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OC Deep Dive Questionnaire
💛Atlas & Asher🩵
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Of course, I went overboard with this, so grab your favorite beverage and let's dive right in, shall we? ☕💕
-what common/uncommon fear do they have?
💛Atlas: [Pointing to Asher] Water.
🩵Asher: You can’t just leave it at that. It’s not like if you set a glass of water on the table, I’ll run screaming. I have a fear of drowning, so I don’t like to be submerged in water. You’re never going to catch me out swimming. Probably not on a boat either, while we’re at it. Not taking any chances.
💛Atlas: Fair enough. But you won’t even put your face under the water in the shower.
🩵Asher: That’s because it reminds me of being submerged in water. Anyway, this conversation is making me sweaty, and there just happens to be water on the other side of this fence, so let's change the subject. Next question.
-do they have any pet peeves?
🩵Asher: Oh, Atlas fuckin’ hates mindless small talk, like the kind you use just to fill the silence, or because you awkwardly feel like you need to talk to the person next to you. Seriously, he’ll like you a lot more if you just sit next to him in silence for an hour.
💛Atlas: Very true. And yet, your record for silence is, what, twenty minutes?
🩵Asher: Maybe. But I don’t make mindless small talk.
💛Atlas: Yeah, I do like listening to you ramble on about your latest obsessions. You get all animated and excited, it’s really cute.
🩵Asher: You’re really cute.
-what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?
💛Atlas: Uh, I don’t know, what’s in our room besides the obvious? Probably too many electronics.
🩵Asher: Right, between the computer and the switch and my drawing tablet and our phones...
💛Atlas: And your sketchbooks and pencils. How many pencils does someone need?
🩵Asher: I don’t have enough; I’ll tell you that much. Count yourself lucky that most of my art supplies are scattered between Lex’s place and my parents’ house. One day I’ll get it all organized in one place, but that day is not today.
-what do they notice first in a person?
🩵Asher: Hm. That's a good question. What did you notice about me first?
💛Atlas: Your hair, obviously.
🩵Asher: [laughs]
💛Atlas: But no, I would say your eyes. I’d never met anyone with such pure gray eyes before, they’re striking. Your eyes are very expressive too. And you make eye contact with people more than anyone else I know. Like, whenever I talk to you, I always feel like you’re really listening.
🩵Asher: [smiles] I am.
-on a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?
🩵Asher: Oh god, mine is probably like a 5, and Atlas’s is probably a fuckin’ 8 or 9.
💛Atlas: I would’ve said 7, but we can go with 8.
-do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?
💛Atlas: I think my first instinct is freeze, but then probably flight. Depending on the situation, I’ll walk away or hide away.
🩵Asher: Mostly. But with James, you definitely went to fight.
💛Atlas: That was different. I don’t care if people hurt me, but I’m not going to let them hurt the people I love. Ash is definitely more of a fighter than I am.
-do they come from a big family/are they a family person?
🩵Asher: I don’t come from a big family, it’s just my parents, me, my sister, and my niece, but we are very close. But honestly, family isn’t just about relatives. Chosen family is just as important. When I say my family is the most important thing to me, I don’t just mean them, I also mean Atlas and Lex and Dawn and Phoenix and Aspen too. And Jasper, obviously.
💛Atlas: Exactly. If we’re talking about relatives, I come from a very large family, but I will never see or speak to any of them again, except for Dawn, of course. A few years ago, I never would’ve considered myself a family person, but Ash’s family taking me in changed all that. I’d definitely say I am now.
🩵Asher: I love that.
-what animal represents them best?
💛Atlas: Oh, that’s easy. Ash is just like Jasper, his border collie. Playful and energetic, friendly, intelligent, hardworking, and he loves to snuggle.
🩵Asher: Hm. I think for Atlas, I’d say a deer.
💛Atlas: A deer?
🩵Asher: Yeah, like, you’re quiet and cautious, a bit anxious with a tendency to hide, but you’re also beautiful and sweet.
💛Atlas: You make me sound more like a bunny.
🩵Asher: No, definitely not a bunny. Have you ever come upon a big buck deer? They’re majestic and intimidating, and they’ll kick your ass if they have to. They’re… survivors.
-what is a smell that they dislike?
💛Atlas: Ammonia.
🩵Asher: No one likes the smell of ammonia.
💛Atlas: I know, but when I was a kid, at the end of every school year, we’d have to clean our desks with this ammonia spray. Twenty kids spraying ammonia in an enclosed room. It was awful. I’m sure they had the windows open, but even still, that smell is seared into my brain, makes me want to gag just thinking of it.
-have they broken any bones? if so, how?
🩵Asher: Okay, story time! So, when I was ten? Eleven? Something like that. Anyway, I was dancing around in my room, as one does, and I tripped on a book, one of many scattered around my disaster of a room, and tried to catch myself as I went down. Bad decision. I’ll spare you the details, but the pain I felt in my wrist was horrible. I literally saw stars. And then I almost puked when I looked at it. So, of course, I started screaming for my mom. She came running in, and I told her that I’d broken my wrist. And what did she do? She yanked on it and snapped it back into place! Because apparently, I’d just dislocated it. But, fuck, it hurt. If a broken bone is worse than that, then I hope I never break one.
💛Atlas: I broke a toe once. Stubbed it on the corner of my bed when I was in college. I wasn’t good about taping it up or anything either, so it healed a little crooked.
-how would a stranger likely describe them?
🩵Asher: For Atlas? One word: quiet. How they interpret that quietness varies though. Some people think he’s really shy, others think he’s just aloof. But he’s actually neither. He’s introverted and pensive, sure, but he’s also very warm and enjoys chatting with people if it’s a more meaningful conversation, y’know. Like, when we first met, we would talk for hours and hours.
💛Atlas: That’s true, but you’re such an easy person to talk to. I think that’s what people would say about Ash. He’s just very relaxed and friendly and has a way of putting people at ease. He’s good at connecting with people and getting them talking and making them laugh.
-are they a night owl or a morning bird?
🩵Asher: Probably night owls, I’d say. Atlas prefers starting his day later and working late, if he has the option.
💛Atlas: Yeah, but these days, it feels like I’m working all the time. But even still, Ash starts his day earlier. I don’t know. I think he’s somehow both. He has no issues with mornings, but he also gets a burst of energy in the evening and sometimes it’s hard to get him to come to bed.
🩵Asher: To sleep, anyway.
💛Atlas: [laughs] Right.
-what is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?
💛Atlas: Ah, Ash hates vinegar and anything pickled. And he loves warm spices like cinnamon and cardamom.
🩵Asher: Oh my god, and Atlas is fuckin’ backwards when it comes to this. He likes bitter flavors to a strange degree, like super bitter beer and strong coffee and he’ll only eat chocolate if it’s the super dark stuff, otherwise he hates it. He doesn’t like sweets. No sugary drinks or candy or even pastries.
-do they have any hobbies?
🩵Asher: We both love gaming and dancing. Otherwise, I like to draw and spend time with my dog. My favorite is taking him down to the beach to play fetch, he loves it there.
💛Atlas: Yeah, and I don’t know, I like to stay active because I feel like I’m constantly at a desk otherwise. I used to rock climb a lot, but since we climbed Mt. Komorebi, we took a break and never really got back to it, so I pretty much just run and work out at the gym occasionally. And I like to sing.
🩵Asher: Seriously, I wish you could hear him. He has the most incredible voice.
💛Atlas: Aw, thank you.
-boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises?
💛Atlas: Ash would love it! He’d be so stoked that everyone showed up for him like that.
🩵Asher: And Atlas would probably dump me on the spot if I ever did that to him.
💛Atlas: I don’t know if I’d dump you, but… okay, yeah, I probably would.
-do they like to wear jewelry? if so, what is their favorite piece?
🩵Asher: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Atlas wear any jewelry.
💛Atlas: No, I’ve tried, but I could never get used to it. I’d always end up taking it off by midday.
🩵Asher: I can see that. I wear earrings, but that’s it. I used to wear a necklace that an ex gave me, but I threw it out when we broke up. I wanted to throw it into the ocean, but I didn’t dare to walk out on the dock [laughs] so I tossed it in a dumpster instead.
💛Atlas: I didn’t know that. Which ex?
🩵Asher: Elias.
💛Atlas: Ahh. Yikes.
🩵Asher: Yeah. Anyway. Next question.
-do they have neat or messy handwriting?
💛Atlas: I think we both write fairly neat.
🩵Asher: I think so too. Yours is all sharp angles, but it’s not sloppy.
💛Atlas: Yeah, and you have a strong preference for uppercase letters. Sometimes it’s rushed, but it’s never messy. Actually, I’ve never thought about it before, but I really like your handwriting.
🩵Asher: I like yours too.
-what are two emotions they feel the most?
🩵Asher: [points to Atlas] Anxious.
💛Atlas: All of the time.
🩵Asher: And, hm, we can only pick two? I’d probably go with either introspective or focused.
💛Atlas: That’s probably right. For you, I’d say, passionate or inspired and then maybe playful or energetic or something like that. Okay yeah, passionate and playful.
-do they have a favorite fabric?
💛Atlas: Probably cotton, I guess.
🩵Asher: Yeah, same. I don't know. Never really thought about it, to be honest.
-what kind of accent do they have?
🩵Asher: I don’t know. Do we have accents? I mean, I guess Atlas gets a hint of a drawl when he drinks, it’s pretty cute.
💛Atlas: I do not.
🩵Asher: You do! I never told you because I didn’t want you to get self-conscious and try to stop.
💛Atlas: It’s a good thing I don’t drink often, I guess.
🩵Asher: Whatever. I love it.
💛Atlas: And I love you.
🩵Asher: I love you too.
And I love them too!! 🥹
Okay, whew! What are the chances anyone actually read all that?
I really can't just be normal about these things, can I?
Oh well...
Now it's your turn!!
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Answer them normally, or have a little fun with it, or ignore me completely, that's fine too (no it's not) 🫶🏻
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Let’s be real. This is what more or less happened.
#capcom im sorry but he's gay#the people have spoken#and by people I mean me#wintersberg#ethan winters#Karl Heisenberg#karl heisenberg x ethan winters#heisenwinters#my art#tho art is probably a stretch#I like how I said I would draw on my tablet more and it's just more doodles#with SOME effort put into it#anywho#tw language
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Model- 141+ König NSFW
Based on requests:
1.OKAY BUT 141+KÖNIG WITH A READER THAT DOES DIGITAL ART🏃♂️
2.Can you write about TF141+König with an S/O what draws, animates, etc? I was thinking more digital art, but traditional is cool too. If you only wanna do one character, can it be Ghost? Thank you!
GN!reader, digital artist/painter!reader, established!relationship, civilian!reader, smut, 18+, MDNI, Sub!Male, Dom!reader
A/N: Some will be short...and you'll definitely notice who is my favourite on this one
As someone with the talent and skills to create art with your hands and a clean canvas, you always find yourself looking for a model. Thankfully, he is there now, in that position, just for you.
Price:
You mentioned before that you needed a model to help you with proportions for your art. Your strong and bulky boyfriend decided to be just the right model you needed. For months you and him work late at night, and he props himself up for you, wearing whatever you need to bring your ideas to life. The people who buy said art always admire how realistic your art looks, and how no other artist does what you do. And it's all thanks to him.
At the moment, he is on the sofa, dressed in a black suit, a collar around his neck, eyes looking at you, pleading for you. "Stay still, I have to get this angle." You sketch his body onto the canvas of your tablet. You had been teasing him since he woke up, vibrator to his sensitive cock. You had tied him up before this session, mainly because he kept touching himself for some release. Now, staying still and obeying was his punishment. And for him, it was the worst one so far.
"How...much...more...please..need-.." he said in between whimpers and moans. You approach, looking at him, taking in how needy he was being. You get down on your knees, and he moves a little only to find you sketching this position. He whines and closes his eyes, whimpers getting louder by the second. "Stay still or do I have to teach you another lesson?" The masochist in him wanted to be taught a lesson, "Please..please do" You grin, and slap his face lightly causing him to whimper in response. "Don't make any noise, I'm busy.." For an hour, he stayed still, cumming from just the way you teased and looked at him. For sure, this site would end up in someone's dungeon.
