#also i wonder how you will do the colouring since i tend to change that a lot between drawings

[linterteatime]

hello I plan to do some style studies soon and I would like to ask you if it was alright if I tried to mimic yours! If not that’s totally chill I love your work have a wonderful day!!!!!!

Hi!! I'm totally fine with that as long as (if you post the studies) you say where you got the style from/ credit me! ദ്ദി 'ω' )

#ask #lowkey honoured that you choose my style! #if you do post it feel free to tag me as well #or message me with it #i would love to see it! #also i wonder how you will do the colouring since i tend to change that a lot between drawings #if you do colouring that is

[darylsdelts]

Hi😊 I was wondering if you could write the A - Z NSFW head canons for Daryl when you feel like it? I really love how you write him!

Tysm for this anon! This is fun!

Please keep in mind that sometimes I’m in the mood for subby Daryl and sometimes the opposite so my own opinions constantly change so, aside from this… yes Daryl is also daddy.

Aftercare - in the beginning, Daryl definitely doesn’t know what to do with himself after being intimate with you. The first few times, he pulls away after without saying anything and would either head out or just make some space between you. After he realises you actually want him there and understands what he should do then he definitely holds you close to his chest, a kiss on the top of your head, tells you he enjoyed it and he loves you.

Body - favourite body part… Daryl’s a boob man. He don’t give a shit, big or small but he loves em. (Norman is the biggest fucking boob man so so is Daryl, ok?) he also loves your eyes because he finds comfort in them, being able to hold eye contact is a big thing for Daryl. That being said, he basically get separation anxiety if he hasn’t been able to play with your pussy for a while😭 (not really but you’re his first time for everything so he just can’t get enough)

Cum - hear me out, Daryl used to get scared to cum. Like it took a while for him to get used to it. He’d enjoy show good it all felt but as soon as he would get too close he’d ask you to stop, he didn’t know why but he’d get all panicky. Until one day you very gently told him you were gonna make him cum and you guided him through it. It’s not like he hadn’t jerked off before, he didn’t even understand the anxiety himself. But the first time you did make him cum, there was quite a lot and he got real shy but he enjoyed it and since then he’s a fiend for when you just use your hand. He’s not really into cumming on your face but he likes the tummy. Even though he knows he can’t, sometimes he’ll still beg to cum inside you.

Dirty secret - he secretly likes the thought of you forcing him to watch yourself get off on your own fingers, tormenting him and not letting him touch you or himself. You’d have him practically rutting into thin air as he watched your fingers work hard, wishing it was his cock.

Experience - Daryl had no experience before you, he was a virgin. He didn’t outright say that but you caught on and you eventually asked him about it, which to your surprise he didn’t get defensive about, he was more ashamed than anything. But good Lord, he used his fingers liked he’d been in training his whole life, sure he was inexperienced but it didn’t show. The only telltale sign was his premature ejaculation the first time you two messed about and also how he humps his hips against the mattress when he eats you out.

Freaky - He’s not freaky lmfao. He’s pretty vanilla, with a submissive streak. The most dominant he gets is calling you a good girl and making you suck his fingers. Other than that he’s gentle and tends to slip into a sort of submissive role.

Goofy - Daryl’s too focused to be goofy. Nothing to laugh about if his girl ain’t cumming yet. But he’s not boring, obviously, just usually too caught up in pleasure. Unlessssss… you’re overstimulating him, something he loves, then he might get a little giggly accidentally but only because he doesn’t know what to do with himself when you’re attacking his sensitive head.

Hair - Daryl’s hair is sparse on his chest and torso but his happy trail gets a little darker, not black though, I would say probably a medium brown colour, let’s remember he’s a blonde baby at heart. He’s got a little bit of bush going on but he trims it now and then. As for you, he couldn’t care less, he’s still gonna eat his meal 😋! If you do get the chance to shave, he’d most likely be surprised. “What’s this? Ya been shavin’? Hope ya ain’t done it fer me”. He wouldn’t want you to think you have to shave for him to find you attractive, to be honest it kinda throws him off when you’re hairless.

Intimacy - he’s a needy fucker for a cuddle. He don’t look like it but he might as well be the damn cuddle monster when it comes to you. In private of course. In public he’d just squeeze your hand and maybe kiss your forehead if no one’s looking but PDA makes him uncomfortable. That’s why he’s so touchy and clingy at home.

Jerking off - not much time for Daryl to touch himself, also, he’s with you so he might aswell just ask you to do it. However, if for any reason you’re apart, he might get a little pent up, start daydreaming about things you say to him and how you say it “such a good boy, Daryl” he’d practically fuck his hand, being so desperate for release that he’d cum way too fast. He also likes to cup his balls when he cums.

kinks - secret mommy kink secret mommy kink secret mommy kink. He didn’t know he had one but he did know that he tends to gravitate to nurturing women who make him feel comforted but he’s never found any sexual desire there until he met you. So attentive and so nurturing, you always knew what he needed… it just slipped out one time, you were straddling him whilst he was still clothed. You’d teased him all day and he was a mess, rutting against your core through his jeans, begging to be touched. He couldn’t help it when he had an accidental orgasm in his pants and moaned out “m-mommyyyy”. And boy did you hold him to that.

Location - Home. Daryl don’t take no risks! Except for when he lets you tease him under the table at meetings.

Motivation (turn ons) - you, especially if you’ve been fighting, he loves watching his girl fight. Your kindness turns him on as-well, unless someone takes advantage of it, then he’s out to kill.

No (turn offs) - roughness, he’s not into being rough with you or you being tough with him. His life’s been rough enough.

Oral - he gets whimpery when you suck his dick, he bucks his hips and whines and he fucking loves it. Almost as much as he loves to eat you out. He’d lay on his stomach, eating you out whilst simultaneously rubbing his cock against the mattress, leaving a puddle of precum.

Pace - usually a slow to medium pace, he likes making love to you but if he’s stressed or had a rough day, he’s gonna go fast. That’s the only time he’ll be overly dominant. Basically just using your body.

Quickie - as much as he thinks about it, Daryl’s not pushing you up against a tree mid-hunt. It’s dangerous and not exactly comfortable for you. The closest thing he’s gotten to a quickie is one time you teased his cock through his jeans during a group dinner and he was so close to cumming he basically dragged you to the bathroom and had you suck him off.

Stamina - less than he had in the beginning 😭 he’s 55 now, he’s still got impeccable stamina and could go for round two but not as quickly as he could at 40.

Toys - one day, you came home from a scavenge with a vibe, he was a little annoyed, saying you could’ve got more important things but you assured him that this was all you found. He assumed it was for your use only but… you held it to his frenulum and suddenly he was glad it was all you could find. You told him that if you found a dildo you could use that on him too but he couldn’t tell if you were joking or not, maybe he’d let you use your fingers before any of that… maybe.

Unfair - after all of this submissive Daryl talk, he does like seeing you flustered, he likes to tease just as much as you do, he makes it like a little competition.

Volume - he’s quiet, small grunts and whimpers unless the vibe is involved then you gotta stuff your panties in his mouth.

Wild card (random hc) - likes when you worship his body, makes him less insecure (which he very much is but shouldn’t be)

X-ray - 7 inches and thick! Tip is a pinky red and he’s uncut. His balls are heavy asf but pretty tight. 4 inches when soft and when he’s hard it stands to attention with no curve.

Yearning - tried to play it cool… still tries to play it cool but is obsessed with you.

Zzz - as soon as you’re snuggled up, he’s gone. Fucking finally, he never slept well before you.

God this took fucking ages.

#daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl dixon smut #daryl smut #norman reedus #twd smut

[thetrollock]

Amaranth

Dark!fem vampire x fem reader

synopsis: you're unaware of how obsessed Alvara is with you until it's far too late...

word count: 15.1k

content warnings: dark ish content, yandere, unhealthy relationship, brief violence

LIFE HADN’T ALWAYS been this way. You hadn’t always been running from Alvara, the wretched woman who had been pursuing you for centuries. You were a normal girl once but that was hundreds and hundreds of years ago and life had drastically changed since then becoming something that was nothing like the life you’d lived before. Life was so much easier back then, joyful even, it felt like you had a purpose, it used to be about living but now it was just surviving, and you weren’t sure how much more of this could you take. You got up from her chair and trudged towards your window sitting upon the ledge staring at the moon and the sparkles in the sky wishing you were amongst them because maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't be so lonely. You began to think about how simple life used to be and how on earth did you get into this mess in the first place.

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In a time long ago, you were a simple middle class woman working at a flower shop arranging and caring for flowers, you enjoyed your job and all the beautiful flowers you were able to care for and make into arrangements daily besides, it did help that you had some lovely loyal customers. Over the years, you had become quite popular within not only your area, but also further field due to the exposure from the royal family who often commissioned you for flowers with every event they held, big or small. But that might've been due to your friendship with the First Prince, Leonidas. A friendship like this was fairly uncommon as people of your social status and his own didn’t tend to mix. You had both become friends a few years ago when Leonidas had been running away from his duties and, as any upstanding citizen would, you hid him in your shop whilst everything blew over, treating him like a normal human being rather than someone to be worshipped. Since then, your friendship had blossomed and bloomed with the prince coming to your humble little shop at least once a week under the guise of buying flowers.

Humming mindlessly, you arranged and prepared flowers and bouquets for customers in a monotonous fashion, completely lost in the abyss of your mind, as you were making up the bouquet, you wondered what your beloved customer would prefer, “Miss Belmont, do you want the pink roses or the pink camellias with your bouquet?”

The older women didn't even get the chance to reply as a powerful honeyed voice interrupted, announcing herself, “Good morning, I want a bouquet of wolf’s bane flowers with whatever else you believe fits.”

You jumped slightly from her position, not expecting the interruption, you twisted around to look at the woman who had just entered your shop, you blinked owlishly before reminding yourself to smile. The woman herself was rather tall and stood proudly, her lips were plush, and pink formed in a stiff polite smile that felt odd and honestly quite disturbing. You swore her eyes were staring into your soul and you couldn’t help but stare back, her eyes were just... mesmerizing. They were such an icy blue that they reminded you of pure molten silver contrasting against darkness of the outer rings of her pupils. Her gaze was sharp and intimidating and you found yourself thinking that you never wanted to look away. Although this woman was absolutely stunning, breathtakingly so, you wondered if she ever caught the sun considering how pale her skin was, it was almost as if she’d never seen a lick of sunlight in her entire life. The only colour in her face where her lips and the pink colour decorating her eyelids, the darker colours contrasting against her pale skin tone making all of her features that much more pronounced.

The woman’s perfectly shaped eyebrow arched upwards as if asking why you hadn’t answered her yet, your shook your head slightly before plastering a blinding smile on your face.

“I am terribly sorry, my lady, I apologize for staring, I will get to you in a minute but as you can see, I am currently serving another customer so if you could give me a few minutes, I will get right to you.” She apologized trying to be as respectful as possible, she hoped this woman would be understanding enough and not like some of the other stuck-up nobles she had to deal with on a daily basis.

The tall woman chuckled coldly before looking down at you with a carefully restrained smile that screamed impatience and slight annoyance, “I do not think you understand who I am, I expect you to serve me right now, it is quite clear that I am much more important than this woman.” She sneered gesturing rudely to the poor old woman standing next to her.

“Excuse me, my lady, but I do not appreciate you using that tone whilst talking about my customers, this is my shop and so we will follow my rules. I will decide who I serve when I serve, so I suggest you either wait a few minutes or you find a new place to buy some flowers.” Although you were thoroughly intimidated by this clearly powerful woman, you kept your voice firm and steady, you'd learnt years ago that being a pushover never got you anywhere. Respect is everything. Besides, you weren't all that worried about this woman trying to sabotage your career, after all you had the royal family on your side.

The woman tilted her head slightly in surprise her lips pursed in an ‘O’ shape and her icy eyes showed amusement, it was quite clear that she was taken aback by your statement, she’d probably never really had someone below her in the social chain stand up to her before. But there was a first time for everything you supposed suppressing your proud smile.

“As I was saying Miss Belmont, would you rather the pink roses or the pink camellias?” The older woman smiled gratefully and told you her preference thanking you for your kindness.

“It is no problem at all, you are a loyal customer after all.” You replied with a sweet smile saved only for your favourite customers.

With that, you turned around and walked into the back room to retrieve the flowers before arranging them and cutting the stems until everything fit together perfectly. You wrapped up the flowers with brown paper, as requested, and tied it up with Miss Belmont’s preferred colour of ribbon which you had, of course, memorized more than a few bouquets ago. You handed the flowers to the older woman with a bright smile after receiving the cash and a hefty tip.

“I hope they are up to your standards; I will see you next week!” You waved after Miss Belmont; she was one of your favourite customers after all. You then turned to the pale woman who had indeed decided to wait those few minutes. “Now, my lady, you said you wanted wolf’s bane, right?”

“Yes, I did, I expect you to also choose some others to go along with it.” She replied stiffly, her arms crossed against her chest defensively unconsciously pushing her chest up making you look away awkwardly; you hadn’t meant to look but it’s kind of hard when they’re right in your direct line of sight.

Humming your favourite tune, you made your way into the backroom where you kept a wide array of flowers, you picked up flowers as you walked past them knowing they go well with wolf’s bane. Thinking as you went along you began to reflect on many of you noble customers and how they believed that money solves all problems in such a stuck-up manner. But you knew not everyone was like that Leonidas was a prime example of a good person who had a fair amount of wealth. It was hard to come across those kinds of people, all you wanted was basic respect from people that’s all, it shouldn’t matter your place in society. You huffed as you made your way back into the front room where the woman was standing who was now staring at you again with that deep, intense stare. The stupid stare that felt like she was looking deep into your soul. It made you uncomfortable and if you were honest with yourself, you really didn’t like it even if this woman was one of the most beautiful people you had ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. You hoped this would be a onetime thing and that this woman wouldn’t come back again because not only was she unnerving but she was also extremely rude.

As you were arranging wrapping up the flowers, you decided to make this encounter a lot less awkward, “did you know that that wolf’s bane is scientifically known as Aconite, quite different isn’t it?” You didn’t even look up to observe the woman’s facial expression in favour of avoiding the icy stare she held.

“I did not know that, but I suppose you learn new things every day. What is your name, woman?” She asked, her voice almost emotionless but within your line of work you had become pretty good at sensing others’ emotions and could tell that she was amused by your attempt of conversation.

“I am Name.” You replied shortly not all that interested in this woman’s name especially as she has rudely referred to you as woman.

The woman continued to stare at you as if she were expecting the question back, “you know, Name, it is common courtesy to ask someone their name after they so kindly asked for yours first. My name is Alvara if you were wondering, Lady Alvara of the house Fox.”

“My apologies, Lady Fox, I simply forgot to ask you back, I hope you can forgive me.” However, despite your apology you were not sorry, you just wanted to be over with this transaction and say what you knew the woman wanted to hear. “I hope you like your bouquet, wolf's bane is fairly odd choice, but it is a rather beautiful flower. I must advise you to be careful with it though, if you come across any dogs or wolves as it can be extremely poisonous to them, and I really do not wish for any of them to die.”

“I know they are poisonous, but I must admit you have done a good job arranging them they look beautiful, thank you.” Her tone was rather blunt, but you appreciated the compliment none the less.

“Thank you, I am glad you like them!” Although you weren't overly fond of the woman, you didn’t think there was any harm in being nice to her, especially as it looked like Alvara planned on coming back, something you weren't particularly pleased with but maybe she would warm up to you the more you interacted…? Well, you sure hoped you would.

Alvara placed the money on the counter with a smile that seemed less forced, “Expect to see me back, Name.”

