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preciousbarnes · 1 year

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Languages of Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky and you are complete opposites in day to day life. You’re a local florist, surrounded by plants and soft colors. Bucky is grumpy and rough around the edges. At nights together, his softer side shows, whispering sweet nothings to you that you love but never understand.

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Tags: smut, first time, soft sex, fluff, bit of a language barrier, grumpy!bucky x literal sunshine, florist!reader.

You first really noticed it the first night you slept in the same bed together. It was innocent, you and Bucky were taking your time in the relationship, but you asked him to stay the night at your apartment above your little florist shop since it was storming so horribly outside after your dinner date with him.

You both got ready for bed, Bucky stripping down to just his boxers and you changing into a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. You both climbed into bed, you shyly staying to your side of the bed until you felt Bucky’s strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You let out a little squeak in surprise, causing Bucky to give a resulting deep chuckle. You laid in his arms, nuzzling yourself close to him as you entangled your legs with his, enjoying the contrast of his furnace like body heat, and the coolness of his metal arm. You laid there silently for the longest time, trading gentle and soothing pets.

That’s when Bucky softly started talking to you in a language you didn’t understand.

“Ya ne znayu, chem ya zasluzhil eto, no ya tak blagodaren” He mutters to you in Russian, gently running his fingers through your hair. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’m so grateful.

You look at his face, taking in the soft and heartfelt expression. You had no clue what he had just said, but judging by his face you were certain it was something sweet. You gently pecked his lips, making his little smile grow. You both fell asleep in each other arms that night, feeling like your hearts were so full of affection and love.

The second time it happened was in a more heated moment. It was your first time. Your first time ever, and his first time with you. You were both laying in the middle of your bed under the soft sheets, lights dimmed in the room with soft jazz playing in the background. You were naked, and Bucky remained in his boxers, his cock straining against the fabric, forgotten. He had taken out all the stops, wanting to make your first time so special, feeling so honored to be your first. He had gently worked you open with his fingers and mouth, whispering sweet nothings in English between your legs.

“You’re doing so good doll, opening up for me so prettily.”

“Look at you, darling. So fucking gorgeous.”

“Can't wait to be inside of you, sweetheart. Going to make you feel so, so good baby,”

After plenty of foreplay, he raised up, leaving you soaked and a pleading mess for him.

“Please, Bucky. Please, I want you, please.” You gently begged, barely recognizing your own voice, already so wrecked.

“Are you sure, moya lyubov'?” He asks you, wanting to be certain that this is something you want. My love.

You nod your head, hand coming up to gently caress his jaw, feeling the stubble underneath your fingertips, a stark and rough contrast to the soft expression on his face, one full of love and utter adoration.

He stripped off his boxers, tossing them off the side of the bed. You let your eyes trail down from his face, down his chest and chiseled abs, to his dick. It was flushed, bobbing a bit from a twitch. The length and girth had your mouth watering, just imagining how much better than just fingers that would feel, how full and absolutely stuffed it would make you feel. His head glistened in the soft light, wet from precum that had leaked out, showing you just how thoroughly he enjoyed the foreplay as well.

You reached down, grasping him in your hand, making him suck in a breath at the touch. You gently and slowly pumped your fist, using your thumb to gather the precum beaded at the head and move it down his shaft. As you pleasured him, you looked up to see his face overcome with pleasure, soft groans leaving his lips. Fire stirred in your gut with the realization that you were making him feel that way. Something possessive swirled in you as well, not wanting anyone to ever see this side of him again, wanting the sight to be yours and yours alone.

After a few moments, you were paused by his hand coming down to grasp your wrist.

“Sweetheart, I’m not going to last if you keep touching me like this,” He says roughly, his voice taking on a gravelly tone, overtaken with the pleasure you were bringing him.

You smile, proud of yourself which makes him smirk and chuckle. He removes his hand from your wrist, taking himself in his hand to line himself up. He slowly pushes in, filling you to the brim. Your back arches off the bed, a moan being ripped from your throat. Once he's in you to the hilt, his head drops to your shoulder, a groan leaving his lips. He’s overwhelmed with pleasure, never knowing it was possible for it to feel this good. You’re so warm, so tight, your velvety walls gripping him just right.

He begins thrusting, slow and sensual but strong thrusts hitting just the right spot. Your nails rake down his back, legs coming up to wrap around his hips, trying to pull him impossibly closer to you.

That’s when you hear it. That soft, deep voice muttering words to you that you don’t understand, slipping into what you now know is Russian.

“Ty chuvstvuyesh' sebya tak khorosho, detka.” You feel so good, baby.

“Ty kak budto sozdana dlya menya.” It’s like you were made for me.

“Zakhvatyvayushchiy,” Breathtaking.

“U tebya yest' ves' ya, telo i dusha.” You have all of me, body and soul.

He keeps muttering soft phrases and words against your skin that night, cherishing you in a way you never knew someone could. It's the contrast between the sharp thrusts and gentle hands and words that send you over the edge in the end, vision going white as you pull him over the ledge with you into absolute bliss.

After you both are sated and content, laying in each other's arms, he mutters one more phrase as he gently kisses the place where your jaw meets your throat.

“Ya tebya lyublyu” he says worshipfully, almost like a prayer leaving his lips.

You normally just smile at the sweet words you don’t understand, giving his kisses or hugs in response. This phrase though, it felt important to know, so you ask.

He looks at you like you hold the answer to all the universes questions, bringing his hand up to run his thumb against your cheekbone so softly you barely feel it.

“I love you,” he tells you, easily but so full of conviction.

A smile breaks across your face, as you return those three little words to him.

The next time you hear the language slip from his lips was when a recruit got a little to close, not knowing you were there at the training compound to see your boyfriend.

“Ne trogay yeye” He spat out, roughly grabbing the hand the recruit had reached out in goals of touching your arm. Don’t touch her. He was shooting daggers with his eyes at the recruit, who was now backing away, stuttering out an apology before quickly walking away.

The look on his face was reminiscent of a cartoon grumpy bear, making you giggle gently which led him to look over to you, a confused look on his face with the remnants of a scowl still there.

You reached up on your tip toes to kiss him gently on the lips, replacing the scowl with a dopey smile. In the background you could hear Steve’s chuckle at the lovestruck look on his best friends face as you grabbed his hand, leading him out to your car as you told him about the new shipment of flowers you just got in that you wanted to show him.

You found yourself in your floral shop with Natasha, her helping you with organizing order forms as you got out supplies to make another arrangement.

“Hey Nat, you’re fluent in Russian, right?” You ask the agent, earning a smile from her and a soft “Da.” Yes.

“You’ve been around when Bucky says stuff to me, right?”

She nods and smiles again, seeing where this is going.

“You want to know what he says?” She asks, filing away the orders and turning her full attention to you.

“Yeah, I always want to ask, but he has this look on his face. This soft expression. Like how people look at baby kittens. It makes me feel so cherished. I don’t ever want to ruin the moment,” You explain, hoping she understands.

She laughs at your comparison to Bucky’s face to how people look at kittens.

“Yknow, if I heard anyone else say Bucky looks at something how people look at baby anything, at one time I would’ve thought they had lost their mind. But yeah, that’s how he looks at you sometimes. He worships you, honey. Most of the time, when I’ve been around and he’s spoken to you in the language, he’s telling you that you're his whole world, that he feels so lucky to have found you, that he feels blessed, that you’re his angel, that he is yours completely, just really soft shit. He loves you.” She tells you, making your heart swell.

“Well,” you begin, “can you help me with something for him?” you ask.

Later that night you both found yourselves curled up together on the couch of your now shared apartment above your floral shop, Bucky playing with your hair as your hand gently strokes up and down one of the arms wrapped around you as you listen to his heartbeat with your head rested on his chest.

That’s when you say it.

“Ya beskonechno lyublyu tebya” you tell him, hoping you got the pronunciation right. Based on the shocked look on his face, followed by a wide smile stretching across his face, you’re assuming you did well enough for him to have understood. I love you to the moon and back.

“I love you too doll, to all the planets and beyond and back” He tells you, pulling you in for a soft kiss.

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dggmsk · 3 months

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hi! i love your art and what really sticks out to me is your grasp of form (like how you can depict a person with just a few lines) and how you arrange shapes and colors

is there a way you studied that, if at all? i'm looking to improve both things i listed as i think my art looks pretty flat lol again i love your art and you're a major source of inspo :)!!

aww omg first of all thank you so much! second, seeing this message made me really excited because this is something i'm very mindful of and really enjoy about other peoples art so i feel really honored to fit into that description! to answer your question directly: i used to paint abstract and i think i have learned a lot about shapes and color from that experience as well as studying other abstract artists.

while painting i found it liberating to use difficult and/or hard to maneuver brushes. there is a lack of control that comes with attempting to paint with a cloth or the rough end of a broken crayon that can make the creative process feel less restrictive. this is absolutely possible to do with figurative art as well. the key for me was to let the brush strokes dictate the shapes and not put too much focus on making a silhouette look 'realistic'. another thing i really love to do is to paint with 'negative space'. back when i was painting with oils i would often paint several layers of solid color and 'carve' shapes into the canvas with something like a palette knife. this is a basic layering technique that i use for digital art as well. u can see a sort of example of that with these drawings that i have posted:

it is essentially two layers, a solid color background with another solid color on top of it that i erased parts of to make a silhouette. i find this method not only to be a lot of fun, but the contrast between void and life makes you take the form a lot into consideration. another thing i like to do is to use a big, hard to maneuver brush and create the silhouette by painting the shaded, darker parts first. while that works really well with solid colors and flats, it can definitely be used for any sort of talent and style. using these two very different illustrations i have done as an example:

of course this is a matter of taste and style (like no need to use these strong contrasts and overwhelming shadows, that's just what i like to do lol) but these methods where sort of my gateway to getting a better understanding of shape and form. as for colors, i can only recommend to try and mess around with it but from experience i think some sort practice with figuring out how to balance different shades of black really helps.

my tip! if you are into character drawings, try illustrating a character as if they were only one solid color, build out their shape without sketching beforehand, let your hands go wild, then try to fill in the solids with details. or do the reverse, fill a paper with nothing but color (even graphite works great!) and try to make the silhouette by erasing. let the materials you use decide the outcome of shapes then consider what works and what doesn't, then do it again! and keep an open mind! what didn't use to make any sense eventually will (-:

#ask

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stopisa · 4 months

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₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊secret snowflake gift for @rinneverse₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

a/n: posting the secret snowflake gift i did in the pink velvet server. wishing all my followers and mutuals a wonderful and blessed new year c: enjoy!

iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader (sfw, mildly suggestive at the end)

‘what the fuck do I do?'

he’d been bouncing his leg up and down for the last 15 minutes contemplating how he would approach this situation.

it’s New Year's Eve, and international student iwaizumi hajime is a nervous wreck. he had been invited to a small get-together by a friend from his sports injury class last semester. his friend knew about the crush he’d had on you for the last 5 months and thought it would be a great opportunity to get you guys just a little closer. hajime kept shifting his eyes to his watch and then to the acquaintances on the other side of the room, absorbed in their respective conversations.

