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eyesxxyou · 4 months

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❝ nude bodies ❞ (artist!hobie x trans ftm!reader)

｡ﾟ･ ¡ content. friends to lovers, a little bit of awkwardness, oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), reader has a t-dick, very sweet sex (bordering on love making), creampie, hobie gets a little sappy at the end. you've been long time best friends with hobie for years, both secretly pining after each other. you both think nothing will ever come of your feelings until hobie asks to draw you nude.

wc: 5k

The sun was hot on your face. The rough sound of pencil meeting paper tickled your ears. Hobie hummed a soft tune while his hand carved out the rough shapes of your face into paper. His eyes kept flicking from his sketchbook to you, his gaze lingering on your closed eyes before wandering a little lower to trace the shape of your honeydew lips.

He reached out, his hand tenderly caressing the side of your face to get you to turn your head to the slightest degree so that the sun hit your face at just the right angle to make you glow honey gold. He touched you like a masterpiece, one of the old greats, like you would crumble if pressed too hard. His thumb traced your lip and you shivered ever so slightly.

“Have ya ever though’ of letting me draw ya nude?” Hobie had a way of saying things. Careless or carefree, you chose because he doesn't have the energy to do it himself, too busy drawing or playing the guitar.

You open your eyes, a deep frown painting itself across your honeydew lips. “You want to draw me what?” You sat up on your arms and Hobie sat up with you on his knees, his hand on your chest to push you back down onto the smooth wood of his deck. “Nude. Was I no’ loud enough? Keep still, dove. ‘m no’ done.”

You sigh and relent, laying back in the sun with your head tilted towards him to catch the golden rays. Hobie settled back down beside you and began sketching again.

You won't say Hobie didn't rattle something within you. Nude was intimate, nude meant vulnerable, nude meant served on a platter with all your feelings splayed out so brazenly before him. You couldn't hide anything from him while naked, couldn't hide how every gentle touch of his warm fingertips made your heart leap and your groin ache with feelings you’re forced to call want. You couldn't hide from his wandering gaze powdered with the stark neutrality of someone who didn't care either way.

“Why would you want to draw me naked?” You try not to move too much while you talk, try not to make a big deal out of his request. Why would he want to draw your body? Your body didn't look like everyone else's, the crescent-shaped twin scars cupping your chest made sure of that. Not to mention all the changes gone on between your legs. You’re not the most ideal person in the world to draw nude according to every societal standard.

But Hobie wasn't one to care about a social standard. “Why wouldn' I? I draw ya all the time. Yer my lovely lil muse.” He touched his pencil behind his ear and set his sketchbook down closed beside him. He shifted himself, laid down right beside you with his head propped up on his hand, looking down on you as you lay below him.

Hobie reached out and pinched your cheek. “Jus’ think ‘bout i’. No pressure. I wan’cha to be comfortable with the idea.” He lied down completely beside you, just the two of you lying on the deck of his boat, shirtless, arms touching all the way from shoulder down to the backs of your hands. You could grab his hand if you wanted to. He could grab yours. Your finger twitches with the idea of it. But that's not what friends do.

“What would happen if I agreed?” You asked timidly. Hobie turned his head, eyes carefully tracing the lines of your side profile. “We’d wait a week before we did anythin’. Jus’ in case you became a chicken and wan’ed to back ou’.” He teased as he always did and that set you at ease as you turned your head to meet his gaze.

His deep-set eyes traced the contours of your face with dedication and admiration. If you hadn't known any better you might have said he did it lovingly. But he was an artist at the end of the day and your best friend. Any love he had beyond a platonic one was for what you do for his art. “You bring it to life.” He once said. He did not love you the way you loved him. You were sure of it.

“Lemme finish this piece then we can grab a bite, yeah?” Hobie sat up and placed his hand on your chest, patting you the way a friend pats another in the back. He doesn't let his touch linger even though every atom of your body begged and pleaded for him to just touch you, touch you anywhere, you didn't care where. Just let it stay there, let it linger a little longer, let it hold so you might know that he's real and he’s yours.

You consider it while he draws with your eyes closed and your hands resting on your belly, tracing imaginary lines and imagining it’s Hobie doing it with the tips of his nimble fingers. He wouldn't make it weird, wouldn't tease you about it for the rest of your lives, wouldn't embarrass you by telling others. That's not how he is. It would just be between the two of you, from one man to another.

Hobie sits beside you in silence, hoping he didn't ruin anything you two had, the soft progress you have made with each other years in the making. He’s been dropping hints for years now, the obvious ones only made in the last few months. Unnecessary lingering touches, brushing his hand against yours to give you the opportunity to grab on and stay that way. He holds your face so softly so fucks sake, leans in so close he might just kiss you but leaves it to you to make the final move. You never do. He called you his muse, told you his art is nothing without you and yet you still look at him with that blank, oblivious look in your eyes that makes him want to tell you straight up that he’s in love with you. You’d probably still tilt your head like a puppy, confused and unknowing.

His eyes lavish over your body, every piece of exposed skin being feasted upon by his greedy gaze. Your eyes are closed, you’d never know. He wants to trace his fingers along your scars, kiss them, kiss you, feel your skin on his and know you a little more than he already does.

“I’ll do it.” You concede. “You can’t show it to anyone though. I’d die of humiliation.”

“Never planned to, dove.” Hobie smiled. “It’ll just be between me ‘n you. It’s just anatomy practice.” Anatomy practice sounded good, sounded reasonable, sounded like he wasn't just trying to find any excuse to witness you naked. Did it make him sick, perverted, what he’d end up doing with that drawing as he did with nearly all his other drawings of you? Did it make him bad that he’d end up with his hand firmly wrapped around his cock, pleading for a single moment, a single chance? Did it make him wrong that he’d ruin the page with cum and would have to redraw it all over again?

You remind him, “I don't have regular anatomy.”

“I don't need regular, dove.” Hobie looks up from his sketchbook, flipping his pencil to erase a small imperfection in his work. “I just need you.”

Hobie gave you a week. An entire week to reconsider and yet you remained steadfast in your decision. It wouldn't be weird. Hobie has a way of making awkward situations completely comfortable with his light-heartedness. He never took anything seriously so why should you?

