrophy. I drew nothing.

So in coming back to it, slowly over the last... ten years? Ive gotten back in to art.

It's not the same as it was. Sadly, it can't be, that fire I had when I was young was well. Stomped out.

So I cant make panels, and I struggle with transition and movement from one panel to the next to make a story flow, and sometimes it feels like I draw OTHER people's heroes like Spider-Man like I'm a fucking cover band at a dive bar playing KISS.

But I've still worked on it, and grown a lot over those last ten years, and found a peace in it that yeah, idk, maybe it isnt what I wanted to be when I was young but it's still art, dammit.

So yeah, sorry. Im wordy and it was complicated to answer but you kind of put a dime in and got me talking about it so. My sketchbook has lots of microliner ink drawing, some flowers and still life, some smut, some X-Men cover band stuff, just stuff I want to challenge myself to draw.

I'm also determined to experiment more with color like my copic markers this year so.

Video games I play are really a lot of single player open world stuff, Im currently grinding on um.

...fallout4 OKAY DONT JUDGE ME, I am of the specific brand of gamer that finds some peace and comfort in going back to Skyrim and Fallout from time to time...

I would love to get in to games with other people but I wouldnt know where to start, or what to pick up, frankly, but that is a kind offer and one I'd be interested in maybe perhaps at some point

I take it back... I did have a coop farm in Stardew Valley I played sorta multiplayer with my friend from CO but... our friendship sort of died off and we dont Stardew together anymore... fuck Im sad now.

Sincerely, thank you for the asks and the kindness and if you made it through reading ALL of that shit you are a fucking G and I respect and love you so much

[cassiopeiagarcia]

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

Vessel was very hard to draw.

First of all, because Cass loved painting portraits. The spark of excitement in someone's eyes when they saw the person they loved the most come back safely from a game, the crooked teeth they tried so hard to disguise by smiling with their lips pressed together, the brown beauty spot on a pointy chin, the birthmark they had next to heir nose...

However, there was no portrait of Vessel she could do. The mask... well, masked his features, as redundant as it sounded, and while part of her desperately wanted to know what was behind it, the other... thought it added personality. He was like no one she had met before. She felt drawn to him like a moth... no, it wasn't a moth, what had he written down? A winged insect to the proverbial flame. But it seemed to work both ways, since the mysterious man spent more and more time in her presence. It wasn't uncommon for her to wake up and just. Find him there. Waiting outside of her room. No matter how many times she had explained to him he could barge in if he needed something, be it painting tools, a book or just company.

Still, Cass tried. The notebook Andro had brought for her after a game was full of sketches, her hands tracing the lines of Vessel's body even before her mind could process the images. Charcoal, watercolor, tempera, pencil, marker, pen... she had tried everything, but nothing seemed to capture his essence. She was frustrated, frowning at everything she had produced in the last few days, with an annoyed pout.

She was staring at a drawing of him sitting by the foot of her bed, writing one of those soul-stirring songs of his, the first time she noticed the scars. She had merely drawn what she saw, what was in front of her, not really realizing what those lines were, but there was no doubt about it: the skin was raised, the texture of it slightly different than that of the rest of his arms.

───⋆☆─────────────

Little by little, Vessel had crept under her skin. Cass found herself missing him when he was not around, looking for him in crowded places, stopping when she saw a new face to wonder oh, maybe that's him without the mask? But no. For a variety of reasons: one, he wasn't Japanese, that much was clear, and his foreign features would have drawn attention as much as hers did. Two, she'd still know. She wasn't sure how, but she was absolutely certain she would.

She welcomed him in his room with eagerness, an almost religious fervor she had never experienced before, anxious to see what he would write that day, what he would come up with. If he would sing to her again. Cass had the idea that maybe, just maybe, some of those songs he seemed to create out of thin air were... inspired by her? Up to a certain point? And the thought made her stomach twist in a painful way, the typical butterflies replaced by angry wasps.

It was one of those days in which they were both in her room. Vessel and her. Sitting silently side by side, the only sound accompanying them being that of the pencil furiously scratching what had been a blank piece of paper until minutes ago. Then, the inevitable. The sleeves of his cloak revealing his forearm and Cass' dark eyes wandering to the place where she had once drawn scars, finding them there, just as she had known she would. And, before she could even think about it, tentative fingers stopping his writing and tracing the marks on his skin, almost invisible to the untrained eye.