And with that she was gone.

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AFTER THAT DAY Alvara had stayed true to her words coming into your humble shop a couple of times a week, a lot of more often than you were expecting to be honest. Alvara had become a lot more comfortable with you, her stiffness disappearing and icy look her eyes melting to a look of joy and amusement when she came to get flowers. Although your first impressions of the tall women were not very pleasant, you found that you could tolerate and be kind to her and despite Alvara’s cold exterior she warmed up to you fairly quickly often entering your flower shop with a flourish and a genuine smile.

Brushing the hair from your eyes you began to sweep the leaves and flower stems to the side of your shop planning to pick it all up at the end of the day and with a reputation like your own, you had to keep the place looking at least half decent. People expected it of you considering the royal family often bought arrangements from you for their balls and important events, courtesy of Leonidas.

You walked back behind the counter cleaning up your workspace putting the ribbons back where they belonged and tidying up the brown paper you often used to wrap the bouquets up in. It began to creep closer to the end of day when you would finally close your shop and get some much needed rest. You stretched hearing your body crack in ways it probably shouldn’t, but you were broken from your momentary worry when the telltale sound of a bell resounded.

“Hello my dear Florist!” It was Alvara. You should’ve known, the pale almost sickly looking woman liked coming in at times when she knew you were quiet because she was impatient and didn’t like sharing you attention.

“Good evening Lady Fox, what are you here for today?” You replied without the usual pep in your tone trying to not let your fatigue show, you really didn’t want to deal with Alvara’s flirting tonight, actually you just didn’t want to deal with Alvara. Despite the fact that you had kind of gotten used to her, her presence was draining and there was still that lingering feeling of discomfort when you were around her.

Alvara frowned softly noticing the change in her favourite florist’s behaviour, “are you okay, Name? You better not have been working yourself too hard, you silly girl, I told you to take care of yourself.”

“Of course, I am okay, seriously my lady, I am fine. So please, do not worry about me.” You sighed forcing a sweet smile. “Now, what do you want?”

Nothing was said between them for a while with Alvara staring at you intently her frown deepening, she was not pleased by your response she could tell something was up and although she knew she should respect your boundaries she couldn’t find it within herself to care, the tall woman knew that she knew better, she’d been alive longer than her for starters. Alvara felt an intense need to protect you and she wanted to help you with your ailment, no matter how big or small, she didn’t even care if you wanted her help or not because she would find out either way. Alvara didn’t mind using force to get her way, she was a forceful woman after all, you had to be to get into the position she was in without any man by her side and still having all of the respect from the men around her. She was a powerful woman, and she knew it.

“I do not believe you, Name, you better tell me right now, or I will make you.” Her friendly disposition from earlier disappearing to reveal a hard unwavering stubborn expression, you sighed you knew Alvara wasn’t going to budge on her stance.

“Do you really want to know?” You did not want to talk to the noble woman about your true feelings but if it meant she would leave you alone then you supposed you could tell her.

She nodded staring at you with those firm icy eyes, you felt a shiver go down your spine not being able to bear looking into her uncomfortable gaze for another second.

“Please do not be angry with me for I am simply being honest with you." You took a deep breath preparing yourself for the worst, "I am confused by you, you are so hot and cold, one moment I cannot look you in the eyes because it feels as if you are looking straight through me with such a cold stare that I physically feel shivers run down my spine. Then the next moment you are sweet and, dare I say, happy and I am somewhat free to keep eye contact with you. You are so kind with me but with everyone else you treat them as if they are dirt below your shoes!” You exclaimed eyebrows furrowed and your face pinched in an expression of distress and confusion.

“I do not understand why you have decided to treat me any different. You have changed so drastically since that first day we met, you were so cold then, rude even! I just don’t understand the sudden attitude change.” You were quieter now no longer throwing your hands around violently to get your point across. You stared at your hands fiddling with the rings adorning them, you couldn't bare to look Alvara in the face after spilling all of your feelings to her.

Alvara continued to stare at the smaller woman before her running a hand through her long hair, “I see, you are confused by me, correct?”

You looked up with a bashful expression nodding softly, an expression that made Alvara’s heart do somersaults, she knew that if her heart could still beat it would be threatening to jump out of her chest.

“Well let me clear things up for you then, I like you a lot, Name, more than I should and I think you are an incredibly interesting and beautiful person, you have interested me, and my interest is no easy feat. My respect and kindness are not something I give out freely, you have to earn it and random people I come across do not deserve it simply because they have not proven to me that they do. I would also like to apologize for my stare I do not mean to be so cold, it must be a habit, I have to keep my reputation after all and as a woman as powerful as myself being kind doesn’t always help gain you respect from men. I like to scare them into submission.” She giggled explaining the reason for her cold stare, trying to lighten the rather gloomy mood.

You laughed hesitantly, “thank you for clearing that up for me, my lady.”

“I wish you would lighten up Name, I want for us to be friends, maybe even more in the future.” She smirked moving closer towards you , eyes flicking down to your lips.

Your face began to grow hot as your eyes widened, you were not expecting such a confession from Alvara, “Anyway! What kind of flowers do you want? That is the reason you are here, right?”

“Indeed, it is, dear, you can choose whatever you want, something that is easy for you to arrange.” She requested resting her cheek on her hand staring at you with eyes dripping in adoration.

You smiled turning around to the back room shutting the door behind you and pushing your back against the closed door, what the hell had just happened in there? You decided to take a breather closing your eyes for a few seconds before pushing yourself off of the door and towards were you kept your hyacinths, deciding on gathering a bunch of the purple ones, you loved hyacinths they were such beautiful flowers and looked just as pretty by themselves as they did with other flowers.

You had just about fit the bunch of flowers under one arm as you opened the door to the front room taking a deep breath and making your way over to the wrapping paper where you arranged them and tried to ignore Alvara’s piercing gaze blazing holes into your busied form. You hummed lightly trying to distract yourself as you wrapped up the flowers.

“Here you go, Lady Fox, I hope you like them, they are hyacinths in case you did not know.” You smiled softly hoping to shoo the woman out of your shop and get some much needed rest away from everyone.

“I love it Name, especially since you arranged it for me, they are beautiful.” She stated staring straight at you, it almost felt as if Alvara was complimenting you instead of the flowers she held in her arms.

You rounded the front desk until you were standing next to the pale woman, “I am glad, now I need to close up shop, so I will see you next time you come in to get some flowers.” Speaking to Alvara made you realize how short you were compared to the taller woman, your cheeks flushed again, goddamn your stupid brain, even though you found her unnerving you couldn’t look past how attracted to her you were. It was undeniable that Alvara was beautiful it was just a shame that she made you feel so uncomfortable, the kind of uncomfortable where you felt like Alvara was watching your every move. Like a predator stalking prey, it put you on edge.

You smiled at her trying shoo the woman towards the exit but Alvara was having none of simply standing in the doorway before looking down at you, her little florist, “I hope you know that I was completely honest with you earlier, I like you a lot, more than I should. I would also like you to know that I intend for us to become friends, you do not mind that, do you?”

The way Alvara spoke to you sent a shiver down your spine, the tone of voice she used was sickly sweet and even the way she asked to be friends with you felt predatory, it felt wrong and your gut instinct told you to shove her out of your shop and never speak to her again. Your brain screamed, RUN, RUN, RUN. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to do anything but nod and agree, it felt as if something awful would happen if you didn’t just go along with it and if you were honest, the fatigue was really getting to you and you just wanted to be rid of Alvara’s heavy presence.

“Good, I am glad we are on the same page. I will see you soon, Name. Make sure you take care of yourself.” She rested her hand on your cheek in an affectionate way that you had not really experienced before, it was when you started leaning into the touch that you realised how touch starved you must be to be comforted by the touch of someone who did the complete opposite.

You pulled away ushering her towards the outside world, “have a good evening, my lady.”

“You too, Name, call me by name next time, alright?” Alvara looked over shoulder and made her way out of your humble shop not even giving you a chance to reply.

Pushing down the urge to slam to door in relief, you took a deep breath to collect yourself before sweeping things up quickly and half arseing your usual cleaning routine.

By the time you got home you were practically dragging yourself to bed resisting the tantalizing temptation of sleeping on the floor, eventually you made your way to bed where you fell in a heap.

Finally, peace.

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ALTHOUGH YOU HAD to wake up early pretty much every morning, you would never get used to the blinding sun from your windows waking you up; it was something that you truly hated, often times wishing you could stay in bed but alas your shop couldn’t open itself. Pulling yourself from bed you began to get ready for the day, you slid on her dress and stretched yawning as you did so feeling the bones in her back crack as it always did, you mulled over the strange sounds your back made until there was a loud rap at the door of your cottage. You rushed over and opened your door with a sweet smile that you usually only pulled out at work.

“Hello Ma'am, I have an important announcement from the Royal Family regarding the Spring Equinox, would you like me to read it out to you?” He asked politely standing stiffly, he seemed slightly awkward as if it was his first time bringing letters to people especially ones from the Royal Family.

“No, it is quite alright, I can read it myself, thank you though!” You smiled softly bringing your hand out to retrieve the letter, he handed it to you with a smile clearly comforted by your simple kindness.

Closing your door you opened the letter carefully sliding out the fancy parchment paper reading the beautiful cursive writing:

To Name Lastname,

The Royal Family requests that you make the flower arrangements for the upcoming ball…

You skimmed over the rest of the letter, reading the requirements of what you were expected to prepare, thinking of the number of flowers you would need to order if you were to do this on time, placing the letter in your leather satchel you made quick work of your journey to your shop.

After opening up shop you busied yourself with orders and customers, wrapping up bouquets and arrangements until the door slammed open rather aggressively and there stood Leonidas in all his glory. He grinned at you with his signature smile looking as jovial as ever taking long strides towards where you were currently putting out pre-arranged flowers.   

“Good morning my dear Name!” He greeted, you always wondered how he was always such a pleasant person with a personality like sunshine incarnate and whilst you knew him as being an extremely bubbly and excitable man others knew him as the picture perfect prince of the Iridesiah. He was loved by everyone, nobles and working class people alike, he treated everyone with the same level of respect and that in return earned them his respect.

“Good morning to you too Leonidas, anything you were looking for in particular?” You asked politely continuing with putting out the pre-arranged bouquets.

“Oh, nothing much really,” he replied nonchalantly, “do you want some help with that?” Although he’d asked Leonidas had already started picking up the arrangements casually walking over to the right places.

You sighed shaking your head, “you really should not be helping, you are a prince you should not be doing work like this.”

The dark haired prince laughed looking back at you, “this is not even hard labour, it is literally nothing and besides it is not like you are forcing me to do anything, I enjoy helping you out.” The bright coloured bouquets were put onto display carefully as to not mess up the arrangement, you were quite the perfectionist after all.

Leonidas stared at you for a moment as you were focused on making everything perfect, he knew how hard you had worked to keep the reputation of the shop as high as it was and by just looking at your concentrated face, he remembered what he came to tell you.

“Name, I remembered what I wanted to tell you.” He blurted out, cursing himself for it he was a prince for Christ’s sake he should be used to talking by now.

Looking over at him with a relaxed expression, you smiled as if asking him to continue what he was going to say, it was a soft smile that seemed so genuine and free quite unlike the fake smiles he was surrounded with on a day to day basis. It was a nice change, a welcomed change.

“Ah yes well, you probably received the letter this morning if I am correct, but I wanted to personally invite you to the Equinox Ball. I just feel that since you are making the arrangements you should come and you are my friend after all, so I would very much appreciate it if you were there.” He rambled, words just kept tumbling from his tongue and he wasn’t quite sure why, maybe he was nervous? That’s what he assumed it was, but he found it rather strange that a human was making him feel this way, but he brushed it off simply choosing to smile bashfully at you instead.

Your mouth fell open into a soft ‘o’ shape, you would’ve dropped the flowers if it weren’t for Leonidas who caught them quickly before they hit the ground, you took a second to compose yourself blinking blankly for a few seconds.

“Oh dear! I am ever so sorry about this!” You exclaimed, a flustered look on your face avoiding eye contact with the prince in front you, “I was just very shocked that you invited me, I did not realize commoners were allowed to attend.”

He chuckled at your flustered countenance, “well there is an exception for you.”

“Me?” He laughed at your response and the incredulous expression that indicated how very confused by his actions you were, which greatly amused the young prince.

“Yes, you, and before you start worrying about what you are going to wear and such, I have already arranged it for you, I want you to enjoy yourself whilst you are there and not worry what you look like.” He reassured sending you that famous smile that brought men and women alike to their knees.

“You may even find a partner.” He teased subtly his smile changing to a stupid goofy grin, one that never failed to make you laugh. You tilted your head at him trying to scold him quietly with an unimpressed expression but failed miserably after falling into a fit of giggles.

Still laughing you grinned at him with an equally goofy smile, “you know I’m not interested in finding a partner just yet, my shop is my priority.”

His smile grew softer, he knew that your answer to the question of finding a partner has always been that your shop was your priority but at least he knew you would be attending the ball. Leonidas was just glad you had agreed and whilst you may not believe it, he treasured your friendship greatly.

“It seems my time is up Name, if I do not go back soon, they will send a search party out for me and I am not sure if I want to deal with that today. I also wanted to mention that when you bring the flowers to the place on the morning of the Equinox, I will meet you at the front and personally take you to the room you will be staying in. So, make sure to pack a bag of things you think you will need, is that okay?” He asked, he knew you would panic if he didn’t tell you what was going to happen, you liked being able to plan.

You nodded excitedly a huge grin stuck to your pretty face, “thank you so much! I cannot wait!”

With that he gave a parting smile and made his way out of your shop with a ding.

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IT WAS FINALLY the day; the day of the Spring Equinox Ball and you weren't quite sure if you were terrified or excited perhaps it was a bit of both. You had packaged up all of the arrangements the day before ready to be loaded onto a cart you’d borrowed from your kind neighbour; you liked to be prepared in situations like this so you'd already sent some of the larger pieces off since they were a bit trickier to transport.

As you readied to leave you picked up your trust leather satchel filled with everything you might possibly need. You began to think of what kind of dress Leonidas had decided on and yet you weren't worried, you knew you would love it especially because he’d picked it out. He had pretty good style he was a prince after all, so she trusted him on that front especially considering the fact she knew that he often helped his sister pick dresses for ball's quite like this. You had learned a lot about him that day, you smiled thinking back on it seeing how far your friendship had come since the day you first met when you hid him in your shop away from prying eyes.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your shop where your neighbour was already waiting outside sitting atop his cart accompanied by his two horses, “Good morning, young lady!”

“Good morning Henry! Thank you for agreeing to help me transport this all to the palace, I know it is quite a big job, so I apologize in advance.” You said bashfully turning towards the shop where you unlocked the multiple locks on the door.

“It is no problem at all! In fact, I would say it is an honour, it is not every day a man gets to say he went to the royal palace!” He exclaimed ruffling his hair as if it were nervous reaction before putting his cap back on.

You smiled in response as he jumped off the cart seat and walked towards you as you both began loading the boxes carefully onto the back of the cart until there was nothing left, securing the cart safely as you did so. Before you departed you made sure to add a quick sign to the window stating that the shop would not be open for the next two days, you hopped back onto the cart and went on your merry way through town chatting pleasantly with Henry.

It was safe to say that the palace was a particularly splendid sight one that never failed to amaze you no matter how many times you saw it, you especially liked the woods that surrounded it, to you, it only added to its mystical charm.

Once you had arrived the footmen began unloading the boxes, “please be careful with them, they are rather fragile!” You warned.

