#i'll probably draw something easier next

[jcwdrawskinda]

Hey all! Here's Bedlam, a (Forged) raider character from Fallout 4. She's near the bottom of the Dunwhich Borer quarry. By the time you get to her, she's already gone mad from what she's seen in the lower levels. Anyway, this was a lot of fun! I'm doing a lot of new things right now, I'm new to Fallout (and animating), so I'm taking suggestions on minor characters to draw :) I'd never know about Bedlam's backstory if someone didn't suggest I draw her!

#i'll probably draw something easier next #also thank you everyone for the super nice tags #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #tw scary #flashing #eyestrain #gif #epilepsy warning #timelapse #speedpaint #2d animation #csp animation #ghoul #fallout ghoul #bedlam #raider #fallout raider #dunwhich #horror #zombie #jumpscare #video game fanart #video game animation

[russellsppttemplates]

Keep them away (Max Verstappen)

Even though it was part of his job, Max's rules were clear: no one could get close to you or the children

Note: english is not my first language. A couple of blurbs originated this one! I'm not sure how I feel about it, if I like it or not tbh...

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3

"I want to talk to you about something, liefje", Max said as you walked around the bedroom, laying out your clothes for the next day and taking off the jewellery you didn't like to sleep with.

"Is everything alright?", you asked pulling the covers and joining him in bed, holding his hand in yours and interlocking your fingers.

"It didn't occur to me until last week that now Finn can walk into the paddock without being on your arms or mine, and the stroller can only hide so much, and there will come a time when it will be the same for Julia, and I don't want the kids' faces on media in such a free and uncontrolled way", he admitted.

The last Grand Prix you attended made it real tp you. It seemed such a big step and something you thought people would respect intuitively, but the moment the photographers swarmed you and you had difficulty walking along the paddock to get to RedBull, you had enough.

"Me neither, but I get what you mean. Last week, I had to keep telling Finn to come close to me so I could sort of cover his face", you offered, "is there something we can make for that, though?", you wondered.

"Yes, I spoke to the team and they know about these forms where you can grant photographic allowances to certain photographers if they want to record or take pictures if we go down that route - it states who is allowed and what terms and conditions they can do it in inside the paddock. And there's also one for outside the paddock, if we sign it, it will mean no one can take pictures of you or the kids outside of the paddock and we'll be supported legally in case someone breaches it", Max assured.

"I like the sound of that, it does soothe my heart", you tapped your chest with your palm.

"I'll have them draw up the forms and then we can go over them together and sign then", he smiled, pulling you to his chest.

"I'm not saying we are keeping them away from the world - even though that would hardly be an issue - but having a restricted set of people in who we trust is doable", you mused, resting your head on his chest completely and kissing his skin, "I don't want them to do whatever they please with my little ones", you grumbled.

"Mama bear is out, hm?", Max chuckled, "but I agree, love, I wouldn't want it either".

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"I can get the stroller, Sophie", you called for your mother in-law, letting her take Finn's hand instead as you walked out of the hotel, Max by your side as you strolled around the ses front, making some time before your lunch reservation.

Max wasn't racing until the next weekend, so you were making the most out of family time you could. To make things easier for you on the flight home, Sophie offered to come with you so you wouldn't have to fly back on your own with two kids since Max was flying straight to the city where the Grand Prix was being held.

"Is she going to fall asleep on the way there?", you peeped at the little girl, eyes droopy even though she tried her best to look at you and Max, "she didn't sleep all that well, so probably", your husband shrugged his shoulders, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you walked behind Sophie and Finn.

At first, Max thought it was his mind making things up and that people were taking pictures of the beach and the architecture details, so he set his guard down. When you sat down for lunch, though, it was obvious.

"They're taking pictures of us, aren't they?", Max asked as he pointed with his eyes to the group of three people holding cameras, suddenly pulling them from eyesight the moment they saw you both stare at them as one of the waiters came to the table.

"Mr. Verstappen, I'm sorry to bother you, but that group is asking if they can come closer for some pictures and it didn't seem like it was our place to decide that", he explained as Max sighed, "thank you for that - I'll go talk to them just now. We didn't want any of this to happen or for you, your colleagues or your clients to be bothered by this, it wasn't our intention", Max assured as the waiter nodded before excusing himself.

