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Me: "Can I please use all this energy to draw on an actual project"
My brain: "You will draw the same character over and over and you will like it."
Me: "Okay."
#rayman#artists on tumblr#these were made over the course of like two months or so#you can see that i was messing with his design a bit#kind of adjusting the way i drew him as i went along#uhhh anyways yeah i just think he's neat#he's fun to draw#its because he doesn't have limbs#drawing limbs is my least favorite part of drawing any humanoid character#so him not having any takes away a lot of the frustration i often have in drawing certain dynamic poses#he's also very cartoony which is up my alley. very expressive and fun#he has helped me push drawing exaggerated expressions more#he has good shapes!! its good character design!!!#and drawing him is comforting#i'll draw something else eventually but for now i'm just having fun#i have no idea how i'm going to format this post on twitter without it getting cropped to hell#i will worry about that later
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SECOND TRIMESTER — JACK HUGHES
jack hughes x fem reader
part of the el!hughes au
summary: when y/n (Lovie) is having trouble sleeping and her pregnancy hormones are at their peak, Jack convinces her she won’t make his injury worse by riding him.
warnings: NSFW CONTENT, p in v (unprotected), pregnancy sex, slight degradation, praise. (2k words)
notes: everyone’s been asking for a Jack and Lovie smut, so i thought when better to do the first one than when Lovie is feeling extra needy?
my husband and i lay on opposite sides of our mattress.
i’m curled up on my side, one leg curled up towards my stomach and laid on a pillow, facing my husband but at least two feet apart from him. meanwhile, he sprawls lazily on his back, scrolling on his phone.
i peek an eye open to look at him, stretching out my arm and placing my hand on his naked torso.
Jack glances over at me in thinly veiled amusement, an expression of disbelief curtaining his face.
“so, when i try to cuddle you, you push me away and tell me to stay on my side of the bed, but now you wanna touch me?” he gapes, glancing down at my hand that’s plastered onto his abs.
“precisely.” i state, my voice groggy and words drawled, “we touch on my terms, and right now, i can’t sleep and i need to feel you.”
“but i can’t cuddle you?” his full bottom lip pokes out in an exaggerated pout.
“no. you’re like a furnace and your spawn has made me into one too.”
“my spawn.” he echoes my words with amusement, “is that what we’re calling our baby now?”
“mhm.” i hum in confirmation, readjusting my leg on its pillow and wiggling my body. “i forgot how hard it is to sleep while pregnant.”
Jack locks his phone, discarding it onto his nightstand.
“is there anything i can do to help you sleep?” i mull over his offer, carefully considering each option that my mind thinks up.
there’s only one that really interests me, but as soon as my eyes land on his injured shoulder, i shake my head.
“no.” i finally tell him, but he cocks a brow at my hesitation.
“you sure?” he questions, “because based on the look on your face, i’d say you thought of one.”
i eye his shoulder again, thinking it over once more; but this time, his eyes follow my line of sight before he sighs.
“you’re not gonna break me, lovie.” he ushers me forward until i’m curled up into him, my medium sized bump pressed against his side. “i’m fine and i’ll continue to be fine even if we cuddle.”
cuddle.
he thinks i’m afraid of cuddling him.
he thinks cuddling is what will help me fall asleep.
“that’s not what i want.” i murmur, barely above a whisper.
“huh?” his fingers dance lightly up and down my back, sending goosebumps throughout my skin.
“i didn’t wanna cuddle.”
“then what is it you need, lovie?” he asks in a hushed tone, his baby blues gazing into mine as i look up at him.
i press my lips to his chest, mumbling out my next words, “i wanna ride you.”
“i can’t hear you, baby.” my eyes flutter closed, a silent sigh leaving my lips when i realize i’ll have to repeat my statement.
“i wanna ride you.” i repeat, slightly louder this time.
Jack’s hand freezes on my back, eyes widening just slightly before they go back to normal.
“forget it, i’ll go make some warm milk or something.” i huff, making a move to roll away from him, but his hand wraps around my forearm, effectively stopping me from getting far.
“c’mere.” he orders, darkness clouding his eyes as his pupils blow out.
his chest puffs a little when i do as he says, crawling back over to him and sitting on my knees beside him. i look down at him, hair falling to curtain my face.
“you wanna ride me, baby?” one corner of his lips quirk up in a smirk, “you wanna sink that pussy down on my cock and get yourself off?”
my breathing is becoming labored, my thighs clenching at his dirty talk, and he immediately takes notice.
“you do.” he confirms, “you wanna wear yourself out and make a mess on my cock.”
a whimper draws up from the back of my throat, nodding my head hastily.
“go ahead, lovie.” he urges, pushing the comforter down and kicking it off his lower body.
he’s half hard already, his bulge beginning to strain against his gray sweatpants. my body reacts to the sight instantly, my dampening core becoming a puddle.
but before i can jump on my husband, i hesitate, looking back down at his injury.
“are you sure?” my voice is small and meek, unsure in my actions, but when i look into his eyes, i find them darkened with lust, pupils blown.
“fuck, baby.” he groans, throwing his head back on his pillow. “yes, i’m sure. now please, just ride me.”
he doesn’t have to tell me again, i make quick work of stripping off my oversized t-shirt, laying on my back and hooking my thumbs through my panties before trying to yank them down. but my bump prevents me from getting very far in this position.
“Jack.” i whisper, a little embarrassed by the predicament.
“yeah, lovie?” i can hear the amusement in his tone, making me roll my eyes.
“can you help me?” his face pops up in front of my own as he sits up, leaning over my body.
“i’ve got you, my love.” he takes over for me, hooking his index fingers in the sides of my panties and pulling them down my thighs.
“thank you.” i tell him as he throws the now dampened panties in a vague direction towards our hamper. “now lay down.”
he chuckles at my attempt of demanding, laying back down anyways.
i roll back over and get back on my hands and knees, crawling over my husbands body and hovering over his thighs.
“hi, beautiful.” he smirks, letting his fingers trail up my sides, but his hips jerk when my own hand comes down to palm him through his sweatpants. “fuck.”
i bite my lip, tugging at the hem of his pants until they finally come down just enough for his erection to spring out. i lick my lips at the sight, any other time, i would gladly take the moment to get my lips on him, but right now? i need him in other places.
i crawl higher up his body until my face is hovering over his, lowering myself just enough to capture his lips with mine.
a soft moan pours from my lips to his, my hips lowering to grind upon his hardened cock. his hips buck up, his hand now tangling in my hair as he pulls me in deeper. his tongue grazes my lips, urging me to open up to him, and i do so eagerly, letting his tongue into my mouth to battle with mine.
“Jacky.” i whimper against him, grinding myself down onto him again.
“sit on my cock, lovie.” he gruffs, and it’s just the push i need in order to grasp his length in my hand, lining him up with my entrance before i finally sink down onto him.
my head tips back, a moan escaping my parted lips, and his hand immediately covers my mouth.
“gotta be quiet.” he states, voice strained as my walls envelop his cock. “Luke and El are sleeping right down the hall. you don’t wanna wake them, do you?”
i eagerly shake my head, enticing him to let his hand drift away from my mouth and down to my full breast. he squeezes roughly, pinching at my nipple and pulling it.
my hips grind against his, my clit dragging along his pelvic bone, but i bite my lip to hold back my sounds.
“good girl.” he praises, causing a full body shiver to encase me.
i lift myself, beginning to bounce on his dick, and the squelches of him rubbing through my wetness spur me on, lowering myself closer to his chest in order to hit a better angle.
the tip of his cock hits my g-spot and my eyes roll back, my jaw going slack as i drag my hips up and then back down.
“you’re doing so good for me, lovie.” he whispers, leaning up to let his lips graze the shell of my ear. “this is what you needed, isn’t it? to fuck yourself on my cock like a good whore? get yourself all tired out?”
i whimper behind pursed lips, nodding my head, “yes, Jack. fuck.”
he leans back down, his head back on the pillow as his fingers grip at my ass. a strangled noise escapes his throat, his cock twitching inside of me as i swivel my hips.
“just like that.” he breathes, his hips beginning to buck up in order to meet mine.
my breathing is heavy, my hands forming fists on Jack’s chest as i begin to feel that familiar pressure settle in my stomach.
“oh my god.” my words are panted out, my legs starting to ache, but i push myself to finish.
“not god, baby. just me.”
my teeth sink into my bottom lip, a squeak leaving me as my hips begin to stutter, the knot in my stomach growing tighter and tighter with each meeting of our skin.
“Jack, i’m gonna-” i can barely finish my sentence, being cut off with a whine as his thumb finds my clit, beginning to rub circles into it.
“cum for me.” he orders, rubbing faster with each passing second, “make a mess on my cock so you can sleep.”
my walls squeeze him tighter, my legs shaking and my breath catching in my throat as my orgasm hits me. my hips halt in their movements, but Jack’s don’t stop, rather fucking up into me to ride me through my release.
until finally, he falters, his rhythm becoming sloppy as he reaches his own orgasm, his hot cum spilling into me in ropes.
his hand cups the back of my head, pulling me down so his lips meet mine, and i let him moan against them.
our bodies press against each other, as we lay there basking in the afterglow of sex, my eyelids fluttering open and shut, my body on the precipice of sleep.
“did it work?” he asks me, a gentle hand running up and down my back.
“mhm.” i hum, “are you okay?”
he sighs as i peer at him through my lashes, scanning his face for any sign of pain.
“lovie, i’m fine. stop worrying about me.” i pout at his response, nodding my head and laying it down on his chest.
“so what made you want this?” he questions, “the last couple months if i even try to insinuate sex, you look like you wanna beat me with El’s blocks.”
i press my lips to his chest, stifling a laugh.
“damn second trimester hormones.” i huff, “i’m so horny all the time right now.”
the corner of Jack’s lips quirk up in a smirk, “i think i love the second trimester.”
“shut up.” i giggle, rolling my eyes as i finally lift myself off of him, getting off the bed.
i leave my husband behind in order to use the bathroom and change back into my t-shirt and some new panties before i lay back down.
“okay, you can cuddle me.” i decide right after a hefty yawn.
“too late.” he says, an exaggerated pout playing at his lips. “i don’t wanna cuddle anymore.”
“too bad. i’m your wife and i want cuddles now so i get cuddles, because i’m carrying your child.”
Jack feigns an exasperated sigh, pulling me in so my back lays against his chest, his hand resting on my bump. he peppers light kisses up my shoulder and the side of my neck.
“i guess.” i can hear the smile in his tone, making me giggle.
“there is no guess. you love me.” i state, my hand coming down to lay on top of his.
“yeah, i love you.” he playfully concedes, pressing one last chaste kiss to my neck. “so much.”
“i love you too.”
sleep pulls at my consciousness, my eyes falling closed as i let out one final yawn, and just before i fall asleep, i can register the feeling of Jack’s hand soothingly rubbing my bump.
#el!hughes au#jack hughes#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes fic#jack hughes blurb#jack hughes smut#nj devils#nhl fic#nhl imagine#nhl smut#faithlynn’s writings <3
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genshin men + random drabbles
18+. MDNI. forgive me for being this down bad. i am very sick and i wanted to write without a certain theme.
ft. venti, kaeya, dainsleif, zhongli, heizou
warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), mean kaeya :(, creampie, cockwarming, pussy slapping, spit, desk sex
☆ VENTI
venti is bubbly as ever as he goes down on you, eyes lidded as his kisses lead down your stomach, peppering along your bare thighs, lips finally landing on your cunt after what feels like an eternity. his kisses meet your clit before he begins to suck at your sensitive bud, grinning slightly against your drooling cunt as he listens to your frequent moans—music to his ears, truly.
venti's lips trail down, his tongue acquainting itself with your folds. it's in no time that he's completely drunk off of your taste, any rhythm he had to the motion of his tongue being entirely lost. his mouth is spastic, similar to everything else he does. venti mutters something against your soaked cunt, but there's no way to possible understand him.
all you can understand at this point is how good his mouth feels, how his mouth collecting your juices guides you closer to your orgasm. your thighs wrap firm around his head as each lewd swipe of his tongue coaxes you further towards your climax, until it all finally lets loose—your back arches as you cum on venti's tongue. he sees it as his reward—as he laps up every little drop, only coming away from your cunt once he's done so—his reward for pleasing you like a good boyfriend should.
