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hanasnx · 1 month

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vertigo flowers.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: the header is from @/teefumz on tiktok and instagram. i couldn’t find anything about their rules on reposts used for personal reasons such as this which is why i really stress go check out the original artist on their platforms linked. WARNINGS: human!mordecai | fem reader | unestablished relationship | sexual content | premature ejaculation | praise | handjob.

"That's a cool shirt, by the way."

The compliment draws your gaze down to glance at the graphic on your top, cut-up and worn Fist Pump merch. "Thanks." you respond, voice raised over the natural din of the party. The guy who's been talking you up—said his name is MORDECAI—stands awkwardly tall alongside you, long ringed fingers messing with the rim of his red solo cup. There's an obligation to keep the conversation going, and you're not actually interested, but you ask anyway, "Who do you know here?"

His brows peak in question, and when you sigh with a roll of your eyes he's taken aback by how you don't walk away, instead you lean in. Tentatively, he mirrors you, afraid to make the wrong move as you incline towards his ear, and he lends it to you.

"Who do you know here?" you repeat, and your breath washes over the sheen of sweat on his neck, weighing down the black hair at his nape. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he would've audibly swallowed if not for the loud music. Your body heat radiates onto him, he can feel the sensation of your presence inches away from him, and you're hot—not just in the temperature sense. His jeans hurt.

"Uh," He scans the party until he comes across the unmistakable spotlight of his coworker, shirtless and lassoing said shirt above his head. "Muscle Man." he replies, glancing back at you before realizing how close you are still. His eyes widen and he straightens abruptly, smoothing a hand over his dyed blue hair, and a curl forms to your lips. To avert his eyes, he refocuses on the cocky display of his peer in the center of a circle of partygoers. Muscle Man knows how to entertain a crowd. "D'you know him?"

"Yeah, I'd say so." you reply in a way that pushes Mordecai out of his own mind for a second. Muscle Man also has game.

"Why'd you say it like that? Did you date him or something?" he jokes, scoffing at first. As if Rigby were right next to him, he's expecting some form of banter, momentarily slipping his mind he's in the company of a pretty girl. His lips part, snapping his neck in your direction, anticipating your twisted expression of confusion. Instead, it's the first time your countenance melts into an easy smile, hitting him softly on the arm.

"Shut up, I did not." you tell him, and relief washes over him at his stroke of good luck.

His disbelief at that good luck only grows when later on you lead him to some dark corner of the party by his skinny black tie. Somehow, he'd stumbled his way onto charming you, and he thanks whatever god is smiling down at him for sending him a hot girl that's not afraid to make a move.

"I like your voice." you tell him through heated kisses, using the collar of his white button-up to tug him to you. "Keep talking to me." the command in your sweet voice makes his eyes flutter as he draws his snake bites through his teeth, letting you slot yourself between his neck and shoulder to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down.

"What should I say?" he asks, clutching onto your waist to ground himself as your teeth scrape against his pulse point.

"Anything you want." you goad, your nose grazing his sensitive skin. You suck on him, tonguing the reddening spot in your mouth as he goes limp under your touch, head lulling back.

The panic in his chest to get this right urges him to think of something, but his blank mind betrays him. Kneading your flesh in his hands, he presses you to his crotch incidentally, and a deep moan reverberates from low in his throat at the contact. You hum against him, kissing on the tender area you created by your ministrations and he sucks in a breath. "You're hot. You're so hot, I can't believe you're talking to me." he rambles, and he feels you chuckle on him squished this close together. He uses the wall behind you, easing you against it as his hand treads to your hip, dragging your skirt down an inch. The exposed skin against the heel of his palm sets it on fire, and he hopes you can't feel him sweat. Between the heat of this party and bodies melting together, he's still embarrassed. He occupies that nervous energy doing as he's told. "You're way out of my league, no one's gonna believe me when I tell 'em what I'm doing right now."

His pathetic babblings make you grin, and you overlay your hands on his, directing them for him. The strings of your thong lay high over your hipbones, cresting underneath your Fist Pump top. So you show him, curling those long fingers under the strings and his breath hitches in his throat. Standing on your toes, you roll your abdomen to grind on him, demonstrating what you want. Loud guitars grate your ears as you move against him, and his fist forms around the waistline of your panties as if to ground himself again. He's too excited, hard in his pants which you can feel through your clothes, and it encourages you.

A thump sounds next to you, and you glance up at the source. His forehead is stamped against the space next to your head, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he humps you. Lips near your ear keep talking to you, "Kinda wanna fuck you right now." A thrill shoots through you, but you let him run his mouth. "I don't care it's a party, I don't care if someone sees. Couldn't care less about finding a bathroom, I wanna fuck you right now."

You bite down onto your lower lip, craning your neck to keep yourself afloat above his shoulder. He's so much taller than you, but you're able to reach down, wedging between your impossibly close bodies to fiddle with his jeans. He retract his pelvis, letting you do it, and when you palm him another one of your favorite noises pours right out of him. Hyper-sensitive and completely pliant, he lets you feel him up, massaging him through his plaid boxers. "Oh, my God." he exhales, raising his arm to bang his fist against the wall. You jump from the noise, and your eyes follow the lean muscle of his bicep and the corded veins and tendons of his forearm.

Unconsciously, you squeeze, and he whimpers, rutting into your hand as you cup him. Fucking himself using your hand as he speaks nothing but incoherent grateful praises, mixed with desperate "Just like that"s. He's swollen as he can be, and he doesn't realize it before he's pushed himself over the edge, full body contractions pass through him as his dick twitches in your grip, painting the inside of his boxers with his cum. A string of curses leave his lips, humiliated that he'd do such a thing, but you give him your number for another chance.

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ghouljams · 3 months

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Bad news I just watched the VVitch and I have fae!Price and Witch thoughts.

You stand at the edge of the forest, the shadows within lengthening with the path of the sun. You hold your cloak tight around your shoulders, keep your eyes fixed on a single point. A crossing of branches. You've seen it once before, the way the leaves around them seem to twist and draw other branches in. Fae signs. Proof of magic in the area. Magic you want.

The shadows grow longer, the chill of evening settling in now, you haven't moved in hours. If your patience does not prove fruitful tonight you'll come again tomorrow, and tomorrow, until you get what you want. You have always relied on your own determination to make the impossible happen. Still, as you feel the sun's rays begin to sink below the horizon you feel your confidence wavering. Perhaps no one will come.

It's with the soft purple light of dusk that you hear it: the silent whisper of the forest. A low voice that rumbles in your chest, strokes over your cheeks. "What do you want?" It asks.

"What can you offer?" I don't want to be alone anymore, you think, tamping down your desires before the voice can hear them.

"The morning, the afternoon, the evening," the voice seems to smile, skirting around your perception, "a new perspective on the world, a pretty dress, a quiet hearth."

"Magic," you whisper to yourself, bidden by the voice to offer your own plea.

"For a price," it agrees, "You'd never know anything else." Not loss or heartache, never loneliness or isolation. You tip your head when fingers skate along your neck, eyes closing as they trace your jaw, grip your chin. "You are a pretty thing, aren't you?"

There's a man in front of you when you open your eyes. Tall, handsome, he has a beard to hide his mouth and eyes like the winter's sky. You blink at him, it would be polite to thank him for the compliment if he weren't fae. That knowledge doesn't stop the way your cheeks heat up at his continued staring. His rapt attention feels heavier than the stones you village would use to crush you if they knew what you were doing. Thank God they don't.

"You still believe in god?" The man asks, as if he could hear your thoughts.

"I don't know what I believe," honesty, you have the strangest feeling that you wouldn't be able to lie to this man.

"Is that why you came to me?"

"You have something I want," you tell him, "magic, freedom."

