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thewritetofreespeech · 2 years

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Touch your Wings - Obey Me

Lucifer

“Can I touch your wings?”

“I beg your pardon?” Lucifer asked back, gob smacked, in response to your question.

“Your wings. Can I touch them?” You repeat. Hoping for a little more clarity.

“No.” He replied emphatically. “Why would you want to touch my wings [Y/N]?”

You shrug; a little crestfallen now. “I don’t know. They just seemed so fluffy and soft.” Lucifer did not seem swayed. “I just wanted to touch them once. Sorry if that was weird, or too personal.”

You didn’t have wings, but maybe it was like touching someone’s intimate spots. Not something you should just ask off hand. Maybe you had crossed the line with Lucifer this time.

There was a sigh. Then a shift in the air. When you looked up Lucifer had his wings out and presented, not pulled to the side like he normally did when he was sitting. “Do so if you must. I don’t see the appeal.” You smile at getting your wish, and hesitantly reach out to touch his wings.

They’re not ‘fluffy’ as you suspected. The feathers were more sleek, and silk like. They were certainly soft. You run your wings over the row of feathers like gently cascading over the strings of a harp. You feel them shake against your finger tips and realize it wasn’t the feathers that were shaking, but Lucifer’s whole body with a shiver.

“That’s enough.” He said. Pulling his wings back in and concealing them. Unable to conceal the tint on his cheeks though.

Your own cheeks flush as realize that this may have been very…intimate. But Lucifer let you do it still.

“Was it all you had hoped for?” He asked. To which you smile softly before your reply.

“Oh yes. It certainly was.”

Mammon

“Can I touch your wings?”

The sound of Mammon slurping his iced coffee suddenly stopped and he turned to you. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I just realized I never touched them before.” You tell him with a shrug. “I though it would be cool.”

“Y-Yes, my wings are very cool.” Mammon replied. Choosing to hear what he wanted out of your reasoning. “But they’re only for admiring. Like the rest of me. I’m a work of art [Y/N]. So look don’t touch.”

You frown at Mammon’s bravado and sip your own coffee. “What? Is it gonna hurt or something?”

The demon balked. “N-No…!” He insisted. “It wouldn’t hurt…..” His cheeks suddenly turned rather red. Before you had time to asking what that was about, Mammon suddenly changed into his demon form in the blink of an eye and shouted, “just get it over with!”

You almost don’t want to do it now. But, he had gone through the trouble of transforming for you. So you figured you might as well touch them since this seemed the only chance you’ll ever get it done.

Mammon seemed ridged as a board as you reached towards him. You’d never seen him so nervous. Your finger tips brush against the waxy material of his bat like wings. Almost skin like. You realize now, looking very closely at them, that they also changed color. Flecks of gold flicker up under your finger tips as they caress up to the wide spines at the top. It disappeared quickly, but you were fascinated by the shaped and patterns you could draw out.

“Ok! That’s enough!” Mammon snapped, along with snapping his fingers closed, and quickly shifted back. His face bright red now, and seeming to be breathing kind of heavy for someone who had just been standing there. “S-Satisfied??”

You blink once, then smirk at the other, as you realize what was going on. “Yeah. I’m satisfied.” You reply, before taking a step closer to whisper quietly to him, “do you want to head up to your room so you can be too?”

Asmo

“Can I touch your wings?”

“Awwww….[Y/N]~! So kinky!”

Your face goes beet red at his response. Yes, it was Asmo, and he was always saying scandalous things to get a rise out of you. But you also feel like you had crossed some sort of demon privacy line. “F-Forget it!”

“What?! Wait [Y/N]! I was only kidding. You can touch them if you want.”

You feel like you’re being tricked into something (even though you asked for this). Asmo quickly shifted into his demon form. His wings almost curling into a heart behind his back before they fluttered out. “Don’t be shy!”

You suppose you had asked for this. So you might as well follow through.

The demon waited patiently with a smile as you reached out to touch his wings. You were surprised at the feel of them. Despite looking bat like from a distance they felt sort of like….velvet under your fingertips. Surprisingly soft and luxurious, although you shouldn’t be so surprised with it being Asmo.

“Mmmmm….[Y/N]….”

Your hand snapped back when you heard Asmo moan. His eyes closed. Seeming to lean in a little too much to your touch. “That’s it I’m done.”

“Wait? What!” Asmo replied in alarm. Realizing you had not only stopped but were calling it quits. “Wait [Y/N]! Just a little longer. Having you touch my wings is an ecstasy I never thought possible. Come back [Y/N]!”

Beel

“Can I touch your wings?”

The question was so left field, that it even stopped Beel mid-chew. “Why would you want to touch them?” He asked after swallowing.

“I don’t know.” You answer honestly. “I just realized I never had before, and just wanted to.”

Beel seemed uncomfortable for a moment, and even sat his sandwich down. “I don’t….like my wings.”

It was your turn to be surprised. You’d never known that about Beel, and no one had ever mentioned it to you before. He was usually so confident about his body. It never occurred to you that he might not like something about it. “Why don’t you like them?”

“They’re ugly.” He responded immediately. “Lucifer and everyone have nice wings. They look cool. Or cute. Or strong. Mine look like an ugly bug. An ugly, disgusting bug.” He picked up his sandwich again and took another bite out of it, but didn’t seem to enjoy it at all.

You reached out and touched his shoulder. “I don’t think your wings are ugly.” You told him. “I think they’re unique. I only wanted to touch them because they’re apart of you. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn’t know you felt that way about them. I’m sorry.”

Beel turned away from you again towards his food. Only this time to pick at it. “You…think they’re unique?” His voice sounded hopeful.

The demon rolled his shoulders back as he shifted into his demon form. Taking the weight of his wings on his back. “If you want, you can touch ‘em.”

You almost don’t want to. Feeling like you had pressured Beel into this. But you were also afraid that if you didn’t touch them, that would just confirm his fears. Which were completely false.

Sure, they weren’t as traditionally beautiful as Lucifer’s or the others, but they were still beautiful. Being more insect like, they had a clear appearance through the dark veins of the wings. And when the light hit them, they looked like stained glass through a window. “I think your wings are very cool and beautiful Beel. Just like you.”

The red head turned back to you. His cheeks red, and his eyes looking uncharacteristically bright in the lighting.

Suddenly his arms were around you. Knocking you down off your seat on to the floor as he held you close. “B-B-Beel!”

“Thank you [Y/N].” He said against your ear. His wings flittering happily behind him for what you can only assume was the first time in a long time.

Diavolo

“Can I touch your wings?”

Diavolo looked at you for a moment, and you realize that maybe that was an inappropriate thing to ask. “Yeah sure.”

“R-Really?” You ask back. Not expecting such a quick response. “Are you ok with people touching your wings?

“I don’t know. No one has ever tried before.” Diavolo answered.

You suddenly realize that no one had probably tried before because he was the defacto Demon King. No one would dare ask to touch him in such a candid, casual way. Suddenly you feel very silly, and a little terrified, for making such a request.

Diavolo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“Here you go!” He announced cheerfully. Having shifted into his demon form while you were fretting. His hands on his hips, with his wings spread wide.

You took a step closer and carefully touch the garnet color on the interior of his wings. It felt mesh like. Like the skin of a string ray you’d touched once at the aquarium as a child. Except instead of being cold and smooth, this felt warm and tactical. “I never realized how big your wings were.” You remark, taking them in at full expanse for the first time.

“Yeah. I suppose they do have a wide berth for some people. But they get a lot of distance in flight. And they’re good for one other thing.” You squeal very loudly as Diavolo’s wings suddenly clamp around you. Incasing you in a personal cocoon, while his arms wrapped around you and the prince chuckled in amusement at your alarm. “They’re great for catching prey.”

You pout up at him. Not really angry, but annoyed at his trick. “So I’m your prey now?”

“I genuinely think it’s the other way around.” He replied. Using the privacy of his wings to full advantage while he had you.

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colinarmistead · 1 year

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Some of the stickers Commissions of someone’s OCs I had a lot of fun making! I made a little step by step for how i animate loops like this here incase your interested in that ↓

HI :) ok so here’s my process for an animated commission gif, granted this is how I do most gifs but that’s the context to why I have all of these versions of this saved. I send each step to who ever commissions me to know if they have any notes or things they want changed, I sketch in ClipStudio and animate in TvPaint (the love of my life)

first step is the initial sketch based on the prompt of the commission, this is USUALLY a little rougher and uglier then this, just to get the idea across

this is the ACTUAL sketch, this is what i will be animating on top of and basing the animation off of so i want to get as many details as i can here so i know where they will be later when im animating. (Normally I will send a color test at this point, but for these characters the colors seemed simple enough, sometimes I have to work at to figure out how to make certain color sets work better together and with the style i work in)

heres my roughs of the animation, this is most important to figure out how the thing is gonna move, working rough just to figure out timing and spacing.

i add onto that more details and moving parts, now if YOUR SMART (not like me idk why i didnt do this) you should add AS MANY of your details on here as possible, much better to do it now when you can fix it and fuck around with it, rather then when your doing line art which needs to be clean

line art truly is the most tedious part of the process, theres very little fun here, you have to just get through it, i used to never think i could do clean line art in animation but practice has proved that to be wrong, as tedious as it is i love seeing all the nice clean lines as I’m a SUCKER for draftsmanship. the blue lines here indicate colors that aren’t going to have line art.

colors are the most rewarding part! It’s when you really see things look like what they are supposed to! i like to color the line art as well, add a gradient sometimes and give a thick dark border. It also helps to add a grey background while coloring so I can see the whites I’m using and making sure it looks fine against a neutral tone

Idk if this was helpful or interesting to anyone but I hope u enjoyed!

#animation #process #gif #sticker #commission #catgirls

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heraldofcrow · 11 months

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Annalise 👑 🩸

Please 👁️👁️

Send Me a Character

And I will tell you my:

First impression

Impression now

Favorite moment

Idea for a story

Unpopular opinion

Favorite relationship

Favorite headcanon

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Thank you, you know I’ll take any chance to talk about my girl!!

Ok, so I really love Queen Yharnam because she is just so cool and she gets me and she looks like my deceased grandmother and I love vampire queens and the vibes are immaculate, plus I stan women in white dresses automatically because it’s a trope in Gothic literature and my favorite color is red and—

SHIT WRONG CHARACTER!!!

Ok, sorry. You-know-who is gonna kill me for this but ANYWAY!!

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My first impression of Annalise was…intimidated? She seemed so cold and arrogant, like she really had no actual care for us as the main character and just maybe wanted to use us for our skill. Don’t get me wrong, I loved her because she looked and sounded badass, but I wasn’t exactly in love with her full character yet. I mostly just enjoyed her aesthetic.

My impression now is SO different. I think after really learning the lore, seeing the cut content version of Annalise, looking at her concept art, hearing all of her dialogue, I see a very different character. A very cynical and ruthless lady with a lot of tragedy in her life that forced her to put up an icy front, but you can even see her kinder side when she says we are dear to her and that she considers us her kin, someone that she wants to share the chamber with. You could read that as manipulation, as though she were just flattering us so that we serve her, but something tells me that’s how the Church would describe it, and we all know how they think about her already.

My favorite moment with Annalise is when she says “moon-scented hunter” in the way she does because I don’t know why, it just sounds so elegant, but also when she rejects our proposal because she doesn’t want us to get hurt…awww. (But okay, imagine if we rejected guys like that in real life like, “I’m sorry I can’t date you, because I can’t risk your life,” LOL. It would be so ambiguous and scary to hear jsks).