☆ KAEYA
"just the tip," kaeya tells you. those three sugar-coated words are the catalyst to make you bend over the bed for him, allowing kaeya to tug your panties down and push the tip of his cock into your cunt. you grip the sheets, a soft moan coming from your lips. "kae, you said..." you stammer, interrupted by a throaty chuckle. "that is just the tip, princess."
"buuuut..." he trails off, watching you writhe under him with a grin as he pushes his hips forward, inching more of his cock into you. "how could i resist?" he muses with faux sincerity. not that you can complain, instantly clenching around him as he begins to fuck into you. kaeya's hands take a firm grip of your hips as his hips stroke, his thick cock stretching you out so perfectly, molding your gummy walls around it like he did every single time.
"went from 'just the tip' to letting me finish inside, right?" kaeya teases as he fucks you, your back arched and eyes squeezing shut as his cock drags along your walls. all you can do is mewl out a weak 'yes' as you cum on his cock, arms giving out as your upper body falls to the mattress, giving kaeya the leverage to fuck you as he pleases, only stopping when he's pumped your cunt full of his warm seed.
☆ DAINSLEIF
dain is buried balls deep inside of you, and yet the both of you are so incredibly needy. with his hips stalled, the blond watches your body contort and squirm, eyes silently begging, pleading for him to do anything. unfortunately for you, dainsleif has far too much restraint—so his hips don't move, not one bit.
he gives you a few seconds of mercy as you cockwarm him, letting you needily grind your hips against his, but your fun is soon brought to a screeching halt as dain grabs your hips in his firm hands, holding you in place and drawing an exaggerated moan from your lips. "that's it...nice and still, love."
his face is stoic, the light dust of pink over his cheeks being the only tell, the only tell that he's just as desperate as you are. dain's cock twitches with need inside you, his occasional growns deepening as he tightens his already harsh grip on your hips. he leans in, close, expression burning in arousal. "i need to take you...right now."
☆ ZHONGLI
zhongli simply can't help himself. he can't help himself, not when your cunt is so pretty on display for him, dripping wet and looking like a goddamn masterpiece in his eyes. his fingers run along your folds, pointer and index pushing past your entrance, before pulling out. he admires your slick on his fingers through half-lidded eyes.
his digits part your folds, his gentle touches making you even wetter, even more aroused and desperate for zhongli to do something. instead, he spits on your soaked cunt, causing your walls to clench around nothing. "so gorgeous.." his silky voice groans as he spits again.
his hand ghosts over your weeping pussy, before lightly coming down on it, slapping your cunt with a partially cupped hand a few times... never too harsh, just enough to create a light jolt of satisfaction. by now, zhongli's eyes are wide with wonder and arousal as he continues to toy with your poor cunt.. maybe if you're lucky, he'll realize just how badly his cock aches with need and put it to use.
☆ HEIZOU
heizou is entirely in control as he bends you over his desk, hands running over the curves of your ass. he flips your skirt up with ease, fingers curling under the hem of your panties and pulling them down in one fell swoop. "i can't believe it took me this long to bend you over my desk," heizou remarks as you hear the jangling of his belt, and are soon met with his tip against the entrance of your cunt.
you grip the edge of his desk as he pushes into you, not stopping until he bottoms out with a low groan. he wastes no time in burying his hips against yours, hands firm on your ass, fingertips digging into your soft flesh. "so wet 'n tight f'me," heizou praises, his breath heavy against your neck as he fucks into you with vigor.
your cunt is sucking him in so well, so well that he has to place a palm on the desk to stabilize himself as he thrusts back and forth, your sopping wet cunt inviting his thick cock in with each rut of his hips. fuck, he can't hold back—neither can you.. it's without warning that you cum on heizou's cock, squeezing tight on his length which causes him to release deep inside of you, painting your gummy walls with his hot seed.
#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#gi smut#venti smut#kaeya smut#kaeya alberich smut#dainsleif smut#zhongli smut#heizou smut#venti x reader smut#kaeya x reader smut#dainsleif x reader smut#zhongli x reader smut#heizou x reader smut#genshin thirsts#genshin impact thirsts#✶ neon.writing ✶
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Hi!! Love your artwork and your Charlastor AU with Dawn!!
I was wondering if you think Alastor would make any dawn-themed dad jokes and puns in your AU, and if he does, what would Dawn and Charlie think of them? I can’t really think of any off the top of my head right now, but I know ‘a brand new dawn’ is a phrase he could maybe use!
Again, love your art!!! If you don’t mind answering questions about it, do you have any advice for artists who want to improve their drawing or any practices that have helped you develop your skills? And are there any particular artists that really inspire you?
You’re one of my favorite artists and I don’t know how to explain it but your drawings have so much life in them!! 🌟
sdlksdflkj thank you so much omg!!!
I'm so glad you're enjoying them ;W;
And he would be insufferable with them lmfaoo, especially because I'm sure Charlie would hop in on a few of them and add to the pile as well xD
One more I can think of rn is "Oh, I was wondering where the sun went!" whenever Dawn enters a room, because the implied punchline is "but then it Dawned on me" or something? XD idk I'm not good with puns sadly
Now regarding the art advice!! This one got HELLA long so I'll hide it under a cut for everyone's comfort lmao
I know it sounds shallow and like worthless advice, but a huge huuuuge part of getting better at art is to just... make art! Practice makes perfect - it develops your motor skills, gives you somewhat of a muscle memory for certain basic shapes that are a necessity to have a good feel of for good foundation sketching.
Practice also develops your eye for compositing and for how color theory actually applies in practice, it basically helps you develop a more consistent grasp on art as a whole :D
There are some things I've learned over time that definitely helped speed things up though xD
here's some rough sketches I did just to demonstrate what my rougher drawings can look like - also a little diagram (on the right side of the image) of things I keep in mind for the average proportions of a human body!
I tend to sketch very loosely and try to capture the overall vibe and silhouette/rough shapes first before I even think about adding details - there's a certain flow, squish and stretch to everything that's just much easier for me to get a good feel for when I use quick, loose brush strokes and as few lines as possible to convey a concept.
Repeatedly sketching humanoid characters of various shapes, builds and sizes for years genuinely helped enormously in getting not only faster but also more consistent with it!
I'm fairly well practiced with hands and expressions especially at this point since I like to focus on those in my art often, so those come fairly easily to me as well now!
Something I learned along the way about keeping a certain liveliness to my artworks is that sometimes you have to forego anatomical correctness a bit if you want to fully express specific emotions - if you try too hard to keep everything perfectly proportional and realistic, it can make the outcome look stiffer than you might've aimed for - this is something I actually struggle with in my cleaner artworks :'D The ones I do proper lineart for, since a lot of the flow of the original sketch gets lost in the process haha
As for artists/artstyles that inspire me...
There's @/southpauz for example!
Her artstyle is unbelievably expressive and her eye for compositing and her use of shapes is SUBLIME - it inspired me to let loose more with my expressions, exaggerate features a bit more and to push the way I try to vary facial features :D
Then, back when I had that massive Rise of the TMNT phase, the artstyle of it has actually greatly influenced how I draw today!
It manages to be detailed and highly recognizable despite its deceivingly simple style - it exaggerates shapes and uses it to communicate personalities, emotions and action super effectively and taught me a lot about utilizing those more efficiently myself :D
And last but not least Ishida Sui - the mangaka behind Tokyo Ghoul (which used to be a highschool obsession of mine)
His striking use of colors, textures in abstract, yet symbolically heavy ways and his courage to be rough and expressive rather than looking polished, yet also having such a solid understanding of realism blew me the fuck away as a teen and still does now!!!
His art may have less of an influence on my style today than it used to back then, but I think in my more exagerrated, more horror-esque drawings you can kind of see it still :'D Either way I greatly admire him as both a writer and artist.
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I'm genuinely so so flattered that you enjoy what I do enough to give me such high praise, thank you so much for writing me such a wonderful ask <3 I'm glad I got to gush about some of my favorite artists/artstyles for a bit haha
If you have any more specific (digital) art related questions don't hesitate to reach out!! I love giving pointers about a subject I'm so passionate about, we don't gatekeep helpful information in this house!!! <3<3<3
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Regarde Moi Continuation (Tamamori’s POV)
“Should we go see the cherry blossoms?”
“…”
It’s early afternoon on a warm day in April.
Kawase’s brief comment has me frozen in place.
I nervously put the writing brush away and quietly stand up from the chair.
If I were to turn around, would he be smiling while looking out the window?
Go see the cherry blossoms, he said.
“…Why?”
“Because cherry blossoms are pretty.”
“Wh-….! Wh-….!”
What a surprise.
A moment ago, I was in the middle of studying for the entrance exam.
It had been several hours without any verbal abuse.
The moment I start thinking something was off, I received this line.
“That’s why I want to see the cherry blossoms.”
“Have you lost your mind?!”
“What do you mean?”
“An Oni saying he wants to see the cherry blossoms. No wait, could it be that you …!”
“?”
“…! ….!!”
“Could it be what?”
“No, I’m praying it was just a misunderstanding… I’ll ask again, by saying ‘I want to see the cherry blossoms’ you actually mean that you want to go to see the cherry blossoms?”
“Hm? Yeah.”
Lately, his words hold no deeper meaning to them. He doesn’t have any presence.
He comes home without making any noise and drinks his cold coffee absentmindedly.
Besides, the hand that’s teaching me is gentle.
Even if I give a wrong answer, he doesn’t get angry every single time like before, and he’s even started to comment on my scribbles.
…..All of this makes things all the more strange.
Finally, I stand up from the table and draw closer to him.
“Show me the examination papers.”
“?”
“Show me.”
He won’t even look me in the eyes.
I give him the papers half-heartedly.
“That’s a problem, you got everything wrong.”
He cleanly folded the paper in four.
…Something is strange after all, he is being too kind.
I take the water jug and slowly approached him from behind.
I should cool down that head of his.
“Tamamori-kun.”
“!”
“Let’s go to Ueno……I have something important I want to talk to you about.”
He put on a new mask and his coat and without taking anything else he leaves the room.
After just standing still for a while, I immediately follow him.
No matter how you look at it, even from an outsider view, it’s weird.
…Unfamiliar, short-lived, not like him.
While trying to get a good look at him, we arrive at Ueno’s promenade.
The cherry-blossoms are beautiful, that’s why we came here. Everyone who is at peace is gathering here.
Kawase’s presence in the middle of it is sticking out.
There is no other man who doesn’t fit into a cherry blossom scenery as much as him.
���Kawase. So, this really was what you were talking about.”
“What was this about before?”
“You have no intention of burying me here?”
“…”
“I thought you planned to push me into the Shinobazu pond and bury me under the cherry-blossom tree once I’d become too exhausted to move.”
“Do you even have any proof of me wanting to kill you?”
“Well, you see…”
“You don’t have to study anymore.”
“!”
Rather than being angry, I’m terrified.
It’s the smile of an Oni. The smile of the devil. Kawase’s smile.
Even with the mask I can see his expression clearly.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“You’re also happy with me being at ease and not angry right?”
“Ye-s.”
I hold my head in an exaggerated way and get closer to him.
“I won’t try to hide it. …even if 100 years were to pass by, I wouldn’t pass and make it into the imperial university. I realised it with the exam.”
“…I noticed it in the first year.”
“I’m sorry. …Was this the important thing you wanted to talk about?”
“…”
He doesn’t confirm or deny this, just wanders off ahead of me.
What is it?
This Kawase is flimsy like paper.
I was frightened since the morning, but it seems my guess was incorrect.
It’s certain, that I’m a big idiot, that’s why I thought he might have fallen out of love with me.
“I’m glad I came here with you. The Sakura and the lotus pond are both beautiful, it’s like heaven.“
“I get goosebumps when you say things like this.”
“I don’t have to help you with your studies anymore. …So goodbye.”
“What?”
Even when I try to walk in front of him, he is constantly turning his face to the side.
“What are you hiding? Look at me!”
“Don’t be so loud. It hurts my head.”
“You’ve been like this for a week now. What an immature guy.”
“Hey, wait!”
