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epiicaricacy-arts · 4 months

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oh we’re still so young, desperate for attention

this was super experimental so i will talk about my process (+ clearer version) under the cut

i’ve been looking at a lot of “messier” or more textured painting styles recently and an artist that stuck out to me is clariondeluna ! they posted a self-portrait recently that i really liked and i was super interested in the brushwork seen in their work. i love all the textures and how the shapes feel so loose yet everything is so detailed.

that’s not a method for me at all!!!! i cannot paint like that at all and the stuff i like to paint is very different to theirs. which is okay!!!! i had no intention to copy this artists style so closely like with what i tried to do in my raiden painting, i just wanted to try this style out :^)

it’s been a goal of mine to avoid over-rendering like i tend to do a lot, and i think i’ve been doing good with that recently! the mindset i’ve got going on right now is that if i find myself staring at it too hard for too long, i have to leave it and move on. if there’s still something wrong with it, i can fix it later once ive got a fresh view!

i’ve been trying a lot of things with my art this year. i always try to challenge myself with each piece, and to end the year off i wanted to be as uncomfortable as i possibly could be with this painting. i let myself draw whatever i wanted because i still wanted to enjoy it, but everything i did in this process was new, including parts of the subject matter.

i’ve never drawn a head at an angle like this, and i struggle with drawing mouths open. i don’t do bold lighting like this, and if i do, it’s not fire. i’ve never drawn fire! i also rarely work with warm colours and i hate using green, so i combined those to be my colour palette. i like working cleanly so instead of having a dozen different layers for one section, each section only had 1-2 layers for rendering. instead of clipping masks i would simply paint over things loosely and clean it up later. i never like having limbs cut off in a drawing so i had his other arm go GOD knows where. i don’t like weird patterned backgrounds so i made myself figure out how to like it!

IS THIS MY FAVOURITE PIECE OF ALL TIME. no. absolutely not. but i’m very proud of how this came out with all the challenges i put on myself. i WANTED to get better at these things and be more broad with my art, both in terms of the styles and subjects i portray.

okay let’s talk about wtf this drawing is

for those who don’t know, the design in this painting is my fatui/“Father” lyney fan design (read the design post here). the concept isnt super complicated and i don’t really have much explanation for it, but i wanted to combine the story of how lyney wanted a delusion before getting his vision, fire eating circus acts and how olympic medalists will bite their medal to prove it’s real??? don’t quote me on that i’m like 75% sure that’s a thing that happens. i don’t watch sports though so im just believing someone i heard on the internet ages ago.

anyways. i think fire eating acts are cool. and i think the fact that lyney wanted a delusion is very interesting to me. scratches my brain in the right places. and yk as a magician lyneys character revolves a lot around fooling people and creating illusions so i guess what im saying here is that lyney is trying to prove to himself that this power he’s been bestowed is real. bc his whole life his only constant has been lynette so he is trying to see if he can trust this new power. cause i guess this is an alternate universe where lyney does eventually become “Father” but he never got his vision ??? idk im not making lore for this i just wanted to dress up this funny little guy.

ok i’m done

thanks for reading

here’s my dog

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hobiebrownismygod · 5 months

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Such a Lovely Face Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader

~1.5k words

Synopsis: After a bad day, you find yourself sitting on a rooftop to calm down, and end up encountering Hobie Brown. The two of you have a nice conversation.

TW: Mention of police brutality, explosions, slight implication of the reader having depression/being depressed

A/N: I tried something new with the lyrics being a part of the story, so if it doesn't really work I'm sorry 😭. I'm really trying to accustom myself to new writing styles cuz I'm still fairly new to fanfictions, so lmk if it doesn't make sense or could be better!

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On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair

You were sitting atop one of the many rooftops in Camden, London, quietly humming one of your favorite songs to yourself as you looked out into the distance. The cool breeze was refreshing compared to the stuffy atmosphere of your tiny apartment downstairs, and you decided you'd stay up here on the rooftop for as long as you could, until of course you were caught by the police for breaking the curfew. It had happened before.

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night

You hugged your knees to your chest and rested your chin atop them, breathing in the night air softly, the moonlight shining onto your face as you looked up at the stars. But you could barely see them, the entire sky covered in a thick layer of fog, gases emitted from the thousands of horrific factories littering the streets of London, courtesy of the one and only President Osborne, a hopeless tyrant with nothing better to do than pollute.

There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell

"What're you lookin' at lassie?"

You swiveled your head around, heart beating out of your chest as you stumbled back, nearly falling off the rooftop, searching for where that voice had come from. "Hey, don't worry. I'm not a cop" A man appeared from the shadows with a wink, wearing a bright red and blue costume, completed with a leather jacket and skinny jeans on top. The one and only Spider-punk.

"Whatcha doin' up 'ere all my y'self at this time of nigh'?" He asked, plopping down next to you, mask lit up by the light coming from the night sky. "O-oh just hanging out" you stammered, a bit taken aback by his cool, playful nature. You weren't expecting to meet the vigilante at this time, and you definitely weren't expecting him to take a seat next to you.

And I was thinking to myself This could be heaven or this could be hell

"I heard you singing somethin'." He leaned in toward you slightly, head tilted sideways as he looked down at you. "What song was 't?" You fidgeted with your fingers, sitting in a criss-cross position and keeping your gaze on the distance in front of the two of you. "Hotel California" you said quietly, a smile appearing on your face as the lyrics crossed your mind. "Its a nice song". He nodded, looking out at the distance like you were. "Tha' it is."

Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way

"You didn't answer m'question though" He said, looking back at you. "What're you doing up at this time of night all by y'self?"

"I was just thinking."

"Thinking 'bout what?"

"Everything."

There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say

He blinked. "You gonna keep acting like a priss or are ya gonna tell me?" You shot him a scowl. "There's just a lot going on in my life right now, okay? Besides, I'm sure you don't want to hear about it. There's probably plenty people out there that you need to save" you said somberly, biting the inside of your cheek as you looked away again.

"Look 'ere peng," He said, snapping his fingers at you. "I'm London's friendly neighborhood Spider-man. I'm not just here to save people. Whatever you 'ave to say, I'm here to listen too."

Welcome to the Hotel California

"Really? So I can ask you anything?"

"Anything."

A moment of silence followed, a moment you took to think about what your question should be. And then it hit you.

"Why do you do what you do?"

He looked a bit taken aback by this question, the white eyes of his mask widening slightly. "Jumping right into it, are we?" He asked with a soft chuckle, looking down over the rooftop. His fingers fidgeted, picking at a rip in his jeans as he thought up what his answer would be. He hadn't been expecting you to ask a question that would require such a complicated answer.

"You did say I could ask you anything..." Your voice was slightly cocky, enjoying how tongue-tied he seemed trying to give a response. The question may have seemed innocent, but you were genuinely curious.

Your life wasn't terrible. You came from a fairly well-off family, you attended a good college, you lived in a clean neighborhood in a nice apartment. But you were so sad all the time. There was no reason for it, it was just as if you didn't understand the point of anything you did. Like nothing mattered. Like you didn't matter.

How was this man supporting the weight of the world on his shoulders without voicing a single complaint? How could a person be so strong? Why was he so strong?

"I do this-this Spider-man gig-" He gestured as his suit, "-because if I don't, nobody else will."

He looked back over at you and noticed your head slightly tilted as if you were waiting for a longer response. "Thats it. Tha's my reason."

"Oh?"

He stammered for a moment, gears in his head turning as he tried to explain what he was trying to say. "Look, I'm the only Spider-man in this city, right? If I'm gone, what'll happen to the people I'm s'posed to protect?" He pointed out towards the distant lights of the inner city, "The people in the slums, the punks and protestors of London, I'm their voice." He sighed softly, looking up at the stars, the light making the eyes of his mask shine brightly, an almost ethereal glow emanating. "I have to do this. I have to fight for these people. I'm their only hope."

Such a lovely place Such a lovely face

"I see." You said quietly, a slight smile spreading across your face. He wasn't as perfect as he seemed. The poor guy seemed pretty stressed from the look of it. All that pressure..., "I was expecting you to say it was for the freedom. Or the fame." You added in a slightly teasing tone, nudging his shoulder gently to snap him out of his somber trance.

He jumped slightly at the touch before a grin returned to his face. "What fame? Half the city hates me and the other half think I'm a saint." He shook his head. "I'm neither."

"You're not a saint?"

"I'm not a hero."

You were a bit taken aback by this declaration. "What are you talking about? If anyone's a hero it's you." you said, raising an eyebrow at him. He chuckled softly, looking at you, the white of his mask boring into you. "Guess you're part of the second half then."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Mate, you're the sole reason London's not up in flames at this moment. That seems pretty heroic to me."

"I've been the reason for a lot of other things going up in flames, though" he countered teasingly, leaning in towards you slightly, that playful tone returning to his voice.

"Yeah but that's all Osborne's crap. Nobody's complaining about it."

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

"Hah. Damn right."

Another moment of silence followed, the quiet tension almost deafening. "Not as perfect as you seem, hmm pretty boy?"

"You think I'm pretty?" He gave you a sly wink. "You haven't even seen my face. But you're probably right about the perfect part." You smacked his arm playfully, laughing as you did so.

You hadn't expected your spirits to have been lifted so easily, but he just had that effect. A can-do attitude and a cocky tone could do wonders for a bad day. "So? Did your friendly neighborhood Spider-man save yet another boring night?" He asked smugly, tilting his head and putting his hands behind him to support him as he leaned back. "Honestly? Yeah. Thanks." You said, offering him as fist bump. He took it, gently bumping his suited fist against yours and making a pop noise with his mouth as he pulled it away.

Suddenly, you heard an explosion from the distance, probably the result of yet another instance of police brutality, Osborne's pigs being well-known for their trigger-happy fingers and exclusively deadly weaponry. There wasn't a day gone by where something didn't get blown up or a group of people wasn't killed. But that was just life in London. "I suppose that's my cue to leave" Spider-punk said, hopping up and stretching out his arms, cracking his neck to the side. "It was nice meeting you, Ms...?"

"Y/N"

"Y/N." he repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. "Lovely name for a lovely face."

