#the idea was that I was going to slap some nice flat colors on this but the rendering GOT AWAY FROM ME
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You cannot escape the fate of your bloodline
#jonathan joestar#Jolyne Kujo#jolyne cujoh#jjba#phantom blood#stone ocean#jojos bizarre adventure#IT ENDS THE SAME WAY IT STARTED#screaming crying#the idea was that I was going to slap some nice flat colors on this but the rendering GOT AWAY FROM ME#idk how I feel about it#mine
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Hello! I’m very curious of your use of colors and how you go about choosing them for a piece? They all have such a nice vibe and are a treat to the eyes!! I’m also surprised you’re a med student!! How do you juggle making art with your studies?? (from the few things (very very few) I know about medical studies it just seems like a LOT of studying goes on, so I’m very curious!)
Sometimes artists make things look so easy! I want to talk about my artistic process honestly, so I’m going to show you some pieces I struggled on, with my reasoning and references, and also my mistakes and where I asked for help. I’m glad you like my colors, they’re sometimes what I end up spending the most time on.
So hello and welcome to a somewhat long write up.
First I want to show this piece, “A friendship between an escort and an eel man,” that I love the finished colors of but was a pain while I was making it:
I start off with two ideas I wanted to combine for the color scheme:
The two halves, the human half and the eel tank half, should be distinct. I thought human side red, eel tank blue.
2. For additional contrast, I wanted human half dark and eel tank bright.
Wasn't entirely clicking, but I decided to just start slapping down colors and adjust later.
A note on shadows and lighting- shift not just the values (light/dark of the color) but the hue as well (the.. color of the color) to give a piece a richer tone. Here I’m making the shadows more red and the lighting more yellow (though in the end the lighting is blue instead).
(Of course, changing value only is a choice used in many color schemes as well. Maybe if you want a piece to look dingy, or monochromatic. You can do anything if you do it intentionally.)
Here I liked the warm human half, but I didn’t like the blue tank so much.
Tried some warm colors. Still wasn’t working. Though bringing the yellow into the tank made the piece more cohesive, having the whole thing be similar colors was not my initial goal. It looked boring, and the eel tank was not separate enough. The yellows and browns on the aquarium side did not look like water, even when I tried suggesting the top of the tank.
I asked a friend (@veritasgloriamart) for help and she sent me this reference:
I adjusted the tank colors to the reference, and added a blue glow instead of yellow to help connect the two sides. It was still not looking cohesive enough to me.
A blue overlay layer added to the human side to make the colors even more aligned with the tank side worked! Overlay layers are magic. They can really help make colors come together. Here the purple on the human side still works to separate it from the tank, but the blue shadows bring them together. It was looking really good now!
Contrast is important, so eel man became darker. Him and the escort are the subjects, so they get to be dark against a light background. Contrast and focal points are important.
After some cleaning up, here is the final piece again! I put some pink in the tank to bring some of human side into the tank side too.
Here is a second piece I struggled with:
Again I start off with some ideas: the scene should look warm and comfortable. I thought I should use a lot of colors, to make the meal look like a colorful feast. But I wasn’t paying enough attention to lighting and contrast, so it was looking flat and disorganized.
I decided I wanted the colors to look more intentional. Let's do purple and yellow, warm and complementary colors. Green and red because food needs those colors. But the contrast was still not good enough. The piece still lacked clarity and focus.
One thing to do when struggling with contrast and clarity: switch to thinking with values. Working in black and white, I made the figure of the fairy on the left darker against a lighter background to make her stand out, and I made the unimportant edges of the piece darker, but it didn’t feel like enough.
My friend (thanks @deoidesign) gave me critique to make the lighting bolder on the hair and table, making the silhouette of the fairy much more clear. After following the advice, it was really working for me now!
I used the gradient map tool to rough out a similar yellow and purple color scheme as my initial idea:
After adding the gradient map it’s pretty much done. Gradient maps are magic.
I lost the idea I started with, making the food colorful, but the food worked better being all yellow instead. Making the food all one color made the lighting more clear, deemphasized it, and let the characters stand out. Things don't always have to be colored the color they actually are.
Minor details added, final piece.
"Eating faerie food gives them power over you, but if fae eat human food, it works the other way around too. These three don’t mind either way."
Final example, a piece that wasn’t a struggle: A necromancer and kitty’s latest conquest.
Sometimes, coloring is just vibes.
The starting idea for this one: muted blue and purple/red.
I took some inspiration from this piece by an artist whos work I love love love (the green one under 2021):
That piece inspired me to add the beige, green, and pink from the color scheme. I also nudged the reds more into purple to make them softer.
The plants got to be green, as did the walls. Blue and purple, the cooler colors, for the shadows and darker plants. Pink as a bright color, used sparingly to add warmth. Beige used wherever it fits, to calm everything down. The colors for this piece came naturally so I don’t have a lot of progress shots.
Some things I was considering here: I was blending the colors into each other and reusing them throughout the piece. Nearby colors bleed into each other, unifying them. Things are not held to the colors they would be in the real world, but rather what looks good.
Only very minor changes were made after the color sketch. Final piece:
When I’m not feeling like experimenting so much, sometimes I just fall back on color schemes I’m used to. I know red, green, and yellow look cozy and warm together so a lot of my pieces use that.
On learning colors:
For me, learning means paying attention to the colors in the world around me and to the colors in other people’s art. I note the general idea of color palettes (example: yellow highlights, blue shadows is one I see a lot) and the impressions they give off. I’m slowly building up a library in my head of palettes.
Tips summary:
Having some idea of the mood of the piece or a general palette can be a good starting point
Ask for help
Take inspiration and use references
Value is more important for clarity than colors are. If the colors are not working, it could be because the values are not working
You don’t need to color things the color they actually are. Color them how they look or what looks best for the piece. White things are not necessarily white, skin is not necessarily a shade of brown. The lighting of an environment changes the colors you see.
Iterate on ideas. Critique yourself.
Thinking of a piece as a whole helps the colors look cohesive. Think of palates while considering the whole piece. Intentionally reuse colors throughout.
Consider bleeding nearby colors into each other. In real life, bounce light can give this effect. In art, it’s not necessarily always realistic but can add texture and cohesiveness.
Practice practice practice
The end. I hope it’s useful!
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happy birthday, my little golden autumn leaf ೃ⁀➷*ੈ✩₊˚⋆.ೃ࿔*:•
rocket has only the vaguest concept of what a birthday is. a lot of intergalactic cultures share similar rite-of-passage traditions, but nothing is quite the same — plus, birthdays are based on the terran calendar, which is not something he ever uses if he can help it. it’s such a stupid and limited system for measuring & marking time, after all.
so when he overhears that it’s your birthday today, you have to re-explain some of the basics.
“so that’s it,” he deadpans. “you literally just gotta be born, and people celebrate you.”
“well,” you say slowly. “the idea is that the people celebrating you really are happy you were born. happy you exist. that you’ve survived another trip around the sun, i guess. all the chaos and random chance in the universe, through space and time, and they happened to cross paths with you, at just this moment.”
“weird,” he scoffs, but something flickers in his eye.
and you know, in your gut, exactly what it is.
so you tell him you’ve gotta run an errand on your way back from class, and out you go. you’ll celebrate with friends later, but this takes precedence. you stop at the store while you’re returning home, and pick out the best cake you can find. not all cakes are created equally, of course — but this. this is a flawless fuckin cake. you can tell as soon as you see it: the ideal amount of moisture, the perfect proportions of fluffiness and density. layered with scrumptious-looking fillings and topped with draping garlands of frosting. you can just tell it’s gonna be the best thing either of you have ever tasted.
you get home and open the box of candles right as rocket saunters into the kitchenette: curiosity and the desire for your company, masquerading as nonchalance.
“what’re you doing?” he asks, hooking the clawed toes of one foot onto the handle of a bottom drawer. he uses it to leverage himself twelve inches higher and peer over the edge of the counter.
“birthday tradition where i grew up,” you tell him. “how old are you, anyway?”
he shrugs. “in terran years? who frickin knows?” he frowns, watching as you fill the top of the cake with slender, colorful candles. “not even sure on the universal multicalendar,” he admits after a minute. “don’t know how long i was on counterearth, before.”
you hum a note of acknowledgement and pull out the lighter. “so the tradition is: a candle for each year you’ve been alive,” you tell him as you snap a little golden flame to life, sheltered against your palm as you set fire to each wick. “then people sing at you — badly —and you make a wish in your head and blow out the candles. and if you get them all out on your first try, your wish’ll come true.”
he snorts derisively. “okay.”
“i guess it’s a little stupid,” you concede. “but it’s nice.”
he doesn’t respond, but you can see his eyes are locked on the cake, and the tiny flickering embers are reflecting gold and garnets in his eyes.
“hit the lights for me?” you ask him.
he rolls his eyes. “you terrans really go all out for this shit,” he gripes, but he steps down and strolls across the room, hands slouched into pockets before he leaps up to slap the lightswitch.
you turn with the cake in your hands and carry it to the little table. he joins you — slowly, now, eyes flickering into flat copper coins and fire-opal cabochons. his face is painted with gold and velvet-purple shadows, and he’s entranced by this pretty, glowing mountain of sugar you’ve built: a little cathedral of sweetness and fire and wishes. it’s autumn-cold outside, dusky and wind-blown, scuttling leaves and evening clouds — but here in the kitchenette, everything is a patchwork quilt of rosy warmth and closeness, and rocket’s eyes are full of a kind of wistful awe — not that he’d ever admit it.
“make a wish, dude,” you tell him. he blinks, and it takes him a couple tries, but he tears his eyes away from the cake and candles to look up at you.
“what?”
it’s your turn to shrug. “i decided we’re sharing a terran birthday now. you and me. every year. so make a wish and we’ll blow the candles out together.”
he blinks at you, then at the cake, and then back at you.
“you better hurry,” you tell him. “otherwise we’re gonna get wax in the frosting.”
“why?” he asks hoarsely. there’s something urgent and aching in his voice, and it cuts you open a little bit. you shrug again.
“‘cause i’m happy you were born,” you tell him honestly. “glad that you exist and you’ve survived everything you’ve survived. and that you’re here now. with me.”
his eyes return to the cake — slowly. “all the chaos and random chance in the universe,” he quotes you, like the whole thing has him mystified and maybe a little perplexed. like the idea that you’re grateful for knowing him is an alien concept, but — needed. so needed.
“yup,” you agree.
“huh,” he utters softly. thoughtfully.
and then he inhales deeply and blows out all the candles at once.
you sputter on a laugh. “what the fuck, dude? we were supposed to blow ‘em out together.”
it’s dark, but there’s enough light filtering in that you can see him grinning up at you. “just wanted a guarantee on this frickin wish.” you can see his tail swishing behind him in the dark. “‘sides. i was promised bad singing, too.”
@lilfoxay ♡ i do realize im making a lot of assumptions with this but i hope you enjoy it anyway ♡ and that your birthday is absolutely delightful, and that your year brings you all the lovely little things you deserve, and that life just keeps getting better and better and better as you go. may every day bring you more loving people, more peaceful moments, more good food. may your future be full of happy adventures, beautiful books, plentiful inspiration — and the time & energy to write your words, the support & encouragement you need to share them. may you have so many opportunities for joy that sometimes it hurts in only the very best of ways.
i am glad you were born. i am happy you exist. i am grateful that you’ve survived everything you’ve e survived and that, in all the chaos and random chance in the universe, through all of space and time, we happened to cross paths. i consider myself very fortunate for that ♡♡
#lil winged fox#happy birthday you lovely midnight bonfire#may the future bring you so much peace#& community#&joy#& comfort#& good health#& good words#rfh fluff#rfh minific
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An old Memory
Pairing: Bucky x female reader
Summary: Because of an accident with time travel you found yourself back in time and find a younger Bucky and Steve – but will you find your way back home?
Warnings: a little melancholy, but happy ending
Word Count: ~1,5k
A/N: Christmas gifting is hard when you live so far away, so I decided to gift drabbles. They had to choose a number and didn’t know what for and @jenniweaslee decided on 7 and got the prompt “Someone is transported to a Christmas in a past century” and I knew immediately what to write. So I hope you enjoy it!