“hey,” the greeting snaps him out of thought and his eyes meet yours.

“is this seat free?” you ask. he quickly nods, hurrying over. you sit down on the small couch, sitting closer to him to make sure others have room to sit. your knees touch and his face only gets warmer; the sweater he wears feels incredibly uncomfortable.

he clears his throat, “y-you look great tonight.” he offers a small smile at the end of his compliment.

“thank you so much, i didn’t think much of it before leaving but it seemed to match good enough.” you glanced over at his outfit, which looked simple yet styled so well. the dark colors contrasted well with his piercing green eyes. “i can say the same for you too.”

the well-received compliment ends up shaking off the anxiety for hajime and conversation flows freely between you two. topics like school, hobbies, and friends are brought up with jokes and playful jabs mixed in. each word that leaves your mouth has him only falling harder for you. ‘shit,’ he thinks to himself. ‘they’re so fucking perfect…’

“do you wanna get a drink?” you ask, hoping to get away from the noise around you. he nods, stands up, and offers his hand to you. warmth brushes your face, and you take his hand and stand up too.

in the quiet sanctuary of the kitchen, you both enjoy the ridiculously sweet concoctions the host made for everyone to enjoy. you both give each other glances here and there whilst people-watching.

the noise in the apartment increases as the tv volume is raised, shifting your attention the clock reads “11:58 pm”. the time runs and people begin to count down 60 seconds. hajime's hand slowly grabs at the one by your side. startled you quickly face him, he looks nervous but adorable.

“i…i like you, like a lot.”

you hear the start of ‘10…9…8…’

“and i didn’t know how to tell you, because you’re amazing and--” he knew he was rambling but it didn’t matter anymore.

‘5…4…3’

the smile on your face grows.

“just kiss me, dumbass.”

hajime blinks, and before he can say ‘huh’ you lean in, taking his lips into yours. from surprised to relaxed, his eyes flutter shut and his hands go to your waist, holding you lightly and enjoying the kiss as you both hear cheers and the noise of fireworks going off in the background.

you pull away and giggle, “happy new year, Hajime.”

still stunned, he can’t seem to find his words for a few seconds, “This is going to be such a good year...”

laughing at his comment and dazed expression you take his hand and pull him with you, walking towards the bathroom down the hall. he follows you and looks around nervously but no one notices you two as they are all engrossed with the festivities of music and dancing. the bathroom door is shut and locked and you both look at each other, basking in the silence and tension.

this time, Hajime is the first to make a move, grabbing your face and kissing you with the passion you’ve heard so much about. tongues dance and hands roam over each other, feeling bold you kiss down his neck and move lower, kneeling on the floor until you reach the waistband of his denim pants, teasing the button with your index finger.

his stunning eyes meet with yours from above, hooded with lust, you give him a wink, “If you let me, I can make the start of your year so much better.”

thx for reading and here's to 2024 <3

networks: @enchantedforest-network @angelshub

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00vk · 7 months

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how do you nail the enstars style so well... what are your ways... (only if you want to ofc im just curious if you have any tips)

hi!!

i dont know if i have anything that could be helpful, but heres my process!

first, i get the pose down

i either use a picture of myself as reference or a persons pose from pinterest ( i used multiple references for this one)

lineart:

i make the canvas huge, so i dont stress too much abt the lineart being clean enough

i heavily reference official cards, especially 3* because they have less angles and dynamic posing than 5*

i try to make it thinner and cleaner than my usual style but not too thin

outer lines are thicker than inner ones if that makes sense

i make it a dark brown instead of pure black and set it on multiply instead of normal

edges of the eyelashes are redder and softer, blush lines are always a subtle pink/peach shade

sometimes i make a second cleaner sketch before jumping to lineart, depends on how confident im feeling though

then the flats, pretty straightforward step

rendering:

i try to replicate the rendering on official cards as much as possible by keeping the references in front of me and color picking

i always make the contrast between shaded and non-shaded areas higher than im comfortable with usually because its what often makes the pieces pop (to me) and i make sure to add reflected light

i use gradients a lot, especially for hair

i make the lineart lighter in areas where the light is hitting like this

what i generally do for the eyes:

another tip is that i duplicate the lineart layer, make that duplicate into the "add" layer mode and glaussian blur it to give that lineart glow effect you find in cards:

i also noticed this is how nails tend to be drawn and i kind of adopted that into my own artstyle because i love how it looks:

-lastly for the background, i used the ingame dressing room as a reference, did some blocks of color to express it and blurred it so i dont have to bother with any details because im lazy <33

-i lastly added some sparkles and stipples and a white blur around the edges to make it look more finished.

thats pretty much it! ofc take all of this with a grain of salt because im no expert HAHA this is just what i learned works from trying my hand at fake cards over and over again, so its practice too <3 i hope this was somehow helpful!!

#nini asks #enstars #also thank you so much!!

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nervousladytraveler · 18 days

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On Poldark tv series, the writer really diminished Ross' relationship with his kids. In the books he is an attentive loving father, but in the show he cared for GC but was almost indifferent to his children. Why? Why couldn't they have had some nice scenes of them talking or interacting on the farm or with the animals, at bedtime etc. They had time for GC and Val scenes. Seemed Dem was bringing them up herself. Didn't like how they portrayed him as a father. Your thoughts.

Thanks @anonymous for the ask!

On the one hand, I’ve heard it is really hard to work with little kids (and animals) on sets, so I suppose giving the Poldark kiddies lines and significant action in scenes would be a stretch. I also heard the little fellow who played Jeremy in S2 was…well, he was a toddler, and probably acted like one, so he was a bit tricky to work with. And I also heard that Jeremy in S3 was a real sweetheart to work with, but had a really strong Welsh accent so they didn’t give him lines? (If any of this is not true please correct me. I can't refer to my sources because this was hearsay from like 5 years ago). So I understand those filming restraints. Also, the scenes we did have with Ross and his babies were super cute (I’m thinking of S3 and 4). But there were just so few! Ross holds Jeremy like twice in all of S2 so in S3 when he makes eye contact with Jeremy or holds his hand, we feel it is such a great development.

And yet there was much more screen time for Ross and wee Val (and earlier for GC) and it's the contrast that gets my goat. So to answer your question of why, my guess is the showrunners who really liked the Ross/Elizabeth story (and its aftermath) chose drama over domestic fluff, but that fluff is what we fans might prefer.

Winston Graham wrote loads of little bits about the kids (also about the pets) that lent so much color to the story. These scenes gave the kids character, showed what kinds of parents Ross and Demelza were, and demonstrated that WG understood what it means to be a parent--kids don’t just fade conveniently to the background just because the adults are having big feelings. In the stocking (garters) scene in Warleggan, Jeremy is there, in the room, running around in a new hat while R & D are having their intimate moment! WG’s kids were flesh and blood, not window dressing. They get silly and tired and eat too many treats at Christmas parties. I love that on occasion, the kids start crying because Demelza is crying and that upsets them (Jeremy in Warleggan and Clowance in the Four Swans).

But back to the series…my personal favorite Jeremy and Clowance (actors) were from the second half of S4. They both had such charming tangles of curly hair and exuded so much joy in their surroundings. So if it appeared that Demelza was raising them herself, she at least seemed to be doing a good job.

#poldark #ask nervousladytraveler

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iluffyouxo · 1 year

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Resident Evil 4 — leon s. kennedy x black, female oc

There was something in his boyish look as he stared into space, a hand stuck in between the tresses of his ash blonde hair.

Next to him, on the table, sat a half-empty glass of Hennessy and, in front of him, the tv displayed a show Sigrid had forgotten the name of.

Not that it really mattered.

She could tell he wasn’t paying attention to the background laughter and characters’ smiles shown on screen.

Rather he was glancing behind it at the window which faced a high view of the city line that met the downcast of the evening sky.

Leon had returned from his trip to Spain quicker than Sigrid had anticipated.

It had been a rather dull, grey afternoon spent cleaning indoors—though, in that late hour, the winds began to moan and the rain crashed against the window panes—when Sigrid opened the door to a drenched and noticeably jaded Leon Kennedy. “Oh, Leon…”

It was her usual greeting upon his typical unannounced arrivals.

Though, she never knew the context of his trips, she knew that they were important and never questioned why or how he was leaving for some no-name town in another country in the earliest hours of the morning—or be it the middle of the night.

The two weren’t dating, the two weren’t lovers, they were only roommates that had survived the same tragedy. Roommates that held the same trauma. It was best that they didn’t fall in love.

(Even if Leon had already broken that unspoken rule).

She didn’t really have a right to know. He could walk right out of her life, and it wouldn’t really matter. They weren’t even best friends—that title easily belonged to Chris and Claire.

However, that didn’t stop Sigrid from getting to know him better than the back of her right hand.

Leon had a huge sweet tooth, and the one weirdest combination that never failed to cheer him up was her mom’s sugarplum cake.

And she was currently plating a slice on one of her more aesthetically designed plates. “Here, Leon,” Sigrid hands him the plate, “I made you mom’s cake.”

He glances down at the plate in his hands before placing it on the table in front of him and giving her a quick nod in gratitude…or acknowledgement.

Sigrid sighs, planting a quick kiss atop his head, “I’m gonna be gone for a few days to visit my aunt. You’ll be okay, right?”

Sigrid knew he wouldn’t. After the five years of being roommates with each other, it took only a few months for her to gauge the fact that Leon had an abandonment issue—a severe one at that.

In the recent years there have been a few times that Leon knocked on her bedroom door (most likely after awakening from a nightmare) at the hopes that she was still there. That she hadn’t left him behind. And he’d sleep on her floor without a word of granting explanation in the morning.

