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captain-mj · 11 months

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Outlander Part 3

Part 2 Part 1

Sorry for how late this is!!

Soap led him outside excitedly, holding his hand. He kept smiling at him and continuing to tug him along. Ghost did not understand him at all. Luckily, Soap did have a blanket to wrap around them because it was freezing.

For a moment, Ghost tried to figure out what he was supposed to be looking at before Soap gently touched his chin and led him to tilt his head up.

The stars. The sky was so clear but the stars.

Ghost grabbed Soap hard, trying to make sense of it. He was not an astrologist. He did not follow the stars. He did occasionally use the North Star for navigation though.

And those weren't his stars. There were too many. This was the first time he had been outside since he got here and Ghost was afraid to look at the land. What color would it be? What horrible things would he see?

Soap gently pulled Ghost's face towards him instead. His lips were pursed. "Ye okay?"

"The stars."

"Beautiful tonight, right?" Soap smiled at him, stroking his jaw.

Ghost swallowed, glad he had the mask on. "They look... nice. Do they always look like this?"

"They change a little but they're pretty much the same each year." Soap's smile started to fall. "Are you okay? I thought you'd like seeing the stars."

Ghost nodded. "Yeah... I do..." He glanced up at them again, really taking them in. They were gorgeous. That couldn't be denied. But there were more. A blanket of them.

It took him a while to put it together. Hours laying in Soap's bed, ignoring that he was laying next to him.

Light pollution. He had heard once that before there were lights, the stars were brighter. In all his time there, he hadn't seen any technology. Nothing more recent than a blade.

The whole larp thing was real. He was in the past. An unknown time away from where he should be. It rattled him.

Another day. Another set of hours not moving. Trying to come to terms with it.

"What year is it?"

Soap tilted his head and shrug. "Who keeps track of those?"

"What's the date?"

"Pretty sure the solstice hasn't passed yet." Soap said cheerfully.

Ghost knew they were well in to Fall which meant he was probably referring to the Winter one. He sighed and tried to think of anything he knew about Scottish history. Anything.

"You mentioned you're fighting the Brits right now right?"

"Anglos. I don't know what a Brit is." Soap frowned. "Your accent sounds a bit like them. Are you not an Anglo?"

Ghost shook his head. "From further... South than them."

Soap shook his head. "I guess... I will have to let you travel elsewhere. Once you're healed!"

Ghost frowned and tried a different approach. "I think I'm as healed as I'm going to get. Just waiting for it to scar over now."

Soap clenched his fists and smiled. "Just a little longer please?"

Ghost shook his head but didn't fight him. He didn't really know where he was going to go anyway. There was no getting back to his home.

And... well... besides his host's tendency to keep him in sight, this wasn't the worst place. He still wanted to go home and get away from all of this, but there were worse things.

That night, after bathing in a nearby river, he laid in bed, a little cold but glad to feel clean. He noticed Soap sketching again. He wondered what he was drawing all the time. Soap was clearly very focused and Ghost could see the tip of his tongue between his lips.

Ghost moved silently until he was standing behind Soap, surprised to see it was himself on those pages. His body and mask spread over Soap’s bed. Next to it was a sketch of his eyes and it was surrounded by little hearts and stars.

Oh.

Ghost must’ve inhaled too hard because Soap was up and turned around. His normal stoic face was suddenly flustered as he muttered what sounded like apologies in Gaelic.

“That’s why you want me to stay.”

Soap blushes. “I would not be so selfish.” He looked away though, not willing to meet his eye. It was the first lie he had told. Besides "you'll get to leave soon".

Ghost stared. “MacTavish…”

“Simon.” Soap used that name like a weapon. “I am not deceiving you. I do want you to be healed.”

Ghost stared at him and Soap leaned forward, chest to chest.

“Simon…”

Ghost closed his eyes until he felt the gentle press of lips against the fabric. His heart sped up but he very quietly responded back. "Johnny..."

“Simon…”

Soap unmasked him and Ghost didn’t make a move to stop him. The kiss felt a lot better against his actual skin. "I want you to stay. Wanted you to stay. Please stay." He panted against Ghost's mouth before closing the gap to kiss him again.

Ghost slowly melted into him. Soap put some distance between them and looked at him.

"Bòidheach. (Beautiful)" Soap whispered reverently and he picked up Ghost's hand. He took the gloves off and kissed his hands. "làmhan fuar... (cold hands)" That was a little less reverent. It sounded worried.

Soap kept his eyes on Ghost's face as he kept kissing his hands. He compared them. Both of them had longer fingers with Ghost's only a little longer. Soap's were thicker though, his hands easily able to hold Ghost's. It was a funny feeling. He didn't quite feel small.

Soap kissed him again, breaking his train of thought. He whispered more things in Gaelic that Ghost hadn't heard before, just as he was sliding his hands down Ghost's body.

Ghost tried to build up his walls. Tell him no and point out that he didn't like being touched, but he found himself both unable and unwilling to. Soap felt good.

In a move that would've impressed any of Ghost's captains, Soap switched them and had him bent over the desk. His hands moved up and down his body, sliding under his clothes. He didn't seem to have what he wanted to say in English so he told him in Gaelic. Ghost didn't need to understand it to get the gist.

Soap covered Ghost's body with his own. "Let me make love to you, Simon."

Ghost blushed and tried to hide his face again. Soap was having none of it, pulling his hands behind his back. His other hand swatted at his hip, making Ghost jump. He panted and squeezed his eyes shut as Soap pulled down his pants.

Soap's hands were on his thighs, clearly admiring him. He kissed Ghost's back. "Pretty."

Ghost grabbed the desk hard. "Johnny."

"Gonna take care of you." Soap sighed softly as he kissed more of Ghost's spine. He reached around and yanked him up against his chest. His hand reached around and started to stroke him quickly. Soap was focused on making him cum as quick as possible and it was obvious. "Gorgeous. Pretty boy."

Simon panted softly and nodded immediately. His dark hair fell in his eyes and Soap gripped him so easily. Held him nice and tight against his chest while his hand worked him over. He turned his head and kissed him softly, pulling him closer somehow.

"Johnny. Johnny. Johnny..." Ghost whimpered as he came, pressing his cheek against Soap's as he relaxed. Soap bent him back over his desk and used his spend to coat his fingers, gently pushing one of them into his body. He groaned at the stretch and tried to relax but Soap was insistent. Going deeper and deeper as he tried to open him enough to take him.

Ghost felt more kisses and a few nips being placed against his back.

"Simon. You'll never be able to take me if you don't relax a little."

Ghost panted softly and tried his best, feeling embarrassed and all pent up. Soap pushed another finger into him and he gasped and tilted his head back. He felt Soap bury his hand in his hair and then tug it hard, dragging another moan out of him. Soap's fingers curled and he whimpered, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling.

Pleasure sparked up his spine as Soap pressed mercilessly into one spot. Ghost whined and his back arched.

Soap used more of his cum as lube before gently pushing into him, making Ghost scramble to find a hold again. It was a tight fit but it felt good. Really good. He slowly let his head hit the desk as he felt Soap grind into him.

"So good for me."

"Yes sir..." Ghost let it slip and felt Soap thrust into him at the words. He felt Soap pick him up pretty easily and twirl him around to fall into bed with him. "Feels so good."

Soap kissed him hard and fucked him harder, digging his hands into him. "You're mine. All mine." He held him close and rutted into him, making Ghost see stars. It felt so good.

His legs wrapped around Soap's waist and held on to his shoulders.

Soap pushed Ghost's head back and kissed his throat. "Don't leave. Stay here."

"I'll stay." Ghost moaned as he thrust in hard, feeling his legs start to shake. "I'll stay. I'll stay. I'll stay." He felt Soap pick up the pace, wrapping his strong arms around Ghost. The world melted down to the feeling of being filled and smothered.

Ghost lost track of the time, only paying attention to Soap and Soap only. His lips on Ghost's. His hands on Ghost's hips. The pleasure coursing up his spine.

Ghost felt Soap throb inside him and locked his legs around him so he couldn't pull out. Soap tried for just a moment before burying himself back in his body and coming hard, biting into his shoulder. Ghost moaned softly as he felt it. Soap kissed him softly and kept rocking into him, stroking him in time to try to get him to come too.

"My Ghostie."

Ghost flushed and shuddered as he came on his own chest. "My Johnny."