Boarding his boat meant accepting wholly that you’d be naked in front of him and a part of you, while nervous, was comfortable with that. If you were to be naked in front of anyone in the entire world, you’d want it to be your best friend, the person you trust most in this world.

Hobie was waiting for you inside, guitar in lap while strumming some cords to a melody he was humming. You kicked your shoes off at the door and let it slam shut behind you as if it were sealing you in. You can't back out now. You had promised.

Hobie put his guitar down on it’s display rack and tossed the pick into a small box of picks he had sitting on a small table beside his bed. “Mr. Punctuality ova here. I wasn' expectin’ ya fo’ anotha hour.” He hopped down from the ledge he was sitting on, stumbling a bit but ultimately landing on his feet. He came over and tossed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his body for a half-hearted hug.

“You told me to come at 1.”

“But when I say tha’ I really mean 2. You know ion run on other people's time.” He offered a cheeky little dimpled smile across those dark lips of his that you adored more than you could ever say. He rubbed your shoulder a little before patting it and letting you go. You wanted to run back to him, to tell him to embrace you once more but fully this time. You didn't want to embarrass yourself by doing so.

“Are ya sure ya do this?” He offered you one last chance to back out before the two of you started. “We can always stop if ya feel uncomfortable,” he assured you.

You nodded slowly, lips curling into a soft, self-assuring smile. “I’m okay. Let’s do this.” Your heart beat so hard in your chest you could feel it in your throat and hear it in your ears. You balled your hands into fists, thumbs in your palms, squeezing with anxiety. You trusted him, knew he would do nothing to make you feel uncomfortable.

“I’ll be back in a momen’, you can get on the bed when you’re ready.” Hobie went to leave to afford you some privacy. You appreciated his thoughtfulness and watched him go with a shaky breath. You wrung your hands, grasping the hem of your shirt to sooth yourself before you began.

You started with your shirt, pulling it over your head and folding it up neatly before placing it on the edge of Hobie’s bed. That was soon followed by your pants, then your underwear. You’re not used to being naked, especially not in Hobie’s boathouse. You felt vulnerable, your hands immediately went to cup your love and cover yourself without so much as a second thought.

You climbed up onto Hobie’s bed and covered yourself with his duvet, waiting for him to return so that you can get this over with. You tell yourself it’s for anatomy practice, that it’s nothing more than that. But there’s something oddly intimate about being wrapped up in his planets, lying in his bed with his deep, musky scent permeating your senses and soothing your raging nerves.

You lay there with your face pressed into his pillow awaiting Hobie’s return. Your fingers gripped his sheets, twisting and fingering the fabric anxiously as you watch the door crack open and Hobie’s head poke inside to ensure you’re properly prepared. He saw you curled up in his bed and smiled with a tender softness. “You ready?”

You nodded, nipping at your bottom lip. Hobie came shuffling in, closing the door behind himself gently. He rummaged about his flat, grabbing his sketchbook and a sharpened pencil before coming over to you in his bed.

Hobie climbed in with you, shuffling over to kneel beside your covered body. He set his sketchbook down and carefully reached out to grasp the edge of the blanket you had covered your modesty up with. “May I?” His eyes were soft looking upon you, they ask for permission too, ask for you to let your guard down for just a moment. They ask for you to trust him

You do. You trust him wholeheartedly. With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you nod subtly and let go of the blanket. You let him peel it away from you but your hands return between your legs to keep yourself covered.

“Jus' relax f’me, dove.” His slender fingers grasped your wrists, carefully and gently pulling them away from your tender lips. You don't resist him, you let him take your hands in his and remove them from the spot where you find yourself feeling the most vulnerable. There's something about his touches that feels more intimate than before. Your nudity amplified every caress of his hand against your skin. You could feel it linger throughout your body.

Hobie gazed at you, his eyes scanning down the length of your trembling body, hitching at your chest and groin for just a lingering moment. You don’t hear the way he murmurs soft prayers under his breath, a plea for strength, for the worthiness to admire such a sacred body in its most bare state.

Starting the sketch was the hardest part. Hobie was used to touching you, holding your face, dragging a finger along the curve of your jaw, his fingertips kissing your eyelids, tracing the underside of your lips. He was a physical learner and with time, he knew your face like he knew his own palm, all the lines and shadows that made it up.

But he didn’t know your body. Not the way he wanted to.

You could see the frustration crossing his face as he turned his pencil and erased his work for the second time, “Is there anything I can do to help?” Your voice was timid and beautiful, ringing with an air of genuine concern. You hadn’t expected Hobie to ask to touch you.

“F’r visual purposes only. I don’ – know ya body yet. No’ like I know ya face.” His hands wrung against his lap, refraining from making himself too comfortable with your pretty body. He imagined your skin would be soft beneath his palms, supple as he dipped his graphite-covered fingers into your flesh. “You don’t have’ta.”

“You can.” You say almost too quickly. Did he catch the desperation in your voice? Did he catch the way you leaned in just a little further, the way you crossed your legs at the mere thought of his hands stroking down the length of your bare skin. Had you given yourself away? Had you shown all of your cards like an amateur?

You watched Hobie place his things down and come over to climb back onto the bed with you. You sat up and let out a startled little gasp. Hobie was suddenly closer than you had expected, sitting beside you with his hands on either side of your legs to prop himself up.

“Jus’ tell me when t’stop, yeah?”

He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help but to touch. Hobie started at your face, the familiarity of it offering you ease and comfort. His hand cupped your cheek. Brushing a soft thumb under your eyes, palm cupping along your jaw and his thumb moving up slightly to skim over your soft eyelid. The pads of his fingers move to your lips, tracing them left to right, right to left. His eyes flick between your lips and your coy gaze, too shy to fully meet his every time he looks at you.

His other hand skimmed at your waist. His fingertips touching at your chest, tracing your scars with such loving care. Hobie likes the way you shiver under his touch, likes the way your body rolls as he makes his way lower to your belly where your happy trail begins, leading lower and lower. He doesn’t go all the way though you so desperately wished he would.