"I'm going to talk to them, I'll be right back", he told you, kissing the top of your head and stepping closer to them.

"Hello, it has come to my understanding - correct me if I'm wrong even though I'm probably right - that you're taking pictures of me and my family, and I won't allow it", he stated firmly but politely, not wanting to cause a scene despite his blood boiling.

"It was just of you, we'll edit everything else out, if we could jus-", one of them tried and Max drew the line there.

"We have made it clear! When my family is in the paddock, Finn, Julia and Y/N can be photographed by a closed group of photographers - and I know who they are because we allowed them and none of you are them! We are outside of the paddock so no one is allowed to take pictures of them to begin with, and then you're disrespecting the other people who work and who are eating here. We have given strict guidelines that are clear as we won't accept this!", Max spoke sternly.

Back at the table, Sophie took the pencil case out of the backpack so Finn could draw while you waited for the food,

"Why is papa talking to those people? Do we know them?", Finn asked, "they're taking pictures of us and papa and mama don't want that, so papa is telling them that", you explained, knowing your clever boy would catch up with it sooner than later and knowing honesty would be the way to go.

"You'd think they would get the boundaries you've set", Sophie told you, "especially with the kids around, it's a no brainer".

"They're always looking for anything to make a big great story of - if those pictures ever see daylight, they'll probably start calling me names and making assumptions they have no business or information to make", you groaned.

Max came back, sitting on the chair you saved for him, "they really didn't want to budge and they kept asking if they could "just take a few more" like I hadn't just told them that what they were doing was breaching agreements", he groaned lightly to make sure Finn didn't hear too much, looking at the stroller to see Julia was still taking a nap.

"Did you see the e-mail I sent you, liefje?", Max asked over FaceTime now that he had wished goodnight to both kids, meaning he had your attention all to himself now.

"I saw it was a statement, I didn't get to read anything else", you added, getting your iPad to read it properly.

"The team helped me make a statement about your privacy and the kids', so nothing else happens again", he stated.

Earlier this week, the social media department at RedBull noticed a photo of you circulating the press platforms, and judging by the location, you were indeed back home and not somewhere in the paddock to surprise Max, making the photo a breach of contract.

"Hopefully they take the hint", Max sighed, keeping his calm and collected attitude he wanted you to have too. For anyone else, Max always seemed rash to the point some considered rude. But when it involved his family, he knew how to go about it, wanting his children to learn and know he was protecting you and how he would never allow anyone to disrespect you like that.

"We'll be fine, and I genuinely hope that, from the way we mentioned legal consequences, people actually take it seriously", you shrugged your shoulders. It wasn't that you didn't care about it, but rather you realized there was only so much you could control, and you wouldn't let that control your life, "we'll see how it goes, okay?", you checked over, "anyway, how does the car look for qualifying?", you changed the subject as the cats sat on your lap.

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"Mama, I'm scared", Finn muttered, clinging closer to you and hiding his face on your neck. That was all it took for you to let your mama bear instincts out, holding your son as you walked past them, looking for a security member that could escort you to the RedBull hospitality as it was harder to push the stroller when you had to carry Finn as well.

"Excuse me, Excuse me!", you yelled, "I'm sure you know you're not allowed to take pictures, so I would appreciate it if you didn't do it, much less when my children are here!", you spoked, catching a few photographers off guard and the attention of one of the security staff by the entrance.

"I'll help you with her if that's okay", he quesioned as his hand went straight to the stroller, "yes, please", you breathed out, holding Finn close to you and whispering soothing words on his ear, "it's okay, my love, we're okay".

Stepping inside the hospitality, you set your things down and sat Finn down on the sofa so you could get Julia in your arms, soothing her cries.

"Thank you so much, it was getting crazy out there", you said, holding your daughter's head to your chest and bouncing her.

"No problem, glad I could help", the security guard excused himself to go back to his spot as you looked at Finn.

"Are you okay, love?", you wondered as Julia's cries quieted down.