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shirecorn · 1 year

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I'm not even gonna lie dude, I checked out your ko-fi commission prices and was preparing a whole ass hype up rant about how your art is amazing and your time has value, but I'm so glad to see your regular commissions are priced higher! Bc holy shit! Those ko-fi prices are low as hell! I'm honestly still considering because $3??? For a sketch from a formally trained, highly skilled, very popular artist??? I apologize if I sound patronizing, but like....get that bag!!! Charge more, you deserve it!!!

Side note, if you dont have ko-fi I can do those same commissions + prices via payopal or venimo

Ko-fi commissions take advantage of my current obsessions

Private Commissions are for normal

$3 is very low, yes! But the difference is going up to a street musician and saying "can you play something upbeat?" and giving loose change. You don't get to choose anything bro. Nothing but the absolute basics.

I choose the proportions, I choose the expression. I choose the markings, species quirks, mutations, pose, personality, etc etc.

The pony commissions will be closed once I stop obsessing over ponies. But right now my guitar is out, my microphone is up, and my hat is on the ground accepting loose change. I'm happy to be here.

If you have a vision of what pony you want, and you want it to be a specific shade, with a specific texture of hair, and you want to approve my sketch before I clean it up, and you want to make changes to the color before I finish it, that's a real commission. That's picking my entire setlist and telling me what to wear while doing it, what time I have to do it, and various other details.

It's the difference between a guitarist on the sidewalk and booking one for your wedding. Hope this helps!

The $3 allows you NO customization, its still very low, but I chose it so that a teenager could afford it without hurting their budget, because even $10 can be scary when you have no/low income, but the price of a coffee is something that is easy to drop when out with friends, so it's easier for someone to support their favorite artist in a tiny way and get a party favor for it.

also keep in mind I am incredibly fast. This takes me 10 minutes. So that's still about $18 an hour which is more than my job pays me

Also all commissions have a tip option so if you want you can pay me more

#ask

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eijirousbestie · 1 year

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I’m not sure if my request have been sent to you or not but here we ge. Bakugou drawing with reader this time just quite and pace a day later he would notice reader putting his drawing in a nice and viable place in her wall like she is proud of him , im craving for some fluff🥹

Yes I got your last request too!! I try to crank these new stories out at least twice a month cuz of daily life but I got around to it today🫵🏽 I’ll combine ur last request with this one since it’s kinda the same premise. As always thank y’all for reading and I hope you enjoy! If y’all have any special requests PLS SHARE THEM WITH ME!! I’d love to write them<33

“Stick to art.”

painting together

peaceful silence

Bakugou is actually good at painting

may or may not have based the painting off of one I actually made…

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“For the love of god will you stop hogging all the white paint?”

“Quit whinin’ will ya? I’ll hand it back just give me a sec here.” You in fact did not get the paint back in a few seconds. With the way he’s got it in a death grip you’re not entirely sure it’ll survive the trip back to you.

“Katsuki, your knuckles are literally turning white from how hard you’re squeezing the tube. You don’t even need that much.”

“You know the more you talk the less “enjoyable” this bright idea of yours is.” He places the tube of paint down on the ground next to your knee.

You both are in your dorm room, your usual tarp covering the flooring under you from any stray paint splatters. It was your grand idea to have the both of you paint together. Actually, it was to prove to Bakugou that painting wasn’t as easy as he chucked it up to be. It started with his comments about your art earlier in the week. You were working on another project for class and spent hours painting and refining the details. The boisterous blonde disrupted your thoughts in place of his own. Why the hell’s this taking so long? It’s just an apple, he’d question. To him, a painting should never take more than at least two hours tops. If anything, watching you paint for hours on end was the coolest thing to him because how could someone have that much patience? He’d never admit it though. And now here you both are, having a painting session in your room to prove to him it’s not as easy as he thinks.

Grabbing the now freed white paint you add a small glob of it to your palette, mixing the specific color you needed. You both have already been painting for almost an hour. It’s Saturday and you didn’t have anything better to do. Before you both started, you’d searched Pinterest for painting ideas. Scrolling through various cartoon characters, Bakugou settles on painting a simple white skull against a black background. The reference is such a him choice. You chose yours a little while after him but refused to tell him your idea. He rolled his eyes and started sketching on the small canvas you’d given him, occasionally asking you if his proportions were accurate.

You both had fallen into a quiet peace. The windows drawn to let the last bits of sun in. The soft sounds of your music thrumming through your small speaker. The slosh of water being dirtied up in solo cups as Bakugou cleans his brush. Just all around good vibes and harmless bickering here and there. You swear you’ve never seen him so relaxed, other than the time he fell asleep while you were drawing him. You look up from your canvas and catch a glimpse of Bakugou’s face. Trimmed eyebrows pinched together in a stare of pure concentration, his lips slightly tucked in as he works on the details of the skull.

His painting technique is quite impressive. Understandably not to your level, but if he took art seriously he could be one hell of an artist. The way he changes the pressure of his grip when outlining the teeth of the skull has you eyeing his piece in astonishment. Where the hell did he learn that from?

“You gonna keep starin’ at my shit or are you actually gonna give your input.” Your gaze lifts from his painting to him. You give a slightly confused look.

“Wait what.”

“Asked if I was doing this line stuff right but you looked lost as hell. Told you to leave that dope alone.” You roll your eyes.

“Ya mama. And yeah you’re doing it right. Just don’t make em too thick.” He side eyes you so hard you’re sure his eyes are about to roll out of his head.

“You’re lucky I’m goin’ to therapy.”

“Aren’t we all.” You give a brief chuckle and continue to work on your painting. The light pink background against the chosen figures ties the whole piece together. A particular song plays from the shuffle queue of your music library. It’s one that you and Bakugou both know. You quietly hum along, bobbing your head. Your ears pick up a rather deep tremor that joins your humming. He’s humming along too, eyes laser focused on his work. In the most non-corny way possible, you try to harmonize with him, doing decent until you miss a note halfway through. He makes sure you’re aware he noticed.

“Stick to art.” He snickers, shoulders softly shaking.

“Mind your business.”

“I’ll do what I wanna do.” He retorts. He’s so sassy and for what.

Another couple hours pass and you’ve both finished your paintings. Katsuki lifts his painted skull with pride, his ego through the roof. It’s actually a pretty solid painting. Albeit, simple, but not bad at all.

“Goddamn Kats, you didn’t do half bad.” You chide with a grin.

“Damn right. Told you this shit’s easy. Just gotta get over gettin stuck in the details.”

“That’s funny because you asked for my help with line work but go off I guess.”

“You’re just a resource. Gotta use what I can to get where I need to be.”

“Damnnn ouch. That’s all I am to you? Katsuki I’m hurt.” You feign heartbreak as you dramatically hold your hand over your heart.

“Idiot. You gonna show me what you ended up paintin’ or not?” You nod, grabbing your canvas and flipping it over to show him your piece.

His eyes are met with an image of two bears, one white, one brown. Their cheeks are smushed together in some sort of side hug. The brown bear does not look amused. He clicks his tongue and tilts his head.

“You really love cutesy shit don’t you?”

You shrug. “Not my fault the Pinterest bears were cute. Stay mad but I’m in my bag.”

“The fuck’s that even mean-”

“Shhh you’re being a hater right now.” He shakes his head as he chuckles deeply, shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweats.

“Yeah you’re really lucky I’m in therapy.” You laugh with him and reach for his painting that he left on the ground.

“You gonna leave this behind after you worked so hard on it?” You question. He shrugs.

“Don’t really got a place for it. I ain’t really into displaying things like you. You keep it or something.” You hold onto both paintings as he announces his departure to his room.

The next morning, he wakes up and starts his usual routine. Shower, brushing his teeth and skincare. The shuffle of his house shoes fills the quiet of the halls as he journeys to your room to make sure you’re up to go on your Sunday morning run together. He knocks once, twice and gets no reply. He jiggles the doorknob and he finds it unlocked, meaning you’re probably not inside. He opens your door and looks around to find no you. But what he does find makes his face go warm. There on the wall adjacent to the door, hangs his skull painting right next to yours. A ghost of a smile graces his lips as he shakes his head, closing the door to your room to go and grab you for your run.

bonus: the paintings y’all made

Bakugou’s:

Yours: *optional*

fun fact this is actually a painting I made a few months ago😭

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h1v3-m1nd · 7 months

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𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬𝒀𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑺!!

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I will draw both SFW and NSFW. Please specify what you want me to draw for you! I will also draw things such as Canon x Canon, Canon x OC, OC x OC, etc!