It was all Tony’s fault! And yours to be honest. When Tony had presented you the idea of time travel you had laughed in his face. But still you had agreed to try out his little experiment. What you hadn’t expected was that Bucky had walked into the lab and while you were supposed to think about five minutes earlier your thoughts were interrupted by the beautiful man in front of you. His smile that came across his face when he spotted you slipped once he saw you standing in Tonys ridiculous machine and the next thing you knew you stood on a street out in the open and someone ran into you.
“Steve, careful. We don’t run into beautiful women. I’m sorry for my friend. Are you okay?” The smile that you had just witnessed was right in front of you. Only the face was younger, without worry lines and it was more carefree. He took in your confused face. “I know Stevie here is a lightweight, but it seemed like he did some damage. Should we walk you home? And where’s your coat?”
You looked down at you, before you looked up into the eyes of the young man in front of you. You had seen a picture, yellow from the time and nothing prepared you for the color of his eyes. It wasn’t planned that you left the building, you should have thought about the lab – but now you stood in your casual clothes on a street with Bucky in his younger years in front of you.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” a voice next to Bucky said and only then you took in Steve. In no time the small guy had shed his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders with Buckys help. “I’m Steve and I’m very sorry for running into you. I guess I mustn't have been very attentive, my bad.” It was in no way Steve’s fault! But you couldn’t tell them that you had just come from the next century where they were still alive.
“So, where do you live, we’ll walk you home,” Bucky offered again. “Name’s James.”
“I don’t actually know where to go to,” you admitted. Why hadn’t you discussed anything with Tony? You had no idea how to get back home.
“Well then come with us. We were just on our way and it’s Christmas. We’re not going to let you on your own on the streets of Brooklyn on Christmas!” James decided and you must have nodded or at least not said anything against that plan as both of them were escorting you now.
Warmth was finally surrounding you, when you stepped into the flat. Low music was playing and a nice smell was greeting you.
“There are you boys. I thought you were lost! What took you so long?” A woman was walking into the already crowded hallway. “Oh, you brought a guest,” she said once she spotted you.
“Stevie ran into her, she was quiet in shock then and we couldn’t leave her there, could we?” James said as and walked towards the woman and kissed her cheek.
“Of course not!” She playfully slapped his arm with a towel. “Come in, dear. Make yourself at home. Steve, take her coat. It’s warm in here and I made cookies.” She was already turning around and walked back into the room where she came from.
“May I take the coat?” Steve asked and you needed to snap out of it.
“Yes, I’m sorry. Thank you,” you shrugged off your coat – or more like his. A short while later you were sitting on a small couch next to Sarah, Steve’s mom – while Bucky and Steve were sitting on cushions on the floor. It was crowded but cozy and you couldn’t help but notice that you got the prettiest cup of tea, while there was a split in Bucky’s and Steve’s was missing a handle. Music was playing in the background and a small tree was standing in the corner covered with tinsel.
“So, where are you from?” Sarah asked and patted your leg. No one had commented on your clothes, but you had noticed them looking at them.
“New York, but I’m afraid I’m a long way from home.” You noticed the snowflakes outside the window.
“Well, you can stay the night if you want to.” Steve’s glance shot to his friend immediately. “You ran into her; you can at least offer her your bed.”
“You shouldn’t invite strangers to your home just like that. I could be a serial killer.”
“Nah, you’re too sweet for that,” Bucky winked at you and you couldn’t help but to think about your Bucky as these were the exact same words he had said to you before.
“Don’t listen to him, he’s a big flirt,” Sarah chuckled. “And I have a good feeling about you.” She was looking between James and you and you couldn’t help but feel like she knew something.
In the end Sarah forced Bucky to go home and you were offered Steve’s bed while he was sleeping on the small couch. Although sleep didn’t find you as you were thinking about a plan to go back home. You had nothing on you except your clothes, not even a phone although you weren’t sure how that was even supposed to help you. Suddenly there was a noise at the window and before you knew it you were up and the window opened.
“Doll?” You heard him before you spotted him.
“Bucky?” You were looking at the version of him you knew better.
“We have to hurry before they see me. I wouldn’t know how to explain this.” In the dark you could make out that he pointed at himself. You didn’t hesitate to grab his outstretched hand and he helped you climbing out of the window and onto the fire escape.
“How did you find me?” you whispered in the cold night, afraid to wake someone, but too curious to hold the question in.
“I promise I’ll answer at home. Let’s go around the corner,” he pulled you along and you followed. In his hand was something that looked similar to the machine from Tony.
“Please think about the moment you disappeared and hold on tight.” He wrapped his arm around you and you felt that pull in your gut again as you did the first time.
“Oh thank me, it worked. I’m pretty sure Tinman would have killed me, if you hadn’t come back,” you heard Tony’s voice and spotted the lab you had seen many times. Warmth spread through you from Bucky who still had his arm wrapped around you and the comfort of modern heaters.
“How did you know where to find me?” you asked again.
“Well, I didn’t, but lover boy knew exactly where to find you,” Tony patted your arm and took the machine from Bucky.
“I don’t want to ask again.”
“I remembered you. You were always familiar, but I couldn’t place it when my memory is still hazy. When I saw you standing there in these clothes and Tony told me you were time travelling, I knew you were at Stevie’s place. You were there one Christmas day and when I came back the next morning you were gone. I thought I made you up, but Sarah looked at me and told me she knew I would see you again.”
“But what about Steve? He must have known me too?” You thought out loud.
You were confused and soon both of you bid Tony goodbye – after forbidding him to test it again and made your way to Steve. The blonde wasn’t surprised by your questioning.
“Of course I remembered you! Don't you remember my abstruse questions I asked you? I remembered your name and face, but you were only there for half a day. Left Bucky there broken hearted and that jerk begged me to make him a portrait of you. It is lost now I think, but... You want to know what irked me all the time? My mom always used to say that the two of you would find your way back to each other. How did she know?”
You walked over to him and put your hand on her shoulder. “She was wonderful and her cookies were phenomenal!”
“Her cookies were the best!” Bucky agreed.
“Do you think we could recreate them? I bet you helped making them,” you tried to cheer Steve up.
“I’m happy you found each other again.” Steve said.
“I’m happy about that too,” Bucky agreed and took your hand. “And I helped too, we should manage.”
In the end Steve and Bucky argued about the right amount of flour and it took you many years to get them right (and you refused Tony’s offer for a time travel to get it right) and preferred creating new memories.
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I would love to read something about your seamonster wives au, maybe them having a nice beach date?
Yay! I get to write for the wives! :D
Warning: mild transformation mentioned (so Crowley can look more human from her normal form)
On with the fic!
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Crowley was excited about today. Aziraphale had told her that she had a special surprise for her and to meet her when the sun was at its highest, which she said was noon.
All morning Crowley had swam close to their little patch of the beach, where only they really occupied, and waited rather impatiently for her angel. Crowley loved when Aziraphale had things for her, and she had spent hours trying to figure out what it could be. She ran out of ideas a while ago and was now fretting, swimming in circles to try and burn off the feeling.
Then her ear fins fluttered, catching the sound of someone humming, approaching. It was Aziraphale, it had to be!
Crowley grinned and slipped under the water, making her way to the shore. She felt the shifting of her scales along her torso and arms, shifting and changing to appear more like human flesh, minus a few patches.
Her skull shifted, taking on a much more human appearance, her nose coming in made her sneeze, hard, and she threw her head back, breaching the water. She snarled and shook her head, water spraying everywhere. She felt more human, tapping down her face and looking at her hands. Yep, human-y, even though she still sported her long tail. That required more effort, and a bit of human blood, but none of that today.
She looked at the shore, seeing Aziraphale was there, setting down something on the sand and rocks, her humming continuing. Aziraphale hadn't noticed Crowley yet and this made her grin as she swam closer.
"Angel!" She shouted once she was close enough and Aziraphale let out a squeal, turning sharply.
"Crowley! You scared the living daylight out of me!" Aziraphale tutted, putting a hand on her chest, but Crowley grinned, deciding not to apologize as she rolled onto her back, looking up at her human.
"Surprise?" She asked, holding up her hands, making grabbing motions. Aziraphale huffed, but then smiled as she stepped closer, standing above her now. Crowley's grabbing hands took a hold of Aziraphale's long skirts, giving a small tug.
"What do we say when we want something, dear?"
Crowley blinked. "Now?"
"No."
"Please!" She grinned, showing her inhuman teeth.
This made Aziraphale smile more. "There we go. I have your surprise." She gestured to the shore, where a large square of cloth, made of many different colors and patterns, laid on the ground. A basket was sat on it and Crowley flipped herself on her stomach, crawling over and looked at the set up with curiosity.
It took her a moment to register what this all was. She had seen humans do these sorts of things over the years, and Aziraphale a few times. "A picnic? For my surprise?" She asked, making excited clicks in her throat.
Golden eyes followed Aziraphale as the human sat herself down, adjusting the large hat she was wearing today. "Yes, your surprise is a picnic date!" She said as she reached out, tapping Crowley's nose.
The chirps were loud and there were sharp, delighted whistles coming from Crowley, for someone's sake, she sounded like a bloody dolphin, but she didn't care! Her tails flat end slapped the water a few times before she pulled herself to sit right next to Aziraphale.
She excitedly reached for the basket and started to dig into it, hearing Aziraphale laugh as she pulled out dried meats. Her happy noises were louder now as she pulled out more treats, like cheeses and little chocolate things, and what looked to be a cake of some sort! Oh, it smelled odd, kind of spicy, she bet it would be delicious.
And there was wine! Crowley bit down on the cork and yanked it right out with her teeth, spitting it out, and almost took a drink until Aziraphale gently took it from her. Crowley watched as her angel removed two glasses from the basket and poured the tasty liquid into them, then held out one to Crowley.
Crowley happily took it and did what she had seen humans do before, tap the glass against Aziraphale's. This earned her a happy, pretty laugh from her favorite human, and Crowley preened, then took a long drink.
"Lots of tasty eats." She said, looking at what she pulled out. Her English was getting better, she might need to steal more words, but she liked learning from Aziraphale.
"Oh yes, I prepared the basket with what I knew you enjoyed! The cake is a spice cake, and I think you'll enjoy it. I made it this morning, frosting and all!"
Crowley didn't know what frosting was, but Aziraphale had made her a cake, and she couldn't wait to devour it. But dessert was for after the meal, and she had lots of delicious looking things to sample, especially what she knew was dried fish!
She picked up a rolled, flatted piece and devoured it with delight. She ate two more pieces before turning to Aziraphale, kissing her cheek. "Mmmm, good surprise, love dates with my angel."
Aziraphale's plump cheeks were turning red and Crowley grinned, kissing them a few more times as Aziraphale laughed, then she returned to trying out the treats from the basket.
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Crowley's favorite human foods are cured meats and sweets, especially baked sweets.
And wine.
But that she learned to greatly enjoy from offerings back in The Old Days.
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Console Design- Can I have my cake and eat it too?
Recently I spilled the beans that I have a little hobby project slowly brewing away where I am designing a new game console. I'm still not ready to really properly pitch the whole thing, but between sharing that, explaining computer architecture, and seeing people's feedback, it keeps pushing itself towards the front burners over more practical projects I SHOULD be giving my focus to, and while people are paying attention, I might as well try to crowdsource answers to some questions I'm getting hung up on.
So... a lot of what I'm doing here is, I'll be honest, rooted in nostalgia for 16-bit consoles. There's a certain retro appeal to the look, speed, and general immediacy of 8-bit games, and more than plenty of support for making games that evoke that feel, and even recently made free dev tools for people to just make new games for older systems, and as I'm writing this, there is this massive renaissance going on with indie devs restricting them to the constraints of early polygonal-graphics-focused consoles, but we mostly skipped right past that 16-bit period, and all its hallmarks:
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2D graphics with more color-depth than people really knew what to do with. All sorts of hardware-level flashy effects like transparency, resolution changes, neat little raster effects. A soundscape of crunchy FM synth and sparingly used sampling with distortion effects. Just a little taste of support for polygonal graphics. Not enough to go all-in, but enough to make a nice spice here and there. A general push to show off with fancy jointed paper doll sprites, 3D effects from sprite-scaling, just... clear ambitions all over to make low res 2D eye candy. Plus everything was cartridge based, allowing people to add extra custom chips for things they really wanted that they didn't quite have the power for.