Leon looks up at her, pale blue eyes glossed over, and his lips parted in an attempt to speak. “I…” What exactly was he going to say? No? He couldn’t keep Sigrid from seeing her family. That’d be selfish.

(Even if his second mind told him to say no. Even if he wanted so badly to tell her to stay).

“Ummm…yeah, I’ll be fine,” his voice cracked. “I’m no Boy Scout in need of babysitting.” The dim-witted joke catches Sigrid off guard and she huffs out a laugh. “Then, I’ll leave the house to you and your terrible jokes.”

Leon returns Sigrid’s halfhearted laugh with a small grin. He liked it when she made fun of his idiocies.

Leon leaned against the doorframe, watching as Sigrid pulled out a large suitcase from under the bed. It hadn’t been touched since they had first moved in together. Her tight coils had been pulled into a high afro puff and he thought it looked like a crown atop her head.

He had come back to her hair dyed a pearl blonde and it was pretty, a nice contrast to her dark brown skin. His own ash blonde didn’t fit him well since his skin and eye color was already pretty pale. Leon just guessed he was meant to be a somber and dry person.

“Hey, Leon.” He blinks out of his daze, turning to look up at her. “You’re crying.”

Leon lifts a hand to his cheek…oh, my face is wet. He uses the back of his wrists to wipe at his eyes. “…Sorry.” Sigrid was already in front of him, though, forcing his hands away and using her thumbs to brush his cheeks. “You said you’d be okay.”

He downcasts his blueberry gaze. “Leon…you lied to me again, didn’t you?” Of course she knew the answer to this. But, obvious questions were the only way to get him to talk. “I’m…no, I won’t be okay. Sorry.”

With a sigh Sigrid reaches around his shoulder, Leon instinctively flinches, to rest her fingers in the thin strands of light grey tresses. Sigrid begins pushing his head down leading him to lay his head on her shoulder. She sighs again and leans her head against his gently. “Just ask me to stay, my aunt will understand.”

Sometimes he forgot how sympathetic—or, rather, perceptive—Sigrid is. Despite her dominant demeanor and introverted attitude. It was the main reason why the pair lived with each other in the first place.

She could apprehend the feelings of his, considering Sigrid had also survived Raccoon City just a year prior. The imagery daunting and fresh. They had been interrogated by the same secret service (though, he had been the only one recruited by them).

With his attraction seemingly evident by everyone but her and Sigrid’s own kindness they had decided to take up an apartment somewhere in the suburbs of Washington DC. And they’ve lived with each other for the past five and a half years. Even so, sometimes he does forget why he likes her because it just feels…right to have this fondness weld up.

“I almost died, again; I almost didn’t keep my promise to not end up a Leon pancake.” Sigrid genuinely laughs at that, “You’re so silly, Leon.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles into her oversized hoody. It smelled of morning dew and woody sage. The fragrance was completely Sigrid Monroe. “I think that’s why I like you.”

Leon quickly jumps out of Sigrid’s embrace at her remark. She smiles, “And I know you like me, too.”

Before Leon can respond back Sigrid takes his hand in hers. “C’mon, your sugarplum cake is waiting on you.” Leon decides to keep quiet and grin. Sigrid’s said everything, anyways. No sense in ruining a good thing.

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mollusc-era · 1 year

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inkfish hands

this is my second post detailing how and why i depict different inkling + octoling features, the first one on octoling suckers can be found here.

splatoon inkfish, in all their generally humanoid glory, have fairly humanoid hands as well. we all know this.

while differences between inkling and octoling hands can be somewhat small and inconsistent (with the player model hands looking almost identical), octoling fingertips tend to be pointier and are more likely to be a different color.

(These are screenshots of the hands of ripped playable inkling (left) and octoling (right) models from splatoon 3. while there does seem to be a slight difference, it's very subtle)

while frye shows that inklings can also have colored fingertips, it's definitely more commonly seen in octolings, as every fully humanoid named octoling that's been depicted both in-game and in outside lore like the splatbands has had them. excluding agent 8, as their model is just the playable octoling model, which seems to be a bit of an exception in general when it comes to octolings (i'll probably make a more in depth post about this at some point).

so that's the background on these design differences, generally. they're honestly not that extreme, but it's something the fandom has understandably latched onto to a certain extent.

one of the most common way for fans to interpret the pointy vs round fingertips is to give octolings something analogous to claws, sometimes giving inklings retractable ones so they don't have to miss out on the fun (completely understandable). often the real life dentification of squid suckers is brought up in relation to these claws and used as design inspiration, which is really cool.

the thing is... sucker dentification is only something that shows up in squid, yet octolings are the ones with the pointy fingertips. this is something that has been addressed in other posts talking about this whole thing- it's not something that's being necessarily ignored- but it's something that has, in general, made me less keen on giving octolings any sort of dentification or claws.

whats my answer to the pointy octoling fingertips, then? cirri!

what are cirri, you may ask? they're small appendages found on either side of each sucker on a cirrate octopus. while they can look somewhat sharp in some conditions, they're entirely made out of flesh, and act kind of like smaller "sub" tentacles. a lot like fingers, really.

it should be noted that i do not think octolings are cirrate octopuses, as cirrate octopuses do not have ink sacs or chromatophors- both pretty important for octolings. the shape of octoling ears are inspired by the fins of cirrate octopuses, though, so i think borrowing more inspiration from them isn't necessarily something particularly out there. it's certainly something closer on the evolutionary tree than sucker dentification, and is something that is generally more "octopus-like."

these are my designs for the hands. the suckers on octoling hands act as a way to create a palm-like shape, the tip of the original tentacle tip acting as the middle finger while the rest of the fingers are comprised of cirri.

in contrast, the inkling hands have the benefit of the base tentacle being quite stumpy, flaring out into a club-like shape to form the palm while irregularly spaced suckers act as fingers. note that the tentacle that makes up the inkling's arm isn't a true tentacle- it's instead analogous to one of a squid's eight arms, as shown in this diagram.

the true tentacles are found in the "hair" of an inkling, and maybe sometime i'll make a post about that too.

the dentification of the inkling finger suckers contain no hooks, as those are usually found on a squid's true tentacles. they are, instead, more like the teeth rings found in the suckers on their arms. i'm not sure if the hooks are always found on the true tentacles, but i feel like the rings are a really neat way to preserve the rounded shape of the fingers while also giving them dentification.

as one final note- these differences were decided on for design reasons more than anything else. considering that non-cirrate octopuses do not have cirri and the fact that the arms that became the arms in an inkling's humanoid form don't have a club shape to them at all, i'm honestly not sure if either method for creating a handlike shape would be particularly more likely for either. the difference is more to retain the octopus and squid vibes octolings and inklings have- which is why i suspect octolings have pointy fingertips to begin with. compared to squids, octopuses have more pointy tips to their limbs, and so octolings have pointier fingers.

#design notes #meta #my art #it's in there.#xeno octoling #xeno inkling #splatoon #inkling #octoling #this post was a lot harder to write than i expected tbh. it was a bit hard to figure out how i should approach it

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sangijazz · 9 months

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Love MegaBytes - a LoveBug AU Stanley x shadow!Narrator fanfic

Chapter 5

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Notes:

- Content Warnings:

- Viral Corruption;

- Gaslighting and Emotional Manipulation (by both parties);

- Obsessive Behavior;

- Unhealthy Possessive Behavior;

I don’t think that the contents of this chapter are heavy and/or explicit enough to warrant the skip-summary treatment, I hope I’m right, I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.

And I also apologize in advance if my depiction of sign language is wrong, feel free to correct me.

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General Notes:

They /them pronouns for the Timekeeper;

They/them pronouns for the Bucket;

I made a little playlist for you, my dears, with songs that I listen to when writing Love MegaBytes (and in general really)

Here

I like stalker songs, there are some odd ones there but they are my Stannarrator songs. I accept recommendations for new songs for the playlist!

Some typos in the dialog are intentional.

I hope the zalgo is readable ;p but if it isn’t there is a transcript at the end of the chapter.

Enjoy~

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In recollection, resetting might have been a bad idea, but everyone knew it was the only chance. Pink, pulsating, vein-like ruptures assaulted his opening eyes, it was on, in, everything, and everywhere . The ominous throbbing rose light coming out of them was the only thing illuminating the place. Stanley could see from his trapped position, chunks of the wall were missing, much like that little hole that began this all, the headache-inducing green binary he remembered, now laid bare and broken now too with that pink color, they were also bare, his drawings, all gone, stolen? Eaten? Were more things missing?!

Desperately, he darted his gaze to his hand, checking for that same corruption in himself. There was nothing, his model looked untouched.

“O̴k̵a̸y̴,̷ ̵S̸t̴_n̴l̷e̷y̷ ̵d̶e̵a̵r̸.̴ ̶L̷e̷t̴’̶s̵ ̸s̶t̷a̷_t̶ ̸t̴h̷i̷s̶ ̶a̶g̴_i̸n̸”

The voice that rang through the parable was as familiar as ever, but together with it the maddening glitches worsened, now the words were coming out even more broken, repeating, pieces missing.

Now, again in this paralyzed state, his plan seemed flimsy and not that good, too much like last time, he felt the dread and uncertainty quickly creeping through his coded nerves.

“T̷r̵y̷ ̴t̴o̶ ̶f̸o̶l̴_w̸ ̷t̴h̷e̶ ̴s̸c̴r̴i̷p̴t̷ ̸t̸h̷i̶s̵ ̵t̸i̴m̸e̸,̶ ̷a̴l̶r̶i̵g̶h̵t̸,̵ ̵d̷_r̵l̵i̴n̸g̵?̴~̶”

The pulse of the light created stark shadows that looked oh-so alive, and all-consuming. The contrasting forces battled for dominance and also worked together to swallow all.

The Narrator cleared its nonexistent throat, the cue to begin.

“T̵h̵i̶s̴ ̴i̵s̴ ̴a̸ ̷s̴t̴o̶r̷y̸ ̸o̸f̵ ̸a̸n̸ ̸a̷m̴_z̶i̴n̶g̷ ̷m̶a̶n̶ ̴n̵a̴m̷_d̴ ̶S̷t̴a̷_l̶e̶y̵~̸”

Taking the situation into consideration, it would be better to play smart (how he didn’t think of this before is more evidence he wasn’t the smart one), starting to run now would probably be a bad strategy, waiting for a better opportunity closer to the Curator then give chase. Stanley almost felt proud of this one, he prayed it would work.