His hand touches your thigh, the other trailing down your shoulder, to your elbow, to your hand where his fingers slip beneath yours. Before you know it, your fingers are laced with his. There was something so innocent about it, something so beautiful and soft. His hand on your thigh, tracing circles into your flesh felt just as innocent in the beginning. But his fingers were trailing .along your inner thigh, gripping the flesh there with something far darker that anything platonic.

It was hard not to melt into his touch, a touch so hot that it left your skin burning where he met it. Your chest burned with desire. Your gaze, a little more brazen now, showed as much. You swallowed thickly as you caught Hobie’s gaze and suddenly you were doing just the same as him, staring at that lip piercing that glinted under the dim lighting of his bedroom.

It was the same thought that crossed your minds.

“Can I kiss ya?”

“For your drawing, right?”

Hobie nodded slowly, leaning in with a subtle tilt of his head. His lips hovered slightly over yours, not exactly kissing you but not, not kissing you either. “Yeah…for the drawin’.” He whispered against your lips, taking them with his. He kissed you like he’s been waiting for this moment since he’s known you. Kissed you like he needed this, kiss you in a way that said “if you stop, I’ll die.”

He can't help the way his hands wander, touching you in places he'd never even dreamt of touching in the first place as his hands grow more greedy. His hands trail everywhere, feeling your skin grow warm under his touch as he commits every brush of skin against skin.

You could feel a heat pool between your legs, your pussy ached and your dick throbbed to attention with each inch gained by Hobie’s fingers closer to your wanton core. You spread your legs for him, silent permission for him to touch where he pleased and where you craved.

Hobie did not touch you there, not yet. His hand held your waist and his lips began to trace a trail down the side of your neck, placing sloppy, open mouth kisses on your exposed flesh leading down to your chest. He peppered kisses along the crescents of your scars, worshiping exactly where they cut into you and made you a little more of who you are.

His lips pressed kisses down your naval. His hand gripped yours tighter. “Lay back, luv.” His free hand pushed you back gently, coaching you to lie in the mess of pillows stained with his scent. Hobie held your smaller hand, pressing it into the mattress, his free hand still roaming and touching and studying your warm body.

How could he possibly go back to pencil and paper after this? His drawings could never satisfy him now that he’s gotten a taste of the real thing. His art was meaningless now, served no purpose now that your flesh was beneath his tongue, in his hands, gripping, touching, loving.

He’s come on your face a thousand times over in his mind, on his page. But he could not bear the idea of sullying your sacred body with such degeneracy. Hobie would only touch, only please. He would come last.

He settled himself between your legs, his hand parting them a little further until your pretty, wet lips parted with a nice, creamy sound. You turned your head away, embarrassed but Hobie found it quite lovely. You are hard and wet for him, your sweet, little cock firm behind the hood.

Hobie kissed your pelvis just above your t-dick, ending his journey to where you desired him the most. He glanced up at you and found your eyes cast away with what could only read as humiliation.

“C’mon, dove, look a’ me.” He kissed the tip of your dick and smiled as you shuddered with something of a pathetic moan. You willed yourself to look at him with timid eyes. Hobie kissed your tip again, his fingers pulling back your hood to give him more space to work. His tongue licked firm strokes between your soaked lips all the way up to your pretty cock which he licks then takes into his mouth.

He sucked on the engorged bundle of nerves, swollen and sensitive on his tongue. Hobie worships the way you cry a little, your back arching from the sheets, his tongue stroking lick after lick against the tip, each one sending jolts of pleasure throughout your heated body.

You placed one of your hands on the back of his head, not applying pressure but to give him a few encouraging scratches to his scalp. “Just like that, keep going.” Your body shows all its cards and you couldn't care in the slightest. Breathless moans and soft whimpers keep him going, keeps him sucking your pretty dick with his tongue occasionally lapping at your sweet little hole.

Hobie used his fingers to stroke between your pussy lips where you ached the most. It was easy to ease a finger in with how utterly soaked you were and with a few slow pumps, the second finger was not too far behind.

He took his time with you, unraveling you like a gift splayed out before him. He could rush, he could take what he needed but he wanted this to be slow, intimate. He needed to tell you just how much he worshiped his body of yours, how much he valued every piece of flesh you offered up to him. He needed to study you, inside and out.

Your hushed moans were beautiful and the whines the broke out between them were just the same. “My lil’ muse.” He hummed against your cock, kissing it and the flesh around it in an act of praise. His fingers worked in and out of you, curled in search of that gummy little ridge that would send you into orbit and make this all the better for you.

He knew he found it when you let out a nice, little, high-pitched moan and your whole body lept. Hobie chuckled softly, much to your dismay and rubbed you at your sweet spot right where you needed him.

“Why– fuck~ why are you always…so mean. L-laughing at me ‘n all.” You pant out, hips bucking against his soaked fingers, all your pretty, little parts rubbing against his knuckles.

“On the contrary, I think ‘m bein’ rather nice, don' you?” He kissed your belly, slowly making his way back up your body to find your lips again. “I only wanna be sweet wit’cha, luv.” His lips pecked yours once, twice, before he kissed you fully again. His fingers thrust into you, his thumb playing with your dick to keep you nice and stimulated. “You don't think ‘m bein’ sweet?”

You shook your head and he pressed his fingers into your sweet spot to make you gasp. “I-I think you’re the meanest person I know, Hobes.” You wrapped an arm around his neck to pull him in, your lips still stealing kisses from one another. “I think you’re mean peck ‘cause peck it’s your fingers inside me and not peck you.”

“I can change tha’. I can be so nice t’ya.”

You’re lucky he’s in his pajamas and not his entire getup. It’s easy to get him to pull himself out of his pants enough to reveal his length to you. He’s thick and long, nothing to make a passing statement at. He slips his fingers from your eager cunt and uses them to drag along the tip of his cock, spreading it down his length with a few sloppy strokes against his palm.

Hobie pulled you closer. You settled back against his pillows, whining a little when Hobie pulled his hand away from yours to brace himself against you. You toss your arms over his shoulders and around his neck. Your gaze is a bit more confident looking into his and Hobie kisses you softly.

You're dripping, trembling as he drags the tip of his thick cock between your soaked lips. He teased you, pressing the tip into your sopping entrance before pulling away. It coats him, your wetness, making it easier for him to slowly inch his way inside. He stretches you slowly and your nails sink into his back. You bury your face into his neck, muffling your moans.