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So that's basically what I want to deliver here. A platform where you have more toys and tricks than you know what to do with if you're coming from 8-bit style stuff, but a real tricky set of restrictions to work around from a more modern approach, hopefully with its own look and sound. To that end I've been doing a ton of research into how some of those work... and a lot of it involves fun little tricks between scanlines. In particular, if you look at that mode 7 video above, right around 7:50, we've got this real eye-popping barrel distortion background. What's going on here, on a hardware level, is we have the ability to, essentially, apply one single image as a texture to a single parallelogram, which in this case is just taking a rectangular background and squishing it in towards the center then out towards its regular dimensions... but where doing that squishing and stretching between individual scan lines as we send the video out to the screen. Several changes to the shape before we've even finished rendering out one frame of the video, and tada, weird barrel.
Being able to support tricks like THAT, specifically, is a must-have feature for what I'm working on, and I'm pretty confident I can design the hardware with that exact capability... but the original hardware doing that was, to my understanding, very much working with the peculiarities of how a CRT worked and the exact number of operations it could get done while the beam was swiping back to the left to draw the next line, and I legitimately have no idea if tricks like this are even really possible if I slap together a similar chipset and send video out an HDMI cord to a modern display.
Like, I know I can fake that. I've got a Retron 5 hooked to a cheap flat panel TV with Castlevania 4 plugged in, but my understanding is that's actually emulating an SNES in software on some very-much-overkill for this sort of thing modern processor. What I would LIKE to do is build this with a chipset you really can push to its limits, hooked to modern display, and get this sort of effect. Because while I realize a big chunk of the audience for this sort of thing totally have nice well-maintained CRTs, I don't want to be married to hardware people no longer manufacture. And I'd rather not have some way more capable sub-processor wedged in here just to get the video output of whatever cheap fast legit 16-bit chipset I use otherwise to play nice with HDMI standards.
I'm still sort of in the dark about HDMI and modern display options, to be clear. And you know in a perfect world I'd like to have support built into this if you want to hook it to a CRT, but at the end of the day I need to pick an aspect ratio, and it's probably gonna be 16:9.
A similar fork in the road I may need to pick a lane for before I can really get going is looking at ASIC chips. What I'd really love is to be able to just point people at a design files for the casing and PCBs, and a warehouse of old mass-produced chips that sell for pennies, make the whole thing a neat little home electronics kit where the total price of everything is like, maybe $10 or $20 or something, you get out a soldering iron, and assemble it all yourself. But, I might need to custom design a chip or two in the end, and there's a chance it ends up being cheaper to just build literally the whole system on one chip. Simpler, easier to make a portable version of the whole thing, but it loses that DIY feel.
And of course there's also the risk that the overall architecture and chipset I'm looking at isn't going to have the oomph to do what I want it to do at a nice steady 60 FPS (maybe 120?) I'm just kind of assuming once I commit to a path I'll be able to find a dirt cheap chipset covering all the bases I need it to that'll hold up at a faster clock speed than consoles really ran at in the mid-90s. I want people to be able to do things smoothly that historically really had some slowdown, and you know, I AM planning to have a higher base resolution than the systems I'm taking inspiration from (maybe the same height but clearly more width).
And of course the real pain is going to be prototyping all this since none of it's going to work without hooking display AND something popped into a cartridge slot. I'm at least saving myself some headache starting with a controller I can at least test in other things, but wow there's gonna be so many different potential failure points to worry about at one step in here.
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For writing prompt - Lucian x Peter Vincent, spending Christmas together, Peter trying to make it a memorable occasion for Lucian, even though he normally spends it black out drunk…)
I don't know if either of these two would ever celebrate it, but the idea that Peter puts in an effort to try would be sweet, haha. He's just gonna do it his way, fitting his aesthetic and all that.
On with the fic!
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"I'm surprised to find you up and about, Peter." Lucian spoke as he watched his lover walking past to go to the fire pit room, carrying a box in his hands. The human stopped, looking at him, then looked away.
"Just... workin' on a project, gotta be up early to give me time to work on it."
"Right. Well, I figured you'd be sleeping in today, considering that you loudly told everyone that you would not work December twenty-fourth and fifth, and that you also demanded holiday pay anyway."
Peter muttered something under his breath, and Lucian just raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"
"Just said I'll nap later, bit busy!" Peter started to head to the other room. "Don't follow! Just... stay in the kitchen and livin' room area or whatever! I'll tell you when to come in when I'm good and ready!"
Lucian watched as his lover made his way to the other room, the box in his arms clattering about. It was a moment later before he watched the actor run back through the room, bare feet slapping at the stone floors, before he came rushing out of another room, carrying a longer, narrower box with him, still running.
The lycan had no idea what Peter was up to, but then again, Lucian never understood anything Peter did. So, he decided to do as he was told, to stay in the more homier part of their large flat, while Peter busied himself on the other side of it.
Faintly, he could hear Peter playing a movie from the other room, something he had watched a few times during the month of October, the one with the skeleton who stole Christmas.
Curious...
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"Alright," Peter's voice called from the other room, "you can come in, just don't laugh!"
Lucian set aside his laptop and the notepad he had been using to take notes over possible locations of vampire nests, and made his way to the fire pit. He was surprised by the sight inside.
That stupid man-sized dog bed was by the pit, covered in pillows and the like, which wasn't unusual. But next to it was something that was.
It was a fake, black pine tree, covered in an assortment of little items and baubles that seemed more fitting for a Halloween display than the holiday the tree was associated with. On top looked to be a plastic bat skull that Peter normally kept in the bedroom, and there was a string of blinking light on it. Under it were a few boxes, wrapped up in the gaudiest paper that Lucian had ever seen.
"It's a Christmas tree." Lucian said, staring at it, before noticing a few strings of faerie lights in different colors just lying about on the floor, all plugged in but clearly not hanging up.
Peter stood in the room, hands shoved into the pockets of his joggers, trying to make himself look like he wasn't embarrassed. "Look, I... I know you're not religious, got no reason to be, and neither do I outside of the fact that I know some holy and blessed items fuckin' dust vampires. And my typical Christmases are spent getting so drunk that I end up waking up on the twenty-eighth or somethin', or I'm out partying with other single, lonely people."
He shifted a bit, looking at the tree. "It's somethin' I ordered around Halloween, Americans really want Christmas to be every bloody holiday, so they had this black, cheapass tree and I figured it was way more fittin' for me than the traditional green. And I covered it in cool, spooky things, there's even a wolf charm on there. But... I dunno, I just thought it might be nice to actually celebrate the holiday again.
Ginger and I never bothered with it, she knew I wasn't a holly jolly fucker, and she just had be buy her a bunch of shit around the holidays and that was that. And I haven't had a decent Christmas since the one before my parents' murders, but, ya know... maybe you and I can have somethin' nice. Just the two of us."
"Peter..."
"I've got some peppermint schnapps, and I know the hotel has these packets of hot cocoa that have down at the continental breakfast buffet, so I snatched up some of those. And we can probably through on some stupid movie, watch some bullshit by the fire."
"Peter, this is-"
"But if you don't want, I totally understand, I'm not forcing you to do anything!"
Lucian had moved while Peter was rambling, and he reached out, putting a hand over Peter's mouth, silencing him. "I would love to do that."
Peter blinked. "Really?" He asked behind Lucian's hand, then removed it. "You're serious?"
"I do not understand the reason for the holiday, it seems to change often over the centuries, I remember when it was a time where people got very drunk all day and night and religion went out the window. But I would love to spend the night with you, doing as you suggested, it would be lovely."
"You really don't mind?"
"Not at all."
"That's... cool, very cool, uh, glad you're on board!" Peter nodded. "Oh! I also got you some stuff, but that's, for, like, the mornin'. Ya know, opening presents under the tree and all that."
Lucian frowned. "I don't have a present for you though, my love."
Peter turned to look at him. "It's gonna sound super cheesy to say this, but honestly? You being here, doing this corny as all hell stuff with me? That's a good enough present as any. Also, you made me that badass dagger last month, that totally counts!"
Lucian chuckled and kissed him on the lips. "Whatever you say. Now, shall we prepare these drinks? I'm sure you're looking forward to get drunk tonight anyway."
"Oh yeah, well, drunk enough that I won't forget it."
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I legit do not understand why we have Halloween Christmas trees here. I really don't. But it seems very fitting for Peter to have one.
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ok so: overall, i like the concept a lot, maybe bc it falls in line very well with their debut release (at least visually, i kinda hope we get like, a middle ground between fight inside and fireworks audibly, if u get me. like, calmer than fight inside, but hyper than fireworks) and i like that they're idk, staying consistent, it feels like they already know what image fits them well and that's nice. as for the fits, i like them all with the exception of seunghwan. im sorry i know he's your fave, but his outfit just feels a little strange to me, like the pants not matching and the headband and the left earring and... yeah. though i do kidna like the hair color, maybe if he gets a diff fit it'll be alright for me lmao. i have something to say abt yoel's sweater, but combined with the hairstyle he lowkey looks like one of the tj_beastboy fans i used to see all the time at school and uni so i can't hate it either, just wish the sweater had less/no motives on it (maybe they shouldve straight up given him tj_beastboy merch lol) nd like he has that same earring seunghwan has but here it makes sense to me bc of the overall look idk. i love what they did with eunjun's hair but the outfit... its not bad, but i feel like somethings missing. idk im not a stylist but maybe i wouldve slapped some pink-purple bandages on his knees lmao. wooyoung, seunghyun and doryun i have nothing to complain about though, they all look really good with the lone skater looks. i mean, wooyoung kinda doesnt have that going on, but he looks good with the other two to me. nyways that was really long i apologize but those r my thoughts!! nd yours?
i get what u mean !! they’ve def found their own little thing, nd i’m so 🥰 it really does fit them, so i’m super glad they’re sticking w/it <3 does seem like they’re leaning back toward fight inside-esque vibe, so it wouldn’t be too terribly surprising if they ended up matching it in sound …. though like you said, it would b pretty cute if they ended up doing something that’s like .. an in-between fight inside & fireworks.
and no worries abt not liking hwan’s 🥹 it’s a bit better than what they gave him for fireworks (🫠), but it’s still . messy like . they keep doing that w/him nd it’s so djdbdj — WHY !!!😭 they haven’t rlly styled him right since debut nd for the life of me i just . don’t know why <\3 nd yoel’s … going to b real honest nd say i don’t have Any Idea who u are referencing, however i can kinda get what u mean like ?? it’s very . he’s cute, but it’s . a wee … idk — there’s a flatness there (outside his makeup/hair) that’s v . idk … they could’ve made him match a bit better w/out the sweatshirt JEBDJD — nd also i can see what u mean abt feeling like there’s something missing with eun’s .. like it’s almost perf, but it feels a little . Empty.? like there’s a gap in accessories that’s like . a little too noticeable this time ‘round, which is super strange. :<
but w/seunghyun’s + wooyo’s + doryun’s, they somehow nailed it … to me … like they r so cute, nd they all look/feel a bit more .. comfortable / natural ? like if that makes sense .. really don’t have any abt their outfits. ^^
#nd never apologize for sending long messages !! i enjoy reading ur thoughts + love having discussions so . <3#cartoonishvendor#*bbiemail
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hello!! can i ask for a yuki sohma x reader fic where they visit ayame & mine only for them to force the reader to play dress up? :O
Here you go, Annon! I hope this is to your liking!
Dress Up (Yuki Sohma x Reader) FLUFF
“Thank you for coming with me, (y/n).” Yuki spoke quietly, his eyes looking straight ahead as you both walked towards Ayame’s shop. You looked towards him, your face adorning a soft smile as you stared at the man in front of you.
“Anytime, Yuki! Besides, I heard he makes the most adorable clothes ever!” You said excitedly, after getting to know the Sohma’s through a class project you had to work on for two months with Tohru, Kyo and Yuki, you heard a lot about the wonderful designs of Ayame Sohma. You met him once, that time he came to visit his darling brother, and was enamored with his ideas. Even throwing a few out yourself, though you doubted someone like him would take any of your ideas into consideration.
“You didn’t have to come with, you know.” Again, the words were spoken calmly and quietly.
“I know I didn’t, but I wanted to. I wanted to see his shop anyway and the most important reason is because you’re my friend! I’d do anything for you.” This time he did look at you, his eyes widened a fraction in surprise at your statement. Your eyes twinkled in adoration and you couldn’t help the small laugh that coaxed its way out of your mouth. “Don’t act all surprised, Yuki. I don’t walk with just anyone to a shop I could never afford out of the blue.” His lips twitched upwards slightly and a soft smile graced his face, he hummed.
