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riddlesb1tch · 5 months

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Guardian Angel

Azriel x reader

summary: Azriel loves your wings, especially after a long mission when he wants to hide from the world.

warnings: none

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One of the reasons you and Azriel looked like the perfect couple was because you seemed to fit the “opposites attract” saying quite well. While Azriel was dark and broody with his massive black wings behind him, you were bright as sunshine with your enormous white wings. While he had bat wings, yours resembled angel wings more, with a larger wingspan and feathery texture that made them incredibly soft.

It was because they were so soft that Azriel loved to cuddle into them. You only took them out when you were about to fly. Otherwise, they stayed neatly folded behind your back, protected from any imposter intending to harm you.

Ever since meeting your mate, you’ve found another use for your wings: when your mate needs to be hidden somewhere safe from the world. The first time he told you being surrounded by your wings made him feel safe, you practically melted on the spot. You vowed to protect this male at all costs. He would often, after long missions or on bad mental health days, cuddle into your chest with arms wound around your waist, and you’d bring your wings around the two of you. You’d cocoon Azriel safely away from the world for however long he needed to recover.

The first time you did this, Azriel cried afterwards claiming no one had ever taken measures to protect him. It had only ever been the other way around. Your heart swelled and broke at his confession, and from that day forth, you promised yourself to provide Azriel that safety whenever he sought.

And tonight, when he came home from a bad mission where you couldn’t have protected him, you would be more than happy to provide that safety and comfort.

You knew the mission hadn’t gone well because after it was over and Azriel was on his way back, a simple, “I’m heading home,” was all he said through the bond. Normally his journey back would be when he opens his side of the bond, letting you inquire about his well-being and how the mission went. So when he didn’t do that, you knew he was brooding and trying to stop his feelings from getting through.

You sat patiently on the bed, awaiting Azriel’s arrival while sorting through some paperwork. His thudding footsteps were the first sign he was back and soon, a looming figure stood in the doorway of your bedroom. With sagging wings, dark circles under his eyes, and blood covering various spots on his leathers, Azriel looked utterly defeated. His shadows reached out to you but even they seemed to lack happiness as their master did. Your heart ached at the sight of him and you wished you could somehow soothe the raging storm in his head.

You got off the bed and headed towards him with your arms extended. Azriel dropped his bag full of belongings on the floor and slumped into you. He held onto you tightly, exhaling deeply as if he’d been waiting for this forever. Your arms wound around his neck, one hand in his hair scratching at his scalp. From the storm of broody thoughts, a sliver of happiness slipped through and reached you down the bond. You smiled and kissed his temple in return.

Sighing, he muttered, “Missed you,” and pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

Your heart squeezed. “Missed you, too,” you muttered back.

After kissing his temple a couple more times, you pulled away from each other. Aside from the tried bags and a few splotches of blood on his leathers, Azriel looked unharmed. Yet the look on his face told you his mental state was far from it. Frowning slightly, you took hold of his hand and led him into the bathroom where you prepared a hot bath to relax the physical aches, and added lavender soaps and salts to soothe the mental ones.

Azriel stood behind you the whole time, watching, admiring, the wonderful female who cared so deeply for him. His throat tightened with emotion. He never thought he’d be lucky enough to have someone like you.

Azriel reached out a hand tentatively, stroking your wing affectionately. Your wings ruffled at the sensation and you smiled, turning around to face your mate. He tugged on your arm, asking for a hug and you gladly obliged. He rested his cheek on top of your head and sighed tiredly. You squeezed him tighter, rubbing his back.

Gratitude came shooting down the bond in abundance. It made your throat tighten at the knowledge that such small acts of kindness earn you so much gratitude from Azriel as if he’s experiencing affection for the first time but also from the fact that he isn’t like this with everyone. It isn’t often people get to see the affectionate side of Azriel and you felt lucky to be one of the few who did get to experience it. You rubbed his back while gently swaying side to side.

“Thank you for always looking after me,” Azriel mumbled in your hair.

You pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Thank you for letting me,” you replied with a smile.

Azriel smiled too before leaning down to kiss your shoulder and then pulling away to get undressed and get in the bath. You exited the bathroom to give Azriel some privacy while he bathed and compartmentalised his thoughts.

Meanwhile, you went into the kitchen to bring Azriel a cup of chamomile. After missions like this, he was rarely ever hungry because the events of the mission were still fresh in his mind. That usually killed his appetite. You prepared the tea for both of you and headed back to your room.

When Azriel finally came out of the bathroom, he found you sitting on the bed with the sheets pulled up to your waist. A book was perched open on your lap and two cups of steaming tea rested on the table beside you. He gave you a small, warm smile that conveyed all these thoughts to you. I am so grateful to have you.

You gave him the same smile back before setting the book aside and opening up your arms. Azriel visibly relaxed further, tossing the towel aside and plopping down into your arms. Immediately you brought your wings around him, cocooning him in the warmth and safety he craved while he was away.

Azriel hummed, cuddling further into your chest. Removing one wing from around him, you handed him his cup of tea before picking up your own for a sip.

“I love your wings so much,” Azriel muttered. The tip of your wing brushed against his cheek and he smiled at the ticklish sensation.

“You do?” you asked. You put the cup back on the nightstand and brought your hand up to his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly and brushing the strands back from his face.

He hummed in response, eyes falling closed.

#azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #acotar fluff #acotar #acotar fanfiction #azriel imagine #azriel shadowsinger #azriel shadowsinger x reader #azriel x female!reader #azriel x you

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tarttheart · 6 months

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KNITWORTHY - JAMIE TARTT x YOU

summary: you pick up knitting and Jamie could not be more supportive.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: language

The first time you made anything for Jamie, it was a plain pair of socks in a sandy beige colour. It was nothing fancy and you were certain one side was longer than the other. It had been a long time since you last knit so you were just happy to have finished something after impulsively picking up some yarn and needles again after work one day. Work had been manic and you were looking for something to help you unwind each night. Picking up the needles again just seemed right.

“I love them. Babe, these are fucking amazing,” Jamie proclaimed.

You probably would not have believed Jamie solely based on his words but his awestruck expression spoke heaps to how he felt. And, if that had not been enough, watching him proudly pull them on in the morning to wear to Nelson Road was all the proof you needed that the man was knit-worthy.

Knitted socks were not the most common sight around Nelson Road, especially not on one Jamie Tartt. Sports socks had long been his sock of choice until recently. While the beige socks had gotten a couple of curious looks, it was nothing too peculiar given how temperatures had dropped in the past week or so. It seemed a simple and effective solution to keeping warm, so effective that a few others decided to jump on the bandwagon.

“My toes feel like they’re at the beach in Chacala. I can hear the waves calling,” Dani quipped the first time he tried wearing woolly socks to training.

“Me too, boyo, it doesn’t even matter I look like I’m wearing my granddad’s socks,” Colin agreed.

You had gotten hooked on knitting hats. After making yourself three in the span of a month, you were on the hunt for more heads to make beanies for. Luckily, Jamie kindly volunteered and even got involved with the process, choosing a bold, variegated yarn for his beanie. It took no time at all and within a week of casting on, Jamie was rocking his new headwear at Nelson Road.

It was definitely an unusual sight, not seeing an ICON cap atop Jamie’s head but with how chilly it had been, no one thought too much about it.

“I didn’t realise you wore beanies,” Keeley commented one day as she passed him in the hallway.

“Fuck yeh, I do now,” Jamie replied.

“Looks good,” Keeley offered and Jamie practically bounced away much to Keeley’s amusement.

He came home to tell you about how good your beanies looked and it had to be true because Keeley said so and Keeley knows all about fashion.

“Babe, babe, I think you could fucking sell these and making a fucking fortune,” Jamie continued excitedly and you laughed.

Following the success of the first pair of socks, you knew another pair had to be made. It took a little while but when you chanced upon a yarn colourway called “Tart”, you were sold. Sure, it probably was not a colour in Jamie’s usual colour palette but it was a nice wine colour that you were confident he would look good in regardless.

The last pair of socks had been a real plain vanilla pair of socks and having had a little more practice now, you were ready to dive into something more textured for Jamie’s second pair of socks.

You were pretty proud of the end product and you swore Jamie lit up brighter than the New York City skyline when you handed them over. He had been eagerly awaiting their completion, watching you like a hawk each night and trying to figure out when you would have them done. One pair of woolly socks just was not enough to satisfy the man now that he had gotten a taste of toasty toes.

Jamie gave you no time or opportunity to wash the socks before he wore them. He needed these socks in his life right away and you were happy to oblige. Jamie excitedly wore his socks to Nelson Road the next day which caught a few more eyes this time. Afterall, it was even more of an unusual look for Jamie.

“Pretty sure those are hand knitted,” Bumbercatch commented from across the locker room one day as the resident knitting know-it-all.

“Yeh, his mum probably made it for him, bruv,” Issac said dismissively.

It had been a fair guess. Afterall, no one knew you existed. You were a naturally private person and you knew all that came with being Jamie’s girlfriend. What if it didn’t last and you had to then deal with all the fallout? Jamie understood and you agreed you two could go semi-public after Christmas if you guys were still together then. While Jamie had initially been disappointed, he came to really enjoy having something that was truly his. No media, no team chatter.