Gaz:
When he and you started to get more intimate and he'd make you look at what you and he were doing through the mirror, that's when you knew he had to be the model you'd use for your creations. It took time to mould him into who he is for you but it was all so worth it. Currently, he is leashed to your canvas' stand. Looking up at you, the bite marks and hickeys you had done hours prior still worn proudly on his neck. He was wearing nothing but the collar on his neck and the fishnets you made him wear. His face is slightly red from the heated makeout session you two had since he was a good boy for you.
Your paintbrushes colouring the canvas in front of you, he looked up at you. How sexy you looked when you were so focused on your art. You know he likes it when others watch as you fuck him. How well you can ride and how well he can listen to you. So, you brought a mirror into the art studio. Made him look at his reflection as you ride him, each time he would ruin a line in your art, it was another slap to his already abused face. Tears ran down his cheeks but a wide smile as he enjoyed the thought of how others would look at the canvas and see a moment where you once more made him yours.
Paintbrushes used to mess with his already-hardened nipples. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you to go faster, but you resisted, not wanting to ruin the creation you were making. Some paint smudged to his chest, your hand prints on them when you'd get carried away and ride him faster.
Soap:
He was the one who offered himself up, wanting to please you not just physically but visually. You had made him wear his kilt, war paint on as he spread his legs open for you. Hands in between his thighs, he leans forward, looking up at you with puppy eyes. You had been working with him in this position for too long now and all he needed was just some attention, physically. You knew you wanted this painting to feel more personal, needed a touch of yourself and him in it. So, you picked out the paints that were safe for the next activity you had in mind. You laid the cloth of a canvas on the floor and commanded him to go to it and get on his knees to wait for you.
Poured some of the safe paint on his chest, and you and he began to make out. The cloth filled with paint, art made from your bodies. By the time you and him were done paint was all over your bodies. He requested, as a reward, that you and him take a shower and if you wanted, he could also pose for you in the shower.
Ghost:
He loves to be your sub so when you mentioned that you needed a model for your art, he wanted to be the subject of all your attention. Currently, you have him tied up with leather ropes. A cock ring on him as you paint his position. He looks up at you with puppy eyes, his mask lifted only far up for you to see his lips. Every now and then, he closes his legs to get some friction, only to have his inner thighs spanked by you. He whimpers a little, asking for forgiveness since he knows what you will do to him after you are finished painting this position.
He looks at you, doe-eyed. "Please, please just touch me...just once." But you ignore his pleas. He shuts his eyes and begins to think of how you would touch him. That was the only way he could find some release while he was tied up. You look at the canvas, paint and figures finally making sense, and then you hear his loud moans and cries of pleasure. He was cumming at the thought of you, no one around to touch him, just his mind playing for him.
His whimpers were louder as he couldn't stop cumming, it all leaked everywhere, spurting out as he bucked his hips. "Oh...yes...oh..mmm." he moans. Leather leaking his own mess as you watched with a pleased smile.
König:
It all started with asking him for help in a position you weren't quite sure you knew how it worked or looked. He offered to help and now months later, he has become the man you please and base your art on. Tonight, you had a sudden idea, a man in a suit, touching himself as he wore some rather rougher ropes around his suit. König, is never opposed to the idea, he loves to listen to you and if he knows he can please you this way, then as your good submissive boy, he will obey. The tie he was wearing was now used as a choker that you pull any time he moans too loud.
When you finish sketching his position he looks at you, brows furrowed. "Can I please be touched now? I was a good boy...please" his voice soft, whimpers low. You stand up, the pen which you used to sketch his position in hand. You trail the cold pen along his skin, reaching his sensitive parts. He begins to move his hips, hoping you could go faster, to touch him sooner. Your hands are on his hip when his already hardened cock begins to throb, pre cum leaking as he looks at you. "Meine liebe, I'm so..." he moans. "I'm your messy boy..." he whimpers.
A/N: Maybe this was not part of the request...but a girl has her own needs...anyway..bye
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I just want to say I love how you do your lineart, it looks so good! ahhhhhhhh!!
I'm gathering a lot of advice about the topic of lineart and I just wanna know how you get it to look like that? My line weight is getting better but the drawing itself just comes out a bit.. weird.
Thank you so much! Lineart is probably the thing I've been working hardest on as I am not a lineartist (and still struggle a lot) but it's something I really need to get better at for my job.
UM there's honestly so much that could be said on the topic of lineart. Big things for me are:
Weight -> Use line weight (aka thickness) to describe form, lighting, contact and scale. Thick lines imply shadow, contact and nearness-to-camera. Thin lines imply tension, recession and light.
Straights vs Curves -> Use straight lines against curved ones for maximum interest. This is partly a character design thing but as we're using lines to describe our characters it's worth mentioning :)
Complex vx Simple -> Use complex lines against simple. Faces are always complex so therefore the backs of heads should always be simple. Chests are quite complex so backs should be simple. Dorsal sides of the arms are complex (Delt, tricep, bicep) whilst the ventral side is more simple (tricep...mainly) etc.
'Think in Ink' -> Lower your sketch layer almost to 0% opacity so you're not getting hung up on how nice/energetic your sketch look and instead are approaching the piece from an ink mindset. BUT it's digital! So if there's something in your sketch that you like just bring it forward (copy and paste) into your ink layer. I sketch and ink with the same brush so I can use this workflow
'Confidence' -> small hesitant feathery lines will look nervous compared to big swooping lines. Less is always more. I'll redraw arms/limbs until I can get the appearance that it was done in one brush stroke. Again it's digital so you can erase to cheat this look : )
MISC 01: I always hear 'draw from the shoulder'........meh............it's digital so draw from your wrist...it's fine honestly. If we were working at A1 in a life drawing class then we could get some shoulder action going but most of us are hunched over 16inch tablets. I think this advice aims to pull people away from feathery-nervous lineart honestly which you can improve on without relearning how to draw from your shoulder.
MISC 02: For a 'smoother' look do your lineart at a larger canvas size than you need. Once I'm happy with a sketch I usually double the canvas size and do my lineart then.
MISC 03: In PS (at least) anti-aliasing goes funny at any zoom level that isn't in the 5 times table. So try not to look at your canvas when you're zoomed in to 87% or 71.39% or something crazy. Just stick to 25%, 50%, 75% and 100% if possible.
UNFORTUNATE TRUTH: Lineart is incredibly based on raw draughtmanship I've discovered. When you're working with colour you can hide a lot in rendering (shadows, highlights) or post-processing (depth of field) but in lineart all your mistakes are just...there for people to see.
There's ways round this...which I use A LOT. 'Flourishes' (I use 'flourishes' to mean over-confident lineart where it veers particuarly thick or particuarly thin in contrast to your approach in the rest of the image) can sort of trick people into thinking you're more confident about an area than you actually are.
As well as leaving 'breathing room' within your lineart instead of actually...resolving the area. I do this the most around the face and hands.
Hopefully some of this helps? Honestly there's a lot of deep dives that could be done into indivudal things and there's also the massive caveat that all of these are 'guidelines' and not strict rules.
I also favour a more...concept-arty? animation-y? storyboard-y? look to my lineart which favours flourishes and breathing room for a incomplete/work-in-progress feel which would make methodical colouring (ie: for a comic or something) a pain.
Keep up pratice is the main thing and doing studies of artists who you like that have great lineart - you'll pick up draughtmanship skills along with the lineart studies. Here's some of my lineart from a year or two ago...it varies between very 'standardised' (which makes it difficult to read volumes and to be honest, it's boring) and 'TOO EXCITING' (which...also makes it difficult to read volumes and for the eye to rest).
I'd like to share my brushes at some point as I've found 3 that I really like and use for everything more or less. I discovered that a shocking low amount of people use PS on tumblr (shocking to me I guess as i'm so used to PS being the standard) and everyone seems to use Procreate or Clip Studio Pro...so I want to check that the brushes are Procreate compatible at least before I share!
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I saw that you don't have anything by wandanat :(
So here's my request : can you do a scenario where the reader just love her mommies boobies and she always grab her boobies and lays on it
I love boobies sooo 😻
Love Language
Pairing: Mommy!WandaNat x little!reader
Warnings: Age Regression, boobs, fluff
Warnings: I've been dying to write for my favorite redheads and I'm sorry if it's too short 😭
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Your mommies adore how affectionate and loving you are, always giving them kisses or hugs randomly throughout the day to make sure they know how much you love them.
After a while Natasha and Wanda noticed how you would sometimes grab one of their boobs, squeezing them or caressing them with your finger like you were drawing something.
Neither of them mind it at all, they think it's adorable because it also seems you don't realize you're doing it, it mostly happens when you're cuddling with them and are focused on the TV or your tablet.
Just like now, you were cuddling with Wanda and sucking on your paci while Natasha was in the kitchen on the phone talking and probably cursing in russian.
After a while your hand crept up your mommy's shirt to get hold of her boob, your gaze still fixated on the cartoon that Wanda had put on for you.
"You all comfortable, baby?" She asked and you nodded, snuggling even closer to her and sighing contently when she started to scratch your back with her nails, the sensation giving you goosebumps.
Natasha walked in and smiled at the sight of her favorite girls all cuddled up together. She also noticed you were again kind of drawing shapes on Wanda's chest.
She didn't address it and just flopped on the couch on Wanda's other side. The second your Mama laid down you leaned over to give her a paci kiss.
"Wove you mommies." you smiled brightly and went to lay between your mommies with your head now resting on Natasha's chest.
"We love you more, little dove," Natasha said and placed her arm over you both to hold you close.
Later in the middle of the night, your mommies were letting you sleep in their bed after you had a nightmare and were too afraid to sleep alone.
Natasha was scrolling on her phone when she felt you moving beside her, turning on your side so you were facing her and still asleep.
As you got settled again she continued to scroll until she felt your hand grabbing at her shirt, whining a little.
"Shh, Mommies are here." She whispered but you didn't stop, she got an idea and carefully took off her shirt to not wake you or Wanda up by all the movements.
She tossed the shirt away and got comfortable again, pulling you a little closer.
In a matter of seconds your hand was on her boob and the whining died down to quiet snores, making Natasha chuckle at how fast you can be calmed down just by her or Wanda's boobs.
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Dealing
(Short story for @swappingbryn, check them out they're p cool!)
I was never really one for police, always thinking they're some abusive force. Really just never liked them. But one of my old friends got arrested last night and wanted me to talk to him. Or at least try... I wasn't too keen on that either but he said he would pay me back. So you know what? I did.
I went to the station and saw him, he looked... different from when I saw him last. Buffer, had a beard going for him, short hair... really seemed tougher. And so I asked him the question that got on my mind "And... what did you get put in jail for?" It was a simple question.
"Do I really have to say?" He grumbled.
"Kinser, just tell me already."
He sighed and started to recollect. "Okay but first? I need you to take one of these." He smiled as he pushed a pill through the small slot in the booth. It was labeled KR-0034.
I looked at him nervously before sighing and putting it in my mouth... god... tasted like ass... like sweat or something. I felt somewhat sick and looked at him, he was happy. "Okay, dude. Good. You're gonna be a big help out there."
"What do you -Urgh!" I felt my chest tingle before feeling like I got shot... my muscles were tightening, expanding, growing! My arms went from scrawny to giant! Just like... his? My face... my jaw started to get sore, some drool going down before my stubble grew as my chin grew some definition.
My hair shrunk to a buzz kind of style. I was a giant... but in the reflection of the glass I saw Kinser's face. "What did you..."
"Aight, so I'm gonna need to tell you this quick so the guards don't hear." He snapped drawing my attention. "Yeah I just gave you a cloner tablet. Made with my spit. You now look just like me. You know that job I got? The construction yard? Well I got promoted. I was given enhancements by my boss. That's how I'm as perfect as ya see me." What the fuck was he talking about? "And now... I'm recruitin you for the time being. You are gonna deal in my place until I get out."
Deal? As in... "Like what I was sellin. I snuck my phone in here... so I'll text the boss that you'll be comin later... Kaleb. We're gonna be cool about this right?" He waited. "Right, Kaleb?" I nodded... I felt a buzz... it was a location. "Blue maple is where they're meetin tonight. Don't be late for your first day."
