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I am organising a free pdf wlw/sapphic zine in celebration of the upcoming 2024 pride month! (june)

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Return (Rey x Ben)

Summary: After his death, Rey longs for the touch of her other half. That is until he comes to her and gives her hope that maybe…..just maybe he's actually alive.

Words: 4195 Warnings: PIV, Virgin Rey, First time sex. Author's Note: Hi everyone this is my first official Reylo writing. I've always enjoyed reading Reylo but never felt confident enough to write it. That is until an artist by the name of Claire (theriseofswolo on twitter) created a beautiful drawing of Rey and Ben that sparked my creativity to the point that I knew I had to write this. I hope you enjoy reading this!

“Rey…..”

Someone is calling her name. But she doesn’t feel like answering. “Rey?”

She groans, irritated that someone would try and disturb her sleep. “Can you hear me?”No. Well technically she could, but she didn’t want to. All she wants is to stay curled up in her bed. She had been restless for hours, like every other night. No amount of tossing and turning could bring her comfort. So now that the blissful oblivion that is sleep finally has finally taken her, she doesn’t like being bothered. This has been her life since settling on Tatooine. She’s able to keep herself busy during the day, but at night? That’s when loneliness creeps in. Slowly and inconspicuously, like a spider crawling along its web. “Rey, are you there?”

She had already said ‘No’. Because waking up now would mean another night awake with a pain reminiscent of her heart being chipped away at. Piece by piece until there’s nothing but an empty hole. She whimpers at the memory. Not wanting to experience that type of pain ever again. But this is her life now. This is what it feels like without her dyad…her other half. Without Ben. “Sweetheart, I need you to hear me.”

Her eyes flutter open then because no one has ever called her that before, and the only person who she’s imagined calling her that is— “Ben?” She turns over and finds him kneeling beside her.

But she is no longer in her bed and they aren’t in her bedroom. Around them is nothing but darkness. Except…it’s not the type of bleak darkness. There’s a glow…a warmth. As if the moon is bathing them in her light. But there is no moon or sky for that matter. In fact, there isn’t even a floor. Ripples of light fan out from where Ben crouches, giving the appearance that he’s sitting atop a pool of water. That’s when she notices that he isn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. “I’m dreaming,” she states, because this wouldn’t be the first time she’s seen him in dreams.

Like her own personal tormentor, her mind has a nasty habit of conjuring him when she’s at her most vulnerable. The sound of his voice, a flash of him from the corner of her eye, or fantasies where his life force hadn’t faded away on Exegol. But Ben shakes his head, looking far too beautiful for someone who had died bloody and bruised. “It’s not a dream, Rey. It…It feels like how it used to. When the Force would connect us.”

She slowly sits up, moving a fraction of an inch closer, and notices how he shifts to close his legs a bit more for modesty. He suddenly seems painfully aware of his nudity, but Rey is too entranced with the feeling of simply being here with him. He’s right. This feels like when the Force started bringing them together while she was on Luke’s island. Except, now they’ve been through so much–both together and separately. “But how is that possible? I watched you die…I felt it.” She grabs the front of her shirt, right above her heart, sounding pained. But before Ben can respond, her eyes shift back to his. “Are…are you real?” His brows furrow slightly, and he looks down at his hand as if to study it. “I suppose…” If he wanted to say more, she doesn’t give him the chance, because she’s throwing herself into his arms. There’s only one way to find out, and this is it. She buries herself into his chest—finding him solid and warm. His arms come around her, holding her steady as he plants his foot to keep them from toppling over. A strangled sob leaves her. “I can touch you! You’re here.” She cups the side of his face, threading her fingers through his hair. They brush against his ear, his—as she just found out—adorably large ear. Tears blur her vision. “You’re really here.” Realization crashes over them and quickly turns into emotions. Raw, powerful emotions that have them both groping at one another. Her hands grip his face and shoulders, while his own cradle the back of her head and spine. “I feel you,” he gasps, his own eyes starting to water. “Stars, I can really feel you.” And then they’re kissing so hard that their tears begin to mingle, but neither of them cares. Not when they feel undeniably whole. All the jagged pieces within them soften and dull until they slip together like puzzle pieces. Everything feels right. No more sadness. No more pain. No more longing. It’s just them. The way it was always meant to be, even before they knew one another’s names. Rey isn’t sure how, but somehow in the midst of their kissing, they had shifted. She’s lying on her back now, with him leaning over her to the point that she’s trapped beneath him. She can feel every inch of his muscular frame pressed against hers, but it isn’t enough…she needs more. 

Pulling at his broad shoulders, she coaxes him to rest his full weight on her. He hesitates and she huffs, tugging firmer until he gives in. There can be no separation between them. Not now or ever again. She wouldn’t go back to the numbing bleakness that she’d been living in since defeating Palpatine. Their mouths slant over one another's, deepening the kiss. She feels the tip of his tongue glide along her bottom lip, causing a moan to slip out. He answers her moan with one of his own, except it’s deeper and hungrier. It makes her shiver and her hips involuntarily buck. That’s when she feels something hard pulse against her thigh. Her eyes dart downwards and catch a glimpse of his member. It’s long and thick with trimmed black curls at the base. And though Rey has never seen one up close…or really at all. She’s overheard Poe enough times to know that when a man hardens like that, it’s because he wants to have sex. 

Ben Solo wants to have sex with her.  Her heart pounds in her breastbone like the steady beat of a drum. She knows she wants this because there’s no one else she feels she’s meant to be with. However, that doesn’t rid her of her anxieties. 

She needs to tell him that this is her first time or else she risks making a fool of herself. She doesn’t want that. She wants her first time to be perfect. He’s still kissing her, lost in tasting her mouth with his tongue. She can already feel a wetness pooling between her legs at the skillful way he moves his tongue. It’s near impossible to break away but she knows she has to. 

“B-Ben,” she tries to hide the tremble of her words and her blush-stained cheeks. “I’ve…never done this before.” “Do you want to stop?” he asks immediately. “No!” she shouts back, effectively shutting him up. Embarrassed, she clears her throat and lowers her voice. “I don’t want to stop. I want to be close to you…As close as I possibly can be.” His dark eyes seem to soften as a small smile tugs at his mouth. “I want that too, more than anything.”  She tries to not let her inexperience show, even though she’s already admitted the truth. “Will…Can you teach me?” A chuckle bubbles up from his chest, momentarily upsetting her. Is he laughing at her? But he chases those worries away when he nuzzles the tip of his nose against hers and then places a kiss on her forehead. “Of course, Sweetheart.” That name again. It has her toes curling. 

She’d do anything to hear him call her that again. His fingers tug at the hem of her nightshirt, instantly refocusing her attention. He undresses her slowly, admiring every bit of newly exposed skin. Anytime she tries to help, he shoos her hands away. “This is my job tonight,” he whispers just before leaving a delicate kiss on her right nipple. His lips are so full that she finds herself wondering how they would feel kissing all of her. With his knee, he nudges her legs apart so his fingertips can trace along her belly before traveling further until they reach the dark nest of hair that lay between her thighs. She watches his every move with wide eyes. “Do you know what this is called?” he asks lustfully before moving his hand to his own body and gently gripping himself at the base. “And this?” Heat burns her cheeks all the way down to the tops of her breasts. “Of course I do!” she snaps. “I’m not an idiot!” 

His features harden. “Do not call yourself that, do you understand me?” His tone is stern, sounding more like he did when he went by the name Kylo Ren. It gives her pause, but in this context, also excites her. When she doesn’t argue, he relaxes. “I wasn’t saying you’re an idiot. I was only trying to see if I could ask you my next question.” “Which is?” He meets her gaze, looking rather smug. “Do you know what happens between a man and a woman? How they become one?”

Not wanting to lose her nerve, she attempts to answer, “They…You…put yourself inside.” “That’s right.” He grins as he praises her. “And then what?” Rey swears her entire face is redder than the Tatooine suns. “Go on, Sweetheart,” he croons. “Say it.” 