Surprisingly, the screen of his computer blinked to life, the disparity of its black-gray background and white font against the pink roots covering its surface.

"Hello?!1!

Is anybody there?!?!1?

What the hell is going on?!!?1?"

[??] [??]

Is that…

IS THAT THE TIMEKEEPER?!

Oh, thank the gods, Stanley wasn’t alone! There was another being just as confused and terrified as him. If only he could move he would answer them, send a life signal and assure them they weren’t alone. This made Stanley’s core sprout a wee bit of hope. Were the Narrator and the Parable the only affected? This could be proven to be beneficial, if everyone else was still sound of mind. The dark being was still talking, but its words weren’t registering correctly, they were almost too mangled to understand.

“ –d̵i̸d̷ ̵e̵v̵_r̸y̶ ̵d̶a̸y̸ ̴o̴f̷ ̸e̸v̴e̷r̷y̸ ̴m̵o̸n̷_h̵–”

The second he was allowed to move, he would find a way to click a button as an answer, for the Timekeeper’s sake.

Stanley took a deep breath, ‘siking himself up to put up to the task of pretending he wasn’t scared shitless. His body shook with fear, as the Narrator got near the end of the introduction. Keep it steady, Stanley. He had a task to do.

“S̷o̷ ̶w̷i̴t̸h̶ ̶a̵ ̶s̴_i̴l̸e̶,̸ ̷h̵e̷ ̵g̶o̶t̸ ̸u̷p̵ ̸f̵r̵o̵m̵ ̷h̵i̶s̸ ̸d̶e̴_k̵ ̸a̶n̸d̴ ̷s̶t̵e̴p̸p̶e̶d̶ ̶o̷u̸t̶ ̴o̵f̶ ̶h̵i̵s̵ ̸o̸f̵f̷_c̴e̵.̴”

As soon the engine read and loaded the line that gave him movement, he let his hands fall, purposely letting them hit the keyboard’s key and he hoped it was enough of n answer for them.

Thankfully it was since the effect was instantaneous as more words in white font appeared like they were frantically typed, not caring for spelling.

"Stamley?!?!? Are you okay??! Do you now what th e fuck is going on!?!"

This was unfortunately, that was all he could do – without drawing too much attention or letting the Narrator get impatient – no matter how much he wanted to. Now, he had to play along, he would ask for forgiveness later.

Before the watcher entity could voice its impatience with threats, the avatar stood up, did his best to crack a smile like it wanted, and made what the narration asked for.

All he could see was in the same state as the 427 office and here made Stanley realize how he missed the low humming of the fluorescent light that was much better than the eldritch and indescribable sound of code falling apart hammering bass inside his head, assaulting his ears.

All the Office’s usual colors were muted, gray-scaled except for that bright pink, that the vessel swore that he would hate for his whole life, and now he feared his retinas were permanently stained with that shade. His smile threatened to falter.

“O̵h̶!̸ ̵S̶o̶_e̴o̵n̸e̸ ̸i̷s̶ ̵e̶a̴g̶e̶r̶!̷~̶” beamed the Narrator, thankfully not noticing the minor stumble. “N̶o̴w̵,̸ ̷g̵o̷ ̸o̶n̷,̶ ̶l̷o̴v̴e̷,̴ ̷t̸o̵ ̷o̸u̸r̸ ̸f̷a̵v̸o̵r̷i̸t̵e̸ ̸d̸o̴o̷r̷s̷!̴ ̵A̵n̴d̸,̴” the voice dropped to a lower tone “D̷o̷n̴’̷t̵ ̴f̸o̴_g̸e̵t̴ ̴t̸o̸ ̵ f̶o̷l̷l̶o̶w̸ ̷m̶y̸ ̵e̵_e̵r̶y̷ ̵w̸o̷r̴d̷,̶ ̴w̴e̴ ̸b_t̴h̸ ̸w̵a̴n̷t̷ ̶f̴o̵r̶ ̴y̸o̴u̵ ̶t̴o̶ ̵g̶e̵t̵ ̵t̴o̶ ̵t̵h̶e̸ ̷s̸u̷r̵_r̴i̶s̷e̷,̵ ̷r̶i̸g̷h̵t̸,̶ ̵S̵t̸a̷n̶l̷e̶y̶ ̷d̶e̸a̵r̸?̷~̴”

Nodding with fake excitement, Stanley began to carefully take steps forward since the floor also was being eaten, with holes leading to the eternal void where the parable was situated. The computers’ screens shone with errors and random ciphers. Everything was breaking.

In the next room of cubicles, on their usual spot, shone the Bucket in the darkness, untouched by the infection, a beacon of hope. The sight made the man hurry to embrace his old friend, the metallic creature eagerly embracing him too, and reassuring him they were fine. The action generated no comment from the Narrator, thankfully, it had gone unnoticed or seen as unimportant, maybe it was still in the mind set they were still a nonsentient object.

The Bucket asked if he had a plan and he hugged them tighter against his chest and nodded slightly, it was half-baked however it was all he had. They comforted him, assuring him it would work.

“S̵t̷_n̷l̷e̵y̵ ̶n̸e̷v̸e̸r̵ ̷h̴a̵d̷ ̴c̷o̴w̴o̷r̷k̸_r̴s̴ ̶t̴o̸ ̸b̴e̴g̵i̵n̷ ̸w̶i̵t̵h̴,̴ ̷t̶h̷e̴ ̶O̵f̵f̵i̵c̵e̶ ̸w̶_s̸ ̵o̶n̷l̸y̶ ̶f̶o̴r̵ ̴h̵i̸m̵ ̸a̸n̸d̴ ̷t̴h̷e̵ ̵N̵a̷r̸r̷a̸t̴_r̸.̸ ̴N̸o̶ ̴o̶n̵e̶ ̸t̴o̴ ̶t̷a̸k̶e̵ ̸f̸r̴_m̴ ̵e̷a̵c̷h̷ ̷o̷t̴h̴e̷r̴.̶"

The collision was still active, the Bucket told him as they saw Stanley hesitate next to a big hole in the hallway, he wouldn’t fall.

“H̸_v̸e̵ ̴I̶ ̴e̶v̴e̸r̵ ̸t̶o̴l̵d̸ ̷y̶o̵u̵ ̴h̶o̵w̵ ̷m̴_c̵h̷ ̵I̸ ̷l̴o̶v̷e̵ ̵y̶o̵u̸?̴ ̴Y̷o̶u̷ ̵a̴r̷e̶ ̶s̸o̵ ̶p̵r̸_c̸i̶o̴u̷s̵ ̷t̷o̴ ̵m̵e̴,̶ ̴m̶y̶ ̸l̴i̴t̴t̵l̷e̷ ̴c̶r̷e̸a̴t̸i̴o̴n̵…̵” it seemed to be monologuing not really looking for an answer “W̷i̸t̶h̵o̷u̴t̸ ̸y̷o̵u̸,̶ ̷h̶o̶w̵ ̸c̸o̸u̴l̸d̷ ̵I̶ ̴e̴x̴i̷s̶t̶?̶ ̸W̸i̶t̶h̶o̸_t̷ ̶m̵e̶,̵ ̵w̶h̵o̸ ̶w̴o̷u̴l̴d̷ ̴y̶_u̸ ̵b̸e̷,̵ ̸u̶h̸,̶ ̷m̵y̸ ̸d̴a̶r̷l̸i̶_g̵?̵” it growled, sounding so possessive “M̵i̸n̸e̶,̸ ̴m̶_n̶e̶,̶ ̷m̷i̴_e̸~̴” it spat as the avatar turned the corner like an only-child throwing a fit because they hated to share their toys, but stopped as they got to the next relevant stop on their journey.

Like always, Stanley found himself in front of the two doors. Now, he just needed to go through the left door–

“W̸h̷e̶n̴,̸ ̵m̷y̶ ̶d̵a̴r̴l̴i̷n̷g̴ ̵S̴t̴a̵n̷l̶e̸y̵,̵ ̸c̵a̸m̴e̴ ̶t̸o̸ ̶a̶ ̸s̵e̷t̴ ̶o̸f̷ ̵t̵w̸o̷ ̴o̵p̵e̸n̴ ̴d̵o̸o̴r̶s̴,̶ ̶h̷e̷ ̵e̵n̸t̴e̸r̸e̷d̵ ̴t̷h̸e̶ ̸d̷o̵o̵r̷ ̶o̵n̶ ̷h̵i̶s̸ ̶r̴i̷g̷h̵t̷ .̷” even with the distortion, the entity had an audible smug smirk.

The vessel’s eyes widen with horror and surprise. That was not good. Not at all. Shit. Stanley didn’t want to begin running right now. Shit. Breathe and think. Think!

The Narrator laughed with self-satisfaction, it was expecting that surprised reaction from him.

“O̸h̸,̷ ̴I̴ ̶k̴n̶_w̷,̶ ̵d̵e̴a̵r̴!̸~̶ ̸I̶s̶n̶’̸t̵ ̶t̷h̴i̴s̴ ̸e̷x̷c̶i̷t̵_n̸g̶?̸!̸~̵” it beamed with delight “N̸_w̸,̷ ̷I̴ ̷k̵n̷o̵w̵ ̵t̵h̶a̶t̴ ̶y̶o̸u̷ ̶l̷o̴v̴e̸ ̵t̵o̵ ̷g̴o̷ ̴a̴g̶_i̶n̸s̸t̵ ̶m̴y̷ ̶n̷a̸r̶r̷_t̸i̶o̷n̵,̸ ̶a̴n̷d̵ ̷a̷s̷ ̷m̵u̶c̷h̵ ̶a̶s̵ ̸I̶ ̸l̵o̷v̸e̴ ̵i̸t̸ ̸w̵h̵_n̶ ̵y̶o̴u̷ ̴a̶r̵e̷ ̸a̶ ̶b̵r̷a̸t̵,̷ ̴I̷ ̸w̸o̶u̷l̵d̵ ̵a̶d̵v̷i̸s̷e̵ ̷y̶o̵u̵ ̸t̴o̴ ̷g̴o̴ ̴t̸h̷r_o̵u̵g̶h̸ ̶t̴h̵e̸ ̶r̵i̶g̸h̵t̵ ̵d̴o̷o̶r̴~̴ ”

A terrified mind raced to find a way out as he slowly stepped forward. He needed to get to the Museum. Shit. Think, think, THI– Ah ha!