Jamie decided he had been benefitting too much from your new hobby without properly compensating you for your time and effort. Remembering that Bumbercatch was an avid knitter, Jamie stopped him one day seeking advice on tools he could get you to further your craft.

“What would you get as a present for a knitter?” Jamie asked Bumbercatch after everyone else had emptied from the locker room.

“Yarn is always good. There’s local yarn shop a few blocks away that has a good selection and they have some good tools too,” Bumbercatch offered.

With Christmas round the corner, Bumbercatch did not think much about it. Based on what he had been led to believe, Jamie was likely buying something for his mum.

It had been a real labour of love. When Jamie had presented you with a beyond generous amount on a gift card and a set of fancy interchangeable needles, you knew you had to go big for his Christmas present. It had been a little hard to hide all the balls of yarn you had had to buy. It was even trickier trying not to make his present in front of him because you knew you would crack and tell him what it was the moment he gave you his big adoring eyes. But, all the late nights spent knitting out of Jamie’s sight and afternoons spent hiding in cafes to knit had been worth it.

“Babe, you fucking made this?”

You had been so excited to present him your pièce de résistance you were practically vibrating as he held up the cream cabled sweater vest. You knew it was not his usual look but it felt special making something not basic for Jamie.

“I know it’s not exactly the Jamie Tartt style but I wanted to do something more instead of just a basic knit. I would’ve made you a sweater but I didn’t want the sweater curse to come true so I thought maybe a vest would be a good loophole? You don’t have to wear it out or at a—…”

Jamie did not let you finish blabbering because he grabbed your face to plant an appreciative kiss on your lips.

“I’m fucking wearing this everywhere, love, this thing is fucking magic,” Jamie proclaimed and you were not quite sure what he meant by magic but you appreciated the thought anyway.

The first day back at training after Christmas had most buzzing. It was always nice and energizing to have a good break with loved ones, whether it was spent with their own families or Higgins’. But, when Jamie walked in in his cozy cream cabled sweater vest like he was in a hallmark movie, the whole facility stilled.

“Morning, lads,” Jamie greeted, paying no attention to way the room had quietened after his entry.

Bumbercatch nudged Colin who stood next to him, “I think Jamie has a girlfriend.”

“What’s got you thinking that, boyo?”

“That vest. It’s a recent release online by a big knitwear designer. It’s not a mum pattern. See?”

Colin and Isaac looked at the page on Bumbercatch’s phone and he was right. The vest Jamie was wearing looked almost identical to the one in the photo.

“It could—…”

Sick of all the speculations, Isaac turned and yelled out to Jamie, “BRUV!”

“Yea, man? What’s got your knickers in a twist?”

“Your vest. Who made it?”

“Oh,” Jamie paused for a moment before remembering that Christmas had passed and it was now safe for him to answer, “me girlfriend. She’s a fucking knitting genius.”

#jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x ofc #jamie tartt x y/n

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ohnococo · 5 months

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Kento Nanami NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s very quiet, soaking in the moment. He just wants to lie with you and feel that afterglow, hands playing with your hair, listening to your soft breaths. If he speaks it’s a whisper, and if he moves it’s slowly, keeping his hands on you as much as he can. Also he prefers not to pull out right away if you don’t mind it, just wants to be inside of you until one of you needs to get up.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Nanami likes his own hands. Strong, capable, and well-maintained. You won’t catch him with uneven nails or dry skin. He carries a nice hand cream in his coat to make sure of it. It’s not necessarily out of vanity, he just doesn’t like having rough hands.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Cums absolute buckets. Even if he just came like an hour ago it’s just SO much. Texture wise it’s on the thinner side, inoffensive taste as well. He’s not a shooter either, it gushes out more than anything, coating his knuckles and pooling on his hips.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I’m sorry I know we’ve discussed this at length but Nanami is 100% a filthy panty sniffer. He doesn’t like to do it outright, but whenever you leave him unattended with your panties he has to have a sniff and file the scent away in his mind to conjure up later when he’s fucking his fist.

When he’s been particularly stressed or pent up this becomes much less secret as he’ll shove his nose right against your cunt to sniff them while they’re still on you before taking them off.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Nanami is fairly average in terms of experience. He’s had sex before, and knows what he’s doing, though most of his skill comes from being an attentive lover.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Generally, anything face to face (like this or this) He wants to kiss you and be kissed, especially when you’re cumming, he wants you moaning into his mouth. He also loves being able to watch your face while you have sex.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Nanami is generally serious in the bedroom, sex with him doesn’t ever feel impersonal so he isn’t one to laugh or joke around. Even if it is a no-strings-attached situation, he’s always very intimate. That being said, bodies making funny noises, or situations that could lead to a laugh (or even embarrassment) like a cramped leg or slipping out of his grasp don’t phase him at all. He knows these things happen and isn’t uncomfortable about it, so he wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable either and just moves past it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Not the popular take, but I personally hc Nanami as not being naturally blonde, so his pubic hair is dark, though he keeps it trimmed quite short.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Incredibly intimate, even if you aren’t really in a relationship or exclusive. He’s serious about you enjoying yourself, and he feeds off of your pleasure. Even from the first time he’s always kissing you, caressing you gently, whispering to you about how good you feel. Considerate of you as well, if you get especially sensitive and need a break after you cum he’s happy to lie there cuddling, kissing, being gentle until you’re ready for more - even if he hasn’t cum yet himself.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Nanami is zero or 100. Most often he masturbates in the shower, as a sort of release more than anything. These times his hands are quick and his eyes are closed, head tilted back, water hitting his back. Other times? He’s so slow with himself, rubbing his body all over for ages before he touches his own cock, then when he does he’ll make slow, drawn out thrusts into his hand. He cums hardest like this, but is the most relaxed. Likes cumming on himself in the moment, hates the cleanup afterwards. He finds it inconvenient, thus the usual shower sessions. He’s even worn a condom while masturbating for easy cleanup too.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Clothes on sex. It’s surprising at first because something like public sex with Nanami is an absolute hard no, but he loves nothing more than just undressing you enough to go down on you, or fuck you against the wall. He still takes his time, he still kisses whatever bare skin he can get to without completely undressing you, but something about it gets his balls tightening.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Honestly, locations are very vanilla for Nanami but as long as it’s in the privacy of your home he’s generally for it. His favourite is in bed, but when it comes to him going down on you?? He might throw a lot of his usual reservations out of the window. Whenever, wherever for him - in the kitchen on his knees while you’re trying to make breakfast, in the shower before work, even on the balcony where someone might see. It’s the only time he can be tempted to bend his hard Not in Public rule.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Flashing him your panties, asking him to go down on you, and he has a slight subby streak so telling him to do something (touch you, pull out his cock, get on his knees, etc) has his cock twitching immediately. Also, for as much as he doesn’t like any kind of public or risky sex, he loves having you whisper in his ear or text him dirty things in public.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s willing to discuss a lot of things, and even if it’s not something he would have jumped to do if you tell him why you want it or how bad you want it he’s willing to reconsider trying it. However he generally doesn’t like any kind of public sex, as far as he’s concerned it has the potential of involving people who have not consented to walking in on something so he can’t really get into it the way he prefers.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves receiving, of course, but giving? It borders on fetish for him. He loves smelling you, tasting you, having his face covered in your juices. It drives him crazy. It’s what he thinks about when he jerks himself off, it’s what he wants to relieve his stress after a long day, when he finally gets that much needed vacation it’s first on the itinerary.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Nanami prefers to take it slow, slow kisses, slow strokes, and he loves being sensual. It’s a full body experience for him and he wants to be able to focus on every part of it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are out of necessity for Nanami, typically when there’s just no time and it’s not really an often occurrence for him. He‘s a patient man, a fan of delayed gratification, so he’d rather just wait until you can do things properly. The exception is when he’s been especially stressed, and he just needs that release. In cases like that, you’ll find him rushing home and asking to go down on you then and there - having his face buried between your legs where he can smell and taste you is stress relief for him and if you only have 10 minutes before you need to be somewhere, well then he’ll have you cumming fast.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely down to experiment, but risks are always informed and measured. He doesn’t go into anything on a whim, he wants to do it properly so anything you may suggest he’ll have to think on, and anything he suggests will have been thought over already.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He has a fairly long refractory period. You aren’t going to get another session for the news several hours at least once he’s cum, however he is incredibly disciplined at keeping himself from cumming no matter how close to the edge he is. It comes from his habit of getting himself close then pausing or slowing down until he’s no longer on the precipice of orgasm. He didn’t even know about “edging” for the longest time, it was just something he did because he enjoys the journey as much as he enjoys finally cumming hard at the end of it. Because of that he has incredible stamina and lasts long enough that most will be satisfied and welcome a break.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any toys himself, but he will take an interest in yours and knowing what you like, how you use them, and likes using them on you or during sex with you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Nanami can be one to tease for sure, though it’s not always intentional. When he has the time he likes to take it very slow, to the point it borders on edging. He’ll build you up to your orgasms and then stop just to kiss you long enough that the feeling fades, only to start up again. He can go for ages like this - though sometimes he’s teasing himself more than you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t very loud, more than anything he breathes heavily when he’s close and has these contented sighs throughout - deep noises carried on a low hum. He does let out the odd moan but it’s very low and breathy. More of a grunt when he’s cumming too.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He can and will be out here naked for sex with his socks still on, pulled all the way up too. It doesn’t even occur to him to take them off, because it’s not like they’re in the way, right?