His hands caress your body, holding you tight as if he craved that same warmth from you as well. His hips pressed flush against yours, his cock buried deep within you. He lets you adjust while he familiarizes himself with your tight cavern. Your walls hug him, imprinting every vein, every groove of him. Soft and welcoming like you've been waiting to invite him in since forever.

You two stare at each other, the warmth of one’s breath breezing over the other's supple skin. "Move." You encourage, nudging your nose against his. His hands tightened on your waist as he pulled his hips back until only the tip remained inside before surging them forward. He liked being soft with you, liked touching you like you were one of his drawings, like you would smudge if he pressed too hard.

You didn't mind slow or careful. It made you feel all that more special, like you were worth taking up that time where he could be doing other things. He kept his strokes paced, gentle. The soft slapping of skin mingles with your moans that fill the room.

"Hobie~" You claw at his back, leaving your mark on him in bright red lines that cover his skin. His cock filled you to the brim, pressing every point of pleasure along the way to his tip kissing your cervix. Hobie’s size was nothing to laugh at. He touched places never before discovered, his hips rutting into yours in firm, paced strokes.

He pressed his against the side of your head. Your shampoo was nice, lavender and vanilla he supposed. Hobie made a mental note to write that down in his sketchbook with all his other notes about you.

Hobie smelled like subtle cologne and natural musk. It's comforting, not overwhelming or violently invading your nose. You kiss his neck, along his sharp jaw, and over his prominent Adams Apple. Your teeth nip softly over his supple flesh, easily able to leave hickeys on his skin, smooth as paper.

Your moans are like music to his ears. High-pitched and uneven. With each thrust, he's rewarded with such a beautiful sound. You chew on your bottom lip in attempt to contain them but he doesn't like it. "Uh-uh, I wanna hear you. Don't deny me such a beautiful sound." He reaches up and pulls your lip from your teeth with his own. A spark.

Hobie took your hand with his much larger one and laced your fingers with his like before. He pinned your hand to the bed, rubbing off graphite onto your skin, his mark on you, his love on you. “Am I nice enough now?”

You nod, “so nice~”. You sighed out, pulling him in and tucking your face into the crook of his neck. “So good.” You murmured against his skin, sucking on that piece of flesh to calm yourself. His strokes were deep, solid, unquestionable in his dedication to his craft.

He kisses your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, then your lips, a innocent little kiss that belies the way he’s fucking you right now, his pelvis rubbing your dick with every roll of his hips.

His hand touches the side of your face, skimming it, holding it, worshiping it as if he were drawing. Your eyes fluttered softly, your lips parted to let out a shaky breath and your eyes admire him the way he admires you, like an artist looking at its masterpiece.

Hobie’s hand trails down the length of your body and reaches between your bodies to touch your dick. He strokes it between his fingers, smirking at the way you cry into the bend of his neck and take the time to bite. You sink your teeth into smooth muscle, tongue lavishing over smoother skin. You’ll undoubtedly lean your mark and he wouldn't have it any other way.

You were so sweet too, so sweet to tell him before you came in short, fast pants. You begged in soft “please”s for him to keep going. “Jus’ like that.” Your legs hooked over his slender hips to keep him in close.

Your mind went hazy with the rush of your climax, your body tensed and rolled with the waves of it. That pretty pussy of your clamped down around Hobie’s full cock, stroking him in beautiful subtly pulses that coaxed him towards his own orgasm.

“Ya wan’ me to cum wit’cha, pretty boy?”

You nod and whine, nails sinking into the back of his neck. Your legs tuck in and pull his hips closer and oh those silky walls of your milked him so nice and thoroughly he couldn't help but to cum.

Hobie didn't mean to cum inside, didn't mean to sully your body with his spunk. He didn't want to ruin you, ruin the temple of your body but God, he couldn't help it and you weren't letting him move.

And oh, he didn't mean to get so sappy, didn't mean to lift your intertwined hands and kiss the back of yours as he came deep inside, hot cum rushing to fill you to the brim. He sighed with pleasure and contentment and looked you in the eyes. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, luv. My lil’ muse.”

He rolled over with you still holding on to him, slipping from his little sanctuary between your legs with a wet pop. He readjusted himself, made himself decent before kissing you on the head.

God, what would this mean for your friendship? Would this become a regular thing? Did this make you something more. You were too afraid to say anything in fear of ruining the quiet serenity of the moment.

“You got what you need for your drawing?” You ask innocently, as if he did all of this for some damn drawing. Hobie scoffed against your scalp and pulled away to look at you. “Yeah, but ‘m no’ in the mood to draw anymore. Jus’ lemme hold’ja, yeah, dove?”

You could let him do that.

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dhrubajjj · 7 months

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octaninelle pirate au/seven seas au!

so the idea for these guys is that their ship is one of those on water restaurants, like the baratie from one piece if u know what im talking about. Also the lil shell bit in the ship that i sketched up is where azul's office, i might tweak the ship design but it works for now.

azul - he was the easiest to design since it was heavily based off of his masquerade outfit and i gave him ursula's earrings. in his merform he's probably something like the kraken and he talks about the ship like how people talk about their cars, the ones that like talk about it like it's their child.

also i haven't been able to get that drabble abt idia and azul meeting in a pub and playing cards together. they probably meet in the mostro lounge instead of a random pub and play some magical card fusion of hearthstone + that tcg game from genshin.

jade - he's got a lil mushroom pin and also he's wearing pants that look like a skirt. i gave him a jellyfish haircut and pulled it into the ponytail because a lil voice whispered in my ear and it only felt right. every couple of weeks jade will grow mushrooms in some part of the boat and then azul or floyd will find it and get rid of them, then there's mushroom dishes on the menu for like months.

floyd - personally to me he looks a lil outta place since he's dressed less formally than jade or azul but that's fine. he does have a suit like how jade and azul has one but it's a battle to get him to actually wear it (+ when he does wear it, tends to put him in a nasty mood for a bit). i kept his clothes loose cuz of that and gave him a bunch of shiny jewelry also he has those fidget rings that have the spinny middle part.