You shook your head at him. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" You asked, suppressing a laugh. "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you around, darling." And he was off.

Anytime of year You can find it here

"See you." you whispered as you watched him swing away, his guitar slung over his shoulder, just barely holding on. You smiled to yourself before you got up, ready to go back inside. You were feeling much better now.

You knew that next time you were feeling down, you'd be sure to call him over. After all, what's the point of having a friendly neighborhood Spider-man if you can't make use of him?

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Taglist: @s6onder @therealloopylupin2099 @spiderrinn @l0starl @daydreaming-en-pointe

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cosmicstarlatte · 1 year

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Manhandling Them (Obey Me!)

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Look at you manhandling your favorite demon. Nice.

»Characters: Demon Bros

»Tags: Shitpost, Mildly Suggestive, Jealousy, Dom vibes I guess lol , GN Reader/MC

»Notes: I had my OC in mind for this since he's a big guy but this could work for anyone, bc hc in a hc, you're super strong in this world OKAY!?!?♡

Lucifer:

This old man never takes a fucking break. You find him working late into the night, fighting the sleep he very much needs. You tell him to go rest and continue the work tomorrow. He refuses of course because why would he ever take an order from you? "Oh? Nope! You're done for tonight. Up we go!" You say as you pull him out from his office chair and toss him over your shoulder.

What...what is happening?

[Fighting Status: Engaged]

Shifts into demon form and starts flailing around, yet it does nothing to you

"Put me down this instant!"

You just pat his wings down soothingly trying to calm him down

"Dont ruffle your feathers Luci, this is for your own good. Also if you continue like that, your brothers will come investigate."

He stopped flailing and looked torn: continue to fight or be seen in such a position? There's also the third option, your death

While he was thinking you continued to pat his wings and heard a small purr

winner winner chicken dinnerrrr what have we here!?

"Aw see I knew you'd like it! Alright off to bed!" You say carrying him to his room

"...Maybe I am a little tired...and this might not be the worst thing in the world." He said, absolutely defeated

Since then, it doesn't happen often, but he will let you carry him to bed if he's absolutely drained and no one else is around to see

[Taming the beast: Achieved]

Mammon:

"Mammon we need to go now or we will be late for dinner!" You yelled at him as he continued to bargain with the shopkeeper. He yelled back saying it would only be another minute...taking another 5 minutes. Enough is enough. You grab him and carry him out, bridal style.

One second he's talking to the shopkeeper, the next he's being lifted into the air

"AH! HEY!"

Shifts into demon form and notices it's you and not some stranger

Shifts back into his human form

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"W-what is this!? P-put me down!" He said as he wrapped his arms tighter around your neck

"Mm, maybe if you kiss me on the cheek?"

"ARE YOU CRAZY!? THE GREAT MAMMON OBEYS NO ONE!"

He continued to complain but did absolutely nothing to try to get out of your arms

He let out an annoyed huff when you guys got home...you were sure it was because he didn't want to come down

Now, he occasionally takes long at places so you could carry him...it's obvious when he keeps looking back to check if you'll get him

You caught on of course, but hey, he's your little tsundere demon

Levi:

"I'm not going to RAD today!" He yelled from his room. The hell he is, you kicked his door down and he screamed. You roughly pulled him from his tub and tossed him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, heading towards his closet.

"WWWWHAAAAAATISGOINGONNNN!?"

[Levi demon thrasher mode activated]

He was so confused and turned on by the sudden morning events

"Hey, hey! LEVI, stop it!"

He complied immediately and stopped struggling, you pat him gently while he still tried to understand what made you come in there so rough today

"That's a good demon!"

His tail swished around excitedly at your praise...this morning was something he never expected in his wildest dreams

Subby boy is subby™️

"Oh you like this a lot don't you? I guess I'll come get you more often."

"W-will this be an everyday thing!?" say yes say yes say yes say-

After that day, he still hesitated to ask for piggyback rides or anything else but you know the look and happily scoop him up every time

Please toss him around more, he loves it

Especially when you're rough

Satan:

Lucifer and Satan fighting was nothing new, but you just didn't have the energy to hear them today. So what better way than to just take one of them from the other? "Come here kitty!" You say, wrapping your arms around Satan and pulling him up against your body, carrying him to the manor library.

He shifted into demon form in an instant

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!? LET ME DOWN!"

He wasn't sure how your grip was so strong as he continued to try to pull away from you

And he also didn't understand why it felt so good to be carried by you

You patted him and told him to let the anger go and just enjoy the rest of the night with you

He stopped struggling but felt conflicted by what he was feeling especially since Lucifer looked so pleased when you two left

But this does feel good...and you chose him to hang out with

"Tch."

"Fine I'll put you down and-"

"No. You brought this upon yourself. Now continue to the library." He held on tighter

You smirked and he opened his mouth to argue but huffed instead

He was...actually impressed by your boldness and wouldn't mind being manhandled like that again

Just not when he's fighting with Lucifer please

Asmo:

Everyday his fans crowded him and 80% of the time, it was okay with you. Today though you just really wanted to go home quickly with him but his fans intercepted. Yeah no, you just weren't having it today. "Sorry guys we have to go home now." You say and tug on Asmo's hand. "Mm I don't know, it shouldn't take too long-" he starts. You raise an eyebrow at Asmo and end up tossing the Avatar of Lust over your shoulder, jogging away from the gawking crowd.

What just happened?

He squeals excitedly

"Oh I like this!♡"

He was surprised by your sudden action as you've never carried him before

Especially something so...possessive? In front of other RAD students!?

He was gushing

"Should I expect this more often!?"

"Yeah, probably. I should've done this a while ago." You admitted

Devildom Pictures Presents: Asmo, the Avatar of Blushing

He made himself comfortable and chatted with you while on the way home

The two of you ignored the looks of others but photos were definitely taken and posted to gossip sites

After that day he loved asking for piggyback rides and being carried around, he let you know how much he loved it every time

Beel:

Lucifer entrusted you to guard the fridge from Beel and so you did. "Sorry, Beel!" You tell the gluttonous beast. "Eh? I'm hungry now...I just want a little food..." He tried to walk around you to reach the fridge and that's when you scoop him up flawlessly, bridal style. You carried him away from the kitchen.

???

He did not foresee this ever happening

He could only blankly stare at you as you carried him further and further away from the kitchen

He actually really liked it but was worried about his weight

"You should put me down. You might get hurt."

"Did you not see how easily I scooped you up? This is nothing."

Beel smiled and went with it, completely forgetting about the fridge

"Can we do this more often?"

"Was already planning on it big guy!"

His heart flipped! After all, no one, even in the celestial realm, ever held him like this

And the fact that it was you, made it a million times better

The two of you settled on the couch while he stayed in your lap and cuddled with you until dinner time

(1) New Text from Lucifer : You did well. I'm counting on you for next time.

Belphie:

"You can't make me move!" Belphie muttered half asleep. He had a habit of falling asleep in weird places around the house and for some reason he chose the front of your bedroom door. You nudged him with your foot and he went back to snoozing on his cow print pillow. Okay, bet. You leaned over him and swiftly picked him up, wrapping his legs around your waist and holding him securely. You finally entered your room.

???

"You're not Beel!?" He said bewildered (and slightly embarrassed) by the sudden realization

"No I'm not and you were blocking my door."

"This feels nice from you. I could get use to this." He murmured happily at the sudden closeness

You roughly toss him onto your bed and he complained about demon abuse and rights

"Ugh! More gently next time!?"

He was still impressed by your use of force, you always surprised him which is why you're his favorite human

Was happy you decided to take a quick nap with him but upset you kicked him out after

"Hmph. You haven't seen the last of me!"

And it was true, he made it more of a habit to sleep in front of your door so you'd carry him inside, sometimes he got you to cuddle with him

He freely asks for piggyback rides if he's particularly drained

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#om! mc enzo content #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me shitpost #obey me humor #obey me reader #shitpostcifer #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

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sunflowervoltwentyeight · 1 month

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Happy 28th! Here is my March 2024 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Sunshine, Baby! by staybeautiful / @harruandlou (106k)

Louis was the first one down the row for their group. If he hadn’t been they would have never met.

He was turned around, walking backwards and saying to Liam, “No, I’ll get you to a real footie match next,” when he bumped into someone.

“Oops,” Louis laughed, tripping over his own feet. A hand curled around his upper arm as he nearly fell over the seat in front of him. “Sorry about that, mate.”

He turned around, still teetering in his vans, to apologize again, but the words dried in his throat. Another hand gripped his other elbow, steadying him, but all Louis could see were green eyes and dimples.

“Hi,” the man laughed, a bright, bubbling sound. “Are you okay?”

Or Louis is in his first year of law school, Harry is a junior on the swim team dreaming of the Olympics, and they both agree that they don't have time for anything more than friends with benefits... right?

Follow Your Arrow by Anonymous (78k)

Harry was the golden child, blessed in every way; Niall was the charming miscreant, a bad boy; Liam was the future-son-in-law parents of daughters dreamt of, and Zayn was the kid parents wished was their son. But Louis, Harry thought, Louis was the special one.

It's senior year and everything is about to change.

Where We Landed by blueskiesrry / @blueskiesrry (70k)

The leaves were green the last time Harry stepped foot in Holmes Chapel, a stark contrast to the candy apple, butterscotch painting them now, years later. Harry first notices them on the train, gazing out the window with a downturned mouth. A warm something floods his stomach–memories, Harry imagines, of him as a boy, longing for the days when he’d live elsewhere and have to take this very train home for the holidays. He wonders how it’s possible to have once felt eager and euphoric at the sight of changing leaves yet now to feel nothing but tired. He sighs softly, turning away from the trees to look at his daughter, half-curled in his lap, asleep.

or: harry returns to his hometown with his sick daughter and more reminders than he bargained for of the boy he once loved when he left a handful of years ago

You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home by styleandsin / @styleandsin (43k)

Now, as he’s standing in the doorway, he’s trying not to get choked up. He hadn’t realized how much he missed this: the smell of his mother’s baking, the sounds of each of his family members, the sight of some of his old toys scattered about the foyer where his littlest siblings had presumably left them. All these things scream home, and he hadn’t felt at home since he left this house eight years ago.