4 MONTHS LATER
By now I was intertwined with the gang that I was forced into joining. They know me as Kaleb Pennimen. Another dumb dealer for them. The bosses like me, and Kinser? Well he's still in jail but we talk more than I ever had before. He's acting dumb now too... says it's part of the pill or whatever. I used to try and understand these things but now? I just sell em. Way easier that way. Thinkin isn't really for us now... So what are ya gonna do? You buyin or what? I don't have all night.
#alpha male tf#alpha muscle#jock#jock tf#male body swap#male tf#male transformation#mental transformation#mtm tf#alpha jock#drug tf#dealer tf#bad boy tf#druggie tf#muscle tf#male to male#male#hot male
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2023.
i hope any of you reading this will forgive the essay. i started posting to this art blog ten years ago in 2013 when i was just at the very end of high school, uploading short animations i'd made for one of my final projects, preparing myself for art school where i was gearing up to become an illustration/animation student.
i went into my art foundation course in 2014, still thinking i was going to be going into storybook illustration or with faint hopes of becoming like a concept artist for game/animation, although even then i'd started thinking about patterns...
and then in 2015 i did go into my BA, going in for that illustration with animation degree that... usually when i talk about it in real life, i say didn't really feel like the best place for me. if i think back, the best things i got out of it were two of my best friends, one of whom is now my partner. looking back on my BA era, there's some bits of sketchbook stuff...
and while i was at university my main fandoms were thunderbirds are go and x-men for a bit... these are from the end of 2015 into the beginning of 2016...
then for a little while i was doing this still sort of pastel-ish lineless situation:
and i alternated between that and this thin fineliner type work (pretty sure all of the linearted pieces were done on paper and scanned, and all the lineless were graphics-tablet-only) - it was in this style that i started to offer commissions for the first time too.
and i also had fineliner-lined work in sketchbooks that i coloured with marker and posca pens, the colours of which were generally a bit more intense just based on not being able to slide the hue/saturation around on paper:
also 2016 was when i discovered the spongebob musical just after it's trial run in chicago (which ended in july of 2016) and i started making fanart at that point... which would have the biggest effect on the way i drew (and i did end up handing in a piece of spongebob musical fanart as one of my art school homeworks lmao)
from summer 2016 until early 2017 things were still quite soft and pastelly in my digital art, colour-wise:
and then suddenly everything got whacked up to 100% on saturation. also i was using the binary tool to give everything really thin pixel lineart for some reason.
then i went on vacation in summer 2017 and didn't draw for maybe a month? just short of? and when i came back i decided to change everything up again... giving characters blobbier, more ugly-cute faces with large squinting eyes and big nostrils and i was worrying a lot less about making anything look smooth, lineart-wise. i turned off the pen stabiliser in SAI and let it wiggle.
then... the spongebob musical opened on broadway in late 2017, i went to see it live in person for the first time... and my whole brain was ENTIRELY consumed by my love of it. i was putting that david zinn inspired pattern explosion into everything, even if it wasn't sbm fanart.
as we go into 2018, i started colouring my lineart. my biggest interest was still broadway musicals (with spongebob at the top of the list)
i think summer 2017 - early 2018 is probably my favourite art era, i was at my most bright and colourful and exciting... although i know in my actual real life i was struggling a lot with my home situation and i had been for some time. art was definitely my escapism back then, and i think a lot of the time i drew really bright, joyful stuff to try and inject that feeling into myself.
as for my university work, i was putting my focus into 3D paper-mache puppets:
and i was also starting to do more repeat patterns, mostly inspired by things around me. i'd learned how to make patterns actually tile and repeat in 2017, so made a few during my time at uni just to accompany some of my projects, but never as the focus of them. one of my university tutors told me that maybe i should put more focus on doing surface pattern, and maybe applying it to textiles, but i said i wasn't interested.
i graduated from my BA in the summer of 2018, and immediately began volunteering at the whitworth art gallery doing anything i could - stewarding, helping with arts and crafts, dancing with families...
in 2019 i was still very colourful... i was trying out more chunky colouring on characters skintones that i think was def inspired by tumblr artist jadenvargen:
but the blobbyness and ugly-cute style of drawing faces was gone by here, and i think... the way i drew characters probably had better *anatomy*, proportions were maybe a bit more realistic...
in 2020 i started adding the black shading to under the chins and some other places on characters' bodies because i started watching the anime my hero academia with my brother, lmao (and i was starting to pastelise colours a bit again, these are the most pastel-ish examples) my lineart has really smoothed back out too, though i never turned my pen stabiliser back on in SAI. i think my hand just adjusted. probably seems a bit insane to miss that, but i do.
by the end of 2020, the almost-year of lockdown over cobid had... made me a bit insane, i think, and i moved out of my mother's house and into a flat with a friend from university.
in 2021 i think things were much the same... i think from this point on is where things have sort of settled. i don't want to say stagnated, but i do think things have been very... like this for a while.
2022 - got the most exciting examples out...
also i was very into these little frames in 2022.
and then on to 2023! in 2022, i did begin trying to shift gears a bit -- hoping to put more energy into sewing and making products (like my tutor has suggested back in uni, even though i'd really resisted the idea.) i sold at a few in-person markets during winter of 2022, but got disheartened by the amount of money i had to sink in up front to sign up for a spot...
which has made me VERY grateful for the people who have supported me via online sales. it has really helped me stay afloat in 2023 - AND it has felt more wonderful than i can describe that there have been people interested in my work... especially when a lot of it has been my original designs, rather than the fanart that i expect a lot of people initially followed me for.
i've also... in the past 2 years... branched out a bit more when it comes to 'being an artist' - and have had the opportunity to deliver arts & crafts workshops with local refugee & asylum seeker support charity, afrocats. it's taken me to their home base in a church to hotels across the city where asylum seekers were temporarily placed while waiting on their new homes, and of course to my beloved whitworth art gallery, where we welcomed visitors from all backgrounds: from the typical white middle class visitors the gallery usually expects, to all the refugee visitors coming into the space for the first time.
and through my volunteering at the whitworth, i showed up so often they decided they might as well pay me. so i've also become a facilitator of... creative play sessions, my favourites of which have been outdoors. monthly, year-round, we have 'outdoor art club', where i get to paint with mud and make potions from leaves with kids & families - here you can see me tell you a little bit about it in this video below with 'crempog' a puppet character that makes videos about activities for kids and families around manchester (my bit starts at 01:10 although i am in the intro and thumbnail haha)
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and then of course the summer 'PLAYTIME' activities we've had the past two years: scrap studio in 2022, and play market in 2023. it's the best freelance gig ever -- just to hang out and encourage families to be creative and have fun.
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in working more in these new avenues... outside of being - as i've called myself for a long time - "an internet artist"... i've found myself more interested in this sort of thing. in being a "real world artist" too. in doing surface pattern design, and being a workshop facilitator, i find myself wanting to put more energy into these sorts of projects.
in 2023 i've also dabbled a little bit more in youtube videos! i have had a channel for a while and have made videos in previous years, but 2023 has been the year i've done the most in. admittedly most of them haven't been about my art, and more just like... random things that interest me (the spongebob musical in particular) but i've really been enjoying video editing. that's kind of an art form too, so i'm including it here!
moving forward, want to keep putting even more of my energy into other things. my shop, with a bigger range of products to offer. workshops in real life, where i can make a difference.
as for my art blog... i feel like i've done the least drawing in many years in 2023, and... well, things have been weird and complicated for a bit in my real life. i hope to draw for fun a bit more again very soon, and to return to doing things in more of a wild and crazy way, to be more creative and exciting with the way i draw things. still, here's some of my favourites from 2023:
thank you so much to everyone who has borne witness to my art journey this past decade!!! i hope you will stick with me, who knows, maybe for another 10 years if tumblr holds out. especially a big thank you to everyone who has ever commissioned me, or bought anything from my store, you literally keep me able to make art at all and i cannot, cannot, cannot overstate how much it means to me.
i'm moving homes soon, possibly into very cramped temporary conditions for a little while before HOPEFULLY starting my real life with my partner. if i can take one more moment to plug my work, then [here is a link to my online shop] and [here is my ko-fi page too.]
cheers, cheers, cheers!
- LOREN 🌈🍍🎉
#also: i did post. monster high and steam powered giraffe fanart on my main blog when i was in high school#in 2012/2013 it seems like i did absolutely LOADS of fanart for both of those fandoms but didn't cross-post it to my art blog#and uh. well. i'm not about to do it now hahaha
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Fresh Ink
Ghost x Tattoo Artist!Reader
fluff mainly. this may end up becoming multiple parts. I'm not sure yet
you become ghost’s artist and therapist in a way
tw: tattoo needles, retelling of injuries
part one | part two | part three | part four
Being the only tattoo shop within a 10 mile radius of a military base, you’ve seen it all. New recruits who just finished basic wanting to celebrate. Veterans wanting to honor their comrades. Drunk soldiers who’ve lost bets. Soldiers about to be shipped off on suicide missions wanting a way, some way, to be identified.
You’ve seen everything and you did your best to honor each story to the best of your ability. You’ve held the hands of soldiers who would go out and recommend your shop to others, telling them that you were safe and would honor them.
As you set up shop for the day, you looked over your appointment book. You mainly took appointments, but would sometimes take walk-ins. Today, you had a three appointments pretty spaced out so you decided to take a couple walk-ins. You posted on your shop’s social media accounts that you would talk two walk-in and started to sketch your first appointment’s tattoo.
You got pretty far into the tattoo when you heard the bell chime. “Hey, welcome to Dead Shot Ink. My name is (Y/N). How can I help you?” You looked up and saw a man standing in a balaclava mask. You raised an eye brow at him and looked him over. No ink.
“My friend said you tattoo?” A rough british voice came from under the mask and you nodded. “Yeah. The masks stays on, I'm guessing?” He nodded in return, tensing up.
“No worries. I do have a private room if you need it. What’s your name? I’m guessing you want to take one of the walk-ups?” You grabbed your appointment book. He nodded and pulled out his phone. “I'm Ghost. You did my friend, John Price, his tattoo a few months back and he recommended I check out your page. I’ve been meaning to make an appointment, but then I saw you’re talking walk-ins today…”
The name he gave you, John Price, sounded familiar. You nodded along to his words and guided him back to your room. You wrote his name down under your 11:00 spot and had him sit on your tattoo chair. It was a pretty small tattoo parlor since you had just opened, but you were trying to hire more artist.
“So, I do have an appointment coming in at 2. It’s about 11 now so that give us a little under 4 hours. What did you have in mind and where did you want it?” You sat down on your roller chair and grabbed your tablet.
"I'm not really sure. I know you do a lot of like soldier tattoos." Ghost said and he started picking at the skin on his thumb. You forward and gently placed your hand on top of his. "Let me grab something that may help." You stood and quickly walked back to the front of the shop. You grabbed your flash book and brought it back to Ghost.
"Here this may help you decide. What we can do is pick something you like and customize it to your story." You handed him your book and sat back down. Ghost slowly started flipping through the book before settling on a pair of dog tags. You nodded and started drawing.
Soon the stencil was on, dry, and you were ready to go. Ghost was laying back in the chair and you pulled your hair up. "Any particular music you want?" He looked at you for a moment before requesting whatever you wanted. You smiled before putting on (your fav artist). You pushed your sleeves up and got to work.
Every few minutes, you would check in with Ghost. You had your free hand was resting on his bicep since the dog tags were going on his inner forearm close to his elbow. You were on his side, listening and watching for any discomfort. You nodded along to the music and smiled at the tattoo. It was going good and Ghost seemed to like it.
After you finished, you wiped it down and had him look at it in the full body mirror. While you couldn't see his full face, you could see his eyes crinkle into a smile.
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It had been about 5 months since you had first tattooed Ghost. He would come in every time you posted about taking a walk-in. You were slowly building a half-sleeve for him that was coming together very nicely. He would sometimes come in with new scars or injuries. Never on the side of your tattoos.
"How come you never get hurt on this side?" You asked casually, half way through the next piece. You were slowly getting him to talk to you. "I don't want to ruin your art." He answer oh so casually. You felt your heart skip and your face flushed. "It's art work. You put a lot of time and work into it." He looked down at the other pieces you had done.