It was awkward to sign with the Bucket but he did it anyway. What if I want to do the Freedom Ending, Narrator? He signed making sure and clear he used its name-sign, the sign for N together with the sign of Story. The entity had never seen it before, he was sure. It was worth a try.

The being made an inquisitive glitched noise “W̵_a̷t̸ ̷w̷a̷s̶ ̸t̵h̷a̸t̴ ̵l̵a̸s̶t̵ ̵s̸i̵g̸n̵,̴ ̴d̵e̴a̴r̸?̴ ̶I̵ ̴h̵a̶_e̴n̵’̷t̶ ̶s̷e̵e̵n̴ ̴i̶t̶ ̷b̷e̷_o̴r̸e̷…̸” good, he got its attention “C̴o̸_l̷d̸ ̷y̷o̴u̶ ̸d̴o̴ ̵i̵t̴ ̴a̴g̷a̴_n̵?̵” so he did “N̸…̵?̴S̷t̴o̸r̷y̵.̴.̶?̷–̵” it gasped, finally getting it “I̶s̸–̶ ̷i̶s̵ ̶t̸h̴a̴t̵ ̵a̷ ̵n̴_m̵e̶-̸s̵i̴g̶n̵?̷!̶ ̸F̷o̵_ ̵m̴e̵?̴!̴ ̷M̷-̷m̴y̷ ̸n̸a̶m̶e̶-̷s̶i̴_n̶?̷” it asked unsure but extremely hopeful and squeaked when Stanely nodded and he couldn’t help but smile at little because, Gods, how cute was its reaction. If it only this was his Narrator.

“O̴h̸,̶ ̴S̷t̴a̸_l̷e̸y̸…̷” the was so much obvious emotion in its voice, the entity was feeling giddy, and he was sure if it had blood it would be blushing furiously, this made the man instantly him feel bad for using something so dear to him to manipulate the only one he loved. The Bucket tried to reassure him that it was necessary, they had to get away. The other will forgive him when it sees reason, they told him. The Narrator giggled dreamily to itself “O̸h̴,̴m̶y̶~̶ ̵H̸o̷w̸-̶h̷_w̵ ̷c̷o̸u̵l̸d̶ ̷I̸ ̵r̸e̶_u̸s̶e̸ ̵t̸h̵a̶t̸ ̷w̴_s̶h̴ ̸a̶f̷t̵e̷r̷ ̶t̸h̶a̶t̵?̵!̴” it exclaimed “I̷ ̵w̵o̴u̶_d̶ ̷b̶e̴ ̴v̶e̴r̸y̸ ̶h̴a̵_p̷y̵ ̷t̶o̸ ̸g̷o̸ ̵t̸h̴r̵_u̸g̵h̷ ̵t̸h̵e̶ ̶F̵r̴e̵_d̷o̵m̶ ̵E̸n̸d̴i̸n̸g̸ ̵w̵i̶t̴h̵ ̶y̴o̶u̸~̴”

Stanley smiled at the defective ceiling, at it. The cleaning-throat sound effect played.

“W̶_e̵n̸,̸ ̸m̶y̸ ̷d̷a̵r̵l̵i̶n̴g̴ ̵S̸t̷a̵_l̸e̵y̶,̴ ̷c̵a̴m̴e̸ ̶t̵o̸ ̸a̷ ̷s̷e̷t̵ ̷o̴f̶ ̶t̴w̸o̸ ̴o̵p̶e̷n̴ ̶d̴o̸o̴r̸s̴,̷ ̷h̴e̴ ̶e̶_t̴e̶r̸e̷d̵ ̴t̶h̴e̴ ̷d̸o̸o̶r̵ ̴o̶n̶ ̷h̷i̶s̶ ̷l̶_f̴t̴.̴”

Relief filled the duo as Stanley stepped through the left door.

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Transcript:

“Okay, Stanley dear. Let’s start this again.”

"Try to follow the script this time, alright, darling?~"

“This is a story of an amazing man named Stanley~”

“ –did every day of every month–”

“So with a smile, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.”

“Oh! Someone is eager!~”

“Now, go on, love, to our favorie doors! And,”

”Don’t forget to follow my every word , we both want for you to get to the surprise, right, Stanley dear?~”

“Stanley never had coworkers to begin with, the Office was only for him and the Narrator. No one to take from each other.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you? You are so precious to me, my little creation…”

“Without you, how could I exist? Without me, who would you be, uh, my darling?”

“Mine, mine, mine!”

“When, my darling Stanley, came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his right.”

“Oh, I know, dear!~ Isn’t this exciting?!~”

“Now, I know that you love to go against my narration, and as much as I love it when you are a brat, I would advise you to go through the right door~ ”

“What was that last sign, dear? I haven’t seen it before…”

“Could you do it again?”

“N…?Story..?–”

“Is– is that a name-sign?! For me?! M-my name-sign?”

“Oh, Stanley…”

“Oh,my~ How-how could I refuse that wish after that?!”

“I would be very happy to go through the Freedom Ending with you~”

“When, my darling Stanley, came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.“

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Notes:

Hey there, my darlings! (◍>ᴗ<)ﾉｼ

I missed you all too

My life went to shit for some time (and not the shit that makes you inspired, unfortunately) so I had a massive creative block since then

But here I am again, back to you, my dearest. ( ᐢ˙꒳˙ᐢ )

You can thank the DDos attack on ao3 (and consequently it being down) for getting me to return to writing this fic, due to boredom and fear of spiraling from fanfiction abstinence.

A surprise Timekeeper appearance! And the Bucket too! So happy to see them here! More characters to torture~ o(*>ω<*)o

I'm almost finished with Chapter 6's draft as I write these notes, so I hope it will be posted in three weeks or so but as always, no promises.

I never expected this fic to be more than 3 chapters long but now here we are…

Thankfully, I already know how this is going to go and then end! I won't say much to not spoil it for you all (´⊙ω⊙`) but let's say…

It will be for all tastes and hopes~

Thank you for your comments and kudos, you know how much I appreciate them.

You are all my dears and I love y'all! (*´∀`)~

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sustainably-du-mortain · 8 months

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"Keep it. It looks better in you." for Jonah and the boys, please

Oh, how you undo me

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles Pairing: Adam du Mortain x m!detective (Jonah Rafferty) x Nate Sewell Word count: 2.1K A/N: this was just an excuse for me to write about Nate kissing Jonah's wrist and Jonah retaliating. also for the sake of one detail I wanted to include, this takes place ~5 years after the current events of Wayhaven. prompt list here

“Nate?” There is a knock on the door before he hears it creak open. He already knows, before even stepping out the bathroom, that it’s Jonah. He knew as soon as he heard the approaching steps in the corridor accompanied by a very familiar heartbeat.

And without a doubt, there is, his head poking into his room. “I need a little help-” he announces with a shy smile, until he notices the four, expertly placed, dots of moisturizer on Nate’s face and adds “-but I can ask Adam if you’re busy.”

“I’ll help, if you don’t mind waiting.”

Jonah nods, thanking him and Nate is back in front of the bathroom mirror. While he rubs in the lotion, he hears Jonah shuffle into his room, humming the melody which echoed throughout the warehouse that afternoon as he worked on a new song. Nate wonders if he would ever allow him to write the lyrics to one of his songs. A thought which had already crossed his mind a few times in the five years they’ve known each other, but one he never dared to voice.

With the moisturizer now applied, Nate washes his hands and walks back into his room. He doesn’t even make it a step in that he stops right in his tracks.

Jonah is standing next to his latest painting - a rendition of a sunset they witnessed a few weeks ago on one of their late walks with Bo - left to dry on an easel. His back turned to him, he’s leaning over the canvas in order to catch every single detail of the scene. The fiery hues lighting the sky contrasting with the growing darkness of the hills and forest beneath. Bo in the background looking in their direction. Jonah and Adam’s silhouettes, right in the center, with his back to him, their heads tilted upwards and their hands clasped together. Bent like that over his work, Jonah almost looks like he’d been strolling through a museum and stopped to admire a piece that caught his attention. But his stance isn’t what makes Nate’s jaw drop.

It’s his outfit. Jonah - whose everyday outfits are a rotation of the same pair of jeans and different colored tees and flannel, with the occasional jumper during the coldest months - is wearing what seems to be straight pleated cream pants with a dark green satin shirt. Nate cannot get a proper look at his outfit from where he stands, but the shirt appears to be tucked in the front while the back hangs loose. Although this isn’t an unusual outfit, for Jonah always loves getting all dressed up for their dates, what catches Nate off guard is the shirt. It is the exact one he had planned on wearing for dinner that night and couldn’t find earlier. His shirt.

He meets his demise when Jonah turns around, revealing three undone buttons which let his collarbone tattoo show underneath. As he brushes a strand of hair behind his ears and the fabric parts a bit more, Nate catches sight of his latest addition - three intertwined rings tattooed near his heart. The hand towel slips out of his grasp and Nate fumbles to catch it. ‘Plummeting just like my heart’ he thinks as it crashes helplessly at his feet.

“What?” Jonah’s voice makes him look up again. “Is there something wrong with my outfit? I know the shirt is a little too big, but-”

Nate crosses the room in seconds to stand before his partner. Gently cupping his face in his hands, he says, “There is nothing wrong with your outfit, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. You’re absolutely stunning.”

Jonah eases with the compliment and Nate is rewarded with a soft smile. “You’re quite the sight yourself, joli cœur.”

“So, what brings you here?” Nate asks before silence can settle between the two.

“I need help rolling up the sleeves,” Jonah says, lifting his right hand. “The fabric is so slippery I can’t even uncuff it.”

Nate grabs his wrists with a chuckle and starts loosening the cufflinks. “Is it a new shirt?” he inquires, fully knowing that it is, in fact, over a century old.

“I’m not sure. It was on my bed when I came out of the shower. I’m guessing it was Adam’s doing.”

Seeing that Jonah isn’t blushing, like he usually does when he or Adam catch him wearing their clothes, Nate realizes that he didn’t go through his wardrobe. Deciding to withhold the fact that the shirt belongs to him a little longer, he asks, “Why do you think Adam is behind it?”

“I told him I didn’t know what to wear for our date a few days ago and he offered to help me pick something, if I was up for it.”

Nate makes it a mental note to thank Adam later, for the absolute eye candy that is Jonah in one of his favorite shirts, although he can’t help but chuckle at the thought of Adam picking out an outfit for Jonah.