Louis needs a break from everything, from acting and the constant pressure of life in LA. He decides to move back home for a bit, some time with his family is exactly what can lift his spirits. What he doesn't expect is to fall in love. Both with the town he hated so much so that he couldn't wait to leave it years ago and with a curly haired florist that was the complete opposite of the guys he'd often meet in LA.

Something About Liminal Spaces by kingsofeverything / @kingsofeverything (34k)

Searching for inspiration for his latest book, and hoping distance will help heal his broken heart, Louis Tomlinson heads to the village of Piha on the west coast of New Zealand’s north island.

There he meets Harry Styles.

Fifteen years older than Harry, Louis tries to keep his distance, but Harry is impossible to avoid and harder to ignore.

At Risk, I Fold by clare328 / @bearmustard (15k)

2015 is a stream of hotel rooms and whisky on the rocks, tired glances and touching hands under tables. It’s the bears and the bees under a rainbow sky, and Harry and Louis have to figure out how to grow up together, instead of apart.

Wedding Bells Will Never Ring For Me by lousmoonshine / @lousmoonshine (14k)

After a failed proposal a few years back, Louis gets an unexpected invitation to his ex - Harry’s – wedding

Some Kind of Night Into Your Darkness (Colors Your Eyes With What's Not There) by larryismylifesource (5k)

Harry’s body buzzes with heat, like a current underneath his skin, because it’s been too long and his husband is right here and for once they have no obligations other than each other and he just wants.

“Lou.”

And Louis must sense it, the way the atmosphere shifts against him, the way Harry’s eyes get all big and dark with need, because he meets Harry’s gaze and then yanks him down for another kiss.

or, the boys get a day off in the middle of tour and harry and louis use it to their advantage

#28th appreciation #larry fic rec #march fic rec #monthly fic rec #fic rec #hlcreators #read

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pumpkinologists · 9 months

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Haircut

Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Summary: You help Spencer pick out his new haircut

Warnings: None

Enjoy!

"Should I get a haircut?" It was the first thing said to you when Spencer walked in the door. "I'm really thinking I should go shorter. Also, strands are always falling in my face when I'm trying to work; it's honestly annoying." Before he could get another sentence out, you cut him off. "Spence, slow down." You watched as his hands fell, and a shy smile appeared on his face. "Sorry."

Your face was screwed up in thought, taking in what he had said. "What kind of style?" you asked, trying to picture Spencer with anything other than the longer hair he currently had. "Hmm," his eyes moved pensively to the side, "Would you help me decide? I'm really not that fantastic at styles," he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck as blush spread across his cheeks.

With a smile on your face, you nodded, "I can help." At that point, he quickly set down his shoulder bag and started to dig through it for something. Finally, he pulled out a magazine and said, "I got this from the store. It's a catalog of different hairstyles that suit different face shapes, eye shapes, and body shapes, and yeah," he held it up by his eager-looking face.

Nodding, you gestured your hand to the couch, saying, "This might take a little while; let's go sit." He nodded and followed you to the couch, sitting down beside you. "Okay, so," he started right away, leaving no time to spare, "I was skimming through it and it said something about face shape being the main deciding factor." He paused and squinted at the page he had flipped too. "I'm really not sure which I am though." He pouted his lips in thought, jutting out his bottom lip and puffing his cheeks slightly.

"Let me help," you grinned as he looked at you like you were a genius. He handed you the magazine and pointed to where the demonstration of face shapes was. You thought for a second, looking at the models and labels, then looking back at Spencer's face, comparing them. None of them quite looked correct until you got to one that looked similar: "Diamond? Maybe?" You held the page up to his face and leaned forward, trying to get a closer look.

You shook your head, "That's not right." Tapping your chin in thought, you brought the magazine back down onto your lap and inspected it again. It still wasn't right. Just as your eyes skimmed over the page one more time, about ready to give up, you saw one that was perfect: "Square!" Your eyes went wide with joy. "Jeez, how could I have missed that? It's almost identical." You muttered with a small frown.

Spencer nodded as he looked at the model that was labeled 'square'. He nodded his head in approval, saying, "I was stuck in between square and diamond myself, and now that you mention it, it is pretty similar to my face."

Still grinning, you adjusted yourself, leaning in to look at the pages Spencer was flipping through. "So, these are the haircuts that are supposed to suit my face shape, then," he murmured. You moved over closer to him, touching your thigh to his. "Here." You patted the space where both of your thighs met. Without looking up, he gave you the other end of the magazine to hold while it rested between you both.

Slouching down to the page, you saw a hairstyle that caught your eye. "What about this one?" A hum of thought came from Spencer; he shook his head and said, "It’s too short; I still want some length." You nodded at his request and flipped the page once you were sure that he was done looking. Come to find out most hairstyles suit Spencer’s face shape, so it was rather difficult to choose.

A sigh left your lips after Spencer said no to yet another hairstyle you suggested. "You’re picky." You frowned. "I’m just not so sure what I want," he said, sounding a little annoyed. You shrugged, rolling your eyes. You had nowhere to be, and it wasn’t like you weren’t going to spend all night with him anyway. Rubbing your temples, you tried to sound as reassuring as possible: "I’ve got all night, Spence; take your time."

You both sat there for another solid ten minutes. Somewhere in that time period, you opted to lay back against the couch, your legs splayed across Spencer’s lap. He just kept flipping back and forth through the same pages. "Are you comparing?" you yawned. He bobbed his head lightly. "Let me see," you asked, reaching for the magazine. He took one last look before giving it to you. "Numbers twenty-one and seven," he said, answering the question you didn’t even ask.

Spencer’s eyes watched your reactions carefully. He tapped your shins rhythmically, squinting at your expression. You looked between the models and Spencer and then back again. Hmm," he was right; it was a hard decision. It was between a shaggy style that looks like a member of One Direction would sport and a smart-looking style that was longer at the top and back, with hair slicked back at the sides.

"Seven," you decided on the one direction looking one, liking the length. You handed the catalog back to Spencer, who was now nodding his head in agreement: "Sevens good." You smiled triumphantly and sat up. "That took longer than I thought," you stretched, yawning once again. He agreed, setting the magazine on the coffee table with a light smack.

You slouched over, sitting at the edge of the couch. "I don’t know about you, but that drained me." It was your way of saying, Let’s go to bed, and Spencer agreed. He stood up from the couch and stretched his arms above his head with a small groan. "I’ll go tomorrow; I have the day off." You smiled sleepily. "Send me a picture when it’s done."

In the comfortable silence that followed, there seemed to be a mutual agreement. Spencer held his hand out to help you up from the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he gently gripped your waist. Making eye contact, you smiled at each other softly. "I’m sure your gorgeous head would look good with any haircut, but," you gave his lips a quick peck, "Right now I’m tired of thinking of hair, so let’s go to bed."

#fluff #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds

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fortheloveofbuddie · 4 months

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Hi, as someone who discovered her first grey hair a couple months ago and had a crisis about it, I'm interested in Eddie discovering his first grey hair pretty please

Hi there!

Omg I did this a while ago and it was going to be a one shot (probably still can be as it’s not finished)

Here is a snippet of it 💕

Once they finished, Eddie went into the bathroom again to style his hair and he combed it through before running his fingers through it too. He then began to style with it with a little bit of gel and as he turned his head, he had to do a double take.

That better not be what I think it is.

He tried to brush it away with his fingertips, thinking, no, hoping that it was just conditioner that hadn’t been washed out properly. When nothing happened, he placed his hands on the sides of the sink as a sign of defeat. It was barely visible, not one, not two, not three, but four grey strands mixed in with the dark brown.

Has no one else seen them? No, if they had, they would’ve said something. They wouldn’t have left it alone.

Yet he couldn’t help but to wonder.

“Chris? Will you come in here for a second?” He called out, stopped dead in his tracks. No, it wasn’t a big deal. It’s just hair and he knew that for some people even getting to have grey hair is a privilege. That didn’t mean that it didn’t take him by surprise.

“Yeah, dad?” Chris questioned as he soon stood in the doorway.

“You see these too, right?” Eddie pointed to the side of his head where he had discovered the four, small grey strands of hair.

“You have grey hair” His son laughed and put his hand on top of his. Eddie couldn’t help but to laugh a little himself too and eventually pulled his head away from Chris’ touch.

“Not a word to anyone about this. Not even Buck, okay?” Eddie said pointedly at Christopher who just agreed with a big smile on his face.

Buck is going to know within seconds the next time I see him.

The entire evening that he spent at his Tia Pepa’s house, he kept touching the side of his head and smiling awkwardly every time that he got caught doing it. It felt ridiculous but so did getting grey hairs at 35. His dad didn’t even start to get grey hairs before he was in his early 50s and he knew that their life and stress levels couldn’t exactly compare but it still made him feel self aware. It was only a few strands now but he also knew that they would only keep on coming.

When they came back home, they sat on the couch and watched a movie until Christopher fell asleep with his head in Eddie’s lap. In the middle of the night, Eddie woke up with Christopher still sleeping on him and he ended up carrying him to bed before heading off to sleep too. But he was sat on the edge of the bed and he took out his phone, brought it to the side of his head and took a picture of his grey hair strands. He didn’t know why. Maybe to document it, maybe to prove to himself that he wasn’t actually hallucinating or maybe to find some acceptance in it.

He spent the following day at home with Chris and when Carla came to pick him up Monday morning, he realized that it had already been two full days since he noticed something new about himself.

“Dad has grey hair!” Was the first thing out of Christopher’s mouth as he opened the door for Carla.

“Your dad has what now?” She said, a smile lightening up on her face.

And there we have it.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing” Eddie shot Christopher a look but it wasn’t anger. It was a mix of embarrassment and a slight bit of annoyance.

“I’m pretty sure I heard your son say that you have grey hair” Carla stated as she went to the kitchen counter to pick up some of Christopher’s things as he put on his shoes.

“I mean… yes. I do. It’s just a few strands. Really, it’s not a big deal” Eddie said, trying to sound convincing.

“Whatever you say, honey” Carla smiled at Eddie and put on her hand on Christopher’s shoulder as they were heading out of the door.