He tips his head, regarding you with a smirk, it's strange the chill the heat in his eyes sends down your spine. "Magic won't give you what you're looking for," he tells you in return, "but alright."

You can't help the smile that splits your face. Riddles or not, price or no, you're getting what you want. Something of your own, making the stupid choice for once in your life.

"I look forward to seeing what you do with it," the fae man tells you. You barely have the time to ask how you're supposed to do anything when you don't have it yet, before he kisses you. Pulls you in with an arm around your waist and kisses you as your fingers leave your cloak and twist into his shirt. It's a rush, like being dunked into cold water, your body filling with an unknown that seeps into every crack and corner. Magic that tingles and shivers in the tips of your fingers and the shake of your breath. He lets you go and you twitch to pull him in again, only to be met with a low chuckle.

"Next time little witch," he tells you, ghosting his lips over yours, "good luck."

He's gone when you open your eyes.

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adnauseum11 · 7 days

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Non- Mission Essential (John Price x Reader)

John owes Kate a dinner and makes good on his promise. You are introduced to people from John's work life.

3k words

CW: swearing

This work is part of the S.N.A.F.U series, the Masterlist is pinned to my blog

The restaurant is based off a real one that exists elsewhere in the world. It's a sumptuous affair so it's sprawled over two chapters.

If it wasn't clear that I grew up before cell phones, this chapter should solidify that. I'm roughly the same vintage as John and can confirm life before caller ID and knowing who is calling.

Feedback welcome!

The evening is lit up by streetlamps by the time you arrive at the Chop House for dinner, the cold air heavy with threatening snow. The sidewalks gleam wet under the streetlamps and headlights of the passing traffic. John looks dapper in a dark grey three-piece suit, the tie and handkerchief patterned with a deep green that compliments your dress. You had smugly assumed John would be the problem tonight, his gaze heating every time he caught a glimpse of velvet stretched over your curves as you got ready.

He had been preoccupied with getting himself dressed so he had missed your initial lingerie selection, a strapless bra and no panties – the dress too tight for anything else without showing lines. Not much escapes the big man’s notice but you are thankful that seems to have flown under his radar, although with his inclination to be handsy with you, you wonder how long your luck will hold. As it turns out, however, the tailored lines of his suit keep drawing your eye, distracting you completely. His broad shoulders fill out the jacket like it was molded to his measurements with exacting precision. He’s caught you out twice so far, not paying attention at all to what he’s saying, wrapped up in fantasies that glaze over your eyes. The second time he smiled deeply, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he gently jolted you out of your X-rated daydream to put your high heels on. You’re wearing a long black pea coat over your dress, the velvet doing a decent job of keeping your legs warm as you step out into the cool night air.

You share a secret smile with him when he helps you out of the car, the valet waiting for the door to close behind you before taking the car to be parked. You have butterflies in your stomach, wanting to make a good impression on these women. John spoke highly of both of them, although he’s only worked with Kate. His presence is soothing, an anchor to your tumultuous anxieties. You run your hand over the front of his jacket, unnecessarily smoothing his lapels down, letting your eyes wander over the material wrapped around his deltoid.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that-”

John’s voice is pitched low, for your ears only, but he gets cut off by someone calling his name. You’re slightly disappointed you don’t get to hear the rest of the threat, John’s hand landing low on your back, steering you forward.

“Kate. Michelle.”

A pair of women step towards you, one dirty blonde with shorter hair and the other slightly taller, wearing her dark, thick, curly hair slicked back, gathered into a high bun at the top of her head. It creates a halo effect, framing her face beautifully. John greets them both with brief hugs before introducing you first to Kate, the blond, and then her wife, Michelle. Kate has no jewellery aside from a wedding ring that you can see, but Michelle has golden hoop earrings that complement her honey skin and her matching wedding ring. As John advised earlier you forgo air kisses for shaking hands with them both, Kate’s grip is firm where Michelle’s is gentle.

“Shall we?”

Kate asks, her accent not as twangy as you had anticipated. John leads the way, holding the door open for your group as you file in behind him. You hand your coat over to the attendant at the coat room, waiting for the rest of the group to do the same. Kate is wearing a suit herself, a dark blue with black silk lining the slim lapels and a crisp black button-down shirt. Michelle is wearing a retro off the shoulder A-line cocktail dress, thick pleats of navy-blue fabric gathered around the waist of the skirt creating a classic feminine silhouette. A chunky gold necklace matches her earrings and catches the subdued lighting.

“Oh, I love your dress!”

Michelle says as she turns to rejoin you after handing over her own coat. You feel heat crawl over your cheeks, shooting a look at John before thanking her and telling her you were just admiring hers. John looks smug, and his hand resettles on your lower back, sparking the low simmering desire in your belly. A part of you knows you will never be able to wear this dress again without thinking of him, buried deep inside you and telling you he thought of you wearing it when he was alone, off working somewhere in the world. John’s warm hand stays on your lower back, a tactile reminder of those recent erotic memories until you reach your table, when he pulls your chair out for you.

The restaurant is styled in classic old-world opulence, the wingback chairs wrapped in leather and the table tops made of marbled quartz. Kate repeats the gesture for Michelle, pulling out the chair opposite yours for her to sit. John and Kate exchange a look you don’t understand before taking their own seats. John sits beside you, looking like the cat that got the cream. Kate notices as well.

“You’re looking well John.”

John looks up from the drink menu, casting an assessing eye over Kate before responding.

“Been resting up at home the last few days. Are you looking forward to getting home soon, Michelle?”

John redirects the conversation, and you smile to yourself. You know better, his definition of ‘resting’ in this context broad enough to include making dinner every night and doling out regular toe-curling orgasms.

“The townhome Kate’s work puts us up in when we’re here is starting to feel like home. It’s the weather I can’t get used to. This wet cold is the worst.”

Both Kate and John make sounds of agreement, but you’ve never been anywhere with any other type of cold. Isn’t snow just frozen water?

“What’s a dry cold? How is that better?”

You venture and John turns to answer but Kate beats him to it.

“A wet cold means you have to dry out first before you can warm up. Dry cold doesn’t have the moisture in the air.”

“Doesn’t get in to your bones in the same way, love.”

John adds. Kate’s face softens for a brief moment before she carries on. Her delivery style is no-nonsense but kind.

“You only really get dry cold in places with low precipitation.”

You already know better than to ask how they know this, assuming it’s something learned first-hand. You’re realizing, not for the first time, that there is a significant part of John’s life that you aren’t privy to. Silently you wonder if Michelle is equally left in the dark about her wife’s work life.

“Is it a dry cold where you live then?”

“Washington gets its fair share of precipitation but it’s nothing compared to this country. It’s a good thing the rental comes with umbrellas ‘cause we didn’t pack any.”

Michelle answers you, and you smile at her quip, agreeing that they’re more necessity than accessory here. The waiter stops by, delivering the menus and water. John looks at you for your drink order so you don’t have to raise your voice across the table and you ask for a glass of full-bodied red, letting John choose on your behalf. Kate notices everything, her vigilance reminding you somewhat of John’s inability to relax in crowded spaces. John orders himself a single malt whiskey and your glass of wine and Kate orders a gin and tonic but Michelle sticks to water which elicits a remark from John.

“Rough night last night?”

“No, we have a Doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Trying to keep the system primed. Want it to take this time. As much as I love our semi-regular jaunts across the pond, I’m ready to sit a few out.”

“You complain about not having direct access to Gregg’s sausage rolls when we’re home for longer than two weeks.” Kate deadpans, unconvinced by her wife’s statement.

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you, that’s exciting.”

John ignores Kate, and Michelle rewards his discernment with a smile. He turns to you and explains the doctor in question is a fertility doctor which crystalizes your understanding of the conversation.

“That’s very exciting! Congratulations, I hope it works out for you tomorrow. You must have a generous boss to let you travel as much as it sounds like you do.”