I pull his mask off.
As I do, I notice his left cheek if completely swollen.
“Wha, Wha, What’s with that cheek-! Nyanyanyahahaha.”
“…. Annoying…”
“I thought you were only buying masks, so it was cavity!”
“It’s not cavity!”
I can’t. I laughed too much and now he is angry.
Kawase puts on a different mask and quickly walks ahead of me.
“Wait a second. What do you mean it’s not cavity?”
“…”
“Relax Kawase. You know, I don’t much care for that bitchy face of yours. That’s why it doesn’t matter how much you ruin it~”
“You liar. And yet you can cum just from looking at it.”
“H-h-hey…..”
Had he refused to look into my face for several days because he didn’t want to be hated by me?"
...Laughing about it so hard, I’m an asshole too…
No wait. Especially in this case isn’t it better to rely on me?
In that moment I tear off his mask.
Then I thrust my hands into his mouth.
“Let me look at it,”
“Dirty! You touched the handrail at the station!”
“If you don’t want to be touched, then open your mouth wide.”
“…”
The people around us are giggling.
It doesn’t matter, we likely won’t meet again.
Right now, Kawase’s serious situation has the highest priority.
He kept his mouth shut in a straight line.
“What does an amateur like you know?”
“I can’t leave someone who is on the brink of death alone.”
“Leave it. …My life won’t be long anyways.”
How mean, it hurts me deeply.
Are you saying the poison is spreading in your head?
“Let’s go to a dentist now.”
“I rather die than be touched by other people.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“…That makes me even more anxious.”
Kawase’s and my conversations look like fights.
And that’s exactly what they are.
Am I hurting the other? Am I making them sad? This relationship has no such concern.
I forcibly drag his arm along.
“You can handle it, if they put you fully under anaesthesia.”
“!?”
“Sleeping pills should be fine too, but it would be a problem if you can’t wake up. So, they should go with anaesthesia.”
“Listen,”
“Hurry and get it fixed. This Kawase, who can be so easily hurt by my scolding, is not the real Kawase!”
“…”
In a blink of an eye he is ahead of me.
This man hates losing.
He is malicious and sly, but he is easy to manipulate.
I like this about him.
Finally, I can show a smile of relief.
It looks like we can quickly fix this bad mood of his.
The evening on a cool day in April.
One hour, two hours, the shadows are spreading further.
…I see the setting sun.
As people began to move about, the door of the dentist clinic finally opens.
“Kawase!”
He is looking down with tears in his eyes. His face is mostly covered by his mask.
“How was it?”
“The reason were the wisdom teeth. …They pulled them out.”
“I see…”
“I didn’t know a fully matured human has an extra pair of teeth.”
“You didn’t study dental at the imperial university? …”
He snorts with an audible noise. …He will probably throw up.
So even a clean-freak like him, can feel sick in a place like that.
I need to do something after all.
“There is nothing embarrassing about having teeth pain. I’ve had similar pain for a while now too.”
He stares at me blankly.
It makes me a little happy finally seeing him look into my eyes.
“It’s a throbbing pain. I can feel it the back of my front teeth.”
“!”
“When you become a legitimate doctor, please treat mine too!”
“…The reason for the swelling was an inflammation. They said a bacterium got inside.”
“…?”
“So this is where your cavity came from…!”
“Ah, m-my?”
He slowly pulls his mask down.
And reveals his terrifying smile.
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Let's see, latest ask game...
2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 11, 16, 19, 20, 21, 23, 24.
2. a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!
Trans girl Metal. I didn't really understand it at first but now I love it.
3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate
Knuckles, idk I just thought he was boring but after a bit in the fandom I really came to like him.
5. something you see in fics a lot and love
I love it when bad puns.
6. something you see in art a lot and love
I love when characters have like exaggerated expressions as I am still working on that myself.
7. your favorite tropes to read/write/draw
I LOVE reading hanahaki fics, one of the few non fandom specific tags i always have open on my phone.
11. if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?
Not gonna put it here cause its super fucking bright but its this one drawing i made of super shadow (posted on this blog)
16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate
I feel like more people should appreciate Launchpad and Mrs. Beakley's friendship more (dt17).
19. your current fandom(s)
Sonic the Hedgehog (obviously) and The Franky Fetti Show
20. your very first fandom!
Pretty sure it was miraculous ladybug, it was my introduction to fanfiction and tumblr (and just fandom as a whole).
21. a fandom you're not active in anymore but that you still really like
Luca and Miraculous (I still like to check up on the miraculous fandom every once in a while).
23. the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual
Happy Tree Friends, Hazbin Hotel, and Sam & Max.
24. how has fandom positively impacted your life?
It really pushed me to improve my art and I've also just met a lot of really cool people. (also tffs)
#hashtag ask shadow™#insert shadow noises™#thatwordybirb#:D#I'm a sucker for bad puns. I love them so much#also dw your ask did get through <3#friend ask :]
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ch. 7 - sounds like you’re my grandpa or something
someone grabs your earbud, lightly pulling it out of your right ear. when you look over at the figure, your face contorted into one of disgust. when you get a glance at the individual, his blonde-dyed hair draws your eyes in. "hello," he hands you the earbud, a smile on his face.
"you're late," you look over at atsumu, a scowl overtaking your face.
he gives you a lop-sided grin, his nose scrunching a little. you roll your eyes, despite your annoyance you still grab the chair beside you and pull it back. your hand pats the seating of it, a slight tinge of heat soaring through your veins.
"sorry about that," atsumu whispers, searching through his bag as he sits down. he grabs out his laptop, a couple volleyball themed stickers decorating the back of it, "i forgot my flash cards and figured studying without them would be pretty difficult."
you smile to yourself, your shoes tapping against the flooring. he then proceeds to grab out a pair of glasses, the frames round and totally out of place on his face. they're a soft silver, the sides a little crooked. you look at him for a moment, raising an eyebrow. "you wear glasses?!"
"bifocals, actually. but yeah reading glasses, it helps with blue light and stuff," atsumu opens his laptop, trying to ignore the bewildered look taking its place on your face.
"no one calls it bifocals, buddy," you keep your body facing him, your laptop's screen darkening as you memory forgoes its existence.
his eyebrows narrow, his mouth shaped into an exaggerated frown. "how dare you, besides, i'm more like a bro than a buddy, you know?" a smile spreads across atsumu's face like butter.
you scrunch up your face a little, a look of 'really?' is conveyed through your eyes. atsumu nods, somehow conversing with you through nothing but your precise body language. your hand runs along the side of the table, "okay, bro, are you going to start calling me dude or something?"
"well... dude, queen of astronomy, honey, are all great nicknames. but honestly, i got to go with champ, it suits you," atsumu shrugs his shoulders, holding back intense laughter as he notices the mix of emotions passing your face.
with a push to his shoulder, you shake your head, "champ doesn't work, sounds like you're my grandpa or something. how about just n/n, or even better, y/n!" you smile, looking over at atsumu, not even thinking about the 'honey' that he somehow slipped in there.
atsumu rolls his eyes, his mouth open as though he's about to say something. however, it slowly closes as he notices kuroo beelining for your table. his backpack is strung on his shoulders and he has the same bold smile he had in high school. atsumu gives him a wave, causing you turn around and look.
"long time no see kuroo," atsumu purses his lips, he hadn't seen him besides a few college games.
kuroo gives atsumu a quick nod, his attention clearly focused on you and your presence at the table. he leans his hand against the table, his other hand on his hip, "so how are you doing? wasn't expecting to see you here, it's kind of my study ground."
you looks back at atsumu, an awkward expression showing clearly to the player. "yeah, i'm good, just studying. which we should really get back to because i have work later... but maybe we'll see you here again!" you shrug, an enthusiastic voice ringing through despite the fact that it's hushed.
"right, yeah, that totally makes sense. maybe we could get dinner sometime, i could text you the details," kuroo cocks his eyebrow, his eyes sizing you up.
"yeah.. probably lunch, i have mostly closing shifts. we could go with a group, i'm sure i could see if tsukishima would want to go," you grab your phone, swinging it a little in your hand.
kuroo nods, shrugging his shoulders. it's clearly not the answer he was expecting, certainly not what he was used to. he simply agrees, patting your shoulder before walking away with a slight slouch. you bite your lip, turning back to atsumu.
his face is somewhat bright, a shine that you didn't quite notice before. "sorry about that, uh i have to study physics for finals, what about you?" you shake your head, waiting for atsumu to change the subject and keep it rolling.
"i need help with anatomy, can't remember it for the life of me," atsumu grabs a large stack of index cards, "so between physics and anatomy, it seems like we have our hands full."
masterlist / previous
fun facts;
- your call ended up lasting an hour before you headed for the library
- atsumu ended up blocking quickattack3’s secondary account :))
- atsumu saw your replies and can’t tell if you thought it was a date date or get together date
- he regrets calling you champ every second of the day
taglist (open);
@alienvarmint @buggy-cj
#haikyuu smau#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu social media au#atsumu miya x reader#don’t miss me smau#don’t miss me social media au#atsumu miya#haikyuu college au#miya atsumu#miya atsumu x reader
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Creating Characters That Resonate: Some Tips for Memorable Designs
"While tools play a role, it’s our vision that truly matters”
You know that feeling when you see a character from a game, a painting, or a comic and you instantly fall in love with it? It's not just because it looks cool or cute. It's because it has a personality and a story that shines through its appearance. That's what I love about character design: the ability to create characters that make people feel something.
If you are interested in learning the basics of this art form, there are many resources available online 😅. (I will create some tutorials on this soon.) But now I'm not here to lecture you on anatomy or color theory. Instead, I'll share some of my personal tips on how to make your characters unique and engaging for your audience.
Tip 1: Dive Deep into Your Character’s World
Kickstart your design process with inspiration from your own world. This personal touch not only enriches your art but also adds depth and more meaning to your creative process.
Consider this school bully who is based on.. a person I used to know. He’s probably off picking his nose when he’s not on the page! Can you spot him?
See the bully's backpack 😈? (Illustrated for Swish! by Mahmoud Elzein.)
It’s all about discovering those tiny personal connections that breathe life into a character. Brainstorm with character profiles, create mood boards, and try to figure out “what’s in their pockets”. I’ve found that writing dialogues for my characters helps me visualize their personalities better. Honestly, half the time, I’m imagining how they would annoy each other offscreen!
Tip 2: Play with Shapes to Highlight Inner Conflict
To emphasize a character's inner turmoil, you can use contrasting shapes. By smoothing the edges of sharp shapes, you can reduce the contrast and reveal different aspects of the character.
“Good or bad?,” I always ask my students.
Experiment with different sizes and shapes and make your characters captivating enough that your viewers accept the visual logic of your art worlds.
Imagine a gorilla 🦍 and a bee 🐝 as friends in a picture book. How would you draw them in relation to each other?
A good way to enhance the narrative and ease the tension is to break down the character shapes. For example, the bully in Swish! looked threatening at first, but I used his soft facial traits to show his insecurity. I also gave him a loose shoelace to imply that he is not totally in control.
Even the smallest details can tell a story about your character. (Illustrated for Swish! by Mahmoud Elzein.)
Tip 3: Harness the Power of Color and Value
Contrast is key! Opt for vibrant characters against muted backgrounds, experiment with warm and cool tones, and introduce pops of light against deep shadows for visual drama.
Contrast and lighting for drama.
Challenge yourself with limited color palettes. This forces you to think creatively and adds an unexpected layer of unity to your work. For the ‘Museum Heist’ piece, I used shades of blue, and it was gratifying when viewers, even those not from the art world, noticed how it influenced the piece.
The blue tones were a fun challenge 💎
Tip 4: Sprinkle in Details and Accessories
I take sneaky joy in hiding personal details within my illustrations. Maybe it’s my old license plate or a memento from my parents. Details like faded scars and mended clothes add layers to your characters and imply a history, giving them more depth.
Can you find all the hidden secrets in Ella the Gorilla's room? 🔎 Let's play in the comments! (Book by Mawya Alfadda and Rama Al-Sahreef)
Tip 5: Push the Boundaries with Expressions
Imagine yourself as the director of the scene and your characters as the actors. Hire the best actors and make sure they come with the best: pose, gestures, and outfit, and nail the whole performance.