"I didn't like how they were yelling and running", he told you, "I thought papa said they only did it when we were there", he pointed to the people walking outside, "That's true, they shouldn't do it outside", you explained, "I'm sorry they scared you, but you're safe with me and with papa, okay?", you added, kissing his once again on his forehead as Max appeared.

"Hey", he kissed the top of your head, Julia's and then Finn's, "I heard what happened. Are you two okay?", he asked, looking at Finn who pulled him into a hug, "Finn was a bit shaken up by it, but we've taken some deep breaths and we are going to stay inside for today, isn't that right, love?", you saw him nod.

Finn fell asleep on top of him soon after, "I have spoken to the lawyers, they will be taking the legal actions necessary for this situation. Are you sure you're okay?", Max questioned again.

"We are, Max. It shook him up a little bit because they were so close to us - and the stroller could only keep them so far -, and I told them a few times that we were outside of the paddock, but they just wouldn't listen", you frowned, "it's not great, but if this means you guys are safe, I don't care about anything else. I want you safe, all of you", he smiled, kissing your cheek and pulling you so your side rested against his torso.

"I hate having to yell at people, poor Julia just looked at me like I was mad and Finn was a little shaken up", you mumbled, "but they wouldn't move away, no matter how many times I told them to, only when the security guard was near us was I able to free up space from them".

"Don't worry about that, they're the ones in the wrong, not us", Max comforted.

#max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen fic #max verstappen fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fluff #f1 fic #f1 fanfic

[the-mighty-e]

Okay new theory while I make both my drawings and another analysis!

To make it easier for everyone, I'll just call Cynessa "Tessa" for this post

Okay so, we know that N, V and J have clones, main source of information was J with this line

But, of course, Cyn too with these two lines, that were more specifically about N

So yeah, we know J has clones, N has clones, so V probably has clones too. Where am I going with this? I actually have no idea.

I think that V is way more important than she seems. She was the first to get experimented on by the solver, the first to become possessed (not turned into a host) yada yada.

Tessa always specified that they're gonna save V, both in ep 6 and in this new episode. But here she sounds way more pissed

With even the after being italic. V must be really important.

This is actually the first time we've seen Tessa being so "pissed". She probably wasn't expecting V, the one that should hate anything related to the solver the most, sacrifice herself for Uzi. As I said in my Vuzi post, she entrusted her whole life to her.

That's why Tessa was so pressed about V at the start, and used that fake sweet tone with Uzi, telling her to sit, saying that "Robots like boxes" that's definitely out of charactet for Tessa, someone who loves robots.

It's possible that Tessa didn't want to lose V because she knew she couldn't get a clone immediately. As far as she knows, as I said in another post, N still has a crush on V.

She probably wanted to use V as a way to "calm him down" or, idk, basically telling him "oh yeah, your friend is dead, but you have your crush!"

She even tried to use V to lower N's guard. She really thought that V was important.

Now tell me, if V was there with them, would the Solver had to create a worker V illusion? She would've just went with Cyn, or something else. But it chose V, because she's gone. So that would've made N vulnerable.

And later on it found out N's real weakness: Uzi. But that's already discussed.

Long story short: Tessa NEEDED V there, was pissed by her sacrifice because she couldn't get a clone and her plan was forcibly changed.

Thank you for coming to my kooky ramblings :)

Next analysis will be on Thad and Lizzy per request

ALSO very random but my spider senses (I'm a joke to humanity) told me that ep 8 will release on july 17th, so if I'm actually right then I'll ascend to godhood

#murder drones #murder drones n #murder drones v #murder drones tessa #murder drones cynessa #amber's theories???

[thishazbinamistake]

Howdy!

I am here to talk about Viv's horrible character designs.

From an animator perspective, they suck.

Here's why

1. The characters have way too much detail

For animation, more lines equal more work. You're going to be drawing them over and over, and it just creates more stress and work for the animators.

For example, I took one of the most egregious designs in HB (Beelzebub) and simplified it to be animation friendly.

(Can't send it here but I'll probably make a post about it or something.)

2. There's too much of 1 color

WHY IS THERE SO MUCH RED??

Especially since they're in a primarily red background, they don't stand out AT ALL.

Like how am I supposed to see them if they blend in to the background??