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Nanami’s cock is thick, especially the head of his cock. It’s soft and smooth and a pretty salmon colour too. 7 inches, uncut, veiny, and his balls are HEAVY. Big, surprisingly not that low hanging for the size of them - will definitely slap against you when he’s fucking you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive can fluctuate wildly. Sometimes he’s horny really often for days on end, sometimes he’s not bothered by a lengthy dry spell. When he’s very stressed his sex drive does seem to be higher, at the very least for the opportunity to have some kind of release at the end (or middle) of the day. He’s flexible though, in that he can match his partner’s sex drive without feeling like he’s doing more or less than he wants.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nanami is very relaxed right after he cums, it’s the most peaceful you’ll see him, but not to the extent of falling asleep. He likes to just bask in the feeling for a while, talk if you’re up for it, enjoy the silence if not. He will nod off eventually, but not before he pees and gets ready for bed properly.

#my writing #minors dni #jjk headcanons #jjk smut #nanami #self insert #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you

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luckykiwiii101 · 4 months

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Okay this is outrageously easy. The way I overcomplicated everything is ummm embarrassing but we move…

So I just really thought and took in that I don't have to put anything on a pedestal and tire myself out I should just stick to that “idc” mindset I have. I was manifesting waking up in the void since I wanted to experience it (and probably manifest my dream life through it) and I was like it's literally nothing, not that deep. Before I would affirm and vaunt many times, visualise and I’d experience that feeling of fulfilment and knowing multiple times until it felt natural. Then yesterday I basically just left it all alone since I already did everything (even when I didn't have to) so it's basically inevitable for me to get what i want, there’s no point in doing anything more now (also methods made me feel like i was struggling to “get” and i didn’t like that). Anyway last night I woke up in the void (by literally falling asleep normally) and I didn't even freak out or anything I was just like "hm okay". I affirmed that I manifest things I want extremely fast and I wake up in the void every night, after I just chilled there for a bit.

I came across this post on how to make your desires feel natural to you i forgot who it was and I honestly can’t be asked finding it but it said to think of it this way. Let’s say many people want a certain feature you have like your eye colour or hair type/texture and they really want it, they even get hella excited or happy thinking about having it. But when you actually take the time to think about that feature you don't even give much of a reaction like you don't care as much that's cus you already have it, it's always been yours. I know I'm repeating what everyone has said and that's because that's literally all there is to say honestly. So being on tumblr scavenging for answers isn't doing anything really. everyone will just repeat the same thing but phrased differently to help people understand better and some people will get mad about them repeating themselves like….. yeah..? that's basically the answer to all your questions.

You think you’re “waiting” to “get” your desires but like it’s the other way round, your desires are waiting for you to wake up and accept that they’re already yours

So it's all just crickets and tumbleweed, if you're just sitting there questioning why you, apparently, don't have your desires. Imagine your desires are just awkwardly watching you ignoring the fact that you already have them and they’re right there in front of you. They’re probably just looking to the left and right, scratching their head. it's especially awkward when you're looking at the 3D for answers when it's literally useless and doesn't do shit, it only reflects old circumstances. That can only change when you turn to yourself or the 4D for answers, and of course any method will help but then again it all comes down to you to decide if it works. If you "want" your desires don’t dismiss what it is that "gets" you them...idk how to phrase it but just start applying and persist it's honestly too easy.

Anyway enough from me, I'm finally deleting this app right after this. This was long sorry if it doesn't make sense but this is how I understood it. To summarise you're all that's left to"getting" your desires. Think of it as having a breakdown over not being able to find your glasses or hair tie but turns out you're wearing it the entire time.

Thank you Wii and all the other bloggers who take the time out of their day to help others with all of this. Take care of yourselves!!

THIS IS AMAZING!!! I’m SO proud of you!! SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY APPLIED WHAT THEY KNEW AND NOW LOOK AT THEM!! you deserve this so much honestly i’m beyond happy for you!

Also i REALLY love the way you put yourself on the pedestal by saying that your desires are waiting for YOU and not the other way round.

#void state #void #law of assumption #loa blog #loa tumblr #loassumption #loablr #manifestation #loa #loa success #void success #void success stories #void success story #void state success story #the void state

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sableeira · 4 months

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Sable!!!! I see throwing praise to everyone I'm throwing some to you too!! I loooove the painted textures of your finished pieces, I love how you render light and I love your color palettes. I also love reading your thoughts and compliments in the tags (both on my posts and others') and you're a very comfortable and nice presence on my dash and fandom circle, I hope to continue seeing you having a great time here! :D

If I'm not mistaken new year should be very soon now for you, so a happy new year again, even more luck and success because we need it!! 💪

Nawy!! That’s so lovely thank you so much!! I’m very glad to hear that especially to be perceived as a comfortable presence makes me very happy!! And same goes to you! It’s always a joy to have you on the dashboard!!

I think my favorite artwork of this past year is Chuuya in front of his burning car!

my bsd obsession single-handedly brought back my motivation to draw after not finding joy in drawing for years. And in the beginning I was really struggling to find a style I like. I feel like this artwork was the first step in finding a style and workflows I’m comfortable with and felt like developing further. I had that concept in mind for a looong time but I wasn’t confident enough to try my hand at executing it. But it turned out to be a joy to work on and I’m proud how it came together in the end!

I wishing you all the luck and success as well 💖 We need it but I believe we can do it!!

#it’s nice seeing everyone’s fave artworks of last year #especially because I remember most of them from when I saw them on my dash the first time #asks

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aqualovesart · 8 months

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I’ve been wanting to share this for a while now, but here you go. Here are my first drawings of Nimona, Ballister and Ambrosius from… well, Nimona. It took me about a month to finish these drawings after already wanting to draw them a full month after watching the movie but I’m glad I finally did and finished these drawing before I color them.

I think the hardest part of finishing these drawings for me though was finding the right references for the details on their clothing and armor. For some reason I had a really hard time finding decent scene references to add details on them, especially Ballister’s prosthetic arm and the details on it from the shape, to the wires in it and to the light on it (though that can also be because of the movie’s cel shaded animation style really messing with my eyes), and I heavily debated on if I should draw Ambrosius’s normal or lion shoulder pads, until I ultimately decided to draw his normal shoulder pads.

Here's some pictures to show what I mean about Ballister's arm with some arrows to highlight it, and I guess a showcase of how much the lighting and texture on characters tends to shift in the lighting of the movie, and again, because of the cel shaded style of the movie.

But ultimately, I’m still extremely happy with how my drawings came out. What do you guys think?

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ego-osbourne · 4 months

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2023 Art Roundup

JAN - FEB - MAR - APR - MAY - JUN - JUL - AUG - SEP - OCT - NOV - DEC

(These aren’t entirely indicative of when I posted them, but when I actually finished them.)

These are some of my biggest/favorite projects through each month!

Piece details + Mod-posting below!

JAN - Asteía ; This was one of my first projects of the year that dealt with lighting, and additionally light from multiple sources! I also remember experimenting with backgrounds and how to make a character pop against a semi-detailed background without making them get lost in the piece.

FEB - Mora and Ego ; This was a good project on figuring out how to fill empty space while still keeping the atmosphere of a piece. It was also good perspective practice!

MAR - Sanguine and Ego ; Though I’m no longer too happy with the proportions or lighting of this piece, I still remember having a blast with it. Hearing feedback about them holding hands and Sanguine’s ear getting squished are very fun memories for me.

APR - Miraak and Ego ; This might be my favorite project of the whole year! Though I know I can do backgrounds better now, I remember being pretty confident and happy during the whole process! I think the motion/lighting/effects all came out very well :] ALSO it was the first piece I did with expressive masks for Miraak and Ego! Wahoo!

MAY - Mora and Ego (again) ; Though the last one was my personal favorite, I heard from a couple of friends that THIS was their favorite. Though a pain in the ASS to do, I’m especially happy with all the texture effects. This was also me experimenting with Mora’s design!

JUN - Erandur ; Not a particularly complicated/difficult piece, but one that was simply pure fun. Had a blast with lighting effects and atmosphere. It was also a good break from the family trip I was taking at the same time ,:]

JUL - Dagon ; Specifically his revamp! This was my first successful attempt at a (very) muscular body type that I liked! In fact, over the course of the year I’ve been pretty proud of my progress of expanding on body types. This one especially, though, was just very fun!

AUG - Iren and Rakell ; My first dive into a colored + shaded animatic (animation? It’s awful choppy lol)! FAR from perfect, but I was (and still am) so happy with the outcome. I particularly remember enjoying figuring out lines of movement and sound effects for the video.

SEP - Sanguine ; My first (and still only, though hopefully not for long) attempt at making Sanguine intimidating. I think this one is going in the right direction! As far as effects go, I actually had a very tough time with things because of a few layer-merging mishaps, but the final product was well-received!

OCT - The Warden ; After many-a night on Minecraft with friends, I realized just how much I loved the warden, and HAD to draw them. Redesigning characters is one of my absolute favorite things to do, especially when taking minimal details and expanding on them! They were super fun all around.