They simply smiled at you, “we know, my lady.”

You felt yourself stiffen in embarrassment, you weren't used to being referred as ‘my lady’, you could hear Leonidas laughing at. He walked down the stairs with the air of elegance and regality, “thank you, Henry for helping Name get here, it is greatly appreciated.”

Henry blushed a bright red and avoided the gaze of the prince, “why thank you, your highness! I- I will be on my way!” He spluttered, still reeling from shock at the fact that the Prince of Iridesiah knew his name.

Leonidas turned his gaze back to you, throwing a teasing smile your way, “you are early, my lady.”

You glared at your friend trying to mask the fact that you were embarrassed and yet failing miserably, “a lady must always be prepared.” You countered with a sarcastic smile.

He laughed jovially at your quick quip, “come on now I am sure you are wondering where your room is and what you will be wearing, I can assure you that you will be the bell of the ball. My younger sister even helped me pick out your dress, I believe she has come by your shop a few times in disguise, she’s dramatic like that.”

“She has come to my shop before??” You asked in disbelief, how had you not recognized her, one of the most beautiful and intelligent women in all of Iridesiah.

“How on earth did I not notice?”

Leonidas turned to you with an amused smile, “did you forget, my sister is as smart as she is beautiful.”

And with that the Prince turned on his heel beckoning you to follow him up the grand marble staircase of the palace, you’d never actually been this far inside of the palace, and you found yourself awestruck at the beauty and artistry of its architecture. The paintings depicting scenes from famous battles and monumental moments in history, it was stunning, and knowing you had the luxury to be in the vicinity of artwork that would surely be known throughout history was truly a delight. It shocked you how stunning the artwork was on the ceiling, on the ceiling of all places! You supposed it was to showcase their riches being able to put something in such a place as the ceiling, a strange thing to do you thought. The candelabras holding the soft yellowy light only helped add to the mystical, expensive atmosphere, you didn't think you would ever get used to being in such an expensive place.

“Are you coming, Name? we don’t have all day.” You were broken form your stupor by the unmistaken teasing voice of Leonidas.

“Ah, terribly sorry!” You apologized picking up your skirt and running up the stairs to catch up to your friend.

The two of you walked side by side down the hallways with the soft light of the candelabras to guide the way until you finally made it to your destination.

Leonidas opened the door and gestured for you to walk in, “so this is room where you will be staying the night and this lovely lady right here is Tiana, she will be helping with your hair and makeup to get ready for the ball. One of the footmen who you have met before, his name is Tom if I remember correctly, will be escorting you and showing you the way to the ball. I look forward to seeing you in that dress, try to enjoy yourself tonight.”

“Thank you, Leo, I really appreciate you doing this for me.” You thanked sending him a sincere smile.

With his hand on the door, he turned to look at your smaller form, “you need not thank me, it is what friends are for, is it not?” You did not even get the chance to reply for he had already left the room and disappeared into the confusing corridors.

With a huff you turned to Tiana with a smile, “I suppose we should get to know each other, I am Name, but you probably already knew that.” You ended with a light frown realizing your mistake in introducing yourself.

Tiana chuckled lightly, “yes, I did already know that my lady, but it is nice for you to introduce yourself regardless. Anyway, it is probably smart if we start getting you ready, I have prepared you a bath. Do you need any assistance?”

“No thank you, it is quite alright, I will be quick!” You smiled before being ushered into the bathroom where you closed the door and began to strip off your garments and dipped into the warm water of the bath letting out a sigh as you felt your tense muscles relax. Although the feeling of the warm water cascading down your back and hair was soothing, you knew you couldn’t enjoy it for any longer than necessary; you had to get ready after all and lord knows how long that would take.

You wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel and started to rummage around in your bag to find your undergarments before making your way out of the large bathroom and into the main room to find Tiana setting up hair products and makeup on the vanity.

The small woman’s head popped up as she heard the door open with a smile, “perfect, you came out just in time! Take a seat, let us get started on your hair, is there anything you want in particular?”

“No, do whatever you want, I am sure it will look amazing.” A huge smile grew on Tiana’s face as she clapped her hands excitedly and went to find the products, she needed to make this transformation possible. She began by adding many different products to her hair that you had never even head of and styled and dried your hair into a style she thought appropriate.

Tiana smiled as she looked at her handywork before starting on your makeup, she gathered her brushes as she brushed some kind of skin coloured liquid underneath your eyes and atop other imperfections you may or may not have had, blending it in until it looked like flawless skin. She picked up various other tools ranging in sizes colours and shape and began to paint with you as her blank canvas. Tiana added the finished touches and took a step back to admire her hard work.

“You look absolutely stunning my lady, you actually look like a fairy with this ethereal look you have going on.” She praised holding her cheeks as she stared at her handywork.

You stared at the person staring back at you in the mirror, gingerly touching your face noticing your skin glowing and eyelashes longer and darker, your eyebrows more tamed and shaped, and the glossy colour on your lips.

“Thank you so much Tiana! I look like a new woman, a beautiful one at that!” You exclaimed, smiling brightly at the blushing maid.

“Oh, I haven’t done much my lady, I just enhanced the beauty that was already there.” She stated smiling back, staring into the captivating eyes of the woman before her, Tiana quickly turned on her feet to open the closet door across the room. “Ah let us not dilly dally any longer and get you into this beautiful dress, I am sure you are just itching to see it!”

The closet doors swung open to reveal a gorgeous flowy peach coloured dress, Tiana gathered the fabric in her arms as she made her way over the vanity where you stood, “shall we get you into this dress then? I must admit I cannot wait to see you in it.”

You looked away in embarrassment at such an honest compliment and allowed her to help you put on the garment. When you were all fitted into the dress you looked into the mirror in awe as you saw how the fabric draped and fell perfectly over your body, it was elegant and beautiful something fit for a princess or at least someone with too much money to spare. It fit like a glove, and you weren't sure if you’d ever felt so beautiful in your entire life. You looked like an ethereal being with the way the tulle like fabric fell from the bodice and sleeves of her arms to meet at her wrists. Her hands smoothed over the bodice enjoying the feeling of the fabric beneath her fingertips and the texture of the flower embroidery spanning the bodice.

The two of you stood in awe until Tiana broke the silence, “oh my goodness me! You look absolutely stunning; dare I say like a goddess! You are surely going to steal the show tonight, my lady, there is no doubt you will be the bell of the ball. The royal siblings did a great job in picking out this dress.”

There was a pause before Tiana realised that she had been rambling as a blush rose to her cheeks, “a-anyway! We have to add the finishing touches before Tom gets here, you cannot be late!”

She hurried around the room picking up miscellaneous items and presenting them to you and asking you whether you liked them or not until you ended up deciding on a simple pearl choker necklace with matching earrings and some simple heeled shoes.

There was a knock at the door to reveal the tall footman, Tom, “good evening my lady, my name is Tom, and I am to be escorting you to the ball.”

Just as you were about to leave Tiana shouted at you to stop as she ran over to you with a beautiful flower crown with soft coloured carnations and hydrangeas to match the dress and a ribbon keeping it all attached.

“This will look beautiful on you my lady, may I put it on for you?” She asked with a sheepish smile.

“Of course, Tiana, I just wanted to say thank you for making me look so beautiful I really appreciate it.” You thanked with grateful smile to which the smaller woman placed the crown atop your head, careful not mess up her previous handy work before standing back with a pleased smile.

“Perfect! Listen to the Prince's words, try to enjoy yourself.” You thanked Tiana again as you turned away to follow her escort.

He offered his arm and off they went down the corridor towards the music and loud chatter, you just hoped you were prepared enough for the onslaught of rich nobles and royal families.

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YOU HAD NEVER been this nervous in your life, you felt like a baby deer on ice trying not to lose your footing not to mention the fact that you weren't used to walking in shoes like the ones you had been given. Your fists clenched into the fabric of Tom’s jacket in a way of grounding yourself; you’d never been to any ball as extravagant as this one, it was expensive, it was fancy, and it was full of important people. Important people that could ruin your life if you even so much as spoke to them wrong. You had no idea how you were supposed to act, you'd never had any sort of etiquette lessons, and you’d never needed them either! All you had going for you was that you might look the part and that hopefully you could just get away with just standing in a corner by yourself, preferably a corner where the food was, without having to interact with anyone whom you might offend.

“My Lady, are you feeling alright? You look quite nervous, is there anything I can do to help?” Came the comforting voice of the man accompanying you.

“Ah, thank you for asking but I am just nervous, I worry about offending people and not being fancy enough for everyone around here, they all have so much money and I am just a florist. I do not know how I am supposed to act, and it just makes me a bit nervous is all, I am not even quite sure why I agreed to come here anyway, it is not really my kind of thing. But I am here, and I might as well get on with it.” She rambled clenching and unclenching her fist in Tom’s jacket, gesturing wildly with her free arm ending with a sigh.

He stopped in front of the massive door leading to the ballroom and turned you to face him, “I understand you are nervous, my lady but, you must not worry so much, not all of the nobles and the rich who are attending this ball are crazy and obsessed with etiquette, some of them are rather humble people. You should just be yourself; you are a beautiful woman with an excellent personality to match, they will like you I can assure you of that, just flash them that smile of yours and you should be fine.”

You looked up at him with a big smile, his impromptu speech had comforted you immensely, you threw your arms around him and hugged him, “thank you so much Tom! You are ever so kind, thank you again for making me feel better I really do appreciate it, hopefully after tonight I will see you some time soon. You could come to my flower shop, bouquets and plants would be on the house.”

He laughed at your sudden change of energy, “I will take you up on your offer, my lady, now let us get going as I am sure you do not want to be late.”

With that the massive mahogany doors were pushed open to reveal the ballroom packed with people wither dancing or chattering away. Name was blown away everyone looked amazing, the women wearing dresses of beautiful bright colours and that fit them in a way that showed of all of their assets; the men looking smart and sophisticated in their suits and formal wear. Everyone was dressed differently, and they all looked absolutely stunning, Name couldn’t help but feel slightly self-conscious but reminded herself, fake it till you make it.

Tom’s breath was warm on your ear as he whispered his parting words, “this is where we part ways, my lady, I will around if you need me. Enjoy yourself.”

It wasn’t long before you were alone again, trying not to look too out of place as you stood rather awkwardly in the corner of the room, so much for being sociable. You leaned against the wall and observed everyone around her, they were all clearly having fun and wore expensive clothes but what did you expect they were all nobles. You shook your head, you needed to stop being so judgmental, besides you were also wearing expensive clothes, you might even be able to fit in considering the garment you were wearing. However, there was one thing you noticed, nobody was really wearing any light pale colours like yourself, the room was filled with brightly coloured fabrics and fabrics so dark they rivalled even the darkest of nights. Nothing like anything you were wearing, you cursed Leonidas for making you stand out, you supposed it must be so he could easily spot you.

At that point you were in a world of her own and although you were looking at your surroundings, you weren't at all focused on it until you were broken from your panicked thoughts by a honeyed voice you knew all too well, Alvara.

“What a surprise seeing you here my dear, I did not realise they invited people who are not of noble stature.” You did not mean to stare but in that moment Alvara radiated power and beauty in fact she was the epitome of it, and you were completely and utterly mesmerised. Her dress was jet black and contrasted against her pale almost white looking skin, the dress was floor length and fit her body like a glove, the deep V of the dress was bold maybe even scandalous, but she was Alvara Fox, and she could do whatever she wanted. Decorating her neck was an intricate gold choker with smaller chains attached to it falling from her neck and across her shoulder and collarbone to attach to the gold shoulder pads giving her a more structed look. She looked powerful, strong, confident and although you hated to admit it, you found her extremely attractive in that moment.

“What is with all of this staring my love? Do you like what you see?” She teased hoping to see that face you always made when you got flustered.

“I- uh, I deeply apologise my lady! I did not mean to star you just look... really nice tonight.” You hoped you did not sound as bashful as you felt and avoided eye contact with the stunning woman stood before you.

Alvara let out a loud laugh, a brilliant smile gracing her perfect face, “you are simply adorable! I am glad you think I look nice; I happen to think you look ravishing.”

You felt your face grow hot as you tried not to let your flustered expression show, “uh, I think I just heard somebody say my name, I will- I will speak to you later.”

You quickly turned on your heel and sped away trying to avoid any more conversations with your beautiful but pesky customer, all you wanted to do was eat and be ignored the entire time, but Alvara had different plans as she gripped your wrist in a tight grip pulling you back, so you fell into her cold embrace.  

“Whoever is calling your name can wait. I am much more important than they are besides, I thought I told you to refer to me as Alvara, especially if we are to be lovers one day.” At this declaration your mouth fell open into an ‘o’ shape not expecting such a bold statement even if you probably should have seen it coming considering the last conversation you had with the infamous Alvara Fox.

“Lovers? “You spluttered, “but I have never agreed to such a thing-!”

A slender finger was placed upon your lips silencing her, “you do not have to agree to anything, my love, we will be lovers one day. Mark my words. Why should we wait, I am a rather impatient woman and you of all people should know, be mine?”

You looked up at the taller woman and saw the twisted adoration in her eyes, those beautiful soulless eyes holding only an iciness that sent shivers down your spine, everything was telling you to say no, to reject this woman. Despite the love, or some sick version of it, that her eyes displayed you knew something was not right, something was very inhuman about Alvara and quite frankly, it scared you. You had come to the conclusion that realised that although you found her attractive you knew a relationship with her would never work because you would always feel like the prey and her the predator.  

Name diverted her eyes hating the eye contact she had just been subjected to before taking a deep breath and pushing herself out of the strangely cold woman’s embrace, “I am terribly sorry My Lady, but I cannot except your offer. I am not looking for any sort of relationship in that sense, I want to focus on my shop and my career, hopefully you will understand.” As she turned away from Alvara she grabbed her wrist once again eyes swirling with determination and annoyance holding an expression which struck fear into Name’s heart.

“I thought I told you to call me Alvara.”

“I apologise, but no I will not. You are my customer, and we will have a professional relationship, now if you don’t mind, I’m going to eat some cake.” You smiled politely shaking your wrist out of Alvara’s firm grasp and walking away confidently feeling very proud for finally standing up for yourself.

Holding a fancy plate of cake and a fork in your other hand, you escaped to the massive windows overlooking a beautiful landscape that you knew was there but couldn’t see because of the darkness that had prevailed. Yet despite not being able to see much you continued to stare out the window eating your cake imagining what could be there completely lost in thought, you placed the now empty plate on a nearby table and went back to your previous station situated at the windows. You were playing with the sleeve of your dress staring out into the dark abyss when a horrible feeling washed over you, like something absolutely awful was going to happen, you suddenly regretted eating all that cake as found yourself unable to pull yourself away from the window until you saw something, something awfully similar to a pair of red eyes…

And, in that moment, all chaos broke loose.

A piercing scream escaped your throat as the massive windows shattered by the brute force of something crashing through it, the glass left cuts all over your exposed skin as you lay in a heap.

People were screaming, shouting, doing anything they could to get out of the room safely. You lay there in a daze as you wondered if those really were red eyes you saw until you felt a crushing weight atop of you, your eyes lazily blinked open to see a man… or what you thought was a man grinning down at her with a sleazy look on his face.

“You smell reaaaal nice, I could just eat you up!” You stared at him in horror as he laughed like he’d made a hilarious joke, and it was in that moment that you realised his eyes were red and not a figment of her imagination.

“What- what are you?”

“Your worst nightmare, sweetheart.” He continued to laugh as you began to struggle in his unmoving grip, panic tightening like a noose around your throat, “no use in struggling, you are going to die anyway, angelface.” He continued to laugh maniacally as he leaned down to nose around your neck as if he were looking for something.