An idea for a story…oh dear. I think I traumatized you enough already with that ONE headcanon story, so I’ll talk about a nicer one. I think it would be cool to show a snippet of Annalise’s youth and her friendship with Maria, which I headcanon was pretty strong, but I would also love to cover what happened when Maria left Cainhurst and how Annalise reacted to that. There could be some good drama!

Unpopular opinion…hmmm. I don’t vibe with the interpretation I’ve occasionally seen about Annalise being some kind of vampire seductress actually, and I don’t think her knights were just simps because of that. I see her as having been very strict with them and distant, but also benevolent enough to reward them for their work. I don’t think she messed around with them or their feelings. She promised them blood for their health and long life, but any thoughts of marriage and intimacy were forbidden. She just wasn’t the sensual siren the Church thought she was, but I sadly feel like parts of the fandom share that same view. *cough* reddit *cough*

Oh boy, well my favorite relationship headcanon anyway is….well…you know. LOOK YES I SHIP THEM, but hear me out, there is something very angsty imagining Bloody Crow and Annalise to be the last remnants of Cainhurst, and Crow being the last knight…but also Annalise’s hidden partner. I know I said earlier that Annalise didn’t mess with her knights, but that’s why Crow is different because I see him as independent, and with his own unique identity. That is, there was no other “Cainhurst Crow.” He chose to be a knight for Annalise much later in his life and carried out her wishes because he wanted to, not because he was already in her service. Yes, I see them as my traumatized blorbos surviving against all odds together and doing their best to preserve the Vileblood line. It’s meant to be really tragic and heart-wrenching instead of just “shippy.” I love them and their stupid helmets ;-;

I think my overall favorite headcanon for Annalise was that she actually did live even after the Alfred thing because the Hunter canonically revived her, and eventually she did have her Child of Blood. I just think that after she full-filled that wish, and was free, despite having lost everything else, she raised her child and saved her family line, living out her days with her little one and very quietly rebuilding her kingdom. I just don’t see why this couldn’t happen. Yes, it’s a bit happy for Bloodborne, but I mean, we also ascend and seemingly are meant to lift humanity into its next childhood, so maybe in that new world, Annalise’s bloodline endured. She is immortal after all, so what else would she do? I think she was one of the few that made it and good for her. <3

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Ok, that’s everything! Thanks again for asking about my blorbo, Queen Yharnam 🥺🖤

#ik i’m evil #no regrets #lol #asks #mutuals #ask game #bloodborne #queen annalise

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franollie · 1 month

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ok so back in december i posted some old marauders art i found in my digital sketchbook, and i said something along the lines of i want to make a post on the marauders fandom and how it’s changing fandom as a whole. and then i forgot about it. BUT BEHOLD! Fran’s study on transformative fandom through the marauders fandom! strap in because this is gonna be a long one:

I want to preface this by saying i have a lot of nostalgia for harry potter—more specifically the marauders—but i obviously do not support jkr and her transphobia.

reminder that I am critiquing the marauders fandom as a whole. as a w h o l e as in the collective fandom. not you specifically. okay?

now, if i remember correctly, the marauders fandom started because people shipped wolfstar and wanted to explore their dynamic in hogwarts. simple as that.

then, it came out that jkr was making blatantly transphobic comments. at this point in time, i had moved away from the harry potter fandom as a whole because i saw something shinier to hyperfixate on (hello sailor moon), so i’m foggy on the details in terms of the marauders fanbase at the time. but from what i understand people started pointing out the racism in the series as well.

flash forward to 2020–the marauders renaissance on tiktok. suddenly the marauders fandom was no longer just wondering what the 4 marauders + lily would have been doing in school. it had expanded to involve a diverse array of characters with agreed upon backstories. And it was really fun to dive back into the fandom. for many, it was reclaiming a series that held a lot of nostalgia to a lot of people from a bigoted woman.

however, i think with the rise in popularity of the marauders fandom—an entirely transformative fandom—fandom as a whole made a switch from creating fanworks out of love and respect for a piece of media to caring about the fan content first and foremost over the media itself. that’s not me saying that the marauders fandom is to blame for everything wrong with modern fandom—the lack of community, the complete disregard of canon characterization, lack of media literacy, etc.—but i do think the marauders fandom gave all these issues the little nudge they needed to take a deep rooted place in how fandom works.

when fandom becomes canon, it’s easy to ignore genuine problems within the fandom as “oh well its not really canon”. But thats really only true to a certain extent. Most people within the marauders fandom consider ATYD as the canon they follow when ATYD is in fact fan fiction. additionally, i’ve met people in the marauders fandom who haven’t read ATYD.

the marauders fandom is quite literally whatever you want it to be, and that’s fun but it’s not fandom in the traditional sense.

remember those new characters i mentioned earlier? well a large majority of them are women including many women of color. however, these women are almost entirely used as props for the boys’ stories and are entirely one dimensional. (lily is snarky and smart, mary is fun loving, marlene is a party animal, dorcas is cold-hearted softie, pandora is ditzy, but most importantly they’re all ✨girl bosses✨). that’s not to say these girls dont have potential for interesting stories or that no one writes them as three dimensional characters. but the fandom at large uses them as props for their favorite mlm ship. jegulus having more fics than jily (the only canon ship in this fandom) alone proves this point.

“but what about marylily/pandalily?” also great ships that i love, but they only really exist to get lily out of the way for james to be with regulus. thus, they are inherently supporting the internalized misogyny of the marauders fandom. i’m not disregarding people who do genuinely ship marylily and pandalily, but that is where the ships stemmed from.

first and foremost fandom is about loving the source material so much you’re inspired to engage with others who enjoy the source material. you can’t really enjoy fandom if you don’t know the characters or world you’re working with; kind of a “you have to know the rules before you break them” type of situation.

i could talk more on the internalized misogyny within the marauders fandom or how we can use the marauders fandom as a study on fandom in the modern age. instead, i’ll leave on this note: as i said before, fandom is about loving the source material so much you want to engage with others who enjoy the source material, and at the end of the day the source material for the marauders fandom is harry potter. and i don’t have much love left for a series that is transphobic or a fandom that doesn’t treat its women with the same care as it’s men.

to reiterate: i not implying that everyone who enjoys marauders materials supports jkr, in fact i’d go as far to say most marauders fans are actively against jkr. however, i feel uncomfortable in a space that fundamentally cannot exist without harry potter.

i have a lot of ideas for marauders stuff and i still enjoy these characters (namely dorlene and jily) but me including my versions of these characters doesn’t really solve the problem. atp can the problems even be solved? idk this got away from me, and i still have more thoughts.

so yeah! peace love and trans rights 🫶 probs won’t post much marauders stuff—not that i really did before but some of you follow me for marauders content for some reason???

#i feel the need to say this again because ik people will ignore it #this is not me being ‘morally superior’ or anything #simply me expressing my own thoughts and feelings towards the fandom AS A WHOLE #also i do not support jkr and by no means want anyone who is in the marauders fanbase to buy her books and support her #okay? okay #fandom criticism #fandom meta #marauders #marauders fandom #fran talks

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solradguy · 2 years

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Ok now that I’ve got the next ~8 days off, here’s what I wanna get done, roughly in order I’ll be doing them in:

IMPORTANT STUFF //

Things I have deadlines for that I can’t ignore this upcoming week. The Patreon components here are easy things I will be able to do in less than a day, but still important.

Patreon thing 01 - Timelapse video

Patreon thing 02 - July sketchbook post

GG White Day zine piece - Wanna finish the sketch, ink, and start on the flat colors so August can be focused on the shading.

Patreon thing 03 - August sticker design sketches

FANDOM STUFF //

Scanlation projects and other stuff without deadlines.

Izuna’s GG2OMC short story - Next one in line. I want to get the text OCR’d into a document and then translated. Just needs translated now.

Translate the captions for the Ky and I-No illustrations from the GGX2k2k7 art book that have been sitting in my drafts since I posted the acrylic/gouache Daisuke masterpost.

Scan a bunch of new pages from the GGX2k2k7 book and get the captions ready for translating.

Clean up the GDoc (and tumblr posts) for these translations and re-do the old ones that don’t match the quality of my more recent translations. There aren’t many of those left, maybe 3 or 4.

Get Dr. Paradigm’s GG2OMC story OCR’d. I’d like to get it translated too, but these stories take about an entire work day to do so I’m not gonna push myself if I end up doing other projects instead.

Finish coding the gallery page for the GGX2k2k7 scanlations on my Neocities? - No idea how hard this will be. The basic framework is laid out but I need to figure out how many images I can slap on a single page (maybe 50 images per page? about 150 total counting 2-page spreads as one “page”) before it gets really unwieldy and how to make the page aesthetically pleasing. Without an on-site search engine, I’ll need to think about how to put together a directory for the illustrations. There is actually some sort of order for them in that art book, but it’s esoteric and I haven’t sat down and really figured it out yet.

If I get all this done -- BIG if -- I might start OCR’ing Lightning the Argent too. I found an OCR a while ago that handles the vertical R>L format Japanese text beautifully. It’s going to go much more smoothly than Begin did. So annoying Bookwalker’s DRM on these ebooks is a friggin iron jaw but whatever. I’ll find a way.

(OCR = Optical Character Recognition; scans the text from images into characters I can edit/type around in a text document. It makes working with Japanese way easier and saves time when I don’t know a specific kanji)

- update 8/3

#textpost #GG2O tag #Bonus task: Finally watch that friggin Karate Kid VHS I got weeks ago

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prettyboysmlm · 9 months

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everything ok darling? <3

-🥄??

yeah yeah it’s just that i start school tmr and i had summer homework for ap art and i had horrible art block all summer so i’ve barely drawn anything so i’m gonna try to finish an entire piece tonight so i can at least say i did something and the sketch is done and part of the line art so now i just have to finish the line art and then color it and then shade it and then do the effects and maybe do some gesture sketches to add to my sketchbook and it’s currently almost 11:30pm and i have to get up at 6am. so yeah. a little stressed.

#we’re supposed to have done three pieces #and i know for the other two i’m just gonna reuse pieces i did earlier this year #and my backup if i can’t get this done is to reuse all three #but i really wanna get this done #so yeah #anyways back to the grind #asks #🥄 anon

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incohearent · 1 year

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avif for sketch compression, installing on windows, using CLI

Inco is not an expert and she would have liked to be an expert before offering explanation, but I think this has usability that you can benefit from now, and save disk space and preserve your art as you like to. This uses the sketch I have on hand, embarrassing myself, but not too much! I don’t really see the point in have a 250KB clean sketch like https://avif.io/ naturally produces, since sketches are gestural and I want to keep as many around possible, in theory. 50KB is my ideal though naturally it will fluctuate. AVIF uses color quantization to determine quality as far as I know, so if your image is grayscale and ESPECIALLY a single brush color, the lossy nature is not a problem. 😳 The official encoder reaches up to 63 color quantization level, so half of that is what I use for full color lossy: 30 color quantization. That’s a great lossy tradeoff and it beats jpeg for days, around 200KB for a 2000x2000 color image and looking better than a jpeg! But for a single colored sketch, 61 out of 63 remains readable, resulting in 50kb. It seems that the official encoder works much more splendidly than the in-browser resource. At 80% effort and 15% quality, it resulted 36KB.

... This full sketch is 2000x2000. The original, doo.png, is 429 KB and that’s after I ran it through an optimizer. I don’t like the dots on her face. The official encoder doesn’t do that, and is faster on my computer. I mean it, it saves a full minute of waiting that I launch it from the command line than use the in-browser tool https://avif.io/.

