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Deciding to Redesign the trio for the comic im making, mostly because I feel like It could be a little better- Here's a draft on Sora's redesign! [No, not the ninjago one, this is before that, im not changing the name <3]
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Here's the og design draft [accidentally got thrown into the 'spiky hair lego mc' balloon so i changed it]
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No One But Me
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*chapter warnings* - possessive Joel, manipulative Joel, gaslighting, piv sex, oral
The group had radioed that they estimated they would be arriving back within two days. The day before their estimated return, you and Ellie had gathered in your kitchen to bake a welcome home cake for Joel. You were patient and encouraging as you taught Ellie the method of baking a simple honey cake, standing next to her and instructing her on creaming the butter and sugar, beating the eggs, and how to properly fold the flour.
Ellie proved to be a good student; she listened to you carefully and took her time measuring each ingredient and completing each step slowly. She was eager to learn and filled with fascination for the art of baking. When she insisted on staying in the kitchen to watch the cake rise in the oven, you laughed.
The smell of sugar and caramelised honey filled your cottage. At the end of the afternoon, together you had created a round golden brown honey cake topped with a thin layer of icing. With painstaking dedication Ellie had selected some pretty little flowers from your garden and arranged them in a circle ontop of the icing. You both stood side by side in your small kitchen and admired the finished product.
"Thanks," Ellie said. "For teaching me this stuff."
"You're welcome. I'm sure he will love it. And now you know how to bake, you can do it yourself."
Ellie scoffed. "Nuh-huh, that's your department."
"I thought you liked baking," you elbowed her playfully.
"I do," Ellie confessed. "But I like the eating part more."
You shook your head and laughed. She grinned and tilted her head to rest on your shoulder in a rare gesture of affection.
"But really, thanks alot," she sighed. "I need to learn this stuff for when I move out."
You frowned and pulled away from her to search her face for any sign of jest. There was none but a contented little grin on her young face.
"What do you mean, move out?"
"I gotta be an adult and grow up sometime, right?" Ellie said with a little shrug. "Me and some of my friends wanna get our own place, and I'm not at home that much anymore anyway."
"Oh, Ellie," you breathed out quietly, your eyebrows pinched in worry. "Are you sure? Joel's going to be so sad without you."
You carefully reached out and swiped a finger over the dusting of flour that had gotten on her cheek during your baking session. She smirked and tilted her head to the side.
"He'll be fine. He has you now."
Your mouth dropped open in shock but you quickly composed yourself. "W-what? What do you mean, 'has has me'?"
Ellie rolled her eyes. "As if I didn't know you two were making out on the couch whenever I snuck out of the house."
You clamped your mouth shut in a tight line, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Ellie cackled and threw her arm around your neck affectionately.
"Relax! I'm happy for you guys. Maybe Joel won't be such a grumpy asshole if you guys have a little privacy."
"Uhm," you stammered, "I, uh, we are just friends right now. I don't know what....I'm not sure what Joel wants. Please don't say anything to anyone about that....idea...right now. Okay?"
You loved Joel and wanted to be with him, but Ellie was always a point of concern. You and Joel had never wanted to involve her in your relationship, didn't want to burden her in any way lest she get hurt. You had been so careful to keep those clandestine night meetings secret but it wasn't realistic to assume Ellie could be too naive to know what was going on, atleast not for so long.
But what would Joel think? Would he be more receptive to being in a real relationship with you now? Even though he had fucked you and told you he was coming back for you, everything was still so undefined. You also had no idea what Joel was comfortable with Ellie knowing. It was safer and easier to let Joel deal with it.
"Yes, sir," Ellie saluted you teasingly. When you didn't laugh and instead shot her a warning glare, she held up her hands in surrender. "Alright, okay, jeez. I won't say a word."
"Thank you."
"On one condition," Ellie grinned mischievously. "You don't do that gross shit when I'm around, like, atleast wait til I'm out of the house, 'kay?"
You groaned and threw a hand towel at her. "I got it, Ellie. Now be quiet and help me clean up this mess."
*****
The next day you were working with Oscar in the library when word spread that the men were close to Jackson. A small herd of children had burst into the library cheering and dancing around as they announced the news.
You and Oscar had laughed at their fanfare and watched the boisterous children with amusement. When they ran out of the library and back out into the street your laughter died down, leaving a long silence between you. It was neither uncommon nor uncomfortable. However, today Oscar broke the silence with a question that shocked you.
"Is there someone special to you on the patrol team?" He asked softly.
Your head snapped up from the books you had on the counter infront of you. Oscar was leaning with an elbow propped against the counter beside you, his head cocked to the side slightly, his hooded brown eyes searching over your face. His brows were creased ever so slightly into a frown and the tip of his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. You knew that this was the expression Oscar assumed whenever he was concentrating on something, usually when someone else was speaking. He wasn't scrutinising or teasing you; there was no sign of taunting, just an inquisitive softness in his features and voice. And even though the question could be considered ambiguous, even though it could only be a reference to friendship, you were unsure how to perceive it.
Embarrassed, you realised he had seen your reaction to the news, that the relief and joy you felt must have been evident on your face. You cleared your throat and shook your head.
"Oh," you mumble awkwardly, looking back down at the books. "Not really. I'm just, you know...happy that they are coming back safe. It's good for the community."
Oscar observed you quietly for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, it is good." He conceded.
"So, how's the stables going?" You asked him, hoping it wasn't obvious that you were wanting to change the subject.
"It's okay," he sighed. "Pretty busy restocking the feed, grooming the horses, cleaning the stables. Try not get kicked by Roscoe."
You smiled at his joke. You knew Roscoe was one of the more temperamental horses in the stables and could be unpredictable in mood. Over the past few weeks Oscar had regaled you with anecdotes about Roscoe that made you cackle with laughter - such as the time Roscoe had unknowingly escaped from the paddock and Oscar had found him eating carrots in the vegetable garden. You still giggle to yourself whenever you eat carrots, remembering the tale.
You relished the way Oscar told stories, how he was able to recreate the entertaining scenarios he had witnessed through his use of words and comical gestures. You found his voice soothing and calming, and sometimes you felt as though you could fall asleep listening to him speak.
"How's your ankle doing?"
"All better, back to normal." Oscar pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose. "When the guys return from this mission I'll be going back on duty."
"Oh," you whispered. "I almost forgot you were a patrolman."
Oscar chuckled. "Yeah, it's a been a while since I was on shift. But these guys who went out there - they are heroes. They'll need a break after what they went through."
When silence fell upon you both once again, you found your gaze wandering back to Oscar. His attention was focused on a scrap of paper - a list of supplies he was writing. You secretly studied his profile - the prominence of his nose, the thickness of his unruly hair, the structure of his face that was somehow a perfect balance of masculinity and elegance. You knew Oscar was beautiful but in that very moment you were able to really look at him and appreciate just how alluring he was. You wondered what Oscar looked like without his facial hair - you liked it on him but you guessed he was probably even more attractive without it.
He was older than you and had no partner, no family.
Why is he still single?
"Oscar." You murmured. You found the delicate, almost sensual lilt of your own voice surprising,
"Hmm?" Oscar looked up to meet your gaze. His eyebrows were raised slightly, curious.
"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"
Oscar's eyes momentarily widened in surprise at the question. He then gave you a small smile, one that did not reach his eyes. It was one born of fortitude, a pretense that was hiding something sad buried deep within the vessel of his ribcage where his heart sat. You knew that kind of smile all too well.
"I guess it is difficult to find someone you connect with on an intimate kind of level," he admits quietly. "I'm not sure if I would be so lucky to have that in my lifetime, after the outbreak."
You opened your mouth to speak but found no words to formulate a response. You could never imagine the heartbreak of losing a spouse, but you were sure that it was a similar kind of pain to the one of losing your mother and father. Your parents - the mere thought of them squeezed your heart so tightly that it felt like it would burst. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat.
"Oh," was all you could manage lamely.
Another short silence before Oscar spoke.
"And you?" He questioned gently.
You couldn't meet his eyes. The moment was too intense, too intimate. You couldn't speak the truth even if you wanted to. How could you articulate just how lonely your heart had been for so many years, how you fell for a man so much older than you, someone who wanted to dominate your life without giving you what you needed and yearned for the most? You couldn't even admit it to your closest girlfriends. Admitting the reality of your private life to Oscar seemed absurd, impossible.
"Me too, I guess," was all you could mumble in reply.
"I figured you'd have plenty of people around here to choose from," Oscar murmured.
"Why would you figure that?" You laughed half heartedly, both bemused and feeling awkward.
"Come on," Oscar chides you lightheartedly. "You're beautiful - gorgeous, even. And you're well read, you're kind, you actually care about everyone else around you. You're a dream."
You know you're blushing wildly at his words. No one has ever complimented you or praised you so openly or directly before, not even Joel. You could feel a glowing kind of warmth flow and course throughout your tummy all the way up to your chest.
You were quiet as your brain processed his accolades, but Oscar must have mistake your silence for discomfort, and it was then his turn to be bashful.
"Shit. I'm sorry," Oscar babbled. "I hope that wasn't too much, like I hope I didn't make make you feel uncomfortable. I was just, you know, just--"
"It's okay," you whisper, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. You found his self consciousness endearing. In an uncharacteristic and bold move, you touched his forearm and gave it a small reassuring squeeze. "It's fine Oscar, really. Thank you."
The rest of the afternoon passed by uneventfully with you and Oscar focusing on the tasks you needed to complete. The words of his praise echoed in your head throughout your shift. That swirl of elation continued to swim inside your belly and distract you from finishing your work quicker. Why did his compliments have such an effect on you? You couldn't really understand why, but all you knew was that it felt good.