This one also goes out to @wikiangela 💋

Ask me about my wips 💗

Using this as my WIP Wednesday 🫢

This is really a raw draft that I did a while ago but the idea just came alive then

Tagged by the amazing @daffi-990 💋

Tagging!! @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @jesuisici33 @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @watchyourbuck @giddyupbuck @wildlife4life @butraura @honestlydarkprincess @fionaswhvre @disasterbuckdiaz 🫶🏻

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 on abc #oliver stark #ryan guzman #evan buck buckley #buddie wip

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sugarnspice630 · 10 months

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Paradise - Hongjoong

"This right here... This is my idea of paradise."

•pairing: hongjoong x reader

•word count: 2.9k

•tags: suggestive, lots of kissing, intense make out session, poetic hongjoong

Summary: Hongjoong and you are sharing your love for each other when suddenly the make out session gets a little too overwhelming and Hongjoong has a slight breakdown.

A/N: Hiii, this is my first ever post on Tumblr and my first, proper fanfiction. Please let me know what you think! I tried proofreading this the best I could, but if you see any errors, feel free to tell me. Happy reading!

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"Hongjoong?" You ask politely. He looks at you with a soft smile on his face.

"Hmm? Did you...need something from that soft, dorky dad of yours?" he chuckles softly after his sentence.

"D-did you just indirectly call yourself Daddy?" You were stunned. He’s never once asked you to call him that, nor has he called himself that.

"It may have slipped out." He blushed softly, seemingly flustered by the realization of what he’d said.

"Didn’t know you liked that nickname~." you teased, hoping to get a response out of him.

"Oh, please. My love for you is so vast and incomprehensible that it sometimes defies language. If you wish to call me Daddy, then it is my highest honor to bear that name."

"I’ll only call you that when we’re in bed together~." You wink quickly at him. He turns a deep shade of red, and you can tell that his heart stopped for a moment.

"Well…if you’re okay with it, I suppose I can go along with that."

"As long as you’re okay with me being a submissive brat sometimes~."

"Hmm... that does sound interesting. I suppose it could always be fun to try something new."

"You think you can tame me, Joongie?"

"I’m very confident in my ability to tame you, hun. And you best believe I’m gonna do it in style," he smirks at you and looks deep into your eyes. "You should know better than to underestimate me." He pauses for just a moment creating some tension. "But, don’t get me wrong... I’m very much looking forward to the challenge~"

"Then do it right here, right now."

"As you wish, Hun." He smirks and leans closer; his voice is soft and still. "You can’t deny that you want this, can you? The thought of being tamed by me—having me hold that leash, keeping you all to myself, taking you to a new world you never thought you could see." His fingers trail against your neckline, and his eyes glow with passion. You softly blush but want to stand your ground on the deal.

"I’ll have to see just how good you are first." He did not like your answer; his eyes narrowed, and he got closer to you.

"I am the best. So of course you’ll eventually find that out for yourself." He smiles, pulling his lips up into a crooked smile. "But, if you’re still in denial, I’ll prove my expertise. I’ll tame you until you can’t resist me, until you’re in total submission. You’ll see~."

"Do it now if you’re so confident in your skills." you say, playfully raising your eyebrows.

"Very well."

He leans in so that your foreheads are almost touching. His eyes are ablaze with passion, and his voice softens again as he stares at your mouth and lips. Suddenly, an animalistic hunger wells from deep within him, and he wants to kiss you. With both your hearts beating wildly in your chests, Hongjoong brings his hands up to frame and cup your face, pulling you closer as his mouth, his breath feeling hot and heavy, flutters against your lips and hovers just slightly out of reach.

"What’s taking so long~?" you playfully ask.

He leans in closer, closer, and closer. His face now just inches away from yours, eyes blazing with love. You’re his whole world; he’s staring into the eyes of the one person he loves, looking into your beautiful eyes, and suddenly the urge to kiss you becomes too strong to resist. He loses himself in your allure. His lips softly meet yours, and he pulls you even closer as you kiss passionately. You smile into the kiss and wrap one leg around his waist to support yourself. Hongjoong melts into you, kissing deeply and passionately for what seems like an eternity. His mind goes blank in a fog of love as he drowns in the feelings you invoke in him. He loses himself in the rapture of your heart and soul, the intense joy of this all-encompassing kiss that takes him all too quickly into a world of boundless joy. The taste of your lips driving him wild, makes him want more.

"I don’t think I ever want to let you go."

"Take as much of me as you want~."

He continues kissing you, his heart pounding wildly as he pulls you even closer. He leans on you for support and runs his hand through your hair, feeling your breath on his lips. Your eyes flutter, but you keep them open to stare at him with all this passion that seems to blaze on and on. Eternal and enchanting. He is lost in this kiss, drowning in your love, as all the world disappears. You carefully slip your tongue into the kiss. You feel his whole body erupt into heat and tingling sensations. This feels as though you are soulmates destined to be together—two halves of a whole, two parts of the same person in love.

Your heart races. You want this kiss to go on and on, never ending, because you want to be lost in this forever. You never want him to stop kissing you. You softly moan into the kiss before pulling away.

"Captain, your lips feel so great on mine~." He looks at you, eyes half-lidded and his face flushed with passion.

"Yours do too," he replies softly, and you notice his lips quivering with need. "I want more..." Looking at you with puppy-dog eyes and the softness in his voice, you couldn’t help but want to help him too.

"Take me then~"

His lips meet yours again, and this time he takes control of the kiss. He dominates you with his lips, letting his passion flow into it, filling you with the same warmth and love he feels for you. You close your eyes and breathe deeply through your nose. His touch is intoxicating, and you can’t get enough of it. He pulls you in closer as this kiss deepens. Pressing right up against you, it’s almost like he is trying to become a part of you. Pushing into you so hard, hoping that he’ll faze right into you. No longer distinguishing where you end and he begins. His hands move down to your waist as he holds onto you.

"Yes… this feels right." Hongjoong softly says, just below a whisper. Your heart flutters wildly as he kisses you, and your mind is in a haze of desire and need. You softly grip his shirt, trying to touch as much of him as possible. He feels you clutching at him, and he smiles into your kiss. Your touch makes him feel whole. Every part of him yearns for you. Hongjoong wants to touch you, to love more of you, and he does. He moves his hands to your back and begins to run his fingers up and down, stroking gently and with such passion that you can feel the warmth of his love.

"My whole being is for you and you alone…" he softly whispers in your ear. You get goosebumps down your spine from him gingerly trailing his fingers along your back.

"Mmm~ Hongjoong~"

His fingers move across your sensitive skin, and the pleasure you feel is like an addiction. You want more. Your body craves more and more. You feel as if you're both entering a new world, as if you are the only two there, and it drives you wild with passion and desire. He feels warm to the touch, like the heat of the sun.

"P-please keep touching me~. I-I want more~." you beg. Hongjoong moans into the kiss, his hands still stroking your back tenderly and passionately. Your mind begins to race, heart beating wildly, faster and faster, like it can barely contain itself in your chest anymore. His lips against yours are like a drug that you need to have more and more of. Both of you are entering into something forbidden, something that can’t be tamed—an overwhelming, incredible, and irresistible passion.

"F-fuck, you’re so hot Hongjoong~. Please keep making me feel good~!"

He blushes and giggles lightly into the kiss, and Hongjoong’s ears tingle with your comment. You see his eyes glow, and they dance with pure joy as a smile stretches across his lips. Your compliments and words of praise fill his heart with such warmth and passion.

"Oh, how I love you Y/N. This is the best feeling in the world. To have you in my arms is…everything." He leans into you, and the kiss grows wilder, more passionate, and more intense. It seems as though nothing else in the world matters… but this.

"Your touch…It makes me feel so… alive. Please never let me go."

"How could I ever? You are the love of my life. The sun that makes my world go round, bright and warm. I will never let you go. I am yours, and you are mine. For all of eternity."

His hands rub across your body gently and passionately. He leans in to kiss you again, with more desire than ever. Your whole mind, body, and soul are his. You tilt your head back, and your eyes roll back into your head. Hongjoong’s touch all over you is intoxicating. Your whole mind and brain go blank at this moment. It’s all just joy, pleasure, and the ever-growing feeling of love for the lover in your arms. You lean your body closer to him, and you can feel his heartbeat through your chest. Not much longer after pressing your bodies together, he slowly backs away and holds onto you gently, his hands placed on the tops of your shoulders, and he’s looking deep into your eyes with the utmost admiration.

"You are so warm, and every moment with you is like the finest of silks, the most luxurious, soft, and elegant fabric on this Earth. You are like something that makes me see the world in a whole new light, like everything has been dull and gray… and you come into my life and the world comes alive with color...," he pauses for just a moment to gather some more of his thoughts and put them into words you’ll understand. "I love you, Hun. More than anything or anyone…"

"I love you so much Hongjoong~." you briefly interrupt.

"So much it hurts..." A soft sigh passes through his lips. A sigh of both pain and joy: the pain of knowing that this kiss will eventually end, and the unbridled joy of knowing that it hasn’t ended yet. You can see in his eyes that a part of him would stop the world in order to give up everything—every last thing—if it meant holding you just one more second. If it meant he could kiss you again for just a little bit longer. Sensing the emotions he is feeling, you softly smile and say lovingly,

"Keep me as long as you need me~."

Your words reach down to his soul and pull something out from within him. His eyes light up, and he leans in to kiss you again with all the strength and love he can muster. Everything feels like it just fades away as it becomes all about the two of you. His lips feel soft and plush against yours, hydrating and filling in all the perfect spots. Your faces blend together perfectly.

"This all feels…so divine... it’s as if every moment here with you is a gift," He pauses in between to leave gentle kisses over your face. "For these lips were made to kiss, and these hands were meant to hold... My whole heart cries out for you. The thought of losing you…is the greatest tragedy of all. To love you… is to love life itself. To lose you…is to lose everything."

You can see tears start to well in his eyes, and his voice breaks periodically through his meaningful speech. Your expression towards him softens as you realize there is something on his mind.

"You’re never losing me Hongjoong."