Don’t just copy the reference! Exaggerate those eye positions, play with asymmetrical half-expressions – this keeps things lively and adds charm.
Never be afraid to push your reference photos for more whatever-you-call-this characters! 😄
Tip 6: Seek Feedback and Refine
Discord and Telegram groups have been invaluable for me – asking targeted questions (like “Does anything feel off?”) gets me feedback way beyond just “looks nice!”.
How people interact with your WIPs speaks volumes. Don’t just listen to words, watch how long they engage and which elements draw their eyes.
My wife and kids are a great help, especially for children’s book and game art. They notice what I often overlook. I sometimes get annoyed when they don’t like something (I worked on for long), but I know it’s not personal. After all, they’re the best early test for my work.
Bringing It All Together
Character design isn’t just about drawing – it’s about infusing them with personality and emotion that resonates. Let’s keep the conversation going! Share your favorite character design tips in the comments below 👇
#2d character#character design#art tips#digital art#art process#art inspiration#art techniques#character concept#children's book illustrator#digital illustration#alhyari art#digital painting#artists on tumblr#visual storytelling#art#cartoon art#custom digital art
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For the artist meme -- 20 and 6! 🎨 if you like xx
20. how often do you get art block?
all the time 🥰 it's like clockwork lol sometimes i get sooo frustrated and cranky bc i hate all my art and i'm like "woe is me!! i've lost all my skills!! i'll never draw again!!" and then i'm like wait . i know what's happening here. i just gotta wait it out I'll be fine lol. it's nice that i also write bc then i can switch to writing for a while until the art block clears up 👍 i've found it's best for me to just take a break from drawing for a bit and not try to force it so my brain can like reset itself
6. tag your favorite artists/inspirations!
oh man there are so many!!!! i could name like 100 people lol but i'm gonna limit myself to the ones i think have had the most direct influence on my art style. hope u guys don't mind the tags<3
@ileniagennari was one of the first artists i latched onto stylewise. i used to study their work a lot because i am obsessed with the fluidity and softness of their linework and i just really like how they draw faces and bodies. their rendering is also amazing and feels sort of cinematic somehow? i've always wished my art could have a similar feel!
@anna-scribbles has also been a huge style influence for me and she's just also been a big inspiration in general as a close friend<3 i ADORE her work and have studied it specifically a ton. she draws the most blorby blorbos ever. blorbyness is her art trademark imo. and i want that for me too so i tried to steal it. i also think just sheer proximity to her and her art has made me pick up a lot of things from her automatically haha. in particular, i feel like the way she draws smiles is so perfect, and i always try to channel her when i draw smiles myself haha
@ladybeug inspires me so much and has taught me really valuable art skills! a while ago i came to a point in my art journey when i felt just really stuck and frustrated. like i could not for the life of me just DOODLE. i took everything too seriously, even if it was supposed to be simple and silly. i really needed to learn how to loosen up and enjoy drawing more. stephanie is like the most esteemed and delightful doodler i know so i came to her for advice and she DELIVERED. she gave me super helpful tips and invited me to make daily comics with her and it's been lifechanging! it's helped me focus on communication over perfection and feel more confident in my art, which i think had a visible difference in my style too. i learn SO much from just regularly enjoying stephanie's work, including her webcomic @datmcomic!!
@rileyclaw is a good buddy of mine and his work is so hugely inspiring to me! it's really educational to see his wips and learn from his process. and since he's an incredible animator as well as an illustrator, enjoying his work is part of what inspired me to finally take a leap and make my first animatic. i really love how he pushes/exaggerates body and facial expression to communicate emotion and how he makes such careful choices about comp and color and just Everything to tell a whole story with every piece of his art. i've learned a lot from riley on the storytelling aspects of art and that's something i continue to try to build on!
@knockknockknockingonhootysdoor's art is like an instant and intense shot of dopamine to my brain every time!!! i cant even tell you how HAPPY it makes me. i just stare at it and eat it all up and i'm always asking myself HOW does he do it?? how does he make me feel this way. and i think it's just like....how genuine it is?? i can just feel kryan's love for the story and characters in the way he draws and im not sure that is a stealable quality lol. but in particular something i really admire about his art is how SHAPE it is. i love how he builds each character with different shapes and how each design feels so unique and so fitting for them. i am trying to incorporate that more into my own art!
man i already have rambled so much and there are so many other artists i could go on and on about alskjdfjkla ok just real quick i have to shout out @picayunearts bc i intensely enjoy her work in both the ml and toh fandoms and her coloring and use of light and gradient always stands out to me so i kinda try to channel that sometimes! @smallpapers is another fav and i love how soft and simple her art feels! it's always inspiring to me. @raystel's work also inspires me a lot, whether it's fanwork or original stuff. she is so creative with character design and seeing the way she expresses her ideas in art is so cool!
and i would be remiss if i didn't shout out my sister @mozzys-studio who is the first person i came to when i wanted to learn how to draw and she taught me a lot! her art is beautiful<3
thanks for the questions! :D
artist asks
#there are so many more artists i could write paragraphs about.....but alas......#blowing all of you a thousand kisses#halcyonhue#YOUR ART IS SO GOOD TOO BTW. i love how you use colors omg#ask#ask meme
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Hey, can you give any tips for those who are starting to draw? I really like your style, It seems to be an individual style that I haven't yet explored in myself
aw, thanks!!
for me, when developing a style, I think what helps the most is to find your inspiration. Observe art that really speaks to you, and experiment with the elements that you like. You can browse my "inspo" tag to see art that I've found here and saved to help develop my style. In terms of specific artists, I really like Junji Ito's use of detailing around the eyes, Edward Gorey's use of line, the shape language of Jhonen Vasquez' characters, the textures in Brett Helquist's illustrations, and the grotesque faces in Otto Dix's paintings. I like the sharp contrasts seen in woodblock prints, and in Expressionist art. Here are some examples of the art I like, and what I find in these styles that I have decided to adapt into my own work:
Here are some eyes by Junji Ito, compared to some eyes I've drawn. I love the fine, vertical lines he draws around the eyes, as well as inside the irises. So I adopt these elements into my own art, and focus on fine detailing inside and around the eye to add emphasis.
Here is some art by the New Objectivist painter Otto Dix, next to my own art. Here, I really like the elongated noses, geometric patterns, exaggerated facial expressions, and shapes. Note the sharp cheekbones, use of triangles, and directional lines, as well as similarities in the nose and hand shapes.
One thing I really like doing as well is drawing from a reference, then stylizing the same subject. I've been doing recent exercises where I find a reference image, then freehand a sketch with a pen. This is a step out of my comfort zone, as I'm used to drawing guidelines with a pencil before inking. However, these exercises allow me to pay closer attention to detail, which I can stylize further once I'm familiar with the piece.
Here is a ten-minute sketch I drew freehand last night, compared to the reference image I drew it from. It's not perfectly exact, but this exercise helps with observing details and prioritizing the overall "vibe" of an image- expressions, figure shapes, poses, perspective, etc. If I were to stylize this same image, I could push the boundaries even further, by exaggerating what's already there- for instance, more detail around the eyes, making the hair sharper and more defined, and possibly elongating the mouth. I really like drawing from Expressionist silent films, not just because I'm obsessed with them, but also because there are just so many good faces to study.
Overall, I'd just say to find what you love to draw, and have fun with your art. That sounds like lame advice, but I've found my best work comes from when I draw subjects that I find interesting. Don't be afraid to experiment and branch out, whether by drawing different subjects, or using different techniques and mediums- for instance, I only just started freehand inking yesterday, which has really challenged how I draw faces. And obviously, look at art. Learn a bit about art history and find styles and artists you like, or just go online and observe what the artists there are doing. My style is a mix of contemporary, 19th, and 20th-century influences, but I also like looking at art from different time periods and cultures and observing techniques I'm not as familiar with. My best growth as an artist has come from observing art that resonates with me, and using it to help me express myself.
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how the fuck do you infuse so much personality into your doodles. are you pulling a fnaf and putting human souls in them?? if so, could you tell me how to do it?
ok first off, THANK YOU? got me going teehee blink blink face. Didn't expect to have an art question but I'm very glad, it's my first one so I'll answer to the best I can!
When it comes to personality in drawings (assuming your talking about characters), I often like to think about my characters as friends or someone you know. Often times I'm just saying to myself, "OH! Character would definitely react like this or say this!" (like how you would say your friend would do something unique only to them in a silly situation) Stepping into you characters' shoes or viewing them as a buddy can help you apply and do a bunch!
Though I do understand that you can know a ton about a character but still struggle on what to apply to a drawing with them in it!
There are a few things I tend to do and add when it comes to drawings!
First off is expression, putting some extra thought into expressions can really help add more to your character. Especially pushing expression! (Won't go too deep with expression because that's a whole other can of beans)
My silly goofy cat is a real happy and loud guy, so a simple smile won't always cut it! Really pushing that joy and loudness helps add more to him as a character!
Another thing you may have noticed in the drawing is how I added some (very silly looking) arms to the surface he was near! This moves on to the next thing I often do. Body language! (Which could also be seen as, gesture/posing)
Though relatively the same expression (note the eyes size difference makes the first doodle look more aware/awake, that just shows expression can change even with the slightest difference, this was accidental though), the change of the pose adds story to the character. The first drawing comes off as a more plain hello, while the second drawing adds more excitement and characterization to the goofy guy! As we see how he waves his hand quickly with joy while his left foot taps up with energy, most likely meeting up with a friend! All this movement also makes your characters look less stiff and lifeless.
I also like to add my own stylistic ways of movement or little reaction marks, I'm not too sure what to call them exactly tho (what I mean are the extra colored bits around the character below, they dont always need color though).
This is just a nice way to add more flavor to a drawing! And you can always experiment, or mix and match to see what you like.
Another thing I do is try to imagine scenarios or scenes that would work well with what I have in mind. To get to that point I'm often writing it down or doing thumbnails and lil roughs before I actually make my sketches that I post (insider secrets right here!).
(Here's an example of my drafting process with poses and expressions for this ask I did a while ago, yes it is cursed so read at ur own cost❤ )
Another thing would be textures, you often see me switching colors and brushes, even software's as I draw! that's why every doodle feels a little different, which I feel helps give off different ideas and emotions (or laziness who knows).
Some other factors that play into the "personality" of my drawings is the reactions, with cause and effect. Which has actions that make a new reaction for each character (or even object) that is exaggerated. Like someone making a disgusted face to someone vomiting, even a cat knocking a cup over, or a cat getting scared by a glass breaking (this could also just be a continuation of the last statement). Possibly even the IRS coming for you after evading your taxes and you having to jump out the window.
I mainly use this for comics! But you could do this in a single drawing, I like to have a moment kind of frozen in place either after or in the middle of an action (sorta lets your brain imagine the in-betweens). Though when it comes to exaggerating your reactions or causes, it takes some practice and imagination, so don't be discouraged if it takes some trial and error to get the hand of it! Honestly I'm still practicing too.
Other things that help me put some more life into my drawings is well... life itself! lots of interactions, faces, and poses are based on things I've seen in real life, from watching people (while in the bushes).
Though that isn't the only thing! I also use what I see in media, or photos! even some shows and movies, since there are so many good scenes or frames that can be used as great inspiration!
lastly, yes I do put human souls in my drawings, as well as sacrifice some squirrels here and there to my Elmo shrine, but thats not tooo important right?
#geckos gibberish#gecko answers#thank you for the ask!#yes yes i know its long#wow me giving art advice???#hopefully i didnt go too off topic
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Final Animation + My Analysis
This is my final busstop animation and I am happy with how it has turned out, in terms of flow and in terms of the effectiveness of the acting. I feel that with more time I would have liked to add more to the metalhead in terms of acting and action, but I also think that there is enough going on as it is and perhaps that would be overbearing for an audience. I think that the subtlety of the metalheads facial expressions contrasts nicely with the more hectic nature of the old man. and I feel that leaving the metalheads animation until after I finished the old man helped me to time out these facial reactions well.