******
After locking up the library and venturing home, Oscar couldn't stop thinking about you and what he said about you being a dream. He sounded like a loser. He felt like a loser. Like a kid with a school yard crush.
And that was the problem. Over the past few weeks of working with you and getting to know you better, he had developed something of a crush on you. Well, to be honest, he had felt something for you since the first day he met you, when he first saw your smile and heard your voice. It was something tiny and fragile flickering like a candle flame. And over time it had developed and strengthened into something more solid.
Oscar had tried to extinguish it quickly though. He told himself there wasn't even a remote chance that you could ever feel the same and so there was no use daydreaming about it. No use in imagining you wrapped in his arms on a cold rainy day, or snuggled up in bed next to him as you both read books.
Even if you would never be his, Oscar wanted you to be happy. He knew you hid something underneath that cute smile of yours, something dark and sorrowful that you couldn't let escape. He recognised it but never pushed to know more. Managing his own trauma throughout the years had taught him to always treat others with respect and compassion, and to grant others patience and privacy. If you were ever ready to talk about your feelings, he would be there for you.
You had ignited a desire inside him to nurture and protect you. And so it was with great satisfaction that Oscar had noticed subtle changes in you since you first started working together. He noticed the light shone on your face more often, how the laughter he provoked from you actually reached your eyes. Your appetite slowly increased and you were actually eating more and with more gusto. It was as if you had been denying yourself comfort and gratification for so long, and now you were finally allowing yourself some kind of joy. And it was being reflected in the way you giggled unabashedly, how you threw sarcastic quips at him, how you initiated conversation so easily now, as if you two had known each other for years.
When you touched his arm, had established that first point of physical contact, Oscar felt like he was floating. He had wanted to brush the strands of hair from your face and kiss your soft lips. He wanted to gather you in his arms and--
No. No. He shouldn't be thinking about it. He couldn't think about it.
Oscar knew it was best that he resign himself to just being a good friend and a good work colleague. Because you deserved to be cared for and respected and loved. And fuck, whoever you ended up falling in love with would be the luckiest bastard in this world, even if you would never believe so.
******
It was just after nightfall when the patrol team came trotting through the huge gates of Jackson on their horses. They had been gone for almost four and a half weeks. A month of tracking, stalking and hunting the band of raiders that had been spotted near Jackson. The mission had culminated in several skirmishes between the groups until eventually the raiders were all wounded and killed. All of the patrolmen returned to Jackson safely with only a few injuries between them. The worst of the injuries was endured by Tommy, who had been struck with a bullet in his upper left arm. The group had tended to the wound as best as they could, creating makeshift bandages and changing the dressing every few days.
You had just finished eating dinner with Kate, Rhi and Jess when you heard faint cheers and whistles float through the mess hall doors. A crowd of townsfolk had congregated around the guarded gates of Jackson to welcome the band of fatigued heroes back home.
Not one to miss out of any kind of excitement, Rhi proposed you all go and see the event unfold. Jess and Kate were quick to agree to the idea, but truthfully you didn't share their enthusiasm. An inexplicable feeling of overwhelm and nervousness had suddenly overtaken you.
Yes, you missed Joel and wanted him back. But now that time had come, the thought of seeing Joel after this long made you jittery and on edge. What the fuck is wrong with you?
You let your friends pull you away from the dining table, through the mess hall doors and out into the cool night. Their exuberant voices trilled around you as you all sashayed through the streets towards the Jackson gates. You wrapped your arms around your waist as you walked, regretting the decision not to wear a jacket this evening. The chilly bite of the breeze signified the impending arrival of snowfall, and along with it the association of Christmas, warm fires and hot chocolate.
The atmosphere surrounding the large throng of townspeople was buzzing with energy. Rhi, Jess and Kate were soaking it all in and chatting with eager animation while you surveyed everyone around you. You all agreed to stay a short distance from the edge of the crowd as you were able to see what was happening without being too entrenched in the chaos of the event.
"There, they are there!" Jess squealed. She pointed to the middle of the crowd where a semi circle had been formed around the group of patrolmen.
Standing on your tiptoes you were able to see glimpses of emotional scenes of the return; Tommy and Maria in a tight embrace, Troy's wife and children clutching onto his shirt as he hugged them all, the town doctor examining an injury to one of the men's temple.
But were was Joel?
Your eyes darted around the area in search of him.
Where are you, Joel?
You were started to panic, different possibilities running through your mind in a distressed blur.
What if he had an accident? Was he wounded? Did he get left behind? What if an infected got him?
And then your eyes finally landed on him, his head of dishevelled salt and pepper hair identifying him from the rest of the men. You couldn't see his face clearly but it was him.
He was standing by his horse. Ellie was hugging him with her face pressed into his middle. His arms were around her. Thank God, it was him.
You exhaled a silent breath of relief.
He was home and safe.
******
The next day was torturous. You were thankful that you had a teaching shift at the school, otherwise you would've probably spent your whole day pacing your home or cleaning obsessively, doing anything to occupy your mind as you waited.
You had finished up teaching your class and returned straight home to clean. Once your cottage had been sufficiently tidied, swept and scrubbed, you showered and washed your hair with a sweet green apple scented shampoo, a luxury item sold at one of the boutiques in town that you allowed yourself to indulge in.
You hadn't even realised that you had not eaten lunch. You ended up forgoing dinner at the mess hall aswell, staying home instead to absentmindedly chew an apple and drink a cup of tea.
You sat on the couch with a book that night, unable to properly focus on the words infront of you and rereading the same lines, when the knock came. You jolted up from the couch and sprang to the front door. When you opened it the light of your living room lamp projected a strip of illumination onto the dark of your porch.
It was him.
Joel was standing at your door, leaning forward with a forearm up against your doorframe. The thumb of his other hand was hooked through the belt loop of his jeans. His stance exuded a thrilling mix of self assurance and bold masculinity that made you feel slightly dazed. His proximity, coupled with his height and posture, felt so imposing; however it was mostly because of his eyes that you felt so caught off guard.
Those large dark brown eyes, like puppy dog eyes, staring down at you intently, something akin to worry reflected in his orbs. Although you had expected his visit eventually, you were unprepared for just how delicious Joel looked.
Appearing as handsome as ever, infront of you once again after so many weeks apart, a fantasy materialised into reality. He looked well rested after having finally slept in a comfortable bed. He was freshly showered and wearing a clean pair of jeans and a green flannel shirt. His hair was combed and slicked back in that way you found so fucking sexy.
"Hi, baby," he murmured, the timber of his Texan drawl causing your inner thighs to clench together.
You realised you had been holding your breath.
"Hi, Joel," you whispered back with a breathy exhale. Your heart was galloping in your chest. You were so intimidated by his towering figure that you were frozen in place, your eyes mesmerised by him.
"Gonna let me in, sugar?" Joel smirked.
You nodded wordlessly and stepped to the side so he could enter into your cottage. You quickly closed the door and fumbled to lock it, the anxiety coursing throughout your body making you feel clumsy and foolish. You followed him into your living room and clasped your hands behind your back to hide their slight shaking.
Joel stood in the middle of your living room and watched you stop just a few feet away from him. He scanned over your body brazenly, drinking in the sight of you in your oversized sweater and short pyjama bottoms, his fists curling and uncurling as they hung a the sides of his body.
"W-welcome home," you managed to say, your voice breathless.
Joel acknowledged your greeting with a curt nod. His eyes flickered from your bare legs up to your face. It was as if you were on display for him, like a dish being served to a starving man, and if you had to be honest to yourself, it made you feel both uneasy and aroused.
"Did-did you see what Ellie and I made for you?" You asked hopefully, desperate to fill the silence that stifled the room. "The cake?"
"I did."
You waited for him to say something more but he didn't. He was still gazing at you with his eyebrows knitted together and his jaw ticking, as if he were deep in contemplation. His eyes betrayed none of what he was thinking.
The air in the room was thick and you felt more and more self conscious as the silence dragged on. After what seemed like forever, you were about to open your mouth and speak when Joel cut you off.
"Told you I'd come back for ya," he stated matter of factly.
"Yes, you did," you agreed in a small whisper.
"Ellie knows about us," Joel stated abruptly. "Said she wants us to be together."
"Oh," you said quietly. And then, a little more louder, "and what did you say back?'
"I told her when the timin's right, we are gonna be a family." Joel answered you, his expression and tone serious and calm.
Your brain took a second to register his words, the significance of what he said not quite sinking in. Your mouth fell open, speechless.
Did Joel really just say you'd all be a family? Was he actually admitting that he wanted you? When you had confessed wanting a relationship with Joel on the night of the town dance, he had rejected you, hadn't he? Your mind had replayed Joel's cruel words so many times since then. Surely you weren't mistaken ?
All you could do was shake your head in confusion. Joel's eyes narrowed at you, a glint of darkness briefly flashing in his brown eyes.
"What you shakin' your head for, little girl?" Joel murmured, his voice calm but punctuated with a hint of irritated displeasure.
"Going to be a family, Joel? But, it's just, you said..."
The pain in your voice was evident as tears of shame welled along the rim of your eyes. You took a deep breath and exhaled, gathering the courage to repeat the hurtful words he had spoken to you.
"You said we weren't anything more than...just sex." You mumbled pathetically. "I thought you didn't want me."
"Now darlin', that ain't what I said," Joel corrected you firmly but not unkindly, as if you were a child he was trying to teach something to. "You're mine. Told you so many times. What makes you think I'd ever let you go, let someone else have ya?"