At 61 quantization and speed 4 on the official encoder, it results 24.6KB. I counted 10 seconds of encoding. Yum!

So basically, I want to do this for batch processes! How do you batch process? How did I use the official encoder to begin with? You’ll want to ask help or Google around. I will tell you how I figured out batch process in the sense that you can batch process the official encoder, avifenc.exe. I’m on Windows.

So you’ll want to assign path, download the encoder, put the encoder in the path, open the CLI (command prompt), and type proper syntax for batch output that you can configure as needed. I provide the syntax I use for my sketches, turning 1MB PNG to 70KB AVIF.

You need to be able to launch whatever CLI application you find useful from the path, whenever you want wherever you want. That’s why the path exists. Otherwise, you will need to link the local directory in the CLI, and that will result in syntax errors. Make yourself a bin so this path is easy to find! The address will therefore be C:\bin All the tutorials out there say to put in your “bin”, that’s your path, that’s your dumpiest path for all your path stuff.

Look at me looking for my bin! My bin is so cute! It needs to be assigned to path. You’ll find the answer in the control panel. There are lots of ways to open the control panel. Pres Win + R for Run , yeah, and type Control Panel and press enter.

Ok sweetie you’re doing great. Look for “variable” meaning the system variables.

“Edit the environment variables for this account”, the first setting, or something like that. I think my bilingual presentation is helpful because you are gonna have to use your big translating brain if you speak anything other than English on Windows. Change the user variable’s value, PATH, to include the value, C:bin;

Do you see that? Do you see that? Do you see how I have to add the value “C:\bin;” to my account variable PATH? On my version of Windows all the values are separated by a semicolon “ ; “ On another version of Windows it looks less ugly. That’s all I know. Okay! That was really hard! Unless you already assigned this so you could use some other utility that you only hear about on StackExchange. I checked the Github for the AVIF encoder contained from libavif and looked for a mention of Windows, and it told me the answer was here: https://ci.appveyor.com/project/louquillio/libavif Press artifacts, the button all the way to the right.

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I spy with my little eye two (2) executables to download and place into your bin. Once these are in your bin with some manual dragging and dropping in File Explorer, I’d like you to see if you correctly assigned your path. With technical issues abound, one must ensure you have something to celebrate. Launch that CLI! Press Win + R for Run and type cmd.

type in avifenc or avifenc.exe (it’s the same thing!) and see if the application responds. If it gives you the options and syntax help, it means that you can start playing around with the encoder.

So, you want to batch it, right? You want to batch process? Well, even if you don’t, a forfiles command will save you time in keeping track of the file naming. There are two methods to do a batch in the CLI--- I will give both, and show an individual file conversion using that same syntax first. First, I want to give another way to open the command prompt or CLI. Go to the folder where you will convert, press Alt + D to select the bar and type cmd. Press enter.

Ok, command prompt is open in your folder. Otherwise you must change your current directory like so:

cd C:\Users\username\Pictures\drawingfolder

I’m assuming you are in the same folder where you keep your sketches. I’m also going to assume your sketch is named its rainingmen hallelujah itsrainink men every specimen.png If you submit it into the template, you can play around with the compression settings for the output quite freely, even if your file name is complicated and with spaces. Keep the syntax in Notepad and change the settings freely. Copy (Ctrl +C) and Paste using the MOUSE CURSOR (Right click + Paste) either one of these two methods into the CLI, once you have changed to the original file name in Notepad.

Method 1:

forfiles /m "its rainingmen hallelujah itsrainink men every specimen.png" /c "cmd /c avifenc --min 61 --max 61 -s 4 "@file" @fname_export1.avif"

Method 2:

for %f in ("its rainingmen hallelujah itsrainink men every specimen.png") do avifenc %f --min 61 --max 61 -s 4 "%~nf_export1.avif"

Either of these methods will produce an AVIF titled “its rainingmen hallelujah itsrainink men every specimen_export1.avif“ in the same folder

But we’re batching, right? BATCHING? Well, this syntax is nice so you don’t have to rewrite the input file name every time to the designated output file name.

PNG conversion to AVIF format in the same folder, in batch, is the same syntax but with an asterisk wildcard before the extension.

Method 1, globbing wildcard png

forfiles /m "*.png" /c "cmd /c avifenc --min 61 --max 61 -s 4 "@file" @fname_export1.avif"

Method 2, globbing wildcard png

for %f in ("*.png") do avifenc %f --min 61 --max 61 -s 4 "%~nf_export1.avif"

....

There it is! It will batch convert every png in your current directory! It might take awhile, quite possibly an hour. You can close the CLI at any time to cancel, though they will overwrite already encoded AVIF when you reinitiate the command later, so mind that.

Bonus, the syntax for an output folder, make sure you create a folder titled out. You can call it anything you want though. :)

Method 1, globbing png to output folder

forfiles /m "*.png" /c "cmd /c avifenc --min 61 --max 61 -s 4 "@file" out/@fname_export1.avif"

Method 2, globbing png to outputfolder

for %f in ("*.png") do avifenc %f --min 61 --max 61 -s 4 "out/%~nf_export1.avif" All you do is add out/ to the output file name, the one with the .avif extension.

Anyway, it’s 67KB from a 1080KB PNG original over 3000 pixels tall, I hope yours can be around that size too. Pasted visual data from my clipboard, here is a demonstration of sketch line quality that has been compressed to less of a tenth of its original size.

The settings are at --min 61 --max 61 -s 4.

The second one in the batch resulted 11KB and fuzzy, very fuzzy. Original image is 2000x2500 717KB PNG.

If you are converting a color image, you can set it to --min 30 --max 30 -s 3 and the AVIF will be fantastically compressed.

So, using Method 1:

forfiles /m "pitxredcolortest2.png" /c "cmd /c avifenc --min 30 --max 30 -s 3 "@file" @fname_30.avif"

pitxredcolortest2_30.avif is only 143KB for 2500x2000 original PNG after this command and, for my computer, 100 seconds of waiting. Sketches are much faster and don’t require such love. :3 I lowered the speed because I thought it was worth waiting for a color image.

I hope this helps you benefit from newer technology, as an artist, as an archivist, without having to search StackExchange discussions and Windows documentation. If it didn’t work for you step by step, I am so fucking sorry.

Finally, my recommendation for image viewing at the moment is nomacs. It allows you to compare back- to-back versions of images if they are the same dimension, what a pleasure. Download it here ↓

https://ci.appveyor.com/project/diemmarkus/nomacs/build/artifacts

#graphic imaging #tutorial

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mizarchivist · 1 year

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I posted 1,334 times in 2022

That's 289 more posts than 2021!

80 posts created (6%)

1,254 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@knitmeapony

@ponyregrets

@cardigarden

@ekjohnston

I tagged 734 of my posts in 2022

Only 45% of my posts had no tags

#ink tumbl tober 2022 - 26 posts

#2022 vibes - 25 posts

#dracula daily - 16 posts

#forever reblog - 16 posts

#tumblr culture - 12 posts

#agreed - 11 posts

#this is the content i'm here for - 8 posts

#art - 8 posts

#big mood - 8 posts

#same - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 77 characters

#the clowns are more fair and balanced on average than professional news sites

My Top Posts in 2022:

Day 10: Colour of the Sky

[Image ID: page divided into 6 long columns that are offset like a very boring maze or the line to get through airport security- top right is white and it fades into light to darker blue, light blue into yellow, orange, red, dark red, black, black with stars, fading to velvety indigo, amethyst, pale pink, hot pink and back fading to white.]

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On Belonging

I speak in the language of food. I will feed you, dammit. You belong here. Have food you can eat and hopefully you like. It won’t be a punishment. It won’t be half-assed. If you can’t eat here, you won’t truly believe you belong here.

Which is why I’m making my own motherfucking pizza that is not an insult to my very existence to put in my mouth, why I’m bringing a dessert I can eat, why I’m bringing a vegan cookie recipe to work’s game night. There are 2 vegans and 2 GF (one of them is me).... and the idea that “you make do” and eat around the edges is 100% unconscionable. It will not be as broad a choice of things as literally everyone else in the room will be able to eat-- they will be eating Actually Good Pizza, pizza they take for granted. They will eat cookies without thinking twice. They won’t skip it because there’s no ingredient list. They won’t plaster on a brittle smile and go home irritated and hungry because there was literally no food they could trust to eat without causing themself harm. I realize this isn’t the end all and be all, but for fuck’s sake. It’s also not actually that hard to make food that helps people believe they should be in the space.

9 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

Ink-tumbl-tober

I’ve decided to mix things up a bit. Instead of following the Inktober 2022 prompts, I’m going to see if I can come up with all-tumblr-based prompts. The gargoyle from day 1 was first seen on Tumblr. I’m not tossing out Scuttle because I love that little squirrel. So-- here we go! Gonna give it a shot. Might take a day or two to get all the prompts sorted, so feel free to suggest a few. Here’s what I got so far:

Ides of March

Miette

Ea Nasir

Spooky dancing pumpkin head guy?

color theory

Destiel

OK.... that’s as far as I got. I have to go to bed. I will get there!

11 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

Ink tumbl tober Day 5: Color Theory

[image id: the witness’s point of view is somewhere above ceiling level looking down a hallway with dramatic perspective. There is a door on the left closest to the witness and a hallway that bisects the right wall. The hallway ends with an open door. From the left and forward exits, the grayscale shading shows that the rooms are brighter than the hall, but the right corridor is dramatically unlit. Starting somewhere in the far off room, a ribbon of red swoops serpentine, coming in from the right, disappearing off out of frame before coming up like a freakish rollercoaster up the wall and into the hall’s corner before swooping down and dramatically expanding into a broadening pool before narrowing to split- part to slither down the right side corridor and the rest aiming straight for the left room that is closest to the witness. The red color splashed up the left wall a few feet from the room and out of frame. The red is now a pool as it goes out of frame taking up almost the whole hallway closest to the witness. It’s a lately renovated children’s hospital. The designer has very strong opinions about color theory. ]

18 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ink tumbl tober Day 6: Blorbo

Y’all. I spent the last 2+ hours working on this. The power of the graphite compelled me and I was not up for ink on this scale. Description below drawing will have spoilers

This is the royal family of Askazer-Shivadlakia and their chosen family: King Emeritus Michaelis; his partner Jes; Jes’s son Noah; TV and internet influencer chef Eddie Rambler, fiancé to King Gregory; King Gregory III; Gregory’s cousin [edit: Alanna] and administrator for the king; Duke Gerald (Jerry), royal vizier and cousin to the king from the other side of the family.

This is for @spinningprincess who emphatically campaigned that for blorbo I do the Shivadhverse characters- the whole set- and I decided a family portrait was the way to go. If I were to do over, I’d have made the scale for them much bigger so I could have given their faces more detail. @copperbadge was beyond generous and wrote a novella length description on how he imagines everyone. Posting an hour shy of tomorrow - and I don’t care.

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bunnys-babies · 2 years

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Their Tattoos

AOT x gn!reader

warning(s): nooooope :) (ok like suggestiveness in mikasa’s but that’s it)

a/n: another anon rq! This was interesting to think about and probably put way too much thought into this 😩 I hope you guys like!! (ps - happy Valentine’s Day :3!)

characters: zeke, eren, sasha, mikasa, pieck, connie, armin, reiner, porco, bertholdt, levi, & jean

Zeke

I need you to know it’s taking everything in me to not say he has one of those man sleeves where it’s a forest, with a rose, clock, and/or like a lion or something. You all know wtf I’m talking about. Anyways, he has a few but nothing too interesting. Mainly some small sentimental ones on his arms, and one near his wrist. That’s about it for this guy.