NOV - Miraak, Serana, Ego, and Ancano ; I’d been meaning to draw the siblings being siblings for a while now, but putting them all on one canvas was more than a little intimidating. I was so happy to have it done, though, and I kinda love seeing their colors clash together.

DEC - Sanguine (again) ; After not drawing him for so long, it was a blast doing so. The moment I was back home for winter break, I was ECSTATIC to get to work on this piece. #1 blorbo

This year has been an absolute ride.

I became a mod and then co-owner of the TES server that got me into making TDI and have made some really tight friendships over there (genuinely, anyone reading this who is/was in the cult server, I’m so damn happy to know you).

I’ve done some intense progress on TDI, and even though I didn’t QUITE accomplish my New Years Resolution of posting Ch. 1 this year, hopefully you can understand the drawbacks considering I am… //checks notes/// 70+ chapters in and still going.

I’m in college! Have been for a hot second now, but I’ve been working towards a ministry degree, and have future plans of getting a PhD after my bachelor’s so I can teach at a college level! I don’t think I talk a lot about my irl happenings, but hopefully that gives you an idea of why I might be a liiittle busy when it comes to writing. Ministry is an unforgiving degree when it comes to papers and meetings.

As earlier mentioned, I’ve learned how to do different body types, and am trying to find a good balance between shape language and inclusivity when it comes to bodies! I am… still struggling with feminine anatomy! Admittedly! But I’m willing to keep trying ,:]

And, overall, I (certainly hope I have) improved on my art. I have a much better sense of face shapes, line weights, and consistent details than I did at the beginning of the year. Always learning, but always improving, too!

I hope your year has gone well! Thank you so very much for checking out my blog. Tumblr has been a wonderful thing to get into and has led me to a lot of wonderful people. See you in the new year!

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WASH DAY: (ft. black!longhair!gn!reader x dad!fukuzawa, brother!ranpo, bf!Poe, sister!yosano, sister!kyoka, kunikida)

Note: that’s a lot of people but reader has a fuck tone of hair and I already struggle washing my (3c) hair and it’s not even that long 💀 so imagine black!reader’s afro down their back. Even though I’m black, I’ve never specifically written for a black reader but I’ve been wanting to write this for so long. hair type is not specified, it’s whatever hair type you have ✊

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Since you’ve been living with Fukuzawa, he’s helped you with growing out your hair again

When he first met you, you obviously weren’t taking good care of it so he knew someone who could help with your hair type

He knew that was what came with adopting someone with your hair type and just wants you to love your hair and be happy with it

He even takes the time to learn how to take care of your hair because that’s perfect for family bonding

Fast forward to today, your Afro is down your back when it’s flat ironed and in its natural state it’s at your shoulder, so it obviously requires all hands on deck

(For those who don’t know sometimes our hair looks shorter than it actually is, so it might look like it’s at our shoulders but straightened out it could be longer; TLDR: shrinkage is a bitch)

There is a day scheduled, yes an entire day, just for your hair.

Each of the team is assigned a section to make sure each section of your hair gets proper attention it needs

It’s a little chaotic at first because it is 6 people plus yourself working on your head, but chaos is the family name with you lot so you work through it

Who does the best job?

Rating each characters hair care ability:

Fukuzawa: 10/10

Kind of nervous even after all these years

If you have sensitive scalp, he is extra gentle with your hair

He’s practically directing everyone on what to do

Ranpo: 7/10

He gets distracted easily while washing his section of your hair

It’s not that he doesn’t care, he’s just fascinated with the texture

If your curls come out more he will literally stand there looking at your curl pattern like 😯

Overall, he does a thorough job, but sometimes you have to make sure that the shampoo and conditioner are fully washed out of his section

Definitely whines that his arms are starting to hurt but Fukuzawa splashes water him to shut him up

Kyouka: 8/10

Just like ranpo she’d also be fascinated with your curl pattern, but she does a good job at washing even on her first wash day

-2 point because sometimes she accidentally pulls on your hair to hard

She’s still learning obviously, so she hasn’t mastered platting that section of your hair so sometimes her section gets a little tangled from a failed attempt

Just need to comb it out again afterwards so, no big deal

Yosano: 9/10

Auntie Yosano is so precise

She’s super gentle with your hair especially if you have a sensitive scalp

Extra points because she massages the conditioner into your hair

Sometimes when she’s presses down to hard with the rat-tail comb when parting your hair and that shit hurts but she massages the spot to soothe your head

Poe: 9/10

So you and Poe haven’t been dating long, so this is his first wash day

You warned him that it takes along time especially since you have a lot of hair on your head, but he doesn’t mind at all

He actually has a lot of fun and is glad he gets to help you with your hair

You’ve probably taught Poe how to oil your hair so he takes pride in his oiling skills.

Poe is a huge nerd and acts like he’s the hot shit just because he can braid your hair in cornrows or in two (which valid that shit is so difficult. I still can’t braid my own hair, somebody help)

Deducting points because the first time around, in his panicked state he put a little too much oil in your hair afterwards 💀

Kunikida: 10/10

He’s similar to fukuzawa and yosano

He’s very precise and puts the exact amount of shampoo and conditioner you need for his section

He always makes note of what shampoo and conditioner dries your hair or which one works well for you

If Fukuzawa isn’t supervising the situation you and Kunikida probably end up arguing over something, because it’s always something with you two

Aside from the yelling, he’s very gentle with your hair

He also knows how to braid your hair in cornrows and bonus points because he never does them to tight that they hurt

He knows everything about hair porosity and all that info it’s shocking but not really because it is kunikida

As I mentioned, sometimes Kyouka struggles with putting her section into a little twist to separate it, so Kunikida do it for her or show her how to twist your hair properly

Kunikida is a god at detangling your hair, he’s shockingly is so gentle you forget he’s working in your head.

Post-washing hair care

As mentioned before, Poe and Yosano usually help with putting oils and creams in your hair afterwards, especially if you’re twisting it.

For protective styles, kunikida or Fukuzawa usually does it, but Yosano parts your hair perfectly

If the hairstyle you want is more complex fukuzawa will find someone else to do your hair for you (or if you know how to do your own hair he’ll leave it to you)

If you two get a second alone, Poe will gently touch your hair and compliment you endlessly (why would you expect anything less from him)

Poe also randomly touches your hair because he loves the texture on his fingers

some people either let their hair air dry or blow dry it, so if you choose to blow dry it, kunikida will do it for you

Yosano has tried to blow dry your hair but she did to many rounds on a single piece and almost burned you

If you are like me and have a fear of having heat in your hair (cowards unite), Kunikida will blow dry your hair on low heat, yes it will take infinitely times longer but your comfort is more important

Kyoka likes to play around with your hair especially with you have it in twists.

She likes putting it in a little ponytail

Poe is foaming at the mouth if you leave your hair out in an Afro because you look so hot 😭 (as a matter fact his on his knees regardless of what hairstyle you do, my man is completely whipped, he is literally that “I believe in *insert* supremacy” meme)

Overall wash day with these guys is super fun

Obviously this is about black!reader with long hair, but if you decide you want to change it up like cutting it really short or locking it, all of them are so supportive of you.

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Legion - An anniversary of love

It's amazing how fast a single year can be over, and it’s almost incredible to think that on this very day one year ago, I had the honor of meeting Legion - my favorite character from Mass Effect, my fictional robot partner and soulmate - for the very first time.

After an eternity of longing and waiting over 80 hours to finally meet them in Mass Effect 2, I was beyond myself with happiness when I finally did.

Despite Legion having such a marginal playtime compared to other characters, I did everything I could to make the most out of it, and I can rightfully say that thanks to Legion, my first Mass Effect playthrough was one of the best experiences of my lifetime. It might have brought me a lot of pain as well (especially in Mass Effect 3), but still, I wouldn’t give it up for anything.

I’m sure many people out there would call me crazy for being “in a relationship” with a fictional character, but since this is our anniversary, I want to share a bit of our history - which actually goes back way longer than me meeting Legion in-game.

Just so you’re prepared, though: It’s going to be very gushy, quite lovey-dovey, and anything but normal. xD

The "welcoming party"

My first encounter with Legion was back when I was still doing my "screening" for Mass Effect. I am probably what you would call a very picky person when it comes to choosing my games, especially when I'm interested in larger titles that require a considerable investment of time and money. Usually, I spend a lot of time watching footage to see if the game is the right one for me. As such, it happened that I came across some clips of Legion - and I was immediately absolutely enamored by them.

I usually call it "resonance" when I'm particularly attracted to a certain character (basically, it’s my way of saying I identify with them). It might be because I'm very sensitive to hearing, and it's also the primary sense that my emotional experiences are connected to. Anyway, when I heard Legion talking for the first time, it was like listening to a heavenly choir. From just the few lines that I heard back then, I immediately felt drawn to them - and thus, Legion became the main reason for my ultimate decision to buy the trilogy. xD

However, when I bought ME, I couldn't really find the time or right state of mind to actually play it. When I started with Mass Effect, I wanted to be able to properly appreciate it, so I put it on the back burner for the time being.