3. I have no idea what half of them are supposed to be

Charlie is based off a doll?

Alastor is based off of a deer?

Katie Killjoy is based off of a praying mantis?

Angel Dust is based off of a spider?

Beelzebub is supposed to be well... Beelzebub?

When designing characters, they need to be clear on what they're supposed to be! And no, explaining it on Twitter does not count.

4. The animation reference sheets are garbage

No wonder there's so much animation errors. There's no facial expression sheets, lip sync guide, nothing. It's just a 4 angle turnaround sheet where the character is in complex poses all the time.

If you Google Lackadaisy's animation reference sheets and then look at HB's, it's like night and day.

I'm more than willing to send some examples (along with the edit I did) if you want

So yeah, what are your thoughts?

These are all great points! I think you summed up the main problems very well, but I'll elaborate on each of them. I'm no expert at character design or animation by any means, but I'll do my best to explain my points!

First of all, like you said, the character designs are way too complicated. Anyone who knows even the slightest amount about animation knows you want to simplify and streamline your designs as much as possible to make it easier on the animators. Vivzie is way too obsessed with her Deviantart OC lookin'-ass character designs to actually do this, even though it would seriously help to make the animation process way faster and easier. Beelzebub is seriously the best (or worst?) example of this.

I feel so bad for the poor souls who had to animate this. There are just way too many moving parts here, from her multiple arms, her wings, her markings, to her freaking lava lamp hair and tail?? It's just awful. And so many of Viv's designs suffer this problem, I could go on and on.

Like, I think it actually is a nice looking design, as a still image. Maybe not for the demon Beelzebub, but as a general furry OC, I think she's cute. But that's beside the point. I would love to see your redesign of her!

Next, the RED. So, most of the characters we see in Helluva Boss are red-skinned imps, which has been a common depiction of demons for centuries. One big problem I have is that there's little contrast in these designs. Let's look at our three main imps.

Aside from some white and yellow highlights, they're all mostly red and black. Their color palettes aren't distinct in the slightest! And, I mean, come on. Red accessories against what's almost the exact same shade of red skin? Really? It just doesn't look good. A little contrast here and there goes a long way, like... maybe make Moxxie's bowtie blue? Or Blitz's pendant green? I don't know, anything to help each character stand out, and help give them more visual intrigue.

It doesn't help that most of the backgrounds are primarily shades of red, too. Here's a few screenshots I found that really show this problem.

Look at all that fucking red. Like you said, there's such little color variation that the characters blend into the background. Now, to be fair, I did specifically choose these screenshots because I think they really highlight the problem, but this really is what so much of the show looks like. Granted, we do have a bit more variety in the different rings of Hell, each with their own main color, but this is still too much red, considering how much the color comprises the main characters' designs.

Next, like you said, Vivzie is really bad at making characters actually look like the things they're supposed to look like. Let's take Alastor as an example!

Oh boy! More red and black. So, Alastor here is supposed to be a deer. What's the first physical characteristic that comes to mind when you think of a deer?

Yeah, those big, impressive antlers! So... where are his? Oh, they're those tiny little forks on his head that are almost entirely obscured by his stupid emo hair. Like, come on! Giving him bigger antlers would have made him look so much cooler and more intimidating, and it would have been a great focal point for his design! It's such a missed opportunity. (I know he has bigger antlers in his scarier "demon" form, but you still could have made these a little more impressive.) And don't even get me started on those ears... they look more like fox ears or something. Like you said, a good design shouldn't need to be explained through supplementary material. We should be able to tell what a character is supposed to be just from looking at them!

Another great example is Angel Dust, who, despite being a spider, lacks so many distinct features we associate with spiders! He only has six legs instead of eight, he doesn't have pedipalps or chelicerae, and he also lacks that big old spider booty, which I think is such a missed opportunity, considering he is supposed to be in the sex industry. He isn't even remotely shaped like a spider, he looks more like a fuzzy stick bug or something.

Part of me feels like Viv is too afraid to make her characters look unique, so she just goes with the same, skinny humanoid design for just about everything. It's such a shame, because I really do think she is a talented artist who can make some really interesting designs. But then again, she also gave us Beelzebub, so... maybe not.