Eren

Let Connie start to practice on his thigh once and nearly puked from the anxiety of it being bad so he stopped him mid-tattoo. Sometimes when he’s working out and his mid-thigh shorts rise you can see a speckle of it. Not as many as Mikasa, but a little more than Armin! He goes with Mikasa a lot when she makes her appointments and half the time decides, fuck it, and makes his own. He doesn’t stick to one specific style of tattoo though. He has a few American traditional style ones and a couple other simple-ish ones. He’s pretty chill about them and doesn’t take it too seriously yk :)

Sasha

Not too many actually! Shes got like one stick n poke she tried to give herself in high school on her ankle and she hates it. Other than that, she has a couple random ones on her legs and the one she’s got matching with Mikasa behind her ear! A simple girl :)

Mikasa

Didn’t think she’d want a lot of tattoos at first, and only got a little rose on her wrist for “funsies” (according to Sasha) on her 18th birthday. But she ended up really liking how it looked, and wanted more… and more… and more.. LOL. Thus, tatted up Mikasa was born (whimpers) . She started with her legs first, and is now slowly expanding onto her arms. She likes the look of patchwork sleeves the most for sure. And lastly, she’s got a little matching one with Sasha behind her ear!

Pieck

Has a decent amount, I’d say maybe 6 if you aren’t counting the dainty dots she has on her fingers. They’re all very simplistic line work, nothing too intricate or hyper detailed, and nothing too meaningful either. Mainly pretty pieces she thought up mostly herself (art student pieck >>>>>>). Only one is on her calf, and the rest are spaced across both her arms.

Connie

His thighs are covered, littered, with tiny random ass tattoos that are from himself with a tattoo gun he bought impulsively when he was hammered. He’s honestly not half bad. But he couldn’t care less about what they look like - he’s literally got a tiny dick n balls on his left inner thigh because he can just do that. Who’s gonna stop him? Nobody. Also has not a single professional tattoo. “Why would I pay for one when I can literally do it myself?”

Armin

He has a few! Most are in places you wouldn’t see with his clothes on, which is mainly because for a while he was so scared his grandparents would scold him for having tattoos (???). No, they never said they would and in hindsight he’s not sure why he thought that either. But now he just thinks it’s a fun little surprise. For example, he has one on his shoulder blade that you wouldn’t see unless he was shirtless! He’s also very picky about all them matching style wise, and doesn’t have any in color.

Reiner

100% sticks to American traditional style for most, if not all, his tattoos. He doesn’t have a working sleeve per say, but he’s definitely a little tatted. It fits the whole “scary big man but actually a teddy bear” vibe he’s got going on - not that he does that on purpose though lol. The only exception is a tattoo he got with Bertholdt along his right side on his ribs (mf ouch). They’re not matching, but they have a similar meaning about their childhood and growing up together. Very cute honestly

Porco

Mmmmm, none! He just hasn’t really had too much of a desire to get one, and the fact it’s like permanent permanent just gets him in his head about it a little. Although Pieck has tried to convince him a few rare times to get one with her, maybe one day he’ll come around but he’s chillin for now :).

Bertholdt

He of course has the tattoo with Reiner across his ribs, which hurt literally so bad (it also was his FIRST tattoo, no neither of them thought about that). But he also has a a few scattered across his legs! He’s actually not the biggest fan for super serious sentimental tattoos, and part of it is because he takes a lot of things in his life really seriously. So, it’s nice to feel like he’s doing something freeing and just a little reckless in his own safe way :). Oh, and the one and only time he got absolutely plastered on his 21st birthday he did, indeed, let Connie give him a tattoo on his foot (ouch again). At this point Connie’s just crossing them off a list LOL

Levi

Is this controversial?? I don’t know, but Imma say none 😳 he honestly has no clue what he would even get, and he hates the idea of them fading. And what if someone did a shit job? Well too bad cause now he’s stuck with it forever. He also just can’t picture himself with tattoos, like he almost feels awkward imagining it?? Like Levi, no one’s asking you to get a face tat, but that’s where his mind goes every time.

Jean

One, because he’s too scared to get anymore (but he’d never admit it), and it’s his moms birthday on his inner wrist. Although Connie did convince him to get an inner lip tattoo that just said “SWAG” because he said “nah bro you won’t do it, no balls.” Thankfully it’s basically faded away by now 😭

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taglist: @d1lfluvr @plutowrites @kaimaara @pretty-pop-princess-hs @alonezz @venusackerman @cupcakkesinflatedwetbussy @classyunknownlover @mossygreys (if you’d like to be added jus lemme know!)

#NO BC WHY WAS THIS ACC HARD??#[aot.ohmy!]#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren x reader #sasha braus x reader #mikasa x reader #levi x reader #porco x reader #armin x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #reiner x reader #bertholdt x reader #zeke x reader #pieck x reader

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streaming-yn · 3 years

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Hiya there! I really like your writing and was wondering if you could write something where forgetful y/n meets Technoblade- and also- can I be 🏹 anon if its not taken? :D

yeah yeah!! I don't know if you meant c!forgetful!y/n and c!techno or cc!both and I kinda like the heads of both soo ,, I did both !! I hope that's cool w you !!! n ofc, welcome to the crew 🏹 anon :)

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7

part doesn't look like a real word anymore

pairing (platonic); c!forgetful!y/n x c!techno , forgetful!y/n x (cc!)techno

warnings; dark humor (punting kids, killing, hitman stuff, stuff along those lines!!)

Characters

met bc you're ranboo's sibling !! :)

you were looking for ranboo but couldn't find him (he was hanging out with techno) so you sent him a text on the communicator (whispering) to ask

him, being the protective brother (in lore, the world it's tons more dangerous and he knows) he is, he didn't really think and sent you his coords and said he'll be near there, he's hanging out with someone

he didn't specify who exactly he was with so you were like oh ok be there in a bit

you go the coords and see them through the trees, techno's pink and red colors pallet and ranboo's black half and tux standing out against the snow

immediately you're still, if you move they might hear you – techno might hear you, you look for a bit, going through a back and fourth in your head was what you were going to tell him actually worth what might happen if techno didn't like you? it's not necessarily important information, you just wanted someone to talk to about what you talked with Tommy about today and your brother was your closest friend – tommy tied for first place with him but talking to tommy about what you and tommy spoke about? that's be weird. you really want to talk now, so you don't forget, and your not the best with holding in stuff without snapping at people who don't deserve it

so you decide to go on anyways. he wouldn't hate you, right? you're not really on a side, you're more of a middle ground type of person so you're not connected to the government so he wouldn't hate you, right? and even if he did; your brother would never let him kill you; you reasoned with yourself, happy with the resolve you start forward towards them

thank God for your naturally quiet and agile movements, they would've noticed you before you were ready otherwise, you made it halfway to them and decided to make a little bit of noise so they wouldn't pull weapons as soon as you were right next to them

you threw a snowball at a tree causing both boys to turn and see you wave "hi! just wanted to talk with ranboo"

"well I'm talking to him, about something rather serious too, so leave." "okay so? I want to talk to my brother so why don't you leave?"

talking like this with the blood god was extremely risky, but you're also not the most well known for having smart, thought out decisions. in other words; you don't really think before talking, which can be both good and bad

people admire the honesty and what they believe is guts (it's not, you just don't have cognitive filters), on the other hand, though, it can, and will (and definitely has) land you in a world of hurt

ranboo's looking between you two anxiously, eyes showing obvious worry that this will escalate to a battle

as the piglin hybrid looked down at you like you were dirt under his boot you glared right back up at him, matching the energy he gave, as you grabbed ranboo's hand and started to drag him away

ranboo turned around to look at techno and waved "oh- uh- I guess we can talk some other time!", techno grumbled at that

though later he did let himself laugh about it, someone who looked quiet not being afraid to match his energy was amusing itself, but pair that with you dragging your brother along, not being careful of his foot placement causing him to almost fall many times and it makes it funnier

when he spoke to you again, it was clear neither of you held any grudges or anything but the "oh my god I hate you and we're literally enemies" bit continued, but it was obvious it was just y'all's dynamic

fans were in love with that dynamic and adored making art (comics, drawings, fics, animations, etc) of it :)

and despite everything the friendship and dynamic stayed the same, making fans cry

fans often worried about what would happen to y'all, because nothing in the dsmp stays the same – something bad always has to happen

quite a few ",,, what's gonna happen to c!techno and c!y/n's dynamic... something bad has to happen right? it's been good for way too long" tweets and most of the replies consist of "if something happens I'm blaming you" or "if anything happens I'm coming back with a bat" (both jokes ofc)

haha,, something bad eventually does happen but that's for a different time o/ (dw abt requesting for it! I already have a request where I plan to reveal it, however it will take a bit to get to, until then, enjoy the cliffhanger >:) )

content creators

immediately y'all match up on the same jokes and things!!

yk the thing like "wait, it's not what it looks like" "you kill people for money????" ".... .yeah" "and this whole time I've been doing it for free like a chum!!!"

that's y'all, you're the one who's doing it for free 💀

y'all met through the dsmp and started interacting so the lore won't be awkward and ended up becoming friends

(truth be told you were scared of him not liking you bc you were a fan of his content for some time now)

if you let him rant about Greek stories and such he'll let you rant about what you want to too

if you have any knowledge of old torture machines talk to him about it! like obviously torture is not good or anything but it's interesting to learn what happened in the past yk?

,,although maybe don't do that on stream-

I feel like after talking to techno for the first time and it going well you immediately go back to ranboo like "GUESS WHAT OMG"

"GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT :DD" "Well, hello to you too" "But what's up?" "SCARY MAN THIUGHT I WAS OK 👍👍" "Who? Literally every new guy you meet is "scary man" to you" (/hj /lh) "TECHNOOO!!!!!" "That's awesome, man!! :D"

depending on how you react to jokes about punting kids he would end up making them more often around you bc he finds your reaction funny

if it's normal, you have no reaction, or just laugh in reply, he'll make them a normal amount most likely

if it's something along the lines of "NOOOO !!!!!" he's going to end up making them more, and out of the blue too

"so, you really went far in streaming so far?" "yeah! I think it's neat! I didn't expect to-" "almost as far as the kid I kicked-" "NO !!!!"

there are a lot of times where you have to clear up what is and isn't lore because y'all's dynamic is similar in and out of roleplay

also yk,, people are starved of and wanting c!y/n and c!techno interactions so they're trying to get the crumbs they can – it's actually really funny

taglist: @cvsmixplant @l0ver0fj0y @youngstarfishdinosaur @icarusthefoolish @ophelia-enthusiast @decay-as-a-life-form @xxtwizztedxx @akino-akina-writes @qrimbarkk @milkydisaster @xx-smiley-xx

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orange-waterfalls · 3 years

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I Call This One: Bold & Brash!

The egos x artist! gn! reader

ty @pokemonpunqueen for the request!

A/N: I’ve decided that I’m gonna write for the egos when I can’t think of anything else or I need practice writing lmao. I mean I was doing that before? But I didn’t know it? listen it’s fine it’ll be fine but FOR NOW I thiiiink I’m gonna take requests. Just a few. I’ll stop when I think it gets too much. This is exactly what it says. I focused on like drawing/painting for “artist”, with some references to animation thrown in there. I did Darkiplier, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Google, Eric, and a Host thrown in there bc I love him and I miss him

Word count is 1.5k

Enjoy

Egos x artist!reader

Darkiplier

He’ll want to commission art from you

He makes comments about how Mark is a narcissist but also he’s a narcissist.