Michelle grins, her excitement palpable.

“Thank you, I’m nervous but looking forward to it. As far as bosses go, I own my own consulting business; I do environmental data analysis so I can work from anywhere and generate my reports. I have some university students who work in placements doing the data collecting and then we assimilate it and generate a report.”

“Oh, that’s interesting!”

“Yes, and varied, each project is a new challenge. I love it.”

“She’s highly sought after in the area, there are a lot of National Parks nearby. A lot of businesses have to do impact studies if they’re operating in or near the parks.”

Kate clarifies for you, pride bleeding into her tone.

“Well, that’s lovely, built in clientele. Is that how you two met?”

Michelle tips her head back and laughs as her wife turns slightly red, but smirks nonetheless.

“No, we met in a bar in Annapolis, her boyfriend at the time was being an asshole and I de-escalated the situation.”

Kate supplies, and you suspect that’s not entirely true given Michelle’s bout of laughter. Once she’s calmed herself, she colours in Kate’s bare bones explanation.

“I was dating a man who had a delicate ego-“

Kate scoffs but holds her tongue when Michelle shoots her a look.

“-and he didn’t like that I was thinking of quitting my job at the time to start this business. He didn’t think I could make a go of it and was going to blow my life savings. Kate listened to him berate me for about ten minutes at the bar before she brought her beer over and joined us, without asking, and proceeded to counter every negative thing that man said with a potential positive. You should have seen his face. She talked me up so much I ended up leaving the bar with her that night and broke up with him the next day. I’d never dated a woman before but the confidence was so sexy, I was like a deer in the headlights. Couldn’t look away. Still can’t.”

“Aw! that’s the definition of sweeping you off your feet-“

Kate changes the topic you before you can comment any further, clearly uncomfortable with being the object of praise.

“So, how did you and John meet?”

“Oh, nothing as romantic as that. John was mates with a boy I was seeing at the time.”

It’s John’s turn to scoff but unlike Kate he doesn’t hold his tongue, adding his two cents to the story.

“Boy is right, his mouth was writing cheques his ass couldn’t cash.”

“John.”

You admonish gently, more to keep him from getting worked up about something that happened over two decades ago than anything. He sits back, gesturing for you to continue as the waiter returns with the drinks. You wait until John requests some more time with the menus before continuing, taking your wine out of his outstretched hand smoothly as you speak.

“John found out his mate had been harassing me after we broke up. Following me home from school. Waiting for me outside shops, not taking no for an answer when I told him to leave me alone. Repeatedly calling my home and asking for me even after I told him I was done. Making my life a general hell. John caught him bullying me on the way home one day after he got back from basic training. He’d been hanging around waiting for his mates to let out from school and watched my ex badger me down the lane. John got into a fist fight with him about it. Broke his cheekbone. The ass left me alone after that but John gave me his number in case he started following me around again and we stayed in touch after that.”

John sips his whiskey, seemingly satisfied with your version of events. Kate is clearly not, however.

“How come you weren’t charged with assault? None of that is in your transcript. If the MP’s got wind of it, it would have been.”

Kate asks, clearly mystified. You can’t help but note that she’s read John’s transcript and wonder what else she knows about his life.

“The lad’s parents were convinced that the natural consequences were better than their son standing trial for a stalking charge that had multiple eyewitnesses.”

“Who convinced his parents?”

It’s your turn to ask, never having considered that part before and John slides you an even look before he answers.

“My father.”

“Ah. Well, that tracks.”

John hums in agreement with you and Kate looks from you to John and back again.

“Sounds romantic to me.”

Michelle offers and you can feel heat creeping over your face again. You had been given a front row seat to a bloody and painful exchange; it had never occurred to you to think of it as romantic. Heroic maybe, but you had attributed that to your gratefulness of having the harassment finally put to a stop.

“John was just doing the right thing. We stayed mates for years after that. We only started dating a few months ago.”

You explain to Michelle but the back of your mind is now trying to rehash the past for clues of John’s feelings. Was it romantic that he beat up your ex? As if the man in question can read your racing mind he reaches over and rests a big hand on your tense thigh, his thumb stroking over the velvet in tiny circular motions. The distraction works and redirects your attention to the present moment in time to catch Kate’s words.

“Sounds like John. Can’t watch a situation go sideways without mixing in.”

She’s looking at John with the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. The man beside you doesn’t argue, raising his whiskey in salute to the dirty blonde.

“So, you’ve known each other for a while then?”

Michelle gets the conversation back on track, her eyes bouncing between you and John.

“Oh lord, yes. I couldn’t have been more than 15 or 16 when all that went down? Put me right off dating for a while. My brother would tease me that I’d be a spinster.”

“You have a brother? What was he doing when you were being harassed?”

Kate is indignant on your behalf which is endearing, considering you barely know the woman.

“He thought it was funny. He’d answer the phone and tell me it was one of my girlfriends to get me to pick up. He’s younger than me, so thought it was all a good laugh to see me scared. My parents thought it was just teen drama and told me to sort it out myself. They both worked and weren’t around much.”

John’s hand squeezes your thigh before retreating, a comforting warmth rolling through you at his easy familiarity in front of his friends. You shoot him a smile as the waiter returns to the table to take orders. Unsurprisingly, John makes the most of this opportunity and orders a porterhouse steak. You and Michelle both order smaller servings of filet mignon, and Kate surprises you by requesting a lobster and steak combo. The women seated across from you exchange a glance, Michelle clearly wanting to say something about Kate’s ambitious selection. You hide the smile that wants to erupt behind a sip of your wine at the unspoken conversation happening across the table.

“How’s your wine, darling?”

John’s eyes are on your hand, wrapped around the stem of the wineglass you are holding aloft. You’ve painted your nails a deep red, matching your lipstick, the contrast against the green of your velvet gown eye-catching. You finally let the smile that’s been threatening to creep across your face loose, John’s distraction a small victory as far as you’re concerned.

“Very good, French this time?”

You ask, his interest in all things food and drink related an endless source of fascination to you. You suspect it’s partly due to the military food he’s been eating for half his life that drives his taste to the more refined when he’s given a choice. You trust his judgement and he’s rarely steered you wrong.

“Spanish, small vineyard.”

Kate’s new line of questioning interrupts your reply to John.

“So, you have a younger brother, what about your parents? Are they still together?”

You feel your heart drop, even though you’ve fielded this question many times over the years. It never seems to get any easier for you, nor have you developed a simple way to gloss over the loss to make it more palatable. You set the wineglass down on the table while you take a breath, forcing the smile that was stretched across your face back in to place.

“Yes, they were killed by a drunk driver in a head on collision. I’m told it was instantaneous.”

Michelle’s gasp has the smile slipping but you rally, John straightening up in concern at your side.

“Shit – I’m sorry-”

Kate tries to apologize but it’s your turn to interject, waving her concern off.

“No, it was years ago now. It’s fine, I just never know how to casually slip that in when it comes up. I’m going to freshen up before dinner arrives, excuse me, won’t you?”

Your heart is thrumming against your breastbone as you stand up, John half out of his chair before your palm on his shoulder stops him. You just need a moment alone to take a few deep breaths and recenter yourself. John’s concerned hovering will only muddy your waters.

“It’s alright, I’ll be right back.”

You reassure him quietly, your voice thin against the sudden wave of emotion. Your fingers squeeze the broad muscle of his shoulder before weaving your way across the large room to the bathrooms. You don’t have to look behind you to know John’s eyes are following you, you can feel the heat of his gaze on your back sending pinpricks of awareness through you.

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meanbossart · 4 months

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Some art-advice asks I've been meaning to reply to!