Tears began to fill your eyes as you continued to fruitlessly struggle until there was a blinding pain in your neck, you screamed once again this time filled with pure agonising pain. It felt like he was tearing at your neck and draining all the blood and energy from your body. You writhed in pain it was the kind of pain that was searing hot and although it was in one spot, you could feel it in your entire body, it was unbearable. You screamed as much as your voice would allow, fighting back as much as you could, trying to rid the burning sensation, scratching and clawing at anything you could. You could feel yourself growing weak, and you knew you didn’t have much time left. But if one thing was for sure, it was that you were not a quitter, and you weren't going to go down without a fight.

Just when you thought your time had come the crushing weight of the man on top of you was lifted off. You cracked open your eyes to see Alvara, she looked positively feral snarling at the man.

Everything was fuzzy and you couldn’t comprehend what was happening with everything sounding like it was underwater, the pain in your neck had become a dull ache at this point. You were trying so hard to keep your eyes open, but everything hurt, everything was just too much.

“Name!” a familiar voice shouted, “Name do not dare close your eyes, okay? Eyes on me.” He sounded desperate and you opened your eyes again to see Leonidas to which you smiled to the best of your abilities, but it probably looked more like a grimace.

You moved a shaky hand to touch the wound at your neck but was stopped by your friend, “don’t touch it, you’ll make it worse.” You knew he said something afterwards, but you couldn’t hear it. Your eyes began to close as the cold grasping at your mind whispered for you to welcome the darkness as you heard distant shouts for you to open your eyes.

Leonidas swore as he saw the damage done to you, blood was everywhere, it still wet all over your neck and shoulders. It took all of his strength to not to lap up the blood on your neck, but he has self-control unlike those other vampires who didn’t even deserve the title of vampire. He breathed in heavily trying to keep his composure as he gathered your limp body in his strong arms not even bothering to check on anyone else as he ran out of the room taking you to safety, he just hoped he had gotten there in time.

Meanwhile, Alvara was torturing the man who had dared lay a finger on her future wife, she was straddling the man punching at his face again and again blood painting her fist a beautiful shade of red, leaving the man a bloody mess and yet he continued to laugh.

“You sure are a feral one.” He continued to laugh coughing up blood as he did so.

“If you think this is feral you haven’t seen anything yet, you may think I am going to kill you but no, I will keep you alive and bring to you to the cusp of death just to do it all over again." she laughed humorously not breaking eye contact with the man below her.

"I am going to remove your teeth one by one, cut every inch of body. I'm going to burn your fucking flesh off I might even cut your tongue off. And that is not even beginning to scrape the surface of what I am going to do you.” She snarled; her eyes wild showing the true meaning of feral. He stared at her his laughter stopping as he truly understood what kind of situation he was in, he messed with the wrong vampire, and he would pay for it with his life.

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PAIN. BLINDING PAIN. Why did everything hurt so much, why was everything so overwhelming? Opening your eyes hurt, everything was so bright, it was as if your eyesight had miraculously improved to a scary degree. There was a strong flowery scent wafting through the air, it made you cough and your eyes water, why was it so strong and why was it affecting you so much? Something was very, very wrong and you could hardly remember what had happened the previous night not to mention the fact that you were in a bed that you had never seen before.

What the hell happened last night?

With all these questions and the fogginess in your brain, you pushed your weak body up into a sitting position instantly feeling a pain in your shoulder and neck. You hadn’t realised how weak you felt until your hand was shakily reaching for the junction between your shoulder and neck, there was a thick gauzy bandage over the area and just ghosting your fingers over it hurt like hell.

“Name?”

Your head shot up at the sound of your name, it was Leonidas, you instantly relaxed and a soft smile found its way to your face.

The prince rushed towards you checking over your entire body in a frantic frenzy, “you should not be sitting up, Name, you lost a lot of blood last night.” He pushed you back gently, so she rested against the mass of pillows behind her, a soft frown marring his usual smiley exterior.

“Yes… what happened last night Leon? I can hardly remember a thing; my brain is just so foggy.” You rubbed at your head hoping it would help you remember something, anything, but all it did was trigger a shock of pain through your shoulder.

He looked sad, terribly, terribly sad.

“I am not sure if you are ready to hear it.” He said solemnly.

“I want to know, Leon, please just tell me. I will only worry more if I have no idea what happened to me.”

He avoided eye contact looking at everything in the room but you as if he was mentally preparing himself for what he was about to explain, it made you worry even more seeing your usually composed friend look so anxious making your mind wander to the worst possible case scenario.

Leonidas took a deep breath and finally looked at you, “Okay, what I am about to tell you is going to sound absolutely insane, but you have to hear me out, do you understand?” You looked at him intently and nodded.

“Well starting off with what happened last night, you were attacked which I am sure is quite obvious, but you were attacked by a group of individuals who…” he paused for a moment as if trying to think of what to say next, “disagree with the crown and my family. Which I suppose does not explain much but I promise I will get there.”

He adjusted himself and sat closer to you and it was in that moment that you knew he was going to get to the crazy part of the situation in which he feared the kind of reaction you might have.

“I am sure you have heard of vampires before and how they are nothing but stories to keep children from going out late at night. But to put it bluntly, vampires are not just a myth or a story, they are real beings that live among us in society.”

“Are you serious? You have got to be joking, how would I not know about this if it is even true that is, I mean surely you are just messing with me, right… right?” Your words coming out of your mouth in a rapid pace, voice trembling as you looked at your friend with wide eyes full of even more questions at this massive revelation that you didn’t even entirely believe.

Leonidas took a deep breath looking at you with pity for he knew this was hard to believe,

“Sadly, I am not joking, I wish I was but, Vampires have been around for a very long time well before you and me. They helped create the system we live in today and to keep the humans who live in and around the towns safe from other creatures that wish them harm. The Royal family are the oldest vampire family in all of Iridesiah and we were tasked with taking care of our fellow vampire and human counterparts thousands and thousands of years ago. What I am saying is that I am a vampire, my entire family are, as well as pretty much the entire court. Which I know must sound crazy and a lot to take in and I sincerely apologize that this has happened to you Name, all I wanted was for you to live your life in peace without knowing.”

You gaped at your friend processing all of the information you had just been given, it was almost too much for your scrambled brain, “so you are a vampire? What- what about the people that attacked me, are they humans, vampires or whatever else they possibly could be?”

“Yes, I am a vampire and the man from that group who attacked you was also a vampire, we call his specific type a rogue as they don’t believe in protecting humans and think that the monarchy should be abolished so they can take over in our place.” He explained.

“I was bitten by that- that rogue...? Does that- does that mean I am going to become a vampire?” Tears welled up in your eyes threatening to fall down your face, what did this mean for you and your flower shop?

Leonidas put his hand atop your own and directed a soft look your way, “you were bitten by the rogue, yes, but we are not sure whether you will turn yet or not, your case is different to anything we have ever seen before and even our best doctors are not quite sure what is happening. I know must be horrible to hear but you are in good hands I can assure you and I will be here every step of the way; I promise.”

At his words the dam holding your tears back finally broke as your body shook with soul wrenching sobs, to which Leonidas immediately got up from his position beside your bed and pulled you into his embrace letting you cry it out.

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THEY STILL DIDN’T know what actually happened to you, just that you weren’t a vampire, but that you weren’t a human either. They ended up deciding that you were a hybrid of vampire and human where whilst you did need blood to survive, you didn’t have to rely on it and could eat normal food and gain nutrients from it unlike actual vampires.

Lost in your own thoughts arranging flowers and unpacking supplies you hadn’t even noticed a new presence in the shop.

“Hello there, darling Name.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sensual voice you knew all too well, “Alvara! Oh, my goodness, you scared the life out of me.” You placed your hand on your chest hoping to calm your racing heart, you huffed trying to fix your frazzled composure.

“So, what exactly brings you here? Flowers or just companionship?” You teased, hand on hip as you sent a smile Alvara’s way.

She looked a bit thrown by the teasing of your usually flustered self, but she quickly caught her composure and smirked back, “since when did you get so flirtatious, my darling? I like it.” The sensual tone and intense gaze made you immediately melt, you turned away quickly pressing your cool hands against your face hoping to cool it down.

Alvara let out a melodious giggle at her darling’s reaction, “but to answer your previous question, I am here for a bit of both, I require some colourful flowers, I trust you to pick out something nice. Besides I have missed our little conversations and more importantly, I have missed you.”

“Oh, that is rather sweet of you to say, uh yes…” You lost your train of thought as you got lost in Alvara’s icy blue eyes and although they unnerved you to an alarming extent, you couldn’t deny how beautiful they were or how there was such an intense pull to her like a moth to a flame.

You snapped back into your thoughts with a shake of your head “anyway! I suppose I should get those flowers for you then.”

Although you tried not to act awkward and flustered Alvara just seemed bring it out of you whenever she opened her pretty pink lips. Why did this woman have such a hold over you, but why did she also scare you? You wondered what it was about Alvara that made you feel this way. You took a deep breath and tried to focus on choosing the perfect set of flowers humming as you walked about the back of the store picking and choosing things as you did, creating an image of how you were going to arrange them in your head.

You came back into the front room trying to avoid eye contact with Alvara for the time being, giving yourself a mental pep talk as you arranged and tied them all up. You huffed proudly looking at your handywork before picking it up and finally looking up to see the amused smirk of Alvara.

“I hope it’s colourful enough for you, I added all of my favourites, so I do hope you like it.” You rambled out with a bashful smile painted across your face.

Alvara leaned forward, so that her hands were pressed up upon the bench that separated them not breaking eye contact for a second. “You really are the cutest little thing I have ever had the pleasure of setting eyes on, my dear Name.” You stood there stiffly, not being able to break your gaze from that intense stare of the vampire in front of you, trying to stutter out a curt and hopefully not awkward thank you.

Alvara finally broke the eye contact with an amused shake of her head, stepping away from the counter and finally allowing you to breathe again.

“I have a proposal; one I have made before but that is beside the point. I do hope that you agree to it, for your sake and mine.” The underlying threat sent a shiver down your spine the kind of shiver that reminded you of the time you first met, goosebumps rose upon your skin as Alvara made slow purposeful steps towards you. “I am sure that you have noticed my fondness for you, my darling, I believe I have made it quite obvious and although I do realize that you have rejected me before I am not the kind of woman who takes no for an answer especially when it concerns something that I want. So, I would like to propose the idea of you being mine. Which I know is quite blunt, but you see, I have been alone for a very long time, most of my existence in fact and whilst I have chosen the life of solitude I long for a partner whom I can spend the rest of my life with.”

You wanted to move, to get away, but your limbs would not comply, it was as if Alvara’s icy cold stare had you frozen, the anticipation of the woman approaching you had the hair on the back of your neck rising. It wasn’t long before you were face to face, closer than you would’ve liked. Alvara smiled as she laid her cold hand atop your face stroking it in such a loving way it startled you.

“I know that you are aware of my power within the kingdom and that I am a ruthless woman but do not let that scare you, my darling, because I can assure you that I would be the most generous lover, a lover who would protect and treasure you, treat you exactly how deserve to be treated. So, I ask you again, be mine?” Her voice held such a sense of power and conviction that it made you want to agree, but you were hesitant, something was telling you that something was not quite right here, as it always had. There was a danger, a warning, in her words. It was possessive and quite frankly terrifying, a feeling that you often felt around the ice-cold woman, nothing of a warmth and security that you associated with love.

The fear snapped you out of your frozen stupor as you pulled Alvara’s hand off of your cheek and took a step back, creating a much-needed distance between them. “I am terribly sorry, Alvara, but I just cannot accept your invitation. You are a lovely woman, and anyone would be lucky to have you as a partner, but I am not your person, I am not your future lover. I have told you before that I am not interested and, sadly, that has not changed. I am simply just not interested in any kind of relationship; my flower shop means too much to me and I would much rather focus on that. I hope you understand, but I think you need to leave now.”

A dark shadow fell across the woman’s face, your blood went cold as you saw the change of expression and suddenly you felt that you were in great danger.

“You really are a funny one, Name, you really think that you can say no to me, I told you I do not take no for an answer. You will accept me because if I can’t have you no one can.” Her voice was level and calm, but it did not hide the cold anger it held as she closed the distance between you.  “That little speech of yours will not deter me, my love, I always get what I want.” Alvara tugged you closer to her as a strong arm curled around your waist and a hand gripping the back of your neck as she pulled her darling into an aggressive yet passionate kiss. You tried in vain to pull away from the bruising kiss, but Alvara would not budge instead deepening the kiss much to your dismay biting the lips of your aggressor in hopes of pulling the leech off of you.

Alvara pulled away, blood smeared on her bottom lip as she laughed cruelly, “you really are full of surprises, oh god I love it when you squirm in my arms.” She giggled intensely as she licked away the blood on her lips keeping that dreaded eye contact with the object of her twisted affections.

“Get out of my fucking shop.” You heaved, huffing with unrestrained anger.

She put her hands up in mock surrender, “now, now, darling, I think you should take a deep breath.”

“Shut up, just shut up.”

“Mm, I like this feisty side of you, Name.” She purred, starting to take a step closer to but you decided enough was enough and armed yourself with a sturdy wooden bat.

“I will not say it again, get out of my fucking shop.” Your voice was hard and red hot with anger.

Alvara hung her head and chuckled quietly, “I will leave but only because you asked me so nicely.”

You did not reply instead choosing to stare the vampire down, not putting your weapon down until Alvara had left and that you were sure you were safe. The wooden bat fell to the ground with loud clutter as the dams broke and loud sobs fell from your lips, you covered your mouth and cried and cried. Emotions of anger, fear and disgust clouding your mind. You found yourself curled on the floor hugging your body close in a way to comfort your broken psyche, you really should’ve listened to yourself when you thought that Alvara was bad news, but it was too late now.

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THAT DAY WAS only the start of your personal hell. After what felt like years of torment from a particularly icy woman you had decided to move away from Iridesiah and although Leonidas had told you he could protect you, you both knew that Alvara was a powerful woman, she had said so herself, and that she would not go down so easily.

You had taken to moving around every 10 years or so which in grand scheme of how long a vampire lives for, is a very short of time. All you wanted was a simple peaceful life where you could have a flower shop quite like the one, you had before all of this madness, and so the cycle of running and hiding began.

It was starting to become tiring this whole running thing, you had no place to call home, no constant in your life because of that god forsaken woman. Yet despite this you always managed to get away, again and again, you slipped through the cracks. Although you were constantly being hunted, long ago you had decided that you wouldn’t let that stop you from doing what you wanted and going where you wanted. You were your own person, and you wouldn’t let Alvara dictate her life, not now and hopefully not ever.

Looking out the window, you observed the miles and miles of lush green that surrounded your temporary abode, it was most certainly your favourite place you’d ever lived, surrounded by nature and flowers was where you belonged. Sure, you missed the company of others, but you couldn’t have any sort of partner, platonic or not, for you did not want to subject them to this life, a life where their every waking moment could be their last. You’d learnt that the hard way, when Alvara said if she couldn’t have you no one could, she sure as hell meant it.

You sipped from your mug of piping hot tea curling up into a ball as you thought about the past, about the woman who claimed to love you.

It had been a long time since you’d been around so many people, it was a slightly odd feeling but one that you found that you’d missed. The loud chatter of people all around you was comforting, you were truly enjoying yourself, listening to the street music and dancing around with the locals, it had been a long time since you’d felt peace like this. If only every day you could be surrounded by people who held such warmth and kindness to them, the rich scent of food only added to your sense of peace and comfort.