Oh look, Dark’s asking you for another picture. What does he want? He wants you to draw him? Again? For the fifth time this fucking month? Wonderful.

He likes looking at how you make art of him, be it stylistic or realistic

He will hang them up all over the fucking house so pace yourself

He’s fine if you draw anybody else

Except Mark. Never Mark. How can he tell, you ask? No fucking clue, but he does

Gets a bit worried that you won’t make enough money to live comfortably

Just because not everyone needs a fucking MANSION-

Will always buy things for you if you ask

Likes to be able to support your job or hobby

Sugar daddy? I mean maybe

Makes sure you eat, sleep, drink water, survive--

Leaves snacks for you at your desk for when you don’t want a meal.

Carries you to bed if you fall asleep at a desk

Recommends you wear comfy clothes at all times so you can fall asleep wherever

A bit of an enabler, he’s doing his best tho

If you take commissions don’t be surprised if he threatens to kill someone when they don’t pay or are rude to you

He loves you, that’s all

Wilford

Fucking elated

Draw him!!! Please!!!! Please draw him!!!!! He has coin!!!!! He can pay!!!!!

Ecstatic if you actually draw him like he’ll giggle for an hour straight just looking

Secretly commissions more art from you

So also sugar daddy

It’s always something so obvious so you know it’s him anyways

He likes bright colors and eyestrain for some reason

If you make that, he just. Stares at it. Unblinking. You have to snap him out of it (im not projecting what do you mean)

Gets extremely worried about you not taking care of yourself

Gets someone to fucking babysit you when he’s gone so you take care of yourself

When you get greatly offended by this he settles for texting you reminders

And when you ignore those he texts more

Don’t be surprised if you get spammed by several people and an alarm starts to play from somewhere in the house

You’re gonna be healthy whether you like it or not, asshole

Drags you to bed aggressively

He WILL NOT drug your food with melatonin because that’s illegal. B U T-

He’s a little confused, but he got the spirit

Will advertise your art to anyone and everyone and also on his show and threatens the audience with a gun

AGAIN, a little confused. he just wuvs u so much

Yancy

I mean technically he’s kind of an artist too so he appreciates your skill and creativity

He’s very nosy and likes to look over your shoulder while you work

If you don’t like him doing that, he still does it, just more secretively

Likes to work in the same room as you.

That is if you don’t mind constant singing or tap dancing in the background

He shows off your art to anyone and everyone and gets mad if they don’t immediately say it’s fantastic

May or may not have stabbed someone over it, you’ll never know

If you show him something you’re working on, he’ll show you something he’s working on in return

The law of equivalent exchange

You tell him you can make MONEY from things like art and dancing and he goes apeshit he gets so fucking excited

If you’re like an animator and offer to animate his dancing he might actually cry

He’ll deny it constantly every day until he dies

If you make things traditionally he hangs them on the wall Everywhere

You might run out of room

By which i mean you will run out of room as soon as possible

Will never tell you a drawing is bad ever unless it’s like Really Bad which it never will be in his eyes

He loves anything and everything you do u are so precious

You have a permanent support system within the man

Google

Used to see art as pointless

Then comprehended the chemical release it causes in the brain and thought that was fine

Then saw you get really mad with something you were working on and got confused again?

If art no make good chemical, why art?

He still doesn’t understand, but that’s ok

You tried to get him to make something once

He just. Kinda. Made a buncha ones and zeroes

You still framed it and hung in on the wall and he got embarrassed

If he could blush, he would

If you draw him he looks like he doesn’t care but it’s at that point he decides he would die for you

Primary objective: answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary objective: make u happy. Tertiary objective is to destroy mankind

If you draw bing that will disappear IMMEDIATELY you have BETRAYED him

If you ask for a color palette recommendation he Always says the google colors. Always.

You might’ve thought he was going for an rgby type of thing. But then you realize.

He is in charge of your financing. He will tell you the most efficient ways to make money as an artist and you follow then

He is also in charge of making sure you FUCKING EAT A MEAL

“But isn’t an objective to destroy mankind?” shut up he’s not happy about it either

Despite his best efforts he loves you and that ain’t gonna change

Illinois

Doesn’t fully understand

He needs to be outside at all times and cannot stay in one place

And you’re like??? Required to stay still???? For prolonged amounts of time????? Disgusting. Anyway, whatcha workin’ on?

He might ask you to try and teach him

If you do try he gives up almost immediately

Sometimes you just get so into it that you forget to do basic things and he gets upset

(i.e. eating, sleeping, living, etc.)

He gets worried about you

He is a hypocrite bc he does the same

He will drag you to bed, motherfucker

Honestly he might lock your shit somewhere until you fucking take care of yourself. it’s like a hostage situation god

“Where the fuck did you put it” “I have no clue what you mean. I might know if you eat your dinner, though”

Asshole (affectionate)

Sometimes you like make faces when you try to draw a person and it’s hilarious and cute to him

He looks at your drawings the moment you walk away but acts like he doesn’t care

He cares a lot

Will support you no matter what but will also tell you without hesitation if he thinks something looks shit

Listen he’s out of line but he’s right

Eric

Loves you a lot and will support anything and everything you choose to do or make

Drawing? Awesome! Painting? Wonderful! Animation? Superb!

He often wants to buy you supplies or something but he does not know what anything is

Fuck is a chalk pencil???? What are gel pens vs normal pens?????? Watercolor????? What the fuck are you saying??????????

Will subtly drop hints that you could,,,, draw him,,,,, maybe,,,,, if u wanna

And by subtly I mean he starts to ask and then starts crying

If you draw him he will cry again he loves u so much

If he ever were to get a tattoo it’d be something u drew. Nothing else is as important to him at the moment

He enjoys photography and film, and likes to try and bond with you over artistic things

I mean. Some things overlap.

You could talk about a single drawing for hours and he’d listen intently the whole time

Don’t ask him for feedback, it’s always some version of “it’s perfect and I love you”

Even if he hates it

Which,,,,, he might hate it sometimes

He’s not a good reviewer. 2/10, very biased

He likes to take photos when you’re in the zone

If you tell him to delete them he will

While secretly making one his home screen

Host

Hey, he gets it

He writes, he understands the hyperfocus

Sometimes he wouldn’t move from his chair for a day because he was busy writing a script

That being said, you probably have to be the one to get him to take care of himself

Or you have to take turns

Otherwise you’re both gonna fucking die

He asks you to describe your art to him and tries to picture it.

He’ll tell you if he thinks it probably looks good or bad

You shouldn’t take it to heart because he can’t see it

He is a bastard sometimes

“Well, what do you think?” “I think it looks fantastic” “Thanks, babe” “...” “... you think you’re fucking funny, don’t you”

He asks if you can draw him sometimes

No, he won’t see it, but he’ll appreciate the sentiment if you do

He will ask for your opinion on his scripts sometimes

If you say it’s bad he gets really defensive

You work in the same room a lot of the time and forget the other is there

One of you has to preemptively order food or like set a timer so you can goddamn Survive

You’ll be fine

#markiplier egos x reader #darkiplier x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #yancy x reader #illinois x reader #googleplier x reader #eric derekson x reader #eric derickson x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #darkiplier x gn reader #wilford x reader #wilford warfstache x gn reader #yancy x gn reader #illinois x gn reader #googleplier x gn reader #eric derekson x gn reader #i'll be honest i only thought about this bc i saw mark's fucking VIDEO on tiktok and got kind of excited

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meruz · 3 years

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i was gonna draw tonight but i dropped my tablet pen and the barrel of the pen broke off and flew somewhere underneath (??) my bed (?) and now i cant find it so I’m just gonna answer asks before bed instead. just some art asks and more mentions of infinity train LOL

What program and brushes do you use when making your art?

@ravki hi! part of this is in my FAQ but i’ll say it again anyways LOL: I use photoshop CC and have used photoshop for pretty much....my whole art career. I’ve dabbled in clip and paint tool sai in the past but photoshop is my true wife, we eloped away from her awful father adobe many years ago and are very happy together.

as for brushes... I should prob put this info in my FAQ too lol,... my default brush set is actually free to download here! Tho I will say I also use steve ahn’s storyboarding brush sometimes and lately i’ve been using shiyoon kim’s brushes A TON. Shiyoon’s cost a couple bucks but they’re super worth it imo

How do you choose colors?

This is kind of a difficult one to describe from scratch but hmm.... I’ll put it this way. Generally when I go into coloring or painting something I already have some colors in mind. Like for a certain piece I know I want a bright green, or a magenta, or a dark blue in certain areas. A lot of the time I know a mood I want. So I’ll start with that core color tone and build around it. I’ll use an example from a recent piece

So you can see here that the first color I accessed was that bright cyan. So I start with that bright cyan and then bring in its “friends” in the form of analogous colors (shown below on the far left)

greens greys etc. THEN I know I want the characters to stand out against all the blue so I start laying down warm contrasting colors for them (middle group). the mat under them is orange, skin tones are warm, ryans flannel is red etc. then to get them to work together I work more cool colors into the shadows and slightly warmer (not too warm because its a cool img overall so in this case, greener LOL) colors into highlights.

hope that makes sense? for me choosing colors is a lot about story and composition. If you know what you want to say, the mood you want to create, where you want to go, the path to get there becomes a lot clearer imo.

Have you ever considered making an art book?

I have! But I don’t think I currently have enough...original illustrations for one LOL? Not that an art book has to be all original work but if I were putting fanart in an art book...at that point I’d just make a fanzine. I’m making more original work lately though so maybe this year....? Who knows. For now, I do have a sketchbook up on gumroad. Hoping to do one of those next year too.

Any tips for keeping background drawings from getting super stiff, especially since things like interiors have a lot of straight lines?

This is a really interesting ask. Really great question that I don’t think gets asked enough - forgive me if I get a bit art school here but I drew up some examples.

First I think we have to investigate the assumption that straight lines make things stiff. That seems true on an instinctual level and certainly proves to be true very often But I don’t think its actually the straight lines themselves but the sort of arrangements and compositions they tend to dictate. Take this for instance.

pretty big difference, right? there’s a couple things that make a composition feel stiff and one of the most significant is lines that are perpendicular and parallel to the frame. it feels locked in and solid, like bricks. but the moment you shift these angles even a little the composition instantly becomes more dynamic because our innate senses of weight, gravity, and directionality can sense movement.

But it’s not just diagonals let’s take this one step further

when lines meet and terminate together those tangents can flatten and lock space so the best way to solve this is with overlap and complete intersection, forms continuing past or behind each other feel more layered and less like a flat mosaic... again, even in the simplest line drawings. So how do we apply this to a background?

ok I drew this really fast so its potentially not the best example but I think the idea is there. This space isn’t even particularly deep, it’s basically a room, a doorway, and a hallway behind it, and we’re not seeing that much of any of those things LOL. but when you draw an environmental object like a doorway in a way that lines up with the perpendicular and parallel lines of the canvas you’re automatically flattening it and making it look rigid.

and when you create tangents with objects and characters you flatten the space around them and make it difficult to tell what is actually in front or behind or if they’re on the same plane.

GOD I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE. Anyways. avoid those things and you’ll instantly have less stiff bgs no matter what kind of bg you’re depicting.