I use Clip Studio Paint Pro, though I'm not sure what tips I could give just in general. Just experiment with new things often, draw as much as your lifestyle allows, watch how other people do their work but try to avoid "Dont do THIS thing ever" type lessons and tutorials. Use as much reference as you'd like and take your time! To this day a simple sketch can still take me several hours to do depending on what it is.

Thank you so much!!! I didn't do any kind of formal art schooling but I've always been inclined towards arts and crafts, and started taking drawing semi seriously when I was about 17 (I'm 27 now). I draw a lot of inspiration from western comics and my favorite artists are jason shawn alexander and sean murphy.

Oh I'm so flattered to hear my stuff's inspired you to take up drawing again, I have a bunch of little crafty hobbies but art is by far the most fulfilling one to me - largely because you're constantly learning and improving.

You're definitely onto something already, I am constantly looking at other people's art (even If it isn't a style I would want to emulate) and analyzing how the pieces come together to create the final product. In my opinion this is pretty much the best way you can go about learning besides real-life reference drawing. You can even take something into your software of choice/print it out and trace it (just to yourself, of course) to get a sense of hand-motion and line use.

As a beginner I think there's no shame at all in taking heavy inspiration from your favorite artists, as long as you aren't straight up copying things and calling them your own. Your personal style Is likely to come out naturally, with time. That's very much how I started myself!

Also, just be patient with yourself, try to have realistic goals for your skill level while simultaneously being proud of everything you do. Even if you absolutely despise a drawing, you still drew something! And even if it doesn't feel that way you most definitely learned from it. Use learning tools and tutorials to whatever point you feel comfortable with but don't get stuck on people's arbitrary rules - unless we're talking about something tangible like real-life application of traditional art tools, things like anatomy, perspective and light are to be referenced from - but It's not the goal to emulate them 100% unless you ARE going for hyperrealism. As someone who uses a ton of reference these days, I can tell you first-hand that I often find myself straying from it on purpose to make a piece look more interesting.

Lastly, draw things you enjoy! Don't let anyone else dictate what you SHOULD be doing and don't fall into the trappings of wanting to stick to one specific style, process, or subject matter.

Good luck!!!

LOL thank you so much for your very evocative compliments! I haven't ever done a timelapse, not that I remember at least. I'm not sure how they work but I do so much of "I'm gonna try this thing 5 different ways and then decide what I like" that I'm not sure how comprehensive that would be LOL

I could put together a process showcase or something though, I feel like that might be better even, since I get to explain a little of what I'm doing through text and display how I use reference. Something to consider!

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ducktracy · 2 months

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Hi!! I'm a young adult (23) who has been interested in the animation industry for as long as I can remember. Do you have any advice on how to get yourself out there when first starting out? I haven't had a professional storyboard artist job, or have been hired for anything, and I don't feel like I would be good enough/know what I'm doing, given the chance. Sorry if this is a lengthy message, your art is just so inspiring and I'm looking for advice! Thank you so much.

do you have any advice for breaking into the animation industry? your work is really inspiring me to become a storyboard artist but I'm not sure where to start

HI HI!! THANK YOU BOTH (and anyone else who has ever asked me this) FOR REACHING OUT! it’s super kind of you and genuinely flattering to be considered enough of an authority to answer something like this 🥺

i’ve answered this a fewwww times (or at least asks similar), so i’ll link back to this post, which, tangentially, links to another post! i generally stand by what i stand. the short of it is that i didn’t go through a formal hiring process, i was nabbed from social media and it was a series of chain reactions that basically amount to “right place, right time”… BUT! also! i definitely wouldn’t whittle it down to luck and luck alone, i was picked for a reason, etc.

BUT if i had some advice, my main bullet points to reiterate are:

being easy to work with is probably one of the most important priorities. put that ego aside, be willing to learn, willing to make sacrifices, willing to make mistakes. a deadline is a deadline and you can be the most amazing artist that’s ever graced this earth, but there is no room for ego.

reach out! a lot of my animation connections before being in the industry were from me being a pesky fan lol. obviously respect boundaries and understand time and place, but if you like someone’s art? compliment it! say so! engage! share what you like! i’m not saying to bribe your way through (be genuine with your compliments obviously), but i made a lot of friends in the industry this way and that helped get more eyes on me and my work

practice makes perfect! the most trite saying of the century and the one people hate to hear the most is the one that’s the most truthful. a big reason why my storyboards have improved as they have is because i’m always doing them! i’m always drawing! you develop muscle memory, you develop shorthand, the mental blockades slowly go away—you have to be consistent, but it really does work

leading into the above point, study! make mock-up storyboards! board out a scene from a TV or movie you like and analyze it. i did it with Tom Turk and Daffy a few years back and it was such a great learning experience! i thought i knew everything there is to know about that short and yet i noticed so much more by doing that. it’s also a nice way to reduce any formalities or intimidation of storyboarding by doing things you’re comfortable with

…i swore i was just gonna do a few condensed bullets LOL. i’d still recommend going back to the link at the top of the post, as i’m sure i’m missing some things since i’m still covid-brained, BUT! just be ready willing and able to learn, practice practice practice, and keep a positive attitude! YOU’VE GOT THIS!!!!!!!! BOTH OF YA’S!!!! i believe in you!!!!! LET’S GOOOOOOOO!!!

#anonymous #asks

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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 5 months

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Julie and Saz Mush

I was gonna draw it. But I'm so fucking tired and I need to get it out of my head so bad. So take our stud beauty Saz be complimented by Julie. And down below is the song I was using as motivation.

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Saz felt like curling in on herself. She was tired. Joints that she didn't think could hurt, cussed at her. If she focused hard enough she swore a bone might just break. She morphed. She did what she was supposed to. But she was scolded regardless.

The elder morphers held the threat over her with no hesitation.

"If you're gonna blow your cover drag yourself down. Not the other soldiers." They'd hiss, so harsh spit sprayed.

"We can't afford to lose good soldiers. We can't lose what we've gained." They'd add, clawed fingers jabbing at Saz.

Elliot hadn't been there to talk them down. Or to dampen the blows of words sharpened twice. He had his own mission. And the morphers had seemed to be separating the two of them more often. Tactical moves on their part. Grating on Saz's part.

Julie though. She slid into the conversation seamlessly. Resting a surprisingly unslimy hand on the bear morpher's shoulder. Maybe to apologize for their bluntness. Maybe in attempt to soothe the rattled bear. Who's eyes had to be squeezed shut by now. Refusing to stare them down as she was reprimanded for breaking cover again.

For being the big scary target instead of the monster of stealth the elder morphers needed her to be.

Saz felt the tears well in her eyes. Refusing to let them fall. Not in front of the elder morphers. They wouldn't understand that they weren't tears of fear or anger. Maybe frustration. But those tears were for the hagfish morpher. Standing unbothered in front of the bear morpher that could peer above her head.

A soft grunt slipped past her lips. Acknowledging Julie, who had decided to sit beside her.

"Drop the gruff. That's for the missions and we're not there anymore." Julie commented unfazed, upping the volume of her music.

She rolled her eyes a bit, having been caught. She scratched at her scruff. Refusing to look at the other morpher just yet.

"Thanks for having my back." Saz spoke up, clearing her throat.

Julie smiled beside her, "Always." She hummed to herself for a minute, Saz knew it was her favorite part of the song, "Thanks for having mine during the mission."

There it was. Saz could feel the tears again. She breathed out slow and let a few slip down her face. She laughed low and soft, relieved.

"I'm going to be looking for you the next time I get in trouble." Saz said finally looking over at Julie.

She instantly looked up, away from Julie's gaze that had already been focused on her. Saz slowly got herself to look back down at the morpher. Who was actually soaked in slime. Saz bit back a snicker at the way it hung from every surface Julie had rubbed it against. It had become a fairly normal sight for Saz.