"Then I must hold you tighter and closer than ever before... not even the strongest of winds could ever separate us. For when the whole world turns to dust, our love will still burn as bright as the sun."

"I can stay in this moment forever."

"Same, Hun, same..." He hesitates and turns his head away before continuing, "But unfortunately, time moves forward... And, as all things in this universe come to an end, the light that burns twice as hot burns half as long. The flame of our love burns hotter than all others, and so it will eventually burn out. I’m so sorry Hun, but this is reality."

Tears are starting to gently fall from his eyes, and he can’t seem to look you in the eyes. You stare at him with concerned eyes, and your heart is sinking into your stomach.

"H-Hongjoong tell me what’s wrong." Tears are starting to form in your eyes from seeing your lover cry. You reach your hand out to him softly and rub your thumb tenderly across his knuckles.

"You are my paradise, but if there is no paradise… no eternal bliss for eternity…then why would love not also be temporary? If love cannot last forever…then what good is love?"

Reaching your other hand up to his face, you wipe his tears away and try to look at him to help him calm down.

"Hey… no crying; I’m here for you. What’s wrong?" He waits a little before responding to you, his lips quivering and his breathing stuttering.

"This kiss...," he looks at you with pleading eyes, "If this can’t last forever…then how can we even be? My love for you... is it all for nothing?" He cannot form full sentences as his thoughts are going 1,000 miles per hour.

"Hongjoong, our love is more than just kisses."

"But kisses are the most pure form of expression. They speak more than words ever could. Is it not better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all? Is it not better to have experienced this intense happiness…even if it was just for a moment? How can a life without happiness… be called a life at all?"

Hongjoong seems to be having some sort of existential crisis. You’re not entirely certain where all of this emotion is coming from, but it’s concerning. He’s never acted like this before, and you’re wondering if there is something he is not telling you.

"Hey, snap out of it! Our love is not going anywhere! We chose each other for a reason, and nothing will ever separate us. We are dedicated to this until the end of time. You and me, together forever, and nothing will change that." Hongjoong looks at you, and his face turns bright red as my whole being flutters.

"The idea that we are to be together forever... that our love may be eternal...," he says, taking your hand that was holding his and gripping it tightly. "You are like the first ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Your very existence fills my life. You are my everything."

"You’re my everything too Hongjoong. Just stay here with me." Tears start streaming down his face as he grabs your arms tightly, getting really close to you, and begins speaking really fast.

"I just cannot believe that you are here in my arms right now. It’s like a dream—a dream I never want to wake from. You are real, right? Tell me you’re real, please!" He was speaking so fast that you were barely allowed an opportunity to speak in between. He wipes his tears and stares at you with wide, bright eyes that hold tears back, just about to spill out once again. You reach up again to caress his face, looking at him lovingly.

"I’m 100% real. As real as our love for each other is. We are inseparable. Nothing is going to happen to us, ever. We’re together forever." His eyes water again as he just stares at you. Your eyes fill him with such comfort and love, and the sight of you fills him with such peace and joy. He feels whole for the first time in ages. Your presence is so calming, and yet it fills him with energy and a renewed sense of purpose.

"I am just…so happy. I am yours, and you are mine. Forever."

"Exactly my love. I’m sorry if our kiss was so addicting that you questioned our life together~." You softly chuckle. He blushes and looks you in the eyes, the feelings in his heart are overwhelming, and he thinks no words can encapsulate what he’s feeling right now.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are the most important person in the world to me… and to find out that you also feel the same for me…it’s enough to fill me with such pure, unbridled joy... I can’t hold myself back anymore.

He leans in for another kiss. Kissing you softly and gently, with such love and compassion, your lips and hearts become one as you hold tightly onto each other. It’s as if this is the only moment that exists now. You pull away from the gentle kisses and hug Hongjoong tightly.

"Are you feeling okay now?" You feel him nod while holding him. He wraps his hands around you to hug you back and softly pats your back.

"I’m more than just okay now, in this moment," You can feel his heart beating wildly as you hold him in your arms. "I am so very happy... This. This right here... This is my idea of paradise."

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lizaluvsthis · 3 months

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NEW EPISODE NEW EPISODE NEW EPISODE

Hello hello and welcome everyone... AGAIN TO MY HYPER FIXATION.

We are introduced to SMG4 NEWS.

Now you may be wondering, why is SMG3 part of this? Why is he right beside SMG4 while they're currently broadcasting this live? Well I tell you two reasons.

no. 1 he wanted to help and no. 2 he just wanted to advertise his cafe.

Thats why you notice in several clips of the video, he tries his best to insert his advertisement to go to his cafe shop.

If SMG3 was careful enough, he'd be listening to SMG4 since he kept telling SMG3 not to advertise.

Over with SMG3's bugging and ruining SMG4's set with the weather, SMG4 ties SMG3 around the chair so that he wouldn't be a bother to interrupt the broadcast.

Thats why SMG4 turned his back to check up on SMG3, because he knows three is so desperate to pull up that advertisement. He didn't allow three to make that advertisement because they were only both there to "REPORT" live on 'News'

Since Three couldn't advertise, he may had switched on to another topic. "Is SMG4 really funny?" Since he is already fed up with all of the meme contents SMG4 make, he still thought if it'd be cringe.

But since SMG4 didn't want his content creations to get abandoned by his own fans just by SMG3 "TRYING" to change everyone's minds and opinions to 'stop' watching SMG4 just because the FUNNY wouldn't be there.

With SMG3 right beside SMG4, he'd been a little bit upset about this. "Atleast he's capable of making jokes" SMG4 looks at SMG3.

With that reminds him, why is SMG3 here? Oh right- he WAS supposed to help SMG4 report this on live. Where he reminded that SMG3 is supposed to be helping, which maybe had brought up his vision that-

"why am I being an ass? I was suppose to advertise, and SMG4 is here already. So why does it matter? I should've been helping him not steal the broadcast again."

So he said "fine" so he finally got able to report something, which is already counted as BORING to him. When SMG3 thought it was unfair since SMG4 gets all the bad news, SMG3 WANTS those kind of things to spill.

(I may had thought when SMG3 said "I want those" SMG4 quickly said "Okay-" to where he struggles to find a right file for SMG3 to report it out on live.)

It's like a kind of- well- a wife being spoiled and rich, while the husband gives everything to his wife because she kept out yelling for "wants" since the husband wants to do and follow what the wife does in order not to get constantly yelled at again.

And that is technically what SMG4 is doing for SMG3's sake rn.

But since SMG3 wants to add up a spice from all the boring sh-t, he decides to pull out his aka "pain and suffering method" to where it leads to him spreading misinformation that pulls out a fake news.

(I just love how SMG3 teased SMG4 with the word "Opposite day" XDD)

And that calls for *GETS RUN OVER*

OKAY FINEEEE!!! Jeeezuz...

Ahemm- this month is absolutely interesting- (despite my posts of "Indigo Secret"'s pages are not here yet from mind block, but since Valentines day is near- I'll be advertising...)

@merp0515 's Do This In Your Style - Challenge!

You guys are free to draw the boys by using Merp's valentines design for SMG3 and SMG4!

I'm not forcing anyone here if they don't no wanna, I'm 'advertising' to recommend you guys to do some fine of a work with the design :D

I do love how they both look in thems stunnishin outfits and I can't wait to draw more of them in those attire because things get a little bit of spicy... ykwim? :)

Anyway- this challenge is done for funziez I already am participating this- (merp. I'll shove these whole artworks I made to yo eyes...) MWAHAHAHA cant wait to see your reaction in valentines day >u<

#smg4 #smg34 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #lizafixates

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kittyball23 · 7 months

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Reactive (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Branch is captured by Velvet and Veneer… and the news does not sit well with Poppy

A/N: A small rewrite of the scene in my oneshot "The Trade" as requested by @webslingerofthegalaxy, who suggested the possibility of Poppy having a different reaction to learning of Branch being captured :)

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“This I promise you…”

As Branch held on to the last note of the song, the doll-like siblings' full attention had gone to him. They faced him, a look of astonishment clear on their faces. Clearly, they hadn’t expected Branch to confront them by breaking out singing at random. Nor did they expect him to sound that… good.

Velvet looked at Veneer. Veneer looked at Velvet.

Branch glanced at the two of them.

“Once again, I’ve come here to ask that you release my brother, Floyd.”

The twins grew a malicious smile on each of their faces. “Well,” Veneer said.

“Perhaps we can work out a compromise,” Velvet said, finishing the thought.

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In the meantime, Poppy had made her way back to John Dory, Spruce, and Clay, having explained with much distress of what had occurred when she’d spoken to Branch after he and his brothers argued.

“I tried,” she said, nearly on the verge of tears. “I really did try. And I know he can change his mind. But it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen right now…”

The brothers hung their heads. They figured Branch would not be easily convinced to come back, but they could not be mad about it. It was understood why.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait,” Spruce said, a bit defeated.

John Dory gave a shrug of agreement, unable to think of anything else, and hoping that the wait for their brother to come back around wouldn’t be too long.

“Or maybe you don’t have to,” Clay said, suddenly perking up and pointing behind them. “Look!”

The Trolls turned to look in the direction he was pointing and, sure enough, running towards them was the figure of a Troll.

Poppy gasped. “Branch!” She began to run towards him, trying to meet him halfway, when she started to slow her pace after getting a better look. Wait a second. This Troll was not her boyfriend. This nearly-out-of-breath Troll who was sprinting towards them did share some slight similarities to him, though instead of a crop of rich blue hair on his head, it was a vibrant magenta, styled to where part of the bangs obscured his left eye. A single black earring was embedded into his right ear. She reared back in surprise, recognizing him at once. “Floyd?”

Floyd panted, trying to catch his breath. “Yes, yes, it’s me.” He gave a small wave when the other brothers instantly flanked Poppy’s sides, also as surprised to see Floyd before them now.

“Yo bro, it’s good to see you’re okay!” John Dory exclaimed. “You are okay, right?”

Floyd quickly checked himself, ensuring that he was uninjured. “Um, yeah, I think so.” Though he said it, the Trolls could still see that something still wasn’t quite right. He looked very shaken… and extremely worried.