“Hey, don’t laugh!” Jonah cries, giving him a slight tap on the shoulder. “You’ve been busy at the facility lately, so I didn’t want to bother you with that. Besides, Adam’s fashion sense has gotten way better. He stopped wearing cargo pants to every date years ago.”

“You’re right, I can’t deny that. Especially considering how dazzling you look. I’m just a little surprised, that’s all.” Nate says as he reaches for Jonah’s left arm.

He uncuffs the sleeve, to reveal the black leather bracelet wrapped around his wrist and adorned with a silver dragon. Delicately, he rolls the fabric up his arm. Nate purposely holds his gaze as he does, trying to catch all the ways Jonah's body betrays him. The hairs standing up on his arm in reaction to his touch. The wave of warmth traveling up his body as a slight blush creeps on his cheeks.

Relishing in those reactions, he lets his fingertips brush down Jonah’s arm as he reaches back for his hand. He stops along the way to trace the outline of the stratocaster tattoo on his forearm. Taking his hand, slowly and without breaking eye contact, Nate brings his knuckles to his lips.

He watches as Jonah’s breath catches in his throat as he kisses every of his knuckles without forgetting to kiss the wedding band on his fourth finger. He listens as Jonah exhales at the feathery touch of his lips against his palm, the sound a little too loud as if he had just remembered how to breathe. He feels his pulse fastening as he trails up to press a kiss on his wrist and inhales the faint scent of oats on Jonah’s warm skin as he peppers kisses up his forearm.

Landing a final kiss in the crook of his elbow, Nate whispers against his skin, “I have to say, I do like the sight of you in my clothes, rouhi.”

He waits as realization forms on his husband’s face and he can’t help but smile when Jonah turns an even darker shade of red.

Still under the spell of Nate’s teasing, his voice is hoarse as he confesses, “I had no idea…” and clears his throat before adding, “I’ll give it back later, I promise.”

“No!” Nate’s voice comes out louder than he had meant. “You should keep it. It looks better on you.” He offers and before Jonah can refuse, he says, “I insist.”

“Alright. Then, how about you wear something of mine to dinner?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I was going to wear this.” Jonah says, taking his favorite dragon-shaped hairpin out of his pocket with ceremonial diligence.

“I would be honored.” Nate agrees with a soft chuckle.

“Come here.”

With that, Jonah grabs his wrist and drags him to the bathroom where he makes him stand in front of the mirror. He takes the foldable step stool out of the sink cabinet and places it behind him, so that they are now the same height. ‘If I were to turn around, I’d be able to kiss him without bending over’ Nate thinks as Jonah reaches around his waist to grab the comb laying next to the sink.

“May I?” he asks, his voice muffled by the kiss landing on Nate’s cheek.

“You may.” Nate allows and Jonah carefully takes out the hair tie holding his hair in a bun.

This is not the first time Jonah brushes his hair, yet Nate can’t help but marvel at the tenderness he demonstrates everytime he does. With an intent softness, he combs through his hair, careful not to tug too hard on the knots he encounters. His fingers run through the detangled hair before he splits it in two. Jonah gently slides the top half through the dragon’s body before inserting the pin. Unruly strands of hair immediately escape and fall into his face.

Satisfied with the result, Jonah grins proudly. “Je dois admettre que vous êtes à couper le souffle, joli coeur.” He whispers in Nate’s ear, resting his hands on his shoulders.

The urge to kiss him makes Nate turn around, but Jonah’s firm grip prevents him from facing away from the mirror. So instead he watches as Jonah’s fingers graze against his nape, brushing his hair aside. He watches as Jonah bends over, the warmth of his breath against his neck making his body ripple with shivers. He watches as Jonah meets his gaze in the mirror with intent. He’s waiting for permission and, when Nate tilts his head, giving him better access to his neck, he takes it as an invitation to keep going and presses a kiss right behind his ear.

Moving down, he lands a chaste peck in the crook of his neck. His hands find their way around his chest and reach for the buttons of his shirt. They linger on the top one before their eyes meet in the mirror, once again asking for permission. This time Nate gives it to him with a hum.

He undoes one. Two. Three. The fabric slips from his shoulder.

Nate feels his lips brushing against his skin as Jonah draws a path of kisses along his collarbone. His lips lingering on his skin a little longer with each kiss until he reaches his shoulder.

There’s something thrilling about the way Jonah keeps his eyes on him as Nate comes undone in his hands. How he gauges his reaction to make sure this is a pleasurable experience for the both of them. This is how he lets Nate know that he can safely lose himself in his touch.

Jonah takes the same scorching path back to the crook of his neck and Nate’s eyes flutter shut. His heart skips a beat, or maybe a dozen, when he feels his teeth scrape against his neck. Jonah gently starts nibbling on his skin. As he sucks on his skin and bites a little harder, pleasure melds slowly with pain, and Nate forgets how to breathe. He feels his hand slither around his throat, his fingers barely applying pressure as he keeps Nate’s head tilted.

“Ya rouhi…” the pet name rises in a moan when a tidal wave of sensations overwhelms him as Jonah sinks his teeth into his neck one last time.

Nate keeps his eyes closed as Jonah wraps his arms around his waist, allowing him to catch his breath before he lands one soft, gentle kiss on the tender spot. When his heart stops pulsing in his ears, he opens them.

Jonah is standing behind him, his head resting on Nate’s shoulder and a smug smile on his face. His loving eyes locked on him, Nate knows what he’s asking without him needing to word out the question. He’s asking if he’s okay, to which Nate answers with a nod. His smile grows a little wider at his answer, letting the dimple in his right cheek show and Nate feels like he might melt on the spot.

Jonah leans in to press a kiss behind his ear and judging from the mischievous glint in his eye, Nate thinks he’s going to do it all again, until…

“Come on, Adam will be mad if we’re late.” Jonah whispers against his ear before walking away, gathering his hair in a half bun using the hair tie previously used to hold Nate’s hair.

The spell broken, Nate takes a moment to regain his composure. Rebuttoning his shirt, he catches sight of the single vibrant purple mark that taints his skin. He knows it’s only going to last him through dinner, but doesn’t mind because he also knows this is the promise of many more to come later that night.

#coming out of my comfort zone with this one #thank you to whoever sent this request because I had a blast writing it #ship: i used to live alone before i knew you #adam x jonah x nate #oc: jonah rafferty #adam du mortain #nate sewell #adam x detective x nate #twc adam #twc nate #twc detective #twc fanfic #the wayhaven chronicles #if: twc #ali's writing

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butchhatred · 10 months

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How to write image descriptions

Ive seen multiple people ask this question so im making this post. Disclaimer this is how i do things, some people prefer other types of image descriptions. These are guides not rules.

1. So i prefer writing shorter and a little bit vaguer id's because in my opinion, the point of image descriptions isnt to describe every single tiny detail but to get the point and vibe across.

Example: i want to describe this meme.

I could describe it like:

[ID: Two images with the title "Nihilism" with a black font on a white background. The first image is labelled "Stereotype" showing a grayscale image of a person crouching in front of a brick wall with their head in their hands. The person is skinny and white with dark hair wearing a black shirt and white pants. White text above them reads "nothing in life matters..." The second image is labelled "Reality" and it shows a skinny white person with light brown hair in a yellow and blue cap, sunglasses and a white shirt with black arrows. The background is blue and pink with a shark, a spaceship and bubbles behind the person. The person is smiling and is giving a like. Red text below them reads "Nothing in life matters!" End ID.]

.....but why would i write all of that?? Its just a meme, i dont need to write every tiny detail. i would do it like this:

[ID: meme shows nihilism stereotype vs reality.

Stereotype: sad grayscale person sits with their head in their hands and says "nothing in life matters..."

Reality: cool smiling person in sunglasses gives you a like and says "nothing in life matters!" End ID.]

Yeah sure, the first id is more accurate but the second is easier to process and remember. One thing to ask yourself is would sighted people notice what youre describing if you didnt mention it?? Its important to say that the first image is in grayscale because that adds to the depressed mood of the first image and directly contrasts the colorfulness of the second one, but no one notices how they have a black sweater and white pants.

I personally dont describe the way people (or even things) on images look in exact detail unless the way they look actually matters, such as:

if its a drawing or photo of someone,

if something about their looks is mentioned,

if something about their looks changes, like if someone is trying out outfits or if the text color changes from white to red to look more ominous.

if the person/thing has stereotypical, offensive or otherwise unusual looks, like the "gay people i respect" image where the gay person they do respect dresses "normally" and the one they dont has dyed hair and piercings, or if the person on the pic dresses in a way thats not like the norm like a drag queen, if a tree has a white bark instead of brown, if someone from texas wears a cowboy hat etc.

And even if these apply, you still dont need to write everything down in exact detail, like if its a pic of someone wearing chains on their pants you can just say "theyre wearing chains on their pants" you dont need to describe how one chain is spiky the other one has orbs on it the third has butterflies on it etc. Unless the photo is specifically zoomed in to only show the chains and the detail.

2. I also prefer writing everything at once instead of separately, like if someone is wearing a cowboy outfit i say that instead of "cowboy hat and boots and button up etc" or if its a comic with someone throwing a coin in a well i say "two panel comic of someone throwing a coin in a well" instead of "first panel shows a person standing in front of a well holding a coin, second shows them throwing it".

3. Another thing is that i refrain from using "an image of..." or "on the image is" unless its a video or a gif, or if im describing medium like "digital art of" or "meme shows..."

4. I also tend to do these one-sentence headers for series of pictures. Before i describe the individual pictures i give it a quick run down on what theyre supposed to say for a bit more context. If this nihilism meme was in a post with a series of memes about nihilism, i would say:

ID: a series of memes about nihilism.

ID1: meme shows nihilism stereotype vs reality (etc.)

5. Another thing to remember is that you are both writing this for people with bad eyesight who can read, and people who use text to speech. Sometimes the needs of these two groups are conflicting. For example, if a word is spelled with spaces between them, if you describe it with spaces its often okay to people with tts but its bad for people with bad eyesight because they wont be able to read it. Do not make image descriptions a smaller font. Do not make them a fancy font. These dont affect people with tts but people with worse eyesight wont be able to read it.

Idk what else to add if i have anything ill edit or reblog this post feel free to ask questions ig

Edit: Do not censor any words in image descriptions especially not with a star (*) and especially not if its not censored on the image. It becomes incomprehensible to both people with bad eyesight and people who use tts. If the word itself is censored on the image say "(word) is censored with/as (insert how its censored)".