Yet the bear morpher still asked "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Julie shook her head, dragging a hand down her pants leg, "Nervous."

Saz silently nodded. And was overcome with the idea of leaving. Letting Julie recover. She could still intimidate Julie after this time. She didn't want to push her luck.

"You're fucking pretty." Julie laughed a little placing a braid behind her ear, "So sometimes I'm just nervous around you."

Saz couldn't help but to laugh. Practically beaming. She'd been worried about intimidating the morpher. Forgetting they'd been surrounded by far worse. Though it would never stop Saz from asking. She couldn't recall the last time someone called her pretty. She softly tugged at the hairs on her chin. Toothy grin rising at the compliment. She bit her own tongue not yet wanting to out she thought the same of Julie.

"Really?"

Julie laughed harder now. It melded with her music. Making it's own chorus as it ebbed to the next song.

"Definitely. You've never been complimented in one of those human cities?"

Saz couldn't stop smiling, "Never pretty. Usually 'you're so strong' or I got handsome once or twice. That one was actually really sweet." She laughed a little remembering it had been her adoptive parents that referred to her like that, "The human cities are a shitty place when you're hiding."

Julie reached out, locking pinkies with Saz. "Well I mean it. You're really really pretty. And if you sneak back and decide to stay. You gotta bring me."

Saz snorted at that, "You'd be miserable. You're so comfortable here. And it's nice not having to hide my identity all the time for sure."

Julie chuckled, "But who else will tell you you're pretty? You better not say Elliot."

Saz rested her head against Julie's, "I'd rather tough it out here. Make things right for other morphers. Everything I need's here now."

Saz peered off into the distance. Grinning again at the thought.

'Julie thinks I'm pretty.'

#writeblr #random writes #something cute #I guess a little angsty to start lol it's alright #compliment the masc/studs/butches in your life

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opereetveritate · 10 months

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Who Is Ken?

Chapter 1

"Barbie, don't look at me. I'm not deserving of it." Ken murmured. He understood what he had done now. He had let Barbie down, the only person he had sought to please for a lifetime.

"Ken,"

He wasn't listening to her. All he wanted to do was weep for his fate. But his heartbroken sobbing became even louder when he felt her gentle hand caressing his back.

"It's time!" He looked up at her.

"For what? Punishment?" She chuckled at his response, which was that of a confused five-year-old.

And oh my, that sound was divine.

Barbie's reprimands were just as lovely as her compliments. Therefore he didn't mind.

"It's time for you to discover your true self."

His eyes widened at her statement. He was crestfallen. She was still unaware that he was only living for her happiness and that she was the reason for his existence.

"Is this really what you want?"

"This isn't about me, Ken. It's about you. You deserve to be happy!"

"I merely want to be where you are, Barbie!"

Ken knew where his happiness resided. In Barbie, in one of her nods, one of her words, one of her smiles. She closed her eyes for a brief moment before speaking again.

"Each one of Kens deserves that!" Ken suppressed a smile. He was aware that Barbie would never perceive him the way he desired.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but Barbie, what's your final decision? We have to leave because it's time." The Mattel CEO asked, drawing everyone's attention to him. Ken cursed that CEO under his breath.

"What do you mean? She's already where she belongs. Right, Barbie?"

Unlike Ken, Barbie wasn't so sure. She looked confused. And then, something unexpected happened. Barbie was led out of Barbieland and eventually out of Ken's life by a ghostly woman who had appeared.

And things have not gotten any easier for him after that.

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"Hi, Ken!" The arrogant smile never left his lips. Ken chose to disregard him. Barbie wasn't present, so any quarrel between them felt senseless.

"Hi, Ken!" He said again, in a more intense and commanding tone than last time.

He knew he would go on and on with this chanting, so he turned his head and nodded at him. The arrogant Ken came and sat next to him, not even giving a damn if he wanted company at that time or not. He turned his gaze to the beach, the only place he found real peace, after Barbie, of course.

Barbie....

Just the mention of her name brought a smile to his lips.

"All you have to do is ask me, you know!"

He didn't understand what he was saying to him, and he didn't even bother to understand. Nothing gave him pleasure or happiness.

"That flip technique, I mean. If you're still interested, of course!"

"I don't have to impress anyone, Ken. But, still, thanks for the offer!" The other Ken decided not to insist because he knew that Ken wasn't his usual good self.

"What a pity! You won't be charming any girl tonight!" His comment didn't seem to touch Ken at all. He merely wanted to be alone.

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Ken no longer enjoyed the parties at Barbie's dream home. He was simply enjoying his drink while observing the other dolls dance. Little did he know that weird Barbie had decided to try her luck and come to the party just to see him.

"Hey there, handsome!" She murmured this while patting his arm. When he spun around to look at her, he almost spilled his drink.

"Did I startle you?" She asked, but Ken decided to brush it off, saying

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, social events were never really my thing. Could I sit next to you?" He didn't want her near him but couldn't do anything about it. He simply watched her taking her seat next to him, her eyes fixed on his face, a creepy smile on her face. His appetite had disappeared, so he set his drink down.

"Well, are you content with your new life now?" Ken fiddled with a pink scrunchie he had on his right wrist as he attempted to mask his discomfort at her question.

"Everything's fine!", was his final answer.

"Is that one of Barbie's?" Weird Barbie inquired, pointing to the pink scrunchie.

"Don't even think about touching that!" Ken screamed and tucked the scrunchie behind his sleeve. She understood what he was dealing with and was really careful with her next words.

"Have you ever considered taking a vacation? How exhausting it must be to work at the beach."

He looked at her, clearly interested in what she had to say.

"What do you mean?"

"You will benefit much from getting away from routine and stress."

"I got it!" She exclaimed, "How about going to the real world?"

Ken's eyes lit up with joy. He could go where his heart desired, to Barbie. Soon, his smile left his face.

"I'm not sure if this is a wise move."

"Why?" Weird Barbie asked him.

"Most likely, she wouldn't want me to go after her!"

She gave a little chuckle at his way of thinking. Always thinking of Barbie first....

"I'm sorry, who?!" Barbie asked him to stay here and seek my happy ending, but his heart longed to be with her. He now realized that living next to Barbie was the secret to his happy ending.

"Thanks, weird Barbie. Off to the real world then!" He said and ran away.

"Goodbye, Ken!" She said, waving her hand at him.

"But, wait. You never showed me what's underneath those jeans!"

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Ken made it to the real world safe and sound. With the help of a recent discovery of his called the GPS, he at last found Gloria's home. He reached Barbie's bedroom at night by climbing the walls and peered in through the window to see her sleeping soundly. He couldn't stop smiling at the view before him. He was so focused on her that he lost his balance and landed with his face on the ground. And that's how he came face to face with the harsh reality. Falling from a height in the real world can be very painful.

After hearing this noise, Gloria fled her home in terror. He observed a person on the ground. When she lifted him, she saw that it was Ken.

"What are you doing here?" She asked dumbfounded.

#barbie movie #barbie 2023 #barbie fanfic #margot barbie #ryan gosling ken #he is kenough #ken barbie #you are kenough #barbie x ken #my fiction #my writing #my stuff #cuties #pink #pink clouds

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btnclmrttn · 2 years

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Hi! Recently came across your blog and I absolutely LOVE your Saitama HC SM

Anyways I can here to request H/C With Saitama, Genos, Garou, and mumen rider (all my fucking beloved)

With a Fem!Be it friend or S/o that’s part Phoenix or is a result of a lab experiment, with a shit ton of scars from being hunted or tested on with her healing abilities (Phoenix example being like Marco from one piece, can turn into a giant blue flaming bird, and/or can turn her arms into flaming wings, have talons for feet near shit)

Please and thank you! Your amazin!