“I…” He must sense that her uncertainty is getting the better of her because he finishes for her. “I fuck you until you cum for me.” Her throat has gone dry so she merely nods. “Is that what you want, Rey?” Something tells her that nodding won’t be enough for him. “Y-Yes…And I…I want to know how to make you feel good too.” “Shhhh,” he soothes while smoothing down her hair, “Don’t worry so much about that. Whatever brings you pleasure will do the same for me.” She nods, willing herself to believe him. “Will…Will it hurt?” Refusing to lie to her, he answers honestly, “It might. The first time usually does for women, but I’m going to take care of you and I’ll stop the moment you need me to.” She nods again, and Ben brings his hand back between her legs. “Do you trust me?” “More than anything,” she responds without hesitation. No sooner than the words leave her lips does he cup her sex in his palm. His fingers spread her open, gliding through her folds. “Shit,” he curses breathlessly. “You’re already starting to get wet.” “Is that a good thing?” she can’t help but ask. He kisses her with a nod of his head. “It means you're aroused. It’s your body’s way of getting ready to–” “Take you inside?” she tries finishing for him. The words sound rather juvenile to her, but from the hunger in Ben’s eyes, he very much enjoyed hearing her say it. His fingers brush against that sensitive bud that Rey has only ever accidentally touched. She gasps, feeling her legs unconsciously open wider. He repeats the action and her head falls back onto the floor with a soft thud. “Have you ever touched yourself here? Have you made yourself cum before?” The light touches turn into slightly firmer circles and she swears she can see stars. She tries answering both of his questions at the same time even though all she wants to do is moan. “N-No, never. Not on purpose. And it…it never felt like this.” She’s very aware that she isn’t making sense, so instead she sends her thoughts through their bond. No, she’s never made herself cum before. She’s only ever touched herself accidentally or out of curiosity. But his touch? His touch feels different. He cocks his head to the side. “Different how?” She had been praying that he wouldn’t ask her to explain, but of course, he does anyway. “Feels…better. Your fingers feel better.” The cocky grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, reminding her of Han. He’s more like his father than he could possibly know. His fingers pick up their tempo, rubbing her harder and faster until she’s bucking up into his touch. “That’s it, just like that,” he praises, keeping her caged beneath him no matter how hard she thrashes. “I can feel your clit pulsing against my fingertips. Are you going to cum, Sweetheart?” “I don’t know!” she sobs, her hands gripping his biceps hard enough that her nails leave half-moon imprints behind. “Hmm, let me try this,” he muses, more to himself than to her, but all the same, he shifts the position of his fingers—leaving his thumb on her clit and the rest of his fingers down by her opening. She feels every nerve ending on her body sparking like an electrical wire when one of his fingers slips inside of her. His digit is thick and long just like the rest of him. It feels good but she tenses when she realizes he’s inside. “Shhhh, Rey. It’s alright. You’re alright. I’m going to go as slow as you need me to.” She hadn’t realized that she had shut her eyes, so she opens them and finds Ben smiling down at her. “That’s better. Now, take a deep breath with me.” He doesn’t wait for a response, just demonstrates how he wants her to breathe. This doesn’t seem like the time to argue, so she follows his instructions. Breathe in. Hold it. Count to five. And release. Somehow that pause was all she needed to bring her focus back on the pleasure. She looks at him and gives him a small nod for him to continue. He moves his finger in and out of her depths slowly. So slowly that she almost feels impatient, but he clearly has more experience with this than she does.

The thought causes a crease to form in her brow. However, Ben is there to kiss it away. “Don’t think about that, because they were never who I needed…They were never you.” Tears prickle at her eyes but she doesn’t want to cry again. She links her arm around the back of his neck, pulling him back to her and kissing him as she tells him not to stop. Eagerly, he returns her kiss and resumes the movement of his finger. He works it in and out of her, gradually picking up the pace. She starts making the lewdest, whiniest noises she’s ever heard. She’d be worried about sounding pathetic if he wasn’t rolling his hips into her thigh in an attempt to gain relief from his ever-growing erection. Doing this with him feels filthy, and yet…so right. Like this had always been where she was meant to be. “Can you take another finger for me, Sweetheart?” She’s already a babbling mess so she mumbles out an ‘uh-huh’ and a second finger enters her, filling her up and stretching her out. She wonders if it should hurt, but it doesn’t. Especially not when his thumb keeps its attention on her clit. Her mouth falls open into a tiny ‘o’ and her body trembles while more heat continues to pool and drip out of her. “You’re beautiful. I could watch you like this forever.” Rey shakes her head ‘No’. She’s never thought much about her looks one way or the other, but beautiful? That’s not a word she’s ever used to describe herself. “You are, Rey. So fucking beautiful and all mine.” That part she can agree with. She is his. All of her. Just like he is hers. Desperately, she tries to say that out loud but it’s too difficult forming words when there’s an unfamiliar pressure building up in her lower belly. She whines his name, dragging out the letters in a desperate attempt to get him to understand her needs. He presses his lips to her temple. “I think someone is about to have their first orgasm.” She shakes her head ‘No’, not wanting this to be how it happens. “Together. W-Want to cum together.” Ben smiles wide enough to show his teeth and lovingly whispers, “We can and we will, but let yourself cum like this first.” “No, not yet.” He’s clearly trying to be patient with her. “Rey, women can cum more than once. It’s alright–” But she cuts him off with another defiant shake of her head. “Together, I want it to happen together!” He gives in with a playful huff. “I almost forgot how stubborn you can be.” She’s tempted to debate him on that, but the words die on her tongue when his hand is replaced with his torso settling between her thighs. It was happening—they were about to become one. She’s never felt more excited and anxious all at once. Sensing her emotions, Ben runs his hands along the sides of her body. “I feel it too.” She chuckles at his choice of words, recognizing them from the first time they met. Guiding the tip of his length to her slit, he breathes in deep to keep in control. As much as he didn’t want to cause her pain, the ache in his balls makes him want to bury himself in deep. “If I hurt you, I need you to tell me the moment it becomes too much, do you understand?” “I understand, but you won’t hurt me, Ben. I trust you.” Hearing this renews his confidence. No matter what happened next, he would be here to take care of her. As carefully as he possibly can, he pushes into her. Her walls are slick from being so close to her peak, but still, her face contorts in pain once he’s almost fully inside of her.  Ben stops his movements, allowing her to adjust to his size. He can’t deny how challenging it is to not ram himself into her at full force. She swallowed him up, urging him to fill her with cum.

He focuses on steadily breathing through his nose, holding eye contact as he slowly inches out–watching her face for any signs of discomfort. He works on sliding in and out with slow, calm thrusts. The resistance of her inner walls starts to lessen. That is until he presses forward—entering her deeper than before. She winces, making a strangled-sounding noise in the back of her throat.

Ben’s breathing is ragged…uneven. He would do this right. He would take care of her. “Are you alright?”

She responds with a high-pitched, ‘Mhmm’, and he knows she’s lying. He stops moving altogether and cups the side of her face. Closing his eyes, he sends soothing tendrils of the Force through her, minimizing her sensation of pain so that she doesn’t have to suffer. Within moments, her face relaxes. “Better?” he asks and she silently nods in amazement. He tests the waters by cautiously thrusting his hips into hers and is relieved when she sighs in pleasure. It isn’t long until those sighs turn into moans as she holds tightly to his shoulders. He feels her legs shifting on either side of him, opening up for him like a flower in bloom. “Go on, wrap your legs around me.” His permission has her feeling bold so she brings her legs up, interlocking her ankles behind his back. The new position has the tip of him brushing some magical part inside of her that makes her feel like she’s soaring and choking all at the same time. 

“Fuck,” he swears with a slight tremble in his voice. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock.” She’d never heard it called that before, but Stars did it sound good when he said it like that. She whines his name, begging for more once she has his attention. He moves his hand between their bodies and finds her clit again. “B-Ben! F-Feels good. I–” She can’t continue because her eyes are falling closed and her breaths are coming out in shallow gasps. 