You stared at him in puzzlement. "But Joel, you said you didn't want me--"
He held up his hand to signal you to stop talking. "You misunderstood me. Didn't say nothin' about not wantin' you. You didn't let me finish."
"Oh," you mumble meekly. You brushed away your spilled tears with a flick of your fingertips. You felt ridiculous.
"I want you, babydoll." Joel continued resolutely. "Want all of you."
The admission that you had been yearning for for so long made your stomach flip. It felt so good to hear him say those words, to know he wanted you, to feel wanted. You bit back a smile of relieved elation and willed yourself not to interrupt him again, forcing yourself to stay silent to wait for him to finish explaining.
"But I don't like everybody in town knowin' my business. Just cause I live here don't mean I trust anyone. I didn't survive this far in this godforsaken world because I trust people."
Okay, you could understand his point. Joel had alot more life experience than you, and certainly more experience with surviving the horrors of the apocalypse in the wild. It made sense that he didn't readily trust other people, that he wouldn't want to share his personal life with anyone.
"You understand what I'm sayin'?" Joel asked sternly, narrowing his eyes at you.
You nodded quickly in confirmation. "Yes, Joel."
"Good. I've come to learn that some folk don't like seein' others happy."
You had never seen Joel speak this earnestly before, his voice quiet and soft. His beautiful brown eyes were focused on yours almost hypnotically. It was completely beguiling.
"They see somethin' they don't have and so they wanna spoil it. Seen people do bad things to destroy another's happiness."
"That's horrible," you utter.
"Mmhm," Joel nods in agreement. "And I don't want that to happen to you and me. Don't want noone tryin' to interfere with what we got, and the less people know our business, the better."
You agree. Ofcourse you wanted to be happy with Joel. Ofcourse you didn't want someone else to ruin the special relationship you two had.
Joel approached you with deliberate steps, his boots heavy on the creaky wooden floor of your living room, his eyes still glued to yours. Your skin was prickling with goosebumps in anticipation of being close to him after so long, to finally feel his touch that you had been craving for the last month. You bit your bottom lip and watched him cross the space towards you, the dim lamp light casting dancing shadows along his face that somehow just accentuated his handsome features.
"You wanna be with me then you gotta listen to what I say," he continued. "I wanna protect you, and not just from infected and raiders. Gotta keep you safe from people with bad intentions, too. But you gotta be a good girl."
His words, spoken in that smooth Texan drawl, made your pussy tingle. Joel stood close to you now, so close you could smell his usual sandalwood scent mixed with soap on his skin. You stared at him with doe eyes, completely entranced by him. He took your chin inbetween his thumb and forefinger and leaned down to press a tender kiss onto your lips. Your knees felt weak and your body instantly melted against his chest.
He pulled back just enough so that his lips hovered over yours. "There's gotta be rules, baby. My rules. You wanna be my good girl?"
You nodded eagerly. "Yes, daddy, I do."
Joel snaked his arm around your waist and splayed his hand over your back to press you firmly against his torso. He leaned back in to kiss you once more. Your arms stretched up to wrap around his neck as you let his tongue lick over your bottom lip and slip into your mouth to meet your own tongue.
Joel's large palm cupped your cheek and his breath intermingled with yours. Your tongues rolled together with increasingly passionate strokes. You were quickly becoming consumed by his familiar smell and taste, as if his presence had awakened a primal need in you that had been starved for far too long. Joel must have felt the same because you could feel his hard cock straining under his jeans and press into your belly.
Joel eventually broke away from the kiss to growl breathlessly, "fuck, I missed your sweet lips, babygirl."
You exhaled a small noise of satisfaction, something between a giggle and a hum. Joel's hand shifted down you back and groped your ass. His thumb stroked your jaw and he nuzzled his nose against the corner of your mouth.
"Me too, Joel," you said softly.
Joel's lips shifted down to press gentle kisses along your jawline, slowly trailing down to your neck. His moustache tickled lightly against your skin and made you giggle. You ran your fingers through the crown of his curls and hummed with contented pleasure.
"I missed this," you sighed. "I missed you, Joel."
Joel licked at your pulse point before softly biting the skin there, eliciting a moan from you.
"Me too, sugar," he whispered into the crook of your neck. "All I thought about when I was away."
"Really?" You whispered back breathlessly.
"Bet your sweet little ass," Joel rasped.
His hand on your ass squeezed and massaged your flesh hungrily. He wedged his thigh inbetween your legs as he sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck, and the friction of material against your clit was making you wet with arousal. You moaned and tilted your head to the side, your body becoming pliant and relaxed as the pleasurable sensations overtook you.
Joel's mouth detached from your neck to growl into the shell of your ear. "Couldn't stop thinkin' about that sweet little cunt and how wet she gets for me, how good she looks wrapped around my cock."
His words inflame a feral desire for him to be inside you, making your pussy clench around nothing and your hips rock against his instinctively. His hand moves down from your face and gropes your breast through your sweatshirt.
"Joel," you moan and tug lightly at his hair. "Want it so bad."
"Yeah?" Joel murmurs in your ear, the timbre of his deep voice causing shivers to run up and down your back. "You want my cock, babydoll? Want me to fuck you?"
"Mm-hmm," you hum.
Joel straightens up to look at your face. He smacks your ass hard suddenly, the sting of his palm landing with a loud crack. The impact forces a squeal from your lips and makes you squirm.
"Ow, fuck, Joel!" you whine.
"You know to use your words when you're speakin' with me," he warns sternly. "You gotta tell me what you want, darlin', and I'll give it to ya."
You whimper and nod. "Yes sir."
"Now," he says, more gently, his breath fanning against your face. "What do you want?"
"Want you to fuck me." You purr, smoothing your hands over his flannel shirt, desperate to feel the bare skin of his broad chest. "Please, daddy."
Joel hums in approval and licks at the corner of your mouth. "Take off your shorts and get on the couch. Now."
He releases his hold on your breast and your ass and you pout at the loss of contact. He tips his head toward the couch to signal for you to move. You obey, feeling stupefied by Joel's touch already as you totter the few paces to the couch. You hook your fingers on the band of your sleep shorts and look at him coyly as you slowly push them down your thighs. Joel stands in the centre of the living room and watches you with a wolfish stare. The cast of his shadow on the wall behind him is huge and tall.
"Show me that pretty pussy, show me how fuckin' wet she is for me already," he drawls. One of his hands move to loosely hold his hard cock through the crotch of his jeans.
Your eyes lock on Joel's as you let your sleep shorts fall to the ground, revealing your nakedness underneath, leaving you just in your sweater. You sit down on the couch so that you ass is on the edge of the seat and then spread your legs wide. You tug up the bottom of your sweater so that your pussy is exposed. Joel's eyes travel down to the middle of your parted thighs and lets out a low groan.
"Fuck," he growls. "Open her up, baby, I wanna see everything."
You bring your hands to your pussy and spread your lips, the tips of your fingers catching some of your slick. Your lower half is completely exposed and on display for Joel. He watches you intently, his eyes hooded and dark with lust, his large hand flexing to grip the thick outline of his dick.
"That's it, darlin'," Joel murmurs, "can see how desperate you are for this fuckin' cock. She's soakin' wet already."
Joel steps towards you and crouches down to kneel before you on the hardwood floor, his knees cracking under his weight. He positions himself inbetween your legs and brings his hands to rest on your inner thighs, holding them open so that his face is in line with your bare pussy. Joel's tongue swipes over his plush bottom lip.
"Gotta taste this sweet little pussy first, babydoll."
Joel leans in and places a wet open kiss onto your clit, his tongue warm against your sensitive flesh. A shiver of pleasure trembles through your body and you moan. He repeats the action several times before licking a thick stripe over your clit with the flat of his tongue. Your hands come up to clutch at the curls on his head and your hips rock forward ever so slightly in pursuit of more. Joel laps at the small bundle of nerves languidly as his thick fingers dig into the meat of your inner thighs.
It feels like fucking heaven.
Your upper body slumps back into the couch and you tilt your head back to let out long, soft moans of ecstasy. Joel continues licking and sucking your clit leisurely; each movement performed with unhurried yet purposeful strokes that slowly build and twist a coil of intense pleasure inside your loins. He continues this for several minutes, gravelly moans rumbling in his throat that you know are an expression of his own pleasure, his own enjoyment. You love Joel fucking you, love how his thick cock pounds into you, but you really fucking love how he eats your pussy. And it's clear that Joel loves it, too.
You can feel Joel prodding at your entrance before sliding two of his thick fingers inside you. The mixture of his saliva and your slick make his digits glide smoothly into your pussy. He expertly curls then against your g spot while he eats you, instantly heightening your pleasure. He looks up to watch your reaction; your hands tighten their grasp on his head and you moan wantonly, your toes curling. It doesn't take long for the pressure to reach close to its peak in your lower belly.
"Gonna cum," you pant out between moans. "Daddy, I'm going to cum."
Joel doesn't stop. His mouth maintains the same tempo and pressure as he licks and sucks your clit, all the while stimulating your g spot with his fingers. He has come to know your body so well, knows what makes you squeal or scream or have you begging for more, knows just how long it will take for a certain action to bring you to orgasm, exactly how tender or hard you need him fucking you from the depths of your moans and keening.
Your body soon tenses and your orgasm reaches a crescendo. When you cum, you throw your head back and let out a long, shuddering moan, your thighs quivering by Joel's ears. He helps you ride out the high by gradually slowing his movements, allowing the sensation to draw out without overstimulation.