I wanna mention however that this isn’t to say a stiff bg with flat space doesn’t have its purposes.

sometimes you want to create parallels and tangents. it can make characters feel closed in, trapped, regimented, part of a routine, etc. it’s also great for making a composition look ornamental (especially combined with symmetry).

directors like wes anderson can even use these compositional elements to make images feel uncanny or harrowing! its very versatile. I think the important thing is to just be aware of when you are making something rigid and when that’s the last thing you want to do. conscious choices.

Can you speak Tagalog?

@lemuelzero101 I can! BUT NOT VERY WELL LOL ;;; both my parents are from Visayas! but they met and had me in the states lol so I’m pretty American born and raised. We go back to visit family on occasion but not regularly. My tagalog is mostly absorbed from listening to relatives at parties lol and my parents speak bisaya at home so I’m marginally better at that. Sorry to any filipinos out there hoping I’d be better educated, I’m like a little baby...

I do love meeting and talking to other filipinos online though, I grew up in an area that was relatively diverse but the asian population was small and the filipino population basically non-existent. I was like one of maybe 2 filipino kids in my highschool of 2000.

Apart from infinity train what shows are you watching now? Have you seen jujitsu kaisen?

Man this is gonna sound so boring but I haven’t watched a lot of tv lately. It’s not really part of my daily routine. Let’s see... I was sort of watching Amphibia, Craig of the Creek, and the new Digimon Adventure 2020 but I keep falling off watching those for one reason or another. Also there’s a lot of episodes, it doesn’t feel like something I can just binge and be done with.

The last thing I binged was Succession. I want that show and Euphoria back so bad, when I’m done forcing all my friends to watch Infinity Train im cancelling my HBO subscription until Succession and Euphoria return so they know exactly what I’m on their list for LOL.

I have not watched jujitsu kaisen but I’ve kept up with some of the sakuga news (I keep up with anime industry news and production info like x5 the amt i keep up with actual anime) for it and their compositing/editing looks dope. I’ve read the manga actually LOL or at least part of the beginning. I wasn’t super keen on the whole finger eating thing. Also to be honest I kinda feel like its the new Bleach and I never particularly cared about Bleach. Characters look nice enough tho. I wholeheartedly support jjk fans.

Thank you! Thank you @keznodzieja! <3

And thank you anons who don’t watch infinity train LOL...it’s always nice to hear when people enjoy my fanart despite not knowing the source material because it lifts a little bit of the “oh god am I being annoying???” fear off my chest. But also I think you should watch infinity train because it’s really good I have no reservations recommending it.

#ask #GOD so much to say everyday #now to respond to e-mails and hit the hay at a responsible time

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What are/were your art artistic inspirations? I love your art and it always brightens my day.

thank you!!

ooh ok ok, in general some artists that i really like are hashim akib (he’s my favorite painter! he works with acrylics and his style is a lil impressionistic) and toniko pantoja (i watch a lot of his animation videos and his art style is neat!)

but there are also a few people who’s art influenced me to make specific decisions that i still maintain:

my friend kelsey doesn’t post art anymore but she was my biggest inspiration for taking art seriously and was the reason i started to draw everyday. an instance specifically was with some miku art she once drew that had a very geometric feel to it (a lot of sharp edges and geometric shapes). it’s because of that piece i started drawing lines in hair and embedded more shapes and angles in my drawings.

viria94, aka the person who drew the official pjo art. specifically the style she used in the official character portraits is what inspired me.

when i drew this clarisse/silena piece it was the first time i tried to make my shading blockier because of it:

i tried a little bit of eyedropping some of the colors from viria’s annabeth art into it because i liked how cool the colors were. (i think i only really did it on silena’s skin—like you can notice that bit of grey-pink there.) and that was when i realized she used a combination of saturated and desaturated colors, which influences how i shade now. (before then, my shading was really saturated,, it wasn’t that great,,)

ramonn90

when i changed my coloring style last year, it was because i saw his art on my feed and went, “hmm i’m gonna try that.” just for how rough and sketchy his lines and coloring are, yet everything he drew still looked really pretty and had so much life. also for how he uses chromatic aberration. i wanted to try that too.

the first time i tried that was with these pjo pieces.

and now it’s evolved into how you see it today: very bold and sketchy lines, but i try to make up for it with my colors 👌

i didn’t start using the pen tool in firealpaca until last year (before then i used the pencil tool—very soft and reliant on opacity), and i very much prefer the pen tool now for how loose i can be, but still maintain bold lines.

i think me shading a lot with solid black kinda stems from those typical comic book styles?? yk the ones that have a lot of lineweight and contrast. i never got into comic books but those heavy black lines do intrigue me...

yeah. those are some things that inspired my style.

in general, sometimes i take inspiration for how i wanna approach a piece from the artists i follow. if i see someone do something cool in a certain work or capture some sort of ambience i like, i’d probably want to emulate that some way in my next drawing.

on insta, i have an album of “favorite artists” (for art styles i really enjoy) and “inspo” (for specific artworks i really like) to look at when i need inspiration.

for here on tumblr, i rb things on @inspo-rational for future reference or tag “fave” for anything that inspires me.

#i also have my ‘fave fave fave fave fa’ tag on here which is like fave but second tier #for ones i really really really like #hjGDJDND #yeah #😉👍#casu asks #long post

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wordsnwhiskey · 3 years

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As It Should Be | Chapter 6: Negotiations in Pain & Pleasure

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader x Frankie Morales

Summary: The summary is smut, good, fun, BDSM smut, and aftercare. OR, Frankie needs to let go and hasn’t been able to for months. Jack promised to help and show him the aftercare that his old partners had been neglecting him. He’s making good on that promise.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: M/M, BDSM, Dom!Jack, sub!Frankie, impact play (with a flogger), oral (M receiving), praise kink, dirty talk (it’s Whiskey here), anal, unprotected sex, alcohol, food mention. (I think that’s it but let me know if it isn’t!)

A/N: Y’all, it’s finally here! I have been waiting for this chapter for a while and I am so glad it’s here. These men both need this, especially Frankie and I really wanted Jack to be the person to provide it for him. If M/M isn’t your thing, I’m not sure how you got here, but this probably isn’t the fic for you, and this chapter is definitely not your thing because that is literally all there is. Huge shoutout to my friend Agent Capri Sun and mi esposa @danniburgh for feeding my thots and beta-ing!

For those of you who don’t know, PrEP is a medication that can be prescribed to those who do not have HIV and are looking to further protect themselves against it. Why did I include this? Because on the whole, it’s recommended as a safe practice and it’s rarely mentioned in media/writing. Also, please remember BDSM revolves around SSC and/or RACK. Go learn about these things. So there’s my soapbox moment. Enjoy!

“C’mon, Flyboy, we’re gonna have some fun tonight.”

Without hesitation, Frankie stood up fluidly and grabbed his go bag from the corner of the room while Jack shut his computer down for the night and collected his keys from his desk. The energy around them was buzzing with anticipation. Jack’s outward demeanor seemed casual, but the way his whitened knuckles gripped the steering wheel as his other hand alternated between tenderly playing with the hair at Frankie’s nape and searing Frankie’s thigh, showed Jack was anything but cool, calm and collected.

Frankie’s breath was coming in shallow, shaky puffs. Funny how he could maintain his breathing while being shot at, while going through combat exercises, and even when he had to crash land their helicopter in Colombia, but feeling Jack’s hand on him as they drove back to the condo broke his composure. That large, warm hand had found its way to his thigh again, fingers pressing, squeezing gently at his inner thigh, and Frankie could hear his blood roaring in his ears.

Mercifully, the drive was short. Frankie grabbed his bag with a shaky hand and quietly followed Jack to the elevator, just a short ride to the fulfillment of a promise Frankie was aching for. The elevator doors shut, and Frankie tried to take a steadying breath. The anticipation was heavy on him, and he wanted nothing more than to lean into Jack, but didn’t want to seem clingy. That had been something that his old partners, Sam and her husband, had discouraged.

Jack could see Frankie struggling, his wants warring with his nerves. With a soft smile, Jack pulled Frankie so his back was flush against his chest, loosely wrapping his arms around Frankie’s waist so he didn’t feel trapped, and pressed soft, teasing kisses along his neck. Frankie was dizzy from the feeling of Jack’s lips, his mustache tickling at his skin, the intimacy of the action, and his embrace. He was so lost in the feeling that Jack had to clear his throat to alert him that the elevator had in fact stopped and the doors were open. Frankie blushed, quickly disentangling himself from Jack, clearing his throat while he stepped out of the elevator.

Jack’s hand appeared, warm and steadying at the small of his back as he guided Frankie to the door. Jack unlocked the door, and Frankie stepped over the threshold. He didn’t even have time to drop his bag to the floor. Jack was on him, pushing him against the door, Jack’s Stetson collided with Frankie’s cap as Jack’s mouth claimed Frankie’s. There was no care for either the Stetson or Frankie’s cap as Jack’s tender kisses from the elevator turned hungry, his tongue swiping at Frankie’s lower lip. Frankie dropped his bag, his now free hand clutching at Jack’s shirt. Jack’s fingers gripped Frankie’s hair tightly, pulling a whimper and a moan from Frankie that was muffled against Jack’s own growl of approval. His knee pressed between Frankie’s thighs, and Jack could feel the other man’s erection, hard and needy against his hip.

“Damn, Flyboy, eager aren’t ya?”

Frankie could only nod as he tried to catch his breath, Jack’s drawl making his cock twitch and his eyes blown with lust.

“Go to my room, strip, then kneel at the foot of the bed. Put a pillow down for your knees.”

Jack’s voice dropped in register and took on a delicious edge that sent a shudder down Frankie’s spine. Any reservations Frankie had about being clingy or too needy were obliterated by the desire in Jack’s commanding presence.

While Frankie did as he was told, Jack shrugged off his blazer, tossing it over the back of the sofa, then rolled up his sleeves and poured himself a drink. He savored the smooth heat in his mouth, rolled his shoulders, then made for his room. His cock hardened at the sight that waited for him.

“Hands on the bed, Flyboy.”

Frankie was quick to obey, glancing over at Jack briefly to admire him. He quickly turned his gaze back to the empty space on the bed in front of him, instinct telling him that Jack would want him to face forward. Jack strode over to one of his wardrobes, opening the doors to reveal an assortment of hanging implements. After a moment’s consideration, he pulled a flogger from its hook along with a pair of leather cuffs.

“Normally, I prefer to use rope, but we did such a number on you in our haste the other night, I’m gonna have to settle for the leather cuffs for now.”

Frankie shuddered as the distantly familiar sensation of smooth leather strips teased his back and ghosted over his shoulders.

“Color?” Jack asked. Despite it being on Frankie’s list of interests, he wanted to confirm Frankie was still ok with the implement being used in this session.

“Green.”

Frankie responded quickly and took a deep breath. Jack hummed his approval, a smile tugging at his lips when Frankie’s body moved of its own accord at the sound, leaning back to seek Jack’s touch. The flogger appeared in Frankie’s line of sight as Jack teasingly ran the leather lightly down then up Frankie’s left arm before giving the other the same treatment. Frankie fought to sit still, goosebumps left in the flogger's wake, and another shudder raced down his spine. Jack switched the flogger to his right hand, and his fingers traced the path of the flogger down from Frankie’s shoulder, over his bicep and to the tips of Frankie’s fingers. He covered Frankie’s hand with his own while he kissed his shoulder and the fading bite mark from two nights prior. Jack’s teeth grazed over the sensitive skin at the nape of Frankie’s neck and hummed at the moan that caught in Frankie’s throat.

“Are you ready, Flyboy?”

Frankie’s breath hitched, and he nodded. Jack tutted and grabbed Frankie’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“Use your words, Flyboy.”