i can see him working in the bar rather than taking orders or serving food and floyd probably brags about all his scars to his clients whenever he gets the chance (the scar on his face was from riddle, they had a lovers spat </3)

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calilk · 4 months

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mermaid boat boys, ft a boat

my gift for @theslyvoid9 for @mcytblrholidayexchange

ramblings, process and doodles under the cut

this was sosososos fun to do. i got the prompt and was immediately SO exited and motivated. however i had a large art piece to finish for school so didn’t manage to start properly for a good few weeks. however i DID do initial doodle ideas and composition plans, mostly during class, that are pictured below

by the time i could start in earnest, i’d lost quite a bit of motivation and was struggling a LOT with the sketch and proper proportions, so i didn’t start properly until a week or so before the deadline. oops, sorry this is so late.

this was my first quick colour draft, i was originally going to do the effect with squiggly lines that light creates under water but every time i tried it it just looked terrible so i didn’t. i also changed the positions of etho and joel.

the sketches. i struggled wayyyy to much. i think i spent like 4 hours trying to get it right. BUT i did in the end!

lineart, flats and detailing. i lost etho’s lil floaty side fins here due to my scatterbran and i mourn for them but not enough to draw another set of fins. the detailing took sooooo long and i don’t really like the boat, but don’t have the motivation nor time to change it. i also imagined some kelp winding around them to make the background more interesting but never got around to it in the end. during the detailing i spent 3 hours drawing on a laptop with the mousepad and it was the worst 3 hours of my life. never again. etho’s fins were inspired by those beta fish with the pretty fins. i love them but they were beyond horrible to draw.

shading and lighting. i played around with the opacity of the light streaming through the water but i can’t attach any more images so whelp. yippeeee it’s done. it took be 23 hours in the end and i’m proud of it!!! my giftee also suggested some cannibalism stuff and i REALLY love that idea but didn’t know how to portray it without being graphic so i didn’t go for it. HOWEVER i really want to do an autocanibalism dl pearl piece in the future so yayyy. theslyvoid if you want me to tag you in that if i do it lmk since it was one of your requests :)

#cal original #cal doodles #ITS DONEEEEEEEEEEE #boat boys #boat boys fanart #ethoslab #etho fanart #smallishbeans #smallishbeans fanart #trafficblr #double life #double life fanart #life series #traffic series #mcytblr

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insertdisc5 · 1 year

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Devlog #12: Localization Milestone and Key Art

Hello everyone! Welcome to this month’s devlog!

If you just stumbled upon this, I am Adrienne, also known as insertdisc5! I’m the developer, writer, artist, main programmer, etc of the game. The game being In Stars and Time, a timeloop RPG, which is also the next and final game in the START AGAIN series, following START AGAIN: a prologue (available here!). You can find out more about In Stars and Time here!!!

LET’S GET TO IT. This month has some localization news, as well as a breakdown on key art! What’s key art? Where do you use it? Can you eat it? Read and find out.

The first pass of the Japanese localization is done and implemented!!! You can play the whole game in Japanese from beginning to end now!!!

The next step now is the localization QA, where the localization team plays the game and makes sure the Japanese script works in context. The team got the script in an excel sheet and I tried my best to give context for scenes where I could, but playing through the game themselves allows them to get The Most Context. All Of The Context. So they can make changes to their localization so it can be the best!!!

That’s it for news. Other things are chugga-chugga-chuggin’ behind the scenes as well, and I can’t wait to share it all with you all!!!

Today’s topic-since-I-don’t-have-much-to-talk-about is: key art!

“Adrienne what on Earth is a ‘key art’” This above is the key art.

More generally (and keep in mind this is my layman self talking, I’m sure you could get a better answer elsewhere, but also you’re here, so you might as well learn something huh???), key art is The Big Art that games (and, I assume, other mediums???) use to show off their style and visuals in things such as store fronts, articles, and other such things. It’s Mario jumping in a cool way with his lil star buddy while the planets are behind him. It’s Kratos and Atreus on a boat. It’s sad Siffrin in the foreground, surrounded by stars, while his friends are having fun in the background. It’s The Art!!! It’s the first thing people see about your game!!! It needs to be cool and represent your game!!!

Here’s some examples of the key art being used for Steam store assets. Itch.io is very kind and asks for like 2 assets, but Steam asks for a whoopin’ 30 assets, all with different sizes and orientations, so it means one of the biggest things your key art should be is MODULAR AS HELL. From a massive 1440x3160 vertical banner to an itty-bitty 231x87 horizontal button (called a capsule, it’s the small banner above, and since it’s usually the first thing you see about a game it is THE MOST IMPORTANT ASSET), your key art needs to be ready for anything!!!

For the prologue, I did not plan for this very well. I learned pretty late in development that store assets for itch.io (and later, Steam) were gonna be a thing I should worry about, so I ended up deciding to use the title card art. Which, like, it worked out.

BUT! I had to redraw Siffrin to make sure their hat and body weren’t weirdly cut out, and had to remake the pixelly gradient like a thousand times for each asset to make sure it wouldn’t hide Siffrin’s face. And that’s without mentioning the hell I went through to make sure the massive title logo would fit. Why did I think “START AGAIN START AGAIN START AGAIN: a prologue” was a good title. It was so hard to make it fit in its entirety every time (because, of course, Steam asks you to show the logo in its entirety in every single asset). Why did I choose this title (I’m a Kingdom Hearts fan and my heart is rotten and thinks long titles are funny)

So since I went through hell with START AGAIN’s store assets, for ISAT I made sure to think about the key art way ahead of time teehee.

Every so often I become an absolute genius so I only had to sketch the key art once, as you can see above. You don’t need to understand it because I do and it’s all that matters. Teehee!

Here's the rough illustration! I made it to block out the shapes, and figure out where that dang logo would go. Once again, reminder: if you have text of any kind, figure out where it goes in the rough stage. Future you will thank you. I also had Siffrin look directly at the camera in this rough stage, and then figured. That it would look sadder. If Siffrin looked emo-ly to the side. I do like the look at the camera though. He Is Looking

To talk about The Meaning very quickly, I wanted to show Siffrin front and center, since the whole story is about them. And I wanted to show the whole party, but clearly separated from Siffrin- Siffrin is stuck in a time loop, feels completely apart from them, and I wanted to show that in the key art! With the expressions too- everyone else is happy or engaged in something, interacting with each other, while Siffrin is in his emo phase. And also stars everywhere. Because of course.