It is only once your body relaxes and your orgasm dissipates that Joel stops. Your eyes flutter open and you look down at him. Joel sits back on his haunches and pants. You see that his lips and moustache are glistening with your juice.
"Oh my god, that was amazing," you say with a blissful smile.
Joel stands up from his kneeling position, his knees cracking once again. His gaze is fixated on you as he unbuckles his best and unzips his jeans. You stay half slumped on the couch, reveling in post orgasm exhilaration, the energy sapped from your body.
"What do you say?" Joel asks. His commanding tone is rough and deep with passion.
"Thank you, daddy," you reply breathlessly.
"That's right, babygirl. Now it's time for me to tear that little pussy up." Joel pushes his jeans and underwear down to his meaty thighs. His erection springs out, the head of his cock already wet with precum. "Get up and turn around."
You weakly sit up and turn over to kneel on the couch, somehow managing to obey him despite the sound of blood pounding in your ears and fatigue setting into your body. You shuffle to spread your legs and Joel's hands grab onto your hips to roughly jerk them back so that you are bent forward and your ass sticks out. Once he is satisfied with the position he's manipulated you into, his hands grip your ass cheeks firmly.
"Look at that," he whispers to himself. He pulls them apart, digging his thumbs into the crease of your upper thighs, both your pussy and asshole now lewdly exposed. "Such a dirty little whore, just dyin' to get ruined."
Joel releases one of your ass cheeks to guide the tip of his cock to your wet entrance. He doesn't waste anymore time, quickly sinking it into your hole and thrusting into you smoothly. The stretch has you gasping and moaning loudly, the knock of his hips propelling you forward into the couch. Joel groans as his dick slides deep inside your tight cunt.
"Fuck, that's it," he pants.
He pulls his hips back almost all the way before slamming back into you. You cry out shrilly, the sensation of fullness overwhelming you entirely. Joel does it again and again, holding tightly to your hips while he pounds his cock in and out of you. You're pinned immobile against the couch, trapped by the weight of his strong frame snapping into your body.
"Take it just like that, little bitch." Joel snarls. His fingers dig painfully into your hips.
"F-f-fuuuuck, Joel," you cry loudly.
He increases his pace and begins to fuck you with savage fervour. Your cries and moans intermingle with the filthy sounds of your skin colliding and his heavy balls slapping against your pussy. Joel pants from the exertion, the veins in his neck straining. He stares down at his cock disappearing in and out of your tight heat.
"Who do you belong to, babygirl?" Joel barks out. "Who fuckin' owns this pussy?"
"You, daddy!" You squeal, your fingers curling tightly over the sofa cushion. "Only you."
"That's right," Joel groans, "no one but me."
You feel his cock throbbing just before he cums. He swiftly pulls out and jerks himself as thick ropes of cum shoot over your ass. He grunts and moans as he fists his dick and empties his balls, marking your skin like a territorial animal. You heave deep breathes inbetween small whines, your thighs quaking.
When Joel's finished he yanks your head back by your hair and engulfs your mouth with his, kissing you passionately. He is greedy as he swirls his tongue around yours, as if he's still hungry, still needs to ravage you and swallow you.
In this moment, this sweetly intoxicating instance of physical and emotional intimacy, you feel utterly euphoric. The tangle of disquiet inside your brain had become static once Joel's hands were on your skin, instantly pacifying you and moulding you into something completely docile, like a doll. It was an all consuming state of rapture.
He breaks the kiss and you stare into one another's eyes. He smirks, then you feel his calloused hand rubbing over your ass, smearing his cum over your skin possessively.
"Welcome home," you whisper.
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I'm sorry the spacing is weird on this chapter - I've copied it from my Wattpad and don't have the energy to format it properly.
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hi! Love your models alot and was wondering how you uv unwrap them so the pixel art in the texture look /like that/ I also want to incorporate pixel art into my models but the uv unwrapping part really trips me up 🙏
hihi ! yea UV unwrapping can be very tricky and methods vary a lot across model styles, but here's my process:
my models are fairly blocky, meaning that (most) shapes can be broken down into a few "sides". here I've used seams to split sonic's body into 4 sides, so i can then easily unwrap it and adjust the UVs. using seams is very very useful to speed up this process, and it keeps things clean.
this can be seen very clearly in every character's hands ^ basically turning them into lil papercrafts!
with pixel-art textures specifically, there's a few things to watch for: when you unwrap, blender will sorta just orient the UVs however it wants, so it's important to adjust all your UVs to be upright (or just 90-degree aligned), otherwise you'll end up with diagonal pixels. personally, i have all my UVs snap to pixels (UV -> Snap to Pixels -> Corner) to easily align them and make measuring pixel sizes between UV islands much easier, we don't want mixels!!
^ everything lines up perfectly !
this method does mean that i fiddle with pretty much every polygon to avoid pixel distortion .. a wiser person than i might know a good solution to this pshgjkfd. i try to have a rough pixel size in mind while modelling each part of a model, so that the mesh cooperates well with the textures.
when i start unwrapping a model, i create + assign the texture that i'll use, and then fill it with a checker pattern. this helps a LOT to check for pixel sizes and distortion during the process. then i can just start building the texture on top of this as i go.
i HIGHHLY recommend using the Pribambase blender plugin if you have aseprite for making textures; it links the two programs to let you edit blender textures on the fly, easily make new pixel-art materials, and adjust the world grid to your pixel size. vere good .
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Hello I was wondering if you could do a platonic relationship with blade himeko jing yuan, gepard with a fem!child/daughter!reader (preferably biologically but you can choose if they are) that’s like a totally a daddy’s/mommy’s girl that wants be like them when they grow up and just looks up to them so much and just just mimic the things they do and follow them everywhere and how would they feel about it 🥹🫶
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A/N: Give me your beautiful brain, Anon, because I absolutely love this idea. Thank you for this super cute request!<33
Content: Fluff, some angst if you squint very hard, child reader, hsr characters are bio parents, platonic relationships, sfw
Reader is reffered to as being afab!
((Not fully proofread))
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》Himeko
You two were always at eachothers sides ever since you were born. You rarely ever left her alone and when you did, it was because she was away for a mission or had an important meeting you couldn't join. But she always made it up to you in the end with many kisses and hugs. She loved the way you followed her around and insisted on being with her at all times. It was her favourite thing in the world.
And when you got a little older and began to go through her closet in an attempt to dress like her, she finally got you clothes that matched hers perfectly. It took alot of self-restraint from Himeko to not gush and squeal over you strutting around looking like her. It filled her with pride and just caused her to spoil you even more.
You looking up to her also just spurred her on to do better at work. She wanted you to be proud of your mother as well after all and she'd make sure you would be. She practically melts hearing you brag about how great of a mama she is to you.
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》Blade
Blade found you annoying at first. You always followed him everywhere, always repeated his words in his "serious" voice, always stood and mimicked him at all times. He didn't understand why you were doing that, what about him was so interesting. He was even nearly offended, that you dared mock your own father in such ways.
But as you grew older, he began actually secretly enjoying it. You were easier to deal with, as you always looked up to him and followed his every word perfectly. And once you ask to learn how to wield a sword like he did? Well, he might just start being proud. How could he not be, when his daughter was so compliant and good.
However, deep down, he always still kept you at arms length. He didn't want you to end up like him. You could dress up like him. You could wield a sword like him. You could talk, act and walk like him... but just don't be him. He wasn't a good a man to mimick or be. So the least he could do was be a good father and keep you from suffering the same fate as him.
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》Jing Yuan
He found it amusing and adorable, when you followed him around everywhere, acting like a small general and cutely "ordering" everyone around in the commanding voice your father always used. He spoiled you rotten in forms of matching outfits and hair ornaments, enjoying the way you lit up in excitement at being able to match with your dear father.
He'll train you in the art of the sword the moment you express interest in it. His eyes would shine with pride as you attempt to duel him, completely determined to reach his standard of mastery. You were proud of your father was and wanted everyone to know. No one was spared of your praising words to him, whilst he listened on with amusement and love.
You looking up to him made him even more efficient at his job at general. He wanted to make you even prouder. He wanted to protect you, the small part of himself that was still so pure. And he'd do anything for it.
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》Gepard Landau
Gepard always felt so guilty, when he had to leave you behind with Serval whilst he was on week long shifts on the front lines. It was hard to explain to a child why he had to do so and it often left you in tears and Serval having to gently hush you again for him. It was frustrating and tiring, but it was all just so that you can have a better life.
So he was pleasantly surprised, when he one day returned to you mocking his marches and wearing a little suit like his, that was made by your favourite aunt herself. He'd watch you from the doorway, his heart aching at how cute and innocent you looked. Yet another reminder to why he did what he did.
You turn to him, a serious look on your small face, as you ordered him to stand at attention. With a light smile, he does as you say. He finds it adorable and amusing, although he'd never let you join the Silvermaneguards once your older. But seeing you appreciate and love him despite his absence makes all the pain worth it.
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A/N: Alright, I hope this was okay! Thank you again for the cute request!<33
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail fanfic#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail x you#hsr x reader#hsr blade#hsr blade x reader#hsr jing yuan#hsr jing yuan x reader#hsr gepard#hsr gepard x reader#hsr himeko x reader#hsr himeko#hsr
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Hi!! Hope you’re having a good day so far! I love this asexual!reader x jjk series. Every one of them has been fire!! Could you do asexual!black!reader x Choso perchance pls if you’ve got the time? Anything fluffy or maybe even a meet-cute. Would love to hear your thoughts/drabble. Thank you for all the works so far!!!! 💫
Girl dont make me cry! Also sorry this took 150years and its not my best work so if you want another one let me know😭😭
Drabbles to headcannon ft. Choso kamo
Sketching out the park in the yard of the apartment conplex you live in you sigh frustratedly tearing yet another page out the book.