As for the reference sheets, maybe I wasn't looking hard enough but I couldn't find any official ones for the main characters, so if you could send those my way I would appreciate it! Though it honestly wouldn't surprise me if they were bad. I did look up Lackadaisy's and found them pretty easily and...

This is so freaking comprehensive and detailed, it's incredible! Look at all those poses and facial expressions!

Comparing Vivzie's works to Tracy's feels kind of unfair, since Tracy has been working on Lackadaisy for 17 years, and it really shows. This is leaps and bounds above Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel in quality. Rocky's design is tight; it's detailed, but not overly complicated. There isn't an obnoxious overuse of highly saturated colors, and there's such nice contrast between his fur, his eyes, suit, and tie, making his design very nice to look at. You can also tell so much about his personality and the world he lives in just from his appearance. It's such a good design, and Rocky is just one example from Lackadaisy! All of Tracy's designs are memorable and stand out from one another, unlike so many of Vivzie's characters, whose designs honestly feel interchangable.

So much thought and care has gone into Lackadaisy, and I seriously cannot wait for the full series, as well as all the other amazing indie animated series that have been coming out recently. It's sad that Helluva Boss is seen as the pinnacle of indie animation, when there are so many other series out there that are just.. better! Lackadaisy, obviously, but we've also got Digital Circus, Murder Drones, Monkey Wrench, and so many others that deserve way more appreciation than what Helluva Boss receives. And that's just from an art direction standpoint, we aren't even talking about writing. That's a whole other can of worms.

All of that being said, it's obvious that a ton of love and hard work went into Helluva Boss, and I hold absolutely nothing against the animators and artists at Spindlehorse. These poor design choices are a hallmark of Vivzie's art style, and they're simply working with what they've got. There is such wasted potential here because it feels like Vivzie is too afraid to step outside her comfort zone and design something that isn't a brightly colored, sharp-toothed twink, or skinny anthro wolf girl.

Anyways, that about wraps up my thoughts. Thanks for the ask, this was fun to delve into! And again, I'd be very interested in seeing you post your redesigns! 👀

#hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #long post

[upmala]

iridescent headphone mod!

i own an inappropriately popular pair of headphones. today i saw two people on the metro wearing them, standing right next to each other with the classic metro 1000 yard stare, like unwitting clones, and i was instantly compelled to do something to mine.

unnecessarily detailed step-by-step below:

tools & materials: stupid clone-ass headphones, cutting mat, baking paper, scalpel, scissors, cd marker, some boring paper tape and some exciting iridescent mirror tape.

so the idea was to make a "sticker" out of the tape, laying it out in strips and cutting out a shape to then transfer to the headphone ear cup.

to make it easier to cut out the shape i wanted, i used waxy baking paper - the tape would kinda stick to it, but wouldn't fight back if i tried to remove it.

this tape is extremely thin. any speck of dirt or bubble or overlap between the strips of tape was very apparent, so i laid the strips out so that the edges touch, but don't overlap.

then i needed to mark how big i could make the sticker. the tape is not flexible at all, so i couldn't put it on any of the curves and soft edges of the headphones (otherwise they would have long been taped over entirely.) but the top of the ear cup was perfectly flat and circular, so i found the nearest item with the same-ish diameter and transferred the size that way. (i don't own a compass.)

after a bit of pinterest surfing that definitely didn't turn into a prolonged break involving tea and a mindlessly assembled sandwich, i sketched the moon's face from reference and cut out the shape with a scalpel. thankfully the vintage illustrations are not polished and perfect, so i can go a bit sketchy and loose (also the cd marker will wear off eventually, so i'm not too attached to the drawing)

since the "sticker" is actually just three separate strips of tape, i added paper tape "stitches" on top to hold them together once the baking paper comes off. it took a bit of finagling, but the baking paper came off smoothly and none of the tape bits were fighting me.

i cleaned the headphone surface before i started cutting the moon, but a tiny eraser shaving got on it anyway - i noticed it too late and had to scratch it off the sticky side of the tape with the scalpel. the same thing happened when i put the sun's face on, but there i saved it by drawing a beauty mark on that spot. so it'll never look perfect perfect. the marker will wear off anyway and the tape will probably come loose (those sharp edges are just asking for a dogearing) but whatever! i'll make something new and better then!

for now i'm very much enjoying my homemade celestial headphones :3

#my art #diy #iridescent #holographic #sun and moon fanart #vintage illustration #upcycling #crafts #crafting #arts and crafts #craftblr

[dianacraft]

Sweet!Tale: The Game | Devlog #3

And here are the results of week three of making @hheisa's AU into a fangame! This week I've been compensating for my bigger development on week 2 so if you want something more impressive than this devlog go and check that one out!