“I would hope not. That would be very dangerous.” You giggled again and playfully slapped his shoulder.
Ten minutes later, the two of you arrived at Ayame, obviously named after the owner. It was a cute little costume shop that had you jumping on the balls of your feet. “Finally!” You entered the shop before Yuki and began to look at everything you saw. Maid outfits, bunny ears with a fluff tail sewn onto the butt of the leotard, even a sexy dragon fit with spikes and a head dress that looked like an actual fire was aflame on top of it.
“Yuki!” A voice sung out across the shop, there, standing in all his glory, Ayame Sohma. His silvery white hair, long and flowy from the top of his head down his back, his eyes sparkling like pools of water in the sun on a summer day. He greeted the younger brother with a warm hug that you were secretly jealous of not being a part of. “Oh! (y/n)! How wonderful to see you again! My dear, it has been way too long!” Ayame sang loudly in the mostly empty shop as he came over and patted you on the head.
“Ayame!” Another voice sang out followed by a bounding brunette in the cutest maid costume you have ever seen. It fit her perfectly and now you were jealous of her cuteness. “Oh! Is this your brother!?” She yelled happily as she made her way over to the still quiet Yuki. “And you must be his friend!” She spoke as she bounded over to you.
“Yes, I’m (Y/n). It’s very nice to meet you…..?”
“Mine! Oh my god! Ayame! Let's dress her up!” Mine jumped up and down animatedly, quite pleased with the idea of dressing you up.
“Oh! What a wonderful idea, Mine!”
“Um, I don’t think that's a good ide-'' But Yuki was cut off by Ayame and Mine dragging you to the back room. Yuki stood there surprised by how quick the whole situation transpired. He decided to sit down and stare at the colorful fabrics and beautiful patterns of cloth and patches that were scattered about the room.
After some time had passed, Yuki stood, ready to march back to the back room where you were kidnapped too. Afraid that maybe his brother and his wild assistant had done something to you, but before he could take a step the door opened and Ayame and Mine stood proudly, faces adorning wide grins and eyes that sparkled in the bright lights. Stepping aside to show you off, Yuki was at a loss for words when his beautiful lavender eyes focused on you, his cheeks matched yours with vibrant red blushes. There you stood, a cotton white dress with a heart shaped neckline, the dress stopping about mid thigh with a frill of baby pink lace poking about an inch underneath, white thigh-high stockings with baby pink bows trimming the tops and matching white flats adorning your feet. The whole look was topped off with a fluffy white headband with bunny ears and if you turned around, a small cute white cotton tail attached to your backside. Your hair was down with light beach waves and your make up was done simple and natural, bringing out all the beautiful, natural beauty your features already had.
“Doesn’t she look absolutely adorable!?” Mine squealed, happy that she had a part to play in it.
“Absolutely delectable! Don’t you think, brother?” Yuki was at a loss for words., just staring at you like you were the only person in the entire universe.
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“Thank you again, Ayame and Mine! I had so much fun!” You called to the two wonderful designers as you and Yuki left to head back to the Sohma estate.
“You really did look quite adorable.” Yuki said quietly as you two headed away from the shop. You blushed again and slightly nudged his shoulder, a silent ‘Thank you’ and ‘Stop, you're embarrassing me’. Yuki chuckled and subtly linked his pinky finger with yours.
“I’m always down for playing dress up.” You winked, locking your pinky with his.
#fruits basket#yuki sohma x reader#yuki sohma#reader instert#fluff#dressing up#request#annonymous request
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Thought process and easter egg on the Digimon Anniversary Illustration!
Hello everyone, today I feel like explaining some stuff over my Digimon Illustration, mostly why I drew thing this way or point out some little details and easter eggs you might have missed. ;)
Click on read more if you want a LENGTHLY explanation with a lot of rambling from me, or if not you can just enjoy the process gif. <3
The Digimon illustration was a special one for me for different reasons. Firstly, obviously, Digimon! It was a show I grew up with, and I find it quite fitting that after a tough year of graduation movie under a pandemic, in which I really experienced the pain of growing up, I ended up finding back Digimon.
Secondly, as a child, I remember spending HOURS looking for fanarts online! I would save all the ones I found pretty and keep them preciously, i still have the folders actually haha. While pursuing art, I always had in mind thatI wanted one day to make a fanart my child self would have gone crazy over! And, i think I achieved that with that one haha.
Anyway LET’S START! Shall we?
First off : the illustration process
When I do an illustration I always do a quick draft first, and most of the time, in colors. I think I’m more of a “color” person than a “line” person, I tend to need to see colors quickly in order to see if it’s ok.
For this one, I’ve always had in mind it would be a double illustration, with the older Tai’s silhouette acting as a frame for the children illustration. It was a bit tricky, I had to make the children illustration fit nicely into his silhouette, it was hassle around the neck area, that’s why I made little Taichi stand up haha. Also used Mimi’s hat to balance the picture : the bottom part is very heavy and there’s only sky in the upper part, adding the hat helps making it more balanced.
The character were the longest and the most challenging part by far. As you can see I had 3 different steps : super rough, they’re almost like stickmen and smiley face, a more detailled one in which I figure out their actual pose and anatomy, then a last one in which I fix some proportion, add details and clean. Fun fact I don’t clean over a new layer... i just erase the unwanted part of my sketch. :’D
I did a quick pass over the BG after that, then I colored the characters in flat colors before rendering them. It was a back and forth between the BG and the characters to make sure everything was working together nicely.
Now was the time to render the BG, I did the tramway first, the flower field after. Fun fact, I did my flower field study in order to know how to approach the flowers in this illustration! If your have the time, i totally recommend finding a photograph close to the kind of BG you wanna do, and make a study of it so you can try your hand at it first and go into your own BG later with an idea of how to approach this.
Adjust colors, add flower petals and butterflies and emotional text, slap over a paper texture, and THERE. You have it! On to the next part now...
The meaningful details and easter eggs
Be aware there will be spoilers for Digimon Adventure 01 (but I assume you already know it), but also for Digimon Adventure : Last evolution Kizuna, which is the conclusion of the first serie. So read at your own risk!
The tramway is obviously a reference to the end of Digimon Adventure 01. The kids used it to go back to their world, so It was their goodbye to their Digimon at this moment. In Kizuna, Tai and Matt find the tramway trapped in crystal in Menoa’s fake memory world. Hinting that had they been caught by her, their memories would have brought them back here.
Tailmon has Kari’s whistle! At the end of Digimon Adventure 01, Kari gives it to her as a memento.
When I drew Sora, I had in mind how she was in Kizuna, very stressed out by her mom’s expectation, which led her to neglect Piyomon. She realized it too late, and after that she refused to fight because she wanted to keep Piyomon with her as long as possible. Tragically, she was the first one to lose her Digimon. Here I tried to convey a softness and a kind of “I won’t forget to appreciate you” vibe in the way she holds Piyomon’s hand. As for Mimi and Palmon, in Digimon adventure 01 Palmon was very emotionally affected by Mimi’s departure, so, a hug was fitting. :’)
The screens on the Tramway display DA for Digimon Adventure, and also 01.08.1999 which is the date of the children’s journey’s beginning. :)
The little drawings also show the 8 crests.
There are butterflies flying over the illustration, it’s a reference to Butter-fly, the first Digimon opening, by the late Koji Wada.
"I'll become a happy butterfly, and ride on the glittering wind, I'll come and see you soon. “
Now, let’s the see the counterpart of the illustration. The one with the grown up Tai from Kizuna.
I made him wear the hoodie he had in his very last adventure with Agumon.... but truthfully the reason is that I think hoodies are cool lol. And the hood’s volume gave me more space in the silhouette, which made it easier for me to do the other illustration inside.
You don’t see it clearly, but he is holding his Digivice, albeit the darkened version once his partner bond with Agumon is broken. The Tai in this illustration has already lost Agumon. (Yes it was painful for me to go fetch the screenshots)
He is also holding his dear signature google he used to wear as a child. Fun fact, I rewatched the older movies, and as a kid he even used to sleep with it, how cute haha.
Also yes, the crest of Courage over his hand, which is his own. I’m so dumb I realize I should have made the time counter from the movie instead of the crest for a maximum emotional hurt impact.
And the quote is from one of the trailer for Kizuna, I think.....................
But then you go : Oh that illustration is so depressing then! Well. Yes. But no. but yes. But not really.
One of my favorite shot of the movie is this one : this is after Tai and Agumon learn their time together is limited. Agumon asks him if they will have to go separate ways once Tai is all grown up. Tai doesn’t answer, and takes him to eat something instead, as Agumon was hungry. In this shot Agumon eats to his heart content next to Tai, who’s not eating at all and just watches him fondly. I love that the framing doesnt show agumon. It’s a foreshadowing of their unavoidable separation.
At the very end of the movie, Tai write in his thesis about Human and Digimon’s relationship that Agumon was like a part of himself.
In a way, Agumon symbolizes childhood, the carefree days we would spend as a kid, with our big dreams and hopes. When you grow up, you tend to forget those simple emotions because you get swallowed into the stress of studies, figuring out your carreer, your life path. Just like us, Tai forgot this part of himself. In the madness of growing up, he lost Agumon.
However, it’s not the end. He will pick himself back up. He will move forward in life despite his worries and incertainities, and he will find himself again. Therefore, he will find Agumon again. The kids in the illustration are waving goodbye, but it’s not goodbye, it’s a see you later.
In the meantime, Tai is holding on to these precious memories, until they meet again.
#Digimon#Digimon adventure#Yagami Taichi#Digimon adventure : last evolution kizuna#illustration process#kinda analysis#listen im actually writing this for myself#I spend 4 days on that illu with a lot of feels and I need to write them down#This is basically what my close friends have to endure each time I get an obsession
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Do you have any tips for coloring/shading? I always love how your colors look cause they're really nicely saturated but still well balanced
oh boy do I have some very strong opinions about color lmao
First, I’m morally obligated to mention that there are 8 million ways to approach digital color, so these are really just the Thots going through my head when I’m working on a given thing. For the sake of this rant, I’m gonna use this scribble of Kara and Lena from last fall, because it’s simple enough that I can easily illustrate some key points.
Most of the ideas I’ve outlined are about shorthand techniques that can easily and quickly use color to your advantage when you’re trying to sell the environment your characters are in. I’m not a painter, and painting is absurdly difficult, but we can use digital software to our advantage and consider how a painter would approach when lighting a figure/object/environment. Too many shortcuts are >:( but a few quick and simple habits can go a long way in finishing and posting a quick drawing you don’t want to spend hours rendering.
1. Pure black almost never exists in nature, and similarly, you will almost never need it.
Most illustration aims to “sell” a perceivable, believable space. While this is not everyone’s goal, most of what I draw is finished with an at least semiconscious goal of appearing touchable. Pure black is a guaranteed way to take away from that, because we almost never see it in nature. The darkest point in this particular drawing is Lena’s (terrified, dead) eyes, and it is only about 80% black and has some red/orange in it to help unify with the rest of the darks in the piece.
Here, locking my drawing layer and scribbling in some browns, blues, and even whites goes a long way to mesh the figures with their environment, especially because the background is lineless.
Here’s what this same drawing looks like with pure black lines. I would argue that this version does a disservice to the steps I’ve taken to light the figures, and it’s flattening the brightly lit outdoor space I’m trying to imply. There’s a whole additional essay about how lines play into this as well, so that’s a pretentious argument for another day.
2. Local color will rarely reach above 50% saturation.
Here’s the drawing with all the lighting work I’ve done removed (barring a few highlights I’m too lazy to turn off). In illustration, “local color” is referring to the color of a given object at the most neutral lighting possible.
The most heavily saturated element here is the artificial red on Kara’s cup, which makes sense! Printed logos, light up colored signs, things that are generally hard-sided and man-made will be more saturated. The next most saturated object here, and the only other local color exceeding 50% is Lena’s coat.
The rest of the clothing, skin, and hair falls between 10% and 35%. A neutral base gives you a lot of room to work with when you start lighting. It’s easier to go richer in digital than it is to accurately reel your colors in. Like any other kind of contrast, saturation can be used to pop points of interest, and if your entire canvas is TURBO SATURATED, none of it actually is. Also you’re hurting my eyes.
3. Natural light is cool, artificial is warm.
As humans, we spend 99% of our time either seeing the world lit by the sun, or by a lightbulb. Light from the sun is cool and generally diffused because it has passed through our atmosphere. Interior lighting tends to be warm and direct, casting clear shadows that come from a very specific light source.