“I’m ready, sir.”

Jack’s eyes flashed at the honorific, his smile broadening as his grip tightened on the handle of the flogger.

“Good boy.”

Jack hummed his approval, brushing Frankie’s jaw with his thumb before pulling away. The whisper of leather on skin was a teasing promise of what was to come, making Frankie tense. There was a painful absence of sensation for the briefest of moments before the crack of leather filled the air, followed by another; sensation lighting up his back. Both weren’t particularly hard, intended only to warm him up, but Christ, did Frankie want more.

Jack marveled at the way Frankie’s back muscles twitched, aching to see them spasm at his hand, to make him squirm. Another two light flicks of Jack’s wrist before a resounding crack echoed with Frankie’s moan. Then again, two light cracks followed by two slightly harder ones. Frankie clenched his hands, bunching the sheets in his fists and crying out.

“Color, Flyboy?”

“Green!” Frankie keened, his back feeling delightfully warm.

“Good boy,” Jack praised again, smiling at the way Frankie whimpered in response. “Can you do more? Do you want to go harder?”

Frankie nodded, then remembered the rules.

“Yes!”

“Yes what, Flyboy?”

“Yes, sir!”

“That’s my good boy.”

Frankie gave an obscene moan at the praise, breaking off into a whimper as Jack gave him another stroke of the flogger, making Jack smile. The next one was harder, the painful whisper of leather across his back left a stinging ache. At the eighth total stroke of the flogger, warmth enveloped Frankie, a knot caught in his throat at the feeling. By the ninth stroke, Frankie was almost floating, tethered to the moment by the wave of overwhelming emotion threatening to crest in his chest.

He wanted this so badly, he needed it. He needed to let go and not think about all of the shit in his life that had converged on him the last few days. Frankie choked out a sob at the last stroke, the cresting wave of emotion breaking free and crashing over him.

Everything he had buried, his mixed emotions, the drugs, and losing his job, bubbled to the surface all at once. The tears were just as cathartic as sinking into the pain had been.

He let out a shuddering exhale, and before Jack could ask, Frankie called out “Green!”

Jack sighed, the kneeling man’s back was an angry red, stripes forming from the flogger. He adjusted himself in his jeans to get some relief, then set the flogger back on its hook and returned to the bed. Jack sat down and maneuvered them so that Frankie’s head was cradled in his lap. He understood that Frankie needed this, now more than ever probably. It was one of the reasons he had offered to do this for Frankie, to give him an outlet to just feel and let go.

“Shh, you did so well, Flyboy. You were such a good boy for me.”

Jack cooed as he stroked Frankie’s damp, curly locks. Frankie hummed in response, and Jack lifted Frankie’s chin to see his flushed face.

“Can you do more, or do you want to stop for now, Flyboy?”

Frankie blinked, his eyes hazy then he buried his face in Jack’s lap, finding it hard to think and trying to ground himself.

“I-I can do more. I want to do more.”

Jack’s breath hitched as Frankie’s cheek brushed against the cock straining in his jeans.

“Alright, Flyboy. Lean back then, hands behind your back.”

Frankie did as he was told, his back burning slightly from the flogging. Jack stood up, a steadying hand on the sweet, willing man kneeling before him. He took a moment to let his gaze find Frankie’s cock, his eyebrows raising in surprise at just how hard and leaky he was.

“Shit, boy, I’ve never seen someone get as hard or leak as much as you from just the flogger.”

He carefully secured the leather cuffs, making sure they were fixed a bit above his wrists so as to not chafe the already irritated skin, then sat back down on the bed and tugged Frankie forward. Without his hands to stop himself, Frankie’s head landed unceremoniously back in Jack’s lap with a grunt. A low groan fell from Jack’s lips as Frankie nuzzled the large bulge in Jack’s jeans. Frankie mumbled something into Jack’s lap that he couldn’t quite make out.

“What was that?”

“Said ‘s not just the flogger.”

“Oh? What is it then, Flyboy?”

Frankie squirmed, and Jack did nothing to stop him.

“S’you, never was like this before.”

Jack’s heart melted at the trust, vulnerability and adoration that was tinged with sadness in Frankie’s words. This was about more than just the clear arousal Frankie had. The look in his eyes earlier, and the way he was nuzzling him now, told Jack that Frankie had been missing the safety and ability to truly let go for a long time now. Jack was honored that Frankie was able to find that solace in him.

“Hey,” Jack’s hands cupped Frankie’s face as he bent down and kissed him tenderly, making sure to place a kiss on each of Frankie’s tear-stained cheeks. After allowing them a moment, Jack pulled back, his thumb swiping over Frankie’s lower lip, nudging insistently until Frankie took it in his mouth and sucked on it eagerly.

“D’you want to put this mouth to some good use, Flyboy?”

Frankie watched hungrily as Jack made to unbuckle his belt until he realized that Jack was waiting until Frankie had consented to go any further .

“Fuck… I mean yes, sir.”

Jack chuckled, then finished unbuckling his belt, adjusting so that he could get his jeans and boxers down to his mid-thigh. He smirked at the way Frankie stared hungrily at his cock. It was nice to know that the hunger he’d seen the night at the safehouse hadn’t been entirely drug induced.

The smirk promptly disappeared when Frankie widened his knees to balance better then leaned in and his lips enveloped the head of his cock.

“Fuck…”

The curse fell softly from Jack’s lips, a moan catching at the back of his throat. It took all of Jack’s strength not to buck up into Frankie’s mouth from the searing pleasure of Frankie bobbing up and down on his cock, moaning as he took more of Jack’s length.

Frankie smirked as best as he could, feeling proud he was able to elicit such a reaction from Jack. Strong fingers gripping tightly and twisting in his hair pulled a whine from deep in Frankie’s chest, and his eyes rolled back a bit as he felt Jack’s hand push him further down his cock until Frankie’s nose brushed Jack’s dark curls. Jack held him there for a minute, getting used to the hot warmth that surrounded his cock. He let out a breathy chuckle when Frankie’s hips jolted forward involuntarily, the feeling of being held down making him seek the sweet tantalizing friction of the bed.

“F-Fuck, Flyboy… S-shit, y’got a hot fuckin’ mouth.”

Jack started to pump into Frankie’s mouth, his other hand on Frankie’s throat to feel his cock move. He could feel the small whimpers and moans Frankie made around him, increasing arousal turning his breathing into shallow pants.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ… Such a -shit- Such a good, cock-hungry… Fuck!”

He felt Frankie start to struggle and pulled him off of his cock. They were both panting, trying to catch their breath, and Jack ran his fingers through Frankie’s hair to help soothe him. Frankie nuzzled into his lap then turned his head and breathed in Jack’s scent, marveling at the sight of Jack’s twitching cock. Smirking, Jack tenderly wiped some spit from the corner of Frankie’s mouth.

“How you doin’ down there?”

“Mmm... good.”

“Yeah?” Jack chuckled, “You sound a little cock dumb, Flyboy.”

“Maybe…” Frankie’s voice sounded dream-like and far away.

Jack put his hands on Frankie’s shoulders and pushed him back gently to see the head of Frankie’s cock flushed a needy red and leaking a small puddle on the hard floor beneath him, just missing the pillow cushioning his knees.

“Do you wanna cum, Flyboy?”

Frankie’s eyes widened at the whine that bubbled out of him, a deep flush taking a hold of his cheeks, and his gaze dropped from Jack’s dark, warm eyes.

“Yes, sir… Please.”

“Do you think you can take me?”

Jack watched Frankie intently, taking his chin between his index finger and thumb to make their gazes meet again. He didn’t want Frankie agreeing just because he thought that Jack would let him cum by doing so. Frankie bit his lip, then nodded.

“Words. I need to hear you say it, Flyboy. We don’t have to tonight if you don’t want to or can’t.”

Jack’s gaze was hard, yet tender, and Frankie felt a little lost in it, but he knew that he trusted Jack completely. He knew that if he wanted, they could stop at any time. Arousal pooled in his belly, and he knew that he wanted to take Jack, wanted to feel his weight pin him down, make him feel safe before sending him over the edge of pleasure.

“Yes sir, I-I can, and I want to, it’s just been a while.”

Jack’s chest tightened a little as he looked down at Frankie, smiling, then leaning down to kiss Frankie before moving down to nibble along the column of his neck.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow, Flyboy, and you just let me know if you need a break or to stop.”

Frankie nodded, then grumbled in surprise when Jack effortlessly hauled him up and bent him over the bed. He turned his head on the bed to breathe a bit better and saw Jack grab a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

“Do you want to use a condom? Me and Bourbon are exclusive, but I get tested regularly and am on PrEP for Statesmen. All my tests came back negative.”

Excitement tingled down Frankie’s spine. He wanted to feel him.

“No condom. I’m on PrEP too, got tested after Sam and haven’t been with anyone since.”

Jack nodded, then walked back over to the bed, his large, warm hand kneading Frankie’s ass.

The cool liquid was in stark contrast to the heat of his fingers. Jack slowly circled Frankie’s hole while he reached around and took Frankie’s cock in his other hand. Frankie’s keening moan turned into a whine when Jack gently pushed a finger inside of him.

Jack felt Frankie clench around his finger and started to lightly stroke his cock while letting him get used to the feeling. After a bit, he coated a second finger with lube and slid it in beside the first. Frankie let out a shaky breath, the muscles in his back rippling lightly.

“Look at you. You’re doing so well for me. Just take it easy, Flyboy.”

He continued to work him gently, understanding it had been a little while for Frankie. Then Frankie began to relax, slowly fucking himself back onto Jack’s fingers and forward into Jack’s fist. Jack let Frankie get used to the sensation again, adding more lube and delving deeper, harder with his fingers.

After they were able to work up to three fingers, Jack pulled out of him and took a step back, drawing a whimper from Frankie at the loss of contact. He heard the shuffle of denim as Jack shucked his jeans and boxers, then felt Jack’s steadying hand on his back.

“I’m right here, Flyboy.”

Jack murmured reassuringly while he gave himself a few strokes with his lubed up hand, he teased the hole with the tip of his cock with a feathery touch then slowly started to ease into Frankie.

“Fuckin’ Christ, Flyboy!”

Jack hissed, then moaned as he slowly worked himself inch by inch inside of Frankie, taking encouragement from Frankie’s keening and ragged breath.

“Fuck… So… -mmmmmfuckme- So full, Jack!”

Jack smirked at the way he had reduced Frankie to nothing but babbling, but his smirk quickly faded when he smacked Frankie’s ass and felt him clench in response.

“Shit, Flyboy, you’re so fuckin’ tight.”

Frankie moaned, fingers grasping helplessly at Jack’s shirt. His arms were still bound, and he needed more contact than the teasing drag of the fabric.

“Shirt… off, wanna feel you, Jack.”

He let out a low moan that filled the air as Jack leaned back, pushing himself deeper into Frankie as he unbuttoned then tugged his shirt and undershirt off. Frankie hummed when he felt Jack’s warm body envelop him, giving him the contact he wanted. Jack chuckled as Frankie’s hands sought to feel his soft tummy, fingers brushing the trail of hair that gathered there.

Pulling back, Jack grabbed the leather cuffs for leverage and he started to fuck Frankie in earnest.

“Fuck yeah, Flyboy. Taking me…. So. Fucking. Good!”

Jack’s heavy hand came down with a loud smack on Frankie’s ass, and he steadily increased his pace until Frankie was squirming and whimpering beneath him. Frankie was so close, teetering on the edge, but not quite able to get there. He felt like he was slowly being driven mad by exquisite torture.