“Dude, how did you escape?” Spruce asked.

“Yeah, those weirdos were something fierce and nasty!” Clay added.

Floyd said nothing at first, looking as though he was recalling something painful. He averted his gaze and looked down at the ground, looking almost ashamed. Poppy felt worry start to prick at her now. Something's not right here... but I need to find out WHAT. She moved closer to Floyd, putting a hand on his shoulder. He flinched at the unexpected touch, but welcomed it. He really needed the comfort right now.

“Floyd,” Poppy said gently, her voice lowered. “Can you tell us what happened? Please?”

The magenta Troll was silent, but he nodded his head, able to find the voice to finally explain. “It was Branch.”

Poppy stiffened at the mention of her boyfriend. But she needed to hear this. “Branch?” she asked.

Floyd nodded. “He came, not too long ago. He asked them to let me go and when they didn’t… h-he sang.” He stopped, recalling the moment. He shook his head. “I never got a chance to hear Branch really sing when we were kids. But now, it… it sounds like… like…”

“Like an angel’s,” Poppy finished, familiar with how beautiful his voice could sound.

“Exactly,” Floyd agreed. “And they seemed to think so, too. So now I’m out here, and he’s…” The Troll trailed off, unable to bear finishing his sentence.

From behind him and Poppy, the three brothers gasped. “They took him!” John Dory exclaimed.

Floyd nodded, looking terribly guilty. “He didn’t have to do it. I wasn’t worth it. I left him!” he cried, wishing more than ever that he could change what happened in the past.

Everyone was quiet for a moment, taking in this new information with grim understanding.

Then, suddenly, Poppy spoke.

“They… took… BRANCH?!”

The brothers were startled out of the silence when Poppy’s voice raised on octave. When glancing at her, they were incredibly surprised to find that the happy-go-lucky Pop Queen had her face twisted in anger and her fists clenched. “They took OUR Branch?? MY Branch?!” she yelled out again.

Floyd felt himself tear up. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen…” he whimpered.

Poppy whirled on him. “Floyd, I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at THEM!” she shouted, pointing back in the direction the magenta Troll had come from, in reference to Velvet and Veneer. She gritted her teeth, her cheeks turning red and her body trembling with rage. “I can let a lot of things slide,” the Queen began icily, “They can go off and be big phony-baloneys all they want… but not with any of you… and definitely not with MY BOYFRIEND!!”

Poppy glared daggers in the direction of his kidnappers. They were still back there in their dressing room, probably getting ready to get up into their talent-stealing antics once again. That image of Branch being sealed in a diamond bottle - getting the lifeforce sucked right out of him, draining him, making him weaker and weaker - made her blood boil, and suddenly imaginations of a very unqueenly-like nature began to flash through her mind - of beating the cupcakes out of those two fakers, of trapping them in some diamond prison and seeing how THEY liked it, of forcing them to free her beloved through any torturous means necessary…

But then she realized where she actually was, seeing the shocked look on his brothers' faces, and realizing how angry she had gotten.

Poppy sighed, feeling it drain out of her a little. "Sorry, guys, it's just… those bastards! They're gonna hurt Branch the same way they hurt Floyd!"

"Girl, you got a HUGE right to be angry!" John Dory replied, not at all disturbed. He was impressed, if anything, for how riled up she got, for it showed how much she really cared about him.

"We can't let anything happen to Branch," Floyd said, "... but how?"

"I'll tell you how," Poppy said, feeling every bit determined. "We're gonna band together so we can save him!"

"She's correctamundo!" JD replied. "It wasn't just you who walked out on him, Floyd... we ALL did," he said, gesturing to himself, Spruce, and Clay. "You were worth it, bro. Because you’re his brother. And Branch is our brother. And those days of walking-out-on-each-other are over. You know why?”

Spruce did, seeing where JD was going with this, and he piped up. “Because we’re a family.”

“And families are there for each other!” Clay added.

"Exactly!" Poppy cried. Then she thrust her hand out in front of her. "So who's with me?"

The hands of John Dory, Spruce, and Clay shot out to join hers. Floyd, still feeling bad for what had occurred, hesitated a second. He didn't know what she or his brothers had in mind, but what he did know was that he wasn't going to let his baby brother down. Not again. So he, too, placed his hand on time of theirs and threw it up in the air when they all did.

“IT’S BRO-TIME!” came the collective shout.

John Dory quickly huddled them together, all the Trolls’ heads nearly touching each other as the group formed a tight circle.

“All right, we need a new game plan,” the BroZone leader said, more determined than ever. “And I think I got just the one. It’s going to take ALL of us, though, so listen in…”

So Poppy, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd did listen in, adding their own input when sought necessary and tweaking what was needed to be tweaked. Soon enough, their plan did indeed start to come together, and soon enough they set themselves into executing the ambitious task.

Dangerous? Maybe. Worth it? One-hundred percent.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

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sophsicle · 2 years

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New instalment of the "Life James Wanted" one shot series inspired by hoodies Regulus is having a hard time. James knows that. He sees it in the way Regulus's shoulders have been inching closer and closer to his ears lately. In the way his voice has gotten quieter and his words sparing. Even when they're home at the same time, which is rare during the Quidditch season, Regulus spends most of it shut up in their bedroom. They've been through this before. James understands. He does. But he still misses him. Aches for him. Is desperate to hear Regulus laugh. To feel him come up behind him in the kitchen and wrap his arms around his waist, burying his face between James's shoulder blades. He even misses Regulus yelling at him about leaving his shoes in the front hall. Regulus has been through a lot in his life. And most of the time he can cope with it. But every once and a while he gets overwhelmed. And he needs to shut down, and hide. He still manages to go to practice. Still manages to play excellent Quidditch when he needs to. But that takes just about everything he has in him. And when he comes home he's small and raw and bone tired.

So James tries not to ask for too much. Tries not to hover. Tries to make sure that Regulus knows it's okay. That he'll wait for him. He'll always wait for him. "Reg?" James calls out as he closes the front door of their flat. It's late in the afternoon, the sun sneaking through the windows, making patterns on the hardwood floors. The cats are on him immediately, running through his legs and meowing incessantly. "Yeah, yeah, alright, I'll feed you you little monsters," he mutters under his breath, scratching both of them behind the ears before heading for the kitchen.

None of the lights are on, but the bedroom door is closed and James can just feel it. The tug in his chest that lets him know Reg is around. James has always thought of them as planets, caught in each others pull, inevitably stuck orbiting around on another. Once the cats are fed he moves cautiously towards the bedroom, hand hovering in front of the door for a good few minutes before he finally makes himself knock.

"Reg?"

There's a pause. And then, faint and distant, he hears: "Yeah?" It takes everything in him not to just burst through the door. "Do you want to be alone?" he makes himself ask. Another pause. "No." James feels himself actually sag with relief as he reaches for the doorknob. The bedroom is dark, the lights off and the blinds closed. The blankets on the bed have been left in a pile but he doesn't see Regulus anywhere.

"Reg?" James asks again. "I'm here," he sounds exhausted, James's eyes following his voice across the room. "Are you..." James says slowly. "Are you in the wardrobe?" He thinks he hears Regulus sigh. "Yes." "Okay..."

Regulus laughs dryly. "Is it?" "Sure," James runs a hand through his hair, not exactly sure what this means. "Can I...can I come in?"

There's a small scoff and then. "I don't know if you can fit Quidditch lad."

That makes James smile a little, "I'm sure I'll manage." He opens the door slowly, finding Regulus on the floor, knees pulled into his chest and one of James's jumpers swallowing him up. He's even pulled the hood over his head, tiny tuffs of black curly hair peeking out the sides.

James just stares at him for a moment, a little overwhelmed by how...sweet he looks. An adjective that Regulus would absolutely not appreciate. "I thought you hated my hoodies?" he says finally. "I thought they were - what did you say? Uncouth? Plebeian? It was some posh insult." Regulus rolls his eyes. "Oh please, you're at least as posh as I am." James grins. "No one is as posh as you are." Regulus grumbles something under his breath but doesn't try to argue the point. "So what's with the change of heart then? Is this gonna be your new style?" That earns James a glare. "This," Regulus pinches the fabric away from his chest, "is not a style. And it's temporary, I promise you. I barely even want to let the cats see me in it." James laughs. "Probably a good call. They'd lose all respect for you." "Oh I know." James waits then, waits for Regulus to say whatever it is he needs to, or to not say anything. He's willing to let the conversation drop if that's what Regulus needs too. Eventually, the younger boy sighs. "I was...having...trouble."

"Trouble?" Regulus grimaces. "Are you really going to make me say it?" "I'm not going to make you do anything Reg," and he means it. Regulus rubs at his face which is slightly adorable since his hands are hidden in the sleeves of James's hoodie, but he once again refrains from commenting. "I was having a panic attack," he manages finally. James's heart lurches in his chest but he makes himself stay still, makes himself listen. "And you were still at practice but I just...I needed something to ground me. I needed something to keep me from floating away," he sighs again. "I just wanted you to hold me," he says quietly. James brings his hand up, pressing down on his sternum, the ache in his chest so real he worries for a moment that he might be having actual heart problems. "Oh," he manages. "Yeah, so," Regulus says, clearly eager to move on. He holds up his arms, flapping the too long sleeves. "This was the closest thing I could think of."

"Oh." Regulus wrinkles his nose. "Can you stop saying that?" James huffs. "I don't know. Can I hold you now?" Regulus blinks up at him. "Yeah," he starts to move but James motions for him to stay where he is, squeezing himself between the wall and Regulus so that Regulus can sit between his legs, resting back against his chest. The minute he gets his arms around him, he feels Regulus relax. James can't help himself, he nuzzles at Regulus's neck before kissing the top of his hood. "You can borrow my jumpers anytime," he says. "How generous of you." James laughs. "What can I say, I'm a giver," and then, bringing his mouth closer to Regulus's ear. "Plus, I like seeing you in my clothes." It's Regulus's turn to laugh now, though it's a slightly more restrained sound. "You're ridiculous."