Behind her eyes, colors splash together in a messy portrait that depicts every action that has led them to this moment. It’s overwhelming to the point that she thinks she might cry, but Ben’s hand slides along her cheek. “Sweetheart, look at me.” She does and finds him breathless, panting above her with sweat beading along his brow and his hair disheveled. He looks wild…needy…and all hers. “I love you, Rey.” Her heart swells and fresh tears roll down her cheeks. “I love you too. L-Love you so much.” Her words spur him on, he grips her hip in his hand, hard enough to leave markings of his fingertips behind, and picks up the pace of his thrusts.  “N-Need you to cum. I need to feel it.” He doesn’t have to beg for her to hear his plea. She nods, the pressure in her stomach from earlier returning. It’s all too much and yet not enough. Is this what cumming felt like? “I…I feel like I might b-break!” she cries out, unsure, but unable to stop her body's natural reaction. Ben groans, head tilting back for just a moment at the feeling of her clenching even tighter around his cock. He’s so close, just at the very edge, but he wouldn’t fall into oblivion. Not without his Rey. “Yes. F-Fuck yes, just like that. Just let go and let yourself cum.” Her back arches off the floor and her cries go quiet. “Cum for me sweet girl.” Then comes the unfiltered and unrestrained song of her orgasm.

Trembling, pure, and breathtaking. The sheer beauty of it sends Ben over the edge, cumming with a shout of her name and emptying himself inside of her. He can’t remember the last time he came so hard. Maybe it was never. Maybe only Rey could make him cum like this. Together they rock through their aftershocks, clinging on tightly to one another as they refill their lungs with enough air to function. When he no longer feels like a newborn fathier, Ben detangles himself from her and lays down on his side. Rey turns over to face him, coyishly biting her bottom lip. “Hi.” He hums, slinging his arm over her waist and hauling her to him. “Hi there, beautiful.” This time when he calls her beautiful, she blushes, burrowing herself into his muscular body. “That was…” She struggles to find the right word to describe what they’d just done. She tilts her head up, chin resting on his chest, and says the only word she can think of, “Wonderful.” He grins smugly, brushing his lips against hers before huskily whispering, “You can say that again.” Rey giggles. She’s never been flirted with before, least of all by the former Supreme Leader. She decides that she likes this new side of him and snakes her arms around his middle for a hug. He hugs her right back, shifting a bit so he’s on his back and she can use him as a pillow. With her ear placed over his heart and Ben’s fingers running along her spine, it isn’t long before exhaustion creeps into her limbs. She stifles a yawn but there’s no use trying to hide from her dyad. “Sweetheart, I can sense how tired you are. Why won’t you let yourself sleep?” She forces herself to lift her head and shakes it, hysteria overtaking her thoughts. “I can’t! Ben, what if when I wake up, you’re gone again? What if this is a dream?” He firmly takes her face in his hands so she can’t look away. “It isn’t a dream. I’m here, Rey. Do you—” But his voice goes mute. His lips move but no sound comes. “Ben? W-What’s happening?” Rey watches in horror, feeling him slipping from her. His form is fading and so is hers. He realizes it too and frantically tries to hold onto her. “No! Don’t go! Please don’t leave me again!” She goes to grab his shoulders but her fingers touch nothing but air. “Don’t, Ben! Please! Come back!” Rey bolts upwards and finds herself back in her own bed. Alone. Sobs wrack her slender frame before she has time to even fully process anything. She cries like a child who’s lost their mother with hot, heavy tears that stain the blanket in her lap. How could she have been so stupid to think that Ben had actually found his way back to her? She goes to pull her knees to her chest but is greeted with a throbbing soreness from between her legs. Lowering the blankets, she not only finds that she’s naked, but there is a bit of dry blood on the sheets below her. How could that be? Her eyes dart around, looking for any other sign of him but all she finds is a newly forming bruise on her hip. One that distinctly looks like someone’s hand had been there. Ben’s hand.

He had touched her.

It had been real.

Rey turns her head to her bedroom window and looks at the rising Tatooine suns with a new sense of purpose.

It was time to go and find her other half so she could bring him home.

I was trying to study buff anatomy, I was using pinterest, but then it started showing up some baka drawings and weird photoshopped photos and it makes me really uncomfortable. Do you know any site I could use to study that has at least an option to show only safe for work images?

Anon, I think I understand what you're asking but I just need to confirm one thing...

....bara?

Did you possibly mean bara drawings???

If you did indeed mean that you don't want to potentially be flipping through mildly sexual bara images and bad photoshop jobs wherein dudes give themselves too many abs to compensate for a lack of personality, then perhaps I might be able to help!

Keep in mind that if you want to study musculature and anatomy, you may need to put up with nudity no matter what. And no matter what way you spin it, many nude anatomy studies may be classified as 'nsfw' because unless you work in an art studio...... yes, it WILL be not safe for work, even if it's not sexual.

My first piece of advice - stop using Pinterest.

It's a good tool for collecting images, yes, but it will not be an adequate teacher for this sort of thing. It may also give you references which are not entirely realistic. Of course, un-realistic art and exaggeration in art are fine! But as a baseline to learn from, it isn't good.

Second - if you're looking for poses to reference for art, check out AdorkaStock, a long-time, famous photo-reference account that has thousands of human references for free!

Third... If you're looking specifically for BUFF references, it's going to be better to look for actors or famous people who you KNOW are well-muscled instead of searching for a random 'big buff guy' online.

For example, think of an actor you consider 'buff'. Search via google for candid photos of him - with safe search on. Chances are, you can get some references which are not uncomfortable for you.

Look, here's one of Jason Momoa!

For a beginner artist, this may be enough! You don't have to draw every single muscle bulging to give the idea to your viewers that a person is ripped. The proportions of his shoulders, the wideness of his arms, etc, is already enough, and it will go a LONG way to visually suggesting muscles than a rob liefield lookalike.

For anything more than that, you'll need to get comfortable with seeing people naked, or almost-naked, and simply seek out photos of athletes with the type of body you want to draw! Swimmers, triathletes, football players and rock climbers are all 'buff' but in different ways. Looking through photos of these athletes may give you a better idea of the variety that's out there.

And for any other anatomy lessons, I do recommend YouTube because there are many art teachers who offer their advice for free. For example this guy, who explains anatomical bone and muscle groups to help your illustration!

I hate to be rude but do you know how to draw body fat or are you just gonna make tsumugi a stick with boobs over and over

THE "I HATE TO BE RUDE" AHAKGSQKG3KWHQJSUANSHDNGN PLEAAAAASEE ANON DONT LIE TO URSELF U KNOW DAMN WELL THIS WAS WRITTEN WITH CONDESCENDING INTENT LMAO but to answer ur question; yea i do! admittedly im not the best at it as i lack experience (i dont draw nudity very often so the opportunity barely arises) but i do have a general understanding of how its meant to look and yes i will continue drawing tsumugi as a stick with big boobs over and over! because this is the body type i headcanon her with and i think it suits her. i know boob sizes arent that deep, but a figure like hers carries a more "motherly" vibe to it (theres a reason we say "mommy milkers" n shit after all) plus it adds to her "hot klutz anime gf" energy. theres a Reason this portrayal is so common in the broad enstars community (including JP/KR/CN/etc artists too). when coming up with femstars portrayals my priority is not in giving you representation (that was never even there to begin with); it is to try and translate what made the character good in the original and keep that energy in this new version. now, sometimes adding a larger bit of diversity DOES help translate over the characters energy, and its a win-win for all! it just simply is not how i picture tsumugi in my head (but this does not mean i eat up those different portrayals of her any less!!! i think its super fun to see and she will always be absolutely gorgeous!!!!). if you disagree with my headcanon of her you quite literally do not need to consume my art. no one is forcing you to look at what i make. Pick up a pen and draw the tsumugi of your dreams yourself

and before anyone brings it up: yes!! skinny ppl can have big busts!!!! crazy, isnt it?? ud never expect it from the way yall discuss it! boob sizes are determined partially by fat, yes, but also genetics and if uve undergone pregnancy (the mommy milkers.....) so its INCREDIBLY weird to see people constantly talking about how those of us who draw tsumugi like this "dont know how women look" when yall dont even research the shit you spew. the reason "big boobs skinny waists" is something we've been fighting against in media portrayals is because there was a time where that was ALL THE PORTRAYAL OF WOMEN WE'D GET. THAT IS UNREALISTIC. women come in ALL shapes and sizes, and to dictate what women Can or Can't look like is fucking misogynistic and i cant believe you people dont realize this. i cant believe you dont realize the harm in what you say. alot of skinny people with big busts end up getting breast reduction surgery because 1. those mfs are heavy and 2. everyone sexualizes them!!!!!!! their bodies are viewed purely as something pornographic!!!!!! and no one wants that!!!!!!!! which shit like THIS (something being wrong with having big boobs) perpetuates. often times they hide their busts by wearing baggy clothes, which hides their figure and they end up looking a few sizes bigger just to avoid being viewed as an object. its sad!!!!! and now theres a new wave of people BODYSHAMING THEM??????? and for what??? because men think big boobs are hot???? why can women only exist in contrast to men???? why must women always think about how men will react to how they look or behave?????? why cant women of all body types just EXIST. why must there ALWAYS be someone we punch down at???? bodyshaming isnt suddenly cool just because youre shaming something men get off to

so, i have a question for you too! genuinely, what is wrong with drawing tsumugi like this? what is the harm? theres like 6 characters out of the 49 in enstars that i hc with big busts, so its not like im reducing women to this body type, and its queer people and women who are my target demographic. so whats wrong with it? im genuinely curious

Tattoos & Trig - Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You sit next to Gareth in math class but he draws on you daily instead of paying attention. Eddie, your older brother, tells you to tutor him. (Gareth is a senior. Everyone is 18+)

Warnings: Fluff. Nudity, non descriptive and nonsexual.