“J-Jack! Please… I n-need-”

“Not yet, Flyboy.”

Jack gritted out, getting closer to his own orgasm. Leaning over, so his chest was as flush as it could be against Frankie’s back, Jack growled.

“Ask me nicely, Flyboy.”

“Please!” Frankie cried out, “Jack, please, I want to-”

Jack adjusted his hips, and dropped a hand to wrap around Frankie’s cock again. “Alright, let go, Frankie. Cum for me, Flyboy.” He thrusted again, hitting a different angle, finding Frankie’s prostate and causing him to cry out hoarsely as he came all over the sheets and Jack’s hand.

“Fuck!”

The answering growl that came from Jack’s throat seared Frankie’s soul, and he could feel Jack tense above him, his hips stuttering until he gave one final thrust and stiffened above Frankie. As Jack came, his grunts made Frankie’s chest flutter, the sensation of having been claimed and marked running hot in his veins.

Frankie’s breath hitched when Jack brought his fingers up to taste Frankie’s cum, and he moaned before bringing his fingers to Frankie’s mouth to give him a taste as well.

They both groaned as Jack slipped out. He took a moment to admire the mess he made of his Flyboy, soothingly rubbing Frankie’s hip.

“Alright, gimme a minute, Flyboy.” Jack’s voice was soft, trying not to interrupt the bliss that smoothed Frankie’s facial features.

Frankie grunted as Jack undid the cuffs one by one, easing Frankie’s arms to his side, massaging them gently to soothe the soreness.

“Hey, I’ll be right back. Don’t move. I’m gonna take care of you, Flyboy.”

Frankie mumbled in response. Jack cleaned himself up and returned shortly, with a soft, damp washcloth and a glass of water. He set the glass down, then began to gingerly dab the cloth over Frankie’s back, soothing him from the sting left behind by the flogger. Small little whimpers fell from Frankie’s lips at the contrast in temperature.

“Shhh, you did so well. This’ll help the burn a bit, Flyboy.”

Jack cooed, murmuring praises as he went. Once he was finished, he put the washcloth in the hamper, then wrapped the light comforter around Frankie to insulate him from Jack’s body heat. He pulled him in close, tucking Frankie under his shoulder.

“‘M so proud of you. My Flyboy… you were so good for me.

Jack kissed his ear, nuzzling the curly locks atop Frankie’s head, humming when Frankie curled in closer at his words. Frankie couldn’t do much more than that. His mind was still mostly floating on cloud nine, slowly easing back to the solid safety of being enveloped by Jack’s arms and his scent.

“You thirsty?”

Frankie nodded, but as Jack moved toward the bedside table, Frankie’s hand shot out and grabbed Jack’s wrist..

“No leaving, only water.”

Jack broke out into a hearty laugh, harmonizing with Frankie’s own laughter.

“It’s just right here on the night table.”

Frankie let him go. Jack stretched to retrieve the glass for Frankie, who took it to his lips, becoming more and more aware of his surroundings and less in the haze of subspace as he drank.

“Thank you, Jack. That was… incredible. I really needed that.”

Jack nodded and smiled down at Frankie, still nestled into his side, thumb rubbing circles over Frankie’s arm.

“It’s been a minute since I’ve done that, and I’m glad I could do that for you, Flyboy. I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love every minute of it myself. Are you feeling alright? Do you need anything?”

Frankie shook his head, and Jack grunted as he peered over to look at the clock: 20:30.

“You hungry? There’s a biscuits and gravy place that delivers, and I did say I’d take care of you tonight, Flyboy.”

Frankie’s stomach growled in response and they laughed again. Jack got up and placed their order, then turned to find Frankie had retrieved his go bag and was rummaging through it.

“Shit, I barely have anything to wear. I wasn’t expecting to be gone from home this long.”

“Don’t worry about it, you can borrow mine. I know I definitely enjoyed seeing you in my clothes today.” Jack teased and winked at Frankie, pulling a flush to his cheeks. “Besides, me and Bourbon can take you shopping tomorrow.”

Frankie frowned a bit, remembering that he was technically out of a job, and though he was looking forward to a big paycheck from Pope, he had no idea when he’d next be able to get a decent job flying.

“Uh, I don’t really think I could afford much out here. I usually just wear cargo pants and a t-shirt or button down.”

Jack scoffed, “I said we’d take you shopping, not that you’d be paying, Flyboy. Either Statesman’ll pay or I will. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Frankie squirmed. He was not accustomed to such things, but Jack’s voice left little room for argument. Shortly after, Jack went to pick up their food from the lobby, and they promptly devoured it upon his return. Frankie sat back with a groan, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Time to hit the hay, I reckon.”

Frankie nodded and made his way to the guest bedroom. Jack frowned, putting a hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

“I’d rather have you in my bed again tonight... if you’re alright with that?”

“Y-yeah, I’d like that.”

Jack nodded, then threw away the trash and tugged Frankie along to bed. He smiled as Frankie scooted to curl up beside him, imagining how things would be once you were in bed with them as well.

Frankie thought to himself how easy this felt, how good it felt. Hell, maybe this was something he could do and not have it end up like before. Just in this night alone, Jack had done more for him than his old partners had the entire time the three of them had been together. Despite how easy or how right it felt, Frankie knew that any relationship, especially one with three people, required a lot of communication and effort.

He couldn’t think of anyone else he’d rather do that work with than you and Jack.

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finger paint | choi san

word count: 1.3k

genre: fluff

established relationship!

warnings: san just makes a sex joke but that’s it

request: hello hello could i request san with an artist!reader? like they're dating but he's also her muse and she paints him and hfjsjfjd pure fluff ig? also congrats on 100!! deserved

a/n: thank you!! <3 i hope you enjoy! ps. thank you for helping me with literally everything lol

“choi san!” you scolded your boyfriend as he kept moving wayyy too much for you to sketch his body.

“i’m sorry, i can’t help it. but you gave me something really boring to do.” san apologized as he motioned towards the english textbook you gave him.

you sighed in annoyance thinking of other ways to occupy your boyfriend enough for him to stay still since you current art project was to capture someone in the act of doing something. so of course, you choose to paint san since it was another excuse for you to marvel at your boyfriend plus you got to spend even more time with him and get your schoolwork done. it was a three birds one stone type thing you know?

at first, you asked him to dance for you. letting him freestyle to whatever song was playing. if i’m being honest, you spent the first five minutes just watching san dance. you were absolutely entranced by the way he moved his body so effortlessly and smoothly.

san had caught on to your staring and teased you for it. “are you gonna start drawing or are you just gonna keep your mouth open? because i’ll give you a reason to keep it open.”

your immediate reaction was to throw whatever was in your reach at him. your weapon of choice was an eraser that hit him square in the forehead.

“ouch.” he pouted as he rubbed the targeted spot.

“that’s on you.” you defended as you picked up the eraser he threw back at you, your cheeks a pretty pink. “can you get back to dancing now please?”

“you sure? because i-”

“san!” you shouted at him as you pointed your pencil at him threateningly.

“ok! ok!” he said immediately as he jogged back to his phone to hit play again.

as the music went on, the more you realized it was hard to capture a single dance move. you were getting frustrated each time you had to erase your page.

“baby, is it okay if you can do something else?” you shyly asked him, feeling bad that he has to switch activities for you.

“sure, of course. what do you have in mind?” he asked you as he lowered the music.

this is how you were left with a twitchy san, who wouldn’t sit still while you tried to sketch him. he always changed his position every few minutes or so claiming that he couldn’t get comfortable. finally, you got tired of san changing positions which led to you slightly snapping at him.

but then a bright idea popped into your head.

there was an art sale at your local target which resulted in you buying some mediocre art supplies for your art students that you had lessons with during the week. you rushed into your storage closet, digging around bins and bags looking for the five-color finger paint set that you never used.

“where did you go?” your boyfriend asked as you returned with a palette and the bottles of paint in your arms.

“i had to get something.” you answered as you sat back down on the floor, cracking open the paint, secretly praying that they weren’t dry and chunky. fortunately, your prayers were heard and the paint squeezed out the bottles with ease.

“what’s that for?” san asked pointing to the paint bottle in your hand as he crouched down, “i thought you weren’t done with the sketch?”

“i’m not.” you handed the palette to him, “this is for you.”

“but where am i supposed to paint?” he asked you as he dipped a finger into one of the blobs of paint.

“good question.” you replied back, motioning for him to sit. you didn’t have any spare canvases to use since you were already on a tight budget plus regular printer paper would just bleed through. you thought carefully about what other surfaces san could use to paint. a white board could work or maybe a-

“what the hell-” you shouted as you felt something touch your knee. you looked down to see san slowly removing his finger from your body, a glob of blue paint still stuck on his finger where a half drawn smiley face was left on your knee.

“i’m sorry.” san replied quickly as he removed his finger and went to go wipe it off.

“wait.” you pushed his hand away from your leg. if you didn’t have any surfaces for him to paint on, then why don’t you become one? the paint was washable since it was made to be on skin plus you aren’t wasting any more art supplies.

bingo

“you can keep painting-”

“on your legs?” san interrupted, giving you an odd look.

“yeah, they’re fingerpaints it’s okay.” you smiled at him before picking up your sketchbook again.

the pink haired boy shrugged his shoulders and picked up the palette of paint before returning your body. the first thing he did was finish his smiley face on your knee. then he started to dragging his finger around your calf after quietly asking you for to raise your legs, which created a long green line that wrapped around the bottom part of your leg. next, san used his middle finger to dip it into a pretty red color to make a flower right on top of the green line and then he dipped his pinky into some yellow to create the middle of the flower. after alternating between colors and fingers, san had managed to create a pretty vine that had a different colored flower every few inches. he also threw in a few small bees around the plant.

before continuing to paint the other leg, san had stolen a glance at you. he felt a smile form on his face as he watched your hands glide against the paper smoothly and skillfully with your bottom lip tucked underneath the top one. sunlight falling on you, making your skin glow. san could feel his heartbeat quicken, the longer he stared. he never imagined being able to date someone as lovely and amazing as you. someone who was able to love him but also be his best friend. someone who he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

you could feel your boyfriend’s gaze on you which slowly made you look up from your sketchbook, “what?” is there something on my face?”

“huh? oh no.” san answered as he watched you perked your head up, making eye contact with him. he could feel his heartbeat even faster when your face broke into smile. fuck. he really was in love.

“what is it?” you asked, a laugh escaping your mouth as you looked at your flustered boyfriend.

“nothing, i just love you.” he replied, gaining some composure.

now it was your turn to get flustered. you could feel heat rush to your cheeks for the twentieth time today. damn, the things this boy did to you. dating san was full of surprises, cute cuddly moments turning into heated ones. but the biggest one to you was the thought of spending your futures together. he was your only partner that your mind really brought up about spending the rest of your life with someone you love so much. now it was a clearer answer.

yes, you would spend the rest of you life with choi san. your best friend, boyfriend, and muse. the person who would have your back for life, no matter what.

“do i not get a ‘i love you’ back?” san pouted with his fingers still covered in paint.

“yeah.” you teased him, an annoying smile plastered on your face as you dipped a finger into the paint. it was quite obvious that you loved the pink haired boy back but you wanted to mess with him after he wouldn’t sit still.

“whyyy? that’s not-”

you cut him off by poking his cheek with the finger covered in a bright blue.

“hey!” he shouted at you before reaching to grab a leg but you got up so quickly and sprinted away from his touch. “come back here! i want my ‘i love you’ !”

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