Sprites

The last one is the new Delta Rune, but it'd be easier to draw it on smth with uneven width. The spikes will probably be remade too

Mechanics/coding

We can view items' descriptions, drop, or use them. I also have a buggy base for battle system. (screenshot is below, I'll prob redraw the buttons) And I added sound effects for inventory and battle menu!

Problems

Battle system is even more pain than dialogues, the only working tutorial I could find barely gives enough information I still could not figure out candy cane shadows My bad drawing skills are really showing lately

Plans

Continuing battle system I said this in week 2 devlog but barely anyone saw that one, so again - Find help for sprites Not to lose motivation!

Next devlog: (link)

#undertale #undertale fangame #devlog #sweettale #sweet!tale #sweettale the game #sweettale game #why do people use tags as shitposting #how do i stay motivated #i hope this project exists for more than a week

[thebrattyflower]

TW

Sometimes my pussy will just be too wet to wear panties. They'll just be ruined, so I won't bother to wear them. I'll just be lying on the bed with a long skirt on and a tank top, with nothing underneath.

I've been horny all day today. And I'm just lying in bed rn, with no panties on or bra rn and godddd, my imagination is just running wild.

I'm thinking something along the lines of me being absolutely alone in my room, just sleeping. Maybe I've been shuffling around under the covers all night, so my skirt has shifted up and my ass is exposed to him. He can see my ruined panties on the floor beside the bed.

The visual gets him a little hard. Maybe he just came in to rob my house, but now he can't get his eyes off my body, which gets him a little hard. When I shift again to my back, one of my tits hanging out of my loose tank top, my skirt shifts up completely, exposing my whole lower half to him. He just stares at me, conflicted, because he'd only come here to rob the house. But looking at my pussy, he bites his lip and just decides to make me his fucktoy.

He climbs the bed slowly, so that I don't wake up and he touches my pussy. When he discovered it to be wet, he just smirked.

"Fucking whore," he'd murmur. "Probably been wet the whole night."

He'd tug my tank top down, exposing both my tits, bending down and putting one of my nipples in his mouth while his fingers play with my pussy.

I'd whine when he'd tug my nipple with his teeth, fingers spreading my slick around. Then he'd put two fingers in easily, starting to thrust them roughly. I'd groan in my sleep, mostly in pleasure but a little bit of pain too, but he wouldn't care. He's not doing it so that it's easier for me to take him.

He's doing it because he wants to do it. He wants to fingerfuck me because he wants his fingers covered in my cum. He wants to find my sweet spot so that he can abuse it throughout the night.

I gasp in my sleep, when he does hit it and he grins. He does it again and again till I cry out and gush all over his fingers. He's looking at my face now, wondering how I'm still asleep. He takes his fingers out and licks it up, groaning at the taste. I only shuffle a bit at the noise, spreading my legs wider.

His mouth waters when he sees me like that, sleeping peacefully while he's sucking his fingers off of my juices.

He really wanted to eat me out. Torture me with his tongue while he tugged at my nipples with his fingers.

But that'd be later he decided, as he undressed. For now, he just wanted to push his cock in my hole. He stroked his cock for some relief, before he took hold of my hips and brought me a little closer.

Then he entered me, first just the tip, just to see my reaction. My brows were furrowed and I was breathing heavily. He started drawing tight circles on my clit, biting his lip, trying to gauge my reaction at his next move. He pinched it, making me clench a bit.

Then, he thrust his hips forward, pushing all of him in me in one stroke. That woke me up, confused but aroused. He froze in me, which took all of his strength, because he really just wanted to start fucking me. He'd waited enough.