Even if we remove the background, you would probably assume that Kara and Lena are outside based on the light temperature. Blue and orange are opposites on the color wheel, so an orange-tinted shadow (warm) will by effect make all the lighter colors look blue-ish (cool)! Pretty much all the shadows on these figures are just a faint orange Multiply layer. You’ll also notice a faint blue gradient over Kara’s shoulder to emphasize the approximate point where the sun is in the sky.
In short, cooler light and warmer shadow will imply that the setting is outdoors. Warmer light and cooler shadow will imply that the setting is indoors. It’s a fast and easy way to communicate character location.
4. Skin is weird.
If I’m just slapping some flat colors down and don’t plan to do much painting, facial features and skin have a lot of complex undertones, so if I don’t want to get into too much detail, a splash of red on the nose and around the eyes, a bit of color on the lips, translucent ears, can all go a long way to making flesh look more like flesh and less like barbie plastic.
5. Atmospheric perspective is much more important than grid (1/2/3 point) perspective.
This is relevant to color because color is the best way to easily portray atmosphere and the passage of space. Especially when your setting is outdoors, objects’ colors should become cooler and less saturated as they recede in space. The closer an object is to the camera, the more contrast you’re going to see in hue (position on the rainbow), saturation (richness of the color), and value (light vs dark).
#don't invite me to talk about art because I will wax poetic like an asshole for thousands of words#and there will be nothing you can do to stop me#mine#Anonymous
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Omg blurb requests yay! Could you write a smut blurb where the member just wants to suck on your boobs? Like, they just wanna relax by sucking on your boobs and just snuggling up against them and leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your neck and chest rnjemskskms. Thanks<~~ (i want it with Jisung but ik that some blogs are uncomfortable with writing smut for Jisung, so if you’re also uncomfortable with it then just write it with Ten or Mark 💓)
unfortunately I am one of the accounts that isn’t comfortable writing for jisung. maybe one day in the far far future but for now no and I’m sorry! but since I have a very nipple play centric thing with ten already let’s go with mark!
In the bottom drawer, shoved to the left. Exactly where his burgundy button up should have been ever since you got him into the habit of color coding his clothes when putting them away.
And Mark was amazing at organizing them! Taking the time to consider them intensely before putting them away even though you laugh at him every time and tell him you never intended for it to be that serious. But it is that serious, and always correct, so why isn’t his shirt there now?
He huffs quietly to himself, accepting the defeat in the form of a drawer that was one shirt hollow, before he slowly stands and starts to drag his body down the hall of your shared apartment and towards the living room.
His chest feels a little lighter when he sees you there. Your body lax and limbs scattered as you lay on the couch staring at the dancing pixels of the television.
You were so pretty to his suddenly swelling heart, your face clean, your muscles loose, your fingers tapping gently against the fabric of the couch, and your body beautifully decorated with his nice burgundy shirt.
“Man I should have known,” he huffs playfully, dropping his body on the space of the couch right below your stretched out legs.
You let out a curious grunt, your eyes still glued to the drama of some reality show Mark had never seen as you shift your body down until the soles of your feet press to his thigh and his hand circles your ankle.
“I was looking everywhere for this shirt. I could have sworn it was in my drawer, but still I checked my dirty clothes, the bathroom, everywhere. But would you look at that,” he pauses dramatically as he gently slaps the flesh of your exposed thigh.
“Is it the one I’m wearing right now?” You ask with an air of shame, your face finally turning towards him as you pull at the collar.
“Yes, my love,” he laughs quietly in a relieved kind of way, happy and entertained that you finally caught up.
“Ah shit,” you mutter, moving to sit up, “I just grabbed one I’m sorry I should have asked. Do you want it back?”
“I would like it back,” he nods, moving closer, “How long have you been wearing it?”
“All day,” you pout, “but unless you need it urgently, I have laundry going right now and can throw it in the wash when those are done?”
“That’ll work,” he nods, pushing slightly against your chest until you’re laid flat again, and he crawls towards you until his head is resting on your chest, “what are you even watching though?”
“I have no idea,” you reply, getting comfortable under his weight as you push your fingers into his hair, “some trash show.”
You only get a hum in response, as he lets his body melt and his eyes wander. His ear is pressed tightly to your shoulder, giving him a perfect view of your collarbones and the dip of your sternum under the stiff fabric.
He doesn’t know for sure how long it’s been since you started the laundry, but he knows it wasn’t running before he left to go search for the shirt, so that tells him it couldn’t have been going for long. He wouldn’t want to distract you from your chores, but since it seemed like you had a hefty amount of time for a break…
He has little interest in being discreet, the arm that’s not trapped under his weight lifts gently, before he moves to push his fingers below the collar until they brush against your sternum and neck.
You shiver, his soft touch being more ticklish than he anticipated, but he doesn’t regret it as it makes you body shift and exposes more of your neck.
“Just taking my shit without asking,” he scolds you with zero malice in his tone, “what am I going to do with you.”
The fingers you have wrapped in his hair tighten, anticipating the moves that will follow his words.
The anticipation doesn’t last long before he pops the first bottom, and the next, and the next.
You’re grateful for a lot of things. The very few buttons you clasped when putting on the shirt, the fact that you didn’t bother with wearing anything but a pair of thin shorts along with it, and mostly, the way his tongue feels when it dips between your collarbones.
“Mark,” you whine his name as he drags his tongue across the center of your chest, his blunt nails scraping at the side of your neck.
He shushes you quickly, “watch you show,” he whispers, the syllables becoming muffled against your skin.
He’s a fool, you think. A very aware fool, because there’s no way he genuinely believes you can sit and watch the airheads that dance around with bad decisions on the screen. Especially when he starts to move across where your chest swells, his mouth opening to deliver heated kisses and the occasional deep bites.
You’re partially aware that you start to guide him. Your fingers still wound tight in his locks, tight enough that when you tug he lets out a lovely whine.
He knows where you want him, and admittedly he wants to be there too, but he takes a moment. He resists the strength of your hand, ducking down below your chest to get to your rib cage. He bites harshly, harsher than any of the other biting he gave on his journey to the thin, sensitive skin he holds between his teeth now.
You yelp, your chest jerking higher in the air as he sucks the flesh into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the irritated skin. He goes until you both know how intense of a mark he had left on you, and after one last bite, he moves up with a gasp to give much similar treatment to your neglected nipple.
You hum in relief, your hips tilting into the air as you feel something familiar pool in your belly. Your thighs tremble, and when you squeak in slight pain, he laughs against your skin.
His hand moves up your neck, brushing under your jaw and across your cheek, and when his fingers push against your slightly open mouth, you welcome them happily.
He moves them deep enough into you mouth that they make you gag slightly, the vulgar noise exciting him in a way that he didn’t express visually or audibly, but you knew had him dancing in his mind.
He pushed against your tongue, coating his fingers in your spit as he all but fucked into your mouth with the digits. And it wasn’t until he could see the singular tear roll down the side of your face in his peripherals, did he finally pull his fingers out.
He knocks the small amount of fabric that still covered you out of his way before brushing his fingers over and around the nipple that wasn’t latched in his mouth.
He coats your skin in your own saliva, letting the cool air of the room cause the skin to perk and pebble. And once he’s satisfied, he pinches the skin tightly between his fingers, and tugs roughly.
It’s’ between the whining moans and gasps from your chest that you hear it, or stop hearing it rather. The washing machine in the next room slows its shaking and comes to an end, and without thinking you quietly gasp out words to acknowledge this.
Mark leans up and away to your disappointment, turning his head to listen for the appliance even though he trusts you to know that its cycle is done.
“Hmm,” he hums as he thinks, looking down at the shirt you still wear, but is wrinkled and spread out around you, “well right now all it has is a little spit, might as well dirty it more before we wash it.”
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“You’ll Love Me in the Morning”
(Miya Atsumu 18+)
A/N: I’ve had this idea for a while. It’s based off this guy I knew who was a pain in the ass to deal with and I was sure he’d kill me. He didn’t though, so now this exists. Full circle, yeah?
(CW/TW: Yandere!Atsumu, [I don’t like that term for this, but it describes it well enough, I suppose???], Incel!Atsumu [??????], Non-con, Sadism, Crying, Recording, Kidnapping, A dash of Misogyny, Spitting, Slapping, Punching, Kicking, Fighting, Strangulation, Borderline snuff [but no actual death], Mind-break???, Name-Calling, !!THIS IS FUCKED UP!!, Bad proofreading but I tried my best<3, please tell me if there’s a mistake somewhere.)
Atsumu is a demented heathen and you finally have to face what you’ve picked up on for so long. This isn’t shocking. You told everyone he was weird. Why didn't they believe you?
You thrash violently against his hold as he drags you back to his bedroom by your hair. His grip is strong and unwavering. You throw punches at his arms and try to dig your heels into the ground, that only earns you a harsh tug forward.
“You fucking weirdo! Let me go!” You yell at him but he doesn’t even spare a glance over his shoulder to be face to face with your indignation.
You start to fight even harder, with more fury when he grabs the door handle to his room. You know you don’t want to go back in there and you fear you’ll never come back out if you do. You dig your nails into his forearm as you kick at his legs. You're screaming your lungs out, hoping to god that someone hears you and comes to your rescue.
Where does that get you? Nowhere.
It takes the athlete so little effort to throw your struggling body to the floor of his room and slam the door behind himself. For a second, the fight’s knocked right out of you and you're silent as you see his menacing figure loom over you.
The expression on your face is that of a deer in headlights— Atsumu can’t help but feel a little pleased and sadistic.
He looks amused, like this is all a game to him. He wears that same cocky smirk, but his eye’s are no longer gentle, there’s a darkness behind them that you know for a fact you would've picked up on had it been there before.
Why did you agree to come here?
“I want to go home, Atsumu.” You declare sternly as you get back to your feet and meet his eyes. Really though, you don’t think you can keep this facade up. Your heart is beating out of your chest and the only thing keeping you on your feet and not shaking about is will power. “Where are my clothes?” There’s demand in your voice, but you’re sure even Atsumu can hear it waver.
“Come on, baby,” He steps toward you and for every one of his steps forward you take one step back. Soon enough you're pressed up against his wooden bed frame. “Just be good for the camera.”
You eye it, the red light signaling that its recording from on top of his tv stand across thee room.
“No!” You push at his chest. It’s pure muscle. Even through the fabric of his black shirt you can feel it. You can’t fight him, but you’re not going to give up.
“Why not?” His voice is honeyed. He lifts your head by your chin and lets his thumb run over your bottom lip. His eyes meet yours and they’re filled with feigned compassion, like he hadn’t just thrown you to the floor. “I’ve been so nice to you.”
“Because I don’t want this. I don’t want to be here anymore.” You were supposed to be hanging out but you woke up with your clothes gone and hidden away. “Atsumu, I rejected you. Why don’t you get it?” You stare daggers right back into his brown eyes, but he just chuckles and harshly presses his lips to yours.
Your hands hastily grab onto the fabric of his shirt as you fall back onto his bed, his lips not leaving yours for a second. His large frame traps you under him. Your hands are flat against his chest as you try to push him off. It’s useless, you feel him smile against your lips as he uses one hand to grab both of your wrists and hold them away from himself. Quickly enough, your legs come up to kick at him. It’s doesn’t last very long. You whimper into his lips as a strong hand comes down to slap your thigh. It stings like hell and has you relenting immediately.
“Kiss me back.” He demands breathily, only parting for a second to look you in the eye and tell you what to do.
Needless to say, you refuse.
That only has him sitting up, and slapping you silly when you don't comply.
He holds your arms firmly and whales on you. He’s saying something about you being a “disrespectful and unappreciative bitch”. You can barely hear him—not over your small whines as you try to turn your head and wriggle away from him. He slaps you about ten times before he stops.
He lets you go— moves off of you, and you hastily move to the headboard. Maybe if you don’t actually try to run he won’t hurt you anymore.
“Atsumu-”
“What happened to ‘Tsumu?” Even if you weren’t looking each other dead in the eyes the smile he wore would be more than obvious in his voice.
There you go with that deer in headlights look again like you’re the victim, he thinks to himself. He’s the one with the broken heart; not you.
He moves himself closer to you, officially giving you no where to go or run to. He’s right between your legs when he leans forward to kiss you again. You still don’t reciprocate.