"You've mentioned that." A moment passes where James simply luxuriates in the feeling of having Regulus back in his arms again, before Regulus speaks: "I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I know I've been...difficult, lately." James only squeezes him tighter. "I just want you to be okay," he says. "How you get there doesn't matter. Just tell me what I can do." He thinks he catches just the hint of Regulus's smile in his profile. "You're doing it."

#Listen I can't explain why this is here #it just is #it just happens #soph rambles #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #james x regulus

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maddietries · 1 year

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I’m sick *cough*

Character: K!Bakugou (aged up)

Genre:Fluff

ships: Married!Bakugoux fem!reader

readers quirk: you can make flowers,vines,thorns shit like that. To charge said quirk you have to be outside… a lot. Which means you get sick a lot when new seasons roll around.

Warnings: mentions of sickness and vomiting

You’d just come home from patrol and lord was it a ruff day. You’d had issues with two villains. One with a fire quirk which has always been a weakness for you. The other one tried to attack a school. So after when you were trying to comfort the kids inside. You just didn’t haven’t in you to make a ton of pretty flowers for them. You felt awful.

Now you were at home laying on the couch still in your hero costume feeling like shit and your lovely husband wouldn’t be home for a while. You’d already thrown up once on your way home thank god for random bags in your car. You felt and probably looked like shit, so obviously a bath would help. Plus you needed to take better care of yourself. You slowly grabbed a small glass of soda, a candle, and some epsom salts. You started to run the bath, you slowly sat down with your drink in hand sipping it slowly. You set it down starting to doze off.

Next thing you know it’s been two hours and you hear yelling. Bakugou is home. Ah shit now you have to get out try not to get sick, and find out why he’s yelling. Fuck me. You start to get out of the tub and slip into your robe when you get sick again, good thing the toilets right there. Did he stop yelling? You hear foot steps and then the door swings up.

“What the fuck?!?” He yells. Fuck that was loud

“I’m sick” I say back weakly leaning back on the toilet. Then he just sits down next to me.

“Why didn’t you call me?” He says barely above a whisper.

“You were working.” I say at the same volume. He frowns at me.

“I don’t care if this ever happens again you call me the minute you start hurting. Understand?” He says quietly but slightly sternly.

“mhm” I say back starting so dose off again.

“Hey pretty keep your eyes open we’ve got to get you to bed.” He says giving a small smile..

“ok” I say back. I don’t plan on getting up. I’m was just waiting for him to understand that.

“alright then” he says scooping me up. Carrying me bridal style out of the bathroom.

“Bedroom or living room?” I hear him ask.

“living room, big tv.” I say, he laughs lightly at my short sentences. He lays me on the couch and walks away just then do I realize he’s still in his hero costume. A few minutes later he come backs in sweatpants and the iconic skull shirt. He even brought you a blanket and some medicine. Oh how you love this man.

“drink this.” He says handing you the medicine. You take it like a normal person until

“BLEH” you cough out. I’m a child you think.

“Yeah I know now come here” he says opening his arms for you with the blanket it hand.

“Nice and warm” you say curling up into him.

“Mhm now if you ever get sick again you call me as soon as you can okay?” He says for the second time today.

“I know, now can we turn something on, cuddling and fall asleep?” I say yawning.

“yeah yeah I’m working on it” he says turning in my favorite movie. I curl into him more and start to fall asleep.

“G’night love you” he says and that’s the last thing I heard falling asleep.

#Maddietries #bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader fluff #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou imagine #katsuki x reader #-falling petals🌹#Maddiewrites

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the-s1lly-corner · 9 months

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Which of the creeps (that you write romantically for) be okay/like a bada$$ s/o? Like every1 is intimidated and every1 thinks that if you try to fight them you’re stupid? Have a great day!!

Creeps with a badass reader!

i actually really like this idea!! also im so so sorry it took me so long to get to this </3!! ive kinda been focusing on art these past few days, and when i havent been drawing ive kinda been. laying in my own. feelings. sleepy.... yk how it is!!

with that said! yeah! i wont be doing all the bare bones list of characters i usually do with non specified characters! to keep true with the prompt im going to stick with characters i feel would like this kind of S/O and/or compliment the readers fierce nature... also going to aim for a more comedic style

LIST OF CHARACTERS: Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Splendorman

CW; mentions of violence

Splendorman;

No because just think about it; a soft easy going cryptid with a strong and ready to fight partner

"he asked for no pickles" dynamic basically imo LMAO

he would rather you tone it down, or at least dont fight for him... he doesnt want you to get hurt, or in trouble..! mostly trouble, he knows you can handle yourself

he wont ever say it but hes internally swooning anytime you fight for him, though. like. "oh? they would do this for me just because someone said something vaguely mean about me?"... hes red in the face

tries to introduce you to new people to make potential friends since he kinda thinks part of your bloodlust(/j) is from loneliness, which in turn makes people see you as.. mean... so its a loop. he doesnt mean it in a bad way! he just cares about your well being!

overall he secretly thinks its hot but hed rather you stay out of trouble and hed try to find ways to make you less fierce...

Laughing Jack;

like splendorman he thinks its hot but he WILL vocalize it

also he thinks its really funny whenever people try to antagonize you

pulls a bag of popcorn out of thin air and watches the show/hj

he will literally cheer for you from the sidelines and becomes the fights personal announcer

absolutely treats you when you win; showered in praise and love and gifts

hes flustered; depending on what color you think he blushes (personally i think he blushes a purpleish-grey), his entire face is that color when he watches it happen

again, hes really into it

smh ive been on a lj trip these past few days and i hardly got anything for him here god mfing damn!!!!

Hoodie;

ngl he probably throws himself into the fight and yall both kick the shit out of the person

basically think something like this scene (ive never seen jjba my friend showed me this) where he just joins you after watching for a few seconds (we can say the third person is masky/j)

anyways it wont let me move the gif up so pretend the gif is under the above bullet point instead of at the end of this segment

really yall are kinda the same but hoodie is more likely to sit back and access the situation before jumping in and fighting someone unless like. its an immediate life or death thing

now how does he feel about you being a proclaimed badass?

he respects it, and he knows that you can defend yourself when hes not around so it also puts him at ease

maybe you two will spar every now and then to get better at defense and offense stuff (he will not go easy on you btw, bro will give it his all)

Eyeless Jack;

he doesnt really like the fighting since hes also likely the one who has to patch you up afterwards. like even if you win the fight youre still going to be hurt in some way, this applies to all the other characters too. ej is just the only one who has the knowledge when it comes to tending wounds...

with ej, in my au, he doesnt really. like conflict, especially since his own body is changing into something that isnt human; he already has enough on his plate already, doesnt need to go bury an extra body because he let his temper get the better of him

and every now and then, that mindset of avoiding conflict bleeds to how he views you and your attitude

hes happy that you can defend yourself, like hoodie he admires it; but at the same time he gets so scared that youre going to pick a fight with the wrong person or get hit in the wrong spot, and..

he does not pity those who are dumb enough to rile you up, though..

overall he worries for you and already has enough on his plate with himself ... but dont think that he sees tending to you as a burden! hell do it regardless of what caused your injury

possible idea for an angst post? ooo? maybe, if you guys want it

#creepypasta headcanon #splendorman x reader #laughing jack x reader #hoodie x reader #eyeless jack x reader #splendorman x you #laughing jack x you #hoodie x you #eyeless jack x you

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creaturing-your-faves · 4 months

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(If you're comfortable with this) could you make a tutorial on how you make your creations??? It'd okay if not, thank you for making them :D

WAA i can try!! baby's first tutorial ft. this guy

🐾 first, a picture of your blorbo

i use waifu2x to up the quality, not always neccessary but it makes everything a bit easier and prettier. i use firealpaca to edit but you can use whatever you like, im not your mom

🐾 probably get a reference

yeah i dont always do this. but you should! i should! so google whatever creature you want to turn blorbo into and maybe scroll for a bit to get a feel for what they look like :3

try to find one at a similar angle to your blorbo picture and paste it/open as a layer. look this is close enough ↓

🐾 onto the actual editing! human ear surgery

in case you prefer just one pair of ears. you have to understand the style so you can imitate it.... so look at their hair, maybe theres more colors or gradients than you can see at a glance or something ! i colorpick a bunch of them and put them over their ears, then blend them together with a low opacity watercolor brush

ALSO, notice the.. lighter glowy aura thing around his ear in the og? i try to imitate details like that too, used watercolor for this again

now maybe you wanna make it look like theres something covering that spot, since theres kinda nothing there now. soo if that looks weird to you, (open a new layer and) put some hair over it. i cant tell u how to imitate Any style so just. study it and keep trying

with enstars here the lines are pretty soft, so i go over it with watercolor brush after doing the general shape. with a higher opacity you could probably just use a softer brush from the start, i just like starting with the basic pen

🐾 the lines!!!

nowww i lower the blorbos opacity to around 50%, bring the reference somewhere i can see and just kinda... start sketching. lot of redrawing and transform tooling here sometimes

TIPS 1. you can clean the lines up at the end so dont stress

2. think of your blorbos new ears as a real tangible part of their body and how they fit on their head since you dont wanna make it look too flat !

3. and for the placement i always end up at roughly one human ear length above their og ears if that makes sense. tried to visualize it

as for inner ear fluffs phew i dont know either. draw a circle and start from there? maybe there are actual animal ears in blorbo artstyle out there you could reference

🐾 coloring 🏳��‍🌈

finally some progress huh. i color the lines in a contrasting color first so i see the lines properly and dont miss anything, then fill it in with the actual color :3 OH and for gradients i just use the airbrush at the ear tips or sides

noww shading! new layer, basic pen brush and try to follow the shapes in the og art. it's best if you pick the colors from the actual picture!!! take notes mentally and just do your best i dont know how to explain this more

taking this as an example, the shading is mostly in pretty simple wider areas, so not a lot of seperate strands in there. and its again pretty soft around the edges of shades and highlights, so i'll go over it with my beloved watercolor. keep things like that in mind so the creaturing blends in well :3

if you like more detail better you can still go with that. or less detail on a complex artstyle. the world is your oyster

🐾 and the rest

what else could there be???? making the lineart more cohesive for example ★ oftentimes it's not one solid color, thicker or thinner than yours, things like that.

for things like piercings or fangs you can just draw them on top i believe in you <3 if its like an intricate earring use the lasso? magic wand? the one that lets you select an area to copy and move on top of your ear layers

+ remember details like shadows, if you put a tail on top of say blorbos leg there's gonna be a shadow under it! put a layer under the tail ones and freehand draw the shadow, OR copy the tail layer, put the copy under the og one and change color/opacity until it fits

#ask #i hope this is good........