WC: 1100ish

NSFW part 2 here

Masterlist

Being Eddie Munson's baby sister had its perks. You had a big brother that would go to war for you at the drop of a hat. You had a bond with someone, and could tell them anything without fear of being judged. You had a friend group of the most tight knit misfits you could have asked for. You had everything you needed.

"Hey, Y/N, Gareth needs some help with trig. Can you help him out?" Eddie asked as you settled down at the Hellfire table.

You looked up at the puffy haired boy and smiled. "Oh, I know he does." You chuckled, knowing because you shared the same second period math class as him. "Who do you think draws on me all day?" You added, pulling up your t shirt sleeve.

"I can't help you let me distract myself." Gareth countered, rolling his eyes jokingly at you.

"I can't help you don't know what the hypotenuse is." You countered, smirking at the boy.

"You're gonna teach him though. Hellfire room. After school. I'll be back at six to pick you up." Eddie said, tapping his fingers on the table.

"Three hours?" You raised your eyebrows at your brother and groaned.

"Yep. I wanna make sure you get a good first lesson." He smirked, going back to his food.

Eddie was well aware of the crush you had on his bandmate and good friend. He also didn't mind the idea of the two of you getting together. He knew Gareth was a good kid, and you were willing to bet Eddie couldn't give a shit less if he could calculate anything about triangles.

Gareth chuckled and reached for your left hand. "I wasn't finished." He grabbed his pen and resumed his work on the rose, adding vines and leaves to go up your arm as high as the short lunch period would allow.

You let him work while you ate, filling the air with random conversation until it was time to go.

The rest of the day went by easily and you met Gareth down at the Hellfire room to get to work.

"So I figured we could go back over the vocabulary for the first little bit. You need to know what the words mean before we start doing the actual math." You explained, hauling the textbook from your bag.

Gareth nodded, watching you closely. "You know, I could just copy your homework insead. That would boost my grade enough." He said, resting his chin in his hand.

You looked over at him and chuckled. "Yeah? What would we do with the rest of our two and a half hours?"

"I actually have this really cool idea for the sleeve." He said, motioning to your ink covered arm. "But you don't have to because you'd have to take your shirt off." He blushed bright and looked down.

"What did you have in mind?" You tapped the eraser of your pencil against the table.

"Just some more vines and roses up your arm and down your back, maybe a little on your chest." He answered, his bright red fading to a softer pink.

You nodded and smiled. You'd always enjoyed his hands on you, granted it was never to that extent but the idea excited you. "Yeah, sure. Copy." You handed him the sheet you'd finished in class and put the text book away.

Half an hour later you were laid across the table in only your jeans and bra as Gareth worked the pen across the upper part of your arm.

"Do you wanna be a tattoo artist?" You asked curiously as he hummed.

"Mhm. That's why I practice on you so much." He replied, dragging the pen up your shoulder until it hit your bra strap.

"You can move that." You said, looking up at him.

He hooked his finger around his and looked between it and your shoulder. "To where?"

You shrugged and grabbed it before sliding it down your arm and off of your body. "There."

He nodded and hummed happily as he continued working.

Another hour had passed and you were now laying face down on the table with Gareth working close to your bra. "Can I unhook this? I need to get all the way down your back." He sounded more confident than he had when asking you to take off your shirt.

You shrugged, nearly asleep from the relaxing movements of the pen. "Go ahead, Gare."

It wasn't until you felt his hand slide over your skin and his fingers dip under the lace to unhook the bra that your eyes widened. You couldn't stop the chills that raced over your skin as the tips of his fingers skipped across your skin.

"Chilly?" He asked casually tucking the fabric under your body to keep it out of the way.

"Something like that." You answered as he went back to work.

Neither of you realized the time had flown by. It was 5:45 and Gareth had just finished the elaborate drawing on your skin.

"Can you take some pictures of it so I can see?" You asked, fishing the polaroid from your bag.

He nodded, grabbing it. "How do you want to..." He wasn't sure what to ask.

"Take some up close. I want to be able to piece it together. Get a couple a little farther away too." You instructed, pushing your hair over your right shoulder. Your right hand covered your boobs, bra hanging at your elbow as he photographed you.

"You're beautiful." His voice was so low you almost didn't catch it, but you did.

"Thank you." You blushed wildly as you dressed yourself, facing away from him.

He spread the pictures out on the table to let them develop.

"Wow. I need you to actually tattoo this on me." You smiled, picking up one picture of yourself from the back, looking over your shoulder at him.

"That's my favorite." He commented, looking at it with you.

You offered it to him. "You can keep it. Don't let your girlfriend see." You teased, knowing he was just as single as you were.

He laughed a sarcastic 'Ha ha' and took the picture. "I'll keep it somewhere private." He replied, pulling out his wallet and sticking it in there.

"You gonna keep it there?" You asked, grabbing at the rest of the pictures to put away.

He shrugged and sat. "Thought about it. Does that make you uncomfortable?"

You shook your head and tucked the pictures into your bag. "No."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him, down into his lap. "Good."

You felt like you couldn't breathe. You rested your hand on his shoulder to balance yourself. "Are you going to kiss me or not?" You asked, squeezing his hand.

His free hand rested on the back of your neck, pulling you down.

"Stuck between 'What the fuck are you doing to my sister?' and 'It's about fucking time dude.'" Eddie's laugh broke the moment and you pulled away from Gareth.

You glared at your brother and flipped him off. "You couldn't have been just a little bit late?"

Cyberpunk 2077 New Year's Exchange - 2023 Round

Sign Up Form | Pinch Hitters Sign Up | AO3 Collection | 2022 & 2021 Works Masterlist

Schedule:

Sign-ups: October 14th - October 26th 9:00PM UTC

Assignments out by (latest): October 31st 9:00PM UTC

Check In: December 1st - 5th 9:00PM UTC

Gift Posting: December 30th - January 3rd 9:00PM UTC

Creation Requirements:

Fic: Minimum 1000 words of complete fic - no WIP. All fic must be new and original, and created specifically for your recipient’s request. The fic cannot be a sequel to another fic or part of a series or specific AU of yours that the recipient did not request.

Art: One drawing, digital or traditional. Art doesn't need to be fully colored or a fully rendered illustration, but should look finished - no WIPs or sketches! Both digital and traditional art is allowed. Art pieces must be new and original, and created specifically for your recipient’s request. In the case of traditional art, it can't be on lined paper and the quality of the digital picture must not be so bad as to not be recognizable (i.e. no blurry pictures).

What is this?

Simply, it’s an anonymous fandom gift exchange held during the last months of the year. Fanfic writers and fan artists sign up, giving their offers and requests, and are then given someone else’s request to create for. Who you’re creating for is kept secret until gifts are posted.

Who can participate?

Any fic writer or digital/traditional artist (of age 18 and up). You must simply be able to meet the minimum requirements, detailed above.

Full rules below the cut or here on gdocs.

Where is this happening?

Tumblr; optionally on discord, and on AO3 for fic (and art) posting. Important information will be posted to the event tumblr. You don’t have to join the discord server - I can send you your assignment over email, if you say you want that when signing up. If you do join, I will be using the discord @everyone function to remind people of upcoming deadlines and such. There will be an AO3 collection.

How does gifter/giftee matching happen?

On a basis of offers and requests.