Man these animal requests are so cool I'm digging it. Thanks for asking! I'll give it my best! Sorry it took so long I've been working for days n days straight 😭

Asks the weirdest fucking questions. Nothing to do with the experiment, but like if you lay eggs or some shit

He thinks you look fucking sick when you on your flame shit

Hunters? What hunters? They've mysteriously vanished? A weirdly long strain of good luck? Who knows

If you're ever upset in anyway he always has a small fire extinguisher nearby and whips it out. Mostly to make you laugh but just in case he has no idea what phoenix's are capable of

Prick move but he's always buying sunflower seeds or nuts and giving them to you. The fact he's spending money to joke with you though shows he does like you and thinks of you often

If you got bird feets, it doesn't bother him. However, you CAN bother him if you like grab his knee with them or something it gives him the creeps

Also asks weird questions but he has answered most himself thankfully. By hyper analysing everything of you, of course

Trauma bonding! Woo hoo! (Not rly woo hoo y'all just find good connection with that)

Anyone that even stares too long is at risk of being deleted. Watch out for his canons

Can you heal a cyborg? Maybe? Y'all both wondering but by the time you find out he got his ass mowed he's at Kuseno's already.

The people that experimented on you are also now on his revenge list. You're not talking him out of it if you wanted to try.

Lots of drawings of you n your bird anatomy fill his notebook. He just thinks you're hella cool tbh.

He knows exactly how many scars and marks are on your body and WILL detect if there's a new one so to save you trouble just call/text him if something happens. Whether it was a hunter or you hurt yourself on accident

Oh lawd, this boi

He is extremely protective and defensive of you. Absolutely no one will lay a hand on you like that ever again

Straight up will just snap their neck or something unnecessarily overkill he has zero humanity for the hunters after you

Sometimes you'll catch him staring at your scars, but he won't admit it. He isn't trying to be rude. He just can't imagine how you got them specifically and it bothers him

Also trauma bonding but he has the vibe where he jokes about it and continues his day like nothing is wrong

Refuses. REFUSES to let you heal him if he's injured. He doesn't want to use you in any way.

If you wait till he falls asleep and just heal him a tad he won't notice. He'll believe he's just a fast healer, tbh. And he bragging like, "See, I healed just fine by myself!"

Lucky him you're a healer. Ass whooping magnet. Feels hella bad though despite saving multiple hospital trips.

Always complimenting you and your features/abilities you have. Literally your #1 fan

He wanna see if he is as fast as your top flight speed and always wanna race you on his bike. He's rly trying to get you both at your best speeds. Like fun training.

He's always checking up on you and is constantly worried about hunters. Like your mental health and recovery is one thing but the fact you can't catch a break kills him.

Never bothered tho unproblematic boi as usual he wouldn't flinch at the sight of your scars or feets or wings

He do worry about them scars tho but he never gonna ask like he'd feel so rude.

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observeowl · 2 years

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Learning emotions from pictures N.R

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: R hides that she doesn't know what emotions are and Natasha helps her

For the longest time, you didn't know what emotions were. Having been stuck in Hydra's basement for so long since young, you didn't have a chance to experience what's happy, sad or even angry. You do feel those emotions but you didn't know it had a name.

It was until the Avengers rescued you from the basement and invited you to join them since you have super speed. You were very confused at the emotions they were displaying on their face. And sometimes they would ask you questions such as, are you happy, are you sad and you didn't know how to reply to them. They just thought that you were closed off and refused to answer their questions, when in actual fact, you didn't know what they meant. With the help of Wanda and the others, you slowly managed to learn how to use the internet. Some say you learned it quicker than Steve did!

In your own room and sometimes in your bathroom since you needed the mirror to see your facial expression, you googled all the different expressions and tried to mimic them on your face. There's an explanation along with the pictures and you would learn when to use such expressions in different situations. You would look at the pictures shown in your phone and copy it before moving to the next one. Over time, you managed to learn the majority of it, especially the common ones.

Then comes the party that Tony Stark is famous for. He likes to hold these random parties just to make himself feel good since he has so much money to spend anyway. Natasha was trying to make use of this opportunity to get closer to you since you have been in your room the majority of the time, you would only come out to eat and stay with the team for a while before heading back to your room. She had no chance of catching you alone.

You had just gotten ready and were about to head to the party when Natasha came into your room.

"You look in that outfit." Natasha commented.

"Thanks. You too." You had learnt from the internet to always return the compliment. However, whatever was pasted on her face was something you had never learned before. It was an expression that was unfamiliar to you. Either way, Natasha accompanied you down to the party and you started interacting with other team members after getting a few beers in your system.

You sat next to Wanda and talked a lot since she had a brother with the same powers as you and you reminded a lot of him. You spend the majority of the time at the party with Wanda because you don't want to be alone and there's no one else to go to, until it was time for Tony's game.

"Spin the bottle!" He took one from the pile on the floor and placed it on the table. You have played his game before so you know what's coming, safe to say, no one is as excited as him.

>skip a few rounds<

"Go ahead. It's your turn." Sam spoke after kissing Bucky.

You stood up and spun the bottle and it landed on Natasha. Everybody ouuuhed since due to her amazing luck, she has hardly been the victim of this game. You scratched the back of your neck and went over to Natasha. You gave her a kiss and tried to pull away but she brought you in closer. Even the team watching was also surprised that the kiss was still going.

When Natasha finally lets you go, you stood there with your face red. Steve cleared his throat and you snapped back to reality.

"Ummmm, you guys can continue." You covered your face and walked out of the party. Natasha also looked at the guys before following you.

Your heart was beating so fast but you didn't know if it was the effect of alcohol or what just happened. You went into your room and splashed water on your face. You heard the door click and you scrambled out to hide your things but Natasha had already seen what was on your table, the drawings of different expressions.

"What are all these?" She picked up a few of them.

"Just drawings."

"But why?" Then, it all clicked for Natasha. The first few awkward days with the team, the simplistic drawing that has no artistic impression, the constant time spent in the bathroom. "You didn't know what expressions were?" She puts back the drawings on the table.

"I- I" You have no idea what to say. What would she think of you? Who doesn't know what expressions are?

"I can teach you." Natasha spoke. You looked at her face but you couldn't find the expressions you learned. It was neither sad nor angry nor disappointed. "Something that you can never learn until you experience it. Love." She stepped closer to you. "It is a mixture of different expressions and it's hard to pinpoint one."

She's so close to you that you have dropped to the bed. "I love you." She spoke.

Written on 10 Sept 2021

Inspired by another Korean Drama but I forgot which one, it's been quite some time since I watched it.

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #mcu #marvel #scarlett johansson #Learning emotions from pictures #my writing

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prideoftheknights · 1 year

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Chikage Utsuki 【MANKAI Party】 SSR Backstage Story Translation 3/3

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translation under the cut!

Chikage: Thanks for coming to be guests today.

Kumon: I was super excited to do this event with the four of us!

Juza: Yeah, same here.

Hisoka: I'm happy to be here too.

Chikage: Without this kind of event, I thought it'd be rare for us four to be on stage together again.

Izumi: Is everyone almost ready to go on stage yet?

Chikage: We're ready.

Izumi: Then, good luck on stage!

Chikage: Hello, I'm Chikage Utsuki of Spring Troupe. Thanks for coming today.

Audience Member A: Happy birthday, Chikage-san!

Audience Member B: His outfit is wonderful too...!

Chikage: Thanks. Well then, let me invite my guests to the stage. Kumon, Juza and Hisoka.

Kumon: Chikage-san, happy birthday! Let's all celebrate lots today～!

...Ah, I'm Kumon Hyodo from Summer Troupe!

Juza: I'm Juza Hyodo from Autumn Troupe. Chikage-san, happy birthday.

Hisoka: I'm Winter Troupe's Hisoka Mikage. Happy birthday, Chikage.