I blinked my eyes open, trying to figure out what was happening, when I noticed that I felt full and there was a man on top of me. Immediately, I tried to scream and started struggling. He was quick though, he wrapped his hand around my throat and pressed his body weight down on me.

He'd only be staring at me with lust, his fingers pressing into my windpipe.

"If you scream or struggle, I'll fucking strangle you," he said in a low, deep voice. "Though, I guess you'll scream when I make you cum. That'd be fun to hear."

And he started thrusting in and out. "Fuck... So tight... So wet... You're just a whore who's made for this, aren't you?"

My cunt involuntarily clenched around him at the words and he groaned. He smirked at me as he kneeled on the bed and held my hips, using me, pulling me back towards him with each thrust.

I was biting the inside of my cheek so that I wouldn't let the sounds building in my throat out of my mouth. He tilted his head at me as he got rougher, slapping my tits.

"Fucking slut. So wet that you ruined your panties, didn't you? I might just keep you forever, y'know? Fuck you dumb and unconscious, then take you to my home. Just make you into my personal toy, use you whenever I want."

I let out a shaky breath trying to hold back my orgasm. I shouldn't be feeling so much pleasure from this. I should be struggling more.

He slapped my face, making my pussy gush around him, clenching around him like a vice. He groaned at the feeling, pressing his fingers into my hip. He was close. The squelching noises that were echoing in the room were driving him wild.

He looked at my face and slapped it again. "I'm going to get you fucking addicted to this. I'm going to make you my personal. Fucking. Cocksleeve."

He pressed his hips into me, spurting thick ropes of his cum into me. His orgasm triggered mine, as I moaned and came with a shudder. He pulled out of me and grinned, watching it all flow out of me.

I panted, trying to get my bearings, when he turned me to lie on my stomach and started fucking me again, pressing his weight down on me. He'd wrap a hand around my throat as my mind went blank, his other hand going to play with my clit.

"The night's still young, isn't it? We should take advantage of that."

(sorry for the tense mistakes lmao. I get confused with them. Anyways send me filthy asks to drool over, please and thank you.)

#bd/sm blog #bd/sm kink #cnc free use #cnc somno #r@pe kink #r@pe fantasy #rough cnc #cnc kidnapping #cnc kinda

[heartfullofleeches]

Hey I'm the anon that asked for the minotaur yan,

how about a member of the audience trying to flirt with reader and her having to jold him back from the audience member and try to calm him down?

(Reader's gender is never specified srry)

The bull paws at his restraints, frustrated to see you not by his side.

You perform for the crowd as he waits on the sidelines to join you. The handlers have come to learn as long as they wear rings whether they're married or not, or talk about hypothetical partners he'll allow them to monitor him for a while. He's easily pushed to jealousy as presented in the huffs and snorts he makes as a member of the crowd continuously tries to chat you up each time you pass.

You smile and try to play off their advances, but that only eggs them on more. During the next break in your act, they grab you by your ruffled collar before you can retrieve your partner for the next show. The braiding of the ropes binding your mate gives way as you let out a choked gasp.

You free your airway by swatting their hand and pulling the collar from your neck. "You're... not supposed to touch the workers."

"Sorry about that. I've been trying to get your attention all day."

There's zero sincerity in their words. You try to avoid drawing attention by turning them down face on. It makes things easier when the other members of the crowd peel out of their seats.

"Really, I'm flattered, but I'm not interested.."

"Don't be like that. I'm sure you have a cute face under all that makeup. A person like you probably doesn't have many options anyway."

"Actually I have a-

You stop short. What is he to you? It feels like the shadows are close in around you. No, wait- something is blocking the sun from above. A frighten yelp and agitated whines draw you to the scene overhead, angry saliva dripping onto your shoulder. The minotaur had the crowd member's shirt by his fist, lifting them in the air by the tearing fabric alone. They try to break free, but raises their arms in defense as he snorts in their face.

"Keep your hands off unless you want them broke."

The minotaur roughly grabs their wrist and slowly bends it backwards, skin tight around the bone as they cry out. You face his torso, standing on your toes to grab his arm.

"Stop! You're hurting them!"