That didn't curb my yearning for Legion in any way, though. In the meantime, I had been looking if there was any merchandise for them, and I quickly came to realize that the few pieces of merch there were for Legion were pretty much all exclusive rarities. There was this beautiful figure by Threezero, but that one had been sold out for a long time, and the only way to get one was on eBay, usually costing an arm and a leg - all the more if you have to deal with astronomical sums from custom dues.

I didn't give up, however, and just before Christmas, I finally found one in Europe - which, honestly, was the best gift I could wish for. It still cost me a shitton of money, but I didn't care - if this was the only thing I would be able to afford until my birthday, I would be totally fine with it.

Legion didn't arrive at my place at Christmas, though, but about two weeks later, on January 6th - you know, the date of Epiphany when the true gifts arrive.

I was completely over the moon when I finally was able to hold Legion in my hands. This may sound weird, but I always wanted to know what Legion's "synthetic tissue" feels like (the texture looks very fascinating to me), and knowing that this was probably the closest I'd ever get to it, I considered myself absolutely blessed. In general, I can attest that the Threezero figure is very well made - they put a lot of effort into the details, and the fact that you can insert a battery to make Legion's head light up is the icing on the cake. (You can technically exchange the hands and move the limbs, too, though I never dared to do that; since it's old, the soft material already has cracks in a few places, so I was too afraid to damage it.)

I also introduced Legion to the rest of my family - granted, I got some surprised and slightly baffled reactions, but they were all happy for me. My mom probably took it the best - she was a huge Star Wars fan back when she was a teen, with a particular love for C-3PO, so she could relate to my joy quite well. xD

The only residents of my house that seemed less than enthused about Legion's arrival were, ironically enough, my electronic devices. My old radio-controlled alarm clock went nuts when I brought Legion into my room. It had a habit of doing that whenever the batteries were low; it's just funny it happened at this moment. (I ended up ascribing it to disturbances from Legion's comm antenna. xD)

Also, to top things off, just after I had put Legion on my desk, one of the light bulbs of my ceiling lamp broke. It wasn't just any bulb, I might add - it was the one directly facing in the direction of Legion. (You might say that this lamp saw the competition it was up against, got super jealous, and finally decided to quit its job. xD)

Anyway, to celebrate the occasion, I decided to do a little "housewarming party" for Legion. I still had some sparkling wine left over from New Year's Eve, so I thought "Why the hell not?" and raised a toast to Legion.

*The light of the figure's optic isn't normally tinted this blue. It's actually a side effect of the light emitted by the TV (you can see a bit of that on the bottle). However, I thought it was amazing because it looks so fitting. xD

Back when I shared this picture on Twitter in 2022, I wrote a brief comment along the lines of "Shame that they can't enjoy it. Though they would probably just say something like "We do not understand why mutual intoxication is considered a ritual of greeting among organics."" (As may be able to tell, the line in Omega about alcohol was one of the first I saw. It’s still one of my favorites. xD)

It's funny because I'm normally what you'd consider the opposite of an alcoholic - I only drink very rarely for festive occasions, and when I do, I usually choose the least strong drink. So, it's a little ironic I felt a desire to do it for the one character who probably neither would've expected nor demanded it from me. Still, Legion is special to me, and I wanted to express this in some way - all things considered, it was probably a more lavish greeting than anything they ever could've projected. xD

The meeting

I would take over one year, however, until I finally met Legion in-game. When the day came, I was screaming with joy when I saw their introduction cutscene. I hate the Derelict Reaper mission with a passion, but the thought that I would finally be able to meet the character I had longed to see for so long spurred me onwards. And once I was back on the Normandy, Legion safely retrieved, I took my figure of them into my arms, a tear streaming down my face, and kissed them on the head - at last, we would be united.

Since the fuss I was making was pretty impossible to miss, I told my family members in the next room what was up, and a few of them curiously came over after I had woken Legion in the AI core. All of them reacted very warm-heartedly to seeing Legion "in person", and I could tell they were immensely happy for me. (Meanwhile, Legion was probably wondering what they did to earn such a warm welcome from organics. xD)

In fact, I was so excited that I almost fainted the next night. To put it matter-of-factly, my body had lost a lot of fluid the day before, and my body obviously didn't take it too well. xD (I think Legion would've been quite alarmed and concerned that I almost had what they would call a "total system failure" due to their presence, and I would have to spend an extra half-an hour explaining "It's fine - I was just really happy." ^^)

From then on, whenever I was playing the game, I would always have Legion's figure standing next to me. It's usually standing to my right, on my desk, but whenever I played ME2, I would take them out of their packaging (which I kept to protect them from dust) and place them so they would be able to watch. My thought was that it would be really sweet if Legion was able to watch their own playtime, and since their mere presence meant that they had a permanent free pass for one of the spots in my squad, that pretty much comprised the entire rest of the game. (It led to a funny “conflict” between Legion and my desk lamp, though; I don't have that much space on my desk, so I always had to move my lamp out of the way to make room for Legion. We eventually came to an arrangement, though. ^^)

With Legion being so close to me, I came to notice that the figure itself has a peculiar scent. At first, I thought it was plasticizer, but it wasn't quite like that, and not nearly as unpleasant - rather, it's kind of reminiscent of the smell of a pencil when you write on paper. (I quite like the smell of pencil writing, so perhaps that's why it triggered such a positive reaction in me.) I noticed the smell seems to come from the hard parts, possibly from the paint. I don't know if the black paint of Legion's plating would smell anything like this in real life, but if it did, I wouldn't be displeased about it. :-)

Despite ME2 having probably the most boring side missions of the saga (if Legion was in ME1, it would easily be one of my favorite games of all time), I cherished every second I had with them - to me, just being at their side was pure bliss. Still, although I did my best to extend the time you have with Legion as much as I could without mods, I ultimately had to say goodbye to them - nevertheless, I decided I wouldn't leave them without a proper farewell party. So, I got myself a bottle of wine, went to every hub world in ME2 where you can buy yourself some booze, and took a shot in each bar I went to with Shepard, with my mom as a special guest. It was honestly one of the most fun gaming experiences I've ever had, and the little misadventure I had in Omega even inspired me to write a fanfic about it.

After my little dance night with Legion (because as far as I was concerned, that's what it was), the time to say farewell had finally come - but not without one last dance. :-)

The "marriage"

The only thing that was missing, really, was that Legion couldn't come to my cabin. If you romance any of the other squadmates in ME2, you can invite them to your cabin after the Suicide Mission. However, since Legion isn't romanceable, that's impossible to do with them. Though, in all honesty, I wouldn't have a single problem moving my cabin to the AI core. (I always liked the ambience of that room, and if I could, I totally would’ve laid down on the bench behind Legion to sleep. Can you imagine Legion standing guard over me, shushing anyone who potentially enters the room so as not to disturb my "rest cycle"? xD)

Besides, what is "romance" to a Geth, anyway? I doubt the conventional human definition of romance would mean anything to them, much less sexual interaction. Anything they'd do in such a relationship, they would be doing purely to satisfy my own organic desires, and such a one-sided relationship is not something I personally want.

To be honest, I didn't even want anything from Legion on a sexual or romantic level - if that was the case, I would have chosen an organic as my partner. Nevertheless, what I felt for Legion was still the most intense thing I've ever felt in my entire life. (A huge part of the credit for my realization that I'm acespec also goes to Legion.) My love for Legion is more on a spiritual than on a bodily level (though I do find their shell very aesthetic), and though I frequently said that I wanted to "marry" Legion, what I had in mind with "marriage" was more akin to what Motoko and the Puppet Master do in Ghost in the Shell - that is, a fusion of spirits. (The Ghost in the Shell main theme is actually a Bulgarian wedding song, which was chosen by the makers of the movie because it's meant to get rid of all evil influences and ensure luck for what's to come - essentially, it was meant to bless the unification of Motoko and the Puppet Master. For some reason, I thought that sounded very alluring.)

The best thing about this is that Legion would probably not only be able to understand what I mean by that, but also be very amenable to the concept. As a Gestalt intellect, the interlinking of programs and exchange of information is a core part of their existence, and I think they would be charmed - if a Geth can be charmed in any way - that I wish to "join their Consensus".

However, even with the parameters of our relationship figured out, that still didn't change the fact that I couldn't enter one with them in-game. So, I had to get a little creative - I thought to myself "If the exchange of runtimes/technology is comparable to "marriage" in Geth terms, would it count if I was using the same equipment and skills as Legion?" So, I got myself the Geth Shield Boost in ME2 (which was a godsend for me on a gameplay level as well, since I had been missing my shield boost from ME1), and since I was playing a soldier, I chose the M-98 Widow rifle as an upgrade on the Collector ship.

Thus, I had pieces of Legion, and Legion had a piece of me - if you want to consider the N7 armor as such (I actually interpret Legion picking up the armor as a "proposal/expression of desire for convergence", to put it simply). Since it was an identical piece that we both owned, I used to call the Widow our “wedding ring" (if you wanted, you could say that name carries a cruel irony given what happens in ME3). So, by Geth standards and as far as I was concerned, we were married - the game engine simply failed to recognize it.