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Yes! Any additional characters will be an extra charge of 60% of the original commission price you paid! This is the rate PER CHARACTER

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Yes, and yes! Though it may take a little longer depending on the species. I'm still learning fursonas and animals, myself!

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isbus · 7 months

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So I’m back…

But this time, I have a tutorial!

Do you have a 3DS?

(If you say yes to that, then we’re cooking).

Do you want to draw something similar if not better than…

THIS?!

Then boy I have a tutorial for you!

Since this was drawn on a 3DS, I can’t really tell you anymore than for a 3DS. Sorry..

Step One: Prep!

Grab your 3DS and go to “Nintendo 3DS Camera”! Or whatever it might be called if you have a “New” one.

Optional: If you want you can take a picture within the game- if it’s capable of doing so.

For me I’m gonna use a screenshot from Miitopia.

Step 2: Background!

Part 1: Plain Backgrounds

If you want something like the following image, follow this part’s instructions.

Take a random full screen sized image. Any image will work as long as it fits the screen perfectly. (Take a screenshot from a game such as Tomodachi Life or Miitopia).

Tap the image so that it says graffiti.

Then use a stamp, such as the dialogue bubble.

Hold the stamp and make sure it fills the corners.

Then you have a plain white background! This one you can press finish,but the other method you can’t.

Here’s a quick video tutorial, because I don’t think I phrased it right!

(I took it on my phone, that’s how easy it is).

Part 2: Backgrounds that aren’t pure white!

If you want to make the starting image (but your own), then follow these steps!

(Once again, I’m using Miitopia screenshots for an example).

Once again, GRAFFITI!

Instead of using a stamp, you might have to just color it yourself. Mainly because the stamp method is harder for backgrounds like the first one.

COLOR THE BACKGROUND, BUT DON’T DRAW ANYTHING ELSE. (Unless you just want to draw a background). Trust me, it’s easier.

Boom! Plain background ready for sketching.

Don’t press finish cause it can decrease the quality with enough graffitiing and finishing.

Step 3: Draw the Base!

You gotta draw that body-ody-ody!

Just draw a bust or whatever is easier for you. “Omg IsBus you have to have drawing skills?!” Yeah I know. How could I?

I’m gonna draw the bust up because it’s easier for me.

(Don’t look at me like that.)

For the plain BG ones, just do the same thing for the rest of the steps but for your screen.

Since the background hasn’t been saved, don’t use the eraser because it will remove the white BG. Unless you are using the first background method, that is. (Use the white pencil.)

Step 4: Draw the character / Coloring Page Step!

On the plain BG you can draw what ever but for me and my Miitopia character, I’m gonna draw him. If you did the color-only-a-part-of-the-drawing method (like I’m doing), you can do whatever still.

Think of the white area as a green screen; you can draw whatever you want on it.

This phase is like the pencil part of a physical drawing. White out the base as you get to parts you want over it (for example: hair or clothes).

Bam! Coloring page!

Part 5: Coloring!

Remember when I called it a coloring page? This is why.

Color the drawing how you see fit!

If you’re using the all white bg, then you might have to use the stickers or the rainbow pencil. I recommend the stickers if you want to shade/shine, but if you want more options, use the rainbow brush.

If you’re basically doing what I’m doing, you can use the colors from the image to color your character!

Once you’re done coloring the image, remember to ink the lines again! Use a medium brush for coloring but a thin brush for inking the lines.

Part 6: Final Details!

For people who want any additional details, or need to clean up edges.

If you did the plain bg you can decorate and clean up as much as you need!

If you’re doing what I’m doing, you can clean up the edges of the white spot and add additional details.

And Voila! You did it!

If you have a 3DS and followed my tutorial, show me what you did! I wanna see it!

Have a good day/night! And thank you for reading!

~IsBus

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verawhisk · 1 year

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my drawing process (thank you @pepper-ika!)

i draw and colour for a long long time. i don't do the traditional sketch + lineart + colour -- sketches are hard to line, they're kind of time-consuming and usually they end up better than the lineart, so i just draw like normal and clean it up before colouring. i start at the head and end at around the feet, kinda like a person showering (lol). here i'm using your typical pencil brush you can find in any standard art program.

a tip i got from another artist was to colour using a thick, opaque pen brush that varies a lot in width. it saves a Lot of time. before they showed me that, i made the mistake of using a soft, painterly brush to colour my art. it hurt my wrist because i had to press really hard to get flat colour -- when all that time i could have just been using a pen brush! also, i start with soft colours because they're nicer to look at.

2. i do colourful midtones like redness in the skin or maybe a blue five o clock shadow if they have one. from this point onward, i use a flat square-ish brush combined with a painterly smudger and a soft airbrush.

i read somewhere that you should apply perfume on the moistest parts of your body so i kind of use that same idea when drawing redness. usually i do it where skin meets skin: folded arms, a crunched back, closed hands, and that place where the thighs touch the buttcheeks, lolol. and of course: the nose, lips, and ears. it makes the skin look real and warm and lively!

3. i lay down my shadows and lights, usually in that order. and at this point, i'm throwing extra shadow on wrinkles, fat, bumps, lumps, etc. a body without rolls is like an angel without wings!

also i smudge like CRAZY here. just like how it's impossible to have "too much gravy" on your chicken, it's impossible to have "too much blending" when you're drawing skin. blend that ish.

when it comes to the colour of the shadows, i always make shadows the base colour but darker and more saturated, and i move the hue a little to the left (for example: orange goes to red, green goes to yellow, purple goes to blue). i do that with, like, every colour. i can't tell if it's lazy or not but at this point i'm too scared to ask.

4. finally i make some minor adjustments like liquifying to fix lopsided eyes or oversized heads/hands. when i was in high school, my art teacher would say "great, but watch the size of the feet, hands, and neck," lolol. he was right ofc. when i go "hm... that looks a little weird," i have to trust that gut feeling because when i do fix it, it ends up looking way better. here is a horrifying gif illustrating that.

AHH!!!

alternatively you could do a messy line and color, then do a whole paintover like i did here. this is awesome for details because you dont have to go back and change the lineart - you just paint over and add whatever you want and redraw the line to fit it.

i dont really use the different layer modes that much. in this one i used a gradient map of the drawing as an overlay. idk if that really does anything major but it does create a new range of colors to play with. i also used a multiply layer to cast a big shadow over the card (layer 8) because it has this tiiiny little pattern that would be a pain in the butt to draw shadows over. everything else is pretty standard.

(and no i dont name my layers... yes i will be changing my name and moving countries)

another thing worth noting: i use airbrushing A LOT. i remember reading somewhere that using airbrushes is like. a cardinal sin. it’s not, man. it’s great. airbrushes and smudging are dope and i use them all the time.

i hope you found this helpful! have a great weekend <3

#long post #art tutorial #art tips #my art

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weministertomonsters · 1 year

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Werewolf (Camden) x human female reader ~ Part 3

Heads up, this chapter contains incest. If that's not your cup of tea then it's time to click outta here.

Also, this is (I think) the first time I'm using Y/n. I kind of like it. This way I don't have to find ways to go around mentioning a name nor do I have to give the reader a name that the actual reader may not like!

~•~•~•~

"Calm down, Y/n!" Arch says, grunting as he lifts his unconscious brother off the floor. "He'll be fine."

"He doesn't look fine to me!" You bawl back. "He looks like he got jumped- Oh my god, are those knife wounds?"

Arch kicks open the bathroom door open and ease Camden into the bathtub.

"He's going to shift soon, so I want to get him clean before I take a look at his wounds."

"Shift? Isn't he already?" You shuffle into the bathroom after Arch, too anxious to do anything else but twist your fingers together.

"No, he's going to shift into a human form," Arch says, turning on the water and pointing the showerhead at the wall to give it time to warm up.

"It's a defense mechanism to protect werewolves while they heal."

"But he's gotten hurt before and he never had to..."

"He's more than just a little hurt," Arch says tensely.

"But is he-"

"Christ Jesus, can you just help me?" Arch snaps, his ears flicking back.

You're stunned into silence, and simply nod mutely and begin to help remove Camden's ruined clothing. Arch sighs.

"Sorry."

"No, it's fine. I always get a little stupid when I'm shocked," you reply. "Seeing him come in and drop like that..."

"Either way, I shouldn't have yelled," Arch says, adding sheepishly, "I still haven't taken my meds and between the two of you, it's very hard to concentrate."