My technical approach to the animation originally was to animate keyframes first and then in-betweens, as seen in the earlier animation tests, however for the final animation I decided to animated mostly straight ahead, as I felt that because I decided the characters were going to be mostly in one profile, and because I had gotten used to drawing them by that stage. That is not at all to say that every frame is animated, rather I employed a technique that I often enjoy for the more static elements of the animation, where I draw 3 versions of the same frame and copy and paste them as alternating frames to give a boiling effect, which can save on effort whilst giving life to the animation. I feel that it works well here in uplifting the animation as it is one fixed view and one profile for the characters, which could be quite uninteresting if the characters where simply motionless at times which they would be without the boil, which adds some visual interest.
These are the silhouette tests for the poses that I used for the old man, I feel that most of them work well in terms of staging and acting, especially poses 3, 5 & 6 which are exaggerated to clearly show that it is a tissue he is holding, as opposed to him holding the tissue in front of his body, which would make it very cluttered and unclear to the audience. I could have probably pushed pose 2 a bit more to better show him searching his pocket, perhaps tilting more of his body away from the pocket would clear up that action more. I also feel that frame 4 could be clearer here, although this is tricky, because that is the natural position for someone to wipe their nose, but I could perhaps have turned this action to a side profile as I had in the earlier tests to make the tissue clearer against the nose. I do feel however, that these poses are clear enough to communicate the actions and they work best in terms of flow, having tried side turns in my animation tests and deciding that, against a fixed background, they were a little jarring.
These are the silhouette tests for the metalhead, and whilst these poses are simpler, I feel pose 2 hear is the crucial one in terms of acting, as it gives the audience time to take in what he is holding, similarly to poses 3, 5 & 6 for the old man, whereas if the action had gone directly from his hands closed together, to the tissue being pressed against the old man’s face, the audience don’t get time to read what the metalhead is holding and what his intentions are,
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Meet Mia! She looks like Tinker Bell, you say? Yes. Yes, she does. Her character was heavily inspired by the little pixie, and her look is basically identical cause, well, cause I can't draw without tracing something. Stop judging long enough for me to tell you about this character, okay? Mia, the Magically Mute Mime, is Blithe's best friend of over a decade. No one knows how old she was when she joined the circus, she never told. She was so tiny she could easily have passed as a 6-year-old but sassy enough to be 16. She was quickly "collected" by Blithe as his new best friend, and they were soon inseparable. She easily mastered miming and object manipulation and, with Blithe's help, learned balancing and buffoonery. But before diving more into the dynamic duo, let's talk backstory.
"If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." This simple saying had quite an effect on young Mia. See, you never know who you might be insulting. And if you happen to make a disparaging comment on a peer's hair who happens to have magical abilities that happen to take expressions literally... you might find yourself unable to say anything at all ever again. Technically the curse still allows for nice things to be said, but, see, Mia never has anything nice to say. She was born spitful, sassy and sour and wasn't about to let a stupid curse control her life. Still, instead of simply learning to play nice, she stuck her nose up and stubbornly refused to say a word.
Mia had been silent for weeks and her parents went from frustrated to greatly concerned. When a certain Hide and Seek Circus came to town, Mia's wealthy parents took her to see the last performance on closing night in hopes that it would coax a laugh or a cry and even a surprised shout from her. Still, Mia didn't make a sound. But that isn't to say she wasn't enthralled. Not a word was spoken that she could understand throughout the performance, yet each and every story was clearly communicated. Two people high above the stands told stories of love and loss just by swinging suspended by long flowing silks. Groups of absurdly dressed people moving in over-exaggerated grotesque movements put out a none existent fire. Entire stories were told by just one person with nothing but a face full of white face paint. And thus, Mia heard the art of mime silently calling to her.
When no one was looking, Mia snuck away and hid in a costume closet. Not two hours had passed when she found herself rocked about as though in the back of a very rickety wagon. All night she was bounced about until, at last, they stopped moving long enough for someone to hear her frantic pounding. A little boy with a mop of curly brown hair freed her from her mothball prison, a huge grin spreading across his freckled features. The rest is history.
Now, as you can imagine, Blithe's slowly declining vision affected Mia the most. Being mute, the only way the two of them communicated was through games of charades. But if your friend can no longer see your movements clearly enough to translate... things get complicated. So you can imagine Mia's dread when Blithe told her she was just a multi-colored blob in his vision. He'd never pushed her for details on why she never spoke, but now he begged her to say something. At first, she couldn't. She couldn't think of a single happy thought to spark a nice word. She was too scared of losing her only friend, of being alone. But then Blithe wrapped her in a hug and quieted the tears she hadn't even realized she'd been shedding. she looked up at him and saw he was just as scared and hopeless as she felt. Yet he still reached out to comfort her even as he struggled. And she realized just how easy it was to think of a happy thought when she thought of Blithe. And so, for the first time in years, Mia said something nice.
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How to win a heart of Floyd Leech?
a/n: Someone requested this; ask got deleted by accident! Hope you will like it, Anon!
Warning!
Once you start walking through the specific points of the guide, your life will be exposed to the presence of Floyd Leech. Interrupting the action at one of the stages may cause many problems; F. Leech categorizes stopping as "boring", which puts the user of this guide in great danger.
The only way out is to get to the very end. Or not to start at all.
You act at your own risk.
1. Be an easy new target.
To one’s surprise, it is much harder not to catch his attention.
You can easily become another entertaining target of Floyd, mostly by doing silly things or him just considering them as ones.
And to automatically get labelled as “silly”, you just need to fall into one of his traps—he prepares them for someone else, maybe for goldfish, maybe for another person given a sea-inspired nickname, expecting to enjoy watching how familiar face twitches with terror as he jumps into the scene and tightly embraces passing student.
But no. You were the one who showed up in the wrong place and time as Floyd jumped out from his hideout, scaring you half to death. With a strangled yelp, you sharply backed away. After gaining a slight flush on your cheeks, you recognised who you just bumped into and quietly gasped.
However, he was much more bewildered than you were.
He had never encountered somebody who wouldn’t just freeze under his touch. Jumping away, gasping, muttering half-hearted apologies and flushing? That’s new.
That’s also entertaining.
Even after your quickly disappearance from the scene, his gaze somehow inexplicably started returning to you.
2. Visit Mostro Lounge often.
“We’re looking for someone who would like to work part-time for Azul~” Floyd said, sliding poster across the table. He popped up in front of you unannounced, having your thoughts return to dark reality.
“Oh,” you replied quietly, packing your things faster. “Good luck with it.”
You got up from your seat, but the thought of letting you go just like that didn’t even cross Floyd’s mind.
“Ehh? Shrimpy, aren’t you going to try?” he asked, frowning. You winced a little at the nickname he called you, not sure how to feel about it. “You know, you won’t work there for free.”
Azul will grant your wish.
You fidgeted a little, questioning your response. You heard—who didn’t?—rumours that Octavinelle leader could fulfil any request for a certain price. Ones were working for it, others were paying, and lasts were trading their request with Azul’s one.
The thought of having anything just by working in some café made you consider the offer again—this time quickier.
“I will go,” you decided.
“Hooray!” Floyd smiled cheerfully, just as if he won some grand prize in the lottery. “But what could Shrimpy possibly wish for, to change your response so drastically~?” he wondered but didn’t get any answer in return.
3. Be honest.
“Shrimpy...”
You passed Floyd, without sparing him a look. Anyone who has known you for a while would notice that your movements were a bit stiff and creaky.
Once you heard Floyd’s voice, a wave of tiredness struck you as if you didn’t get any sleep last night after working your shift in Mostro Lounge.
There were so many people to serve, so many things to do... and yet, you couldn’t help with anything, still not knowing how everything works, messing up with orders and breaking some plates in process.
Floyd buzzing around you, asking you some random questions (“Shrimpy, have you done it before?”). You answered them quickly, but each of them bumped you out of rhythm, making you forget what you were doing. It also didn’t help that Floyd certainly liked you being disoriented, replying with a shrug and grin on his face at your thundering glances.
So now, after gaining a little trauma from working in Octavinelle’s café, all you could do is ignore Floyd’s presence, silently accusing him of your infamous fiasco.
“Hey, Shrimpy!” he called you again, catching you up. “Are you mad?”
“I am not mad,” you snapped and took an unstable breath. “Look, I just started working, and on my first day I made already so many mistakes—”
“Yeah,” he replied indifferently. “And what with that?”
“...I couldn’t even correctly serve drinks—”
“Oh, stop!” Floyd muffled your mouth with his hand, an annoying look on his face. “I know where it is going. And no, you can’t quit a job, after all my efforts to get you there. It will get boring again!”
“But—”
“Stop, stop, stop,” he corrected his hand on your mouth, now not letting even a sound get through his fingers. “Azul knows that you tried your best. And for these plates you broke, he already added them to your paycheck. You need to practice! Not to give up, Shrimpy!”
You looked up at him, quite stunned by these words. Perhaps he quoted someone from the book or heard someone talking like that...
But it was encouraging. In some way, considering that you couldn’t protest, having your mouth covered. But still, it was encouraging.
4. Take classes together.
You can have the power of controlling Floyd’s behaviour, making other students’ life easier. Or you two can be a walking disaster.
Turning alchemy lesson into putting random ingredients into a boiler and praying that the mysterious mixture won’t explode.
History classes started being a regular pinching ritual to keep yourself from falling asleep (you are being pinched more, even when you don’t feel sleepy).
In contrast, flying lessons are peaceful. Nor Jade, nor Floyd, nor Azul are fond of these classes. Floyd is much eager to stand both feet on the ground, watching you practice or having you sulking next to him about heights.
However, if you are a calm, shy, or tranquil person, exchanging little notes or drawings will be a little habit of yours. Handing them discreetly under the eye of sir Crewel is quite a challenge, but it also gives satisfaction once the note was given.
Floyd throws away most of your paper conversations, but the ones he really likes, he cherishes them by keeping them with him, stuffed in his pockets. He will be irritated if anyone would like to see what you two were writing about, even if the talk was about new strawberries delivery for the new recipe.
5. Being ticklish or not.
There are two possible scenarios, whether his new, lovely target is ticklish or not.
If is: prepare for being touched a lot. Observing how you quiver with surprise, when he lightly—he especially makes his touch less fierce, knowing very well that tickling isn’t violent—wraps his hands around your waist, making you hold your breath.
He would tickle you a lot, very often making you cry out of laugh and pain that follows sharp writhing and fidgeting, but never that much, to seriously upset you. That’s some luck in such unlucky situation.
If not: he will try to find other weak point. Or will try to make you ticklish—his hands are particularly cold and pressing them to your warm skin, might make you give him a reaction he would enjoy.
Albeit, if you also won’t return any expression even then, he will seriously search for some other weakness. Slightly biting an ear lobe, whispering next to your ear or anything that could make his smile appear, once he made you put him somewhere between “I despise you with each and every cell” and abstract mumbling with the heat on your checks.
Oh, he loves your reactions so much.
6. Learn all nicknames he gave other people (you will unlock an option to slightly dish other people).
“Oh Lord...” you muttered to yourself, as your gaze followed scribbled list of names that Jade just passed to you. He willingly connected all student’s names with pseudonyms Floyd gave other people and handed the roaster over to you once you helped him with some kitchen cleaning.
“There are so many, right?” Jade replied with a polite smile on his face. “I’m sure you already memorised some of them, being around Floyd that much.”
You nodded mindlessly as you tried to get names into your head. You mouthed them soundlessly one by one, motivated to learn them by the end of the week.
The chuckle that escaped Jade’s lips startled you, and you realised that he still was in the room. Or that you didn’t leave the Lounge even after your shift has already ended.
“My brother surely didn’t exaggerate anything about you,” he said, his tone a bit more buoyant than ever, although you couldn’t be sure as the thick air of mystery still echoed in his voice. “I wonder how it will finally end?”
7. Always share your takoyaki with him.
“What are you hiding, Shrimpy?”
You shuddered at a voice that you did not want to hear at this moment, not for all the world. Unless that the world included a chest filled with takoyaki, which you could give to certain somebody.
You felt that instead of a shashlik of tasty balls, you were holding a knife in your hands, a veritable proof of a crime you had committed. It weighed heavily in your grip, and Floyd's approaching footsteps did not make your situation any better.
It was a time to hide the evidence.