Another thing you get in ME if you romance someone is a photo of them in your cabin. Once again, due to our union not being officially recognized, this is something I was lacking. However, just after finishing ME2, I got the spontaneous idea to check eBay for Legion merch again, and as it happens, I managed to get a hold of one of the limited canvas prints BioWare released in 2021. It’s a spectacular piece of art, and I can confirm it looks absolutely stunning in real life as well - Legion's headlight literally seems to "glow" when light falls onto the picture.

Pictures of the canvas print back when I received it in 2023.

So, while Shepard may get a picture of their love interest in their cabin, I got a picture of Legion in my actual cabin - in max size format. ;-)

The "holy trinity"

The portrait was also what completed my “holy trinity of Legion artifacts”. I’ve got three images of Legion in my room: the portrait, the figure, and the figure’s box (the art on the box looks so pretty that I just had to keep it in my room; besides, it belongs to Legion’s figure, so I would never discard it).

All of them are placed in a way that no matter where I am in my room, I can always look at them: The portrait hangs on the wall right opposite of my bed, so Legion is the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning. Whenever I’m sitting on my bed and look slightly to the right, I’m greeted with the sight of Legion’s box. When sitting at my desk, I just have to take a glance to the right to admire their figure.

What makes this even better is that my Legion items are actually arranged in a way that forms a triangle (quite fitting since the symbol of the Geth Consensus - or at least the Geth Armory - is also a triangle). Technically, this is more a coincidence than anything else, since I just put them wherever there was space in my room. xD However, I like to view it in the same way as Legion perfectly blending in with the dark blue and black shades of my room (my comfort colors): It was meant to be.

And that’s how I met Legion - granted, my relationship with them has many more facets, but if I was supposed to write down all of that, I could fill an entire book.

With fictosexuality being recognized as a thing, people have become somewhat more open to the idea that you can legitimately fall in love with a fictional character. Nevertheless, I'm perfectly aware that many people probably consider my relationship with Legion impossible on multiple levels.

"You can't love a fictional character - that's not real love."

"You can't love a robot - it can't reciprocate your love."

"You can't romance Legion in Mass Effect 2 - that's not possible."

However, I somehow found a way to overcome all of these various tiers of impossible, and the result was an experience that was so sweet, so intimate, and so special that it’s beyond any description.

I will openly admit there are some things that are, and will most likely forever remain, practically and realistically impossible - like, I’m not going to stand here and claim that I would ever be able to physically meet Legion, in our reality. However, with just enough creativity and imagination, many things can be made possible - and even if Legion is not real, my feelings for them are.

#mass effect #mass effect legion #personal #alternate title: “The story of an ace autistic girl and her Geth partner” xD #this is legitimately the craziest thing I've ever written #but I felt GOOD about it so fuck it xD

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Brutal Orchestra Art Hitlist

Just a list talking about each of the characters that I’ll have to go through drawing in Brutal Orchestra. Will detail plans and thoughts on ones I haven’t done, and reflect on the ones I have :)

Nowak/Bosch

I’m coming for you (two)...

Boyle

Done! Clean and simple inclusion of lore elements with a more interesting pose than I normally go for, really happy with how this one came out!

Hans

Done and dusted, I really did try to see if I could include SOME element of her items and such, but no luck... it cluttered the drawing far too much and there were too many conflicting themes. I tried my best to just elevate a lot of the simpler elements of Hans, and used one of her main abilities as a base for the concept.

Also included the fact her arms look kind of like spindly nerves as that’s how they seemed to be imagined by a lot of the community in canon! I think I made her look really nice and I’m still happy with it.

Burnout

Finished :) Probably my rawest piece yet, mega happy with how visceral I depicted him, as he deserves to be!!

Fennec

Fairly happy with how he turned out! I was trying to vary my angles since I have a habit of drawing characters facing right so I wanted to make sure to introduce some variety to the portraits. Plus, it’ll look even nicer by the end when they’re all lined up next to each other.

He definitely seems a lot more jungle-y than he would let on but... A lot of his abilities seemed that way so I couldn’t help it. Not like it’s a bad thing, green + blue is a pretty good colour combo

Anton

I was definitely happy with him for a first attempt at this project, especially with how I shaded the mask, but I’m almost definitely going to go back to redo him. In hindsight there isn’t enough Anton swagger going on (minus the finger guns) and I think some element of his rude/skittish/gamble-orientated nature has to be shown off somehow.

Splig

Possibly my strongest work concept wise so far, or it’s tied with Kleiver. I’m really proud of myself for composing it in a way that shows off the Tao symbol they have in one of their attacks, and also demonstrate their syringe attack. It all looks pretty fluid as well.

Only nitpick I’d have with this one is that it’s much more rough and simple(?) compared to my other works. Though, to be fair, this piece was the shortest to draw out of everything so far (about 2 hours or so)

Pearl

donezo... massive maw angle was definitely a good idea

Thype

My second drawing. Still really happy with the more oil paint-like thing going on for him, but similar to Anton, I feel like I could've shown off more from their lore/attacks.

I’m less likely to try and to a complete redo like I am for Anton on this one, but I may make some adjustments? We can call it a remaster. Remaster sounds good and professional (which I am)

Griffin

I think I stuffed in as much lore as I could in the drawing (minus the fire, but I feel it would’ve oversaturated it.) My progress on lighting and shadows seems to be improving a good amount!! Excited to translate this skill into future drawings

Arnold

went with a more abstract and rough approach to convey arnold having a bit of a breakdown.. I think it worked really well and definitely a style I’d like to experiment with more in the future

Dmitri

Finally done... mega happy with the fire effects and I’m glad I could up the quality of the background more than just a standard black one or textured one!

Mung

LongLiver

Finally managed to unlock him, and despite my initial worry that I wouldn’t be able to do something that creative, I managed it! I’m starting to get more comfortable with simple concepts done with more artistic flair if I can’t figure out a way to include their lore or attacks too much within the drawing itself. I also think this drawing shows off a bit more of my Disco Elysium style roots :) very proud of it!

Clive

Resident badass completed!! There was a point where he looked super bland and his head look way too long (like an egg) so thank god for the glow that was added later on... and the shortening of the skull

Kleiver

Even with the limited colour palette, I’m super super super happy with this one. This piece could’ve been kind of boring with just Kleiver shushing but my inspiration basically screamed out of nowhere that I could have bloodied music trails emanating from the stain on his hammer... Head. It doesn’t really show off his attacks but it shows off his brutality and lore enough that I’m absolutely satisfied with how he turned out. I nailed that hand pretty well too.

Cranes

Incredibly with the more simple and clean approach I took!! my first time trying out rain and such so I was really satisfied with how it turned out

Agon

My spookiest work yet, probably... I still really like this one :) depicted his yelling the best way I knew how! Super abstract but fits him well

Rags

Really really happy with her, I think the shading and colours came out excellent. Managed to fit some good stuff about her concept and item wise as well :) I think my only gripe might be that it’s a little less coherent than it could’ve been, with some of the parts of the drawing being quite dark.

However, I’m still really happy with it!!

SmokeStacks

Did this because some guy on reddit asked for it really nicely, even though SmokeStacks wasn’t even on my radar at the time... But they seemed to like it! I did too. I was initially trying to position SmokeStacks like every other portrait up close, but I realized I really wanted to show off the smoke more than the stacks part so I went ham on making the smoke look spooky and ominous.

He’s meant to be sitting on a pile of trash which is kinda hard to tell but I’m pretty happy with this one too.

Leviat

I like how dynamic and “pop-y” I made this one :) experimented with a style I didn’t do too often and was worried about how I’d handle the mass of flesh/teeth and masks thing but it turned out really nice

Bimini

Put as much for the character as I could into it! I think probably the most “packed” in terms of references so far... I do wish I could’ve done something a bit more with the background though

Gospel

so spacey... so gospel... it’s perfect

Mordrake

Mega happy with this one concept and execution wise :) holds a special place in my heart!

#brutal orchestra #brutalorchestra

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lady-draws · 1 year

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【Ｏｃｅａｎ　Ｂｕｒｓｔ】 | SasuIno

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 : Ino returns to her hometown after her father’s passing. She’s plagued by the memories of him, but most especially his love for surfing. To feel closer to him one more time, she turns to the mysterious boy who surfs all the time in front of her beach house, hoping he’ll teach her.

Word count: 3.3k+

Warnings: No warnings, angst, sfw

Part 1| Part 2

The piercing beep from the monitor beside the hospital bed speared into Ino’s head, her shaky blurry eyes shifted to the computer to confirm her suspicions, the green flatline on the black screen echoed in her skull. If her father’s limp cold hand in hers wasn’t enough to tell her that he was gone, then this was it.

This was really it.

Why…

…Why did someone so loving, caring and bright have to go out this way?

She jostled in her seat and held onto her bag tighter on instinct, her mother hadn’t always been the best driver, she usually left the driving to Dad. Ino clenched her fists and let out a shaky exhale, bringing her gaze to her mother driving, the brunette sharply wiped her nose and dabbed the corner of eyes before steadying both her hands on the wheel.

‘Mom, are you okay?’ Would’ve been such a stupid thing to say. She just lost her husband of twenty five years to cancer, of course she wasn’t okay and Ino knew that and for some reason she couldn’t find anything to say to console her.