"Makes sense." You nodded, your focus shifting back onto the tattoo. Your eyes shifted to the newest scar, "How'd that one happen? Am I going to be turning it into art soon?" You smiled up at him and he chuckled a little.
"Maybe. We'll see how this mission finishes out. I'm lucky I got these three days. This one was a knife fight. Got a little clumsy. You should see the other guy." He smiled. You felt proud that he was opening up to you. As a tattoo artist for soldiers, you had heard tons of mission stories. Ghost's stories were always intense, but told casually as if he had just gone to the grocery store.
"A knife fight? Seems intense. Looks like you won, though. You'll have to teach me." You smiled, dragging the needle down, making a straight line to finish the piece. "All done, Ghost! Go take a peek." You said, wiping away any excess ink.
"Simon...I'm Simon." He said as he walked towards the mirror, not facing you. You smiled and nodded. "Noted. Whatca think? This one pretty much finishes up the half-sleeve. After this, we could go up the arm for a full." You came up behind his hulking figure and showed him what you meant, moving his arm around.
Simon shivered at your touch. He looked over your hands, stained with dried tattoo ink. You arms were covered in your own tattoos. Your nails were painted black and pointed to the uncovered skin on his upper arm. You always worn dark colors, letting the attention fall on your tattoos. Your hair was pulled back and out of your face, but Ghost knew it was soft from the couple of times it touched his arms.
"I like it. I think after this mission we can complete it. Full sleeve sounds nice." Simon whispered, suddenly feeling the closeness between you two. "Thank you. Thank you for being so gentle with me." He looked up at you through the mirror and you nodded.
"Of course. You face so much hardship. You know my shop will always be open for you." You leaned your head against his shoulder and pulled back. "Let me get you wrapped up and you'll be all set." You grabbed your wrapping and wrapped up his fresh ink.
Months had gone by and you hadn't heard from Simon. You had finally gotten enough money to hire a receptionist and it made your life a million times easier. You walked into the shop and your receptionist greeted you warmly. "Morning (Y/N)!"
"Morning Emma! Can I see my book? I wanna see what I have over the next few days, got a client blowin' up my phone." You laughed as she handed you the book. "Oh! Speaking of, you had a call last night. Said you knew him and wanted to make an appointment so I book him for a couple weeks out. He said you would know what he wants. Sounds either crazy hot or crazy mean." Emma winked and you rolled your eyes. "He's booked for the 26th."
You flipped to that day and your smiled brightly. "He's the crazy hot."
Simon Riley.
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part two?
#ghost x reader#mw2#mw2 x reader#simon riley x reader#x reader#simon riley imagine#simon ghost riley x you#simon riley x you#simon 'ghost' riley x reader#simon 'ghost' riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley#ghost fluff#ghost imagine#ghost x you#ghost mw2
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AITA for refusing to make my grandmother a piece of art?
I (17x, they/them) graduated high school about a year ago, and as a graduation gift, my grandmother (70s) bought me a $400 art tablet, since I'm well known in the family to be an artist. I had mentioned it to her as something that I wanted, but since her and I are not that close, I had expected her and a few other family members to all pitch in. My grandmother has quite a lot of money, though, and frequently spends hundreds of dollars on her grandkids (for example, she bought each of my sisters (8 + 12) 200+ dollars worth of LEGO sets a few months prior to my graduation party, and spends even more money on my cousins, who ask for things more than me and my sisters.), so she just bought it and some accessories for it.
I had thanked her profusely for the art tablet several times, as it was something I really wanted. I use it all of the time, it's very good quality, and I enjoy making art.
I make art entirely for myself; I don't do commissions, and I rarely make art pieces for other people. If I do, it's as a birthday/Christmas gift. I do not share art that I make for myself with other people, partly because I get nervous about criticism, and partly because my family generally reacts negatively to anything that they perceive as "weird" (i.e. elves, OCs with non-human features, religious imagery, etc, all things that I draw regularly.)
My mom (44) told me that I should make a piece of art for my grandmother, using the tablet. I told her I did not want to do that, as I don't enjoy making art for other people, especially if I am told to.
She says that it would a nice thing to do, and while I agree that it would be nice, I don't draw things would appeal to my parents, much less my grandparents.
I have attempted a couple of times to sit down and make a nice piece of art for my grandmother, but my art style tends to be very contrasting to the sort of thing my grandmother likes, and I have no idea what I would draw for her. And again, I don't like sharing my art that much, so I just decided not to do it.
I've written my grandmother a thank you card, and thanked her in person several times. When she asks about it, I tell her enthusiastically that I enjoy it, and appreciate it, telling her about some things that I've drawn.
I think that this is good enough, and my grandmother has never asked for an art piece, but my mom still makes comments about it almost a full year after the party-- "You'll draw an elf lady, but you won't draw something for Grandma?". It's been getting increasingly annoying, so I finally just told my mom that no, I don't plan on drawing something for her.
My mom said that I was being rude, and that I should consider "how happy Grandma would be" if I made something for her.
So, am I the asshole for saying I wouldn't draw something for her?
What are these acronyms?
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the way it follows you home, the stories i never told
My guy Vox once again graced us with lovely Goyuu fanfics, and the way it follows you home, the stories i never told, made me go FERAL.
Time travel? Two Gojou Satorus? Double affection for our sunshine Yuuji? Yuuji sandwich? What feels like possible continuation of (you'll whisper, serpent tongue) what you fear you have become???
FUCK.
I need to stop indulging my imagination too much. I should’ve been content with writing long-ass comments but noooooo, my brain goes “you gotta draw it”. DAMMIT VOX, YOU AND YOUR DELICIOUS WRITINGS HHHHHH
So… usually I should’ve picked a favourite scene that is within my drawing capability, but I just… love all three chapters??? So I made a questionable time investment? I can’t stop??? Help???
This is probably the most ambitious fanart project I’ve ever done so far. Fair enough, considering I might combust if I keep these welled-up emotions inside from reading Vox’s Goyuu fics. Fuck.
Fic info:
Title: the way it follows you home, the stories i never told
Author: @voxofthevoid
Pairing: YuuGoGo. Future!Yuuji, Future!Gojou, Teen!Gojou
(idk why I laugh writing YuuGoGo. I’m beyond help)
Currently, it is 3 chapters out of 8. And it’s gonna be NSFW chapter 4 onwards, so don’t forget to read the tags first, folks!
The drawings are under Read More, because I have lots of thoughts surrounding each chapter and drawings. It’ll be hella long if I didn’t hide it here. It was a mess down there. A combination of hours before, during, and after I read said fic. I’d say good luck finding the art among the sea of jumbled words but… you’ll find them easily. Don’t worry about it haha
SPOILERS FOR ALL 3 CHAPTERS! I highly recommend reading those first before diving into these drawings!
Also for the comics, read from right to left please!
From here on, I will be referring to the Future!Gojou as Gojou and the teenage one as Satoru.
Overall, drawing all these is fun! Really fun! This project pushed me quite hard, forcing me to test my limit (because I rarely draw this much back to back). Since this is a combination of drawings and comics, the coloring style will not be consistent. In a way, I want to try some brushes I never get to use, as well as try out my new graphic tablet. Drawing these got me giggling because I was finally able to let loose during line art. It's much easier to do so, and sometimes I just get to reread the fic and giggle to myself for the nth time.
CHAPTER 1:
Whooo. Whooooooooo—
Ok, ok, the premise is just that good. It intrigued me, fascinated me, and I just… oomph. I cannot refuse a Time Travel Yuuji Sandwich. Sign me up.
Honestly, there are two scenes that are just… a bit too clear in my mind when reading this chapter. That would be the one I drew above, and the other is when Yaga called Gojou to come outside of the class. I love, loooove how Vox wrote Satoru’s POV. And when Yuuji fucking giggles?
I lost it.
Can you imagine, drawing Yuuji grins, with shiny stuff, maybe some sunlight, just purely happy and indulging Gojou?
Help me, for I am drowning in my love and adoration for Yuuji.
Page 2 is an experiment on using harsh black as shading (kind of?). I really enjoyed colouring Yuuji, and drawing those buffalo skulls! I wish I can grasp the concept of contrast a bit better tho :v
CHAPTER 2:
This is probably the only chapter where I picture still images instead of comic panels. A bit like those cool chapter covers in mangas. The one I really, really want to draw is the scene with Satoru on the table. Can’t pass the opportunity to highlight Satoru being a brat, albeit a really cool brat.
Cool idea drawing always proves to be a challenge, because of course my artistic skill just so happens to be below the requirement. Thank you, Sketchfab, for the chair and desk’s perspective otherwise I’m screwed lmao
The second scene that I want to draw the most is this:
Gojou is one step away from climbing Yuuji. Also, I have a bit of a problem picturing a man pouting that makes him look crazy instead, so please have Gojou pouting adorably instead. Because, as Yuuji said (with love), Gojou is (also) a brat.
This is possibly my favorite art in this project, after Yuuji's in Chapter 1 page 2. It's clean because I don't have to draw background, and I was having a fun time drawing Yuuji. And Gojou's squishy cheek as well.
Oh, actually, there is a “manga” scene in this chapter. It’s when Yuuji said, “I love Satoru.”
I just—
AAAAAHHHHH YUUJIIIIIII YOU AND VOX ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. That secure relationship between Yuuji and Gojou? Satoru’s description of how Yuuji’s smile could blot out the sun??? Not me screaming 💀 I also see bits of hints of possible co-dependency, though I could be reading those wrong, but either way I’m good. Secure and possessive relationships are fun to consume hhhhhh
But yeah. There are too many wholesome Yuuji smiles in this fic, and I… I am not confident enough to draw genuine happiness. It’s too much for me ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
For this chapter, another reason why I chose these two scenes is just because I want to try and draw cover-worthy pictures of Yuuji and Satoru, and Yuuji and Gojou (cough)
CHAPTER 3:
We start the chapter with Nanamin. Ah, Nanamin. I forgot what his teen self looked like and was surprised to see his design again lmao
I want to draw Yuuji and Nanami scene because… I just want to, I guess. I have never drawn him before (Yaga as well) so that's an interesting challenge. I got two ideas on how I want to draw it. One is a bit painting-esque, and the other one is like another chapter cover. In the end, I chose the cover one because I want to emphasise the difference between teen!Nanami and the Nanami from Yuuji’s original timeline, and how the watch feels like a connection between the same (yet not) person. It’s a bittersweet feeling? In a way?
I’m not really good at explaining my intention ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
I love Yuuji’s answer to Nanami's question.
AND FINALLY.
A Yuuji SandwichTM scene.
And oh B O I do I love it. Have I told you I like every chapter? I probably have. But this one? Satoru’s curiosity, Yuuji’s on-brand self-deprecation, and Gojou come strolling down to show more of Yuuji to his mini-self. I want to draw this whole scene, from Gojou finding them, feeding Yuuji snacks, bitch-slapping Satoru into the backroom, to Yuuji growling. Them trying to hide a boner from Yuuji’s growl got me cackling so hard I LOVE IT 😭
I love it all. Please love Yuuji in my stead, Satoru and Satonyan :3
Oh! Also! 40-finger Yuuji sounds really, really cool! I’ll be happy with whatever Vox will give us in future chapters, but 40-finger Yuuji… possible scene with this timeline’s Sukuna… my god. The action! The drama! The bloodshed! One can only hope.
However, as much as I love that whole scene, it’s still too much for me :”) I’m still not yet confident in delivering the humour and action. Also my already-long drawing plan had my brain groaning in protest so I can’t push my luck :'D
When Gojou said "He looks sweet, but he's a bit of a beast", I kept picturing Yuuji staring innocently, but there was an edge to his look. As if the moment Satoru looks away, he will pounce. But in the end I just stick with innocent-looking Yuuji because I accidentally drew his eyes that way and I want to keep it in lol
Since Satoru points out how soft and cuddly Yuuji is, I also want to draw soft Yuuji :v
And the last one… is the last scene. For some reason, I read that both Gojou and Satoru share Yuuji’s lap and was having a frustrating yet fun time figuring out how it’s… physically possible, without having their butts on the ground because they both are not small at all. As I lined the art, I reread it again and… perhaps I read it wrong? Satoru is beside Yuuji, and not on his lap? So yeah, this one might be the least accurate, but hey, at least you can view it as a crack drawing or something :v
AAAANNNDDD I HAVE EXCEEDED TODAY’S BRAIN CAPACITY OF FORMING WORDS
Have I told you I love this fic?