At sign up, you will first provide a list of characters and relationships (be they platonic or romantic/sexual) you offer, as well as things you will absolutely not create for.

After that, you will detail your request, again giving characters and relationships, and what you do not want in your gift (DNWs).  You can also optionally, meaning your creator is not required to take these into account when making your gift, put in Likes (tropes, characterization, AUs, aspects of the relationships/characters you’d like a focus on, things you like in art, etc.) and Prompts (any specific story and art prompts you may have). There’s also a space to put any of your V details, if you have a custom one/s - visual references, background details that aren’t in the game, etc.; these are again optional for both you and your creator.

When signing up, you also have the ability to opt-in to receive and/or create for relationships and characters that you didn’t explicitly offer/request but also aren’t in your DNWs.

You can offer and request fic, art or both.

You are only expected to create one piece. You may offer to create fic, art, or both, but you’re only expected to do one.

Is NSFW/18+ content allowed?

Yes. The game itself is 18+ and contains sex scenes, and as stated above and in the rules, the exchange itself is 18+ participants only. When you sign up, you will be asked if you’re okay with having your gift contain sex/be of explicit sexual nature (full frontal nudity included for art) or not. NSFW content is opt-in. Additionally, if you say ‘yes’ it is not guaranteed you will for sure get NSFW fic/art. Note that this is not a smut exchange so you can’t request only NSFW fic/art.

Is this game-canon only or are things from Edgerunners or the tabletop allowed as well?

This is focused on the game, but Edgerunners and TTRPG are both allowed. Though make sure to respect it if your recipient says they don’t want anything outside of the game!

Rules

You must be aged 18 and up to participate in this exchange. This does not mean all works must be NSFW.

Maintain full anonymity! Do not talk anywhere about who you have as a recipient and do not post WIPs of your work either on social media or on discord. Don’t speculate about who your creator is either. After posting, you’re free to talk about it wherever you want. (If you’re a writer who uses a beta, you can tell them, but they are also expected to follow the ‘don’t talk about it’ rules.)

You must request and offer at least one character or relationship.

Requesting a character and requesting a relationship are two different things. Meaning: if you request a character, you will get matched with someone offering that character, NOT a relationship containing that character. The reverse also holds: requesting/offering a relationship will NOT get you matched with someone offering/requesting one of the characters in the relationship.

Please specify V’s gender when offering/requesting them. If you do not, I’ll assume you’re fine with any/all possibilities.

Ships between two Vs are only allowed if you have at least one other requested character/relationship as well. Same goes for OCs, in a ship or on their own. This is to ensure there’s someone who can actually make you a thing.

Respect your recipient’s Do Not Want’s (DNWs). Failure to do so will get your gift disqualified (and send your recipient for emergency pinch hitting) and if I find out you did it on purpose/maliciously, you will be banned from any future rounds of the exchange.

If you don’t put a character/relationship/trope/etc. in the DNW section in your sign up, I can’t do anything if you receive a gift containing that thing-you-don’t-like. Please take care and write out your DNWs; a long and exhaustive list of what you don’t want is perfectly fine, so don’t be shy. Short is fine as well. Just don’t leave it blank unless you’re really sure you’re fine with everything!

Optional details are optional! Meaning: even if something is in the Likes and Prompts boxes, the creator is not required to follow them. The only thing a creator MUST take into account when creating a gift is: DNWs, characters/relationships, yes or no to receiving NSFW.

You may change your sign-up details at any point before sign-ups close. Do so by messaging the official tumblr or via discord (#help-desk) (discord is likely to get you the fastest response). After sign-ups close, your details are final and cannot be changed.

Matching is based on ONE character OR relationship. Obviously I will try to match people with multiple offers to those who request multiple of the same characters and/or relationships, but it may end up not possible for some. Therefore, make sure all the characters and relationships you offer are ones you’re sure you can create for - each one may end up your only actual option.

Matching is final! Barring any errors I may make (accidentally giving you someone whose only request is a character you didn’t offer), no changes will be made.

During the check-in period you are required to affirm you’re still actively participating. This will happen the same way assignments are handed out, either over email or Discord DMs. You should strive to be at least halfway done by this point, but it’s not required and there’s no penalty to being behind or anything. People who don’t respond to the check-in will be assumed to have dropped out.

In case you cannot finish your gift, please say so as early as possible. I don’t need to know why, I just need to know quickly so I can find someone else to create a gift.

If you can finish your gift, but need an extension past the deadline, reach out to me via discord DMs or email.

In the event that you withdraw from the exchange and then your assigned creator does as well, you will not get sent to PHs and you will not receive a gift. Sorry!

As long as you submit a gift for your recipient, you are guaranteed a gift in return.

AI-generated writing or art is banned.

Approach all with good faith. Straightforward rule: don’t be a dick.

Remember to comment on your gift! I’m not going to hunt people down if they don’t comment on their gifts (I won’t be keeping track), but please do remember that it’s polite and feels good to have the work you put in acknowledged. If you don’t have anything to say, a simple thank you will suffice! And commenting late is better than never, so don’t feel bad if you forget/get distracted.

FAQ

What is ‘DNW’ exactly?

DNW stands for Do Not Want. That is, anything that you don’t want to appear in your gift and anything you will not create. This includes: any and all triggers, squicks, relationships/characters/tropes/interpretations/AUs/etc. that for whatever reason you don’t want to create or receive. An explanation for why you DNW something is not needed or expected. Respecting DNWs when creating gifts is mandatory.

What is a ‘pinch hit’/’pinch hitter’?

A pinch hit is a fanwork produced for a request that's in need of fulfillment either because there were no offers that could be matched to it or because the participant assigned the request withdrew from the exchange (or because, after posting, the work turned out to contain something that was DNW’d). A pinch hitter is the person who does the pinch hit - they may be regular participants of the exchange, or they may have signed up to be only pinch hitters. If one signs up to be only a pinch hitter, they will not receive a gift work.

My recipient has a mile long list of characters and relationships! Do I have to include ALL of them in my fic/art?

No. You only HAVE to make something for ONE of their requested characters or relationships.

I got a recipient who says they’re OK with NSFW art/fic, but I am not comfortable with creating NSFW art/fic, what do I do?

Create non-NSFW art/fic that matches their requested relationships and/or characters as usual. As stated above, NSFW content is opt-in and no one can request only that. Yes to receiving NSFW content is only relevant if you, the creator, are also willing to create such. Otherwise, feel free to ignore it.

I got matched with someone on one thing, but one of their other requests looks cool - is it okay to fulfill that request even though it’s not what we matched on originally/I didn’t opt-in to creating non-offered non-DNW ships or characters?

It is! Basically, I just need everyone to receive fic/art for ONE of their requests. If you get inspired by something even if that isn’t what you originally offered, go on ahead and create!

Will there be organized beta reading for writers?

No, sorry. There isn’t a requirement that all fic be beta-read. If you really feel like you need a beta for your writing and don’t already have one, I’d suggest asking someone you know isn’t participating to do it for you!

If you have any unanswered questions, send a message or an ask!

Artists In The Sun

Ship: Hannibal Lecter x John Citta

Word Count: 874

Summary: Hannibal discovers that John also enjoys drawing and employs a cheeky tactic to improve his skills. CWs for romantic patient/doctor relationship, non-sexual nudity, brief food mentions, suggestive ending if you squint.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

John and Hannibal had been living together for a few months, though they had been seeing each other for longer than that- two years at John’s last count. They had met when Hannibal had been recommended as a psychiatrist for John, despite Dr. Lecter being a forensics psychiatrist and not your day-to-day therapist or psychologist, which is likely what John truly needed… still, Hannibal agreed to see him. Agreed to listen to him. And despite both knowing better, they fell in love. Luckily for John, Hannibal was very good at keeping secrets. Hannibal kept his job, relationship, and patient, all in one carefully planned swoop, while John worked at a record shop, content to turn a blind eye.

John was setting the dining table when Hannibal returned home from work, wasting no time in coming to his side and taking him in his arms, a soft and warm kiss passed between the two men.

“How was work?” John asked as Hannibal stroked the back of his hair, his maroon eyes full of adoration. He clucked his tongue.

“You know that’s nothing to discuss before dinner. But if you must know, no mishaps.”

John smiled. “That’s good.”