The silence settled in and Ino directed her gaze to the crashing waves across from her, just below them reflecting the orange light from the setting sun in the horizon.

“Um…” Her mother began, her voice cracking, almost shattering Ino’s heart. “It’s really nice that you’re moving in with us— I mean, me. Your room is exactly how you left it, I didn’t touch anything… I’m sure you’d like the place. It may not be as big and bustling as the city but it’s pretty peaceful…”

“It’s okay mom…” Ino smiled, reaching over and resting her hand on her mom’s thigh. “Besides I needed to get away from all the loudness and city people, I’m sure I’d love staying with you.”

Her mother smiled a bit and flashed her a quick gaze, “You’re right… We can even look around, do some stuff together.”

“Yeah,” Ino returned the sentiments, squeezing her mother’s thigh, “We can definitely do that.”

The cool wind pushed Ino’s long blond locks as her mother made her way up the staircase to their beach house. Ino stared at the lights in the distance and the crashing waves behind her home, her skin prickled with goosebumps and strands of hair blocked her gaze.

“Wow… This place hasn’t aged a day.” Ino blinked at the appearance of her home, worn down a little by age, some of the paints chipped and faded, the wooden poles darker as the flower pots in front had some more texture.

“Ino! Come in! I have something to show you!” Called her mother.

The young woman turned on her heel, pulling her gaze from the mesmerizing waters to her mother standing at the door frame.

“Coming!”

Ino climbed up the sandy wooden staircase onto the front porch. She walked into her home and shut the door behind her, the little chimes on it ringing in her ears at the impact, she looked at the purple chimes and grinned.

“Hey! I remember these! Me and Dad made them.” Ino marveled and took the little metal pipes in her hand, feeling their smooth texture. “That time when I was a kid… his friend taught us how…”

“So you remember.” Came her mothers voice from another room and Ino rolled her eyes with a smirk.

“How could I ever forget. We sat on the porch all day trying to make it.” Ino replied and reluctantly pulled away from it. She took slow steps down the living room, admiring the photos on the wall.

Her parents' wedding pictures could be seen, a wonderful beach wedding with tropical flowers her mother grew, timeless expressions of joy on their faces as he kissed her cheek, her legs in the air, long white airy dress complimenting her flushed skin. Ino’s gaze rested on their happy faces prompting a weak smile.

She took slow steps forward admiring the photographs, her father sitting in the backyard hammock with his funny fisher hat, a little sleepy with baby her in his arms fast asleep. There was another with young her kissing his stubbled cheek, his long blond hair packed in twin messy ponytails and clips, he wore the most funny expression that managed to make her laugh. Ino continued walking and admiring the collage of photographs all on their wall, him in the ocean with her, their surfboards in hand, him sleeping on a reclining chair hugging her, she sitting on his shoulders and reaching for the camera.

And last but not least, she recreating a picture from when they were younger but it was her high school graduation, she kissed his cheek as he laughed, tears of joy in his eyes.

“Ino?”

The young woman froze and turned to see her mother standing at the kitchen counter staring at her. She didn’t notice it before but when the tears started falling from her eyes she couldn’t stop it, even if she tried.

“Ino.” Her mother ran towards her and embraced her, hugging her tightly, burying her daughter in her chest as if smoldering her will relieve all the pain and in a way it did. “It’ll be fine, it’s alright. It’s alright.”

Ino clicked her bedroom door open as her mother handed her the key, smiling softly at her daughter, caressing her cheek and admiring her face before pulling away.

“I made sure to clean up your room before you arrived, got you a vase of fresh flowers from the shop. I know how much you like sunflowers.” Her mother smiled and Ino returned the gesture.

“Thank you mom.” Ino walked into the room with her baggage, taking in the surreal nature of a room she once used to stay in before she left for college. A room that exuded nostalgia and of times she would remember and cringe.

It still had some elements of her tastes, like the murals of flowers and water on her walls, plus the shelf of many outdated magazines that was filled with celebrity gossip issues and fashion tips or the vanity her dad built when she started wearing make up, her little sewing machine in the corner.

“Really brings back memories.” Ino laughed, entering into the room and observing the place. She settled her stuff down and turned to her mom, wanting to come forward.

“No it’s okay.” Her mom halted her in her tracks, “You should rest while I go make dinner, go take a bath and when you’re ready come downstairs and have dinner.”

“But mom–“

“No it’s fine, I’ll be fine.” Her mom waved goodbye and quickly left, leaving Ino alone in her room. Ino stood for a while before sitting on the soft clean linen of her bed. She was already tired from a full day of moving, right now she had to focus on arranging her stuff and taking a much needed shower.

“Goodnight baby, see you later.” said her mother before they parted ways, Ino crashed onto her bed, resting on the fluffy dreamy bed that seemed to alleviate all the aches in her body.

She hugged her pillow and quickly browsed on her phone, texting her friends and thanking them for their condolences. She scrolled through her Instagram page and liked some photos before finally switching her phone off and going to sleep.

Soon, she opened her eyes and drowsily looked side to side, why was she awake now? It almost sounded like something was knocking on her window. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, swiftly checking her phone to see the time.

It was 5:15am.

The knock came again and she brought her gaze to her balcony, she gulped and reached for one of her high heels from her shoe rack, silently making her way towards the glass slide-in door. She pulled the door open and braced herself, ready to swing and scream for her life if it called for it, instead all that was there was a branch stuck to the glass, locked in a loop of hitting it because of the wind from the beach.

Ino rolled her eyes and sighed, breaking the old thing off and massaging her temples.

“It’s just a branch… why’d you have to wake me up now.” Ino tossed the thing aside and looked ahead at the shimmering waters before her, her ears filled with the crisp sounds of the blowing winds and crashing waves.

It was a pretty sight to say the least, she crossed her arms and rested on the wooden railing, admiring the ocean her dad loved so much. He used to take her surfing all the time, but Ino wasn’t sure she still remembered how to.

“Huh? What’s that?” Ino paused her pondering and squinted her eyes at the figure that was zipping across the ocean waves effortlessly. The blonde focused on what that figure could be but it was impossible, just as fast as it came it went.

Ino pulled back, her brows curved. “What was that?”

Suddenly, it came gliding back and slid onto the shores. She stood as still as possible, hoping the moonlight wouldn’t give her away, standing below her in the pure white sands of the beach was a person, but specifically a man. A young lithe man from the looks of it, holding a surfboard.

‘Who the hell surfs by this time?’ Ino thought to herself and squinted closer to see who it could be but she couldn’t see his face.

A sigh escaped his form as he stuck his long board into the sand and sat down, resting comfortably.

Ino blinked, taking a step further to get a closer look.

CRACK!

‘Shit!’ Ino winced to herself and looked down to see the branch she threw away earlier, there to exact vengeance and give away her presence.

“Mm?” Came his voice, calm but with an edge, sending her sliding back into her room quietly. Not wanting to be seen by a random stranger by this time.

Ino let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and kept her back glued to the wall. To think she almost got caught, maybe going back to sleep or just mindlessly browsing on her phone was a better idea.

“Hey Ino? Are you heading to the beach?”

“Yeah! Gonna look around!” Ino yelled from below the stairs, walking to the gathering at the beach ahead.

“Okay have fun! Don’t forget to call me when you need help.” Added her mother from the window, resting against the frame and staring at her daughter growing smaller in the distance.

“Okay! No need to worry so much! Not a kid anymore!” Ino waved before disappearing past some stone walls making her mother sigh.

Ino walked around the shops and kiosks, passed the little stands with peoples paintings on display for sale. She greeted and waved at the familiar faces, friends of her dad and people her mother socialized with.

“Ey Ino!” Came a boisterous voice, dragging her name in excitement. Before she could see who it was, she was embraced in a tight hug, swinging her about like she was nothing.

“Aaagh!—uncle Choza!?” Ino widened her eyes at the man wearing a tropical yellow shirt, his red hair, messy and long as usual. He quickly dropped her down and rubbed her shoulder.

“It’s so good to see you back here! To think you’d come here and live with your mother!”

“It’s so hot and you’re all sweaty!” Ino cried, shrugging off her body from the feeling of him, “…and you got it all over me! Social distancing!”

“Huh? Guess I forgot all about that.” Choza rubbed the back of his head as the young woman in front of him wiped herself with a tissue from his kiosk.

“… And it’s good to see you too, yeah I had to return. It would be quite lonely if mom stayed at home just by herself…” Ino looked at the brawny man rubbing his chin, contemplating her words.

“Wouldn’t you be lonely too?”

“What do you mean?”

“…Hmmm, anyways since you’re back, come later in the evening for some good barbecue! We’re having pork and seafood.” Choza snapped his fingers and grinned at her, “…If only Choji and Shikamaru were here, well it’s not a vacation so there’s really no point for them to be here.”

“…Thank you uncle, I’ll be there.” She smiled, her mind filling with the familiar faces of her two childhood best friends, not to mention her dad’s favorite food was pork. “…Yeah…”

Just as Choza was about to leave Ino caught his attention.

“Uncle!” She called.

“Yeah?”

“Is the surfers hut still open?”

“Why yes.” Choza gave a nod and pointed to the shops in the distance, “…Are you interested in riding a big wave?”

“No.” Ino swiftly countered, her cheeks flushed and brows crossed. “You know I haven’t surfed in forever, I don’t think I still know how.”