"Should I leave? Will that help?"

"I'm not a caveman," Arch snorts, opening a bottle of bodywash. "Camden needs both of us."

"Won't the soap get in his cuts?" You ask as he passes it to you.

"Yes, but he needs to get clean. God knows where he was before this," Arch sighs. "Although I have a pretty good idea..."

"Um, is this supposed to happen?" You grimace as fur begins to sluice off Camden"s legs.

"Yes. He's shifting."

"Okay. Okay, I can do this. All his fur is falling off, but it's fine. It's going to be okay."

"You're freaking out," Arch says. "Take a deep breath."

"Okay. Deep breaths," you obey his order, grimacing at the fur sliding down the drain.

After a few minutes of gently washing your boyfriend down, he begins to look human. His fangs retract and so do his claws. Even his hands and feet look human. For some reason, his facial hair remains. You didn't even know he had any and you laugh slightly at how rugged it makes him look.

"Is he going to be okay?" You murmur, leaning against Arch, who tenses slightly.

"This is always the hardest part," he replies. "But our wounds heal best when we let our bodies do the work. In a few hours, he should be much better."

"Can I get some fresh air?" You squeak because the mingling scent of blood and bodywash is wreaking havoc on your stomach.

Plus, seeing your boyfriend's wounds slowly stitch themselves together like a sped-up timelapse isn't making you feel any better.

"Take your time," Arch says. "When his wounds close up a little more, I'll put him in the bed."

You head into the kitchen and notice the trail of drying blood droplets on the floor. After a few rounds of damp paper towels, the floor is clean. You wash your hands again and at this point, your nerves are through the roof, so you boil some water and brew a herbal tea, hoping to calm your nerves. You take the mug of tea with you and slip into Arch's bedroom. It's very clean, except for the desk in the corner which is a colorful tornado of sketches, tubes of paint, and various handle-less and chipped mugs repurposed as brush holders.

You pull the duvet back and plump up the pillows. Arch comes in a moment later, with Camden swaddled in a fluffy towel.

"Thanks," he says to you, carefully putting his brother down.

"No problem," you respond. "Now what do we do?"

"You're welcome to stay, Y/n. Camden would like that."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose... Ugh, fine. How can I say no when you look at me like that?" You grumble playfully. "I'm exhausted, though. Is it okay if I sleep over?"

"My bed is big enough," Arch says, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at his brother.

You only hesitate for a moment.

"Okay." You ease onto the bed and curl up next to Camden, staring at his human face.

He's handsome like this, but you prefer his natural form. You don't mean to fall asleep, but in the end, you do.

You wake up because you're far too hot. One werewolf is one thing, but two are like a furnace that you don't need. You slowly come back to yourself from your empty dreams, lying there and debating whether to get a glass of water. Suddenly the bed shifts and a cold, wet nose presses against your neck and you flinch, looking up into Camden's eyes. He's back to his werewolf form and he's very quiet, simply gazing at you.

"Camden?" You whisper, and his ears flick.

He pulls himself up on his elbows and shakes his fur out, digging his clawed hands into the mattress next to your head. You don't like this quiet version of him, the way he stares like he isn't quite seeing you. You try to sit up, but his lips curl back and he bares his teeth at you. You let out a quiet breath and sink back down slowly.

"Okay," you whisper to him. "I'm not going to run away."

Does he know that? Does he even hear you?

You use your foot to kick the sleeping Arch in the side until he grunts and rolls over, blinking his eyes open sleepily. He takes in the sight of Camden crouched over you, leaning down to bite.

"Oh shit," he says, and shoves Camden to the side.

The air is suddenly filled with tension. Camden snarls and lunges at his brother and they fall off the bed, snapping at each other.

"What are you doing?" You cry out, ripping the bedsheets off of you and leaning over the edge of the bed.

"Keeping him from biting you," Arch grunts in exertion as he tries to keep Camden from biting him as well.

"Is he in heat? I've never seen him look so out of it before," you reach over and snap on the night light, then gape at what you see.

Camden's dick, simply put. It's peeking out of its sheath, dripping. Dripping onto Arch's stomach.

"Um..." Your eyes are the size of saucers. "What's going on?"

"This is a terrible time," Arch groans, huffing as he catches his brother's scent. "Werewolves coming out of a healing shift are very territorial and often stuck in a haze of primal instinct. Mix that with a rut and you've got a nightmare on your hands."

You stare dumbly for a moment, and then you giggle.

"And what's so funny about this?" Arch snaps, twisting out of reach of his brother's fangs, pushing him away.

Camden isn't deterred and begins to circle him, looking for a weak spot.

"Camden isn't the only one having trouble," you snicker, and then clear your throat. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't even find this funny!"

Arch looks down at himself and swears. "It's too late to take the pills. They'll just make it worse. You need to get me the handcuffs."

"What now?" You blink.

"Both of us are in heat. If I start to haze as well, I'll do something I will regret. And it isn't safe for you either."

"I'm staying. I'm not leaving you two when you're this vulnerable," you cross your arms. "Besides, I really don't want to go back to my apartment alone."

You give him a pleading look. He sighs.

"Fine. Just get me the handcuffs. They're in the bottom drawer in the bathroom."

"Okay." You hurry to retrieve them.

You find them, two pairs of heavy cuffs. They look like they are real silver too. You hurry back to the bedroom, only to stop short in the doorway. The brothers haven't torn each other to bits, but they seem to have gotten a little caught up. With the gold dominating Arch's eyes, it isn't hard to see that he's slipping into a haze as well. You're sure that not going to make this any better.

Camden is on the floor, his wrists pinned back by one of Arch's hands. He's alternating between baring his neck and snapping his teeth like he can't decide whether to submit or fight. His hips raise, pressing against Arch, seeking any kind of friction. Although Arch growls, he doesn't stop him either. Your lips are parted in surprise, and despite yourself, you draw in a breath, taking in the scene.

Should you be watching this? Should you stop them? Maybe. But you don't. You put the handcuffs down on the floor in easy reach and step closer. The fur of the two almost glows in the beam of the night light as they tangle together, whisking tails, bared teeth, and shared breaths. It's so startlingly intimate, it turns you on.

God, it shouldn't, but it does.

You touch Arch's shoulder, letting him register your presence. Camden's eyes are sparkling with tears as he whines in frustration, nostrils flaring as he catches your scent. His gaze flicks to you and he groans your name. Delighted that he's present enough to recognize you, you lean down and kiss him, sliding closer and slipping a hand over his broad chest.

"I'm here," you whisper.

He strains towards you, nuzzling against your neck, teeth against your skin.

"Camden," Arch warns throatily. "Don't bite her."

"I know," he replies, licking you instead.

Seeing that Camden is at least partially out of his haze, Arch reluctantly releases him and he leans into you, a rough purr rumbling in his chest.

"Please," he whimpers, clutching at the large t-shirt you're wearing. "Touch me."

You recall what happened the last time, and so you go slow and give him time to change his mind, running your hand up his thigh. He lifts his hips towards you, silently begging. Finally, your hand wraps around his cock and you suck in a breath at how big he is. Already, you're imagining how it would feel inside you. Camden whines, shuddering as you touch him, sweeping your thumb over the dripping head of his cock.

You can't stop yourself from leaning forward to get a taste, swirling him into your mouth and wrapping your tongue around his length like a velvet blanket. His hands clutch carefully at your hair and even as he pushes you down and coaxes you to take more of him in, he remains gentle.

Through the haze of your arousal, you hear Camden rasping out,

"You want to fuck her, don't you? You want to fuck my girlfriend."

Oh, shit. You lift your head and look at Arch, whose eyes are consumed with gold as he slowly strokes his cock, panting. "Yes," he hisses, his eyes glued on you. "She's so fucking pretty and she smells amazing."

Your lips curve into a coy grin as you tilt your hips in the air and wiggled your butt at him.

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

Arch just about attacks you, pushing the hem of the shirt up around your hips and ripping your panties off, pressing wild kisses to the backs of your thighs, growling as he finds particular spots that make you moan. When his tongue presses against your cunt, you see sparks.

You're already so wet that he doesn't need to take long to prepare you, nor do you want him to. You ache to be filled. Arch's hands grip your hips and he rasps out a warning.

"If I start, I don't think I can stop. Are you sure you want this?"

You lift your mouth off of Camden's cock to gasp impatiently,

"Just fuck me already!"