…I probably have.
Have an amazing week (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*
#yuu's art#jjk-fic-fanart#jjk ship#jjk-ship#五悠#goyuu#goyu#5u#gojou x yuuji#speedrun this bad boy of a project in 3 days#from planning#now I can sleep in peace
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What is cuneiform?
@ipsomaniac asked if I could explain the cuneiform system, and so I am going to give it a shot. Here goes! (Update: it got long! But there's pictures!)
Part I: What does it look like? How do we work with it?
This is the cuneiform script:
This is a first-millennium BC text of Sargon II, in Akkadian (specifically Neo-Assyrian). My user icon is a much older Sumerian text. In a second we'll see some Hittite. Just like the Latin script is used for English, French, Turkish, and many other languages today, the cuneiform script was used for lots of languages in the ancient world. It changed a bit over three thousand years of constant use, but it remains pretty recognizable because of the wedges. "Cuneiform" is just Latin for "wedge-shaped," because scholars love giving things banal names and then translating them into Latin or Greek so no one can tell.
This is a Hittite tablet:
This particular tablet is part of the royal funerary ritual (which has many many MANY tablets, many of which are way more broken than this one, and/or missing entirely). It's been pieced together from lots of fragments, all excavated separately. (You can see their excavation numbers written on the fragments, e.g. 39/c.) It's written on clay, like most of their texts were. This is a pretty good amount of preservation for a tablet this size - many are more fragmentary. I wish the picture were better, but tablets are not catalogued by how good the pictures are and it would have taken a million years to find a really hi-res one suitable for our purposes.
You can see that each symbol is made up of a bunch of wedges. These were pressed into the clay with a stylus while it was still wet. If you look closely, you can also spot spaces between words (more obvious at the end of a paragraph).
Here's a little slice of our tablet:
And here's a drawing of that same little slice. This is how scholars usually interact with texts on a day-to-day basis, because taking readable photos of tablets is difficult and going to see the tablets is more difficult. Drawings are made by experts in the presence of the tablets and published so that everyone can look at them.
Here the scholar who did this drawing (published in Keilschrifturkunden aus Boghazköi vol. 39, text no. 4) was working with only some of the fragments, and so has written in the transliteration of the left half, which they weren't copying. So you can see how each cuneiform sign corresponds to a written syllable, sometimes in lowercase, sometimes in all caps, and sometimes in superscript.
What does all this mean? How does it work? Okay. Cuneiform is a really difficult and frustrating writing system to read, for a few reasons. 1) It grew organically from a time before writing existed, so people were just kind of slowly figuring out how to use pictures to represent words; 2) it lasted for thousands of years, so there were all sorts of innovations tacked on without necessarily jettisoning any of the old stuff; and 3) it was borrowed through quite a few languages, almost none of which were related to one another, so it had to twist around and adapt to totally different sounds and word structures. So it's weird! And hard to learn, especially for us, because we are not native speakers of any of the languages that used it, and also we're not a single person existing in a snapshot of time, where cuneiform had a specific form and iteration - we're looking at its whole span of three thousand years.
THAT SAID. I can explain some stuff about it and how it worked! Here goes!
Part 2: How does it work as a writing system?
We start with a picture. Let's use a star. Like this: 𒀭
Or this:
(this is a student text copying the star sign over and over - ignore the leftmost column. I got it from this excellent thread here)
This is the cuneiform sign for the sky, or for a god. In Sumerian, the language that first used cuneiform, the word for "sky" is AN. The word for "god" is DINGIR. So this sign could be pronounced either AN, and mean sky, or DINGIR, and mean god. This sort of usage is called "logographic" - a sign equals a word. It started as just a picture of a star, and came to mean a couple of things associated with the stars.
Eventually, there reaches a point where it doesn't just only mean the word "sky," it also means the syllable "an." That is, you could use it to represent a part of a word, or a grammatical element, that was pronounced "an." (E.g., ma-ah-ha-an: mahhan, which is a Hittite word that means "when," and which is written with four signs, including our an.) This is called the rebus principle: like a rebus puzzle, a picture of an eye can also mean "I" because they sound the same. This usage supplements the logograms rather than replacing them: you could still use "an" to mean "sky." You know which usage is in play based on context. (Or at this stage, maybe you don't. Sumerian is real hard and we don't understand it perfectly.)
You can also use signs a third way, which is designed to make reading easier: as what's called a "determinative." A determinative tells you what type of thing a word is. So if you use the star symbol as a determinative, it comes before a word and indicates that upcoming is a god's name. It's not pronounced when it's used like that. Other determinatives include: male and female markers, plural markers, markers to indicate what something is made of, what kind of animal it is, etc.
So any sign you see could potentially be a word (logogram), a sound (syllable), or a soundless classifier (determinative). In practice, only some signs take on all three of these functions.
When we transcribe signs now, we write them in Latin script based on which function they're serving. That's why, in the above Hittite texts, some of the signs were written in all-caps (for logograms), some of them in lowercase (for syllables), and some of them in superscript (for determinatives).
So then Akkadian borrows the system. They like to spell words out a lot more than the Sumerians do, so more and more signs are used primarily for their syllables, rather than their meaning. The signs also take on more syllabic meanings, because Akkadian has different words behind the logograms, and also has different sounds than Sumerian. A lot of signs end up doing double, triple or even-more-ple duty (e.g. the sign for "ag" can also be read "ak" or "aq" in an Akkadian text). Once again, you know how to read a sign from context, and in Akkadian you usually actually do know, because Akkadian is a Semitic language rather than an isolate like Sumerian, so we understand it way, way better.
Akkadian keeps using the symbols as logograms, though, too. Sometimes they'll spell out a word, but sometimes they'll just use the logographic symbol for it - like how sometimes we write out "two," and sometimes just write "2". Sometimes there are full Sumerian words or combinations of words that have become logograms: that is, they're not loanwords. They're not pronounced in Sumerian. They're written as a symbol (like 2), and the Akkadian word would be pronounced underneath (like "two.") The Akkadians also keep using determinatives.
At this point, most signs at least have a logographic value and a few syllabic values. Also (to make it extra difficult) plenty of syllables have a couple of different signs that could be used to represent them. In total there's a bit over a thousand cuneiform signs, incidentally, but usually only a few hundred were in use at any given time and place.
Then Hittite borrows it! They actually overall reduce the number of signs used, and the number of signs doing double duty, so it's generally simpler to read. Hittite's sound system is totally different from Akkadian's, though - which is totally different from Sumerian's - so they do some weird stuff with which signs represent which sounds. (The result of this is that our understanding of Hittite phonetics is somewhat imperfect.) They do use a ton of logograms whenever they're talking about physical objects, especially ritual offerings. Ritual texts are A PAIN IN THE ASS to read because they're full up with obscure logograms, and so you pore over a signlist trying to work out what the bonkers twelve-wedge sign you've never seen before is, and then when you finally find it you're like, "oh ANOTHER kind of bread. cool cool."
Part 3: Let's Read Hittite! (This is probably excessive.)
So finally, let's read some together! This is two lines from the Ten-Year Annals of Mursili II, an account of the first ten years of that king's reign. It's mostly conquering, but this bit is calmer.
(ANNOYINGLY, Tumblr will not do superscript, or I cannot make it anyway, so I will put determinatives in parentheses.)
nam-ma (URU)Ha-at-tu-ši ú-wa-nu-un nu (URU)Ha-at-tu-ši
gi-im-ma-an-da-ri-nu-un nu-za EZEN4.HI.A ŠA MU.6.KAM i-ya-nu-un
That's the text rendered sign-by-sign. Everything that is separated by a dash, a period, a space, or a parenthesis is a separate sign. Words are separated with spaces. Here's a more normalized rendition of the words (still with the logograms, though).
namma (URU)Hattusi uwanun nu (URU)Hattusi gimmandarinun nu=za EZEN4.HI.A ŠA MU.6.KAM iyanun
"Then I went to Hattusa, and I spent the winter in Hattusa and performed the festivals of the sixth year."
The ú in uwanun in the first line is written with an accent because there are several signs that can mean "u" and this is the second one. Similar for EZEN4: there's more than one sign for EZEN, and this is the fourth. Scholars always write logograms and determinatives in Sumerian, because that's where the meanings were fixed. URU, used before Hattusa, is both the determinative for "city" and the Sumerian word meaning the same. ŠA in the last line is italicized and capitalized because it's a logogram that comes from Akkadian: "ša" means "of" in Akkadian, and the Hittites used Akkadian words as logograms just like the Akkadians used Sumerian words.
Anyway, that's how cuneiform works! If you made it this far you're a hero! <3
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I haaaasss 27 asks :}
Yes. Yes it does.
Thank you! :DD And yeah canon Gregory is just not my vibe man XD
(Traffic cone in question)
Thank you so much! :DD And yeah I try my best to get up and do something productive/different when I'm feeling down like that. My thought process is "well sitting here and sulking isn't making me feel any better so I should go and do something else" Which just so happened to be breaking out the old sewing kit and making a traffic cone?? XD Well to be fair I've made like 10 of those before but still an odd choice on my part-
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked my cars artwork! :DD
And yeah I would draw cars stuff more often but they're just so hard to draw :(
Idk why they decided to jump into a DLC before fixing the base game, but man I really wish they wouldn't have. 😔
I'll do my best! :D
@tallchest13-blog
Yes :} or at least I've been trying to-
Thank you so much! And I did use a pattern to make him. Credit for the patten goes to Tammy Hallam, heres her video on how to make your own too! :}
@montygatorshusband
AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD
As for Glamrock Bonnie,, ehh, its a bit odd to me. Not a huge fan of the color pallet but its not the worst I've seen. I'd give it a 5.5 outa 10
ALSO! I believe Octonauts is streaming on Netflix, but I've also had some luck finding full episodes on YouTube :0
Thank you! And oh yeah, I feel you on the fandom part. XD That's why I'm still kind'a on the fence and haven't dove head first into my usual angsty stuff. I'm kind'a testing the waters with every post I make to see if I'll collide with the uh, other side of the fandom :x
Thank you! :DDD
Also Google is a search engine. :0 If you search for Octonauts fanart, its gonna do its job and search for fanart and likely find some of the stuff I made. Notice though that all of my artwork shown on Google links directly back to my blog. Its because Google isn't stealing it, its parting the branches of a bush and pointing "Look! Over there is some Octonauts fanart like you requested!" XD
@pinkbomb08
There isn't really anything Gregory can do for Bonnie..
Its hard to explain,, but I'll try. Bonnie is missing his leg from the middle of his shin down. So he cant stand up right like Foxy because- well duh, he's missing a whole foot.
So order to fix Bonnies leg so he can stand/walk like Foxy does, he would need an entire replacement foot with a working joint. This would also mean that the wires in Bonnies legs would have to be replaced and hooked up so that he can control said new foot.
Currently there are no spare parts around that fit Bonnies model.. and even if they did, Gregory wouldn't know how to properly re-wire an animatronic foot. He's smart but not THAT smart <XDD
The only thing Gregory could do is make Bonnie a weird peg leg that makes his current leg longer. Currently Bonnies half leg is shorter than his good leg. But in all honesty Bonnie doesn't really want that.
Having Gregory ducttape this weird goofy peg leg to him would be more embarrassing then what he already has. He'd probably want to salvage what ever dignity he has left and say "ah give it a rest. There's no point. My legs good enough for what its for." <:/
@taizarack
If I remember correctly... Sometime ago my tablet pen broke. And it took like 2-3 weeks for a new one to arrive. In the mean time I tried to make an art doll of sorts. That doll was Bibi!
I ended up making a lot of goofy posts with Bibi and I as I waited for my pen to arrive. Once it finally did and I went back to drawing comics, I ended making Bibi a reoccurring character. And he's been around ever since!