“You must like trees” a tiny voice says next to you and you notice its one of your neighbors the energetic little boy with pink hair who youve swear youve seen kick through concrete.
“I just cant find the right color” you pout and his eyes widen at all the color pencils you have.
“My brothers good at coloring, he stays in the lines real good. We can ask him” he grins looking behind you and you see a stressed looking man nearly running toward you. His eyes soften when he sees you.
“Cho! She needs help coloring” the tiny boy beams unphased by his brothers distressed state.
Theres large amounts of cursed energy coming from you but you dont seem to be a threat.
“Yuji what did i tell you about running off” he huffs out his robes moving as swiftly as he does. Yujis eyes get watery and his bottom lip trembles.
“But oni-chan” he whines and chosos face instantly softens and you think the soft spot he has for his little brother is adoreable. He somehow convinces his brother to color your trees and you notice he isnt half bad.
“Your struggling because your using one shade of red for the leaves when it should be three to capture how they fade into brown” he points out which you arent too happy to receive.
What? Youre an artist and youre sensitive about your work. You make an excuse to leave shortly after and head back to your apartment.
A few days later you hear a soft knock on your door and to your suprise find Choso and little yuji who smiles brightly at you.
“Oni-chann bought you colored pencils! Its the expensive ones” yuji beams excitedly holding up the gift bag and Choso jaw drops looking at his brother.
“Actually he seen a coloring book he wanted to get you…and i noticed i may have offended you the other night so its a peace offering” he speaks and you notice the marking on his nose you want to ask questions but it’s rude.
Your living room had been transformed into a art studio with paintings, paint, blank canvases pencils and loose sketches floating around and Yuji can help his self as he runs in looking over each piece. Choso is ready to apologize but you instead walk over to yuji explaining all the different artworks and hes shocked at the way he holds onto every word you say.
Its something about the way youre so good with yuji that makes something in him stir not sexual but its like he’s seeing you for the first time.
Yuji comes over every day after school… which means Choso comes over every day.
You start learning how he’s basically good at every thing cooking, drawing, playing instruments, origamii, baking, it actually pissed you off sometimes it was becoming a game of “anything you can do i can do better and make yours look useless” And you were losing.
It’s when he begins coming over without yuji that you enjoy spending time with him and you notice he’s alot more relaxed the pressure to be the best is gone.
He’s only trying to be the best to impress his little brother.
He enjoys doing little things to make life easier for you, taking out the trash, helping with dishes even keeps your company on wash day. It’s the day he collapses from exhaustion on your couch that you realizes he’s such a people pleaser for people he cares about.
And touch deprived. He falls apart when you place a hand on his forehead dark eyes void of anything just enjoying your proximity.
His favorite place is your lap where he lays his head and closes his eyes as you massage his scalp running your fingers through it, his 2 signature buns long gone.
It’s when you hear his soft snores that you turn down the t.v and set an alarm for when you have to get Yuji from school.
Choso never pressures you into anything sexual or even talks about it, why?
Hes our asexual king!
He’s happy with the quality time and returned acts of service the two of you give another. He gets his fill from watching you and yuji interact. He gets his fill when you see the tiredness in his baggy eyes and pat your lap for him to lay down.
He gets his fill when you ramble about your day and coworkers and the latest telfar Bag drop. He LOVESSSS going to the hair supply store and when you let him smell the hair products.
He knows better than to use it because he looked up hair type when you went on a rant about your hair having 2 different hair types.
He closed the window when it began talking about weave because you said you didn’t wear that and that yes your hair grew 36 inches over night and changed texture (you still giggle to yourself about it because he was either so gullible or too polite to ask)
Purposely leaves his hair ties so he has a reason to come back, though between Yuji and his great cooking skills he was always welcomed.
#choso kamo#choso x reader#choso x black!reader#choso jjk#jujutsu kaisen choso#choso x y/n#choso x you#choso x female reader#jjk x black!reader#choso headcanons
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Having art block sucks.
Here's some things I do to help myself work through it while still being creative:
● Play with a different brush/program then your used to. Just start doodling with it. See how it feels, see how it might influence how you handle certain lines in your work. Don't focus on mastering it, just play with it.
● Play with Colors. Google "Color Palletes" pick one that catches your eye and challenge yourself to draw with it. You could also set your work space into B/W mode and challenge yourself that way! Which could be good for working on values. Ultimately though, just focus on using the colors given in a way that feels most right for em. You don't have to have a fully rendered piece at the end. Just the specific colors.
● Play Dress Up. This ones for my oc artist! Take a character of yours and just draw up a new outfit for em. Use a base for their body if you need to, do whatever. Maybe try drawing them in something they wouldn't normally wear, or challenge yourself to include more little details then normal. Just dress em up.
● Play with Symmetry. I tend to mix this one with the dress up because it's easier to draw a fully body and outfit when you're not focusing so hard on each side being perfect. If your program has a Symmetry tool, click it on and go to town. When it's too overwhelming to draw a full face/body..draw half!
● Try a different Medium. If you normally do digital, try traditional. Or buy some cheap paints and try that. Maybe dabble in animation or clay! Sometimes your brain gets tired of doing the same old same old. So do something different for a bit to give it a small recharge. Even if it's something you've never done before. Or something you're not as good at. Any act of creation is valuable in your journey. You learn regaurdless.
● Play with a Story. Get a friend, doodle a little creature, and then pass them the canvas and ask them to give the creature a gift. After that, expand. What if you have this creature a hat? Perhaps it's at a party and needs a friend. Maybe a jealous ex appears?? Go back and forth and keep doodling on more and more of the story. Have fun with it.
● Remember, It's okay to be imperfect. Alot of artist will hammer it into you that you shouldn't have any mistakes in your work. And often times this leads to unsatisfaction, which contributes to art block. It's important to sometimes just create for the sake of creation. Let yourself doodle imperfect shapes. Let a few eyes look kinda wonky. Allow yourself and your art to not be perfect. You don't have to focus on every little detail all of the time. Breath. And just let the lines happen.
Lastly, remember that struggling with this doesn't make you less of an artist. And there will be times where the best option for you IS to step away and take a break from art all together. Again, your brain gets tired. That's not a fault in you and it doesn't make you less of an artist. Treating yourself and your creative journey with compassion is important. You're a person. And that's okay.
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im going to post my thoughts here too...
Genuine thoughts to the UC changes.
From my perspective. For context i own 16 ucs, that i have gotten via trades, gifts and adoption apps. My first UC, given to me as gift, to trade (which i kept) in March 2019. I have 1 VWN UC the rest are DN -> VBN name formated. To put it out there. I think im okay with this.
My UCs i havnt owned for as long some other folks around for sure, and honestly in the time that ive been trading the announcement that UCs are "coming back" in some form had been around since 2021. So my PC trading period had been spent more in the years leading upto this release vs not.
Trading for UCs was honestly a blast, ive met so many cool people and made many friends over the years. Many whom i speak on a daily basis still. Though it was tough. It was had as fuck. When you start with nothing (i joined neo my first account april 2008. 1 year after conversion) there were so many points in time where i wanted to quit and give up and just convert my UCs pound them and close my accounts. I trained like 5 pets to lv 250 1500hsd. To trade into ucs with. I timer trained with NC training cookies, had FQCs going aswell and ruined my sleep schedual for months. Just to have the quickest outcome to jump into UCs again to work toward the goal of the cat clowder. I dont regret it. And pending on the price of the NC tokens for the upcoming UCs release, i could wager i have spent more NC on training and quest cookies to BD train pets to break into UCs with VS what the tokens will cost. But i had fun doing it! And updating the friends at the time with the progress and where i was going with it!
Honestly i would never wish upon anyone to do the grind to work for an UC it was all consuming (an addictive personality doesnt help here lol) I cannot even bring myself to train pets now, like i have had Sprinkle since Nov 2019 she had lv100 and 300hsd when i first got her. I only got her to lv250 late last year. And shes ment to have been my main BD this whole time. The burnout of the grind was so real. And the struggle and obsessive hours spent trying to work toward a funny little creature. So yeah i dont wish it on anyone. I wish for it to be easier for folks to get their cool art pet, bc not everyone has been as lucky as me to get UCs.
I see alot of folks saying as soon as they get the token they will be pounding their less then VWN UCs in favour of a name they create etc. Which is so valid for starters. But idk the BN names have so much charm. And ppl talk abt UCs liking the nostalgia factor with this change, But like the nostalgia factor could also b the name too. Like SprinkleWinkles is so cute. DN by PC standards. Stinky_minky_2004 has so much funny charm but BN. I wanna know what was stinky in 04 for a kid to make this pet. Love_u_4ever like i just have the name nostalgia w them. I choose my UCs for the names first. Theyre all just funny and make me smile. But the other way is so valid too. Im not discrediting that either. And old pets get a trophy too. Im assuming if theyre older than conversion so april 27th 2007. Which isnt a bad thing!
Idk ive waffled on. But i think im happy w the change and UCs being more accessible. Esp if theyre going to be at a good price point, which a comment from tnt ivy saying she was "plesently surprised" with the price from her as a PCer player whos going to buy them. Going to be providing critical but constructive feedback on thin lined UCs as they come out though cause those will likely be the most changed UCs.