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greetingsfromuranus · 17 days

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I love your art! Do you jave any tips ondrawing in the EENE artstyle?

Thank you!! The best advice I have is to study, study, and then study some more lol. Look at something, try to replicate it, trace over the original to see the underlying shapes, draw the shapes on your own page and replicate it like that, freehand it w/o reference, just see what works! i know it sounds like general advice, but the EENE style, especially once you get to later seasons,is very stylistically and technically complex! You're gonna have to see which aspects of it are intuitive to you, and which ones you'll have to sit down and make yourself learn. I primarily use Raven Molisee's art (lots of stuff on Deviantart and Poshmark more recently) since with his sketches you can see a lot of the underlying shapes and processes! But it would be a good idea to also check out stuff from the rest of the art department, such as Scott Underwood, Jim Miller, and Cory Toomey (you can find a list of em here: https://ed.fandom.com/wiki/The_Creators). Instagram account dawn_of_the_eds has a lot of good references!

You can also study screenshots of the show, especially if you're trying to replicate the colors/linework/movement/etc… I would recommend @ededdneddy-artrefs, as they have a nice tagging system for finding anything specific, but its also a good idea to just look at your favorite EENE clips on YouTube and go thru them frame-by-frame! It helps with understanding how the characters move, talk, express, etc… and you can really nail down the stuff you'd only get a vague idea of from watching the show at a normal speed.

For me, it took me months (minus some breaks) to get to where i am now with drawing the Eds. Someone more studious and hardworking could easily do it faster, but the point is, it takes practice! Practice combined with active, intentional learning! My progress with drawing the Eds has several phases marked by a sudden jump in skill (usually caused by me finally going out and studying some more art, and internalizing what i learned), followed by healthy stagnation, where i get comfortable with the new knowledge and just do the same stuff for a while. If you really wanna get good at drawing them, you can study much more than i do, or have shorter stagnation periods! It's ok to calm down and get comfortable with the characters, have some nice, easy, art making time, its important to not get too stressed or burnt out! But when you're feeling motivated, absolutely take advantage of that!

Some things to remember:

While the characters do have consistent design elements and basic underlying shapes, these are NOT hard rules. REMEMBER AND INTERNALIZE SQUASH N STRETCH! I've tried assigning hard rules to how I draw the eds, and it's VERY difficult. It's definitely important to write down/point out as many design quirks and reoccurring themes/shapes as possible, but just remember that the Ed Edd n Eddy style is extremely fluid and dynamic - and the guidelines you may have thought were 100% true can be shattered at any point. Basically: all rules are optional! Don't draw something because the "rules" say so, draw something because it looks good! Sometimes one rule looks good, sometimes something else looks better! I'll use the teeth as a visual example:

(art in 1st image by Raven Molisee)

Sort of a continuation of the last point - Before EENE, I had a tendency (and still kinda do) to use more symbolic drawing process, the kind of design language you'd use for logos or graffiti, or the kind of style you see in shows like Dexter's lab or Total Drama Island or something - where you get good at drawing the same shapes/lines over and over. The EENE style, especially in later seasons, does not follow the same process as these sorts of styles. For example, I used to look at Edd and say "ok, His head is THESE TWO SHAPES!" And then there would be another, I'd say "okay, 3" and then another, and another and this will keep going on and on and on. Sometimes his ears are at the corners of whatever quadrilateral his head is (like in Molisse's art), sometimes theyre on an edge (like ive seen in Underwood's art), and sometimes you just can't see em! You have to accept that the characters are a lot of things at once, and different things at different times! Like Eddys head is usually a sort of bent pentagon - but is his mouth is enough he's more like a tin-can - but from a more top view he's almost a triangle - you can do this cycle forever.

you can think about it like this: the eds designs (especially their faces) are sort of a collection of features, and the shapes holding them together than be molded and distorted as you please!

Remember that the eds often exist with 3D underlying shapes, not just flat ones! I would highly recommend studying 3d shapes in extreme perspectives specifically. Draw bent cylinders, twisted stretched out cubes, any sort of shape at the most extreme fish-eye perspective you can manage, just absolutely take advantage of them. Bend and distort and break those shapes, dig your foot into their backs and and pull at their corners like you're ripping the arms out of their sockets. Extreme visualization, I know, but Ed Edd n Eddy is a slapstick comedy - there is immense force and stretching and distortion present, you really have to get that energy into your art to replicate the style (even if I'm not great at it yet, it's something I know I must learn).

Specific tidbit that's important & I sometimes forget: The characters limbs can be as long as the pose calls for! They will be fine! If they're holding something above their head, their arms are going to stretch out much longer than normal and it's ok! You can always sacrifice the "accuracy" to the model to get a strong pose/silhouette. Though one thing I've noticed is that their clothes often don't stretch the same way their bodies do! If you stretch double D's arms out 3 yards, his sleeves are gonna be about the same length as always! Except for when it looks better to break this rule, of course :3 basically imagine their bodies are like stretchy rubber, while their clothes are not

(note how his arms are stretched reeeal long in the gif, the look of the action holds higher priority than "correct" body proportions)

Apologies on my lack of notes on Ed specifically, I've drawn him good a total of One time and haven't been able to do it again lol.... Sometimes his head is an upside down triangle, but its bent in a way that i cant find a good pattern to remember it by... though sometimes his head is a square but the bottom stretches downward to become his neck. He's weird as hell, one day ill figure it out!

That's all my advice for now :3 If i think of any more i will add it!

#eene #ed edd n eddy #ed edd n eddy fanart #ed edd eddy fanart

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lilis-doodle-dome · 6 months

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I have so many questions about every dynamic you can think of for this au im so interested in hearing more about the tenma siblings (toya included) and nene + emu's relationship with tsukasa

im also interested to hear how the dynamic between ena and mafuyu, emu and mafuyu, + rui and mizuki changes.

There is not enough space in these charts for any real information aughh, sorry for the weird text sizing. Also I didn’t put that much effort into editing Kasa/Mafu in these images haha

But relationship charts between the group! Sorry it doesn’t answer every question, but hopefully it’s enough? Feel free to ask more if anything needs clarification!

Here’s a transcript:

Tsukasa- Emu: Always tries to make me smile, but should she really waste her energy on me?…Sometimes she reminds me of Saki when she was younger

Tsukasa-Nene: Stronger than she seems. The least chaotic of the others, when we’re together she doesn’t expect anything. It’s…nice, although it might not be good.

Tsukasa-Rui: Always has something new to try, but I think it’s more for his own curiosity than for my self discovery. He knows a lot, could be more helpful if he ever shared it.

Emu-Tsukasa: Someone important to me that I’ll help find the smile of, no matter what! You’re no oohm doom villain Tsukasa-kun!

Emu-Nene: The most wonderhoy singer! Thank you for helping me see what it means to be a leader, I promise to never lose sight of my troupe again.

Emu-Rui: He always has the best, most fun ideas! I really appreciate his support, we always do best with his directing!

Nene-Tsukasa: He can seem pretty intimidating, but he’s actually rather clueless. I hope he can figure himself out, just not at the expense of others.

Nene-Emu: You’ve grown into a person deserving of the title of leader and I’m grateful you brought us together. I know you’re determined about your goal, but don’t forget we’re here too.

Nene-Rui: I’ll get stronger, I won’t turn a blind eye to you ever again.

Rui-Tsukasa: He tests anything I ask of him without complaint, I wish I could say that was a good thing. Let’s keep using each other until we’ve found what we’re really looking for, okay?

Rui-Nene: I’m glad she’s standing up for herself more, but I hope she knows there’s nothing she needs to make up for. It’s just nice to perform with her again.

Rui-Emu: A truly admirable person, she’s dedicated herself wholeheartedly to other’s smiles. Your smile is something precious as well though, don’t forget that.

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Mafuyu-Kanade: A musical genius to match my lyrical! Her soft mannerisms belie her unmatched stubbornness, she’ll ever so gently, tell me I’m doing too much, all while she neglects herself! How confounding!

Mafuyu-Ena: She reminds me of those small dogs that get a poor reputation for being aggressive, despite it being people ignoring their fear signals that cause those reactions. That being said, it’s rather entertaining how differently she responds to Kanade versus Mizuki.

Mafuyu-Mizuki: They’ve introduced me to many new styles I’ve never experienced before. It’s amazing how they can make the most intimidating outings seem approachable. I enjoy any and all time spent with them!

Kanade-Mafuyu: She can’t see how she’s hurting herself for the sake of others. I need to help her, someone who can actually save others- shouldn’t have to suffer for it.

Kanade-Ena: Her art is still filled with hurt, but I’m glad she’s found some peace in our group. If only I could do more for her…

Kanade-Mizuki: They always have the frankest opinions of everyone else and seem to speak their mind freely, yet rarely say anything about themself. Their perspective is always appreciated though.

Ena-Mafuyu: Aren’t the big headed types supposed to not actually be good at everything? How is that fair at all, and she’s even got the nerve to be a nice person! I’ll show her-

Ena-Kanade: She’s wonderful. The soft, patient voice-of-reason needed to reign in the group, listening to her music is like a miracle cure for bad days.

Ena-Mizuki: They’re an insistent pest, that won’t leave me in peace. I guess I don’t hate the company though and they are good at putting together outfits for photos.

Mizuki-Mafuyu: A willing dress-up doll, she’s pretty enough to be one too! Kinda reminds me of an old friend with how many questions she asks about everything, guess geniuses have that in common.

Mizuki-Kanade: Always makes sure everyone feels comfortable and safe. It’s really nice to have a space I won’t be judged…

Mizuki-Ena: She’s way too funny not to tease, but she’s just as capable as the rest of the group. It’s kinda scary how easy she is to talk to, wouldn’t want to say anything I regret.

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