Walking around the market stalls and trying new food, talking to new people, and looking at all they had to offer felt like a dream, it was truly the best day you’d had in a long time, if only it could last forever. But alas, that was not the way things were planned, they never stayed peaceful for long, not when a certain someone was watching your every move.  

“That necklace would look so pretty around your throat, my dear.”

Your whole body went stiff. Every fibre of your being screamed for help, screamed for you to run, for you to get away from the very person whose body was wrapped around your own, pulling you away from the crowd and into an isolated alleyway.

Alvara placed a kissed upon your neck hugging your smaller body to her own, “you have no idea how much I’ve missed you, your body, your scent, everything about you.” Her face was buried into your neck, placing kisses all upon your neck and shoulder, laving her tongue over the supple skin.

That very action caused you to break out of her terrified stupor, you jerked your elbow back into Alvara, catching her off guard so that her tight grip around your waist loosened, and you were free to escape.

You gasped for air as you felt life being breathed back into your veins, you felt the need to run, to escape, it was the only thing on your mind, a one-track thought.

You raced through the streets, stumbling, and pushing past people left, right and centre, you didn’t have time to feel sorry for the people you were pushing past, for you could not be caught by Alvara. A woman so determined, so ruthless, that if you were ever truly caught, you would never have the chance to escape again. You knew Alvara was hot on your tail, she was a general for a reason.

You came to set of stone steps, you didn’t know where they led but you didn't have the luxury of time to think or plan or anything for that matter all you could do was run and hope for an escape route to appear. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and you didn’t know how much longer you could run for, you hoped that these stairs would lead to an escape one where Alvara could not follow.

Vines and trees pulled at your clothes tearing your skirt and shirt in the process, drawing your precious blood, you heard a snarl behind you that was unmistakably Alvara’s, you forced your tired limbs to move faster with the mantra of don’t look back, don’t look back, running through your head. Escape was the only option, you could do it, you’d done it before, this time wasn’t any different. Yet the cold grip of fear had set it’s sights on you and you couldn’t help but wonder if this time would be different, what if Alvara managed to catch you this time because surely she wouldn’t let you go, she’d been chasing you for this long why would she stop now.

You tried not to let these thoughts take control you had to focus on getting away, on getting home, or rather the place you’d fortified to keep yourself safe from Alvara. Until you came to a stumbling holt, beholding the cliff face with such a drop you felt her stomach churning at the sight alone. A dead end, the only way you could get away would be to jump, a terrifying feat but one you would make to escape the woman coming up behind you.

“There’s nowhere left to go Name. Give up won’t you, I’m beginning to tire of our little game.” Her voice was raised and slightly breathless from the earlier pursuit.

You laughed but there was nothing humourless about this situation, “you think this is a game, this is my life, Alvara, and you won’t let me live it because of your sick fucking fantasies. Accept that I will never be yours, just accept it.” Your voice trembling with barely restrained anger, tears began to well up in your eyes, emotions you didn’t like to feel taking over your body.

“Just- just let me go, Alvara, for the love of God please. Just let me have peace.” Tears fell from your eyes, you were just so tired, voice wobbling with defeat.

“You know I can’t do that Name, dear, you were mine the moment I set eyes on you and my belongings, my possessions, I never let them go. I would never let you go; you mean so much to me-” She moved closer, hoping to catch you off guard.

“That’s fucking bullshit! You don’t love me, you don’t care about me, you just want to own me, and I won’t let you.” You let herself fall backwards, down the side of the cliff and into the deep blue abyss.  

You heard Alvara scream your Name but all you could do was smile, you were successful, you were free, but there was that lingering thought at the back of your mind asking yourself how long you had left? How long could you really keep running?

Today would be a risky day, that much was clear, but you hadn’t seen Leonidas in hundreds of years, and you missed your friend dearly, it had been hard to see each other due to Leonidas’ kingship and your own predicament with Alvara.

You hummed a tune as you dolled yourself up for the event ahead, you arranged your hair and such, pulling on a beautiful silky dress to match. You smoothed the beautiful fabric enjoying the feeling beneath your fingertips, you didn’t know what would happen tonight but all you could hope for was peace, it was the only thing you had ever wanted. You slipped some shoes on and grabbed your bag before making your way out of your beloved home and into the unknown.

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YOU GRINNED, ENJOYING the company of the people around, enjoying the company of others, a feat you didn’t have the opportunity to enjoy often. The music, the chatter, the noise, it was beautiful, and you felt herself bask in it, you had missed this.

“Name!”

You turned at the warm voice, a voice you had dearly missed, “Leo!” You threw yourself into his welcoming embrace not caring about others who would surely judge you for such a careless action especially one regarding the King of Iridesiah.

“Name, I have truly missed your company, it's wonderful to see you again. How has life been treating you?” He asked pulling away from their tight embrace, hands resting on your arms.

You smiled softly, yet despite its softness it held an overwhelming sadness to it, “you know it’s the same old, same old, running and hiding. But don’t worry about me I can handle it; I’ve handled it for the last few hundred years.”   

His eyes mirrored the sadness in her smile, “I wish I could do more for you Name, I really do, but it really isn’t so simple. If I were to try and protect you, she would overthrow me and that would have disastrous consequences.”

“Oh Leo, of course, I know this, I know you cannot do anything to help. I’m sorry for bringing it up, we should be happy, we should treasure our limited time together.” You wiped the brewing tears from your eyes not letting a single drop fall, this was supposed to be a happy reunion, you should be enjoying yourself.

Leonidas smiled at you placing a comforting hand on your cheek, allowing you to nuzzle into his palm enjoying the moment of affection. “I know something that will cheer you up, how about we get you some cake?” You smiled a beaming smile at the offer, as the two of you talked for hours over cake and other delicacies that were on offer, but soon he would have to leave your side and be the King again, he promised to return later on the evening and left you with a parting hug.

You ended up venturing on towards the ballroom deciding on dancing to the beautiful jazz being played, moving your body to the rhythm letting it take over, relinquishing control to the beautiful symphony.

That was until your peace, your enjoyment was cut short. You felt the cold presence of a woman you knew all too well, her muscled arms snaked their way around your waist, constricting your movement.

“Fancy seeing you here, my dear. Rather bold of you to turn up to an event like this, knowing that I would be here.” She giggled, tracing soft circles onto your exposed flesh, the very flesh she dreamed of biting into.

“I didn’t come here for you, Alvara.” Your voice barely above a whisper.

Alvara spun her darling around, keeping her arm firmly wrapped around your waist, faces mere millimetres from each other, “god I love the way you say my name.” Her voice was desperate and breathy, it was so strange to hear her sound so vulnerable.

She moved her lips towards to your ear, “I would give anything to hear you moan it.”

Your eyes widened by the bold statement, ears burning with embarrassment, you were used to Alvara’s cold nature not this desire-stricken woman before her. It almost seemed as if a dam had broken, as if Alvara had finally had enough, enough of their so-called game.

“Let me go Alvara.” You felt so defeated, so useless, so hopeless. You didn’t know how much longer you could handle these feelings.

She placed her hand upon your face, “you know I cannot do that my darling; you are mine; you will always be mine. I have loved you for hundreds of years and that love has never wavered, in fact, how does the saying go? Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

Tears dripped down your face, revealing a scared darling doe behind, “you don’t love me, you wouldn’t be hurting me if you truly loved me.”

Alvara gripped your face harshly bringing your faces closer together with a snarl, “don’t you dare question my love for you.” Your eyes locked eyes for a few intense seconds before she loosened her grip and wiped the fallen tears away from your face.

“Aren’t you tired? Why must you keep running my dear, when you can just give in. I can give you the love that you desire, I can show you the world's greatest pleasures, I am a generous lover my darling Name. You would want for nothing under my care, you would have a home, a lover, a partner. You would no longer be alone. You don’t have to run anymore, Name. Please, be mine?” She caressed her darling’s face trying to convince you to finally give up and fall into her awaiting grasp.

“Just say yes, that’s all you have to do, Name.”

You stared up into her eyes, lips trembling as you fought to keep your composure. It had been so long since you went on the run, what even was the reason why she couldn’t even learn to love Alvara? You could hardly even put your finger on the exact reason, did you even have a reason? Was it even worth all this pain fighting against a woman who would never quit, a woman who would never stop chasing you even if it was to the ends of the earth? Would it be so bad to give into Alvara? Would it really be that bad? You would finally have peace, a home, a constant in your life.

“Okay.” Your voice was soft, defeated and broken down.

A huge grin grew upon Alvara’s face, “Oh Name, I’m so glad you’ve finally come around. I have been waiting for this moment for too long, you have made the right choice that I can assure you. Let’s go home, I shall take great care of you, I promise.”

With her arm still around your waist she guided you toward the exit, you looked back hesitating for a moment as your met eyes with Leonidas, his own eyes widened filled with shock, fear, worry, but he could do nothing. Even though he was the king, holding all that power still wasn't enough, he couldn’t even save his best friend from the greatest monster of all.

“Come, my dear, we must make up for lost time.”

And with that your fate was sealed, you just hoped it would be peaceful.

#dark content #yandere x reader #yandere vampire #yandere monster #dark fic #yandere x female reader #yandere fic #original character #dark imagines #monster x reader #horror #teratophillia #yandere imagines

[aeriona]

Hi! I love your xeno ideas for inklings and octolings. I was wondering if you have any xeno stuff on salmonids and/or jellyfish?

Aahhh thank you! And yes, I do for both actually!

I threw these together in like 5 minutes so pardon the quality haha

I tend to draw Salmonids kind of seal-like, with chonky proportions. The men are the ones that turn red during Runs, whereas women are usually silver or copper-coloured. This guy here is an adult Cohock, most Salmonids don't make it to adulthood so you could say he's pretty experienced.

Salmonids have both gills and a labyrinth organ, allowing them to breathe air so long as their gills stay wet. Since they have no legs, these fish are pretty clumsy and rely strongly on water to get around and to, y'know, breathe. There are some wheelchair/skateboard-like contraptions that have been used roll around on land though.

I tend to keep jellyfish pretty similar to how they look in-game, only pronouncing the bell a bit better and also changing the arms to resemble the oral tentacles of real jellyfish. This fellow right here is a harmless Moon Jelly, however other species can have stinging nematocysts in their tentacles which makes for a pretty killer handshake.

Jellyfish entirely lack the ability to speak at all so they have to rely on either nonverbal/sign language or TTS machines to communicate. Also, their mouths are underneath their bodies. It's really weird.

#These are fun to make so thank you for the ask! #my art #splatoon #xeno tag #speculative biology #salmonid #splatoon salmonid #splatoon jellyfish #Inbox chatter

[readbyred]

I've read that some characters from the moomins like Snufkin, little my and their mother and their sisters are not really humans. So how would Snufkin, Moonin and the other characters react when they meet s/o who is a girl human that one day appeared in moonmin Valley?

You added other characters and I will absolutely use it to push more Sniff content on you! Also yeah. Considering moomins are canonically REALLY damn tiny, the humanoid looking characters would be like fairies or sth. But I will make them human sized bc I think it's easier to write (if you want more accuracy, sent me a message and I'll do one more)

Snufkin is pretty unfazed compared to others. He’s been travelling enough to have come across humans at some point. Pretty surprised to find out that his upbringing is something so strange (I mean, im pretty sure he was allowed to wander around before he would be considered old enough to do so by human standards). Sometimes, when he’s feeling a bit silly he makes stuff up about his kind to trick you. Says it in the most chill voice too so the only way to fact check him is to ask his half-sister. Little My calls him out every time just to be a menace, in true older sister fashion

And when it comes to Little My, she treats you like one of the group regardless. But that doesn't mean she’s not going to complain about your long human legs and so on. Will absolutely use you to get the things she wants off of high shelves. And will laugh if you bang your head on something. I mean, the creatures you come across come in different sizes so it’s not uncommon to find homes and structured built for them. But it's sweet sometimes too (as sweet as she can be) when she calls you her human. And maybe, sometimes (since having humans around isn't something most residents are used to) she’ll drag you around to some events with the neighbors to see their reaction (and maybe to brag about her gf, but she won't tell you that-)

On the other hand Snorkmaiden is so curious! Asks you about human culture and fashion. Sometimes the others joke that she’s turning into her brother. Begs you to take her to a human village, though that would either require crazy high stealth or some magic. Since you just showed up in the Moominvalley, she’s very open to show you all the kinds of wonders that were ordinary to her before. Being with you made her see them as more special, she loves that part of your relationship a lot. Plus, if you compliment her ability to change colour (not sure if that's a part of the show, but she can do that in the books) she’ll flush and turn all colours of the rainbow

Okay, Sniff is a funny one because this guy’s afraid of so much but also wants to seem so brave and cool in front of you. Of course, he insists that he was totally not terrified when you two first met. And he thinks being human makes you kind of special (I mean, in Moominvalley it actually does) so he’ll always emphasize that he’s your favourite. Yeah, that's right guys, he has a human girlfriend and she likes him best. Right? You do like him best, yes? Overall, he’s pretty silly and will exaggerate everyday things just to see the shine of wonder in your eyes (and because he feels like he has to give you something special so you stay with him). Still terrified that you just found your way into the valley though, what if bad humans come too 😰😰

Moomin is a lot more carefree about the idea. He’s so happy to be with you and show you around though he tends to forget that the things that might be ordinary to him are totally new to you. Obsessed with any type of human trinket you have on you. And if he could he’d stay up all night just to hear you talk about your life before coming to live with them. Honestly, he asks a lot of questions and some of them might be a little intrusive, but he doesn't get upset if you don't want to answer them. Oh, and he might have forgotten to mention the hibernation thing to you. Oops

As expected, Snork would ask a ton of questions. Ready to answer any you might have too, but be prepared for a lengthy rant every time you ask. Though to be fair, if he’s your significant other, then you might not find that too dreadful. He’s more of a theory guy though, so half the time when you all go on your adventures, you’re not much more prepared than when you first joined the group. Still, he truly does find your world interesting and will listen, no matter what you choose to tell him

And for the bonus character that nobody asked for - Stinky! To be fair, I think it would be funny for a normal human girl to appear in that magical world and just go like, yeah, I like this mean creature the best. I don't think he would be nice about you being a human, but that's kind of on brand. He would be interested in your human possessions and stories. Even if it's hard to tell that he’s genuinely interested. Later he would add to the stories you told him and scare other creatures with them. You’re free to join at any time if you wish to contribute to the chaos

#moomin x reader #moominvalley #moominvalley x reader #snorkmaiden x reader #little my x reader #snork x reader #sniff x reader #snufkin x reader #stinky moominvalley #stinky x reader

[velnna]

This might sound like an odd question but I’m planning on making my own comic at some point and I was wondering if you had any advice? Specifically in making the plot, deciding what each character does and maybe panel/page composition and how to make harmonious colour palettes?

Also one more question but when you were at the beginning of developing Stray Souls did you post little lore/plot snippets and character doodles/info or did you mainly wait until the comic was out?

(Sorry I know this is a lot but I was just wondering sort of what your process is because everything seems so seamless and well-put-together :> )

Ehh first of all the seamless and put-togetherness is an illusion 🫠

A lot of my work is built organically (fancy way of saying I just sorta wing it) and very dependent on what makes me excited at each given point. Generally, I come up with an idea for a character or a plot point and from there start branching out.

Say, I create character A. A needs a story so I create some beats for them, a beginning-middle-end type thing. While thinking of this, characters B, C, etc pop up as placeholders/devices for A's story, and the world gets shaped around it as well. Then suddenly something in the world gets decided that in turn changes A's story a little, and so on. Then I go into B, C, etc and do the same thing (build a story, let it bleed into the world and let the world bleed into it).