Ive been so done with UC trading for years. And im so ready to get my final 3 UC cats and complete my clowder x3 And im so ready to see other folks get their goal UCs and funky lil pets
#neopets#neotag#main tagging this baby#these were my thoughts from twitter but might aswell post em here too#im ready to legally buy ucs
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Ok bro HOW DID YOU GET SO GOOD AT ART SO FAST?????? I remember back in November you weren’t able to draw body and now your doing full pieces of rendering?? TELL US UR SECRETTTSS
There's nothing really to it, no secret. But, thanks. I'm happy people like my art :]
But if this helps, this is how I learned so fast.
Before I even started art, I already knew afew things beforehand, I knew HOW to draw. I just couldn't. I could invision in my head how and exactly what it would look like,but my hands were not capable at the time to draw such things.
Alot of artists will tell you to practice every day, and that's not bad advice and does work for some people, though I'm not one of those people.
I would watch artists' hands. How the pencil is moved in their hand. How long a stroke would go and where it's placed as well as how much pressure is put into it. Or where an artist puts the line or color, which textures they use.
I've learned how to observe artists through their art and learn from it. From line art to rendering, it is inspired and learned from artists I've observed through their art. It does take time, but man is it worth it.
At some times, I even want to give up, to throw out the pieces I've made, at times I can't draw, and believe I will never again. But as I take my time, the pieces become better, easier to draw and quickly done. Patients is something I learned and still am learning.
I HAVE studied a small amount of anatomy (and still am), but not all at once, I slowly take in knowledge over the months and attempt to put it into my pieces.
Refrences DO help. Do not let anyone tell you it is 'cheating', nor do not let anyone tell you I quote 'if you're not good, just give up'. Because I made the mistake of letting that get to me and for a while was in artblock because of it. There is no such thing as 'stealing the attention other artists deserve' or a bad artist. People learn from their mistakes, and with those mistakes, they grow to learn things valuable.
So, in summary: patients with the progress of your growth do not push yourself or try to rush through it. Use references if needed, but do not forget to practice without them as well to gain a better understanding. It IS good to study, but don't drown yourself in it and still keep room for other things. Observing how artists draw can benefit you if used correctly.
And some advice, do not focus on how fast a piece is done, but instead focus on how to make good choices faster,
Do not feel obligated to listen to this exact piece of advice because I am still learning, but this is based of experience
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I really did used to marvel at all of these details in art which- looking back was prolly just the artist being too lazy to fully render a section or LITERALLY just them taking 5 minutes to do a doodle!!! But they always looked SOOO GOOOD that I like PHYSICALLY could not believe that the artist like,,, actually did the doodle in like 5 minutes! So I would always end up thinking that these were purposeful artistic choices!!! (Tho sometimes they are and that is still cool!!!)
Im drawing like ALOT faster then I did 2 years ago, so it’s a lot easier for me now to spread out my energy on a heck ton of pieces when I would’ve had to spend all of that energy on one fully finished piece! The trade off is that I feel less pressure to make each piece I make my MAGNUM OPUS because I dont spend as much time on them :3 So I end up being a lot more okay with rushing the colouring and leaving construction lines all over the place!!!
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Not really a full review but just the thoughts at the forefront of my mind
If they'd of just cut some horror references (Shining elevator especially) down into shorter scenes (it'd also work as an unobtrusive background element) AND made it easier to tell apart future and past characters that happen to be in the same scene together, this film would honestly be damn near perfect.
It was still an enjoyable experience, though. Alot of scenes genuinely come close to freaking me out, like the respawn terminal failure. Having a fully voice acted cast and some custom models was a treat, i just don't see why some were custom and some were just Scout with a mustache slapped on. Plus, in the funeral scene, it's too noticeable how detailed Redmond and Blutarch are compared to everyone else in the room. I joked at one point that they blew the character budget on those two and couldn't afford to detail everyone else.
The voice direction also felt lacking, with certain actors (excluding Scout's and Soldier's bc DAMN i actually asked a couple times if they got Rick, posthumously, and Nathan to do the voice work) focusing more on sounding as much as they could like the original mercs than the actual performance. Mind you i'm not saying they did a BAD job, they did after all do a fantastic job with the emotional line deliveries.
Usually, you would complain about the cartoony art style of TF2 clashing with someone's high-end attempt to make the shots photorealistic or so, but since Fortress Films went to all the trouble of touching up everything with grit and keeping it consistent throughout scenes, it honestly works well even if non-TF2 models end up being used. The contrast actually fits.
The plot...honestly, again, this is where i wish certain horror tropes got cut way down. Did we really need a whole scene of zombie mercs doing stereotypical zombie things? I don't even think it added anything to the plot, it just happened and was pretty easy to forget right after they're all killed. It's just how it never gets referenced again once it's over.
I'm...also not really a fan of the shoehorned Christian imagery around the end. It's basically another trope and again it added pretty much nothing.
It's also fun trying to figure out who can and can't actually die. This, ironically, might be the only thing from the zombie scene worth any salt, if the implication is RED mercs zombify after some time while BLU just infinitely respawns (Jules wouldn't be dead and therefore would not need saving if this were the case, which is inch resting)
The attention to detail otherwise is fantastic. I keep finding parallels i didn't catch the first time.
Along with shots that are legit drop-dead GORGEOUS, or even cutting-edge as far as cinematography goes and are incredibly rare to see in other SFM animations, the mo-cap is some of the best i've seen. It's rough sometimes and makes for some funny facial expressions, but when it works it WORKS. The theatrical feel is just...unmatched. You almost wonder if Valve themselves produced this because of how good the scenes look. I was also really impressed with the sound design, and also the fire and water effects, prominent throughout the film.
Obviously, i think the film was really, really good, it's just that some parts feel like this project started as a shitpost animation, before getting stitched together with the parts where the team decided "no, we need to put actual effort into this". I also don't understand why, if the soundtrack is an original composition, the artist couldn't be credited anywhere.
Anyway, go see Emesis Blue and come back with your own thoughts.
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So as I’m taking a brake from playing BG3… a thought came to mind
What was are Dark Urge like before the betrayal of there sister? What made them the apple of their fathers eye and why did Gortash like you more than they tolerate Orin?
So me being me I looked up Bhaal and read a little about him.
About dear old Pa….
He’s a neutral evil god. (In 5e)
He’s Lawful evil in BG3
He’s the god murder in BG3
He was a god murder and the hunt (amung other things in D&D)
He’s was that guy in D&D that wanted to murder everything so THE MURDER HOBO
He was petty Because he lost to Bane and a Merkel, and therefore he had to be the god of murder.
From what ever art I’ve seen of him, we did not get are looks from him at all.
He also impregnated many woman as well to carry his seed. So that’s why You and Orin are half siblings (sisters in my case) and then I learned they were wiped out… well clearly the missed some here. So it’s either we are really flipping old.
(Wait does this mean we are demigods???????)
Anyway you were described as the perfect one… why ? Was it because you were not as unhinged as your sister? The one who took pleasure in murdering her victims in a chaotic insanity?
And are you the one that just enjoys the hunt that leads to your murder? And you’re not as unhinged as your sister hens why is easier to talk to you and have a conversation, and not blurt out you want to murder the person who you’re talking to.
You to your father.
Du (calling her Posie, cuz putting Durge is weird…) she was his fine crafted tool, she was perfect one, she didn’t complain and did her work. She was the “point and kill with out questions asked”
She was devoted and not crazy. No crazy makes you miss all the fine detailed of your kill. Makes you miss and appreciate the murder. How it was done, why it was done.
And you know why it was done, and it brakes you. That’s why you are the favorite he wants you to suffer as you do the deed so you know, each soul you take will haunt you and curse and scream your name.
But he forsakes you once your mind is corrupted by the Tav pole, his voice isn’t there any more to keep constantly whispering. The butler is his way of trying to get Posie back. This is the only way he can help to get his daughter back. To give you gifts and rebuild you.
And since you were “perfect” before. The fall you didn’t need the butler…
But never answer your questions.
That’s what I think…
BEFORE EVERYTHING
Relationship with Orin..
I wanna think Posie (okay pocket we get it she’s the Du) and Orin were sisters ( well duh pocket) .
Posie tried to be good sister to Orin, cuz she wanted a family or have some sort of family, but Orin made it very had to do so. They were two deferent sides of the same coin.
But there were small moments? Like Orin would listen to Posie as she reads something out loud. And then listen to Posies questions on the “holy” scriptures to Bhaal as alot of it was hogwash.
“He wants blood in his name, nothing more or less. Just that”
Orin complains that Posie is not. Doing things right and she does the same to Orin.
Share a meal together…
( they are both cannables, only fact I will stay with in the game cannon the other stuff is…. I’m sorry I draw the line of necrophilia and incest tendencies, This game has no chill at all man).
It would be a “hey I turned this Drow into a roast what do you think? Too much garlic or its not enough sage?”
Yes full on Hannibal’s here with the cooking…of humanoid meats. There’s even a part in the game were you can eat said meats in the goblin camp and it heals you by a lot…
I can see Posie just be “Orin that hand was in piss, do not- “
“Orin do not put that in your mouth!”
Orin proceeds to eat the hand anyway because she gives no shits and she is chaos energy.
Posie doesn’t talk to Orin for the rest of the day or week Because that’s just vile even for a cannable like her….The rude ones get eaten only, or she stops because people are junk food and she was gaining some weight.
Orin makes fun of Posies name all the time “Sister dear you should change your name”
Posie refuses to do so as it’s the only thing that keeps her human. And reminds her “there are flowers that can grow from blood”
We have Orin “The Red” because blood and gore..
Posie Would have been “The flower of Bones” as when a body decays. Nature takes it for its own. And bones are forever?