Arch's cock presses against your sensitive skin, and he rocks his hips, bumping his cock against your clit. When he finally thrusts into you, the force pushes you further down on Camden's cock and you fight not to gag, pulling up a bit as your eyes water. Camden is shuddering from the effort of holding back from ramming into your mouth.

You reward him for that, reaching down and cupping his balls and massaging them. The stimulation proves too much for him, and he begins to cum, whining breathily. You clasp his thighs and sputter at the copious amount of his climax. You manage to swallow some of it, but a lot of it runs from the corner of your mouth and drips from your chin.

You feel filthy and you love it. Arch growls at the sight, his body arching over your back as he shudders with each thrust.

"Cum inside me," you gasp. "Please!"

You are so going to regret saying that later, but right now, you don't care about anything other than reaching the high he's building you up to. Camden reaches down and rubs your clit, cooing encouragements to you. You're almost crying from the stimulation, as you clamp down on Arch's cock. With a muffled howl, he begins to spill into you.

The feeling of his hot cum inside you pushes you over the edge and you cum as well, spasming in pleasure. Arch pulls out before he can knot you, grabbing your jaw and kissing you roughly, licking his brother's taste from your lips. You feel Camden shuffle between your legs and your eyes fly open in alarm.

"Wait, I'm too sensitive!" You whimper, but he ignores you, thrusting his cock into your dripping cunt.

"Come on darling, you can take one more," Arch murmurs, kissing your forehead and rubbing your nipples until they harden again.

He props you against his chest so that you can see where you and Camden are connected, the way your pussy lips drag against his length, the lewd sounds your bodies make as they meet.

Dazedly, you wonder if you're dreaming.

Arch reaches down, teasing your clit with fingers that quickly get soaked by your juices. The three of you drag in ragged breaths, watching in fascination. Camden climaxes quickly with a grunt, gritting his teeth. Unlike his brother, he doesn't pull out, and his knot swells and presses against your entrance. The pressure makes you go dizzy. His knot finally pops in, locking him into place. Arch continues to rub your clit until you come to another orgasm, arching back against him.

You either pass out for a few seconds or you're so high that you're unaware of your surroundings, because when you finally come back to your senses, you're on the bed sandwiched between the two brothers. Camden is still locked inside you and will be for some time. You feel warm and relaxed. Camden's hands sweep over your body soothingly and Arch kisses your shoulder. Between their ministrations, you end up dozing off.

You're going to have a lot to talk about in the morning.

~•~•~•~

You can't begin to imagine how difficult this was to write! I spent three days trying to think of another idea but it felt like Part 2 had set me on this path. Of course, I could have had Arch walk out but I liked that idea less.

Also, can you tell it has been a while since I wrote such spice? It was very awkward but I made it! I hope it was enjoyable at the least. <3

#exophilia #monster boyfriend #terato #werewolf #heat #rut

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kasienda · 8 months

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Love Remains - Ch 5

Written for @thelibraryloser‘s birthday.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

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Chapter 5:

Thirty-Six Days Since Marinette Lost her Memory

“I’d like you to do a supplemental reading this weekend to fill in some of your historical gaps.”

Gaps was one word for it. She took the assignment without complaint though she wasn’t sure when she’d be able to do it.

“Girl! Why didn’t you say something?” Alya asked as they walked to their next class.

Marinette shrugged. “Because I do want to fill in my historical gaps?”

Like in an abstract way if she could just suddenly know it the way she knew how to swing through the city on a yo-yo. Not the I want to dedicate hours of my life to this kind of way.

“But you don’t have to do that all in one weekend!”

“Do you think old me would have said something?” Marinette doesn’t know why she’s asking. She hates the comparisons, but it’s like a scab she can’t help but pick at it when her friends and family keep commenting on how she’s different.

“You like the green one? I thought pink was your favorite color.”

It was! But that didn’t mean pink was always best for every single accessory.

“That’s a beautiful drawing,” her maman said of the sketch of her father. “Have you sketched any new designs recently?”

She hadn’t. She didn’t want to. Clothes weren’t interesting. But she knew her mother wanted her to say yes, so she hedged.

Lila had spilled coffee on Marinette’s bag in art class. It had definitely been on purpose. Marinette glared at the girl as she resolutely gathered all her things to clean elsewhere rather than dignifying Lila with a response.

“That was totally on purpose. Why didn’t you say anything?” Alya had asked after the fact.

Marinette piled her bag’s belongings carefully on a bench while she wrung out the backpack itself. “Didn’t really want her to know that she was getting to me.” Marinette’s diary had revealed that when Marinette make accusations against Lila, the other girl usually managed to twist it back on Marinette. She didn’t really want to make the same mistake when Lila didn’t believe she was holding a grudge. “Why?”

“Well, you used to always call her out on things. Chloé too.”

Marinette sighed. At least people had stopped asking what she remembered. Maybe they had finally figured out that she really didn’t remember anything.

But it seemed other people did and Marinette now was apparently different than the Marinette of old, and now Marinette was never sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“If old you thought the teacher was being unfair or unreasonable, she definitely would have said something, but she would have been totally silent than if she just didn’t have time.”

And thank goodness Alya was willing to be straightforward about such questions. Her parents were not. They were so diplomatic about answering such questions, but they always seemed sad.

She felt like she was disappointing them.

“What do you mean? You’re not disappointing them!” Alya had objected.

“But I am. They want me to be her, and when I’m not, they’re sad.”

“They’re just worried about you.”

Marinette pressed her lips together. Yeah Marientte definitely knew that they were worried. Paranoid was more apt. They constantly texted, wanting to know where she was, to remind her to put on a helmet, and asking for check ins everytime a friggin’ akuma alert went off.

Which made it that much harder to get away to be Ladybug.

And she loved being Ladybug.

Her parents would probably be horrified.

“I just wish being me as I am now was okay.”

“Of course it’s okay.”

“But it isn’t , Marinette insisted, wanting to tug at her pigtails. She didn’t know how to explain, and Alya was looking at her with glassy eyes and Marinette knew she was disappointing her, too, though Alya was better at hiding it than anyone.

“You know that she’s you, right?” Alya asked softly.

Marinette shrugged. She might be, but it didn’t seem to matter to anyone else.

…

Literature had become more bearable now that they were starting a new novel. It was a story that no one in the class had read before. Marinette found the story riveting.

“Really?” Adrien asked. They had been partnered for a small presentation on the use of imagery in the book’s first three chapters. “What’s your favorite part so far?”

Goodness, he was so earnest. Even when they had been paired he had been so sweet about it when she was obviously the weaker link of the two of them.

“Sorry you were saddled with me for this project,” she had said.

“Marinette, you are the best partner to have in this whole world. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Her cheeks had burned. Was this guy for real? She might’ve maybe understood what it was old Marinette had liked about him.

Really she probably would have fallen for him too if it wasn’t for the fact that Chat Noir was right there guarding her life and being serving as the best sounding board and confidant a girl could ask for.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked after the most recent akuma.

She was fine. She just didn’t want to stop being Ladybug yet. Being Ladybug made sense. Being Ladybug was simple and something she was good at. Marinette’s life was so complicated.

“I’m okay,” she said, determined for it to be true.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Like, how did he do that?!

But fifteen minutes later they were sitting side by side on the Eiffel Tower each with their own ice cream cones as she vented to him about her mundane problems.

“I hate history. It’s the subject I know, like nothing about and my teacher— he’s trying to be patient, but he clearly doesn’t know what to do with me. He keeps assigning extra readings, but even when I have time to read them. They don’t mean anything.”

“That must be frustrating.”

She snorted. Understatement. “Even places on a map feel no more real than the map at the beginning of the fantasy novel we’re reading in literature.”

“I don’t know about history itself, but maybe we could do something about the geography?”

He stands up, and offers her a hand, which she of course takes. He pulls her to her feet like she’s a princess and pulls out a box of colored cheeses from his baton.

“What’s that?”

“These are power ups for our Kwamis.”

“We can power up our Kwamis?”

He offers her a piece of cheese. “Eat this one.” He takes one of the same color.

Soon they’re transformed. They have airtight helmets and wings. He levitates just barely into the air. She doesn’t move, staring dumbly at his offered hand.

“Come on. I’ll show you.” His voice resounds inside her helmet. It feels both like he’s far away and like he’s all around her.

She again takes it, because she’d trust him to take her anywhere.

He led her on a low altitude tour of Paris, pointing out landmarks that are historically significant. But he doesn’t just recount events. When he speaks of kings and dukes, he tells a story. And suddenly King Louis VI and King Louis the XIV are not only separated by time, but by personality and vision.