“Yer bein’ difficult,” He scolds, lacing his hand in your hair and yanking you to the side. Your heads cocked uncomfortably but you still keep your eyes on him.
“Please let me go.” Your voice isn’t strong anymore more, you’re practically begging.
You don’t even see it because you flinch when he does it but you feel it. His spit lands, frothy, thick and disgusting on your cheek.
“Stop asking that shit, yer not goin’ anywhere.” Your body tenses. Your hands come to your chest, almost curling in on yourself, when you feel his hand strike your tits— each once, individually. “Say you love me.” He yanks your hair again.
He pinches your thigh when you don’t respond quickly enough.
You just jerk away from the feeling.
Your first tear falls upon the realization that you’re not getting out of this and they seemingly never stop coming afterwards.
He lets go of your hair and your first move is to try to run away from him. You make it barely past his shoulder when he slams you down onto his mattress again. Your head bumps into the headboard on the way down, but he pays that no mind.
The struggle is violent, you’re scratching him like a wild animal and none of your kicks land solidly on any part of him. He slaps and punches you several times telling you to knock it off, but not once do you relent. He ends up with his palm flat against your face pressing you down firmly into the mattress as he pulls his sweats and boxers down and positions himself at your entrance.
You feel the head of his dick smooth right between your folds and you feel the wetness of his precum spread along with it. For the first time, your hit lands solid. You slap him across the face and bite his palm.
The only thing you see is his displeased face before your world is made a spinning blur by his fist meeting with the side of your head, it’s filled with way more violence than the last few times. Then he lands one of your stomach and it knocks the air out of you right before he guides himself into you.
You try to scream, but the sounds not there. It feels like he is tearing you apart from the inside. You twist in agony and you can hear him laughing at you. Then he moves himself and the pace is brutal. He wants you to hurt, he doesn't have to say it.
His calloused hands wrap around your throat and squeeze tightly. You're going to die; Atsumu is going to kill you.
You flounder beneath him but he pays it no mind. Moans spill from his lips like he’s enjoying himself.
“Baby, I’ve wanted this for so long,” He looks you dead in the eyes with that cruel smile. “But you don’t know how to give men what they want, do you?” Your mouth hangs open when you try to gasp for air— he takes the opportunity to spit right onto your tongue. “Been so nice for so long, but incompetent bitches like you wanna play hard to get. Hate that shit.” His grip on your throat loosens for a second; you manage to get a little air right before he tightens both hands right back again.
Now it feels like he’s trying to ram his dick right past your cervix. Bug eyed and terrified, you shake your head. It hurts so fucking bad.
“Yer bleedin’, ya know?” It’s a low chuckle. When he looks down to see where your bodies meet, then looks back up at you, he smiles. “Sluts like you deserve it. Pussy’s gunna be destroyed for anyone else who tries to use it.” His grip is now impossibly tight and you’re sure this is it. You’re sure he’s going to kill you.
This is no way to go. You don’t want to die like this, with Atsumu violating you and your lungs burning. You kick at his sides and its weak along with your slaps to his forearms and scratches at his face. Still, his skin is marked red and on the verge of bleeding in some areas.
You're coughing and trying to sit up but he slams you back down by your neck. Drool starts to fall from the corner of your mouth and you want to beg him but you can’t. Your hands squeeze at his forearm, trying to appeal to his better nature.
He just calls you a weak little bitch. “Should learn to smile for the camera, yer gonna be my little snuff star soon.” He beams. You squeeze his arm even harder, the pads of your fingers are sure to leave bruises.
As your tunnel vision starts to kick in he lets go and shoves two of his fingers into your mouth. You choke around them as you try to catch your breath.
Your body’s limp and you’re not fighting him anymore, you’re just coughing viciously around his fingers as the worlds color comes back to you.
“Stop cryin’” He reprimands as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth to slap you. The delivery is as rough as ever but you’re too dazed to register it fully; you just let out a painful mewl. You hadn’t even realized you were still crying, but it’s even worse now. You feel the snot pooling around your upper lip. “Yer not fuckin’ dead. What the fuck are you still doing that for.”
Your chest feels heavy as you stop coughing and gasp for air. Your throat hurts, your strength is gone, but you’re alive and sure there’s a god. There has to be, you were sure Atsumu would kill you. Still, Atsumu is ramming himself right into your cervix like he’s going to magically break past it.
You muster up just enough strength to pull your self away from it with your elbows, but he pulls you back down onto it and holds you by your waist. You can feel the wetness of his fingers covered in your spit pressed against your skin. You sob out hoarsely, but there's little sound and he smirks.
Your hand viciously taps at his shoulder and you shake your head; tears are still falling. You try to tell him that it hurts, but when you open your mouth to speak, “hur-” is all you manage before your sound is gone and your throat aches. He’s destroyed you.
He gets the message.
“I don’t care if it hurts.” He furrows his brows. “Fucking me is a privilege and you’ll like whatever I give you.” Right when he says that his rhythm falters and he starts to loose himself in the pleasure of being wrapped in your heat.
“Fuck, ahhh-” He moans out, head coming down into your neck. His lips press against you in a wet kiss and you can feel the heat of his breath against you. “Should get you pregnant, it’s not like you’re goin’ anywhere.” He says before he bites into your shoulder and cums inside you with a guttural moan. Your back arches off the mattress and you feel his palm flatten against your stomach between you and him before he forcefully pushes you back down.
Atsumu doesn't know what he’ll do with you or the video quite yet. He lays on top of you panting heavily and in deep thought.
He could keep you? Yeah, he’ll keep you. He could post the video? No, that’s for him to watch and show you when you piss him off.
He’s going to make your life hell from now on until you learn to love him.
“Say you love me.”
“I love you.”
#yandere miya atsumu#yandere atsumu#yandere haikyuu#atsumu smut#astumu x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#this boy still haunts my nightmares and its been years#guess its kinda funny now tho#fearing for my life in the presence of a man...#he could've at LEAST been attractive#but I'll spare you all the details
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𝓒𝓾𝓽! 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝓦𝓻𝓪𝓹!
"Good Morning everyone! How are you doing this fine morning?"
The crowd roared into cheers and shouts. The moderator waved at a few audience members. "Today, we have a few special guests with us! You might have seen before on your own tv. Please welcome the cast members of Jujutsu Kaisen, L/n, Kugisaki, Itadori, and Fushiguro!" The audience cheered again seeing the actors walk out from backstage.
The four took a seat on the pristine couches, waving and smiling at the cameras. Their outfits seemed to match the colors of blue and white. Yuuji wore baggy denim jeans, a white hoodie, and a matching denim vest, and converse. A Fannypack slung around his chest. Nobara wore similar attire of a cropped zipped hoodie, loose jeans, and combat boots.
M/n squished in between the two wore a loose button down with newspaper like designs, bleach patched jeans, and sneakers. Megumi, sitting at the other end of the couch wore an oversized blue and white jacket with a white t shirt underneath, black skinny jeans, and Nike shoes.
M/n sent a dashing smile towards the crowd earning an uproar of cheers. When the four had sat down the audience calmed down.
"Alrighty then! How are you guys? It's great to finally have you on the show!" The host greeted warmly shifting slightly in her chair. "Ah I think I can speak for all of us, we're doing great! It's such a pleasure being here today!" L/n spoke taking the lead. A wide grin plastered on his face.
"As you may know, Jujutsu Kaisen is a new uprising show. Popular among many young adults this year. Ranked number 2 in the shows most watched. Taking the cake as one of the fastest to gain audience grossing. So, how is staring in one of the most popular shows in Japan?" Small clips of the show played while the hostess talked.
The screen fading back to the four. "It's amazing, being apart of a show like this. It's almost scary seeing yourself on tv." Itadori explained, M/n chuckled at the small twinkle in his eye. "It's like a dream come true. Really, the director is one of the nicest person you could meet." Kugisaki added.
"If I'm not wrong, your twin plays as Sukuna?" The attention adverted towards Itadori.
"Uh, yeah. Actually when we auditioned, we tried out for the opposing role. Although we look alike his voice is a bit different. But the voice he uses in the show is purposely rougher." The memory of the shocked face of the director seeing the two. "Initially they were going to use one actor and mix the scenes together. But right before filming the idea had gone out the window." A picture of the two on set played on the tv.
"This show was both of your big breaks. It was also one of L/n's and Fushiguro's major roles. Before you guys had starred in smaller productions right?" The hostess leaned her chin on her hand. "Yeah, I was in a few smaller films before an old friend suggested auditioning. That's actually a funny story of how I got the part. Do you guys want to hear it?" The audience cheered. "An old friend knocked on my door and shoved the script into my hands.
It looked like he ran a marathon, as he basically slumped over in exhaustion. Standing in front of me he frantically starts yelling bits of sentences. He looked at me and was like," M/n had put his arm out panting slightly imitating the guy's stature. "Role....*pant*..... Big break *pant*....Audition for main role...*pant*." The crowd laughed at his portrayal. "First, I actually auditioned for the main role, but then the twins came along and blew it out of the water." He playfully sent a glare towards his friend who sat next to him.
"Your part is as a second-year with Zenin, Inumaki, and Kouichi (Panda) . But it seems your character has a lot of screen time." The hostess leaned in a little more interested.
"Yeah my character likes to hang out with the first-years a lot more. Not that the other second-years are bad. Zenin is like my sister."
A soft smile never leaving his lips. "Speaking about cast relationships, what's the dynamics with you guys?" Kugisaki, Itadori, and L/n gave each other looks before cracking up. Megumi rolled his eyes playfully at the three.
"We're all pretty close, but ask anyone who works with us and they'll say these three are joined by the hip." Fushiguro explained with a small smile at the others. "Could you expand more on that?"
"At the beginning before the table read, the producers and director thought it was a good idea for us plus Shinji (Sukuna) to 'bond'...in response to that Gojo, shoved us into a room, locked it, and told us to 'get along."
The audience laughed at the male's expression.
"After like 5 minutes of silence these three start dying of laughter. After i think, two hours, Gojo comes back and slams open the door. By the time he did that we were already pretty close. He looked out of breath, and had this frightened look on his face. Then he tells us, he had forgotten that he locked us in the cramped room..." the audience laughed again as the raven head shifted in his seat.
"See they went on break for about an hour and a half, when they had gotten ready to continue, they realized we weren't there. Don't tell anyone this but, Gojo has a horrible memory. He said they looked for us for a half an hour and were about to call security, because none of them had our phone numbers. Anyways in summary, after those two hours these idiots come out attached at the hip, and became everyone's pain in the ass." He sent a sarcastic glare towards his friends.
The crowd was roaring in laughter at the story. "We actually have some bloopers and videos you guys have posted. Do you mind if we play some?" The audience cheered in a 'yes'. "Sure, why not?" M/n answered.
On the same tv they started playing the small compilation of videos. The first one qued was one Itadori had posted on his story. It showed him with his costume on.
'So, just started filming today and this dumbass hurts himself doing absolutely nothing.' Yuuji had showed M/n holding a ice pack to his forehead with sunglasses on. The male shot up a peace sign towards the camera.
The audience chuckled at the current L/n's embarrassment.
'This stupid f*cker made us redo the scene, because somehow he doesn't know how to stand. Randomly during the shot he's shown trying to lean on an invisible force and falls flat on his face.'
The next video shown was the actual footage that Itadori explained. In the video it was zoomed in on M/n, who like he said was standing and leaned to his left. You could see the horror in his eyes as he fell. The caption being, 'This dumb bitch🥰'. Another fit of laughter came from the crowd.
The next video that played was in the POV of M/n as the camera flipped showing the back side of Shinji with Sukuna's famous tattoos. He ran up and slapped a pie tin with just whipped cream in his face. "What the hell! Get back here you bitch!" You could hear M/n's laugh while the feed was a bit blurry. Karma seemed to hit has the male tripped and fell onto the concrete.
The video ended with a blurry picture. The studio was filled in laughter as the male in the video sat embarrassingly between his friends who were also dying. Yuuji was slumped over his friend, wheezing.
Timeskip
"Well as great as this has been, we have to say goodbye to these amazing actors."
The hostess said with a smile. The audience boo'ed at the statement. "It was such a pleasure to be here. Hopefully we'll get to be on here again in the future." With that, M/n sent a wink and signature dashing smile towards the crowd before walking off with the others. Getting off the stage he sighed out in relief. "Oí those interviews are exhausting."