Foreshadowing that Posie will be around even after death….(someone’s death! )
Durge had nothing, your Bhaalness awakens when you were a child and you murdered your foster parents.
(Great really make your Durge a tragic character why don’t you Larian. I love it!)
Orin had parents and Posie will forever resent Orin for that.
Orin was the one that betrayed you. I think when Posie gets to that part in the game. And just thinking about it now. With being more human than she ever was before and finaly fighting her father and wanting to be free of all the nightmares and the voices.
She would be heartbroken. Her sister took everything from her and Orin dosnt care, she was watching and waiting for her sister slip up, and she did slip up. She fell for the chosen of Bain.
Why? It could be a lot of things, bust mostly jealousy, why did someone like Posie get all the love and she got nothing? And even when Orin took Posies place she will always still be compared.
Orin and Durge will always be that Back staving jealous, sibling troop. You still get rid of the sibling you hated and wanted to be… but you’re forever compared to them and your forever and their shadow no matter how much you shine in your own, right. That’s Orin in my eyes…
About the DarkUrge…. Posie.
(It’s funny you get murdered or beaten up by an orc with a flower name)
Im doing a Monk play though with this character so really plays well with being the “perfect weapon”. Posie body is the weapon. Everything around her. Is a weapon so when she’s out doing something for Gortash she throws her victims in a false sense of security
“You fool you have nothing to kill me with!” They have a sword.
She then disarms arms then and used that sword agents then “You were saying?”
I’m also multi-classing as a Druid in there too (I love moon Druids) Because… sneaking in as a cat or bird undetected is just funny.
“Oh look a pretty kitty!”
Turns into a half Orc (need more orc love) then proceeds to murder. Then walks away with bloody paws or flys away as a raven…goes and cleans the filth off your paws or preens your feathers for the next 3 hours.
When she’s mad she will throw things. Books, spoons, chairs…people. Has Yeeted a victim in the Gray bay Because that woman was just- let the fish eat her.
Each murder is different and never the same twice back to back.
She doesn’t do senseless murders. That’s not her style. She wants them to mean something. Hens why this. Would make her the favorite.
Posie had more sanity in them than Orin did. You were able to carry out conversation and look like a completely normal person and not go batshit crazy when you were stalking your target.
(Looking at you Orin)
You were a hunter… a well sharpened You didn’t play with your kills- naaah, you like toying with them.
Or you just liked to strike when your pray was at a peaceful state of mind were they think they are safe but not. That’s when you liked to strike.
That’s what Bhaal loved the best…
I’ll have more, maybe just needed to get this out there
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OC character post
Dont read past the fancy line if TW topics makes you uncomfy!!!
Writing stuff down for my oc, and I figure tumblr is the only place i can write a WHOOOLE lot of lore, and incoherent stuff. <3 i had this oc for about 4 years now and their design is constantly changing but i think i found a new base design that shows their overall general design. I think i should introduce them to everyone since they are my main oc, the ones I’ll write fanfics with Vergil. Bullet points are easier for those who just want to read a quick info dump that is in no particular order, below will be more story based around the DMC games (I’ve only played dmc3, so not everything is too accurate my apologies.)
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Advent:
TRANS! FTM, my oc my rules, <3
Uses they/them pronouns, sometimes he/him
They are an angel controlling a human vessel (More will be explained in the paragraphs below)
Advent stands at a 5’2 height
The things around their head are technically another shape of a halo, but they acts like ears
Both tail and halo are transparent and bright, Although it looks ghostly, it is very much physical, and feels like silk
Smug, sometimes dumb, but has quick reaction time. They have trouble knowing when to quiet down and when to speak
Their clothing is based around Lady’s clothing
Mexican american (Based on mine ethnicity)
They are one year younger than the sparda brothers
Although dimwitted, they are very empathic
They cant seem to take anything serious at times
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[ TW: kidnapping, corrupted religious ideation , human trafficking bek] !!!!!
[ TW: Sexual assault, kidnapping, implied rape, corrupted religious ideation , human trafficking] !!!!!
(I include their stories based around the dmc lore i know, so some are not 100% canon to the games as i change to make the aus/characters fit)
Backstory: childhood:
Advent never knew their parents. They sold advent off to a cult for drug money. The cult, "The Divinity” was based around creating hybrids of demons and humans. To create a union to serve as a weapon for the church. They forced a mindset that only girls, who are pure and kept their virginity were bound to create a perfect hybrid. Part of this cult was a young man, Arkham, he was in charge of raising advent, whose actual name was called “Evelyn”. Arkham raised evelyn to be submissive, quiet, to deny their own right as a human.
Evelyn was kept in a room with only a bed, a book and clothing. The bed had no support as it was on the floor. A simple blanket and a pillow. The book was written by the leader, it had notes and rules on how to behave. The clothing dawned pure white, lined with gold. The only time advent had seen the outside world was when arkham allowed her to. Only when evelyn displaced “good behavior”. This took place around the age of 11-13
There were other girls that had their own rules. Eveyln had only see them pass by through the small crack on the door. They seemed to be having fun, unaware of the fate they met.
Demons and humans don't have the same body biology that can allow a perfect hybrid. Even their reproductive organs dont match up. This inturn caused alot of issues. And when they don’t produce a baby, they are seen as used and discard them into the unknown.
Arkham had different plans for advent. They had discovered a book that had a chance to summon demons into the body of a human. Upon discovering the book he had set out to complete the ritual.
On her 16 birthday, arkham dressed evelyn in white, cloth covering their face, Arkham took them inside the temple that the cult held it’s meeting. The eyes of the cultist stared down art advent as they chanted eerily quiet words. Laying advent down on the altar, Arkham strikes their chest with a knife.
Thinking that everything was going fine, something had gone wrong, arkham wished for the soul of a demon to enter eveyln’s body, but the anger of angel, who couldn't stand to sit idle, took revenge.
Entering the lifeless body of evelyn, it awoke the dead body to something anew.
Advent had be born. Striking arkham’s throat, advent leaps away from the alter, running past the other cultist who tried to stop them. Failing to capture them, they ran as far and away as they possibly could. Losing themselves in the streets of a nearby city.
DMC3: (i’ve played this more so theres more to write and add context than the other dmc games that are goning to be shorter)
The first person advent had ever met was Lady. She helped them into new clothing, earning their trust in a mutual hatred for arkham.
Set out for revenge they follow lady like a guardian angel.
At the age of 18, they had grown and sibling bond between lady and themselves.
The rise of the temen ni gru had drawn their attention, they soon meet dante, their moral difference caused a small fight between them. This though, had turned into something positive. Advent had learned to summon a weapon in their defense, a sword that would be soon called “Lazarus”
Traveling with dante, they learned abit from each other. Enough where small talk was easy to bring up every now and them. As they made their way to the top of the tower. Where advent would run into arkham once again. Along with meeting vergil for the first time. Their fight ended shortly with arkham chaining their wrist together with a curse
Having to spend their days around vergil, it seemed he was the only person who tolerated their small talk. At first he didn’t seem to care what advent had to say, but as the days went on, they grew closer with each other, despite the situation they were in \
They had one night where they had caved into their touched starved instincts, stuck in library, away from arkham, it was the first time any of the two had felt the touch of someone warm. The touch of one against each other's skin led to something more…intimate. The irony of the situation was they did everything but kissed.
A day after their exploration, they tried to act as if nothing happen. No strings attached. No feeling intertwined
Later on it was discovered arkham wanted to finish killing off advent.
They separated advent from vergil, using their blood to open then gates of hell, along with the sparda brother’s amulet. Fainting from the amount of blood they lost, their body was kicked to the side where lady found them again, a sense of relieve and worry.
DMC 1&2 (age 20-27)
After the events of dmc3, advent had stayed with lady to heal, they found out their were carrying a child in their body. Confused and unsure, lady insisted in helping them out with caring for their child. A baby boy, blessed with the name “Vincent”.
He had his father’s eyes, and demon parts. Horns, tail. Advent knew what that meant. But not knowing where he was, advent remained at the small house lady had helped them get.
Years after, they receive a call from dante, urging them to help. Lady promised to care for vincent while they are gone. With that promise they head off to seek dante
DMC4 (age: 28-33) (Their story takes place away from the main game)
Advent gets lost in the city of Vatican, just far off from the city of Fortuna and unknowingly passes by their kid, Vincent, who is now grown up to be a young man. Advent found themselves fighting a demon by the name of Azazel. An artificial demon that was made in the now lost cult of divinity.
DMC5
After the defeat of Azazel, their body weakened to a state of slumber. only waking up to the presences of urizen. Once again in a situation of being a captive, advent learns who urizen is and what is goal is. Advent couldn't do anything until 3 days, where their power and strength regained enough to escape from urizen.
later on meeting V, something about his presences had drawn advent close to him. V, kind and gentle to them, had shown what a lover in a fairy tale would look like. He took his time to learn about advent. Caring for their scars, their mental wounds, and their problems. They shared a kiss, one advent’s body seemed to desperately crave,
Spending time in nico's van, they encounter their son, Vince. But advent never mentioned being their parent to him. down the road, advent mets vergil above the demon tree Qliphoth. A reunion, with the emotional twist of angst, relieve, and heart break. Their fight, sword clashing, had a poetic dance to it. As if vergil was actively avoiding hurting them. Some sort of romantic dance of death…..
Maybe i’ll had more details as i learn and remember about the DMC gameplay/lore, but with the information i have, this is what i have
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I do hope you like this oc, it’s one of my favorite oc’s of all time and i love making little fanfics of them and vergil I promise that the fanfics are more light hearted than their backstory. (maybe i’ll write some smut with them too, we’ll see soon)
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will never stop shouting how amazing your art is!!
but also i have a question, do you ever struggle with your linearts after you make the sketch? does it take longer because you wanna make them look like it? (i struggle with it a lot so much so that i most of the time don’t do lineart, and i would appreciate any tips you might have?)