They’ve been flying for hours already, when he takes her higher. They’re above the clouds, starting to see the curvature of the earth when he points out Normandy, the United Kingdom, Germany, and Spain.

And then they’re further out, beyond even air they can breathe, and the Earth shines below them, a glowing blue marble in a vastness of inky blackness.

She can’t breathe as she takes in the sight. There’s a whole world down there. It’s so big, bigger than any of her problems, and yet it’s so small when they’re out here in space.

His voice is still describing the places they can see. Continents and oceans, but she can’t process the words anymore.

“M’lady?” he asks, floating to her side with yet another hand reaching out, offering her support again and again.

“You’re amazing!” she says, and is awarded with pink blooming underneath his visor. And he was. How did old Marinette never see or notice?!

He never takes anything seriously.

He’s always cracking jokes.

He flirts with everyone.

Marinette had slammed the diary closed after she read it. What the hell had old Marinette been talking about?!

She had started a new diary after that, and it definitely wasn’t Adrien she had been writing about.

Looking at his eyes now, even with only five weeks of memories she’s absolutely certain he’s the sweetest, most genuine boy that lives on the planet he just showed her. And he didn’t just show it to her. He made her see it, he made it real in a way that no one else had.

She reaches for his hand, lets their fingers interlock, and it feels right.

Holding his hand, she’s not worried about how she’s different or the same. It doesn’t matter what she remembers or has forgotten. With him, she feels like a whole complete person.

She loves that.

She loves him.

…

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #partial reveal #ladynoir #memory loss #amnesia #marinette gave up the guardianship and lost all her memories #not as angsty as the trope usually is #happy ending #my own content #love remains

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fosteredasis · 2 years

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In The Heat of the Mountain Bluebird

Nothing more than some late night bird watching......

Claudia raced up the stairs of Castle Dimitrescu at an impeccable speed. The grin on her face was almost as wide as the long strides she took to make it to her desired destination. She made it to the Lady’s bedchambers in no time, almost slamming against the door as she stopped herself to knock on it. Her knuckled smashed a sporadic series of knocks before rapidly opening the door. She didn’t bother herself with waiting on an answer, too excited to wait even a second longer.

“Alci! Quick, take a look at this!”

Alcina turned her attention to the woman that busted into her room. Her back rested against the headboard of her bed but she sat up a little straighter after taking notice of Claudia. Blankets covered her from the waist down, she wore a deep red nightgown and her face was clean of her usual makeup. It was clear that the countess was retiring for the night and was quite startled by the unexpected visitor. Her shock quickly transformed into content; Claudia’s company was something Alcina looked forward to the most. The shorter woman was rushing over to the bed so Alcina was only spared a few seconds to be self-conscious of her current attire.

I thought Claudia would be occupied for the rest of the night. How tragic that my more flattering nightwear is currently being washed. I feel like I’m wasting a possible opportunity for…something to happen.

Her nightgown was quite sheer, red silk did very little to hide the peak of her nipples. Her soft stomach hugged the fabric. It worried her if Claudia would find her body unappealing if she really knew what it looked like. She crossed her arms against her chest in an attempt to hide herself.

I’m not nearly as beautiful as the other women that compete for her attention…

Claudia ran over to where the larger woman lounged in bed, leaping into her lap.

“Alcina! You are just the woman I wanted to see!”

Claudia squealed as she cradled the woman’s face in her hands. Her curls were placed into a messy bun and she was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants with an oversized white t-shirt.

“You wanted to see me so badly that you felt the need to rush over here in such a panic?”

Alcina questioned with her voice sounding unintentionally snappy, she was feeling vulnerable and made the accident of projecting it into her words. Claudia had no reaction to her attitude. She only leaned in closer with an undeniable excitement.

“YES! I need you to confirm that the bird I just sketched was a mountain bluebird. I figured it was due to its color but I wanted to get confirmation from the expert herself before I share my good news with Daniela.”

The village was hosting a bird watching competition in the local area, the residents have started new trends amongst the town in recent years in the hopes of strengthening their sense of community. Claudia and Daniela have been spotting various types of birds around the Romanian town for a few years now during their weekly picnics, the pair was ecstatic when the competition was announced. It had only been 13 days and the two of them already found almost all the birds on the list….except the mountain bluebird.

“That’s the last one you and Daniela need to identify to win the competition, correct?”

Alcina shifted slightly under the shorter woman. Trying to maintain her focus on Claudia’s eyes instead of the way the woman’s legs were spread on top of her.

“Uh huh, I’m so excited! Daniela has been so dedicating to finding them all. I’m going to let her turn in our results so she had an excuse to talk to that girl who works at the town library. That’s all she seems to talk about these days.”

Alcina rolled her eyes,

“I’m not surprised.”

Claudia chuckled at the woman’s response.

“Oh stop that, its cute! Young love at its finest. All that matters to me is that she’s safe and happy, anything else is up for them to decide.”

Alcina softened at Claudia’s consideration for her daughter, she uncrossed her arms and placed them on top of the woman’s thighs.

How did I get so lucky to meet a woman that cares so much for my daughters. Claudia has worked endlessly on locating all these birds with Daniela. She’d make such a good mother to them. Maybe I’ll get lucky and she will…someday…

“You’re right, draga. Go ahead and show me this bird so the news can be passed along.”

Claudia smiled and reached for the journal she brought with her. She stared to flip through the pages to find where her writings turned into sketches. Alcina watched as the woman thoughtfully searched, she didn’t feel the need to speak. The silence between them was always comforting rather than awkward. She didn’t speak up until something caught her eye. She noticed that her name was beginning to appear on the pages.

“Wait- turn back to that page draga.”

Alcina requested as she reached towards the journal.

“NO! I uh- I mean that’s not the right page, I-I’m still looking. Just a few more seconds”

Claudia’s face was burning up as she avoided Alcina’s gaze. She desperately searched through the pages faster.

The woman’s slight outburst amused Alcina and now she HAD to see what was written on those pages. In one swift motion she snatched the journal from her tight grasp.

“Hey! Wait no, Alcina please don’t read that.”

Claudia tried to reach for the book back but Alcina was faster, she extended her arm and held the book up high.

“Or what draga? Worried I’ll discover your dirty fantasies about me?”

Alcina offered back playfully. It was fun watching Claudia squirm. The other woman was usually so confident, so Alcina took great satisfaction in making her stumble with her words.

“Alcccinnnnaaaaa. Come on, stop being a jerk and give it back.”

Claudia whined as she tried to reach once again but the taller woman wasn’t budging. She started to pout and demanded for the journal back. Alcina leaned in closer to the woman; feeling a bit bolder than usual, she spoke with a sultry tone:

“I love it when you whine me draga, such a needy girl you are.”

Claudia froze. Her face was so hot it hurt. Her palms were starting to sweat as her heart sped up. Alcina smirked at the reaction she was creating. Claudia refused to give her the satisfaction of winning. Alcina may have started this but she was going to finish it. She had no problems with playing dirty.

Her pout quickly morphed into a smirk of her own. She took her hand and slowly rubbed up the arm that held up her journal, sliding up to Alcina’s palm and clasping it against her own. Alcina’s fingertips still held on tight to the small book. Claudia snapped her hips forward so her core sat against the other woman’s stomach. She leaned her face in so close that their noses touched.

“You want me to whine for you baby?”

Now it was Alcina’s turn to get flustered, she couldn’t fight the pink threatening to spreading thoughout her neck and face. Her underwear suddenly felt uncomfortable against her. She pushed her legs closer together to aid the ache she felt. The journal was long forgotten as it fell to the ground.

“Maybe you’re the one with the dirty fantasy,”

Claudia countered before she closed the space between them. Her lips lightly touched Alcina, still a little hesitant that she may crossed an unspoken boundary. The taller woman wasted no time returning the gesture, however. She kissed her back with more force, unclasping their hands so she could grasp Claudia’s waist. She moaned softly when she felt Claudia’s tongue slowly lick the around the bottom of her top lip, the shorter woman took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Alcina couldn’t help but whimper as their tongues danced against each other. She felt Claudia place her hands against her shoulders shortly after, pushing slightly to separate the two. Alcina felt disappointed at the loss of contact; but it was short lived after witnessing the grin on the other woman’s face. Alcina couldn’t help but sport one of her own.

“I can’t believe I just did that.”