You pushed as much as you could into your mouth and swallowed a few balls without even gnawing them much. You almost choked on them.
“Me? I?” you asked innocently. You sincerely hoped that no sauce or a stray piece of cake was left on your face. “What could I possibly hide?”
"Hmm, hmm~," he drew closer, and you needed all your will gathered, to make yourself stay where you were. Even without looking in the mirror, you knew you were all pale on the face. “With my little eye, I spy something...”
His gaze went down, just to your hands, which you tried to hide behind your back.
Not giving him a clear look at your palms or wooden stick, you turned around on the heel and run with all your might. Your muscles felt somehow stiff as if they also didn’t see a chance to win this race.
Now Floyd was sure you are hiding something, and there is no chance he’ll let it go.
8. Watch him at his basketball practice.
81:30 for the blue team!
“Floyd once again started playing wild,” Ace breathed with clear regret in his voice. He glanced your way, frowning at you. “It’s your fault. Please come at practices when Floyd is in my team, not otherwise.”
You laughed awkwardly as he walked away.
A moment later, Floyd reached for a bottle with water and a towel you bravely guarded through the whole practice. He smiled wholeheartedly, happy with the win, water, and your presence.
“How did you like the game?” he asked once he changed from PE clothes and you two started heading towards Octavinelle.
“It was really fun!” you admitted, a speck of amusement appeared in Floyd’s eyes. “The red team didn’t have much time to capture a ball before you got hold of it again.”
“Hehe~ I’m glad you liked it,” he said. “I really like to play basketball, even more than ever, when I know that you are watching! That’s why,” he added, sincerity well-heard in his voice, “you need to come even more often!”
You nodded happily.
You just couldn’t mind it, all that accompanying him.
It was... fun.
9. Dance, dance, dance!
Heels tapped on the floor and the sound of these steps would probably have spread through the room, if not for the jazz music pounding through Mostro Lounge’s speakers.
Floyd pulled you closer, letting a playful smile on his lips stretch even more. You couldn’t help but smile back, before gasping as he spun you around your axis. You lost balance and would fall if not steady grip around your waist, as Floyd leaned on closer to you, making you bend on one leg more and entirely rely on his touch.
Last notes of melody faded, and you still were in that pose, facing each other. With each second, Floyd’s face was changing from some form of amazement to amusement, finally letting you properly stand.
“Ha... When did you learn to dance so smoothly?” you asked smiling in wonder.
“Hehe~ With legs you can dance a lot more than in the sea,” he answered. “On land, it’s super fun~”
You nodded at his words.
Floyd was a wonderful dancer.
But you can’t be sure if being a good dancing partner is the only thing that made you feel all warm and fuzzy because butterflies still didn’t leave your stomach.
10. “Let’s do something fun!”
“Here is your paycheck,” Azul handed you a white envelope, sealed with a stamp with the Octavinelle logo. “And you, [Name], was also working for some request, right?”
You nodded as you stared at the envelope.
Somehow, knowing how stupid the lingering thought in your mind was, you couldn’t bear to look up. If you would, your gaze would probably ignore all the elegant furniture of the room, even the owner of the room, Azul, just to settle on Floyd.
If you saw anything more than his shoes, that stupid thought would make their way outside, turning plans into action.
And Floyd unknowingly did everything to make them come true.
“Shrimpy,” he cupped your face with his hands, judging by his voice he seemed quite... worried? When he made you look in his olive and gold eyes, you started holding your breath. “Are you okay?”
With that question, your strong will to wish for something expensive or practical was broken.
You started fidgeting more, not knowing how to express your thoughts in words. “I think I have a request... a question for Floyd, rather than for you, Azul...”
Azul nodded at first uncertain and the room has fallen into silence once again until you spoke.
“Well, Floyd,” you turned to him, trying your best not to wander your gaze away from him, “Please, take your time with answering, but I want your response to be, uh, honest.”
You were tripping onto your own words, embarrassment soaring in your body as you started to think that you should’ve kept quiet. But Floyd was patient with your answer, as well as Jade and Azul who observed the situation as if they predicted it before.
“I mean- Okay, just answer the question.” You took an erratic breath. “Would you like to—”
“Sure!” Floyd interrupted you before even hearing the whole question. “I would like to do everything with you.”
You stood there, all confused. But, by Floyd’s expression you knew that he guessed what you wanted to say. Face heating up, you forgot about Azul and Jade, who hid a chuckle by turning his head to the side.
“How fun,” he said as Floyd wrapped his arms around you, as if shielding you from other people in the room.
“I won’t share Shrimpy with you, Jade. Not a chance.”
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Hiiiiii could I request a Marauders x reader… platonic. Where they are just coaxing her through a bad day/migraine?
Hii! there isn't that much comforting other then them being clingy and sorta protective, but I still hope you like!!
The Marauders When You Have A Migraine
Word count; 1.8k
[ Warning: fem reader, doodles, eating, migraines/description of headaches, swearing, Sirius refers to you as “their baby” ]
Quick note, there’s a scene where the boys draw on the reader with a marker. I didn’t specify what colour the marker was, so depending on your skin colour you can interrupt the colour as you wish.
You slumped at the Gryffindor dining table, hair matted in a low messy hairstyle. You didn't even try and brush it out, you woke up and left it how it was. You couldn't even bring yourself to dress in new fresh clothing, you wore what you slept in.
Eyeing the breakfast options, you felt a pain tingle through your head. The nerves bunching and squeezing together to make it unbearable to concentrate.
" [ name ]! We have class in 15 minutes and you're not even dressed!" James bellowed from across the table, you pushed your shoes against the floor and slumped. Remus gave a confused look, his eyes narrowing as he glanced between Peter and Sirius.
"Come on, we have time to get some food in 'ya," Sirius declared, pushing toast onto your plate. The curly raven haired male even buttered your toast just the way you liked, even filling your glass with fresh squeezed orange juice.
"How 'ya feel-in?" Peter pronounced through mouthfuls of food, James swatting the blonds head in retaliation. "Wormy, don't speak with your mouth full,"
Sirius cackled from beside you, Peter stomped his foot onto Sirius in response. Sirius made a dramatic scene, falling towards the cold stone floor as he held his foot with forced shaky breaths. "My foot! My foot! I've been assaulted!" He whined, rolling from side to side.
Remus lets out a loud sigh from beside you, your head buzzing from the noise of ongoing chatter. You could hear James laugh loudly, like he always does. Usually his laugh was contagious, but it was incredibly annoying at the moment. Along with snickers and loud whines, you gripped your cup and brought it to your lips. Peter swallowed, reaching for another pancake as he watched you take long sips.
" ya never answered my question," Peter rambled before taking a gracious bite. You shrugged, Sirius sliding back into his seat. The boys all looked towards you, your fork picking at the blueberries Sirius pushed onto your plate moments prior.
"Another headache?" James asked, cleaning his pants from crumbs as he pushed his finished plate aside. You nodded briefly, a plain expression adorned on your features. Another hot buzz dangled in your mind, your forehead throbbing along with it.
"Maybe we should take you to madam Pomfry, you shouldn't be getting them this often," Remus responded. Sirius made a pouting face, before he took you into his arms.
"Our baby is hurt!" Sirius exaggerated loudly, causing staring eyes to look towards the group of friends. You flushed a bit, embarrassed by Sirius nature. You pushed him away, going back to picking at your food.
"I ain't nobody's baby," you said while pushing Sirius further away, James and Peter sniggered as Sirius made puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes, a bit grumpy from the constant throbbing.
"Bloody hell, it fucking hurts. It's not even bad, it's just the constant throbbing is pissing me off," you complained, shoving the piece of toast in your mouth. You watched as students finished eating, occasionally leaving for their first class of the day.
The boys all exchanged looks, Remus placing a hand on your back to give it a gentle rub. You push your plate back, your arms coming on the table as you rest in them.
As more students leave, professor Mcgonagall makes her way over to your rambunctious group. She softens at the scene, seeing the four boys rub your shoulder or arms to try and give their sympathy.
You sigh as you hear her shoes click with the ground, professor Mcgonagall stands a few inches away from you all. She clears her throat, all eyes directing towards her except for you.
"Class is about to start... is there a problem with miss [ last name ]?" The older woman asked, trying to mask her worry. Remus had explained earlier to her that you had been having numerous migraines.
"She's having another headache Minnie, our baby is dying!" Sirius exclaimed, Remus reaching over to swat him away from you with an annoyed look plastered on his face. Even though you couldn't see Sirius, you laughed as you thought about his whining face.
Professor Mcgonagall clasped her tongue, about to tell off Sirius for the nickname he'd given her. But instead, she placed her attention on you.
"I'll take her to the infirmary, surely madam Pomfrey has a potion to help," she explained, the boys all standing together in the same motion. You still kept your head pressed into your forehead.
"Can we go with her?" James whispered, hoping that they could be with you. They all hated when you were in pain, it felt like they had to protect you. You were their bestfriend, they surely couldn't let a thing ever bug you unless it was them.
"I'm sorry Potter, but you have class," Professor McGonagall frowned, the boys were about to protest to stay with you. But Minnie quickly shut them down, her hand raising as all the boys shut their jaws closed.
"It's alright, I'll see you later," you told them, raising with a throb as you walked with them all towards the doors. You parted way painfully, Sirius almost crying as he clung onto your leg. The rest of the boys watched, even James tearing up. He took his round spectacles off, dabbing his eyes with a spare cloth he had in his pocket.
"You can't be serious," you retorted at them, an annoyed look on your face as Minnie checked her watch with frowned eyes.
"Well... technically," Sirius began, but he couldn't finish his sentence as you kicked him off of you. You were upset, tired, and in pain. As much as you loved them, they were too much sometimes.
"Just go, I'll see you later," you tried to cover up your annoyed state, but the boys picked up on it. Sirius straightened up, fixing his shirt as they left with their heads down casted towards the ground.
"Idiots they are," you told Professor McGonagall, she only laughed and led you towards the infirmary.
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After a few missed classes, it was finally lunch. All the boys scrambled to the dining hall, shoving foods on plates. They ignored the stares, jogging up to the infirmary where you slept.
With the creak of the door, Sirius and James peaked inside. They saw no one, only a lump on the farthest bed. They all skipped over to you with slow whispers, trying to make sure you won’t wake up. Sirius pushed the blanket of your face, all of them relieved to see you still asleep.
“Prongs, do you have a spare marker on you?” Sirius asked, a growing smirk on his face. James put down the plate on a nearby table, fishing through his pockets to try and find a marker.
“Pads, no,” Remus said sternly, knowing what the raven haired male would do. Peter looked between the three boys, a bit unsure of what Sirius was going to do. The blonde boy put his plate near James, picking up half a sandwich as he sat near your feet.
“Pads yes,” Sirius smiled widely, James passing him the thick inked marker. Remus rolled his eyes, not stopping Sirius from his antics. Sirius crawled on the bed, an evil smile on his features as he unclasped the marker. He wrote “baby” with big thick letters on your forehead, giggling when you twitched and tried to swat his hand away in your sleeping state.
“Give me the marker,” James whispers, not waiting for Sirius to pass him it as he snatched it for himself. The bispecticle male drew 4 happy stick figures and a rat on your cheek, his tongue poked out in concentration.
“Why am I the only one in my amingi form?” Peter asked, frowning as James passed him the marker. He began to draw a small smiley face in your open palm, writing a messy “Peter was here” on your arm.
“Because, there wasn’t enough room and plus, you’re cuter in rat form,” James teased, but his words sounded very sweet so Peter took it as a compliment. Sirius and Remus cackled loudly, making you stir awake. Your eyes fluttered open, looking around between the boys above you.
“Uh… hello?” You greeted, stretching slightly as you looked around the empty room. Sirius pushed Peter and James away from the bed, sprawling his limbs out to hog you from their affection.
“Hi!” They all chanted at once, Remus moving closer as he pushed at Sirius to make room. The tall male sat down, rummaging through his bag for a minute before pulling out a chocolate bar.
“Eat,” Remus said, even opening the wrapper for you. He broke off a piece, swatting Sirius's wandering hand when he tried to take a piece for himself. You sat up on the bed, unaware of the markings on your skin. You chewed the gooey chocolate, resting against the bed frame with a satisfied hum.