Thank ya! 💕💕💕
Hmmmm.... I definitely used to struggle alot with lineart, but not as much anymore. It's gotten alot easier with practice
If you struggle with making ur lineart look lik ur sketch, my advice would be to clean up the sketch a LOT so ur lineart has very clear guidelines. I always find clean sketches much easier to line. And try to use single stroke lines rather than just sketching the lineart, it def helps. Also, make sure you practice doing lineart, even if u don't show anybody! It's a separate skill from sketching, so ya gotta practice it on its own to get better.
I wish I had better advice, but honestly I feel lik ive only rly progressed with my lineart in the last year </3 I am not an expert at all!! Hope any of this helped tho!!!!
#asks#i am literally so bad at advice i literally just draw until something clicks with my brain and muscle memory and im suddenly better at it#i can never be a teacher lmao
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Dino Survival Game?
So a while back I changed my profile pic to a Tanystropheus, and alot probably wondered what that was about. For awhile now I had an idea for a video game, and it bothered my long enough I started makeing (poorly drawn) concept art for creatures.
Will this game ever be made, I honestly don't know. I don't know alot about game design, but the idea won't leave me. Two years ago I didn't even know the ttte fandom existed, and now I've writen dozens of fanfics and drawn nearly 100 locomotives, so I can't predict where this will end up.
The current working title is THE PEAK.
You awake on the shores of a island in a strange sea, the landsacpe dominated by the towing mountain the makes up the island. As you progress throughout the game you will learn to domesticate the various creatures found on the island and the surrounding ocean, fight bosses littered throught the world's biomes, and learn the lore of the strange world. The games is adventure/survival, with a heavy emphasis on exploration.
Tanystropheus is one of the first creatures you encounter. A marine reptile from the Triassic period living on the shores you awake upon, these creatures love nothing more than to fish. Skitish in temperment, they must be approached slowly, when approached the animal will begin to shuffle nervuosly. Pausing and allowing the creature to calm before appoaching further will slowly gain its trust and will eventually allow the player to join the Tanystropheus in its fishing spot. One sitting with the reptile, feeding it fish will allow it to be domesticated.
If allowed to fish, domesticated Tanystropheus will share some of its catch with the player. This is not only a useful source of food in the early game in the form of fish, but occasionally it may find pieces of armor of tools in its fishing to give to you.
But not all the inhabitants of the shores are so friendly, Monolophosaurus stalk the sands of the island.
These therapods are light and agile, and rely almost entirly on ambushing their prey. If spotted during its stalking, it will often back down rather than risk a fight. This gives the player a chance to offer it meat, and earn its trust.
Once domesticated, the Monolophosaurus is a light and agile mount. A quick way to travel, although you must travel light. Loyal combanians once tamed, Monos are very social and are happier in trios or more.
For those wishing to transport more than just themselves, Parasaurolophus is the largest creature to be found on the shore line. These hadrosaurs are strong and fast, and lone monos steer clear of these powerful creatures.
Parasaurs can be domesticated with the seaweed or kelp, a favorite treat for the herbivore. For players willing to risk the waters to get these, Parasaurolophus can provide much needed protection in the forests beyond the island's shores.
Speaking off the seas surrounding the Island, The mysterious Sea Serpent is a gentle giant unless provoked, and locals on the island believe one of these creatures was the one to pull you to shore. Adults are massive creatures, capable of crushing ships in their coils if provoked.
While only rumors exist of a way to befriend the adults, the juveniles swimming in the shallows are easier to please, even if it will be a long time indeed before they reach adulthood lengths.
Okay, so those were some of the creature ideas and designs for THE PEAK. I really need something better than MS Paint to do these concepts. But, for now thoughts?
#THE PEAK Game#Dino survival game#concept art#dinosaur game#survival game#tanystropheus#parasaurolophus#monolophosaurus#sea serpent#Hazel's questionable art skills
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I have a question, what is ur drawing style? Like realism or caricature or something like that? I like to draw cartoony characters more than realism, but that’s because when I was in my art class we had to do realism. Also what’s your fav media to use? Ik that u do a lot of ur works on a program on a sketch pad, but off of the sketch pad which is ur fav?
Hey there!
I never really like to define my drawing style, cause I have a hard time doing it. It depends on the drawing itself, or what I feel like drawing (what I feel fits best in regards to what I'm trying to portray/depict). I suppose it would be somewhere inbetween cartoony and realistic, cause I love both. Since I love both, I love mixing them, be creative with it and experiment.
My art/artstyle is kinda all over the place. I like experimenting and having fun with it. So sometimes my art will look more realistic and other times it will be more cartoonish. I don't think an artstyle is something that is set in stone, you can always change it up if you want to. You don't have to pick one artstyle and only do that one. Understanding one artstyle and mastering it often makes it easier to do others, too. It goes kinda hand in hand, you know?
(I also don't like it when art schools force students to focus on ONE THING. Cause art is so much more than just realism. Though I've never been to art school so I don't know alot about that)
As for art media, I mainly do digital art (when I say mainly, I mean only). I don't enjoy drawing traditionally, it just... doesn't do it for me. Some years ago I did some traditional stuff for inktober 2017 where I would line with pens and color with uh... promarkers I think it was? And while that was fun, I prefer digital art way more. I guess I just don't have the patience or attention span to do traditional art or both.
(also in case you're curious, I draw on an Ipad using procreate, I usually do all my sketching there before transferring it over to my PC where I use a Wacom Cintiq and Paint Tool SAI for lineart and coloring and everything else. Sometimes I'll do everything on my ipad, it depends on the drawing )
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Mantisdreammantisdreammantisdream
Ight, brainrot au. im just gonna put the text that I send to echo when I talked about it. Its very much based of different media that is making my brainrot cause it is on my insta fyp. Ill post some art of it when I get to it >:)
Theres this anime, based of a game, called cyberpunk:edgerunners, it's the one where I got the mantis dream idea from. The basic plot line of it is that there is this futuristic world that can use like bodily attachments to get stronger/quicker/better at fighting/ etc. And it goes on about how the government sucks and horny teens and bla bla bla, that's not as important for the brainrot. The important thing for the brainrot is the attachment parts, that you can enhance your body with stuff like that, and the fact that my entire fyp on instagram is filled with naruto and MHA, even tho I watch neither of them, and superhero brianrot that is based of another fic caused this au. So, the following brainrot: Similar to MHA, most people have some sort of power/quirk/whatever which they can use. Not everyone, but theres a healthy balance and no form of power imbalance as in the ones with power are above those who dont have powers. They vibe together and work together with no issue. Well, as in mha, there is a form of superhero community that prevents disasters. They more like overpowered fireman that most of the time use their powers to safe people from people who just want to wreck havoc. And alot of people want to be a part of it, but arent allowed to because maybe their powers would be better at another part or it would take too many resource to train them to their fullest potential that they want, so they get the option into another part, stuff like that. Well there are three teens that have tried, but werent allowed in cause one could be replaced with better working attachments, his powers werent special enough (dream), one would have to go into way to intensified training to control his powers and it would be easier if he went in his father footsteps and became a medic (sapnap) and one would take to many resources and tries and errors to really get to his fullest potential, tho it would be easier if he worked in the it part of the commitee and not the fighting part (george). Doesnt mean those three stopped. They became vigilantes, practicing with eachother in abandoned buildings to become stronger and help more people efficiently. But greed is something that controls people. So when snf got a deal, where they rat out dream as vigilante and get him cought, they would be allowed and trained in the hero commitee. Cause being a vigilante was the most illegal thing and would get you 5 years prison and power constraints. Well they rat out dream and he is captured to go into pandoras vault, the last thing he sees is them getting pushed towards the exit by the warden, one of the heroes. What they thought was pandoras, really wasnt pandoras, as it was used to experiment with the limits of a human and with how much shit they can be pumped full fo when it comes to powers and attachments. Cause powers are transferable, people just dont do it caus eit often times ends with agony or death. But who cares about prisoners who at the end of the day will end up just being numbers for datas. They would try out a power on a prisoner first, and depending on the reaction they were either forced into more testing or were used as play pretend to make pandoras seem like a normal prison. And ofcourse, dreams luck, it turns out his body can hold quite a bit. They would pump him full of powers or attachments that either prevented other powers (ei: him gettign an attachment that makes it so that wilbur would not be able to control him, him getting a power similar to foolishs to trick him, him getting a mix of both to be able to resist sapnaps fire if attacked straight on, etc.), only stopping if his body would completely crash or he would disobey, causing him to be punished. Most of those punishments were in some way connected to attachments he got (ie, the mantis arms) and used as pure conditioning. Cause his mind to break at some point, him obeying and listening to the wardens orders. Him and others that were close to his levels were trained to become perfect killing machines basically. But he was the number cause why the fuck not, brainrot demands it. Well, at some point the whole operation comes out, when snf came to pick up dream after five years and they said hat he was never part of pandoras, cause he wasnt, he was part of hell in a box. Them raiding pandoras, dream fighting a bunch of heroes cause the warden told him to, till like he breaks out of it somehow and breaks down and emotional stuff and him getting saved and stuff. The most of the au happens after, him getting money as compensation, getting a job a cafe where foolish and puffy work at, him getting closer to the two that betrayed him, the drunz plot, etc. Etc. Him just getting his life back after losing his teenage years n stuff
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