Now Jangles is a Halloween prop that I bought because I thought it was funny. I was practicing making quilts one time and I made a small blue one that just so happened to be the right size for him. So I put it on and then I thiiink I got the idea to add Jangles to my blog as a joke.? I gave Bibi a "new friend" to celebrate hitting 10,000 followers. The new friend was a cropped png of jangles XD
Eventually down the line I wanted to give Bibi an proper friend. So for Bibi's birthday I drew a comic where Jangles came to life and here we are XD
@pinkbomb08
Currently I am getting none of those things :x I have a cold so sleep and food is hard :( Thank you though! :D
@notsoliyah
:D AW!! Thank you! I'm so glad to hear how I've inspired you! :}}
@ur0neand0nly
XD Thank you so much! And don't worry, I'm pretty confident I'll draw him again someday
XD Thank you. To be honest I'm kind'a going back and fourth on this fandom. I don't really wanna be apart of the fandom, but the characters are the only thing I'm interested in drawing atm soo-
@ardent-38
Ooo these are interesting! Although absorbing power ups isn't about digesting them. Its something about being human specifically that allows them to absorb the powerups.. 👀👀👀
@maddiethehatter2192
My advice would be to use references religiously. That's what I did!
Also thank you! :DD
Barnaby for sure.
Well, my interpretation of him really-
@taizarack (Post in question)
@funky-frankie
No there's no SpongeBob comic, I just felt like drawing Mr. Krabs XD
Also THANK YOU!! :DD That means so much!! :}}}
@elegysonnet
<XD thank you. So far I have some pretty basic ones I imagine. Wally's house is alive and evil, Julie is actually a scary monster but has drastically altered her appearance to look less scary.. Sally is very celestial in nature because she's a real star, Eddie used to be a real human and bleeds and has a heart beat and what not.. uuuuuuh what elseeee,,, I liked to imagine that Sally and Julie came to the neighborhood when they were really young and Poppy kind'a adopted them?? Although I don't know how wide spread that idea is XD
Thank you! And yeah I'm not very fond of that portrayal either <XD As for your questions..
1: I'm sure there would be somethings that would push his anxiety to the surface. I'm not sure what they'd be but still- I imagine if Luigi was around to see it he would try to get Mario out of what ever situation he's in. If he's in a crowd he'd try to help him slip away unnoticed.
2: I'm not familiar with the giga bell, but if I did add it I'd imagine those would be the side effects yeah <XD Really sore and tired and cant really move for like 3 days :x
Remodeled or not, I wont be adding any of those animatronics to the Pizzaplex. I already wrote the entire past of this timeline, and those bots all already have a story in my AU. And with their given stories it wouldn't make sense for them to be added to the Pizzaplex.
Of course I cant spoil what those stories are, just know that I have my reasons-
Oh yeah I forgot to add the colored eye lids to Wally and Barnaby in that trampoline drawing <XD
And yeah! I wanted Wally to be much more expressive so I gave him eyebrows-
@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson
Aw, thank you so much!! Its so cool to hear that you've shared my name with your friends!! :DD
#my response#fnaf security breach dlc spoilers#fnaf security breach dlc#fnaf security breach#ocotnauts#bibi and jangles
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PHOTOSHOOT | Izuku Midoriya
Well, yes. U know. I saw this drawing of Horikoshi and then twitter was filled with this shit and I just… I need more of Izuku and those huge thighs
pairing: Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader
summary: you're Izuku's assistant and he has a photo shoot but you can't stop looking at those big thighs and imagining how it would feel to ride them
warnings: NSFW. Riding thigh. Soft dom! Izuku. Pet names (bunny). Assistant x boss. Bad grammar.
wc +5.3k
a/n. Okay, it's my first time writing smut in english so sorry if it's terrible i try my best. And yes, I think it's a bit long but I won't apologize because this shit is very good and I couldn't get it out of my head since I saw the drawing.
You know, english is not my first language
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As the number one hero's personal assistant, your job was more than exhausting. You practically had every minute of Izuku's life in order. And even though he only wanted to go out into the streets and face the villains, there were also a thousand other things he had to do.
Some things like giving interviews, attending meetings, going to dinners with important people, signing documents, appraising new merchandise to be released, and most importantly… photo shoots.
You had been talking to some publicists from other agencies and they came to the conclusion that it would be a great idea to have a shoot with some heroes from different agencies. But not only that. They would all be wearing the same suit though not just any suit.
Someone mentioned that it would be a good idea for everyone to wear Mirko's outfit. You almost get a nosebleed mid-call just imagining your boss wearing the Mirko heroine outfit. You accepted immediately, anyway, Deku trusted you a lot and always told you that you shouldn't consult anything with him. He would do whatever you asked without hesitation.
That's how you two were in a car heading to the photo studio. You looked at your tablet to see Izuku's schedule and he was on his phone or at least pretended to be. Because he couldn't help but look at you from time to time. He was in love with you and even though he was the hero, one muttered, he still couldn't be around any girl without being a blushing, babbling mess. He could hardly control himself with you.
"So..." Izuku spoke and you looked up from the tablet to look directly into his eyes "a photo shoot?"
You smiled at him.
"Yes" you opened a folder on the tablet before looking at it again "it will be a session together with other heroes, I think you know all of them. They confirmed to me that Uravity, Shoto, Earphone Jack, Red Riot would be there and they had also invited Dynamight but I'm not sure if they will go or not "
Izuku seemed relieved that they were all old friends and he wouldn't be uncomfortable.
"What a relief," he said as he released a breath, "and what kind of session will it be?"
Izuku watched as you hid half your face with the tablet as a blush spread across your face. Had he said something wrong?
“We have arrived” announced the driver.
Normally, the driver would open the door for both of them, but Izuku never allowed it. He was the one to get out first and then open your side of the door to help you out. It didn't matter that they had both ridden in the back seats, he always did. Even when he took you home when you left the office very late. The man felt a little guilty for making you stay longer than necessary and although you don't mind at all, Izuku insisted on taking you to your apartment in his car. Even on those occasions, he would open the door for you and help you out, besides, he would not leave until you entered your building and he was completely sure that you were safe.
And this is no exception, Izuku is already out of the car and opening your side of the door as he extends a hand to help you out. You can't help but blush at the gesture and it's just... It's not that you can't do something as simple as open a door, but you love that Izuku does it for you. He makes you feel a little bit special even though you know he would do it for anyone.
They both begin to walk inside the building and although it's a very short walk, the few passers-by who pass by immediately recognize Deku. He quickly becomes surrounded by a small crowd asking for his autographs and photos.
You can't help but look at the green haired man and see the way he smiles and blushes at all the compliments. He should be used to the attention by now, but it's like the first time you met him and the poor guy was a complete mess. Back then they were both still studying, he was from the hero class and you were from Management.
It was precisely in their third year that they were assigned to work together and without a doubt, you admired that boy from the first moment their paths crossed. You still couldn't believe that you were his personal assistant even after so many years.
Izuku then noticed that you were staring at him and gave you one of his characteristic smiles. You looked away immediately in embarrassment and before continuing, you cleared your throat.
"Come on, we're running late" you spoke loud enough for Deku to hear. The man took it upon himself to apologize to his fans and followed you closely.
It was wrong to be in love with your boss. But you couldn't help it.
They barely entered when they heard a couple of screams. You recognized those responsible as Ochako and Eijiro. Izuku smiled with great happiness when he saw her two friends.
You decided that you should give him his space to catch up with them. Anyway, you had to make sure of everything else. You had to see that the wardrobe was ready, that the makeup artists had products that wouldn't irritate Izuku's skin, that they had his favorite snacks, and that there was nothing that could make the man feel uncomfortable.
It was not strange that some people harassed him taking advantage of his work. On one occasion, a photographer wanted to touch Izuku too much but he had no idea how to react to that situation. It was you who intervened. Or like on another occasion where a boy who was in charge of the wardrobe and was taking Izuku's measurements also wanted to touch him in inappropriate places with the excuse that that was his job. But you weren't a rookie and you knew that this man was harassing him.
Not only were they girls, there were also many men who were interested in him. So you protected him in your own way. Making sure you had the history of each worker and sending a complete list of everything Izuku needed. If someone didn't live up to your expectations or there was something off about their background, you would immediately look for a replacement.
You thought he didn't know everything you did for him and you never cared. It was your job after all. But you couldn't be more wrong, Izuku knew perfectly well how hard you worked for him. And he appreciated it more than anything in the world.
"They told me that Kachan might be coming, have you seen him?" Deku asked his friends.
Kirishima thought about it for a moment.
"I spoke to him last night and he said this was bullshit but he didn't say if he would come or not"
Ochako shrugged.
"Maybe he'll come" he smiled "although the one I saw when I got there was Todoroki. It seems that he stayed inside ”
Deku's smile faded slightly, his friends didn't notice but even though he should have been happy to see Shoto…he wasn't.
"I'll go say hi then," he said.
Kirishima and Uraraka nodded.
"Let's wait for Jirou to arrive"
Deku nodded with a big smile and walked down the corridor that he saw you follow before. Deku knew that you admired Shoto a lot as a superhero. To be honest, that made him feel very jealous. Sometimes I saw you arrive with his merchandise. A scarf or a keychain. He even saw you carry a thermos with his colors.
You never hid your admiration for Shoto and it bothered him a lot, even though he had no right to feel that way. You could admire whoever you wanted, but... why didn't you admire him?
He arrived at the studio, there were lights everywhere and the scenery was pretty simple. But that didn't matter to him at the moment. Deku started looking for you until he found you by the snack table. But you are not alone.
In front of you was Shoto and you seemed very nervous in his presence. Your cheeks were a soft red color, your posture also gave you away, besides, you had a lock of hair behind your ear.
Shoto also seemed to act different in front of you. The man was normally serious and not very talkative, but at that moment he seemed to be very comfortable with you and a smile played on his face as he looked at you with interest and big bright eyes.
Izuku clenched his fists tightly then took a deep breath before relaxing to move closer. He took firm steps until he reached you. Shoto was the first to notice his presence.
"Hey, Midoriya" he greeted him the same as always. Like he wasn't stealing the girl from him.
Deku tried to smile and got behind you, so close you felt his body heat all over your back. And not only that, Deku had slipped a hand around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. The sudden act took you by surprise but it was something that did not go unnoticed by Shoto. Although he didn't quite understand what it meant.
"Todoroki, hello" he greeted kindly.
“I was talking to y/n to thank him for the wine basket he sent the other day for my birthday.”
You giggled as your face turned redder and redder. Izuku had no idea, of course he had also sent his friend a gift but he had no idea that you had also sent him one.
"It was nothing" you said modestly but still nervous "I hope you liked it"
Shoto nodded with a smile.
“Actually I've only opened one but it was delicious. Maybe later you can go and we will open a new one”
"She can not!" Deku yelled and for a moment everyone turned to look at him before continuing with his activities.
You also looked at him blankly.
"How?"
"I'm sorry" Izuku apologized with a completely red face "but y/n has a lot of work and I don't think she can come to your house, Todoroki"
Shoto nodded.
"Understand. Sorry to bother you, y/n. Anyway, I was thinking of inviting everyone, my sister wants to organize a party for our father's birthday but he doesn't have many friends and he asked me to invite mine."
Deku felt like a complete fool. He thought that they would have a date alone.
“In that case… maybe the two of us can go. Right, y/n?”
You looked at him with a frown as he squeezed your waist even more.
“Well, I have to check your schedule and Shoto hasn't told us the date yet. But of course, if Deku has the day off we'll go."
"Okay, I'll ask my assistant to send you the invitation" he looked behind you "oh, Bakugo has arrived. I'll go say hello."
Todoroki hadn't changed much since his school years. He was only friendlier but there was still a lot he didn't understand.
"Sorry" Deku muttered as he backed away from you "sorry" he repeated.
You looked at him blankly but before you could ask what was wrong, the alarm on your cell phone started to go off.
"Oh, it's late. You should go get your clothes right now."
You took him by the arm and took him with you. It's not that you hadn't noticed your boss's little fit of jealousy… but you preferred to ignore it for now. Deku actually appreciated it.
You perfectly saw how Izuku's face turned completely red when he saw his wardrobe for the shoot. You let out a laugh but finally gave him some words of encouragement.
"Oh, you must put this on first so it doesn't bother your crotch," the dressmaker told him.
Deku looked into your eyes and it was as if he had caught a burst of confidence. He had nothing to fear, after all, he was with his friends and trusted people. Furthermore, he was sure that this would also make his fans very happy.
"Okay, where can I change?"