There's pros and cons to this sort of thing of course. Most of the time I over-develop characters or world bits that are completely unnecessary and clutter the narrative (especially when it's something like a comic, where things need to be explained visually and economically), and because of this sort of chaotic process I also tend to get entangled in my own concepts and lose track of my main threads. I don't dislike it entirely so it's just a matter of figuring out what works best for your own goals and processes.

Some general advice for comics that I've learned from trial and error: try stripping your story down to its bare bones and see what you absolutely need VS what's there for flavour or added context. Only add flavour once you're sure you can tackle the minimum, both in writing and artwise. Keep your character designs simple if you value your hands lol. It's fun to design complicated details but you WILL get tired of drawing them after a while. Sometimes it's ok to tell and not show 🤷‍♂️ if you're a one-man team sometimes you just gotta bite the bullet. Bear in mind that long stories will take YEARS to complete in comic format. Not an end all be all, but you do need to think about that. Also just go for it once you've got a structure you feel good about. I personally don't like over planning and don't even script things, so I don't think you need to have everything on paper before getting some chapters rolling. Most of what I've learned about comics has been making them, not thinking about making them. Oh, and readers tend to be more lenient than we give them credit for - if you're passionate enough about your world or characters, chances are at least some people will be interested regardless of whether you think art or writing are up to par

As for the other question, I spoiled the shit out of stray souls before launching it and still kinda do it for fun LMAO. Nothing too serious ofc but I've always loved giving people an insight into characters and world outside of the comic since the comic itself is a little peek into the whole thing. It also kinda serves to keep people interested imo

And I just can't keep my mouth shut about my stories lol

#q&a

[drachenmagier]

Hi! Saw your post about commissioners using AI as a skeevy way to get cheap fully-rendered art from artists (thank you for spreading the info btw! Deeply concerning the ways these AI programs are being used to make an already difficult field of work even harder 🥲).

But it also got me thinking a bit about TOS's and pricing your work, particularly commercial work... I'm in the process of preparing to open up for commissions for the first time in years myself, and was wondering if you had any advice/resources for putting together a professional looking TOS and figuring out how to handle commercial licensing? I know this stuff tends to be super regional, but it's so hard to find consistent information online on the topics 😞

I can only tell you how I handle it. :) For normal commissions, do feel free to copy whichever part of my TOS you think will work for you from my private commission info. If you're not Swiss, the last line on the page won't be usable. 

A lot of doing art and illustration commissions is trial and error. I know it was for me. Tons of mistakes and hopefully not repeating them. 

For pricing, a friend told me two things that stuck with me and helped deciding on prices since then. 

First thing she told me is that exclusive rights for a simple caricature for a newspaper go for USD 800.- and up. Mind ya, she said that YEARS ago. And prices change. But if a simple black and white doodle goes for USD 800.-, don't sell exclusive rights to your full colour A4+ artwork for less. 

If in doubt, don't sell your exclusive rights at all. Most clients don't need them and if someone tells you they will give you USD 25.- and a voucher for -10% off their own product for it, tell them to fuck off.

People will try. And you will learn to say no. 

The second important pricing tip I got from said friend: decide on a price that makes it easy for you to let go. If you regret having sold it, the price was not high enough.

Most companies have their own contracts and their own price lists. It helps if you are able to adjust your work to their budget and deadline. 

Read the contracts carefully, don't skim anything, only sign them when you understand them. Especially US-contracts have a lot of complicated looking clauses in them, like the Indemnification clause. If they tell you that a clause is just there and you don't need to understand it, you can sign the contract as it is: run. 

Most clients won't actually need or even want exclusive rights, simple print licenses will be enough for them. A rough over-the-thumb minimum pay would be around CHF 200.- to 250.- per work day. 

I will add a third point here:

If you really want something to exist and be a part of it, then do it. Have fun. We mostly regret the things we never tried and never did. And if you only do things for the money and don't get paid, it leaves you with nothing (my thanks to Neil Gaiman and his commencement speech "Make Good Art").

Some of my most amazing commissions were orders from people who couldn't pay a lot, but were awesome individuals with fantastic ideas. And I don't regret a second of the work I put into those commissions. But THAT is your decision. And purely yours. Don't let people tell you what to be exited about. 

Maybe the thing you will be exited about is a kid that wants to pay you three shiny rocks for a drawing of their super hero princess cat wizard. 

And you will make it the fucking best super hero princess cat wizard for one of the rocks, because you don't want the kid to have no shiny rocks anymore~. <3 

#drachenmagier #artist help #advice #artists on tumblr #commissions #super hero princess cat wizard

[rennybu]

Hiii Andy! I've adore your art for years and your characters. Their designs are so lovely!! And expressive!! I was wondering if you had any tips for a cohesive character design? Or even advice on adding little asymmetrical details or features? And help is greatly appreciated! Thanks! Wishing you all the best!

HELLOO!!! AAAH Thank you so much for such a thoughtful question, this makes me so happy to hear! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get back to you, it turns out I have way too many things to say about this topic AKLSDHFKLSDG

(pls take this readmore<3)

For the starting point in a design, I try to stick to whatever rules apply for the setting the character is in, and their role in that setting.

Basic colour theory is always at the back of my mind, as well. I tend to use analogous and complementary colours when I design my characters and their closets. Analogous colours keep a palette contained and feeling similar to itself without being monotone. And then using colours that are complementary to that elsewhere in the design adds contrast while still maintaining that feeling of cohesion :D

The intended use of the character also heavily affects what can make a design cohesive or not - it's very dependent on art style and medium. (A design for use in animation would be extremely different from semi-realistic TTRPG concept art. The rest of what I've written skews more towards the second option!)

I consider the colours, shapes and materials that make sense for what I want to convey about the world, and how the character would want to be presented in it. The Dogwood characters are my current exercise; Mel's clothes fit him perfectly since he works a labor intensive job on the farm, and his identity is wrapped up in it so he never strays far from heavy cotton, straight cut. Ryan and Park both wear ill-fitting clothes in completely different ways (Ryan, butchly. Park, autistic and transly) - and they each have work uniforms. Ryan's work uniform suits her gnc appearance (welding coveralls/safety gear), while Park's uniform completely transforms him into "Just Some Guy" and that changes how others read him, too (cashier). And they all shop at Local Thrift Store / Farmer's Surplus / The Walmart 1hr Outside of Town. Their styles give them each a distinct silhouette, and their levels of social comfort as well as public expression contribute to body language, colour choices, and shapes that make them stand apart from each other despite living in the same small bubble. COHESION!

Asymmetrical details and features are my FAAAAV THEY ARE SO FUN, I find inspiration for these in people-watching, nature documentaries, architecture, my reflection, my friends.. <333 This part is also fun to tie in to the character's setting! Springboard questions like. Are they prone to injuries? Magical injuries? Do they have like, modern dental procedures available? Do they give a shit about crooked or crowded teeth? Are they missing a tooth, or did they chip one? Do they smile a lot and have crow's feet/other wrinkles? Do they get a lot of sun, and do they have/use sunscreen? (Even finer wrinkles.) Did they have acne as a teen? Do they still? Are they in a combat-heavy setting, with the scars to show it? Even more uniform features like freckles aren't symmetrical.

Clothing is really good to use to play with asymmetry - maybe the character rolls their cuffs but one is coming undone a little. Jewelry of all types is also great for asymmetry since it can go anywhere on the body!! Facial and other physical deformities or injuries are also incredible to see, and should be researched to find out if they impact other parts of a person's overall health and mobility outright. The different skin texture of a birthmark, for example! I noticed in certain photographs, the subject's red birthmark changed the texture of the skin, so I started drawing Orson with one drooping eyelid on the side affected by his birthmark. The more you look, the more you find!

Before I get too carried away. I try to use asymmetrical details and features as a way to boost that "world setting" cohesion, and to bring attention to parts of the character I am personally endeared by or want other people to notice. Mahon's snaggletooth is an eternal fav, which made me draw him smiling more, which made me more prone to drawing lines around his eyes. And since the anchor is in his left hand, and he tries to hide it subconsciously, I put thumb-holes in his left sleeves, which he plucks through as a nervous fidget, and as a result, his clothes pull a little across his entire body :D ITS VERY FUN to find the right jumping-off point that lets specific details click into place. For Mahon especially, since so many of those details are derived from the setting and his role in it!

Asymmetry and symmetry are just tools at ur disposal. Asymmetry tends to be more comfortable and natural. Symmetry gives a sense of stability and can be pushed for a sense of power, a sense of being uncanny, rigid, etc. Asymmetry can also be pushed into uncaniness depending on what it's applied to!! (But as a matter of personal taste, I find asymmetrical details to feel more natural and inviting than perfectly symmetrical ones. Which. Again. Depending on the character's purpose, could equally contribute to a cohesive design!!!)

OMG ok my final thought. Asymmetry can also be used as a balancing tool which yet again lends to a sense of cohesion. Adding a detail on the left while leaving it out on the right, repeated throughout with different details where applicable. Loam's colour spots, archery gear, scars and jewelry are all areas I've played with this idea.

#asks #i hope this helps even a little! #if u want to zero in on specifics pls dont be shy to ask #I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL!!!! wishing you the best TOO!

[usernyoom]

hey I love your edits and I was just wondering what you use/do to edit your photos? Not to copy, just in awe!

omggg thank you anon!!! the fact u want to know at all means so much 😭💓 especially when theres so many people posting edits that have a much better understanding of how to edit photos than me!!! (may i direct you to the amazing @yesloulou and her gifs..) ask me anything im happy to share and for u to copy my techniques (??) send me any other questions u have if i dont answer them i cud talk abt this all day .. 🫶🫶

so! i use the mobile version of lightroom when im editing photos quickly e.g. on race day, and tbf, its my main editing app. if that doesnt click with u, theres also snapseed which is a google editing app that i also used for a while until i realised lightroom was free (a blessing 😭). I also sometimes use photopea as a rip-off photoshop if i want to do more crazy stuff 🤪🤪🤪

first thing is crop the image if it needs it. i have a preference for portrait photos, just bc i prefer the way they look when posted. i use all sorts of ratios, but my favourites are 3:4 and 5:4 just bc i think they work best with driver portraits! (hot tip: the rule of thirds is soooo helpful!! find a metaphorical 'line' through the photo and line that up with one of the thirds) (lightroom produces the grid automatically when u crop xxx)

the next thing i do with a photo is correct the lighting and colouring. there are plenty of tutorials online and i can go more indepth if u want, but i tend to favour lower contrast with low highlights (bc i hate when u lose detail in highlights. the bane of my existence). its usually the first thing i try, but if it looks horrible i'll try different things. to correct colouring, i use the tint/temperature sliders (im still learning how to intuitively use these rather than messing around and going hm. too purple right before i post). since most of the photos i edit r taken by super talented F1 photographers i rarely have to use curves, but sometimes i do! so i do that as well before i get into the meat of it if needed 😌

then i adjust the tint/temperature & vibrance and saturation until i'm getting the vibe i want (e.g. i love making max photos cooler toned). then i use colour mix to change anything specific about colours in the image (i most commonly use this to make daniel/charles' skin less yellow and more red toned, to soften any redness or to make max's blush pink). then i colour grade!

after that i decide whether the image needs sharpening, extra texture or dehazing, and then i add grain! i prefer a rough, understated grain so that you dont lose loads of the detail from the photo. here's some examples of before and afters of some of my more complex edits:

-> this one was lighting correction and colour correction! i also used curves im pretty sure 😭

-> exposure and contrast changes and colour changes/grading (can we appreciate this photo.. wow)

-> made photo brighter (pretty sure i lowered the highlights..) n changed the temperature of the photo

i hope this helps!!!! if anyone wants me to do like a proper adjustment by adjustment type thing send me an ask and i will do!!! thank you so much kind anon 💖🫵

#ahhhhh anon ur so sweet i hope this is comprehensive?? sorry if i went overboard 😔😔😔 #beth answers #lovely internet people

[bearsinpotatosacks]

You'll Save Me (Even if I don't know I need it) - Whumptober2023

I tend to deflect when I'm feeling threatened

One random day, Spock and McCoy are beamed off the ship without warning. A few weeks later, Jim finds them but they're in very different states.

For day 18 of @whumptober . Also on AO3.

Words: 1423

The corridors were quiet, serene and sterile. Not white, like most horror movies made it seem. But a pale yellow colour with blue benches outside each door. No one had noticed them yet, because there was no one to notice. Well, they hadn’t tried to break out their friends yet.

"Which rooms are we looking for again?" Jim asked the landing parry.

"Rooms 14, and 37, Captain." Said Chekov.

Why were they so split up? They'd been taken together so why separate them? Unless they were sorting by different criteria. He was really starting to miss Spock’s analysis.

“So any one of these then?” He asked, noticing the numbers around them.

“Actually, yes, Captain.”

They took a second to look around and spotted Room 14. There was a passcode on the door, of course there was, Spock would’ve walked out if there wasn’t one. He shrugged, not caring if an alarm was raised, and hit the panel with three blasts of his phaser. The door opened with a click. 

Kicking the door open, he saw Spock in a serene state. He wasn’t shocked. It was Spock. But he knew that despite how calm he seemed on the exterior, there was usually a storm on the inside. 

He was sat with his eyes closed, deep in meditation with his legs crossed as he sat in the middle of a white room. The bed was white, flat and basic, apart from a basic box room in the corner that he assumed a was a bathroom. As they moved into the room, he snapped his eyes opened. 

“Captain.” He said. 

No ‘is that you’? No questions. Because of course he wouldn’t. He was Spock. He’d be analysing every second of this, noticing the difference in the room, the air and the way they moved. He knew it was them.

“Mister Spock, mind if we break you out?”

“Interesting question, Captain, because your behaviour is suggesting that you weren’t giving me an option-” He said, getting up and walking toward him. 

Jim just smiled. Spock stopped mid speech and cocked his head. 

“Was that a joke?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, it was not very funny.”

Jim couldn’t be angry at all. He’d missed this, their back and forth, his days had been to quiet since he’d been beamed off last week. Bones too, they’d been taken together, randomly, with no warning. Talking of Bones. 

“You wouldn’t happen to have seen Bones, would you?”

“No, Captain, why?”

He didn’t know?

“He went missing too, beamed off the same time as you,” he walked out of the room, Spock followed. “We’ve located his pattern as being here, alongside yours.”

“Fascinating.”

They began to walk, following Chekov as he led them presumably toward Room 37. Spock was still in his uniform, his familiar haircut grown out a millimetre more and was dishevled in a way he’d never seen before. It was a little bit unsettling. 

“Do you know what all of this is about?” He said. “I assume that you have some idea with all the time you’ve had to think.”

“Indeed. I hypothesise that this is an experiment of some sort, with how controlled things were, every day was the same, there was as little input in those rooms as possible so as to not interfere with whatever they were testing for. That, I haven’t figured out yet, I have not seen the other subjects, so I cannot make an assumption on that fact.”

“Yes, we haven’t seen much else either. Does the fact that Dr McCoy was taken change anything?”

He took a second to think. They continued to walk through the corridors that were all starting to look the same when an alarm sounded. He was beginning to wonder when that was going to start. You don’t break into a place and not get chased. 

Starting into a jog, he said to Spock, “How about we continue this conversation later?”

“That would be wise Captain, I think we’re being chased.”

He looked over his shoulder and saw three armed guards all with phasers of their own running down the corridor. The yellow stained walls were turning orange from the flashing red lights. A bleeping alarm was making it hard to hear anything but he managed to speak anyway. 