“Did you bring me food?” You asked, a smile on your face as you realized all the plates. The boys nodded, bringing the plates over for you all to feast upon.
“What’s so funny?” You asked when Sirius started to laugh, James also chuckling. You irked slightly, touching over your face to try and see if there were crumbs. This made the boys laugh harder, making you feel embarrassed as you choke out a “what? Is there something on my face?”
You notice the little doodle Peter left you, realizing what had happened. You pushed Sirius's head, making him bump into James. You laughed at the scene, both boys rubbing their forehead with a pouty face.
“Does it come off?” You asked Remus, a sigh on your lips as you ran off towards the bathroom.
“Nope,” he called out, a small smile on his face. You looked in the mirror, seeing the obvious doodles drawn by your boys. You knew exactly who the culprit was for the big letters written on your forehead.
“Sirius! What the hell is this?” You called, stomping back to the bed where they all sat. Sirius raises his hands, pointing to James and Peter. “It’s not just me! They did it as well!”
“You bitch,” James gasped, a hand on his heart as he held a dramatic glint in his eyes. Peter dropped his head, muttering his apologies. All the boys start to bicker at Sirius, calling him a tattletale. You smile and lean back against the bed, bringing a biscuit to your mouth as you watch the quarrel unfold, this was definitely the entertainment you needed on this shitty day.
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[hunter x afab!reader] hunter thinks it's a good idea for you to learn hand-to-hand. and if it's a way for you to see him sweaty, sleeveless, and in close quarters, who are you to turn down the perfect opportunity?
warnings: unprotected vaginal sex
w/c: 4.7k
a/n: i'm a simple creature—i see the sexual tension of hand-to-hand combat, and i am brought low. also the marauder has a cargo hold for literary purposes, now. anyways enjoy my first nsfw fic on this blog. reposting bc tumblr censored me :/
“Try again,” Hunter orders as he crouches down beside where you lie sprawled, chest heaving and arms limp on the training mat. “Just like I showed you: trap the wrist, lock the arm, twist and throw.”
“Unlike you,” you wheeze, struggling to lift your head off the floor, “I’m not exactly built to throw people around.” You forego your weak attempt to get up, and you swear you feel your teeth rattle as the back of your head hits the mat with a dull thud.
You turn your head, meeting the sergeant's piercing gaze with a weary half-grimace half-grin. There’s a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes—maybe incredulity—that he might be training a half-fledged jedi in the brutally graceful art of floorslamming an opponent over a shoulder while the others had taken Omega on a trip to meet the natives. It’s something you should know well, having spent your youth under the wild and unrelenting martial acrobatics of master Voss, but at the end of the day, you would choose swordplay over brute physicality without hesitation.
Especially if you’re facing off against an opponent who can and has hefted you high above his head and practically launched you across the training mat.
If Hunter’s amused at all by this knowledge, he only makes it known with a huff.
“Empire’s out for your head; you need to learn to fight in more ways than your fancy jedi training. That includes hand-to-hand just in case you lose your lightsaber. Again.”
“That was once, Hunter!” you whine, warmth spreading across your cheeks. But he’s right. Loathe as you are to admit it, no amount of force pushing would have gotten you out of that mess on Onderon, and it was a miracle (otherwise known as Echo) that you’d found your lightsaber at all.
It’s an embarrassing memory and, deeper down, a dangerous one that could have ended in more than stray blaster fire. Petulant as you would like to be, Hunter has a point. So you reach up, flapping your hand about until you feel Hunter’s hand wrap around yours, callused and firm, and yank you up to your feet. You stumble as you regain your footing, but as soon as you’ve collected your bearings, you’re shaking your hands out and bouncing on the tips of your toes.
“Fuck it. Let me try again.”
“Do you want me to go slower on the approach?” Hunter asks, this time, a sure note of playful teasing dancing over his tongue. The corners of his lips curl up, imperceptible to most, but you’ve flown long enough with the crew to pick up on his slight giveaways. You narrow your eyes, fixing him with an accusatory frown.
“‘Imps won’t slow down for you y/n,’” you parrot his words with a sour expression, begrudging theatrics complete with an exaggerated eye roll.
Hunter laughs, but he’s already drawing back into a low crouch, arms raised and muscles coiled, ready to strike. You take the brief moment of clarity between your warm up and readying stance to admire him, his hair tied with his bandana, piercing eyes set in a razor focus as his chest rises and falls, even, steady. The sharp clarity is made complete, authentic, with his garb. Having swapped his standard blacks for a sleeveless top, a sheer veil of sweat glimmers brushed over the toned muscle rippling under his skin. It’s an appealing point of motivation, a reward for the small price of being thrown around for the past hour.
“You’re learning,” Hunter smiles, small and crooked, but a smile that breaks past his stolid stoicism nonetheless. “Attagirl.”
Your heart flutters, and you lunge.
Two rapid steps, and you’re meeting Hunter in the middle as he rushes towards you. Right foot, anchor heel, pivot, and the sharp wind of his arm shooting forward nearly knocks the breath from your lungs as it just barely brushes past your cheek.
He’s fast. But you’re faster, you challenge, and you shoot your left arm up, closing your grip with your right hand and trapping his forearm in your hands just beneath the hem of his glove. And when you find secure purchase, confident enough that he can’t counter, you yank with a sharp, vindictive shout. For the first time today, your grip holds.
You feel him roll over your shoulder, guided by your hand, compelled by gravity, and you’ve won. After all the blocks and parries and attacks-turned-scrambling-defenses, you’ve got Hunter exactly where you want him. Hunter may have size, bulk, experience—well, everything other than the Force—that you don’t, but if he’s taught you anything during your time with the batch it’s that timing is king.
You whoop as you feel his back roll off yours, squeezing your eyes shut as you claim your victory into the empty cargo hold.
You forget, however, the unspoken and very important step of letting go.
As soon as the split-second of simple victory flashes through you, you yelp, pulled off your feet and centre of balance flung off to the far reaches of the room. You’re reduced to an ungraceful flail of limbs and panicked disorientation as you fall, bracing yourself for an imminent collision and a sure promise of a bruise the day after. But instead of the forgiving, plasticky foam of the floor, you land with a soft oof on something else, harder than the mat, damp, bony…?
When you open your eyes, you’re propped up on one elbow, your other shoulder dipped close against Hunter’s chest, and your nose just a breath away from his collar, and, Maker help you, you can see his collarbones, sharp and clean through his blacks, rising and falling rhythmically with his heavy, straining breaths. You lift your head just in time to meet Hunter’s eyes, lightly curtained by one single swath of perfectly mussed stray hair, pupils blown wide with pride, wonder, and—
Shit.
“Uh, yay me?” you offer weakly, hoping you can blame the tremble in your voice on bone-deep exhaustion, not the blooming heat roiling in your gut.
“Yeah,” Hunter says, eyes trained on yours, steady and still.
It doesn’t take force sensitivity to feel the tension buzzing high in what little space separates your faces, the boundaries of playful sportsmanship bowing under the weight of testing curiosity, circling, prodding. The breath that passes your lips quivers, of which you’re only aware when you see Hunter’s eyes flick briefly to your lips. He lingers a moment, and you swallow hard, almost audibly, when you catch a flash of his tongue darting over his lower lip.
It might be an adrenaline high—his dilated pupils, the wild thumping of your heart against your ribs. High velocity combat and being thrown flat onto your back would do that.
You hope it isn’t.
The silence is enough to steal the sound from your tongue, just low breathing as you hover above him. It demands to be broken, something to be the first push back into the rhythm of which you have become so accustomed, the comfortable banter and competition devoid of anything more than meaningless flirting. Because for his ruggedly handsome looks, his commandeering presence, an aura that had men and women sending him drinks from across the bar, you had never let yourself seriously entertain the idea of being able to have him.
It’s hard to entertain attraction, much less romance, when you and the batch are high priority on the Empire’s list to shoot on sight, but the possibility has kept you awake at night, fingers shoved between your thighs while he sleeps two doors down. The fantasy of having, breathing him in like air, makes you feel alive, makes you feel the rare and fleeting feeling of safety. You, exiled jedi. Him, one of millions, the dedicated soldier sworn to a cause.
And yet, here you are.
Hunter lifts one hand from the floor, reaching up to brush the hair from your eyes, and you find yourself having to bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep from turning your head and nuzzling into his palm, from pushing close and staying, indulging. And while your mind blurs in the frantic flurry of fighting it, he gives in freely, turning his wrist to run his gloved thumb over your jaw. It’s the softest you’ve ever found standard issue blacks to feel, but more importantly, it’s the closest he’s ever been.
“Yay you,” he whispers.
Hunter leans forward, sliding his hand across the side of your neck, his thumb soft at your ear as he curls his fingers into your hair and closes the distance. One moment there’s a vast breadth of space between you; the next, you feel Hunter’s nose brushing over your cheek, his breath ghosting over your skin for that last moment of separation. Then you’re moving with him, meeting his lips with soft motions pleading for more as you slide one hand up into his hair and press your chests flush.
He doesn’t taste quite like your dreams, all smooth, sweet freshness dancing over your tongue. Instead, there is raw exhaustion and strain bitter and heady on his skin as he licks over your lower lip. But no matter; it is real and present and Hunter all the same.
The training room silence is broken when he nudges a knee between your legs, pressing close between the want pooling low in your belly, as you barely manage to muffle a whimper into his mouth, breathy and high as you break away to gasp. Hunter grants you that moment of rest, and he’s pulling you back down against him again, holding you tight.
“I’ll stop if you want,” he mumbles against your lips. “We stop, and we forget this ever happened. But.” He pauses to nip at your lips. “You give me the word, and we take this as far as you want, y/n. Understood?”
You nod, too busy chasing his tongue to feel his gaze fixed on you. And, as always, your blissful ignorance does not escape Hunter’s watchful eye. You whine as you feel his fingers close around your chin and lift, pulling away just enough that you can see his dark eyes steady on yours.
“I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”
“Please,” you whimper, reduced to little more than pleading submission, doe-eyed and dreamy as he slowly runs his thumb over your lip. “Want you, Hunter. Need you.”
“Attagirl.”
He makes a noise that sounds like quiet laughter, but all you care about is that he’s nuzzling against your skin and holding you close. Hunter kisses you with a trembling restraint that you practically feel vibrating under his touch, the excitement of being able to have, the roiling fear of intimacy, vulnerable and open under your palms.
It’s something you know well. You feel the same.
“We should really wash up,” he murmurs into your mouth.
“‘Fresher’s big enough for two,” you say a bit cheekily.
“You really want it all, huh?” Hunter chuckles, squeezing the back of your neck as he presses a fleeting kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“Never get anything if you don’t ask,” you smile against his lips.
“Can’t disappoint the lady, then, can I?” he grins, dropping his head back down onto the training mat. You sigh, resting your cheek on his collar for a single breath before you feel him shift beneath you, pulling you into his lap as he sits upright. Hunter offers you a final peck, a promise for more in just a short while.
You silently promise you’ll return to the hold come morning and clean up the mats before Echo can chew you out for any sloppiness, but cleanliness is the least of your concerns as you stumble with Hunter towards the threshold, all soft laughter and kisses strayed off their mark. Whatever concerns about anything other than the bliss of the now are even more obscured as the refresher doors slide shut behind you. You laugh as Hunter twists out of his blacks, which almost has you tripping out of your own, but he’s there to catch you, sturdy arms and warm skin to pull you into the stall and under a startling shock of cold water.
Maybe it’s that brief shock of cold before the showerhead runs warm that offers you a moment of clarity, the space and quiet to realize where you stand and take in the man before you. You’re no stranger to proximity, having spent more than one mission squeezed up against Hunter’s side, but closeness doesn’t begin to describe where you stand now, bared to each other beyond simple undress.
A smattering of scars stretches over Hunter’s skin, an organized chaos of milky pockmarks and slashes so often hidden under his armor. You recognize a few, blaster fire and frightened memories of blood and acrid fear, and the rest you save for a later night when you’ve sated the flutter in your chest as your eyes drift lower.