"Ah, yes" you spoke "I'll take you to your dressing room. Apparently the suits had been mixed up and that's why they delivered it to you here."
"Ok"
You led him through a corridor where there were several doors with the names of his friends until they finally reached the one with his name.
"Here. Start changing and I'll tell the stylists to come over."
"Okay, thanks"
You didn't see Deku again for an hour and a half. There were things that you had to discuss with the other attendees and with the marketing manager that time flew by. The cameraman explained what they had planned and the project manager mentioned that he would send you all the photos so that you could select the ones that would be published.
Then they all went back into the studio. Kirishima seemed to be the most comfortable of all, showing a big smile and proudly modeling the suit.
The last to enter was Deku. That he no longer seemed so nervous and was actually quite normal. However… there was something you couldn't stop looking at for a single second.
Deku's big legs.
“Holy shit,” you mutter, still staring at those huge thighs you wish were wrapped around your head.
You almost forget how to breathe as a nosebleed engulfs you. Deku was the first to see you very worried and he didn't hesitate to give you a handkerchief.
"Are you okay?" He asked him very worried.
You nodded.
"Yes, I'm sorry"
“Hmmm… your face is very red. Don't you have a fever? Deku placed a hand on your forehead, and that only made you feel even hotter.
"I'm fine" you sighed "you look good, by the way"
He smiled ruefully.
"Do you really believe it? I think it is very comfortable but it is not my style”
It was your turn to smile at him. You placed a hand on his massive arm and nodded.
"Come on, they are waiting for you to start the session"
Deku ran off with a big smile on his face.
Why did your panties feel so sticky all of a sudden?
You came closer to watch the session up close. The photographer would walk them through how to position themselves for the group session and later they would go through individually or in pairs. There was so much material and they were going to take advantage of it to generate as much money as possible.
Deku actually seemed happy and comfortable as he posed and paced. Jirou was the one who seemed most uncomfortable but still she tried very hard.
The music started to get a little louder and after twenty minutes, you decided to go to the snack table to get something for Deku. A bottle of water will suffice and then he could go in search of food that he liked. Although you knew perfectly well what he would choose.
As you made your way back to the photographer, you saw Bakugo looking disgusted with the situation. Although you did not understand why he had stayed if he did not want to be part of the session. You didn't go over to say hello, you knew he would send you to hell as soon as he saw you.
However, your eyes never stopped seeing those huge legs. Had they grown in the last month? Not that you've never seen them before. In fact, five months ago Deku had done a men's underwear photo shoot and before that a commercial where he was in a bathing suit.
But now, it was as if his legs were much bigger.
You came back to reality when Deku stopped in front of you with a big smile and sweat on his forehead.
"Good job" you praised and gave him a towel and the bottle of water. A stylist immediately came over to fix his hair and put translucent powder on his face.
The stylist ran off as Kirishima left the camera and they were alone.
Deku returned the towel but kept the bottle.
"Thank you," he said finally. You smiled tenderly.
"It's my job," you reminded him.
"I know. But still… thank you” he looked back where this time it was only the girls who were the center of attention “it seems that now it is only them”
"Deku!" One of the photographers called him "come here"
You laughed
"It seems they want you with them too"
It was a really long session. They had arrived at nine in the morning and it was half past two in the morning when everyone was leaving the building. Time had passed very quickly and everyone really had a lot of fun. They would have left the session for another day, but everyone wanted it to stay that day because it would be difficult to get all the heroes together again.
You were beyond exhausted and you couldn't imagine how the heroes were doing. They all looked dead.
Deku and you were the last to leave. The car was waiting for them outside and they both got in in silence. You were looking at the tablet, doing your best to go through the tasks for the morning so that Deku could rest a little more.
When you looked at him, you saw him leaning against the glass of the car half asleep. It really had been a long day. You would definitely cancel everything for the next day.
Unintentionally, your eyes traveled his thighs. What would it feel like to ride those massive thighs? No. You shouldn't think about that at all.
"We have arrived" announced the driver. You frowned as you realized they weren't outside your building.
“I thought… we would go to my apartment first” you told the man.
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Midoriya told me that he should bring both of you here."
You felt nervous, like you couldn't breathe.
"Ah yes" Izuku muttered as he released a yawn "it's late and my apartment was closer. I thought you could stay with me today."
Your face got hot.
"No, it is not necessary. I can order a taxi if…”
"Please" he interrupted you "please stay with me"
They both looked into each other's eyes.
"Fine"
Deku got out of the car and then helped you out. He quickly spots the large building in front of you. It wasn't the first time you visited Izuku's apartment, you had done it a million times, but it was the first time you would sleep with him.
It didn't make sense though. You didn't understand why he asked you to stay with him. It is true that your apartment was on the other side of the city and that Yamato, the driver, was also tired from waiting for them all day.
Maybe Deku was just being nice to his driver. Yes. It should be that.
Deku took his backpack out of the trunk and they both went into the building. Why did you suddenly feel so nervous? The doorman glanced at them before letting them through and returned his gaze to the security cameras as they headed for the elevator.
They both climbed into the metal box and Deku pressed the button with the number twenty-three. The top floor. Compared to your apartment, Deku's was huge. It's not that you complain about your home, in fact it was perfect for you, but you always liked visiting Izuku's house to see his beautiful decorating taste.
The door opened and they came into a small hallway, where at the end was a handsome black wooden door. Deku opened and stopped the door to let you in first. You thanked him with a shy smile and quickly heard the door close behind you. Then slowly the lights started to come on and you also heard Izuku's keys hit the glass bowl at the entrance.
For a moment you felt so small and shy in Izuku's home. Like you don't deserve to be there.
"Everything is alright?" Izuku asked.
"Yes. I'm just tired and I can't think anymore” you lied. You took off your shoes before walking on.
"I know, I feel knocked out too" he smiled "is there something for tomorrow?"
"No. I took it upon myself to clear the agenda for you to rest. You can arrive at the agency at any time you want”
"Thank you very much, bunny"
They both stayed where they were. Izuku said it unintentionally. He shouldn't have said it out loud.
"I'll go change and find something you can wear" he spoke again as he entered his room.
"Yes thanks"
You approached the beautiful chair that covered a large space in the room and was shaped like an L. you still remember when Deku bought it, it took him almost two hours to choose it. It had also cost a fortune but Izuku was very happy. Deku returned almost immediately, before you could close your eyes and rest for a moment.
He was wearing his clothes to sleep with. A green shirt that looked very old and sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. The rib of his underpants was visible. You couldn't believe how Deku still wore old clothes with the huge amount of money he had.
You would definitely buy him new shirts in the week.
“I found this hoodie and this shorts,” he said sheepishly as he handed it over to you.
You stared at it and quickly realized that it was one of the hoodies that went on sale three years ago. It was green, just like her hero costume and the hood had long ears just like his.
It couldn't be a coincidence that he gave you precisely that hoodie. No, it was not. Deku was very eager to see you wearing his merch. For seeing you wearing his colors and not Shoto's.
"Oh, thank you very much Izuku" you stood up "is it okay if I use the bathroom?"
"Of course"
You took more than half an hour in the bathroom. The hoodie fit you perfectly, maybe a little big but Izuku's shorts didn't. They didn't hang on your hip and just ended up on the ground, and you weren't even that skinny but Deku had a lot more muscles than you and he was a lot bigger.
In the end you left the bathroom with only the hoodie on. Izuku was on the couch with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. He really he was very tired.
You approached him and gently touched his shoulder to wake him up but there was no response. You tried again.
"Izuku? Maybe you should go to bed."
But there was no answer. However, you suddenly felt him pull your arm and you sat on his lap. Izuku's face was hidden in the curve of your neck.
"You smell so good" you heard him murmur "you look so cute wearing my stuff"
You felt moisture on your neck. A gasp escaped your lips when you realized they were wet kisses.
"Izuku?" You wanted to push him away but you didn't have enough willpower to do it. He felt so good.
"I noticed" he moved away a little to look at his face "the way you didn't stop looking at my thighs all day"
Your face suddenly felt hot. He had caught you?
"But I don't care," he continued, "I was glad your eyes were only on me."
His hands gripped your waist tightly as he lifted the garment to feel the softness of your skin. He realized then that you were only wearing your panties.
"Izu..." you gasped again. His big hands against your skin was a wonderful feeling.
"Would you like to ride my thigh?"
You were in shock. Was this really happening?
You nodded.
“Good girls use their words. If you want something, you have to ask for it, darling."
Who was this man and what had they done with Izuku? You had never known this side of him but you were starting to like him.
You were silent for a moment. Feeling small kisses from Izuku along your neck and soft caresses on your sides.
"Izuku...can I...can I ride your thigh?"
He smiled without taking his lips off your skin.
"Of course honey"
You stood up and Izuku settled into his expensive chair as you tried to find enough air to breathe and settle into his thigh. Your cheeks burned but you felt too drunk to think about anything other than riding your boss's thigh.
Izuku spread his legs a little more and you settled in front of him. He immediately felt the moisture seeping through your panties. You put your hands on his shoulders to support yourself and you began to move your hips from front to back.
"That's it honey, I want you to cum using only my thigh"
You nodded.
He really felt great. Izuku's thigh was huge and firm yet slightly soft and warm. Much better than you had imagined that afternoon.
"Izuku, this feels so good" you gasped.
"It's what you've been imagining all afternoon, isn't it, bunny?"
You nodded again.
"Yes. I… I wanted to do this”
"Come on, I want you to be greedy and use me for your pleasure" he encouraged you "I'm very strong, so you can apply a little more pressure"
And that you did. Your clothed pussy ran down Izuku's thigh multiple times, faster each time. You heard Deku moan as he looked at you and he didn't hesitate twice before bringing his hands to your hips to press you more against his thigh. He also began to bounce his leg off of him, which sent little vibrations through your core.
"Izuku... I... I... so close"
"Come on bunny, I want you to make a whole mess"
And that you did. You came so hard it was hard to find enough air to breathe again. Your entire body fell onto Izuku's chest as you tried to recover.
Izuku stroked your back very gently.
“That's my good girl. Do you think you can help me now?"
You looked at him with misty eyes and then you looked at his pants. A lump was growing and it seemed very painful.
"Of course"
You were about to stand up to kneel between his legs but he stopped you as he shook his head.
“Not today,” he gasped, “today I want to enter you. Another day I'll let you have fun."
Another day? Did you hear right? Would this happen again?
"Good"
You straddled Izuku and leaned in to kiss his lips. He was surprised but accepted the kiss. It was a messy, passionate kiss. You pulled away from him just a little to start kissing his jaw and then his neck. Every sound that came from Izuku's lips was like hearing an angel sing.
Your hands went to the edge of his shirt and you slowly lifted it up. You felt his abdomen very well chiseled. You parted your lips from his skin just to get rid of that ugly shirt and toss it on the floor before going back to caressing every inch of his skin.
Izuku felt in the clouds. Every caress you gave him was simply wonderful and he could come at that very moment but he held back.
Your hands then went to the spring of his boxers, which you lowered along with his pants.
Deku's cock bounced against his abdomen and it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. So long and wide. With a bright red tip. And not only that, he had freckles along his thighs. You had noticed it before but seeing it up close was wonderful.
You really wanted to taste it and feel it in your mouth, but it would be another time.
Your index finger touched the tip, earning you a huge moan from Izuku along with a squeeze in your hips.
"Come on, bunny. Don't be like that with me"
You smiled. It was clear that you were now in control of the situation.
You took his cock with your whole hand and pumped a couple of times gently. Deku was a complete mess under you. You repeated the action a few times and spread the pre-cum all over his cock.
Finally set your panties to the side and lined the tip against your entrance to slowly enter. They both stifled a big groan but Izuku was very impatient and he pushed your hip all the way. It stayed like that for a moment. They both had their eyes closed as they took in what was happening.
"Please" you heard Deku stammer "move, please"
And you did it. You started to move your hips. The moans of both began to fill the room. You were about to take off your hoddie due to the heat spreading through your body but Deku stopped you.
"I want you to wear it while I fuck you, don't take it off"
"Okay" you muttered.
You rode Izuku's dick, feeling like you were in heaven. The lewd sounds fill the room completely. Your nails were leaving marks on Izuku's back and he couldn't feel more excited. He loved that burning sensation you left on his back every time he touched the right spot inside you.