“How was your day?” Hannibal turned slightly and found his gaze captured by a set of papers on the tablecloth.

“I’d say the same as you. The usual.”

Hannibal picked up the papers, observing the graphite sketches tentatively. “Did you draw these, paukščiukas?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah,” John nodded, “when I had some downtime at work.”

A smile teased Hannibal’s features. “They’re me, I presume.”

John blushed and nodded again. Hannibal squeezed him and kissed his temple. “I’ve never seen any of your drawings. You’re very good.”

John waved his hand dismissively. “They’re just sketches… I’m more comfortable with digital art.” He wrinkled his nose as he looked at the drawings once more. “I hardly did you justice.”

“You’re too hard on yourself,” Hannibal touched his chin gently. “But if you insist on being humble, perhaps you would appreciate some pointers?”

John’s blush deepened. “Oh, Hanni, you already do so much for me. Don’t add arts tutoring to the list!”

Hannibal bent and kissed his hand gracefully. “It would be my highest pleasure, my darling. We’ll do a still life in the sunroom this weekend, if you would attend.”

“How could I refuse?” His stomach then growled and he covered his mouth behind his fingers, giggling in slight embarrassment.

“Ah, but first we must attend to our empty tenders.”

On Sunday, Hannibal arranged a canvas and easel in his sunroom, as well as the scene he wanted John to study. What he hadn’t told his boyfriend was that he planned for them to draw him, nude. It was both cheeky and well-meaning of him, to say the least.

“Come in, mein Schatz.”

John entered, wearing a loose-fitting, short-sleeved buttondown and houndstooth-patterned trousers. He approached the easel and gave Hannibal’s appearance an inquiring eyebrow raise. It wasn’t often that the doctor wore only his silken robe around the house. “Taking a casual day, Hanni?”

He smirked knowingly and began to loosen the robe’s simple belt. “I’ve deduced that the best first lesson I could give you was…” He elegantly removed the robe, revealing his soft but muscular body and a smattering of dark brunette body hair, streaked with somewhat premature grey. “Figure drawing.”

John briefly gasped, flushing instantly despite his intimate familiarity with Hannibal’s body. He could not draw his grey eyes away as Hannibal went to poise himself on the loveseat, picking up a book from the coffee table to quietly peruse as John worked. When no pencil was placed against the canvas, Hannibal gently cleared his throat. “Is there something wrong, John?”

John shook his head furiously, his blush creeping into his ears and neck. “Oh! Uhm, no, no, I was just a bit surprised, is all. Yes. Figure drawing. I could use a brush up on my anatomy.” He swallowed and returned his attention to the canvas. Amusement sparkled in Hannibal’s eyes. As he got over the initial shock, John’s lines began to flow smoothly. Hannibal had even lent him his good charcoal pencils. The minutes ticked by. At the hour mark, John excused himself and returned with glasses of water and a tin of cookies for them both. Another hour passed before John let his partner see the product, a shaded, loving depiction of such a dangerous man.

“I already see improvement from those initial sketches. Well done, darling.”

“You think so?” John’s eyes glittered expectantly. Hannibal chuckled, kissing his cheek.

“You are such a precious thing, John. Let’s put it in my office.” Hannibal put on his robe and the two of them moved the canvas to his home office. John spied his initial sketches on Hannibal’s desk.

“You’re keeping them?”

“Of course I am. Everything your hand touches is holy to me.”

John could have swooned. He held Hannibal’s face in his hands. “You are too much.”

“But its what you deserve. Would you like to see my recent drawings?”

“Of course.”

Hannibal led him to the desk, opening a top drawer. John had scarcely to look at them before passionately entwining with his lover. He already knew what was there on the pages.

Kinktober, Day 14

Day 14: Orgasm denial

Pairing: Phantom x Rain

Word count: 970

Rating: explicit

Tags: nudity (artistic), masturbation, orgasm denial, a bit of voyeurism and hand kink if you squint.

A/N: I absolutely didn't project my own artist desires in this ficlet, no no.

<<You know, Bug, you have such a pretty face>>

Phantom smiled at that sudden compliment.

The common room was silent, there were only him and Rain, reading sitting at the table, and Swiss, laying on the couch playing with his phone.

<<Oh, thank you>>

<<I'm serious, your face is so damn pretty>>

Rain got up to get closer to him, he cupped his face between his hands. He stared at him for a few seconds, admiring his face like he was an artwork.

<<The features of your face… they're so nice…>> he whispered, gently rubbing his cheeks with his thumbs.

<<I…>> the quint ghoul tried to say something, but all he could do was blushing.

<<Your eyes… and your nose… your lips…>> Rain kept praising him as he caressed every part of his face with his fingertips <<so… beautiful…>>

From the couch, Swiss laughed.

<<Looks like you found a muse, my beloved artist>>

<<Artist…?>> Phantom asked tilting his head.

<<Oh, artist is a big word, I just… like drawing…>> the water ghoul lowered his gaze, slightly embarrassed.

<<You should draw him if you like his face that much>> Swiss interrupted them.

Rain looked at the multi ghoul with a huge smile.

<<Yes! Yes I should draw you!>> he said looking at Phantom.

The quint ghoul was a bit incredulous.

<<M-Me…? You wanna draw me…?>>

<<Yes yes yes I wanna draw you!>> he was extremely enthusiastic about it, Phantom's heart warmed to see him so happy.

He grabbed his hand and dragged him to his room, the multi ghoul laughed again on the couch.

<<You can sit here>> Rain told him with the sweetest voice, as he pointed at an armchair.

The water ghoul sat on a chair, watching the quint ghoul getting comfortable; he opened his sketchbook.

With a black pen he started tracing the lines of Phantom’s face, he looked very happy.

The quint ghoul kept staring at him in admiration, the moves of his hand on the paper were absolutely hypnotizing him, he only had one little doubt.

<<You… you're not drawing with a pencil…?>>

<<Yeah, it's a bit weird, isn't it? I like drawing with pens. I think that's because I know that I can't make mistakes, so I draw better…>> he answered without looking away from the paper.

He kept sketching for a while, then he lifted his head to look at him.

<<Did you know that you have such a nice body, Ant?>>

The quint ghoul blushed.

<<No, I… wait, what do you…?>>

<<I wanna draw the rest of you too>> he whispered <<but only if you want to>>

Phantom felt physically incapable of telling him no. He really was enjoying that situation, and it was also incredibly boosting his self confidence.

<<Yeah, why not, I mean… if you want to…>>

<<Amazing!>> the water ghoul's face brightened <<Come on, Bug, get undressed>>

The little ghoul took off his shirt, then his jeans, then he kicked off his shoes. Rain stared at him like he was the most beautiful statue in the world.

<<Take those off too…>> he told him, pointing at his boxers with his ballpoint pen <<…if you don't mind to>>

Phantom shyly obeyed, in his life he could have never imagined that he would pose naked for an artist.

He kept watching Rain working, the way his hand moved was incredibly attractive, being naked in front of him was creating an intimacy that was definitely doing something to him. He felt so pretty, loved, so vulnerable exposed, but mostly, he felt so connected with the water ghoul.

And before he could realize it, he got hard.

The water ghoul immediately noticed, Phantom's cheeks flushed red, he got even more embarrassed (and more hard) at the thought that he couldn't hide.

<<Go ahead Bug, touch yourself>> he told him with a smirk as he turned a page.

The quint ghoul reached for his length with a shaky hand.

<<Slowly>> he ordered him with a firm voice.

And Phantom slowly started stroking himself, Rain kept scratching the paper with the pen.

<<Good boy>> he praised him <<keep playing with yourself for me, I wanna draw that pretty pleased face of yours>>

His hand kept moving up and down with a slow rhythm, soft moans occasionally slipped out from his lips, his breathing got heavier and heavier.

After barely ten minutes he was already close.

<<Rain… ooh Rain please…>>

<<What's wrong, Bug?>>

Phantom's thighs were shaking, he couldn't wait anymore.

<<I'm so close, can I- aah- can I…>>

<<Not yet>> he answered sweetly.

<<Please Rainy I need…>>

Rain looked at him with a tender smile.

<<Be patient Bug, I'm not done yet>>

<<Rainy…>>

<<Come on baby, be a good boy and you'll get a reward>>

A tear rolled down Phantom's face, he just wanted to let it go, it was starting to hurt, but he kept slowly stroking himself, his hand now completely coated with his own pre.