“Mr Chekov, how far away are we?”

“It should be any one of these rooms, Captain!” 

With the lights flashing, and the guards getting closer in his peripheral vision, it was hard to find the room yet he found it. He threw a phaser to Spock and opened the door the same way he’d opened the other, by blasting it to pieces. But this time, he didn’t see someone serene, calm and managing in the only way they’d been taught. His stomach dropped.

The room was equally as well lit. When they walked in, the sounds from outside, the alarm, the guards, was swallowed up until they sounded distant and foggy. Bones was sat at the back wall. His hands in his hair and red rimmed eyes as he stared blankly at them.

“Bones?” He said, more softly this time. “It’s us.”

“The toe bones’ connected to the foot bone, the foot bones’ connected to the ankle bone, the ankle bones’ connected to the leg bone,” he sang under his breath, not listening to him at all it seemed. 

He stepped closer, ignoring the part of him scared of the guards approaching, who wanted to grab Bones over his shoulder and run out. But he knew better. His doctor was delicate, sensitive. 

“Bones, it’s me, Jim,” he said again, crouching down so he was in his line of vision.

“The leg bone's connected to the knee bone, the knee bone's connected to the thigh bone, the thigh bone's connected to the hip bone,”

His eyes shifted from the wall behind him to Jim himself. He still didn’t stop his song. 

“The hip bone's connected to the back bone, the back bone's connected to the neck bone, the neck bone's connected to the head bone,”

“Bones, Leonard, McCoy, please, look at me, it’s me, Jim,”

He pulled a risky move and reached out to him. He didn’t move his hand away when he did. In fact, the risk payed off, he seemed to wake up. Had they done something to him? Part of their experiment? 

“Stop,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “I know you’re not real and interacting doesn’t help anything, now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna carry on singing my song.”

Jim huffed and held his hand closer, pulling him toward him. In a fit of impulse, he used is weight to pull him off the floor. Bones didn’t look too happy. 

“Now stop it. I don’t know if they’re giving me somethin’ or my mind’s just a bit more fragile than I thought it was, but I am not letting something in my head affect me so.”

Spock stepped forward. “Doctor, in your professional opinion, can one speak to their hallucinations in this way?”

“Well, that’s a complicated question-”

“Can one speak to their hallucinations like this?”

“I guess not-”

“So, we’re real then?”

Bones deflated but smiled. Fatigue was written all over his face. There was something unhinged in his eyes. He hadn’t been meditating, that was for sure. 

“I guess, but-”

“But what?” Jim tried to pull him toward the door. The guards were approaching and he wanted to get out of here before they were all put in these cells. 

“I’ve dreamt of this Jim, I’ve seen it, this place it, it makes things all wonky, how do I know this is real?”

Jim stepped forward and placed his hand on his cheek. He smiled as Bones lent into it subconsciously. 

“That’s how.”

Bones sighed and nodded. “Let’s get going.”

He took his hand as he pulled him along. The guards were right outside the door. Chekov and a few security officers were firing their phasers with precision that only came with practice. He appreciated how it didn’t take long for them to clear the way.

Bones clung to him, his hand gripping his arm like a lifeline. The alarm was still blaring as Jim pulled out his communicator. 

“Scotty, can you beam us up?”

“Sure, Captain, have you got them?”

“Yeah, six to beam up.”

Jim felt himself being pulled. The sound of the transporter playing over the general chaos of the hallway. 

“Can you keep it down? I’ve only had silence for however long I was in there,”

There was his Bones.

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This was going to be an AOS fic but I decided to change it to TOS. I think it's how I wrote Spock's speech, it just gave Leonard Nimoy vibes. Also I didn't intend for mckirk to be in there but there isn't enough tos mckirk from what i've seen. I also interpreted this as the people were just holding an experiment, whereas for the people they're experimenting on think it's torture. Thanks for reading! @whumptober-archive

#whumptober 2023 #fic #star trek tos #star trek #tortured for information #i tend to deflect when i'm feeling threatened #leonard mccoy #jim kirk #spock #pavel chekov #leonard bones mccoy #bones mccoy #bones tos #james t kirk #captain kirk #spock tos #bear writes

[knightofhylia]

Hello!

I’m sorry to bother you but recently I’ve been trying to get into tech magic using video games, and I’m having trouble with spells specifically. With games such as Stardew Vally, the one I’m trying to plan for, it seems that there are certain limitations to work with, and I was wondering if you had any advice on spell work in video games

Have a good day/night/evening!✨💐🍡🍯

never a bother I love answering questions!!

I will admit thiugh, I have only seen like one or two live streams of Stardew valley so anyone who has played it feel free to add on to this post with more specific info!! (so a lot of this is going to be more based on stuff I do in Animal Crossing)

Stardew Valley is a good game to use though, especially if you understand how video games work (especially ones that are RPG maker style). Video games are great for manifestation because games are wired to have things constantly going on in the background even if you aren't there, so games are good at keeping things active in the spiritual space.

Since crops are a big thing in this game, you can use those for spells! Most plants have magic properties and you can assign the same meanings digitally. For instance, Corn is great to use for abundance spells, sun spells, has associations with PLENTY of deities. You can assign each crop its magic properties and that way when you water, tend, and harvest this crop, you are working on the spell. Not selling all your corn and keeping a little stashed a way is a easy type of 'money jar', add a little more to the inventory each time, etc. Planting crops in certain formations (example, corn and potatoes to protect your money and keep yourself grounded and stabilized)

(I don't know if this works in Stardew valley) but organizing your inventory can be like a spell jar. You can arrange your crops and plants into a specific order (by colour, type) in your inventory as a digital spell jar. You can also use Sigils to design crop and flower beds! It doesn't have to be extravagant, maybe planting corn in a circle to keep abundance flowing and noving, squares to keep it protected. Same can be done with ore/crystals. If you can cook, that's basically a spell right there!

Most of my villagers in animal crossing have a spirit semi assigned to them (mostly based on personality) and so when I give gifts to them I like to think it's going to the spirit as well. For instance, Raymond reminds me of one of my spirit guides, so I give him gifts and make sure to finish any quests he gives me to keep that connection! I know building friendships is a big part of Stardew Valley as well, and that can be applied as an IRL friendship/relationship spell!

Colour magic is also pretty big with video games when you can't exactly put whatever you want in the game. If you're trying to do a love spell maybe plant strawberries, tulips, rhubarb (red and pink plants) in a heart, or manifest that as you water them your love grows or that the flowers attract love. Changing clothes colours as well is a big thing for me (I change my outfit in acnh for basically any new task I'm doing, same as botw).

Basically, follow the rules of as above, so below. Whatever you might do IRL with the plants/animals and all their associations can be applied to the video game as well!

I hope this gave you some ideas, and anyone who is more familiar with Stardew and it's magic potential feel free to add on !

#stardew valley #video game magic #pop culture magic #digital witchcraft #pc magic #tech witch

[kitkatscabinet]

Hi hi! I was wondering if you could write a Nick piece where the reader helps with the kitchen area and knows that Nick doesn’t open up, so they have an unspoken system of when they cook and clean with some words spoken when needed. They both slowly open up and talk a little bit but not as much and notice habits of each other in the kitchen. some of the consulars noticed how they work together and tried to push them together since they see them as a good couple.

Ok so I have to admit I personally am a terrible cook and hate cooking so I hope this is alright. I also have two other requests involving cooking, one of them is another Nick one. Don't worry I'll be doing that one too it just might be a little different to the request as I don't want them to be too similar.

Genre: fluff

Word count: 920

When you had first interacted with Nick you had noticed that he seemed pretty withdrawn and while you wanted to get to know him you weren’t about to push past his comfort zone. That was where the kitchen came in, the both of you had been placed in charge of the cooking for all the kids and staff. From day one it was like something had just clicked between you two and not even two weeks later you worked like a well-oiled machine. Passing each other any needed implements and moving within the space as if you had a 6th sense for the others presence.

Unable to help yourself your eyes travelled over to where Nick was standing watching his face for a split second before a pain in your finger brought you attention back to the task you had started. “Fuck” you yelled dropping the knife to inspect your injury, the pain really registering as you took in the blood slowly covering your hand. Nick was at your side in an instant taking your hand in his and leading you over to the sink as you tried to answer his questions without admitting that you’d been staring at him like a creep. An idiotic creep that now had a slice in their fingers and palm that was hurting like a bitch.

Nick was tending to your hand with a gentleness and care that had your breath hitching in your throat. That was a turning point in your relationship, from then on, your kitchen routine changed slightly. Where there were only the occasional words before, now there were little jokes and smiles exchanged. The jokes turned into stories and anecdotes of your day as you found out his favourite colour, food and dream holiday. Still surface level things, but more than you would have expected. You could safely say he was now one of your closest friends and confidantes. It seemed like your fellow counsellors had picked up on the sparks that were present and you were currently being coached by an enthusiastic Emma, Jacob and Abi on how to confess. As you were unaware that Nick was undergoing the same treatment from Dylan, Kaitlyn and even Ryan.

However, the next day the both of you ended up chickening out, your efficient system uncharacteristically faltering as the pair of you stumbled around each other. You bumping into him and him handing you the wrong ingredients on multiple occasions.

“What happened?” Jacob demanded at seeing your crestfallen expression, against all odds he had somehow become your closest friend and was your most vocal supporter.

“I couldn’t do it. I chickened out” you cried in a disappointed voice, shoulders slumping as you relived your previous experience. Jacob had brought a comforting hand up to rest on your shoulder and you greatly appreciated his attempt to comfort you as he pointed out that there was always tomorrow, or the next day. Taking a deep breath you nodded at him, tomorrow, tomorrow was a new day and you were definitely going to confess.

You had arrived to the kitchen a few minutes earlier than usual determined to finally confess your growing feelings for the man. Hearing the door open you turned to face the noise with a beaming smile as you greeted your crush. Smile fading slowly as he only nodded his head in return, you had thought the two of you had gotten past that but it wasn’t too far out of character so you pushed on.

 You were working fine, better than yesterday but still up not up to the usual standard. Opening your mouth, you pushed on “Hey Nick… I need to uh tell you something.” You were facing him now hands twiddling as you waited for him to face you. But to your frustration he didn’t, prompting you to speak up once again “Nick! This is really important, could you look at me please” your voice wavered slightly as your confidence faltered. “I uh, wanted to tell you that” you paused, allowing your tongue to wet your dying lips as you cleared your throat.

“You wanted to tell me that you like Jacob. All right. I get it can we get back to cooking now” he said abruptly, tone sharper than you’d ever heard. You knew you should probably be concerned but you couldn’t stop the laughter from bursting out of your chest at the absurdity. Seeing hurt flash on his face you stopped, rushing to explain yourself and stepping closer to him.

“I’m sorry for laughing I really am” you said, still giggling occasionally “Oh me and Jacob, that’s probably the funniest thing you’ve ever said by the way.” Your attempt to lift the mood definitely made things worse as he turned to storm off. Grabbing his arm, you gently spun him around and brought him closer so you were standing in each other space. “Wow there cowboy, what I’ve been trying to say is… I like you. I like you a lot” you grinned, watching as realisation appeared on Nick’s face. He slowly looked into your eyes, his own crinkling in happiness that you didn’t get to witness long before he was pulling you into a kiss. You practically melted against him in return, moving your hands up to cup his face. The two of you stayed locked in your embrace until the beeping of a fire alarm had you breaking apart in alarm. Fuck… you’d forgotten about the oven, but Nick's joyous laughter made things worth it.

#the quarry nick #nick furcillo x reader #the quarry requests #the quarry #the quarry oneshot #nick furcillo x you #nick x gn! reader

[eunoiaaaivy]

Hiii! Heard from your event from a moot and decided to join if that's okay <3 I'll be taking the premium economy ticket 🥰 As for my personal description, I really love singing, music, Sanrio, barbie, and Disney. When travelling, I tend to overreact and bring lots of things (headache pills, plastic bags for when someone feels nauseous, bandaids etc) and since I don't usually use data or hotspot, I'd bring books or other things to keep me entertained on long trips but end up not using them. I really love cats, dogs, and most animals but you'll also find me screeching my head off in the presence of a spider and cockroach. I love sweets sm but I don't think it's enough to say I have sweet tooth 😅 I spun my wheel to choose who'd be my loved one but I ended up choosing Reiner from AOT. My favourite artist is Taylor Swift. My favourite colour is pink, and my destination is Palawan, Philippines (Always wanted to go there) and my favorite food is either pizza or chicken but honestly jury's still out and my favorite drink is without a doubt, chocolate milk. I'm all for sweet, cheesy, romantic fluff🥰 THANK YOUUU <33

PREMIUM ECONOMY: A TRIP TO PALAWAN, PHILIPPINES WITH REINER! @officialparentofadrien

╰┈➤thank you for visiting eunoia airlines! palawan is indeed a beautiful place! i too would like to visit palawan one day as a fellow filipino! eat some pizza, boom loud music with reiner and relax! allow yourself to breath and pamper yourself as you enjoy the breeze with your loved one.

listen to this: i. ii. iii. iv. v.

cw- fluff, a trip to palawan, petnames (love), cheesy stuff, tinge of angst.

a/n: hi guys, im sorry for being inactive for a few months. my mental health went down hill. but i hope you enjoy this one!