Audience Member C: We haven't seen these four together since that one mixed play, right?

Audience Member D: It's been so long, I'm happy to see them!

Chikage: The theme of my vlog is "The view that the fans want to see".

Hisoka helped with filming.

Hisoka: I'm sure everyone will find it to be warm and fluffy. Do pay attention so you don't miss anyting.

Chikage: Then, let's start the video.

Chikage: "Hello, I am Chikage Utsuki of Spring Troupe. Helping me to film is Hisoka."

Hisoka: "I’m Hisoka Mikage. Nice to meet you."

Chikage: "For today, I thought I’d show you all what a typical day in my life looks like with my family."

Kumon: By 'family' do you mean... Everyone in Spring Troupe's gonna show up!?

Audience Member A: We'll get to see candid shots of Spring Troupe, I'm so happy!

Audience Member B: I'm looking forward to it～!

Masumi: "zzz…"

Chikage: "He’s using the whole bench to nap."

Chikage: "You can usually find Masumi in a quiet spot listening to music while taking a nap."

Masumi: "Mm… Chikage…?"

Chikage: "Ah, sorry. Did I wake you?"

Kumon: Ahaha, Masumi-san looks really out of it while sleeping!

Juza: It looked like he was fast asleep.

Audience Member C: Masumi-kun's so cute〜!

Audience Member D: Chikage-san sounded so gentle!

Sakuya: "…Ah, Chikage-san and Hisoka-san! We’ve been waiting for you two!"

Chikage: "Haha, thanks."

Itaru: "Who have you filmed already?"

Chikage: "Just Masumi so far. What’re you two up to?"

Sakuya: "I’m making an example of a craft I’ll be doing with the kids from the daycare I work at."

"I’m trying to draw some flowers and animals on this paper here but no matter what I do they look like blobs…"

Chikage: "No, I think you’ve drawn them well."

Sakuya: "Really? Hehe, thank you very much!"

Juza: Sakuya seems really happy to be praised by Chikage-san.

Hisoka: It looks like he started working even harder after.

Audience Member A: Chikage-san's really good at giving compliments!

Audience Member B: Hearing the two of them talking to each other is so calming～

Chikage: "…And what about you, Chigasaki?"

Itaru: "I’m reading a book."

Chikage: "The cover’s blocked. What are you reading?"

Itaru: "That… is a secret."

Chikage: "Well then, we’ll just move on."

Itaru: "No wait, Senpai. Couldn’t you at least be a little interested?"

Hisoka: This kind of exchange is more common.

Chikage: Since it seemed like Chigasaki didn't want to tell me about it, I thought I might as well not ask.

Audience Member C: Chikage-san and Itaru-san's conversations are so interesting!

Audience Member D: Come on Chikage-san, you should show some interest!

Citron: "Hm～ Lalala～♪"

"Oh, Chikage and Hisoka are finally here!"

Chikage: "Sorry to keep you guys waiting. Tsuzuru, are you making lunch?"

Tsuzuru: "Yeah I am, but Citron-san won’t stop singing beside my ear…"

Citron: "I am your personal cheerleader!"

Tsuzuru: "That’s having the opposite effect on me right now!"

Hisoka: "Tsuzuru, it’s burning."

Tsuzuru: "Ah, you’re right!"

"Ah… It’s a little burnt now…"

Chikage: "Tsuzuru, your cooking is delicious, so it’s alright even if it’s slightly burnt."

Tsuzuru: "…To hear you say that, Chikage-san. I’m really happy."

Citron: "How unfair! Chikage, praise me too!"

Chikage: "Citron, your singing is lovely."

Citron: "I’m so happy! My singing has a crab!"

Kumon: Chikage-san, nice follow-up!

Audience Member A: Chikage-san is really kind, huh〜

Audience Member B: You can really feel the atmosphere of Spring Troupe!

Hisoka: "...Hey, what about you Chikage?"

Chikage: "What about me?"

Hisoka: "Chikage's own daily life. I'm sure everyone would want to see that too."

Chikage: "I––"

Citron: "Chikage! If you're going to eat then set your plate at the table!"

Chikage: "Yeah yeah, I know."

Sakuya: "It smells delicious!"

Tsuzuru: "Oh, everyone came at the perfect time."

Masumi: "Yawn..."

Itaru: "...Don't tell me, did Senpai help to make the food?"

Chikage: "Nope, I was just filming them making it."

Hisoka: "...Fufu, looks like this is Chikage's daily life."

Audience Member C: Spring Troupe and Chikage-san's conversations really do make you feel warm inside...

Audience Member D: As expected, Spring Troupe really feels like a real family...

Chikage: Thank you for watching till the end.

When I first thought about what people may want to see, my first thought was that they'd want to see the Spring Troupe.

...I don't think I would be where I am today if you all weren't here.

Chikage: Seems like we'll be ending soon.

Kumon: Uwah～ That was fast!

Juza: Come to think of it, don't we have to take a picture of you now?

Hisoka: ...Then, I'll take it. What pose would you all like to see Chikage do?

Audience Member A: A finger heart pose please!

Audience Member B: Maybe blowing a kiss...

Audience Member C: I really wanna see him blowing a kiss with a cool expression～!

Chikage: Thanks for all the various requests. Then, let's go with the one that was said the most.

Hisoka: Alright I'm gonna take the picture now so stand over there.

Chikage: Sure, sure.

Hisoka: ...Say cheese.

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angkis · 9 months

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I hope you don't mind, but do you have advices for other artists? I try to draw too, but my drawings never come out looking like the reference, like I'm unable to draw something alike Derek or Stiles, that's frustrating hahahaha

The colouring, the anatomy 😩 you are so fucking amazing!

Thanks for sharing your art pieces with us ❤️

First of all, I'm honored that you ask ME this question, because I'm not very confident (working on it 💫) and it's like a huge compliment that you would even ask.

Llike every other artist, you and me are both gonna be the biggest critics of our own drawings!! I just want you to know that before I say anything else! If you ever feel like you're not getting any better or not fast enough, take a step back and take a look at the bigger picture, go back, look at where you started, it's only a question of time, you're constantly evolving!! <3 Be patient with yourself ~

I'm sure you were thinking of actual advice not the mental part, so I thought of some, but for real, most of what formed my art style (that is constantly changing and is gonna continue to change until I die 👁️👁️) was TIME. I don't always love to draw but when I have these periods of drawing a lot it's always because I'm hyperfixating on something, so finding something you can fall in love with and obsess over is gonna make time absolutely FLY BY.

Don't get discouraged when you're not nailing a character the first time you draw them. I personally only get it somewhat right at like the fifth try (funny enough I'm an impatient person but when I love something I seem to be able to be patient 💀💫) if anything Do it out of spite!!!!!!

Practice is a funny word, I don't like it because it seems like you have to know what you're trying to achieve if that makes sense. Maybe that can hold you back too. Drawing something and failing still counts as practicing. Finishing the best painting of your lifetime counts as practicing. Every time you draw you get better.

Ooooooh an interesting one that I only figured out this year: SPEND (if you can) MORE TIME OUTSIDE AND AROUND PEOPLE because your eyes notice lightings, movements, expressions, COLOURS that you then unconsciously (subconsciously?) keep in your head for later!! And when you are drawing you're gonna UNCONSCIOUSLY use that information??? It's wild (says the person who spent years barely leaving their bedroom) I'm not even exaggerating, my art got out of the blue so much 'better' (different) when I started leaving the house more often. (You might not have this issue tho!! 💫)

Also I started drawing when I was watching a lot of animated movies/shows and it influenced my art so much. When I got hooked on shows with live actors everything changed (again, your brain is putting away so many details for later) I started seeing anatomy more realistically.