'Are you okay?'

Softly whispered, almost ashamed. She couldn't look in his eyes, there was no way to know if, when he answered (if he decided to do so) he would be telling the truth, or not. So she made one final plea.

'Please, don't hurt yourself again.'

[somethingimworkingon]

How to save your brain from being eaten by AI (maybe): keep a sketchbook

At the beginning of May I started bookmarking photographers who are using AI in interesting ways, to add to my Instagram collection of digital art references (#artdirectionneversleeps). Later that month I did my own first experiments using NightCafe to visualise ideas for a client. It was entertaining and frustrating, partly because of my lack of prompt skills, and partly because the "styles" you could apply to your "artwork" looked exactly like bad fantasy art from the 1980s.

However, by June, photographers I was working with were using Midjourney to conceptualise setups – still with a bit of that tacky SciFi book cover feel, but it was proving genuinely useful to talk about how sets might be designed, for instance. By July, I was seeing film directors use AI for pitching storyboards, and my lovely students at Condé Nast College of Fashion and Design using it for presentation mock-ups.

That's just three months. From AI being a "what?" to becoming a completely logical, natural part of the image-making process, for at least some parts of the creative industries. The speed of change is head-spinning. And this is just the beginning.

Meanwhile, also in May, I was teaching at CNC on a really fun module about Brand Identity Design. Part of this involved the students keeping a sketchbook, to explore and develop their ideas. One of my lectures was about WHY people keep sketchbooks, and I illustrated several points with quotes from designers, architects and artists, and pages from my own sketchbooks from waaaaay back in the day.

Because WBITD, when I was an art student, I kept sketchbooks constantly. Not only was it a course requirement, for me it was also a way to stave off boredom and depression: it's hard to think negative thoughts when your brain is absorbed in analysing the curves of a hand or a coffee cup or a flower. When my best friend and I used to Interrail around Italy, I would draw our cafe tables and the local streets, and we'd get rewarded with extra drinks and desserts by kindly waiters.

Somewhere around the mid 90s I gave up sketching, partly because life got more hectic, and partly because smartphones got invented. When Emma and I started the BID course this summer, it had been a very long time indeed since I cracked open a sketchbook. And, erm, even though I did buy one – a lovely, spiral-bound, hard covered book with wonderful heavyweight paper, from Seawhite of Brighton – it took me another few months to start using it.

Two things pushed me into finally starting: firstly, it's #drawugst and I thought I should try a drawing a day, every day, during August. I started on Tuesday, August 1st, with a graphite pencil sketch of my aloe plant. I did it in semi-darkness, around 9pm, and my hand-eye coordination felt a but rusty, but following the heavy curves of the plant was satisfying.

On Wednesday I drew fallen agapanthus blossoms, playing with coloured marker pens (of which I have a ridiculously huge collection, almost never used). This was a reminder of the importance of not trying to control the end result while you're sketching. Because you just can't.

Yesterday evening I scribbled our messy after-dinner table. I used the graphite pencil, a Koh-I-Noor Hardtmuth charcoal pencil, and an Edding 1225 calligraphy pen – and blackberries. The fruit, not the redundant communication device. Blackberry juice is a fabulous art material – it gives this beautiful purple inky result, and it's such a pleasure to smear all over the paper. I'd picked the berries earlier this evening on Wormwood Scrubs, just to add to the satisfaction of the whole experience. (And this morning I made almond milk smoothies with the rest of them.)

The other thing which made me finally restart a sketchbook after all this time is AI. I can see that it is just going to get bigger, more powerful, and more indispensable in my industry. I'm not going to worry about losing my job to a bot (I don't have "a job", anyhow), but I am concerned about what it will do to our creativity.

When you use one tool extensively it starts to train your brain, you develop habits and shortcuts. It's one thing to have tricks for making the most of Photoshop, or to have routines when you set up an InDesign document. But when you're trying to generate ideas you need to keep an open mind. To look at things from different angles. To look again, look harder. Try wacky ideas. Draw with your food. Stick things onto the pages. Doodle. Take a line for a walk. Write notes to self. Be creative. Be messy. Be human.