"You can say that again." Yuuji smiled. "I'm starved who else wants to get out of here?" Nobara complained swiping through her phone. "How about that diner down the street. The ratings are pretty good." The (h/c) haired male suggested. "Yeah sure. I'm pretty sure we're off the hook anyways." Fushiguro said grabbing a water bottle from the table.
"I think the driver's waiting out back. I'm gonna leave, cause I'm not waiting on you slowpokes." Kugisaki snickered.
"Hey! We're coming too!" Itadori yelled chasing after her with the two others trailing behind. Before M/n could walk out the exit a hand had tapped his shoulder. Turning back, it was the hostess with a innocent smile. "Can I help you?" The brunette had twirled a piece of hair between her index finger and thumb. "Would you perhaps want to go out sometime?" A confident smirk played on her face. "Ah, sorry most of my schedule is booked up with filming and interviews. If I would I could." He shyly scratched his neck sending an awkward smile towards the girl.
"I bet you could make time~" she persisted. "Sorry I-." "Oi n/n we're waiting on your slow ass!" M/n silently thanked Kugisaki for interrupting the girl's persistent flirting. "My friends calling, I've got to go. It was nice to meet you though!" He sent one last smile before running off to the car his friends were waiting in.
"What took you so long?" Itadori whined. "The hostess insisted on going out with me." He shivered at the thought. "Yikes. I swear you always get hit on anywhere we go." Megumi groaned. "Hey it's not my fault I'm hot." M/n stuck his tongue out. A light blush dusted across Fushiguro's face.
"Aye stop flirting with each other. We're heading for the diner across 9th." Nobara once again interrupted, giving instructions to the driver.
"Next stop, food!"
To be continued
#jujutsu kaisen x male reader#jjk x reader#seme male reader#gojo satoru x top male reader#itadori yuji x top male reader#jjk sukuna#jjk megumi#jjk gojo#jjk itadori#jjk zenin#jjk inumaki#jujutsu kaisen x reader#actor au#au
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Kinktober day 27 - Exhibition
Can be read as voyeurism as well if you look at it from buckys pov lol! Should I make it a two in one? I'm flexing my writing muscles by writing mean Steve and soft Ransom!
Summary - You help your boss relieve some stress and Steve teaches Bucky a lesson.
Warnings - 18+ only, smut (m/f), name calling, mean Steve, sir kink, making Bucky watch, boss/employer relationship, sugar relationship, office sex, cockwarming, probably dub con.
Pairing - CEO!Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader.
Word count - 2.8k
Masterlist is linked in the bio!
You narrowed your eyes, concentrating on your nails to get the perfect stroke of red paint on it - the color ‘berry red' Mr Rogers had picked out for you.
He pretended to be annoyed by your acrylics but you knew he had some sort of weirdly obsession or fetish about them. He loved staring at your hands, holding them so delicately in his, a stark contrast to how he had not-so-gently fucked you just minutes ago.
He absolutely loved kissing your little toes, making his way up your leg but that may just be his way of being an asshole who liked to test your patience.
The hissing sounds he’d make when you dug them in his shoulders or back was absolutely delicious. Even more so than looking at the aftermath of beautiful red marks scattered all over his back.
“Miss L/N,” you yelped, almost spilling your nail polish over your desk as you heard his voice on your intercom.
You cleared your throat before pressing the button to answer, “Yes, sir?”
“Come in here for a minute.” He rasped, his voice strain, almost as if he was holding some back.
You put your stilettos back on, carrying a note pad to write down whatever task he had for you - though you had an idea how this would go, or at least you hoped it would. Just the thought had you rubbing your thighs together.
You pushed his door open, “What can I do for you, sir?” you asked as you stood in front of him while he sat back on the leather couch, his legs wide open, his tie and coat discarded and his sleeves rolled up till his elbows. You wondered if he knew just how sexy he was. Holding up the notepad, feigning innocence and playing the part of the diligent assistant. You did sort of assist him in your own way.
“Come here and get on your knees. Help me relieve some stress.” He pushed back into the cushion as you laid the note pad on the coffee table and walked around it to him, kneeling in front of him you placed your hands on his knees.
“That’s a pretty color. Is it still wet?” he brushed his finger over your knuckle, careful not to touch your nail.
“Yes, sir.”
“Best not mess it up then.” He pressed his lips in a flat line. “I’ll have to do the work for you, like I always do. You’re such a spoiled brat you know that but it’s my own fault. I need to start being stricter with you.” He tutted as he took his cock out of his pants, pushing your head down on it.
You only grinned up at him. You couldn’t even pretend to be sorry, not when this boring slow workday just got infinitely better. You’d rather do this than take notes or attend another meeting.
You took his throbbing length in your mouth, choking as his tip hit the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. “Just relax your throat,” he reminded you as you swallowed around him, “remember what I taught you.”
You didn’t know the first thing about sucking cocks, especially ones that were as well-endowed as Mr Rogers'. He was uncharacteristically patient with you while he taught you and let you get used to him.
“Fuck me. That mouth of yours...” he groaned as threw his head back, holding your head down on his cock. It had taken so long to train you. But it was worth his patience when you fucked him so well with your hot mouth.
He tightened his hold on your head when you tried to pull away. He laughed as you looked up at him like a confused puppy.
“Just hold it in your mouth like that for a while till I get this work done.” He smirked as your eyes widened.
He loved testing your patience and giving you pushing your boundaries. Be it your favorite new fuzzy pink handcuffs he used to tie you to his bed, or a trip to an exotic country.
You whimpered around his length, drool dribbling down your chin onto your neck. “You can swallow if you want, sweetheart. But that’s it, if you try doing anything else you can kiss your orgasms, and that Chanel bag you’ve been whining about,” as if to prove his annoyance he rutted his hips up into your throat, making you choke on his length, “goodbye. Understood?”
You nodded and swallowed some of your dribble, you couldn’t really answer with mouth full of cock. Laying your head on his thigh, suckling around him like you would to a popsicle, he did say it was okay for you to swallow, you closed your eyes. Your mind hazy, in a state of calm you often reach when you were with him, you did vaguely hear the door open but you thought that was just your imagination.
“Holy fuck!” You snapped your eyes open as soon as you heard the foreign voice, “Sorry, Steve, um... I’ll just come back later,” You recognised the voice as Mr Rogers' best friend Bucky.
You cheeks immediately heating up upon being caught red handed. Your relationship with your boss wasn’t really a secret but it wasn’t something everyone freely talked about either. You were sure Bucky knew about it, of course he did, sir tells him everything, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.
“No.” Steve said gruffly as you looked up at him with your brows furrowed, holding onto your head so you wouldn’t pull away. “Come in, Bucky. I need to discuss something important with you,” getting a firm grip on your head he pulled it back only to push you back down, “Sit over there,” he instructed, nodding towards the arm chair in front of him.
Bucky had no idea what the fuck he had walked into. He was into some freaky shit, having made love to more than one person at the same time more times than he could count. Never, in his thirty something years on this earth, did he think he'd watch his childhood best friend in such a scenario.
Nevertheless, he did as he was told. Laying aback, he was transfixed by your head bobbing up and down the loud squelching noise your mouth made on Steve’s cock, he couldn’t really see it but he had caught a glimpse of it in the locker room once. He knew it’d definitely be hard to suck. You seem to be doing a pretty good job at it from what he could tell by the little, strained grunts escaping Steve’s mouth.
He adjusted his crotch to make room for his erection and then felt a blush creep up his cheeks and neck, because he really shouldn’t get excited over something like this.
“Uh, Steve, um...” he couldn’t speak, what was he supposed to say? “What? I’m, I mean...”
“What happened, Buck? I thought you’d enjoy watching my girl while she was on her knees,” he gritted, finally pulling your head off of him.
You felt butterflies somersault in your tummy at being called his. He had never done that before. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes, proud to be officially his.
“Since you don’t mind ogling her,” he spat.
Bucky sat up straight, take aback, definitely not expecting such accusations and to be caught. He thought he was subtle about it, he did look at you and touch a bit too long for it to be considered appropriate. He flirted with you a bit more than he does with others, but that was only because you flirted back. He always assumed that it was harmless. You both weren’t doing anything wrong and Steve would never find out anyway.
With the way Steve was glaring at him with his jaw clenched tight and blonde brows furrowed together, he definitely regretted it..
...or maybe he didn’t.
Not if he was going to get a show out of it.
“Steve,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “Of course I looked at her. How could I not.” He growled, looking at your direction as you made yourself small by hugging Steve’s calf - wary of his intense gaze. “Besides she’s not yours.” he smirked as Steve’s jaw dropped.
“I just fucking told you she’s mine.” he dismissed him, looking down at you.
“Making her blow you at work and buying her tacky things doesn’t make her yours. That’s not how you treat a lady or did you forget everything your ma taught you?” he stated. “Really, doll? I think you can do better than him.”
Pulling you up by slipping his hands under your arms, he manhandled you till you stood up straight, your knees wobbly and sore. “Turn around,” Steve ordered and you followed, turning towards Bucky.
This did not go as Steve had wanted it to. His plan was to scare Bucky off, but he should’ve known his best bud would not go down without putting up a fight. His hands caressed and smoothed over your sides.
He pulled up your skirt, even though you feebly tried to fight his hands off, spreading your weeping lips with his fingers he gave Bucky a nice view of your pussy. “She’s got a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?” Steve gritted, studying his friend’s face.
“She definitely does,” he replied, arousal seeping into his voice.
“Shame you’ll never get to touch it,” he taunted, pinching your clit as you keened, holding onto his wrist, your thighs quivering. “She doesn’t wear any panties because I told her so. Bet she’s not wearing a bra either, are you, baby?” he asked, he knew the answer - he could clearly see it but he wanted to show Bucky.
“No,” you let out a shaky exhale as his fingers smeared your juices around your bundle of nerves, his finger nudging at your entrance before slipping in. You tried to hold back your moans, you really did, you were on edge with someone observing you like that but you couldn’t stay quiet. Not when he played you so expertly with his fingers.
But then he withdrew his hand, giving your ass a harsh slap, “No what?”
“No - no, sir,” you heaved.
“That’s right,” he hummed, playing with the patch of hair above your mould, “Now, remove your clothes. Hurry, I don’t have all day. I’m a busy man.” He sat back, letting you do the work for a bit.
You furiously shook your head, peering at your boss over your shoulder, pleading him with your eyes.
“Let’s give Bucky here a good look at you. What’s the point of having such a pretty slut if I can show her off from time to time. I won’t ask twice.” He stated, matter-of-factly.
And because you knew what happens when you disobey him, you followed. Wiggling your hips side to side to step out of your pencil skirt. Before undoing the buttons of your silk blouse and letting it slip over your shoulders. You were about to step out of your heels - mostly because they weren't not making this ordeal any easier.
“No, keep the heels on.” Bucky said. His tone not nearly as demanding as Steve’s but you listened anyway. A part of you wanted to please him. You shifted on one foot to other, left only in your Louboutins and the tiffany’s necklace and earrings Mr Rogers had got you when you first deep throated him.
“You weren’t kidding, Rogers,” Bucky praised, unabashedly looking over your nude body, licking his lips at the sight of your hard nipples. “Play with your breasts for me, doll.” He asked. He knew he couldn’t touch them, no matter how bad he wanted to, but making you do it was the next best thing.
Your hands travelled of their own accord, holding onto your heavy breasts and the massaging them, lifting them up before you rubbed both your nipples with your fingers, “Like this, sir?” you asked, as if you didn’t know any better.
Bucky felt himself almost burst in his pants, like a goddamn teenager when you said that. “Jesus, Steve, you really hit the lottery with this one.”
“Mm-hm,” Steve hummed, easing two thick fingers into your heat, his other hand squeezed your titts, you gasped and squirmed, trying to squeeze your legs shut while letting out little mewls. “She’s so responsive too.”
“Alright, baby,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you without giving you that sweet release, no he had much better plans, “Now, you’re gonna ride my cock like the good little whore you are. Can you do that?”
“No!” you panicked.
Because: A – he was hung like a horse. It was impossible to ride him while you were on top where you could feel all of him.
And B – you weren’t sure if you wanted to do that in front of another man, even if the idea sounded tempting, there’s no way you could perform under that kinda pressure.
Steve made a ‘tch' sound, shaking his head despondently “You’re making me look bad, princess,” he sighed.
“I - I’m just nervous,” you made the mistake of looking over to Bucky, the huge budge in his pants and his lust blown eyes and making you shiver.