One last tip before I stop rambling (and make another coffee 💫) Find a pen that WORKS FOR YOU. My stuff would look so much different if I was using different brushes than I use now. Try as much as you want! Do you prefer traditional or digital drawing? Both have cheaper alternatives (I understand this hobby is not a cheap one in general) I have a bunch of tips for Clip Studio Paint for example! Idk, let me know, I would love to show you my favourite settings that actually make my life easier!! ❤️

Sorry if I'm all over the place, I'm not too good with words 👁️👁️ I hope it's not gonna be like 'I really read all that for nothing' for you sgsggshshsgsh in which case I'M SO SORRY SFSGGGSGSGSG and again, thanks for your question!! I wish you luck!! Keep drawing!! You're gonna surprise yourself how far you can go I'm so serious!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year

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Because it is November 3rd, it is Christmas time. You and Mick doing a gingerbread house with Aurora, Sebastian, and Angie

Note: I'm sorry this got lost, I completely missed this and now I was scrolling and found it. Also, I have never done/built a gingerbread house so I'm going from videos I've seen

"Guys, c'mon, we have to do it at the table!", Mick called for everyone once you had put the small aprons on the kids, the Christmas motives catching Gina's eye when she was at the store and decided to get them for Sebastian and Aurora, "look how cute you two look!", he complimented the kids as he helped them up on the chairs, "thank you papa, why don't you have one? Mama also has one", Aurora pointed out as you went to the drawer, finding another apron for your husband, "Do you guys like this one?", you asked the kids their opinion on the santa like apron, red fabric with the drawing of a belt with a buckle and black buttons, the kids clapping cheerily as you helped your husband tie it around his waist, not missing the chance to feel his body against your fingers, "Alright then, let's begin!", you announced as you took the biscuits you had baked and let cool down from the tray on the table and started decorating them, "put your hand here and you put the other here and squeeze, like this", you saw Aurora teach Sebastian, her small hands grabbing his even smaller ones as they held the bag with the coloured sugary "glue" as you called it. Angie had been walking around the table, the scent alerting her at the possibility that some crumbs could fall on the floor and that she could eat them, having so far only had a bit of luck when Sebastian's hands let go of a star shaped piece that fell on the floor much to the Australian Shepherd's delight, having now settled beside your feet as she figured no more crumbs would fall. "Mama, can you write Aurora, Sebastian, Angie, Mama and Papa here?", she asked as she pointed to the side of the house, making your grab it while Mick helped you with the bag, the kids snickering when your husband kissed the side of your head after you had finished, "there guys, doesn't this look pretty?", you showed them as you attempted to hold the biscuit wall and make it stand on its own, "it looks nice, we did a good job!", Sebastian mused, earning an agreement from everyone, "I think I'm going to eat some of this bit here", Mick said as he went to grab one of the windows from the gingerbread house, "NO!", Sebastian and Aurora yelled, making the sleeping Angie jump awake, "what do you mean no?", your husband asked, "If you eat it then we won't have the house", Aurora explained, "Darling, we make the gingerbread house and then we eat it, remember? Like last year", you attempted, "but it's so pretty, papa", Sebastian supported his sister's idea, "Well, we won't eat it then", Mick let the idea go, the kids going to wash their hands as they wanted to go and play after you took a family picture with the gingerbread house to remember the afternoon well spent, "you know I'm just letting them go to bed and then I'm having that piece of gingerbread, I deserve it from all that building!".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#mick schumacher blurb #f1 blurb #inês writes blurbs

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queen-scribbles · 2 years

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for the handholding prompts: does 11 (not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd) fit with trick/trouble?

It fits so well they started talking to me immediately :D ----

The streets of the Market Quarter were more crowded today and Trick tried to puzzle out why as she and Trouble wove their way through on patrol. There was no holiday imminent. No important visitor folk might wanna gawp at, least as far as she knew, and the weather was decent but not amazing, the first bite of autumn chill creeping into the air.

She finally gave up and turned to Trouble. “Did I miss somethin’ that would explain everybody wantin’ fresh air this morning?”

He shook his head, hands shoved in his pockets as they walked. “I ain’t got a clue either. Maybe the butcher’s havin’ a sale,” he joked. “He’s tight-fisted enough that’d be a miracle to drag people out in droves.”

Trick laughed and kicked a pebble, then winced as its bobbling path took it right into the side of someone’s shoe. They didn’t seem to notice, fortunately. “I feel like we wouldn’t be seein’ the effects of that way over here.”

Trouble shrugged. “'Least busier streets means less chance we see any Endarkened.”

“Shhh, don’t say that!” She gave his shoulder a playful whack. “With my luck a revenant’ll go tearin’ through the market after a comment like that.”

He grinned. “Don’t think we can handle a revenant, oh, Hero of Haven?”

“Oh, I know we can, Deadeye.” She didn’t figure he needed a reminder she took two solo before even joining the Shepherds. “It’s them I’m worried about.” She swiveled one hand in a gesture at the citizenry around them.

“Eh, good point,” Trouble said, running one hand through his hair.

The crowd thinned briefly, then swelled as they drew closer to the larger open middle of the Quarter, and Trick craned her neck to see if she could find the cause. She stumbled when someone elbowed past in their hurry, followed by a few more equally focused individuals who didn’t seem to notice--or care--who they were shoving past.

Trouble grumbled a curse under his breath and grabbed her hand to haul her back close. “Some people...”

“Must be somethin’ mighty exciting going on,” she muttered, free hand rubbing her shoulder where someone had plowed into her.

He squeezed her hand and grinned. “I’ll keep us together an’ on course if you wanna look for whatever’s so special.”

Trick laughed and interlaced her fingers with his. She hadn’t realized how chilly her hands were until one was enveloped in the warmth of his. Any excuse not to let go was a good one. “Sounds like a plan.”

They continued along their patrol path as best they could, hands tightly clasped so they wouldn’t get separated by the increasing crowds. Trouble kept eyes out for Endarkened and a clear path--shoving a little when he needed to--and Trick still trying to find the source of the excitement.

“See anything?” Trouble asked, shouldering between people as they neared the main road.

“Some kinda performer, but I can’t tell what he’s doing,” Trick reported. “Must be impressive to draw this size crowd.” She gave up trying to see over the varying-height individuals and focused on weaving through the throngs behind Trouble. They passed just close enough to the performer she could make out his voice raised in cadence somewhere between speaking and singing.

Prob’ly a bard, then, she mused. She’d seen several during her travels prior to Haven, they tended to spin their tales in such a rhythm to keep audience attention. It made them sound more dramatic and mysterious or something. This particular one wasn’t telling a story she recognized, but he did seem to have a good voice.

“Bet you could do better,” Trouble commented, his pace slowed enough she almost walked into the back of him.

“Huh?”

“You sing. Bet you’d draw at least this much of a crowd.” He said it so casually, an easy smile framing the compliment and his hand squeezing hers.

Trick’s neck went hot even as she bumped her shoulder to his in silent thanks. “Which is why I don’t,” she said lightly. “Havin’ lotsa eyes on me makes me nervous. ‘Sides that particular talent’s just for people I like and trust.”

“I’m honored, then,” Trouble said with a wink. He picked up his pace again, much as he could, and started maneuvering through the crowd. “I think I see an edge where we can get through...”

“Good.” With her curiosity sated and no longer a distraction, her discomfort in crowds was starting to creep back in, and the faster they got away, the better.

Trouble flashed her a reassuring smile and held her hand tight as he managed to move a little faster. As if he’d picked up on her anxiety from that single word. They both breathed a sigh of relief when the press of bodies started to thin out.

“Here’s hopin’ Smoketown ain’t that bad,” Trouble said wryly.

“Seconded,” Trick laughed.

Their hands stayed clasped as they started down the steps, neither even thinking to let go.

#queens fic #handholding prompts #shoh #elyana trick #trouble alder #trick/trouble

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