#txt #image description #accessibility #disabled #id #¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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ninjakk · 1 year

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When I first noticed WWX was wearing white while on his way to JL's full month celebrations, my mind just went into overdrive as to the possible symbolic meaning of his colour choice. Personally I think there is actually quite a lot of meaning behind his choice and I think MXTX purposefully chose this colour for a particular reason, possibly even more than one.

“Speaking of it, there’s been a lot of joyous occasions these days, hasn’t there?” “You mean the seventh-day celebration of Jin ZiXuan’s son? There’s a whole pile of colorful things, and the kid didn’t like any of them. Cried so hard that the roof of Glamor Hall was almost screamed off. How amusing that he giggles like that whenever he sees his dad’s Suihua. His parents were so happy. They all said he’s going to be a wonderful swordsman when he grows up.” Not far away, a person in white was holding a jade tassel pendant in his hand, examining it carefully. Hearing this, he smiled.

Chapter 76 ExR

At first, for a split second, I thought the person in white was LWJ. But seeing that the person not only smiled, but did so at the mention of JL, I instantly realised it was WWX. Since the above scene is set in Lanling City, I assumed WWX might be endeavouring to stay as low key as possible, trying not to draw attention towards himself - hence the change to his usual attire.

The voice of a female cultivator came over, “Madam Jin is so lucky… She must’ve given up on rising into immortality in herlast life that she gained such good fortune in this life.” Her companion replied, “Looks like it’s true that no matter what you’re good at, it’s all fine as long as you have a good background. She’s clearly just so-so…” The person in white frowned slightly.

Chapter 76

If there was any remaining doubt that the person in white wasn't WWX, his reaction to the female cultivator criticising JYL would have diminished any lingering uncertainty! It also supports the assumption that WWX is definitely trying to stay incognito, because I am certain he would not let someone disparage JLY usually.

There are probably a lot of reasons why WWX decided to wear white. When I first read it I couldn't help but smile, thinking it was rather funny and very sweet of him to wear such a colour. WWX often makes comments about the Lan sect uniform and how they look like "mourning clothes" - yet here he is wearing a white robe. I can't help but think, he was drawn towards white because it reminded him of a certain Second Young Master Lan and his usual white flowing robes. The stunningly handsome HanGuang-Jun who he might have somewhat subconsciously suggested they name JYLs son after. It could even be a hint left by MXTX to show that WWX is still thinking about him, even though it's been quite some time since they last met. LWJ is still on his mind, as he always is.

White is such a contrast to his more recently adopted dark robes (or even purple, his old sect colour for that matter) - which makes me think this is why he picked them. He could have picked another contrasting colour, but he went with white. Trying to shake off the Yiling Laozu image and contradict the persona people had been spreading rumours and propaganda about. I think WWX might have also picked white because he wanted to show he is pure, clean and worthy of being at the full month celebrations. He wanted to contradict what people thought of him. Don't get me wrong, WWX couldn't care less what others thought or said about him, except for LWJ and one or two others. But I think he really wanted to make a good impression for JYL and help smooth over any animosity he could while he was attending the celebrations. Tragically, I think that WWX held a tiny speck of hope that things might get better.

Not only that, but I think on a subconscious level, picking white shows he wanted a fresh start, a clean slate. To move on from what had happened in the past and start a new. To show everyone he wasn't this dastardly villain everyone was making him out to be and was virtuous and empathetic. To show his cultivation path wasn't demonic or evil as so many deemed it. WWX is very pragmatic and I think this was obviously more of a dream, a mere wish deep in his heart and not something he could obtain. He never truly thought things could ever go back to the way they were before his life was turned upside down when Lotus Pier was attacked, triggering a series of tragic events that resulted in his current situation. But on a subconscious level, I think WWX wearing white shows his true feelings towards the lies that are being maliciously spread about his character and his need for people to see he is not evil.

In traditional Chinese culture, white has two very different meanings. As most will guess, white symbolises purity, brightness and innocence. It is also considered an unlucky colour, because of its association with death and mourning, as mentioned above. The fact it is often perceived as an unlucky colour and is very much affiliated with death, could be MXTX foreshadowing that everything is about to go down hill pretty fast! Hinting there is going to be a lot of death and misfortune for WWX, finally accumulating in his own demise.

Personally, I just love the idea of WWX looking through the robes in a store and having a warm, calming feeling wash over him when he finds a white robe. The colour instantly soothing the nerves he has around going to the celebration and his first outing to a formal gathering in quite a long time. All because it subconsciously reminds him of LWJ 🥰

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs novel #wei wuxian #wwx wearing white #jin ling's full month celebration

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hiii!! your artstyle is SO COOL to me- as in sometimes i'll just stare at some of your pieces because theyre all so great. i was wondering if you were comfortable sharing your process when it comes to art?? i'd love to see how you do things!

Hi!! I'm sorry this took so long to answer, I hope you still find it useful. It means a ton to me that you enjoy my art so much! <3 It's easy to feel discouraged by the Invisible Hand of Internet Engagement, so I really appreciate your ask.

General thoughts (NOT rules, just things I consider or do a lot):

Things that appear one solid color irl can be broken down into multiple colors through artistic interpretation. I see a lot of beginner artists paint trees as solid green, when there's a lot of yellows, blues, and browns in there! A FANTASTIC example of this is jadenvargen, whose color use is masterful and I can only aspire to emulate one day.

Base colors are not saturated; saturation is reserved for pops of color and details

Shadows are purples, blues, and greens

Reference is your best friend!!!

So the nitty gritty for those who want to see: with digital art there's two main avenues I take. The first one is lineart, and the second is painterly. All IDs are in alt text.

My process for lineart pieces:

I always start off with a sketch; for this example I'm using one of my pieces from @/mylittlefusions (that isn't actually posted yet but will be later today) - a Grogar and Trixie MLP G4 fusion. I like to fiddle with brush selections until I get the effect I want, and then go slow on the lineart to make sure it's how I want it, so this can be time consuming!

I've been trying for distinct shapes; I hate when my art gets muddled, I feel like the end piece is less impactful when I don't put in the right amount of contrast and distinctive silhouettes. Just something I've been thinking about and trying to improve.

Then I add base colors, going for slightly desaturated colors. I like to use saturated/bright tones to contrast or draw attention to something. I put the base-base colors down in one layer and then add details as a mask layer:

Then comes shading!! I'm a big fan of a multiply layer set to cool tones like blue, so I usually start there. If I think it needs to be different I can change it later. In this instance, I filled the whole canvas in the shading color as a mask over the base colors, and then erased where needed. Now that the shading is done, I often go back and color the lineart :)

Last but not least is my favorite part, painting on top! The extent to which I do this depends on what I think is needed, but I usually at least paint on top of the multiply shading to add some nuance, i.e. the greener bits on the background limbs. Here I added bright magic outlines to pop from the more desaturated character.

My more painterly style is a different story though! I use the same thoughts about color and shading, but I usually forgo multiply layers entirely and just do colors by eye. I still do a sketch, usually. Here is an example using my Lae'zel / Shadowheart piece.

The sketch is a disaster zone lol - but I painted below it using base tones, again desaturated. Once I feel I don't need the sketch anymore, I keep painting, making a new layer when I feel like being cautious about a change I'm making.

After I feel that I've got base colors down, it's time to get more contrast in using darker and/or more saturated colors! Then, like with my lineart process, I paint more details on top of everything else - reflections, jewelry, body hair, etc. I try to communicate shadow and distance with purples and blues, but I'm still working on it.

Another example real quick, where i did my typical lineart process base work and then painted on top of the shadow layer and the entire piece as a whole:

Thanks for reading if you stuck around, and thank you for the ask, friend! ^^

#artistic process #anon #replies

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corndogninja · 10 months

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Photo editing step-by-step semi-tutorial

Trying something new here on the blog... I don't do much tutorial writing but wanted to share a little behind-the-scenes on how I typically edit my cosplay photos. A lot of this is cobbled together from various tutorials or trial-and-error over time but I think the results are pretty nice. I use Photoshop but a lot of these tips are generalized enough you might could use them in your editor of choice.

Let me know if this is helpful or cool, if you'd like to see more of this sort of thing!

First off I just use the default photo editing tools to clean things up a bit. Tighten the crop and adjust the levels and white balance... mostly just "eyeballing" it. Notably I already like the pose, lighting, and composition - anything you can take care of in-camera rather than post is preferable! Then I gotta black out the gun tip - select the tip, tint orange toward blue, lower the saturation way down, then tweak the levels. Of course it still looks like a cap is on the tip, but the focus of the photo is kind of off the gun barrel anyway so who cares.

Next up we're going to swap out the background. In this case I want it to feel kind of indistinct - not a "scene" Wick is actively interacting with but more just scenery he's in front of. Wet nighttime streets are pretty prominent in the opening of Chapter 2 so I selected this photo. I try to use sites like Pixabay that offer free-use photos rather than just pulling whatever from Google Images.

Once I have the photo, I crop it to where the horizon line looks good, add a Gaussian blur to imply depth, and mask it in the background. Photoshop's auto-select has gotten pretty robust, I tweak the cutout just a bit for clarity and to add some light leaks around the outline

In this case I set the transparency to 92% to get it a little lighter. In any case, I then add an Exposure layer to darken it for mood lighting.

Next bit is color correction. In this case I wanted to evoke the look of Chapter 3 promo art... pulled a few reference images and took note of the orange/purple contrast and gradient they use:

I don't recall if I used the eyedropper tool but I created a similar gradient, set to split on my face so the two halves of the background ended up as different colors. Set the layer to "Soft Light" (in this case I actually duplicated it and set that duplicate to 25%), and I masked out some parts where the light is hitting particularly hard (left of face, hands, edge of gun) to keep a more natural look.

Since it's raining, I added a subtle "fog" look to the background. Created a single-layer duplicate of everything so far, masked the background, Gaussian blur - then set that layer to "Lighter Color". You can see it in the building lights, mostly - brings back some brightness after the multiple darkening we've done.

Finally bringing in some rain, again referencing the poster above.

To make the rain layers, I first make a solid black layer then "Add Noise" (monochromatic). Tweak the "Levels" so you get pockets of pure white against black (with a couple mid-grays layered in), then resize the layer so the dots are bigger than single pixels (it's fine if they get blurry). Finally, apply a motion blur to get the "falling" motion.