His lips met again. Deku's hands grew stronger as he indicated the pace you should follow. Surely you would have some bruises the next day but what did it matter at that moment.
Deku ran a hand around your waist to draw you even closer to him while his other hand went to your clit to rub it hard. Suddenly you felt so much pleasure running through your body that you didn't think it was possible.
Izuku broke away from your lips just to kiss your neck. Suddenly he had the need to leave marks so that everyone would know that you belonged to him and only him.
You were his and no one else's.
"Izuku... again" you stammered between gasps "I'm going to... Izuku please, I want you to cum inside me"
He was surprised by your request but if that was what you wanted, he had no reason to refuse.
“Do it bunny. I am also close. I want you to be a good girl and milk my dick."
They both climaxed almost at the same time. First it was you, stifling a big moan kissing Izuku's lips and then it was him. You knew that he controlled his strength so as not to break a bone.
In the end, Izuku fell back on the couch and you slumped against his chest.
His expensive chair was a complete mess but he couldn't care less.
"Just so we're clear" Izuku spoke after catching his breath as he hugged you and caressed your back. His cock was still inside you “I'm in love with you. I am really very in love and I would like you to be my girlfriend”
You smiled, leaving little kisses on his clavicle.
"That i would like"
He cleared his throat.
“I would also like…” somehow, he went back to a blushing mess “for you to use more of my merchandise and less of Shoto's. It makes me feel…jealous”
You smiled, leaving a kiss on his lips.
"Ok. But believe it or not, I have quite a collection of your merchandise. It's just that I was a little embarrassed to take it to work."
Izuku's eyes began to glow.
"Is that so?"
"Of course"
He hugged you tighter.
"I'm so happy"
Two weeks later the photos from that session were released. Needless to mention, they were a complete success and sold out immediately.
Of course, you also got every one of the photos where Deku was. It didn't matter that you now had him all to yourself. Those photos were worth gold.
↬ written by Novaawayne
#bnha#izuku midoria x reader#izuku x y/n#izuku midoriya#bnha deku#deku x reader#mha deku#midoriya x you#midoriya x reader#boku no hero fanfic#bnha midoriya#boku no hero acedamia#my hero academia#one shot#fluff
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Note: I got my tablet working briefly and was able to finish the lines before it crapped out again. Testing out a potential comic format to go with the drabbles. Don't know if it's going to be a regular thing but I thought I'd see how everyone feels about it.
Adam’s Naming
The Creature sat in a chair that was uncomfortably small for him, his knees bent so that they nearly folded into his stomach. He watched anxiously as Watson pulled out his grooming kit and a pair of scissors.
“That mess of hair has to go, I’m amazed you don’t have lice,” the Doctor wrinkled his mustache as he methodically laid out his tools and began to separate the strands of black hair, first with his fingers to break apart the larger tangles without pulling then with a wide toothed comb.
The Creature, unaccustomed to being touched so casually, fought the urge to squirm away, “Parasites seem to find my blood unappetizing, I’ve never had to suffer their infestations on my person. A small mercy, I suppose,” he said.
“Be that as it may, I should hope that now that you are among people, you’ll be diligent with your hygiene,” Watson replied, grimacing as he picked up his scissors and snipped away the first oily lock, watching it pool on the ground in a snaky curl.
“I never anticipated that I would be among people. It is a foreign thing to be concerned with my appearance outside of hiding it from sight.”
“Have you really never had a friend?” Watson asked.
“No, never. The closest thing I had was a mere moment, I spoke once with an old blind man and he treated me kindly before his family drove me away,” the Creature fell silent, drawing up the memory of DeLacy’s smile and the gentle reassurance he’d given him.
“Do not despair. To be friendless is indeed to be unfortunate, but the hearts of men, when unprejudiced by any obvious self-interest, are full of brotherly love and charity”
It had been a lie, of course, but in the fleeting instance he had believed it, it had been so very beautiful to hear. Despite himself, the Creature had been unable to completely give up on wishing it could be true.
“What the old man gave me was no more than a crumb, but it was every sliver of hope I ever carried in my life and even now, after 100 years, I hold it in my breast and let it nourish me for want of richer food,” he confided quietly.
The scissors paused and Watson rested his hand on the Creature’s head, “Well, we’ll have to do better than that, won’t we? Seems to me a man ought to live off of more than crumbs. Let’s start by giving you a proper name, shall we?” he suggested kindly.
The Creature froze, his vision blurred and he could feel himself begin to tremble. This was not real, it couldn’t be real, no one who looked upon him and knew what he had done could offer him true kindness, much less give him a name. Victor had made him, had labored for months to bring him into existence and couldn’t bring himself to give him that! It was impossible! He refused to believe this doctor, a stranger to him, could give him that so easily. It was mockery, or a trick. It had to be. With a roar he shot out of the chair, sending it toppling, and turned to face Watson, incensed further when the old man didn’t flinch.
“Call me demon! Call me monster, or devil, or abomination! You know well that I have worn them all and each title has been fitting,” he hissed, lowering his head so that he was an inch from Watson’s face and the doctor would have no choice but to truly look at him. At his ravaged cheeks and the chunk of skin missing from the end of his nose. His torn, black lips distorted into a hideous snarl as he attempted to goad the doctor into screaming or attacking. I’ll kill you, he thought, show me you’re just like everyone else and I’ll kill you…
“Stop that this instant!” Watson snapped firmly as he righted the toppled chair, “Such carrying on, really. If you’re a monster or a devil now it’s because you choose to be. I’ll not entertain such utter nonsense. Now, you have a choice, you can sit in this chair, let me cut your hair and we’ll pick out a name for you or you can leave. I don’t care where you go but I have no patience for tantrums. If you want to stay with us you had better get a lid on that temper this very minute!” he tapped the back of the chair expectantly, never once breaking the Frankenstein monster’s gaze.
The Creature deflated, caught off guard and chastened like a child scolded by a stern parent. He sank back into the chair and folded his hands in his lap, the very picture of contrition. Watson softened and resumed his cutting.
“As I recall,” he said as he settled into a rhythm, the quiet snip of the scissors soothing his nerves, “You said to Victor that you ought to have been his Adam. Adam is a fine name; a good, strong, name and I think it suits you. How would like to be called Adam?”
Silence. A shuddering gasp, then in a small trembling voice, “I would like that very much…”
Watson leaned forward and gave Adam’s cheek a pat, not flinching at the exposed muscle under the ridge of his cheekbone but moved to pity by the wetness trickling down it, "Whatever you were, whatever you've done, put it behind you now. This is your new start, your second chance. Don't squander it, Adam."
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The boys! 🔥🌪
So I got a Huion drawing tablet this summer but never ended up doing much with it due to how intimidating Clip Studio Paint is lol. This weekend, however, I finally sat down and watched some YouTube tutorials, and behold! We have Zuko and Aang as they appear at the start of my Zukaang AU, The Avatar and the Fire Prince!
Just a quick summary again for those who have not read it: this is an AU where Zuko and Iroh discover Aang in the iceberg shortly after Zuko is banished at age 13 in 96 AG, so they're only one year apart. It's an enemies-to-friends-to-lovers slowburn that will eventually follow a similar course to the canon events of the show, just with more focus on Zuko & Aang's friendship and eventual romance.
23 chapters of TAatFP are currently posted, the most recent of which is The Fortuneteller (a chapter I have been so excited to adapt since I started this fic in early 2022)!
I used to draw AtLA fan art allllll the time when the show was still airing, and I used to draw more in general in high school, but this is the first time I've really tried to seriously draw in nearly a decade, and also my first time really making any art digitally that I feel looks good enough to post.
That being said, I'm quite proud of what I was able to do. I very much tried to make Zuko look like he's 13, and I think I did a pretty decent job? Also I got very lazy with the shading... I just kinda put it where I thought it needed to go, so sorry if it looks wonky lol.
I'm going to try to do more of these character sheet-ish type things to show what Aang and Zuko are going to look like as they continue to grow up throughout my AU, and if I get really ambitious, I might even try to draw pivotal scenes...
Btw if any of y'all ever decide to draw fan art of my fic, PLEASEEEE tag me in it because I would absolutely love to see it!
#atla#avatar the last airbender#atla au#zuko#aang#zukaang#avatar the last airbender au#zukaang au#zukaang fanfic#a:tla#avatar: the last airbender#zuko x aang#aang x zuko#the avatar and the fire prince#taatfp#taatfp update#my art
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How we got here from there
Or, the long journey of a longform long-running webcomic about a long man with long wings.
In the spirit of @feathernotes and @phantomarine who have been talking about just starting your webcomic and not worrying about being "ready", I was inspired to do a post about White Noise's origin! I'm a little limited by the fact that I either left behind or destroyed a lot of the art I have from prior to 2009, so you'll have to take my word for it.
Cringe Truth below the cut!
The Cringe Truth of White Noise is that it has its roots in a Pokemon x Yu Yu Hakusho x self-insert(s) roleplay thread I used to do with an internet friend I made on Neopets guild forums way back in 2002-ish. We would come home from school every day and RP over AIM, and then when we had to get offline, whoever left first would email the other one, and we would continue via email until we were back on AIM at the same time.
Liya was my self insert.
This isn't even remotely the earliest art of her, it's just the earliest I have on hand. I was drawing her for almost a decade by the time I drew this one. Imagine the earlier drawings as being like I traced over Sailor Moon characters that I printed out from deviantART and gave them a brown ponytail.
The funny thing is Liya really hasn't changed much from her original form! I also had loose brown curls that I kept in a ponytail 24/7 to the point that it showed when I had it down (which is why her hair is 'dented' like that). I did it because I was trans and didn't know it; she does it because she hasn't realized she can just cut it off and be butch yet.
Other characters that date back from this time period: Yoshi (originally an InuYasha/Rurouni Kenshin pastiche), Hawk (I don't remember when he got wings but they were white at first), Numair (named after the Tamora Pierce character and filling a Koenma kind of role), Helly (sort of--I had an elf character named Kamui who had the same temperament, and he was eventually transmuted into Helly) and...Kurogane.
I've never named Kurogane but he appears in the background of the comic a few times, as my own personal inside joke.
Vlad came along somewhere between this RP period and planning the comic, but I can't remember when or why. I don't have drawings from that time (~2004?) but he was the first character I drew when I got a tablet for the first time.
Everyone else came along later when I started actually planning out the comic.
All this said: the reason I started White Noise as a weekly webcomic is because I wanted to learn to draw better.
At the time I was in college majoring in animation, but I didn't feel like I was learning very much at all (the program was badly structured; I had more art history classes than anything else. It was a mess.) I was also working nights in order to feed myself, and so had a lot of downtime. I had this story rattling around in my head from my RP days, so I figured, why not just give it a go?
For posterity here's a photo of a chapter 1 panel in progress, back in 2011 with my typical college diet in the bg:
(Chapter 1 was originally pencil on paper, scanned in and colored in PS. I later re-drew it to make it fully digital to match with the rest of the comic.)
There's been a lot of talking about not waiting until you're 'ready' to start a webcomic, and I agree with that sentiment. Try framing it like this: making a comic every week for years and years will improve your art way more than any prep work you can do before starting the comic. It's like learning to swim. You can read about swimming all you want, but you're not going to really figure it out until you do it. If your early comics are bad, well, that's normal. It used to be an expected part of doing webcomics; I blame the shift into expecting webcomics to be polished from start to finish partly on commercialization in the space, but that's an angry rant for another time.
With this background, here's the collage I posted for WN's 10 year anniversary back in 2021:
And now we're here.
So do your webcomic. Put it on ComicFury or make a janky little site for it. Be okay with imperfect pages and be prepared to shout into the void for a while. Even if it's always a hobby, if it never makes you a dime or wins you any awards--that's fine! You'll be a lot happier if you learn not to worry about that stuff, and just make something that will help you grow and make you happy. We could do with a lot more work like that in the world imo.
#webcomics#comics#wn comic#white noise#comix#indie comics#webtoon#comic history#webcomic history#web comic#original comic#also I'm not going to tell you to not destroy your old work but...#it IS nice to have around so you can look at it and feel good about how much you've grown#can't say I regret losing all that stuff but whatever
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