Here are all the layers I used- I made sure to draw them on a vector layer in Clip Studio Paint, which means the lines never become pixelated even if you zoom in a lot! As a side note, the full file for this is 4000x3000, which I thought would be too big, but is actually just the right size for all those dang assets.

I also made sure that Siffrin would look the most detailed, since I knew that while everyone could fit for the bigger pictures, for the itty-bitty small ones (or the extremely horizontal ones), I would only show off Siffrin’s face. MODULAR!!!!!

In the end this key art worked pretty well to make the store assets, but if I could talk to past me I would tell them. Make the circle bg taller so it’d fit the more vertical assets. And find a way to leave more space for the characters in the background. I had to remove them/rotate them/zoom them out very often because Siffrin hides them too much because Siffrin is just too dang big. But that’s still manageable, past me. You did a good job past me

So, TLDR, from my experience, what you need to keep in mind when making your key art is:

-make sure it has enough layers to be able to move things around as needed, but not so many layers that you become lost

-fun art that represents your game and its vibe well

-cool everywhere, but able to get by if you zoom in on one thing (which usually for ISAT’s assets is Siffrin’s face)

-able to work in a vertical and horizontal format and at many different sizes

I hope my key art made people interested enough in the game to try to find out more!!

That’s all I have to say for today! Let me know if you have any questions, or if there’s any aspect of the game development struggle you’d like me to talk about! See you next time!!!

AND DON’T FORGET TO WISHLIST THE GAME ON STEAM ALSO IT REALLY HELPS BECAUSE STEAM’S ALGORITHM IS MORE LIKELY TO SHOW OFF GAMES WITH A HIGH AMOUNT OF WISHLISTS THAT’S THE REASON WHY GAME DEVS ALWAYS ASK TO WISHLIST!!! OKAY BYE!!!!

#devlog #indie dev #in stars and time #start again start again start again #indie game #reference #video games #sorry if the post breaks i had to format this whole post on my phone. pelease clap

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mundivagantsoul · 7 months

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Current Fics

✩ Bookshopist Moon Boys ✩

Working in a bookshop with our beloved boys

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WIP List (Hiatus)

Dancing Queen (Moon Knight System x Reader)

Mamma Mia AU

Downtown (Jake Lockley x Reader)

Car karaoke with our favourite cabby

Rainbow Road (Moon Knight System x Reader)

Playing Mario Kart together

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Artworks

Steven Sketch

Guitar + Lil Headcanon

Boat Marc

Miguel O’Hara

#steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight #moonknight #mundivagantsoul masterlist

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tinfairies · 4 months

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A Coral sketch

Definitely gotta clean it up some more but I think I'm gonna color it

Also might do a lil character study on her hands bc I just know they're covered in little scars from working on fishing boats her whole life

God I love her

#coral tbosas #tbosas fanart #Tbosas #The ballad of songbirds and snakes #tin art

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vela-pulsars · 2 years

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Sketched a lil theory I had because I love the idea of ancestors and skykids having fantasy logic levels of anatomy and basically being lantern folks. Hollow inside for light and warmth :]

Explaining my reasoning and thoughts under the cut, it's a bit long.

I never really liked when people went into the trope of losing magic when growing up to explain why ancestors (who pretty much represent "adults" in that game) are flightless, because it makes people afraid of growing up and missing out on their youth.

I think both youth and adulthood have their pros and cons. As a kid you might feel lighter because (ideally) you're safe and taken care of, you're given space to mess up and try things, and you're new in a world bigger than you can imagine. As an adult, you're toughened up by experience so you're less vulnerable to the horrors that you were spared from as a child. You're less sheltered, but also free. You hopefully have a better vision of who you are and what you want, staying critical of your surroundings.

It could be the same with ancestors and skykids, who I headcanon as different because while they represent the old generation ("adults") whose legacy is inherited by the new generation ("children"), that doesn't necessarily mean older skykids would lose their wings if they grew up. Rather, I think they are simply built different.

The ancestors could be made from heavier but sturdier material. They could withstand darkness for longer than skykids (see how Crab Whisperer walks through the polluted muddy waters of the shipwreck) at the cost of being less receptive to attempts at recharging their light, which would fit the concept art where they grew detached from and less attuned to the Light. Perhaps they were more reluctant to be vulnerable in a world getting more hostile as well, isolating them further and starting a viscious cycle of distrust.

In contrast, skykids could be made from fragile but lighter materials. They can take off with the slightest breeze, and have no problem mutually recharging eachother and taking in light from their surroundings. They're more vulnerable to darkness, but in groups they can survive it. It would also fit the contrast between the strenght in numbers of skykids getting them through trials, and how following the hero's journey crushes a single person with the fate of the world much like ancestors relying on themselves alone when they ran out of light and reaching a critical point above their darkness tolerance were doomed to fail.

I think the power of flight comes from Skykids just being built to be featherweights, but it symbolically represents connection; we see from ruins and murals flying boats were omnipresent, and in concept art you can see water is sacred in Sky (interesting how it's what harms you in Forest and Wasteland) so I like to think fluid elements (air and water) as well as what is used to navigate them (boats and large light creatures) would have some importance beyond transportation to ancestors, perhaps they were linked to the Light as well since it represents connection ! Rivers and seas irl were used worldwide since ancient times for trade and even as roads, and nowadays we took that to the sky... Skykids could be meant to succeed where ancestors failed, because in Sky, alone and isolated we struggle, connected together we soar.

Interesting fact, in the help menu for emotes, the game refers to the spirits as "your ancestors"... And with the whole death and rebirth thing, could it be that we play reincarnated ancestors ? The Light seems to go in cycles, carried by light creature migrations, ancestors before they sedentarized and now skykids, from the farthest reaches of the kingdom to Eden where it will ascend to the stars then rain back down on the world.

Like a drop of water making its way down to the sea then going back up the mountains with clouds to complete the cycle again, perhaps skykids are, in a way, the incarnation of the dreams of flight of ancestors if not their reincarnation within that river of light.