But he desperately wanted to be a good muse for his artist, it was all he could think about.

After a few minutes Rain put the cap back on the pen, then stared at the pages with a satisfied look and closed the sketchbook.

Even if he was edging himself in tears, Phantom thought that he couldn't wait to see the results.

The water ghoul stood up and got on his knees in front of him, he spread his thighs open and gently massaged them with his hands.

Phantom's whimpers gor more desperate than ever.

<<You've been such a good muse, Bug, you really inspired me>> he spoke with a warm, teasing voice <<now go ahead, paint my face like I'm your own artwork.>>

I don't know if it's an artist thing to not be bothered by nudity. It's not only the live models that come posing for hours on art school naked, it's also the THOUSANDS of statues and classical art that literally shows nudity everywhere and portrayed as a normal every day thing.

When i tell them we have naked models to pose on art school they act so surprised like aren't you gonna be embarrassed? No ma'am i have to finish 100 poses the model makes every 10 minutes for hours sitting and then having to perfect anatomy stop making everything weird.😂

I didn't even think about the statues and paintings asdfg I don't even register those as naked ._.

yeah I think you're right, from the get-go with live models your brain in in work mode so it literally doesn't mean anything that they're nude. The only thing I feel is stressed if the drawing isn't turning out right :''''''''')

everest, he/it + masc terms - @mnt-eevee

while i may post some suggestive stuff, pls keep in mind im only 17 ^__^

my art is under #mnt arts

art boundaries & dni !! REPOST NOT OKAY. CONTACT ME ASAP IF YOU FIND ONE (this is long sorry, i’m bad at being concise T~T)

pfp & banners are okay with clear credit given (full user name, preferably tagged if i’m on that site & easy to find while glancing at account)

taking inspo from/using my art as a ref is okay!! i do not mind if you trace it to practice, but please dont post it outside of friend group spaces. (if ppl will see it & not know it’s traced from me, do not put it there)

drawing my ocs or fandom designs is ALWAYS OKAY !!!! including my sonas/self inserts, i love when they’re treated as characters. all i ask is you please tag me in it both for credit reasons & so i can see your wonderful work!!

and as a final thing, don’t be weird or lame abt my art!!! this includes

- no ship or fandom drama/judging. if you find a genuine problem w/ something i post about, feel free to ask abt it, but anything like “ew weird” will just get deleted & blocked

- don’t assume something is sexual!! just bc they’re wearing revealing clothes or it includes tentacles or hickies/bite marks does not mean it is sexual art. these things exist outside of sex, i enjoy drawing them outside of sex. unless it is originally tagged with suggestive or nsft, don’t treat it as such !!! (if for personal organization you want to tag revealing things/artistic nudity as nsft, that is okay, just don’t like. call it sexual yk?)

finding my non-sexual art attractive is always okay & im fine with you mentioning it as a compliment. just basically don’t reblog my sfw tentacle art & say “omg tentacle porn” lol

- art may disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed

About Commissions

INFO & TERMS of SERVICE

🐸 How do we proceed ?

1. Send me a DM about your idea. (Perhaps, at some point I’ll build a form to make it easy and clear, we’ll see). 

You can mention references if you want - It can be for an OC and you have pictures of their design, or there’s a style or posing that inspired you, either in my work or in a Renaissance painting or a movie or idk. If there’s a specific format you’d prefer you can also specify. :)

2. If I take the commission, I may ask for details. Depending on complexity I can send you a rough sketch to approve the intention.

It may happen that I can’t accept a commission. Whatever the reason, don’t feel offended it’s all ok ! You can probably find another artist that will be inspired by your concept :) I’m not here to judge your ideas, we’ll all benefit interacting with content that we feel comfortable around.

3. Payment is sent by Paypal. The pricing is determined according to elements (sketch, color, amount of characters, background, etc), although it can increase depending on the complexity. 

Payment in EUR is preferable for me. If needed, USD is also ok 👍 (I will convert currency to price fairly)

4. Now I get to do the commission ! It may take time considering I’m mostly drawing on my free time ; sometimes for health reasons I can’t draw as much, and other times I can achieve a lot. Thank you for your trust and patience ! 🙏☺️

🦩 Heads up 

I reserve the right to refuse any inquiry for any reason.

Commissions are for personal use. (If you’re unsure you can ask. :) 

Commissioners may not claim the artwork as their own.

If I am unable to complete the work, I’ll refund payment.

Commissioners may not ask for a refund once the commission is complete.

I will take only a couple commissions at a time.

I may use the commission as example in this kind of post. However if you’d like to keep it private, you can mention it in your request.

And if you’re okay with me sharing the artwork publicly on my socials, with or without a specified credit to you, please let me know ! :)

PRICING

Just a note about the meaning of pricing (bc it can be confusing !)

in France, as of January 1st 2023, gross minimum wage is €11,27/h. Besides, it took me all my life of drawing almost everyday and 4 years of art studies to get where I am now in my artistic progression and knowledge. I have also spent quite a bit for my equipment. So Ideally I’d manage to charge at least minimum wage for the time spent commissioning.

⚡️Sketch 

Headshot/Bust : 

1 character €7

extra character €5

Fullbody :

1 character €12

extra character €9

Background & Props : €6-12 depending on complexity

⚡️Colored Sketch 

Headshot/Bust : 

1 character €15

extra character €10

Fullbody : 

1 character €20

extra character €15

Background & Props : €8-16 depending on complexity

(Like said before, prices may vary a bit based on amount of details and refinement etc)

CONTENT

👍 I’m ok with :

OCs

Fanart

Most ships 

Sensuality and artistic nudity

NSFW

Simple backgrounds

🕸 Nope :

Real Persons ships

Extreme gore

Lolicon/Shotacon

Super complex backgrounds or props

>> More notes << 

Be polite please :)

If you’re asking for NSFW or other kind of explicit art : make sure it’s clear somewhere in your bio or your request you’re 18+.

If you want to share reference, for security reasons I won’t click unknown links. Either give the source’s name, @ # or pictures. Thank you !

As for more details about the complex elements : if your idea includes a challenging bit (architecture, weapon, vehicules, …) I can try to do it but yeah.. might not be my most trained area.

My artsyle is usually sketchy, so make sure you’re ok with what I do. Sometimes I experiment and try to get creative, if you see something you like in my artworks, you can ask to have a similar render. I want you to be happy with the result ! 🌻 

> This post may be edited in the future ; categorization, prices, options etc may evolve as I learn from this :) Thank you for reading ! If you have questions please ask 🙌 We can figure this out together <

UPDATED COMMISSIONS!!! I accept payment via Paypal and Venmo. DM me if you’re interested or have any questions! Additional rules below.

1. Do’s and Don’ts

I CAN AND WILL DRAW: - ornate clothing and detailed character designs - anthro characters/furries - simple machinery/robots - simple gore - reference sheets for OCs

I CANNOT/WILL NOT DRAW: - realism or traditional art (commissions are digital only) - political art - hate art - fetish art

2. When Are Commissions Open?

Whenever this post is pinned on my blog, commissions are open! I do not have commission slots, so if you see that this post is pinned, ask away! If it’s unpinned, that either means I’m taking a break or revising the sheet.

3. The Commission Process

I like to post my commission progress in steps, and ask for feedback on my work. I start with a thumbnail, then a sketch, then lineart, then coloring, and finally (if desired), shading. If you want something in the drawing changed, it usually doesn’t cost extra UNLESS it's:

- a change to the sketch or lineart during the coloring phase or shading phase - a change to the lighting or colors at the end of the shading phase - a major change to the drawing’s background

 Late changes vary in price and can be negotiated. 

If you want your drawing to have a variant, where I make multiple versions of the same drawing, that is also usually free unless it’s a major change (EX: my Mirror Kirby illustration), in which case, its price can also be negotiated.

4. NSFW Policy

I will NOT draw anything pornographic, but I CAN draw suggestive artwork or artistic nudity, for a greater price (adds +50% base price). This option is obviously for adults only, if I don’t know your age I will NOT draw this for you. I can reject your offer if it’s uncomfortable for me to draw.