“Don’t forget, slut, you wanted this.” He reminded you.
You clenched your eyes shut. You did. You had asked for a threesome with Bucky, because fuck he was almost as hot as your man, and Mr Rogers had spanked you raw as punishment. You weren’t able to sit for an entire week after that. You knew he wouldn’t say yes and were anticipating some sort of punishment so it was a win-win for you. You never thought he’d take your request seriously.
“I did,” you agreed.
Taking a deep breath, you held Bucky’s gaze, there nothing to be scared of or to be intimidated by, it was just Bucky, he seems to be the one who is taken with you. You hold the power here.
You lowered yourself till you were hovering over his hard cock, gripping the base of it and easing it into your cunt. Your movements slow and deliberate. If you did it properly there was no reason for it to hurt.
You sighed when he was fully sheathed inside you, putting most of your weight on his thighs and leaning back till his front was flush against your naked back.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, no matter how many times I fuck you,” he rambled, drawing patterns on your clit as you wailed, the sensations wrecking havoc on your, already sore pussy. “Move, sweetheart,” he tapped on your hip, his tongue peeking out to lick a tear off your cheek.
You nodded and sniffled, you didn’t even realise you had started crying. Holding onto his upper thighs for support and looking back at Bucky you pull yourself up just a little bit while Bucky palms his cock through his dark jeans.
You set a steady pace, your breath hitching every time his head brushed against your cervix. Your titts bouncing in tandem with your hips.
“Such a good girl,” Steve kept praising you, trying his best to hold back his climax, there was no way he was going before you. Pressing kisses on your back, which was covered with a sheen of sweat, “You’re so good at doing what you’re told, baby, just a little more. Are you almost there?” he cooed.
You nodded, Bucky, your sir, everything around you slipped into a abyss as your orgasm washed over you.
He rutted his hips into yours, his sac slapping against your ass as filled you up with his spend as your pussy flutter around him. It didn’t take long for Bucky to follow, releasing in his pants soiling his briefs and his jeans. His groaning pulling Steve out of his haze.
Calling out your name, he pressed a kiss to your jaw, “Your work here is done. Go back to your desk, I have an important meeting with Bucky. You can take off early, I’ll see you at home.” He told you. “And you better not clean yourself up. I want you full you of my cum so you remember who the fuck you belong to.”
“Bu – but it’ll slip out! There’s so much of it!”
“Then you clench that pussy real tight.” He ordered you as you nodded, pulling his soft cock out of you, you contracted your muscles so none of his cream would spill.
Slipped your skirt and blouse on you headed for the door before coming back and collecting your note pad, “Oopsie,” you giggled, feeling their eyes on your behind as you swayed your hips and walked back to your desk.
You typed away at your desk and waiting for the day to be over. Maybe you could convince Steve to eat his cum out of you. If you could get him to give you an almost threesome you can definitely make him do that.
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Sam Winchester: Running Away
Pairing: Sam W. x Reader
Pov: Reader/Sam
Warnings: Panic, anxiety, being scared, mature content, talk of sex, Sam, inner thoughts
Summary: With Y/n and Sam only being together for a short time, when Y/n learns she pregnant she freaks thinking every bad thought about the things that could go wrong.
Word Count: 2.1k
A/N: This is Dominant Sam I'm talking about here, but also a protective Sam. This is for band--pyschos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge.
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TagList: @sweetdetectivequeen @wonderfulworldofwinchester @band--psycho
So, maybe I've been with Sam for a few months, but it's not that big of a deal. We're just a once in a blue sorta thing. Sam and I yes live together alongside his brother Dean, but I don't mean that Sam and I share a bed you know.
Okay well, maybe we do share a room. We share a comfy large bed when a hunt goes bad, or Sam wants to release some tension. We go and let go of our bodies' tension. Together we let everything go, and we sort of become one.
Sam is a giant teddy bear, but when he's had enough put onto his shoulders he needs someone to ground him, that someone for right now just so happens to be me. Bad hunts turn into long, fast, and hard nights.
Nights when Sam drags on, his large hands wrapped my throat pinning me down to the fluffy bed. My nails leaving red marks down his muscled back. His hips snapping against my cervix, his lips leaving bruises on my skin.
The way he'd snap his hips into me as I rode into him. In moments like these Sam was my cowboy, and I was his baby girl. The loud grunts and moans that echoed off the motel, or bunker walls were the most amazing sound to my ears.
The sound of our skin slapping together, and the dominant nature of Sam, his almost animalistic way of fucking me. I wasn't a virgin when I met Sam and Dean, I wasn't a virgin when Sam first came to me with this idea of friends with benefits.
But even without being a virgin, taking Sam for the first time. That made me feel like I had died and came back to life. I know saying that seems probably very odd, but Sam there is something about him that makes him so fucking... fuckable.
The moment that I came down from my high and he laid on top of me, trying his hardest to not lay all his weight on me, I reveled in those moments. Was this what it was like to fall in love with someone?
Would Sam really want that? Would I be enough for Sam?
Months it went on like this, bad hunts or just wanting to let go. It went back and forth. The deal that we held, was for the both of us, and usually, we needed each other at the same time.
Bumping into each other, cute moments. Moments when I would try to put more effort into it. I learned real quick that Sam had a thing for lace and the color red. Something about the way it felt against his hands, or how it looks against my skin tone.
Nothing's more special than having your boy toy pull off your lace panties with his teeth while he makes direct contact. Again there was that dominating nature of Sam. Sometimes my mind would float to what it would be like with Dean, but I would be very much slapped out of that thinking when Sam would snap his hips into me and ask me 'who do you belong to?' or 'Who owns your body?'.
This of course in my world would only last for so long. Something always had to go wrong. So wrong that everything that I had worked for wasn't worth it. Wasn't worth it, if I would just be crashed in the end. I didn't think any wrong could come from fucking my best friend in a way.
Because that was Sam and I are.. were. We are friends, best friends, who know everything about each other, who know when the other is about to have a break or the other needs space. What happens when Sam finds out about this.
This is a normal fuck up that be taken care of. This is my fuck up, this fuck up is huge. He won't want to stay. No, see I've ruined this for the both of us.
What happens if Sam. What if? That's the big question stop overreacting. You've spent time with Dean, ask your question then act, not the other way around. You need to actually find out if your pregnant.
'pregnant' "FUCK" I said out loud rather loud, louder than I should have said it. "Y/n you okay?" I outside the bathroom door. Panicking I slipped the pregnancy test into my sweater pocket. "Yep, I'm super," I said and unlocked the door, slipped by Sam. Smiling before I casually walked away from him. Panicking on the inside.
"what am I going to do?" I asked myself under my breath. "A Winchester baby, a baby, my baby," I said hushed under my breathe. A tap to my shoulder pulled me from my very important inner monologue.
"Y/n, what's wrong with you?" Sam said wrapping his hand around my shoulder. Mouth left gaped open. "Y/n?" Sam repeated, just my name this time made everything worse. The echo of Sam's voice grunting and moaning my name as he comes down from his high.
"Sam," I said looking up at him. These were moments that I said he was a huge teddy bear. Worry crossed his handsome face. "Y/n what's wrong?" Again he forced his first question.
"Nothing Sam. Just let it go." I said tapping his hand on my shoulder. There was a look of upset confusion on Sam's face. "Y/n don't you dare pull away from me, especially after what we have together," Sam said as I walked away. I stopped and thought about it. 'Don't pull him into it, you just take care of it.' I just kept walking.
I made sure that the pregnancy test was really correct, by going to a doctor's office. "You're about six weeks along." The doctor said. More panic. More anxiety, more questions, more thoughts. That drive back to the bunker I was fighting the idea of leaving.
If I just left, what if I just didn't come back. 'No go back and try to hide it, say you're sick, hide in your room. You won't be able to hide it for long' Sam will question you, Sam will notice, he'll notice your body change, he'll notice everything Y/n.
When I got back Sam was waiting for me in the library. "Where were you Y/n?" he asked me as I passed by him "I was out," I said passing quickly. Trying to stay away from him, the closer I am to Sam the harder it is to not tell him the truth. The grip of his hands around my wrist is so powerful, so strong.
"Stop running away. I just need you Y/n I thought..." Sam paused looking down at my body and then to my wrist. "Sam let go of my wrist. You're hurting me." I said ripping my arm from his grasp. Stomping away and down the louder echoing bunker hallway.
'LEAVE' 'No stop he's right you made a promise, a deal.' "Stop" Fighting with myself was the worst of all of this. You can't run away from yourself. No knock at my door, but I wouldn't have known. I had taken a nap my thoughts clouding my mind. Waking up to a quiet bunker and a note stuck to the coffee machine. "Y/n whatever is going on.
That's what I'm here for. Please baby girl. I don't know what to do. Shoot me a message, or even text Dean. Just let me know you're okay." Signed Sam. Yet another wave of new thought, new emotions. I want to stay, but it wouldn't be good for either of us. Nobody benefits from this.
A normal hunts take Dean and Sam about a week tops so with the letter that Sam left behind I can only imagine that Sam is pushing Dean to hunt a lot faster. Get the hunt over and done with come home and figure out what is wrong with me.
I say I've got two days tops before the boys get back. To toggle with the idea of leaving. Two days doesn't seem like enough time, but I need to not trap them in a situation like this. Sam doesn't need to have another thing on his shoulders, Dean doesn't need the worry or the panic. Of a Winchester baby.
Taking a long walk around the bunker brought memories alive in my mind's eye. The great, the good, and the bad. Most of them included Sam. The night he asked me to start this friend with benefits or the wild night that he took me on the book-filled library table. He fucked me in the middle of the wide open.
Would it be bad to say that I fell in love with him from that moment? He made me feel like the only girl in the world. A few spots in the kitchen early morning breakfast being made, and in the garage washing whatever car Dean would let us wash.
'You need to go' Memories pinging in my head. Hitting all the corners of my head. This is the most stressful thing I've ever had to do. There's a baby inside of me now, every choice has to be for this little one. This choice was for Sam and for this little one.
My hand laid on my still flat stomach. I wish that I could feel Sam's hand on top of mine, or watch his face. But that wouldn't be a good idea and I know that.
"They're going to a Winchester in and out," I said walking past Sam and Dean's rooms. I think I'll just have to write a letter to Sam, a sort of backwards odd way of responding to his letter.
This letter will just be my goodbye. "Hey Sam, by the time you read this I'll be long gone. Let me explain. I'm pregnant, with of course your child. We never got the chance to talk about being parents, never got the chance to even have a normal relationship. Sam, I fell hard for you, so hard that I don't want to hurt you. I know you most likely aren't ready to be a dad, so yes I know I'm taking that choice away from you. I am making so many mistakes and I don't want to be a burden on your shoulders or even a burden on Deans. They'll find out about you, they'll be nosy like you, be hardheaded like you, defy me like you defied your father." I wrote out pausing to let my shaking hand take a break.
"Cowboy, I'm running away, because Sam that's the only thing I know how to do. Don't you dare think... Don't you dare ever for a second think that I don't love you, or that this baby won't grow up knowing who is, who knows maybe I'll come back... I love you, Sam, I love you cowboy."
I read over it once and then twice, Dean stood over my shoulder. His hand lying still against my blade. I swiped the pad of my thumb over my Y/n nicely small handwriting. "Sammy?" Dean questioned. "Hmm?" I hummed fearing my voice would give too much away. "What did she write?" He asked, "Y/n wrote that she's pregnant, and she is running away afraid to put the burden of my child on my shoulders and on yours." I said continuing to look at the page in front of me.
"Dean we.." "I've got you, Sammy. We'll find her bring her home and you wife her up." Dean said, grabbing my bag and racing back to the impala. "She's on foot, and most likely hasn't made it very far, I'll call Charlie, you call her," Dean said, whipping out my phone it tumbled in my hands landing on the footwell of the front seat.
Pulling it out it came with pictures, pictures of the three of us. Sitting on baby's hood, her in the middle of the two of us next to her. I could see it now, a baby Winchester, sitting on her lap and taking that picture all over again.
"Sam, Charlie says that she's gonna try her, see if we can sort of trick her into going with Charlie until we can get to her and bring her home," Dean said.
"Yeah let's hope she wants to come home," I said the mix of different emotions and feelings shoring through me, I felt the revive of the impala's engine. 'There's no running away from the Winchesters.'
Completed on: 05/04/2021
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