Hence why I think they would be similar to eachother, and really like how poetic it would be if they were like lanterns.

#sky: children of the light #thatskygame #sky:cotl #sky spoilers

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dtupdates-archive · 8 months

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♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart (pt. 3)! He liked:

songwriting sessions

souproll my fav ship

until I end up dead 💤

puppys ૮ ・ﻌ・ა !!

🌙

Plush dream dying in a glue trap

🤠‼️

wasnt able to do a full drawing today so here 2 i did on the boat !!

hi :)

to whoever wants to hear 💚

Dream Team together at last

C H A O S

plushie day! collect them all 🕹️✨

Hug🫶

Type 1 2 3 for DreamNap

Certified dnf artist 💚💙

HUBRIS VOL. 0 PART 1 (of 4)

Everest 🏔️

historians will say they were just best friends 💚💙

fine a wip i never finished

while i was listening to the dream space i was drawing dream in space 🪐

Guys with hats am I right?

Loved @/TunaMuffin Whimsy Dteam designs sm I had to draw them ✨🌸

who is he talking to 0_o ??

i was bored and missed doing art so i decided to do a super quick messy dnf sketch just because and they're kinda cute, just two little guys 🍄

happy birthday dream! 💚🪐✨

This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water.

found a lil guy 🔍✨

Cat beanie/crochet update!

"Living in our virtual lives"

dream here's an edit of patches bc anyone can be under the mask

//WIP hopefully I'll finish this by tomorrow 🤯

Reborn from stone

#dt.update #dranart #dreamwastaken

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phantomarine · 10 months

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What’s your favorite ship ( boats ) in phatomarine

For having a seafaring comic I have fully designed a downright sad number of boats (three). So I'll just talk about what I like about each one.

Mantaluna (the main ship that everyone is on): I love the external design, even if the sails really make no sense and would be a nightmare to actually maneuver. I love the dining room design and Phaedra's bedroom/study was tons of fun to lay out. I'm excited to spend more time on it! We're gonna spend a lot of time on it...

Golden Feronia (Vanna's ship): The most basic exterior but the best interior, IMHO. I loved drawing all her little trinkets and plants and vials, and all the nooks and crannies that Pavel could potentially hide/sleep in. It's modeled after a boat owned by one of my teachers in animation school, which he'd take the class out on every summer. The best boat for utility!

Pandion (Halea's lil boat): It's small and spooky and I want to design the interior someday - it's probably pretty decadent (and probably smells like cigarette smoke). It's meant to look a little like an Egyptian funerary barque.

I should honestly just clean up a bunch of my old boat sketches and give them silly names and stick them in random spots in the comic. This was a good reminder to do so. Thank you!

#phantomarine #ask response

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thetrashywritingwitch · 4 months

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hii trashy! was rereading bsjfm and i wanna know more on how you think bakugou dresses 😆 the outfit he wore described in ch 46 sounded very coastal grandson imo super cute!

google "coastal grandson"

yeah this tracks this fit is too sick. the bib? LE. customized boat. off center glasses. the onesie. you're right this is 100% his birthday outfit

but FR OK lkjals;dkjf i made that lil sketch at the end of ch 45 just him from the back but i have MANY MANY ideas for aesthetic, outfits, casual to formal, etc. dress up paper doll Katsuki...

MAKES ME WANNA DRAW HIM IN CUTE OUTFITS!!!!!!!

#bsjfm #trashy answers #i really should tbh #i havven't drawn him nearly enough damn what kinda blorbo lover am i really

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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🌈 because I asked you the same one as someone else like an absolute melt

A melt 🤣🤣🤣you weren't to know silly bean. But thank you!!!

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

Oh gosh, well I worked real hard on The Legend of Long Dong Laufeyson.

You know in the Sex and the City Movie (1) where she and Big are gonna have a small wedding and then she gets the Vera Wang dress and she's all "the dress changed everything" - well I was gonna just write a lil casual pirate loki fic and then I thought of the NAME and the name changed everything 🤣🤣

I was like....this has to be perfect for this name. And then the mental images started coming so I had it all researched. The boats, the geography of Nassau even though it doesn't really feature, sketches of the bar and the port, the unspoken implications of Loki's legend, the crewplicutes logistics..it needed to be just so.

I'm really proud of it 😊x

FYI @gigglingtigger @lovelysizzlingbluebird

#real fic writer asks

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softforloki · 2 years

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A lil request! If you want to write!! Can you write one where reader and loki sketching and painting together?! Like a small date they decided to go near lake!!

Well well well. If it isn't me finally getting some goddamn work done.

Been putting this off because I haven't felt like writing much lately, but this is a super cute idea and I'm ready to crank something out!

Summery: You invite Loki to join you while you paint a landscape. He decides he'd rather put you to paper instead.

Word Count: 1,512

Warnings: Mild angst. Like SUPER mild. Like a smidgeon of angst. But mostly fluff

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Paint, Pencils, and Precious Love

It was astonishing what you could do with a palette of fifty-two colors.

You sat in the grass, legs folded comfortably as you studied you painting, propped up in the small easel. Your paintbrush dangled from you teeth, and your brows furrowed in contemplation. Your eyes darted between your landscape and the watercolor palette balanced on your knee, planning your next move.

Loki set down his sketch pad and slid his pencil in the metal spiral holding the pages for safekeeping. He craned his neck to see your work. The painting was done in greens and blues, and depicted the lake you sat at. The water was calm and serene, and reflected the image of the old tree that hung over it. You'd even added little ducks and a boat on the lake.

"It's lovely, darling." He commented, pulling your scrutinizing eyes away and to him.

"It needs something." You replied testily. "It needs more color, but I don't know how to work it in."

You turned the easel so he could see it better. Loki privately thought that every piece you created was perfect no matter what, but he assessed the work nonetheless, your words turning over and over in his head.

"You could take some liberties over here and add different plant life," He suggested, gesturing to the grassy riverbank. "Add some flowers, or perhaps make the tree bear some sort of fruit."

You tilted the painting back towards yourself, eyes narrows as you considered. "That could actually work," you murmured, tapping the bristles of your brush gently to a color in your palette.