Choza raised his brows, hands on his wide hips, “I don’t think it’s that easy to forget something you did all the time when you were a kid.”

“Well, only kid Ino would know.” Ino shrugged and left, passing through the paths between and in front of the shops.

Ino stood feet planted in the white sand and stared at the blue crashing waves, the wind caressed her locks as she remained seated on the ground, a place far from where people were. A heavy sigh left her lips, her back pressed against the bark of the coconut tree and she couldn’t help but sink further into the ground.

The chills from the breeze blowing seeped into her bones making her shiver a bit.

“I hate this.” Ino dug her nails into her palm and mumbled to herself. “…I hate it.”

She pulled her knees closer and embraced herself tighter, maybe it’ll make everything feel a little bit better.

Ino mindlessly stared at the ocean waves, in a couple of days he’d be cremated and his ashes would be brought home, just the way he said he wanted it to be. Ino wiped her eyes and sniffled, this was really it, wasn’t it?

It wasn’t a dream she could just wake up from. He was never going to come back and there was nothing she could do about it

“I hate this.”

She aggressively wiped her tears with the heel of her palm and rested her forehead on her knees, embracing herself closer but the pain in her heart remained the same.

Ino wasn’t aware of how much time passed as she sat on the sand, staring thoughtlessly at the horizon of the ocean and the kites in the distance. If she could sink like a stone she probably would, but she wasn’t and all she could do was stay afloat in a place she wanted nothing to do with.

She sat up, body stiffening at the sight right before her.

“D-Dad?” Ino gasped, staring at the lithe figure gliding across the waves in such a familiar way, all those moves and tricks, the balance. It was all her dad’s.

Ino rose to her feet and followed the figure with her gaze, she didn’t realize when her feet started moving, getting her closer to the person. Following across the shore, chasing to keep up with the pace of her dad.

“Dad!” Ino screamed, her feet digging into the sand, running, running as fast as she could.

She swung her arms with each stride, racing to nowhere, chasing a person she could never reach no matter how hard she ran.

“Come back!”

Ino halted in her steps, almost tumbling over her feet.

“…Come back.” She cracked and covered her face, sobbing into it. “…Please don’t leave me.”

Ino fell to her knees into the shore, splashing the waters around on her descent.

“Please! Please I can’t.” Ino hiccuped, staring into the distance, eyes wide as she caught herself from saying another word, the sudden realization of what she just did. Ino knelt in the waters, silent like an abandoned mansion on a hill, the crashing of the waves and the wind blowing into her ears was all she could register.

She tried to get up but she couldn’t, she knelt, stuck in the ground, unable to tear her gaze away from the darkened horizon.

“Hey, get up.” A voice came from behind her, “…The tides are rising, it’s not safe to still be in the waters.”

Ino looked back to see a lithe figure standing with a dark blue surfboard, his eyes were black and he was pale. Ino stared at him trying to formulate words, to pretend she was alright and lie but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

He raised his brows and stared at her, his silence deafening as he tore his gaze away and looked at the dark clouds in the distance. He turned on his feet after some idle contemplation and Ino watched, her mind snapping into reality, she got up from the salty waters and made her way back home, oddly enough they were heading in the same direction.

The black haired man flashed her look and swiftly asked, “Why are you following me.”

“I’m not following you.” Ino clenched her fists, trying to regain her spunk after her mini breakdown from moments ago. She shook her head and walked faster, getting ahead of him so he wouldn’t have to see her face.

He stayed quiet but Ino could feel his gaze on the back of her head and his footsteps behind her. She passed the kiosks and soon turned to look to see him, walking with his gaze ahead. Ino stopped walking and watched him pass her, going in the direction she was heading that was near her house.

“Hey!” She called, gaining his attention, “Who are you!?”

He paused, turning to face her with his long surfboard in hand and black strands sticking to his face, his brows were crossed and eyes centered on her before he chuckled deeply and tilted his head to the side.

“Uchiha Sasuke, second son of Uchiha Fugaku.”

Ino froze a bit upon hearing those names, those were the names of strong political people in the country, anyone who was a citizen knew them. She stood feet planted in the ground aware of the way he was sizing her up, analyzing which behavior she was going to put up now.

“I’m Yamanaka Ino, daughter of Yamanaka Inoichi.”

If he was thinking about anything his expression didn’t give it away, he stood silent for a moment, his face calm yet stoic.

“…” The wind caressed their hair as his gaze shifted to her home nearby. “…Condolences.”

Ino widened her eyes and watched as he turned on his feet and continued walking away, Ino looked and shook her head before walking to her home, when she reached the crossroads she heard his voice.

“Ino.” He called as she turned to look back at him. “Your father was a powerful chairman and had many advantages that benefited not just him but my family—“

Ino tilted her head to the side, wondering where this conversation was going. Was he planning to make some sort of alliance with her?

“… But neither of those things interest me now, what I want to know is—“ He pointed his finger and stared straight at her. “—If you’re half as good as him when it comes to surfing.”

“What?” Ino blinked at him, confused but at the same time she understood, her father was an amazing surfer.

“I want to know if you have the skills and knowledge he had.” Sasuke added. “Do you?”

Ino shook her head and held her face, “I’m grieving and that’s all you can ask!? Get bent.”

She stormed off, leaving him standing with a somewhat confused look on his face, he nodded to himself and clicked his tongue.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto fluff #naruto fanfiction #naruto fic #naruto angst #naruto au #naruto imagines #naruto fanfic #ino x sasuke #sasuke x ino #sasuino #fanfic #anime fanfic #sasuke fanfic #uchiha fanart #sasuke angst #sasuke fluff

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chipper-pessimist · 2 years

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Cosplay Update!

I apologize that it took me so long to post an update on my The Girl from the Other Side / とつくにの少女 cosplay!

At this point, I have finished sewing Sensei’s vest and cravat; the mask is mostly done (I just need to style the feather trim I used); and I am about half-way through sewing the jacket? I also have made the base for his tail, but it needs to finish drying before I can cover it in black suede. I’m waiting to try this cosplay on until I’m closer to finishing (in part because I’m incredibly apprehensive about how it will look -- especially given the fact that I am 5′4″/162 cm tall and not lanky...).

The locket was also a fun challenge -- I don’t think I’ve had to put so much detail in so small of an illustration! I had originally hoped to more closely emulate Nagabe’s drawing style, but the more details I added, the more of my own style came through. Hopefully it still captures the spirit.

If anyone is curious about how I made the mask, you can find more WIP pictures and explanations under the cut.

After using tinfoil, plaster wrap, and questionable life choices to make a basic mold of my head, I sculpted the main shape of the mask with Model Magic and used it as a foundation over which I laid plaster wrap. I ended up merging Nagabe’s design with some reference pictures I found of sheep skulls and ended up with this:

Once that had dried, I cut out holes for the eyes and sculpted horns and ears out of Model Magic -- I thought that it would be light enough to keep this mask wearable, but strong enough to maintain its structural integrity (although I added armature wire into the longer horns for greater stability). The large horns were originally textured by imprinting them with a bamboo sushi rolling mat.

Once the horns and ears had fully dried, I glued them to the mask with Elmer’s Craft Glue and used plaster wrap to more securely tie them in. I also added eyelids, and did a quick test to make sure the mesh “follow-me” eyes fit:

After everything had ostensibly dried, I covered the plaster with papier-mâché to smooth out the surface and to strengthen the mask.

It’s at this point, as the papier-mâché on the inside of the mask was drying, that I realized the large horns weren’t strong enough. Both of them started to break near the base; I originally tried fixing them with toothpicks and glue, but that was not enough. I ended up coating both of them in papier-mâché clay (a mix of paper pulp, drywall joint compound, and flour), which meant that I needed to redo the texture on them -- this time by adding details to the clay with a butter knife. Even after this dried, one of the horns continued to break. I eventually had to wrap the bottom third of each horn in plaster wrap, then papier-mâché over them entirely...which meant I had to retexture them again by adding small rolled-up pieces of plaster wrap.

After much frustration, the mask was finally ready to paint. The original black acrylic paint I used was too glossy, so I recoated it with a matte acrylic...which was too light and dull, so I added a layer of matte Modge Podge. To add more texture to the horns, I used an undercoat of grey paint, then used a fan brush to roughly go over it in black, letting some of the original grey shine through in streaks.

Finally, it was time to add the finishing touches! I attached black suede to the backs of the ears, glued in the buckram mesh eyes, and chose to use feather trim to make the hair/floof/whatever you want to call it. I used a little more Model Magic to make supports onto which I glued the feather trim -- without it, the feathers lay too flat and weren’t floofy enough.

I ended up using E6000 to attach the trim -- since the feathers were sewn into polyester ribbon, I wasn’t sure if it would adhere to craft glue.

The last steps in making the mask were to smooth out where the trim and suede were attached -- I covered visible lines with papier-mâché, then painted and sealed it once it had dried. I still wasn’t happy with how stark the hairline was, so I glued individual feathers to the top of the mask to soften it.

All that’s left now is to style the feathers.

#chip cosplays #wip #the girl from the other side #とつくにの少女 #Teacher #Sensei #せんせい #cosplay #locket

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