Nocty, thank you so much for offering to pass a message along! I’ve not asked anything of the Wishmonger before, but I’m happy to have the chance now…

Would the brothers perhaps be interested in alternative means of pleasure for their little afab partner? If she has access to- oh what’s an example?- tentacles, would they by any means watch or participate?

Once upon a time not so long ago I requested a particular scene involving the Opress Brothers from a beloved artist who I commission often: it was a project in two parts — the first request attributed to the group of the artist's Patreon supporters who voted for a skinny dipping scene beneath the moons of Dathomir, cocks flailing as they leapt over a calm lake while they frolicked — and the second (which was a personal request) to add a creature that ruined the festivities.

What you'll find here is inspired by the same starstuff, no doubt.

Humbly, I give you the tentacle monster of the Blue Coral cenote and some terato fuckery because I'm giving up the last of my fandom purity slowly but surely for this blog, so why not.

Pairing: Opress Brothers x Reader, Tentacle Monster x Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,243 Warnings: Terato/exo/monsterfucking, tentacles inserted into multiple orifices in tandem, tentacle bondage, voyeurism, masturbation, polyship, nudity, mildly dubious consent Notes: Reader is AFAB Cis, no y/n

Feral, Savage, and Maul:

You asked for an adventure, as if sleeping with three brothers at once wasn't enough: you insisted on tourism, a little flirty escape into their world's hidden places to take some time off; to enjoy each other's company on the world where two of three boys grew up.

"Show me Dathomir's secrets," you told them, and that's why they brought you to the cenote. Maul was reluctant, but their hushed conference convinced him:

Skinny dipping. A little exhibitionism. Just them and their favourite pet. You barely heard the rest of it; you were too excited at the prospect of lovemaking in a new place, untouched by civilization.

A real cenote. The Blue Coral Cove.

It was as beautiful as you imagined, and you were eager to try the cool water: so refreshing from the muggy heat and malevolent glare of Dathomir's sun. The hollow was misty, and cool, and dripping in the quiet — a true secret escape meant for lovers in need of something different.

You thought to lure Maul in, being seductive about how you disrobed, showing off everything and splashing about, not thinking for one second how none of them followed you into the shallows.

They left you alone for three minutes only, in exactly the right amount of water to come up to the knee. Safe enough, everyone thought. But while they turned away to relax and indulge a few moments, you were distracted by the bugs:

A collection of phosphorescent glow worms clung to the ceiling of the overhanging cave, lending eerie light to the darkened cavern where the body of water with no bottom sat.

Perhaps you waded too deep admiring the colours, your stirrings in the shallows motion enough to upset a fragile balance in a secret Dathomiri cove otherwise undisturbed, or perhaps the brothers knew exactly what they were doing sending you out deeper, unsuspecting while they lounged on the shore in various states of undress.

Was it your imagination, or did Feral nudge Savage just then with his elbow?

Have they seen something you did not?

Only the fireglow of their eyes in the dim and hungry expressions preceded what was about to happen.

It began gently -- a slippery touch around your ankle that had you convinced Savage had slipped from the shore, submerging quietly to join you. That slick glide curling like fingers around your ankle and gliding higher up the inside of your leg to your thigh where you were sensitive.

You giggled, your legs parting involuntarily, as another hand wrapped you at the waist to draw you deeper.

But then — the arm that snaked around you lengthened, pulsing, growing longer than any Zabrak arm. It tightened.

"Don't fight it," Feral said, his voice echoing. "It feeds on pleasure."

But why was Savage still sitting next to him?

You glanced up at that, and not downward into the murky depths like you should have. Tentative fingers touched to the apex of your thighs, and glided, rubbing against you with a strength and fluidity that lifted you higher, your legs falling apart around that touch.

Cold. Slick. Smooth. Strong.

You gasped, one word in your surprise and panic, "Maul!"

"I knew we should have told her," Savage said from the shore.

Frantic as you realized what it was, another thick tendril lifted up: shimmery and phosphor-touched in the gloom -- blue and green and glowing too.

The tip of another touched to your stomach, and shrinking back from it, you shuddered as it slithered up to flick at your breast; another gliding upward, cradling you in the unyielding embrace of a creature that lifted you bodily from the water.

"You wanted an adventure," Maul chastised, eyes glittering. "We hope this suffices."

"It won't hurt you, but it won't let you go until you finish either," Savage offered. "You'll need to come for the creature to be sated."

Your lips parted, ready to protest — the ripple of little suction cups popping off your ribs; your breasts. Too much. Too strong. And another teased your clit, seeking the warmth of your body where your sensitive parts flickered with heat from the friction.

"I wouldn't say anything unless you want your throat stuffed," Feral warned. "It will find every opening in a moment."

Your body pulsed around it, plush and small as each tentacle slipped across the pucker of your ass, resistance absent in the place of self-lubrication. You shuddered. The sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant.

"But it feels good," you moan; a deliberate goading for another tentacle to wrap your throat.

So good that your cunt gives a little pulse of tension in response as something teases your slit, sliding wetly through your pussy lips without any preamble. Rubbing it. Pulsing against the press of you trying to clench on it. You gasp, and it fits right in, stretching you around the heaviest, most muscly part of that appendage.

"Just take it, love," Feral suggests.

"It tingles," you groan.

"That'd be the aphrodisiac. It's slathering you with pheromones to make you more pliant."

You throb to life on it as it glides out, and another joins the first, teasing your asshole as a tip nudges against you. Everything loosens, and you go limp from the swell of feeling as you're filled, slicked with its lubrication as each tendril moves of its own volition, fucking you in tendem.

At first, there's no rhythm, only the swell and pulse of shifting tentacles gliding over and into your flesh; touches that find your sensitive places, licking across them like clumsy tongues, intent on tasting every part of your body.

It's too much.

It's everything.

Your body pulses. Your vision darkens. All you see for a moment is the starry canopy of glow worms. All you know is decadent, dirty, pleasure.

"How does that feel, darling?" Maul asks, and you can see he's entered the water as the being that holds you begins moving in earnest, a flitter of a suction against your clit bowing your spine, leaving you arching, trying to capture more of the sensation.

"I think it likes her," Savage says.

You shudder, and when another tentacle pushes past your lips, you swallow as you moan around it. It fills you — not so different from being taken by Savage and Feral and Maul all at once: a hole for each brother to indulge in; to love; to fuck.

The thought pushes you over: Everything explodes as your orgasm crashes over you and the creature shudders, the water churning as you come with it inside you, and again as it thrashes, the sensation shared by person and being redoubled as your ecstasy crests.

You don't even feel the cool water as the creature set you to floating. Strong arms catch you, buoying you into Maul's warm embrace before the pleasure fully ebbs away.

The creature's tendrils slip away, sated, leaving you dewy with perspiration and slicked with its lubrication, but sated.

Feral peeks over Maul's shoulder, his hand on your knee giving you a reassuring squeeze.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asks.

You murmur some sort of agreement. You know they did:

All three are rock hard and beaming. The closer they crowd around you to ensure your wellbeing, the more certain you are as you reach for each of them to smear a little of the tentacle creature's aphrodisiac goo on all of them in turn: everyone should share in the enjoyment.

You grin turns mischievous. "Oh, yes. I did."

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Introduction post ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Welcome random users to my blog! You can call me ⊹₊ ⋆ Marshall ⊹₊ ⋆ I am an artist and an adopter, I draw my own things, characters and make a closed species (or private, as it turns out, it is in the process) I am an autistic person, so please do not use slang or ambiguous sentences, English is not my native language, so I most likely will not understand anything from what you write to me. My native language is Russian.

I am an adult, and there may be unpleasant content for minors here, but I am not sure that I will post it completely here, since I do not understand how censorship works here, but you may know that I draw nudity without subtext, just in case. I have an open ASK, including anonymous ones! I would be pleased if you asked me something there -⟡ I only draw oc, but maybe someday I will draw fanart, but this will be an exception, so do not subscribe for the sake of fanart, I am an oc artist I love purple and bats. As well as monsters/aliens/xenos/mlp ponies/ closed and open species/ anthro/ and try something new I cannot accept commissions for money, as there is no money transfer available in my country (I mean paypal and patreon for example). That's why I take trades and draw for characters or some other things!

My TH: https://toyhou.se/MarshallEvil other sites are blocked in my country or there are none at all lol

I don't really understand how everything works here

Let's get to know each other

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