Claudia whispered more to herself rather than Alcina.

“I’m glad you did.”

Alcina admitted before her mind caught up with her, face still flushed with various shades of pink. Claudia giggles quietly,

“Me too.”

She offered the Lady one last peck to the lips before sliding off her lap and making her way off the bed. She picked up her journal as she made her way towards the door.

“W-wait!”

Alcina called out before Claudia had a chance to exit the room completely, in hopes that stalling would make her stay longer.

“I thought you wanted me to check the species of that bird?”

Claudia turned back and flashed an alluring smile,

“No need, I’m feeling lucky tonight.”

Alcina blushed once more.

“Sweet dreams, M’lady.

She officially made her exit for the night, planning to seek out Daniela first thing in the morning. Not before paying the lady of the house a visit, of course.

#alcina x oc #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil village #alcina x female reader #lady d #house dimitrescu #countess alcina #soft alcina

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esperanzagalaxy · 2 years

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RQG requests #3, tumblr’s not letting me tag them, but spiraling-solarsystem-of-sadness very politely asked for barnes and carter, giving me the chance to finally settle my designs for them! which came with great timing, because there were some other requests that included them and i didn’t want to go guessing each time. so here’s my process for designing them!

i already had some images on my mind based on the vibes they’ve given me since the first time i listened (early barnes especially), so polishing them was really fun. i’d wanted to Just Doodle for a long time and this was very nice and helpful. i love sharing sketches, and coloring them digitally makes for something really pleasing to share. carter evidently was much harder to nail down, the slippery fuck, but we got there. enjoy the B-team in all their glory!!

ballpoint pen and fine brush pen on yellow paper, with digital colors.

ID under the cut, it’s a long one!

[ID: a series of three pages of sketches of barnes and carter. they're drawn traditionally and colored digitally over cream paper. the first two pages are filled with tests and exploratory doodles done with ballpoint pen, while the third has drawings with their more adjusted designs, in fineliner. the first page has unfinished attempts for barnes's face at the top left section. to the right of those is a doodle of season 1 barnes, shaded with light gray: he has a coat with a high collar, epaulettes and some military insignias, and uneven, straight black hair that goes to about his neck at the longest. there's quick lines signifying rain around him, and a hasty thought bubble that reads "llueve sobre la ciudad". in the center-left, is a cleaner sketch of that design. his coat is colored dark blue in the outside and red on the inside, with golden accents, his skin is pale brown, and his hair is the same black, uneven cut. he has a long face, a rounded jaw, a long, straight nose and narrowed brown eyes, as well as a faint three o' clock shadow. he looks tired. there is an almost identical, line only version of that portrait right next to it. a list to the right of that portrait reads, "-long face -long nose -narrow eyes, high up -thicker eyebrows -ok enough lips -clean shaven -big ol' coat". below it is written, "oh yeah that's him babey (dover)". to the center right, filling up the space, is a sketchy height comparison between cel, barnes and carter, with cel being the tallest, barnes a little shorter, and carter somewhat shorter than barnes in turn. they're silhouette only, standing neutrally. below barnes' reads, "lean but not lanky, he just looks kinda built when compared to cel". below carter's reads "¿?". the bottom third of the first page is all carter. on the let are line-only attempts at his face, with disheveled short hair, a thin, crooked nose and a mustache. he's smiling in both of them. around the first one there's the notes "weasely man" and "but less einstein...". next to the second one, where he's smirking and looking to the side, it says, "that but less yassified?" and "glasses maybe?". a third attempt below those is shaded in light gray and has similar features, but has his hands clasped together and big, pleading eyes, and he's saying "no stealing?". last in the page, on the bottom right corner, is one last headshot of carter, shaded with light brown. he has the same disheveled hair but wavier and swept to one side messily. he's wearing a hat and small, rounded spectacles. he's rolling his eyes and saying, "it's the cops again...". the list below him reads, "-droopy eyes maybe? -thin nose yes -those ears -face shape? -rounded eyebrows". the second page is mostly carter. the first drawing, on the top left, is a shaded copy of a photo of real life howard carter. he has an oval-shaped face, drooping cheeks, small eyes, a big, rounded nose, short-cropped black hair and a mustache. he's wearing a hat and a suit, and doesn't look anything like the design attempts. next to the study are the notes, "me cago que tiene los ojos de manuel", and "can't believe that this is howard 'THE CUUURSE!!' carter". occupying the right side are doodles of late 1800s-early 1900s explorer's gear, and one is of carter shrugging, with the clothes colored light tan. a note next to the figure says, "some scrawny bitch?". to the center-left and below it are two portraits of an adjusted carter design. the upper one is for his cairo aspect, and is similar to the photo copy, but with a smug face, a short, pointy black mustache, the thin nose, and black hair slicked to one side. he's wearing the exploring gear. the notes beside him say "sorry i'm keeping the other nose" and "oh yeah there he is". below that portrait is supposed to be a s4 portrait for comparison, the messy hair and a hand holding up a dagger are visible, but the face has been covered up with a cartoony snarling face. there's a speech bubble that says "this one came out ugly", and a note below that reads "omg i can't get the hair it's not einstein". on the remaining space, there's two full body sketches of carter and barnes's outfits, plus another portrait of barnes below. the outfit sketches are faceless and only the clothes are colored. carter stands cockily with a hand to his hip and the other going to pick something from his belt. his outfit consists of a big, medium-length brown coat, a red vest, a light yellow button-up, a bowtie, dark gray trousers, and knee-high brown boots. he also has a belt diagonally across his chest and one around his hip from which smoke bombs and sheathed daggers hang, as well as a big backpack, atop of which is visible a bedroll and a hat. the notes to the left of him say "big chonky jacket sasha would cringe at", "oh yeah there he iiiis" and "post time skip". barnes's sketch has him standing heroic but neutral, with a hand on the handle of his sheathed sword, and looking away. he has his long, heavy blue coat, a shorter red jacket underneath, a white billowy shirt open down to the navel, black trousers, and lightly heeled knee-high brown boots. in the portrait below, also colored, he's wearing that same outfit and has the face previously designed, but with a bit of stubble and long hair, as well as his hat. he's looking off to the side, leaning slightly forward, hair whipping in the wind. the third and final page has three drawings in total, in a "before and after" sort of comparison. on the upper half are two drawings simulating photos, side by side. the one on the left is barnes's, in his season 1 design. it's a bust where his head is hanging down slightly, his shoulders seem drooping and he looks tired. carter's, on the right, is as if he'd been caught red-handed, mid-lock picking. he's looking to the viewer over his right shoulder, tools in hand, with wide eyes, cartoony pursed lips and a bead of sweat around his cheekbone. he's in his season 3 design, explorer gear with brown hair swept to the side. both photos are colored in a faded, more brownish palette. below, is a more carefully drawn and colored picture of carter and barnes fist-bumping in their season 4 designs, from the waist up. carter is to the left, smiling at the viewer, with his left hand to his hip. the only new thing to his design is that his short hair is greying instead of brown, and it has a broad white streak by the middle. barnes is fist-bumping him back, on the right, smirking lightly at the viewer. there are cartoony sparkles around them and also around them reads, in blocky pink letters, "B-team glow-up". end ID]

#rqg #rusty quill gaming #commander james barnes #rqg carter #rqg howard carter #rqg barnes #mixed media #doodle #fanart #2022 #the great swarm of rqg requests 2k22

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pokeask-star-sending · 7 months

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I'm confused about the art and comic minimums.

So we can draw a full-body art piece without a background?

What do you mean by 3 props for a half-body art piece? Trees and bushes? Buildings and roads? Or do you just want to make sure there's a scene in the artwork and not an abstract background? How detailed does the background need to be?

For the comic minimum we can draw anything as long as it's at least 3 panels? No background required? No color required?

Yes, a fullbody art piece of a character receiving their gift will suffice. No background unless you want to

All the things you listed are valid props! Trees, bushes, buildings, roads, all will count to props/items. Basic sky/ground will not. Clouds, grass, ground may count if they are rendered with shading, detail, etc. Scenes are a way you CAN do it but we also will allow more abstract collage-style art if there are drawn objects around.

And yup! I’ll link back to the clean sketch elaboration here. And three panels is currently our benchmark, and it can be of anything, but I WILL highlight that effort is required. So something like this wouldn't work:

Basically three panels, the same angle, redrawn. The gift is only described, and the process of obtaining the gift isn't. There isn't much personality of either character.