It would be embarrassing, how your mouth waters when you catch sight of his cock, half-hard and framed by a dark thatch of curls. But any need for shame is dismissed by the sheer gravity of want because he’s thick. You had always imagined him to be big—that isn’t much of a surprise—but your stomach churns delightfully at the thought of him stretching you open, making you feel him for days after.
“You’re staring,” Hunter huffs softly.
“Can you blame me?” you breathe.
Hunter laughs, rich and resonant over the patter of the shower spray, and he reaches that short distance forward, gently taking your hand in his and lifting your palm to his lips. You step backwards, letting him crowd you between the wall as you cup his cheek.
His hands, rarely bared to his brothers, let alone you, are strong and weary with scars of war, and he lets them follow the slope of your arm, tracing down your shoulder, your waist, and coming down to your hips, seeing in full clarity under his fingertips.
“Hold on tight.”
“Hunter, wait—ah!”
You yelp as he slips his forearms under your thighs without warning, hefting you up against the cool metal. In your hazy delirium, it occurs to you that you’re both exhausted from sparring and that him holding you up would only wear him down further. You want to tell him you’re perfectly fine on your feet. But whatever protest you may have had planned dies on your lips with a choked sob when you feel his fingers knead into the soft skin of your thighs and tug.
You arch off the wall, breath catching in your throat when you feel Hunter shift his hips forward and anchor you in place as he grinds his cock over your clit. Any hope of forming coherent words, let alone sound, is completely beyond you, now. Heat coils in your gut, all-consuming, white-hot tension pulled tight and ready to snap with each slow motion he makes.
And—the bastard—he’s good at it, too, leaving you squirming under his grip when he shifts away, cruelly aware of the brief moment just as your pleasure crests. Hunter lets you whine, filling the space with firm, insistent kisses over your collar: enough time for your high to ebb, enough time for him to stoke the frustration, the need tight in your core. Then he’s pressing your hips against the wall again and chasing you forwards, hips flush as he nips over your jaw.
All you find yourself able to do is dig your nails into his shoulders and sob.
“Shit, are you crying?” Hunter gasps, nearly dropping you down into a helpless heap under the warm water.
You shake your head wildly, locking your ankles around the small of his back as you keep him in place. It’s enough to startle him back into stillness, and he readjusts his grip on your thighs, the weight of his cock heavy against your throbbing cunt as you gasp for breath.
“I just—I’m fine,” you laugh, bordering delirious as stray drops of water catch on your tongue. “Just fuck me, Hunter. Make it better,” you breathe, chest heaving as you lick your lips. “Please.”
You know the expression that flashes across his face, the need to tease and prod, making gentle light of a dire situation. But this time, Hunter does not entertain it with his signature deadpan drawl, instead meeting you with a soft, imploring kiss.
“So pretty when you beg,” he whispers.
You open your mouth to offer a snappy retort; even in your desperation, there must be some dignity. Instead, your ears fill with the sound of your stuttering gasp over the water pattering against the refresher walls as, finally, finally, you feel the blunt head of his cock dip into your cunt.
Hunter pushes into you with a maddening slowness, one that reduces you to breathless whimpering broken between what gasps you can take. You dig your heels into his back and meet him with a straining moan because Maker, he’s even bigger than you thought, and it’s everything you’ve ever needed.
“Gotta breathe,” Hunter grunts, sinking deeper into you.
You’re not entirely sure whether it’s a reminder for you or for him, but you manage to slip in a gasping breath before he’s nudging up against a spot that has tears blurring your vision in dizzy euphoria. And when you come down from that high spark, legs jerking over his arms, he’s still pushing impossibly deep into you.
You watch him in a dazed trance, fixed on how his brows furrow with each quiet, flinching gasp that passes his parted lips as your cunt flutters around him. And how, through it all, his eyes never leave yours, boring into you with a fierce intensity, devotion, demanding your attention and pleading for your touch. It’s more than pure physicality, sex under the crushing uncertainty of a bounty and the shadow of conquest at your heels. He reaches for you, as open as he’s ever been, and you reach back.
“Hunter, I—”
Your words give way to a long, aching moan as you feel the sharp dip of his hips finally press up against your ass, filling you like you’ve always been meant to take him. (And you have, you swear, to him, to everything you know.)
“Gonna start moving, okay?” Hunter says through a shuddering sigh. He trails one hand up your side, thumbing over your chin while you tremble in his arms. “Cyar’ika, tell me I can.”
“Please,” you whimper.
And he delivers. You whine, feeling the slow drag, the toe-curling burn as Hunter eases almost completely out of you then pushes back in, just as slow as the first. He’s measured in his motions, and if you could see past the tears welling in your eyes, you’re sure you would see the razor focus over his features. There’s a tense edge you can barely make out from your slack-jawed disorientation, a restraint behind each careful thrust. He’s savoring it, you think as you bite down on the inside of your cheek.
But when Hunter jerks forward, punching the breath from your lungs as he drives up hard, pulling an obscene noise from your lips with a stuttering apology, you realize it’s not some way to draw this out as long as humanly possible. And as good as it is now, it’s not enough.
“H-Hunter,” you start. “Hunter, you—you don’t have to hold back—!” Your voice rises to a wavering pitch when you feel his thumb trail down your stomach, nestling close above where you part around him as he starts to rub gentle motions into your clit.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasps sharply with you when he presses deep again.
“You—you physically threw me across the cargo hold—like an hour ago,” you laugh through hiccupy sighs.
“That was different,” he chokes out a soft chuckle. “I want this to be good. For you.”
Trembling wildly, you muster the strength to lift your hand to his cheek, stroking over his wet skin as the refresher patters down around you. The aching stretch of Hunter’s cock between your thighs ebbs into something sweet, warming your chest when he turns his head to kiss your palm.
“You are good to me,” you whisper, brushing your thumb over his skin. “I want this. I want you.”
You hear him inhale sharp, holding his breath as he meets you with dark eyes, wide and searching. To his gaze, you offer him a soft smile. And it’s enough.
You barely have enough time to loop your arms around his neck and hold as Hunter shifts his grip, firm and high up on your thighs, and starts a brutal pace that has you near screaming into his neck. Your legs jerk helplessly with every relentless thrust, and you find yourself knotting your fingers into his hair, cradling his head for some—any—purchase you can find.
It’s reminders like this that while Hunter doesn’t have the imposing stature or towering height of his brothers, his sheer presence alone is overwhelming, surrounding you and consuming you whole in ways the others simply could never. The power is intoxicating, crushing in its pressure, the submission and release to pleasure it demands of you, and you sob, a whiny, choked sound you barely hear over the frantic, wet slap of Hunter’s skin against yours. It’s too much and not enough all at once, and it’s so, so achingly good.
“Fuck, I’ve always—” Hunter gasps, craning his neck to nuzzle up against your jaw. “I’ve always wanted to do this. To have you like this.” You turn your head, meeting him in a lopsided kiss, all tongue and shared breath. “Fuckin’ perfect.”
“More,” you whine, crying out when he pins you against the wall, just so he might reach between your thighs again and thumb insistently over your clit.
Even with the water showering over your skin, you’re distinctly aware of the tears streaking down your cheeks, only fitting for the overwhelming sensation building in your core, cresting in blinding heat with every drag, every ridge of his cock moving inside you.
He fucks into you with soft noises, low enough that they might be drowned out by the sound of water if you weren’t pressed so close. It’s fitting, that the stolid discipline of a sergeant might follow him off the battlefield and into the bedroom, but as characteristic of him as it may be, you can’t bring yourself to particularly care—not when he’s holding you up like a ragdoll and bending you to his pleasure. You cling tighter to him with a muffled sob.
It’s nothing like your nights alone in your bunk, wishing for a warm body and something more than hopeful fantasy. Where your fingers only offered you a shot of momentary bliss, this feels like you’re falling apart in his hands, utterly powerless in only the best of ways as the coil in your gut draws tight.
“‘m close,” you croak as the heat seeps bone-deep, spreading down your spine, blazing in the tips of your fingers, and finding home in the buzzing haze between your eyes. “Hunter, I’m—I’m so close.”
“Let go,” Hunter croons, bearing the rough pad of his thumb harder against your clit, pressing firm with every thrust forward, soothing as he draws back. Your cunt squeezes down around him with the spike in want pooled in your gut, drawing a low moan from his lips, and he meets you with a thrust hard enough that you squeal. “Doin’ so well, cyar’ika.”
Trembling, you bury your nose in the juncture of his neck, but you’re pressed backward instead, a light, unyielding pressure at your neck before the back of your head is guided against the metal wall. Hunter holds you at the throat, nothing but a hovering presence of his warmth over your skin, but enough that he commands your attention, steady gaze, pupils blown as he thrusts up against you, pushing you higher and higher against that mindless gap of pleasure with every intent to pull you apart.
“Look at me, y/n,” he murmurs, low and hoarse. “Look at me when you come.”
He drives into you once more, hard, and the tension mounting in your gut breaks like a dam, flooding over your tongue in sweet, simple pleasure that pulses and shudders through your core. You feel it like your body, your visceral pleasure, is not your own, floating in a mindless state of bliss no longer anchored to anything but your rapidly beating heart and the shivering tremors buzzing at your fingertips. Lips parted in a silent cry, your lashes flutter as you let yourself be swept up in the peak of your pleasure, swept up in him, his gaze trained firm, fond on yours.
And you’re too fucked out to do more than gasp, breathy, stuttering inhales as Hunter settles his hands around your waist and starts a pace impossibly faster than before. Somehow, through the aching tremor in your legs and your limp form pressed up against the wall, you manage to keep your grip steady and keep your arms wrapped snug around Hunter’s shoulders. He pulls your pleasure, agonizingly long with no end in sight, chasing his high as you whimper and plead unintelligibly into his ear.
“C-Close?” you manage, digging your fingertips deeper into the sinew of his back.
Hunter hums, a feeble attempt to keep what little composure he has left, but you feel his movements lose the steady rhythm he had maintained thus far, forgoing fluidity and grace for the raw and primal need to satiate. Lucid sensation beyond you, you simply let him take his fill, lazily running your tongue over his lips and holding him tight as he continues to fuck into you with erratic, stuttering thrusts.
And not a moment later, Hunter bears your hips down hard on his, gasping like he’s taken his first breath of air as his climax thunders through him. You squirm in his hold with a thready groan, reveling in the warm spurts of come filling your cunt and oozing down the curve of your ass onto the refresher floor. For all your exhaustion, you curl your fingers at the base of his neck, pulling him close into a slow, lazy kiss, more languid touches than an actual kiss, but a promise of intimacy all the same.
Hunter tips forward and shifts one arm to wrap snug around the small of your back, propping you both against the wall with the other as the tension drains from his coiled poise. He sags forward with a final, shuddering sigh, pulling out of you and setting you on your wobbly feet, to which you promptly pitch forward against his shoulder.
He laughs and catches you with breathless ease.
“I have no idea how we didn’t slip,” you gasp through heaving inhales, shuddering as you feel warm rivulets of come dripping down the skin of your inner thigh. As the pleasure subsides, you return to your surroundings in a haze, faintly aware of the running showerhead, the steam, and you drop your head forward, knocking your forehead gently against Hunter’s.
“Neither do I,” he laughs and nuzzles close. “Next time, we’ll pick somewhere with less water.”
“Next time?” you prod, knowing full well that neither you nor Hunter were particularly fond of mindless flings.
“Next time,” Hunter grins, tipping his head forward and brushing his lips over your brow.
“If you two are done in there!” Echo’s voice, exasperation weary and gruff, cuts through the patter of water against the metal paneling with a bang, nearly sending you and Hunter scrambling apart if the refresher stall wasn’t already so narrow. “We need showers!”
“What do you mean ‘you two?’” Omega chirps from outside the door. You have to clap your hand over your mouth to keep from laughing aloud as you watch the rosy pallor drain from Hunter’s face as you hear her muffled protests as someone (likely Wrecker) coaxes her away.
“Not it—you’re giving her the talk,” you quip, biting back a smile as you peck his cheek.
“Maker help me,” he mutters.
#argh tumblr censored my first post#anyways#i originally wanted to write a sparring scene with wrecker but. i think that wouldn't really give you a fighting chance#hunter x reader#sergeant hunter x reader#bad batch x reader#yaej.writes#filter
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