Loki smiled softly as he watched you return to your work, newly invigorated. He picked his sketch pad back up to resume his own project.

His smile only grew when you peered back up at him from the pages. He'd drawn you exactly as you were: lovely and ethereal, with your paintbrush hovering above the canvas as your lips curved upwards in calm relaxation.

He retrieved his pencil and continued shading the tiny squares of paint on the palette in your hand. It wasn't easy drawing a thirty-two color set with a single pencil, but Loki was careful to adjust the force of the lead on his paper to represent the different colors with as many different variations and shades of gray as he could.

When you'd invited Loki to come with you on your latest on-location painting expedition, how could he have refused? He loved watching you work, and felt honored that you even let him be in your presence when you painted. He'd developed a fond devotion for the quiet stretches of time when he watched you do magic with your medium, or when you were both working on individual projects.

The lake you'd taken him to was beautiful and picturesque, but after a few minutes of attempting to put it to paper, he'd found himself quite distracted. Loki had abandoned the lake in favor of capturing a far more exquisite likeness: you.

When he was satisfied, he placed the pad in the grass and focused all his attention on you. Your lips were pursed in concentration and you leaned over your canvas as you moved your brush in careful, concentrated strokes. Loki leaned over to see what it was you were detailing when you quickly shifted the painting away from him.

"No peeking!" You admonished, flicking your brush at him. He scoffed in indignation as tiny speckles of pink appeared on his gray sweater. With a roll of his eyes and a wave of his hand the paint vanished.

"Fine then," he huffed, deliberately placing his sketch pad facedown in retaliation. "Keep your secrets."

"I shall." You stuck your tongue out at him.

Loki playfully tossed his pencil at your head, only for you to catch it between your pointer and middle finger. You met his gaze again, arching an eyebrow. "I'm keeping this."

"Do with it as you will; I'm finished."

"Really? How'd it go?"

"Perfectly. I'm very pleased with how it turned out."

"Awesome! Give me like five minutes and we can do a grand reveal."

"Take your time, love." Loki settled his chin in his hand and watched you continue.

You refocused on your work, but your eyes kept flickering over the canvas to look at him. Loki tried to suppress the smile that threatened to overtake him every time your eyes met his.

"Cut that out," You demanded.

"Cut what out?"

"You're staring at me! It's distracting."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Am I supposed to just not look at you?"

"That's exactly what you're supposed to do."

He groaned, flopping dramatically on his back to stare up at the sky. "Will this suffice?"

You giggled. "Perfectly amendable." You agreed.

Though he could no longer see your face, Loki felt his heart soar. He sighed, cushioning his hands behind his head and shutting his eyes.

After a few minutes of quiet, he felt something poke his cheek. He cracked an eye open to see you leaning over him, gently pressing the end of your paintbrush into his skin. "Ready when you are, captain." You grinned down at him.

Loki pushed himself up, capturing your lips in his own. He savored your quiet squeak of surprise as he slide his fingers up your arm. "You're transcendent," he murmured against your lips, as if in explanation.

"You haven't even seen it yet," You laugh breathlessly.

"I'm not talking about the painting, though I'm sure it's a masterpiece." He hummed, trailing his fingers over your shoulder, neck, and gently resting his hand on your cheek. "You are magnificent, darling. You're the masterpiece."

You ducked your head a little, averting your gaze. He let you hide your face in his shoulder, gripping his waist. Loki didn't fully understand why you seemed embarrassed or felt the need to retreat whenever he praised you, but he found your trepidation endearing and mildly heartbreaking. It was as though you didn't believe you were worthy of admiration. It made him want to scour the cosmos in search of the more priceless treasures to present to you. He wanted to seat you upon a throne of gold and wait on you hand and foot.

He wanted to show you that you were worthy of everything the universe had to offer, and so much more.

"Will you show me what you've done, now?" Loki asked quietly, stroking your back gently.

You pulled back, nodding mutely. You rubbed your hand across your eyes, sniffing a little. You leaned over to carefully grab your canvas.

He gently took the proffered painting. You'd painted little pink blossoms on the tree, turning it into an apple tree. You'd even added a few fallen petals laying on the surface of the lake.

"I really liked your fruit tree idea, but I figured that since this is a landscape in spring, it wouldn't be fully ripe, and I'm pretty good at apple blossoms, so I decided to go with that." You rambled as Loki studied canvas. "I also like that the pink adds just enough of a pop of color, it looks really good with the greens and blues."

"It's gorgeous. I love it. You're absolutely right- the apple tree ties it all together perfectly."

You finally relaxed, smiling shyly at him. You murmured your thanks as he passed the painting back. "Can I see yours now?" You ask quietly.

Loki smiled warmly at you, retrieving his sketch and handing it to you. His smile only grew as your eyes widened upon seeing just what he'd drawn.

"Oh, wow." You breathed. "Wow. I didn't....oh. Oh my gosh. This is.... oh my gosh, Loki."

He chuckled as you continued to sputter though some sort of a reaction, his expression growing fond as you looked back and forth between him and the sketch. "Yes?" He prompted.

"I thought you were drawing..." Your gaze flicked to the real-life lake and tree and them back to him.

"I started with that," He admitted, leaning closer and resting his chin on your shoulder to peer at his work. "But then I realized you were a much more desirable subject."

You wriggled closer to Loki, your back pressing against his chest. You nuzzled your nose into his cheek, whining softly in bashfulness. He wrapped his arms around your middle in return, smiling into your skin.

"Can I keep it?" You asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Only if I can keep yours." He replied.

You nodded against him, glancing up to catch his gaze. "I was gonna give it to you, anyway."

Loki laughed, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder and neck. "Lovely, precious thing." He breathed into you. "My most spectacular, dearest, darling.

He he continued speaking words of praise and poetry into your skin. He held you tightly and loved you so fiercely that you shook from the intensity of it all.

"You're so good, Loki." You whispered. "You're so good to me. I love you."

"And I love you. I'll love you until the end of time."

#loki #loki layfeson #loki odinson #loki friggason #loki x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki friggason x reader #loki marvel #marvel loki #marvel loki x reader #loki fluff #loki x reader fluff

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