We would be looking for something more like this (bearing in mind that we would probably be asking for a bit more polish than I did here)

there's a bit more storytelling here! And even if the other two panels don't have as much of the subjects being drawn, it brings atmosphere or context to making the gift. Lots more personality! I added colour for effort points, because these characters are very simple to draw. If the subject has a lot more detail like a legendary Pokémon, colouring probably isn't as necessary. Even then, messy colouring is also fine in this case.

Comic minimum requirements are vague because there's a lot of ways you can go about it! We are a community of storytellers and creatives so I wanted to be a little limitless. I trust that participants would naturally put effort into their submission, and we will also be moderating and giving advice as well.

Just to reassure, we do plan on posting submission examples with breakdowns as well, so you and anybody else can get the picture of what they can do. But as we're in Wishlist writing period, we've mostly been providing info about signups, wishlists, etc.

#Info #ask #pokestarsending #pokestarsending2023

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ladyfly · 1 year

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While You Sleep

Sleepy brain said art

Once again the company had overworked you. It was becoming more common than Sun would like. He and Moon had voiced their opinion but it was met with the threat of decommissioning. At least the plex was coming under new management. Sun hoped that the new owner was more reasonable.

You had trudged into the Daycare after it had closed for the night. At first, Sun was excited to see you. However, when he got a better look at you he was mortified. It was so bad Moon's protocols to put people to bed began to flood his systems.

You swayed on your feet as you moved. our eyes had large bags under them. You fought so hard to stay awake. Arms reaching out to him pathetically. How much effort did that single action take? Sun skipped up to you. His long legs covered the distance quickly.

He picked you up as his areal wire came down from the ceiling. He held you in one arm and hooked himself up with the other. It pulled the two of you into the air and towards the tower. He held you firmly in his arms. Following Moon's instructions, he began to hum to you.

The naptime protocols were pushing so hard to put you to sleep it was agitating Moon. Humming to you satiated the programming. Sun wanted to help Moon alleviate the distress from his programming. He followed Moon's instructions and put you to bed in the room beyond the tube.

While Sun was happy you were getting some much-needed sleep, he was upset he couldn't spend time with you. "You are spending time with them." Moon reminded. Sun nodded "You're right. Just because they aren't awake doesn't mean we aren't together."

Sun decided to busy himself with an art project. Coloring was always nice, but he does that with the kids all day. He decided now was the perfect time to paint. He gathered his supplies. Sun still wanted to be near you. He set up in the room you were in.

Sun couldn't help watching you sleep. You looked so peaceful. All the stress of the day gone from your form. To him it was angelic. You were his angel sent to him from some far-away place. You showed him so much kindness and love. Agitation crept into the back of his mind.

Yes, yes, you loved Moon too. In fact, you loved them both equally. You took so well to their individual love languages and needs. Moon wanted to be held and touched. He preferred physical affection. Sun, however, preferred words. Tell him he's a good boy and doing a good job.

He decided he was going to paint you. He would put all of his love for you into his piece. Sun spent the next five hours painting you. Moon agreed Sun could stay out to finish his painting. Sun agreed when the painting was done Moon could come out without interruption.

Sun painted you sleeping on a cloud in a sunset sky. Stars just starting to dot the sly. Two massive wings folded behind your back. Sun did not include the bags under our eyes. But didn't change anything else about you. He signed his name in the lower right corner.

Sun cleaned his mess and gathered the charcoal art supplies for Moon. He put the painting in the other room for safekeeping. He already knew exactly where he wanted to hang the piece. Sun turned the lights off to allow Moon out.

As they changed they wrapped their arms around themselves to hug each other. Moon let out a pleased hum as he fully became himself. He looked at the painting Sun had done "This looks great! You did a good job Sun." He could feel Sun shy away in their headspace.

With a chuckle, he made his way to you. You were still deep in sleep. Eyes darting back and forth in REM sleep. He sat down beside you and began to sketch his piece for you. He decided to depict you like the queen you are. His queen. His sovereign.

That which makes his dark realm brighter. Each touch from you is a searing comfort. He would depict you on a throne of roses. Drapes in the softest looking fabrics and glowing brightly. He got to work. Pushing the charcoal around the canvas. This would be perfect for you.

When he was finished he decided it was nowhere near as perfect as you. He was sure you would like it though. The piece was set next to Sun's. Moon returned to you. He laid down beside you and pulled you into his frame. He ran his fingers slowly through your hair as you slept.

When you woke up Sun was humming and petting your hair. His fans kicked on when you kissed him sleepily. The two of you stayed like that until you woke up more. When you were ready to go hunt for food he presented you with the art he and Moon had done.

#sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #fnaf #fluff #fazzy fucks is a shit company

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le-trash-prince · 1 year

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Some very rudimentary sketches of Perihelion’s interior.

I wanted the hatch to have a very distinctive look to it, and I couldn’t help but envision an archway as something evocative of a university building.

My thought is that corporate ships would have a very utilitarian design with a lot of hard, uncomfortable angles, stiff plastic and vinyl furniture, harsh fluorescent overheads, and zero character or warmth. Things that are cheap to replace and cheap to clean.

In contrast, because ART was “raised from a child,” I thought that its shipwrights might have put more care into their work and included some more architectural details, like arched hatches, which aren’t necessarily economical but are just kind of nice. The hatches are mentioned as sliding closed, so I envision the doors sliding down from the ceiling and taking up a much bigger space than the doorway—possibly even the entire wall for a section like this.

I also put indirect lighting that would run along the lower edge of all the ceilings, although this is just a flat view of the end of a hallway. The ceilings seemingly extend further than the walls to account for this, and I think the same space could also be used for concealed air vents and speakers. There would also be sconce lighting along the walls, but I haven’t made up my mind on how to depict them yet.

I think ART would have processes that adjust the color temperature of the lighting throughout a cycle in order to mimic the feeling of planetary daylight—at least when its humans are onboard (and sometimes it may passive-aggressively dim the lights when someone refuses to sleep). I think it would only have overhead lights in task related areas like the lab module and Medical. I don’t think MB would even notice this. But more sensory friendly lighting would be something that makes MB more comfortable on onboard ART even realizing why.

ART would also have small directional spotlights that it can point in people’s faces when it feels like being a particular ass.

I also drew up my idea for the padded couches in the crew lounge. I wanted wide, curved arms that would be comfortable to rest a head or back against. The fabric is a thick, woven material as opposed to the creaky vinyl of a corporate couch, and the padding is firm enough to provide good support (like a 6+ inch seat cushion as opposed to a 3 or 4 or god forbid a 2 inch cushion).

Multiple characters are mentioned as sleeping here, so I think it should be a comfortable, nappable couch without being a couch that is difficult to get up from in a hurry.

One thing I thought would be interesting is if the piping on the cushions used the same “space velcro” tech as sealable pockets, so all of the cushions would sit completely flush against each other. That way you could prevent objects or crumbs from getting stuck inside the couch, while also still having the benefit of individual cushions that are easier to repair or replace than the entire couch. Yes, I did spend my day off thinking about the piping on a fictional couch.

I also included some pylon things along the back of the couch in order to give some visual rhythm to the silhouette, since it’s so long. Honestly anything could be done with these, like having a touchscreen for whatever spaceship purposes, but I thought it would be nice to have some concealed speakers covered in acoustical mesh fabric. There’s still speakers along the ceiling in this room, but the couch speakers would be for the display surfaces rather than ART’s voice, since it can be confusing for some ppl to process multiple outputs coming from the same source. Also I think ART should have nice quality speakers in general, rather than the flat, tinny sort of wall speakers that are common in ship designs.

The toeboard of the couch is made from a sort of antique bronze material. The finishes that I generally associate ART with are titanium for practical purposes, and bronze for aesthetic touches.

The floor looks like wood but it’s a very durable, recycled composite material. I wanted the floor in this room to be a darker, more grounding color since it’s a lounge, but most of the ship probably has floors closer to the color of the walls.

The opposite side of the room has four chairs in the same style as this. I also drew the folding tables, so I might post those later. There’s a lot of other spaces I want to design as well, but I’ll have to see what I have time/energy for.

Anyways thanks if you read through all of this. I don’t generally draw unless I’m sketching a design for something I’m making. And I’m certainly not an actual designer, I just enjoy thinking about these kinds of things. And these are just my thoughts on what I think these things could look like. That’s all.

#the murderbot diaries #asshole research transport #murderbot #my stuff

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