Lover.

he never thought about love. no. love was something...indescribable to him. reiner thinks it's something cheesy. something that hurts. he thinks it was just another emotion in this world full of chaos.

love to him was something hurtful. reiner thinks it wasn't worth it. to him, it was a whirlwind of emotions, something people found euphoric and...what was the word again? yeah. bittersweet. he thought it was something of convenience, an emotion to past time.

love was something...he didn't receive as a child. reiner dismissed the thought at a young age. he dismissed the thought of an emotion something so fleeting- something so wild at the age of 7.

he remembers being interested in literature at such a young age, he found it wonderful. something that fed his curious mind about the world and how human minds work. how emotions work.

he remembers only knowing two emotions as a child. anger and sadness.

two emotions- even when he reads those of love poems and stories with happy endings, he only can understand two. he could never understand why blushing was something to gush over about. it was just another human function where adrenaline rushed through our cheeks.

he couldn't fathom why, how do humans feel emotions called 'happiness and love.' wasn't it just another emotion? he couldn't comprehend...why he couldn't feel such a thing. he felt like space, something vast, something wide, dark. empty. he was only filled with meteors and stars and other space objects.

but no, reiner changed his mind at the age of 10. he wasn't space. he wasn't filled with shining stars or meteors that were ignited once they try to collide in to something. rather, he thought he was just...something empty.

days and nights reading and reading about stories with happy endings, he still didn't understand. even in the middle of his parents fighting, even when he could hear from outside of his room the shouts and the clashing of broken vases hitting the ground, his only thoughts were "what was love? is this love?"

reiner thought love was something the would hinder him in his goals. like a rocketship in space, he thought that love was a meteor striking his spaceship.

he could still feel the sting when his mother's hand went into collision with his cheek at the age of 11. what was love? was it really like the vast, empty space? was it like the meteor who tore down the dinosaurs?

yes. he thought love something was useless. but no, it wasn't anymore. not until it was 10th grade did he understand what love was.

he could remember...the way his heart ran many miles like that meteor that struck earth many years ago. reiner could remember the way his hands went clammy on that exact spring morning, just looking at you.

the reiner braun remembers how stupid he looked talking to you.

he thought he was sick. but he remembers those years of reading his favorite literature. "know thy self." socrates said, but in that spur of moment- every moment with you, he didn't know who he was.

but he found himself, along with the meaning of love. never in his life, had he thought about loving someone. most especially you.

the you- who was just fleeting, so euphoric and as bright as the sun. was this how eros felt when he saw psyche? was this how eros wounded himself? because he found psyche so beautiful, ethereal and enchanting? so gorgeous that he unknowingly fell from a high place already?

he felt like icarus staring at you. you were the bright, shiny and yellow sun he was drawn to. you were a star, in contrast of his bland, vast and wide universe.

was this the love he secretly yearned for years?

reiner became more desperate to know what this emotion called 'love' is. but he learned along the way.

he learned love because of you. he remembers the spark in his heart when he hears your joyous laugh. reiner could remember the way his heart was sent running miles per millisecond everytime he thought of you, everytime he thought of loving you.

he learned the likes and dislikes of a person one could never imagine to be his. you were a blessing sent by God himself.

he could remember the way your round cheeks would puff with aggression when pre-calculus was getting on your nerves in your second year in senior high. he thought, how could he be so blessed and lucky to have you? you were so cute!

reiner, surprisingly even when he was so embarrassed- his first gift to you. sanrio clips and pins that fitted perfectly on your hair. it added more contrast to your already beautiful face.

reiner thinks he doesn't deserve you, but everytime you calm his heart down, everytime you shush his woes with your hands caressing his face- he thought about how could someone be so beautiful and kind?

you were an angel sent from heaven, from God himself.

reiner thinks that his love for you was stronger than his fear. it wasn't a thought, because it was true. he left those fears in the dark, and went to your bright and shining light.

he thought about a future with you. a future where mornings were filled with comforting hugs and smiles. nights were the warmth you radiated lulled him to sleep. he thought about it all-

"love! come on let's dance beneath the sunset. palawan is much more special if we do that!" rang in reiner's ear as he hears your joyous laughter. up till now, he thought you were just amazing.

reiner could see the way your hair glistened under the rays of the sun setting. he could smell the waves of palawan, and he could feel the way the sand was conducting it's warm and cool heat beneath his feet.

but he doesn't care. reiner doesn't care about how beautiful the vast ocean was waving at him, or how the paddings of his feet blew sand behind him. he could only focus on you.

the way your hands perfectly fitted in his as you both ran along the sand of palawan, or the way you would look at him with that bright smile, reiner thinks that you're quite beautiful again as your dress sways along the warm breeze of philippines.

this felt like paradise as reiner closed his eyes, the paddings of your cheek was on his chest and your hands wrapped around his middle. his chin was propped on top of your head, a contented sigh leaving pass his lips.

"were you thinking again?" oh that beautiful voice he loved asked him. he knows, and he hopes that you could hear his heart beating. an indication that reiner's heart only belonged to you and only you.

"mhm, a few stuff, love, but it's nothing." he hummed softly as he swayed your bodies under the setting sun, his large hand on the small of your back. it was a lie, he thought a lot of stuff.

"don't think too much, your head would hurt." you reminded with a small chuckle as he peers down at your face gazing at the sunset, still on his chest. he could see those sanrio clips he gave you, and even now he still thought you looked so cute.

"ofcourse, i wouldn't wanna miss boracay for a headache." he could hear your small chuckle again, making him smile. he felt like you guys were teenagers again, madly in love without a care in the world.

it was true. no thought of love, or questions of it as a child can replace the way he feels now. it was greater than anything he's ever felt. anger and sadness was no more the moment he fell at the sight of you.

now he was just filled with the emotions he thought he could never feel. love and happiness.

"isn't the sunset beautiful?" you asked him, face turned away. but he was only staring at you, "yes, it is." he only replied.

reiner could remember those heartbreaking scenes in those books he loved. that was the line of those thick books he read, where the characters part.

but no, it was an understanding between both of you only. it wasn't a declaration of "goodbye" or "i love you, but im letting you go." no it wasn't any of those.

it was the complete opposite, it was the meaning of- atleast in his wording, that even in the woes or the fact that this world is cruel, there'll always be that emotion that will connect you two. love.

love something was eternal to him now, like space- the universe rather, his life was vast, big and spacious. but it was now filled stars, nebulas and meteorites filling his head. like the shining sun, a big object in our solar system, so bright and shiny, there was you. his one and only star.

if he could, he would give you the stars across the universe.

love was something that words couldn't describe. no "ilys" or "mahal kita" or any i love you's in many different language can describe the word love.

love can be in any form. be it agape, the love of God to His people or eros who wounded himself, reiner's love for you would always be special.

he thinks if he was eros and you were psyche, he'd definitely wound himself too. love was something greater than people had described. it won't always be wild like fire, or calm like a steady pond. love is unconditional.

to reiner, love is you and only you.

"i love you, my dear love." he voiced out as the sun finally sets behind the vast ocean of palawan, the waves were always waving to both him and you but all he could think about was that;

he was finally home.

"i love you too, rein." you replied back, giving him a big smooch on his cheek. now he could understand why people gush over adrenaline rushing up to our cheeks.

because they felt something- some thrill.

"always and forever?" he asked in a small voice, as you glided him back to the restaurant above. "always and forever." you stated back and grinned at him, now reiner could confirm, love was real.

"come on now! i want pizza and i think i wanna buy too!" you shouted as you ran away from him laughing, with him chuckling and quickly chasing after you.

love was really real.

because he has you.

his one and only lover.

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[script-a-world]

Hello!! I was wondering if you had any tips or resources on deciding on and designing fashion for specific regions/areas when worldbuilding? I’m currently writing a novel thats set in a game-of-thrones-witcher-Lotr-esque fantasy world and having some trouble with separating the clothing of my relevant areas by culture and then by class.

Tex: I’ll toss a couple of links at you first before I get started - the first is from our own blog, and the second is a video by Bernadette Banner.

As a basic set of advice, look at the environment your characters will be living in (climate, what kind of work they do, accessibility to hygiene, etc), and then build from undergarments up to top layers.

An undergarment is anything worn as the layer closest to the skin, and functions as the primary barrier to one’s environment, as well as keeping one’s skin clean as a form of hygiene. Depending on the climate, the undergarments might be more or less covering, and depending on the outer layers worn, more or less voluminous.

For quite a lot of cultures, one’s undergarments are the sum totality of their clothing - this is more common in hotter regions, where the base “layer” is one’s own skin. Sensible, especially when wearing more things equates to an increased risk of overheating.

For overgarments, a lot of this becomes culturally-dependent. What do members of your source cultures want to signal with their clothing? Typical subjects include marital state, age, familial/clan association, and how much money you want people to think you have. This influences local vs imported textiles, cloth vs leathers, incorporation of different furs, and whether - and how much - precious metals and jewels are attached. The delicacy of overgarments can also dictate various signals about social status, as they are generally harder to care for and would require special attention to clean.

Since your stated themes indicate to me a general pre-industrial setting, I believe that also means that artificial textiles are also going to be omitted. This means that elasticity of garments must be worked into their design, typically in the shape of stitching techniques like ruffles, pleating, and smocking. Sometimes this can also mean that fabric textiles are created differently than “standard”, in the sense of looser weaves, differences between warp and weft, or patterning using different materials.

Accordingly, the goals of garment construction - particularly overgarments - are going to have overall durability as one of their main tenets, even for the very wealthy or otherwise very privileged, because the resources for creating any garment will be comparatively much more difficult than our time. Your characters will not be able to simply purchase several yards of polyester in five hundred colours, and have it arrive the next day.

Fashion, as is a deeply-discussed topic in the historybounding and eco-fashion communities, will be “slower”. This means that what garments, silhouettes, and decorations that are defined as “fashionable” will remain in fashion for a longer period of time, and that changes between one era of fashion and the next will tend to build upon itself. Given that undergarments are likely to remain the same over, say, five generations, the overgarments will follow the parameters made by those garments, and will give a narrower range of options for fashion.

In some senses, it is more versatile to change one’s hairstyle - provided hair hygiene has not unduly changed between one generation and the next, jewelry arrangements, or things like hats and other headwear, because they are smaller items that can be swapped out to create different visuals.

What you want to be defined as fashionable will depend largely on your historical sources, in-world resources, economics, and how heavily cultural norms influence changes.

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[mujori]

Hello! I love your edits so much. I was wondering how do you make your gifs not look so crunchy/pixelated? Do you have a tutorial by any chance?

hi anon!! thank you and i appreciate it :-)

The big part I reckon on getting my stuff smooth is recording my footage at a consistent 60fps. I barely do any editing work on my gifs other than cropping it since ReShade/GShade does all the work for me. In Photoshop’s Save for Web tab, the dither and sizing settings will also make a difference on how it’ll look visually when exporting.

If you (and others) want to read more on how my work/thought process through making gifs, feel free to read more as there is a long wall of text ahead lol

but a TL;DR: record your footage at 60fps, or speed your videos/gif up if it isn't 60fps, and in the 'Save for Web (Legacy)' window of Photoshop; size down your gif to under 8-10mb, max out the colours, play with the dither settings & save.

also be sure to check out the gif-making community here on tumblr if you want to learn more. they have plethora of guides, have a google and add "tumblr" to the end of your search. here's a really good guide here from xec if you wanna have a read-through.

there are so many ways on doing this, but i've learned this way since i was like 13 and it stuck with me ever since and there may be better and more convenient ways of doing so 💀 also i'm using photoshop 2021. any version of photoshop will work as long there is a 'Save for Web' tab.

Record your footage at 60fps if you can.

As I said before, recording in 60fps contributes a lot to the smoothness of the gif. You can use whatever recording software you have handy, even the sims 4 inbuilt video recorder will work. but i think the default framerate for that is 30fps (at max settings), but i believe you can configure the text file for it. whatever, just make sure your computer is capable of running and recording shit at 60fps consistently lol

But if that isn't the case, there are ways to making it look smooth like speeding the video up by a bit (before importing into PS), or by changing the frame delay to around 0.03-0.05s in the (frame animation) timeline. play around with it to see what works & looks best. be prepared to have a lot of patience for testing😀😀😀😀😀

^^This really depends on what the subject matter is in your gif! you can get away with speeding up scenic shots, but it might not so much with highly mobile sims (theoretically). again, play around with the speeds to see what looks good.

Import your video via File > Import > Video to Layers then do whatever edits you want to the gif like said above blahblahblah and then File > Export > Save for Web (Legacy)

in the settings i use the preset GIF 128 (Dithered) then max out the colour to 256(!!!) and sometimes the dither settings. you can play around with what works/looks best for the gif by changing the dither effect, deleting colours from the colour table, etc. i sometimes just stick with these default settings bc i'm lazy as hell and everything looks the bloody same anD 90% OF MY GIFMAKING TIME IS SPENT ON WAITING FOR THIS BLOODY WINDOW TO FINISH LOADING EVERY TIME I MAKE A MINOR ADJUSTMENT TO A SETTING AND AKSJDFHASKJDFNADJKFNRE

anyways here is an in-depth guide by anue on what each setting does (desktop site redirect, sry mobile users). they also have other great guides if you want to have a look.

Sizing down your gif to adhere to the 10mb Tumblr gif cap

uhh do this before adjusting the dither settings/deleting colours from the colour table since sizing it down can affect those settings.

I usually have my gifs at around 7-10sec/~300frames & so the raw gif tends to be very large so i resize them down to about 30-40%, or when the gif file is under 8-10mb -- 10mb being the maximum gif size for Tumblr!! tumblr increased the size cap a few years ago from 3mb, so don't worry about having to size it down to below 3mb like how other guides say. go fucken wild!!!

and save yayyy wahoooo yippeee aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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[alena-draws]

Hello Alena! i Love your loose sketchy but colorful art style! 😍 I'm a fellow artist but for years i've struggled with trying to just sketch and be loose. I'm always taking even just a post-it-note sketch so seriously and automatically try to be a perfectionist and add in all the details! it's frustrating since i also can't get all i want to sketch done because i'm being meticulous with each sketch. even with just a simple lineart sketch. you're so great and wonderful at what i'm trying to accomplish. do you please have any advice?? 😫😩😵🥴 I love how you do the smooth lineart and expressions for the Bnha characters btw!

Hi! First of all, thanks, I'm glad you like my stuff! <3 I actually have a friend who's quite similiar in that aspect, she can draw super well, putting hours of work into one drawing until it looks perfect. That's a dedication that I admire, because I'd never have the patience to spend so much energy for one artwork! On the other hand, I see how that could get in the way of wanting to work faster and looser. I've always scribbled and sketched a lot, so when I struggled it was always the other way round, having to learn not to rush things. But I'm sure it's something that can be learnt as it is with pretty much everything :) I'll try to give you advice of what I think might be helpful, but different people like to work in different ways, so some of that might end up just not working for you, while other stuff might. (I'll be putting this under a cut, this could get longer)

One thing that might be helpful could be the medium you draw on! When drawing in a new sketchbook or having a nice white sheet of paper in front of you, I tended to get intimidated and think that I need to fill this paper with something nice and beautiful, so as not to "waste" it. Especially with new sketchbooks, I think everybody knows that feeling...Now, nearly all drawings and sketches I do are done on left over paper from me and my partner, stuff that would have been thrown away otherwise because one side is already printed on. It takes away the pressure of having to give it your all, because, if it would land in the trash either way, I can't ruin or waste it by doing only sketches and little doodles.

While we're talking about mediums, you might try changing the pencil. I'd try something that won't give you such clean lines, so that simply by using this pen, you are already limited to how detailed you can get. I enjoy using coloured pencils now and then, like a red polychromo, they allow me to make light sketches and then, when I put more pressure on it, I can simply draw with the same pencil over the sketch, but making the newer lines stand out more and thus putting focus on special parts of the drawing. This is sometimes not that easy with a normal lead pencil, black will always stand out more than a light red for example. I also like to draw with 2B or 4B for sketches, and don't sharpen the pencil too often. :) Keeps the line a bit blurry sometimes, and I can put a quick shading on if I want.

Now, getting more to some actual drawing advice, learning to be quick with a drawing, without caring so much about how it might end up looking, this might be something you'll have to properly learn doing...like, for example, setting yourself time limits for a drawing. A classic, though still good way to do this, is by using figure drawing videos like this. It will show the person being in different poses for maybe 1, 2 minutes (later on it will get longer) and that's the time you have for one pose, not longer. It's tiresome and overwhelming at first because you won't know where to start, but it will actually give you a feeling for movement of the body, learning which lines to draw, and which you can leave out and still convey the body language and make it a convincing, realistic sketch. In a way, what you want to achieve with a sketch is often quickly show a scene, or a pose that you want the character to be in. It doesn't have to look beautiful or cleaned up, but it must be (or at least it would be nice if it were) convincing, using only a few lines, but conveying what a finished drawing will or could look like in the end. That's where figure drawing lessons are really helpful, because it will help you get a feeling for how you can quickly make a character look like they are e.g. sitting, or angry, or ready to jump in the air...and so on. Phew, I could talk a lot more about this, and I would eventually end back up at me advicing everybody to learn anatomy, but it's always a question of what you want to achieve in the end, and if that is really necessarry for you and where you want to go with your drawings :)

Hm, another small thing might be no try not using your eraser for sketches? Just put it out of reach, and if there's a line you don't like, either ignore it, draw over it, or start anew. I'm wondering if this is actually helpful or just stressful, but it might be worth trying out. It might help to get past the idea, that your sketches have to look good!

For now, that's kinda all I can think about. This topic is super interesting though! I might not be the best person to give advice here, so maybe ask different people too for their approaches. If I can think of any more stuff, I'll write that in another post, for now I hope this is someway helpful, even it's not that much! Good luck with your art!

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