I do this twice to get a sense of depth. First layer is set to "Overlay" at low opacity (~25%), which also slightly darkens the image.

The second layer is set to "Screen", again at low opacity (~20%). Combined, it gives the effect of rain in front and behind throughout the scene.

Finally I add a cooling "Photo Filter" layer, masked out to points like my face and hands, to add a little contrast. Sometimes I'll do a final pass with "Levels" or "Exposure", "Add Noise", or use some subtle Instagram filters to make sure it looks good on the small screen, but not really in this case.

All said and done, I usually spend less than an hour per image. Despite ending up with 10+ layers it's not too complex and I find the results quite satisfying!

#cosplay #john wick #photoshop #photo edit #cosplay help #guide

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coconutnutmilk · 11 days

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Realish:one shot

Good lord help me.

I mean, the good lord in the other world, the one that doesnt play with other's lives and doesnt laugh whenever i beg.

The good good lord.

Anyway, i was right in the temple, few days after discovering Realish had many temples, they didnt really seem to care about peaple worshopping them but they did like having many homes.

Every temple was designed with only three rooms, an entrance with a giant soft throne, decorated with gold and quartzes, and labradorites, and a third room made with a soft pavement and a large round four poster bed, with tents and lots of pillows.

At first i thought i knew why they'd want just a room with a giant bed and floating candelabras, but i didnt.

When they brang me here for the first time all theyve done was sleep, talk to some humans as they would more often than expected come for help, not like they actually seemed to care, they just gave them food or some stones.

And for all the time being i just sat next to the throne, looking down at the twisted golden lines on the floor, that made a mess of circles.

At the moment, the God was eating their nails, looking at the void while sitting on the throne, this time, they had human legs and a pair of large pants that perfectly matched the shirt that also made the cape.

Probably waiting for some specific human or other to come in.

But few minutes passed by, i looked up at the God and they didnt even notice, that was weird, they always knew when something was happening.

Their face was completely neutral, completely lost in a trance, biting the nails distracted.

I kept looking at them a bit concerned, what was in their mind?

After few other minutes of nothing, i started hearing something.

At first it was some calm melody, but then it became a bit rougher, not in a too bad way.

The music just played as a background, it was normal, the God would often summon some music, usually calm songs.

It was a bit fast.

I didnt move keeping my sat position on the pillow the god had evoked before, dozing a little, amd looking at the windows thag took place basically anywhere, large and colored ones, that made the blizard outside a rainbow shower.

I looked up at the window, relaxing at the sound that made a huge contrast with the music.

Or at least for a bit, as the music quickly twisted as if the compact disk suddenly started going backwards, it was creepy and it went by for two whole seconds before starting again.

I felt chills down my spine, i looked up at the God a bit worried, were they ok? What the heck happened? I was just to call them with a small whisper but then...

A drop of blood ent down their hand and felt on their shirt from the biting, my heart twisted and i shout

"MASTER!"

They jumped and fell from their still position before looking at me, unfazed, to then notice their hand.

Blood, Realish was full of blood? That felt so unnatural.

Blood was human, organic, blood was for living beings.

They stared at their hand and instead of making the wound disappear they just rubbed the blood away with rhe shirt and took a deep breath.

"got a bit distracted..." No joy, no playfullness.

Who the heck was i talking to?

"i-is everything"without letting me finish as the quickly cut me "yea yea, i was just thinking about something" turning around, looking at me with a smile, a smile which sides trembled.

And turned around again, looking up to the roof as it was made of glass to see the night.

The blizzard was rough, and so were my feelings, the god was upset in a way i had never seen, it was something deep.

I returned my head towards the floor, visibly worried.

It was so off, they acted like a complete different person, and so suddenly.

I kept looking down, wanting to glance at the throne but still not doing it out of fear of being seen.

"i was just thinking about something" they suddenly spoke, speaking the last phrase in a more...irritated tone.

'thud'

they stepped down the throne.

I turned around as cold sweat formed on me, looking at them as they walked down the few steps and stopped before sitting and laying their head on their hands.

"m-master?" I tried to call them with a whisper, not getting a response, instead, i got ignored.

I crawled closer to them, still careful to stay oit of reach but enough so i could se at least a glipse of emotion from them, only to realize the mask made it impossible for me to see.

But then they got up again, making me retreat and look up as the walked to the nearby pillar, look at it, lifted a hand and

CRUSH

I covered my ears and let out a yelp as boulders fell on the ground, shaking it and lifting a nube of dust, making me cough and look at the god in fright.

But they didnt seem calmer.

They looked at the fallen pillar and groaned

"its not normal" a whisper came from them as they kicked a massive debris and sent it loudly to the other side of the temple.

All i could do was crawl behind the throne as i understood it was for a while before the God would calm down.

And i was correct.

An earthquake as another fist, then a kick then a shout, they were so angry with somethings.

Rocks went flying down the massive hall that was slowly getting destroyed, i covered my ears and shut my eyes, terrified of what would happen if they decided to take the anger out on me.

I cried, THUD, then i tried to cover myself from the falling debris, CRUSH, then i tried to steady my breathing, SMASH

But nothing else happened for moments that felt like ages, the ground shaking kept reminding me of how close this was happening, how high the possibilities of being a target were.

And just after few minutes, silence finally came, just the sound of heavy breathing.

I trembled and glanced outside the throne, only one pillar standing, the others all pulverised on the ground.

I let out a shaky breath, it finally ended, or at least i thought, as the God appeared, walked to the last pillar and instead of hitting it with a fist, a kick did, cracking the base as it started falling whole towards the throne.

I stared as the pillars slowly started falling towards me, it took few seconds for me before i realized which direction it was going, and all i could do was watch as it got closer and closer, faster, heavier...

Just like the deer stops at the flashing lights of a car on the road, i stopped at the closening giant pillar that was to crush me, until it stopped getting closer, it stopped moving at all, remaining half way down.

I heavy breathed, panicked, not really understanding before daring to take my eyes off it to look at the God...that just, with a relaxed hand barely touching the pillar, held it with an unfazed expression before, with a slight move of hand, the pillar shout it self to.the wall, sending debris that hit my head and caused me to shout again, covering myself in cower.

Was it over now? Was the God finally done?

The pillar layed still few meters from me, dust falling everywhere and rocks taking place where the loudly felt.

I sobbed and looked up, finally the silence.

Shaking i crawled outside of the throne and looked at the messed temple, the God was sitting on the steps of the throne right in front of me, and just as i walked a step back, they stared at me emotionless, sending a wave of terror in me.

"s-sorry..." I muttered, shaken.

The God sighed, something they never did, and looked at the room.

"i almost killed you" they spoke, and turned towards me again, their hand reaching for my wrist and pulling me slowly, closer.

"its fine, im done" they reassured me as they, as usual, read my mind.

A hand on my back pulled me until i hand to crawl on their lap, gripping my wrists and head, to then press me against the chest of the God, whose heart did not beat.

I stayed there without complaining, knowing what it would bring, instead, i kept sobbing, trying to find comfort on them and their weirdly kind act, tho they just forced me to sit on their lap and squish me like some comfort peluche.

I still tried to comfort myself, frightned by the God's outburst.

"sometimes i think too much, and i start...getting out of reality" they started, getting my attention.

"i start drawing, characters from a story i made, i dont even need to make plans, the story just starts flowing in my head, i start making new charachters whose background is complicated and...and so easily made from me..." Getting upset, sounding more...desperate.

"and the things, others keep asking me about how i did these things, but like...i just thought for a minute and a face suddenly appeared in my head, and so a new character was made... Because even when i dont want to, i keep thinking, when i need to do other things, things that actually matter" the grip started tightening, making me flinch as i listened.

"and i get upset...i cant listen, i cant read or watch movies with others, my mind just wont let go..."and sighed, upset.

"its not normal" yea, youre not normal.

They let out a groan and looked away.

"i need a break" and just like that, as i blinked, i found myself alone.

I looked around, the temple was perfect, clean, shining, and there was a beautyful night sky outside.

I shivered.

Oh well, guess il spend some me time.

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I would just like to say… that your use of colour in your work is absolutely insane!! Every time I look at your drawings and I see your colour-use my mind starts to go into overdrive. As someone who struggles with colour and colour palettes I’m so jealous in like the best way possible

Do you plan your colour palettes before hand (if so how do you go about doing that) or does it just sorta happen?

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I love ur art! <33

omg thank you so much for this ask, I absolutely love talking about the more technical side of art!

Believe it or not I actually really struggle with color too, it kinda feels like I have to wrestle the piece into looking cohesive while also having interesting and fun colors. I don't typically plan out a color palette before I start coloring since it feels too restrictive to me so I'll just have a rough idea of what the lighting and background is going to be and then I'll choose a base color that I paint everything on top of. I'll use these two [1] [2] as an example

My process for adding color is more or less just adding the base layer that I build everything else on top of, adding solid colors and shading with multiply and then throwing on some glow dodge and then adding on some details.

and these set the undertones and lighting for everything else that goes on top. it's a bit like painting in gouache if you've ever done that before. whatever is beneath everything doesn't just act as a background but will show through to the layers on top

Then its just blocking out the simple colors using a brush at half opacity. I don't think I ever actually choose their clothes beforehand and I kinda just go with whatever I think is gonna look the best or makes the most sense. So like with Ice and Goose in the second one, I wanted them to have contrast with each other so they would be easier to see who's who, and ended up with Ice in blue and Goose in warmer bright colors.

From there it's just a matter of using a mix of purple and blue to shade and adding in reds and oranges to make skin look less lifeless and then adding details and using different blending modes like glow dodge to add effects

But sometimes even after the 500 adjustment layers there's still some things that I still feel like messing with like making sure the lineart blends into the piece and environmental lighting such as the lighter blue reflections in the shadows here because of the water

but yeah this process isn't the same for everyone and it's just what feels right for me. I'd recommend taking something simple and figuring out what you like the most! My process changes from drawing to drawing, especially if it's more focused on the background like that one of Mav and Rooster arguing in the forest. and I tend to draw a lot of warm lighting like sunsets or blues and purples just because I like them but I rarely have a solid idea of what the final colored version will look like and instead I just start out with a general feeling I want the final to give off

#omg sorry this ended up being so long lol #if you guys want me to break down my other drawings I'd be so down!#I'm not even sure I answered your question in the end lol #but hopefully it made sense #art breakdown #answered asks #anii talks art

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