You smack his chest, but he doesn't budge - screams ascending in pitch. You mutter an apology you're sure he can't here as you raise your voice.

"Bad boy!"

The world freezes. The stranger looks at you bewildered while the minotaur stares vaguely like he had just been shot through the heart. He drops the shivering individual who books it as soon they're free. He lowers his head.

"I was just trying to protect you."

You knew those words would come back to haunt you. You guide his face into your hands by his broken ropes and massage the edge of his ears.

"Hey, I didn't mean that.. You're a good boy. The best I've ever met."

He huffs. "If you meant that you wouldn't have said what you said."

"I know... and I'll do whatever I can to make up for it. I was just upset you just can't do things like that, or you might get taken away and I don't want to lose you. You're a good boy. My favorite boy. My..."

He perks up. "Your?"

"Mate."

Truth be told, hearing you say you'd miss him brought him out of his funk, but he had to milk the scenario of all its worth. He licks up the entire right side of your face and picks you in what you'd consider the most threateningly sweet hug you've ever had. He plants his large head on your chest as he nuzzles you.

"You finally admitted! Took you long enough. Since were officially together we never have to be alone again. I heard the owner talking about me moving in with you too!"

"aw.... wait-"

#Yandere minotaur #Clown reader #Ee4t67 #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere hybrid #yandere teratophilia #yandere drabble

[the-thursday]

Hello everyone, this post was long overdue, and finally, prompted by our beloved Howls also leaving, it's time for me to rip off the bandaid as well.

I would also like to announce a sort of departure from Ranger's apprentice fandom.

I do not know how many from RA fandom era from few years back are still here but I assume mostly newer blogs keep up with this account.

Take a lil history walk with me, if you will. I joined this fandom around 2017-18. I was very active around here, posting all kinds of stuff, fics, takes, incorrect quotes, art and whatnot. I made many friends with whom I had a great time and I am happy and honoured that I am friends with some of them till this day. Fandom became the second home to me as things hadn't been exactly easy irl and maybe I fixated on it too much, but gods know I loved this place so much. And I wish for everyone to experience this happiness and just as I made friends who became a significant part of my life, I wish that for you as well. Being surrounded by amazing and wonderful people and sharing similar interests is one of the most pure joyous feelings in this world.

As 2020-2021 rolled around, some of you know that things in my life picked up a harsh pace and I started to drift away. In 2021 I left the fandom because of that and unpleasant things with one of the people here. It was one of the most gut wrenching decisions I had made.

In 2022, I started gradually getting worse, but also had the courage to come back at the end of the year. I felt happy and welcomed and I am so grateful to everyone who made it happen, who supported me and gave me another breath. My mental health kept getting worse but I wasn't alone and that has been everything to me.

Now it's about a little more than a year since I've been back and again, I've met wonderful amazing people who I am happy and honoured to call friends. I don't regret coming back and I am happy I did, however I think it's time for me to go again. And below, I hope to explain why.

Like I said, I've been getting worse. Last autumn and this winter have been very difficult for me and I had to rethink some priorities, as life is going on the time left for me to invest in fandoms is getting thinner and thinner. Unfortunately, among them, isn't keeping up with this fandom. With my next words I hope not to insult anyone. The truth is, I don't find enjoyment in the fandom and content itself anymore, or more like, as much as I used to. I don't exactly vibe with posts for roughly the past half a year and I don't mean this in negative way, I just think it's for me to move on. All of the new people that I've seen have wonderful content and while I don't exactly vibe like I used to, I can see that you're having fun and that's important! People come and go and I do wish all the newcomers and seniors who are still here to have a great time, but I don't think I have energy, capacity and vibes to be part of it anymore. As you know, my blog has been very much inactive for a long time, aside from dumping my dumb sketches or reblogging something here and there. And rather than letting it rot, I'd like to cleanly move on. Anyhow, on self deprecating note, since really it's not like I've been someone prominent I don't think this is a loss to the fandom and this makes it easier for me.

So to summarise, my leaving is about personal things, my life moving and the fact I don't have the mental capacity or motivation to actively keep up.

So what does this mean? I won't be posting RA related stuff on this blog anymore. This blog will turn into a neutral main blog and I'll create one side blog for art that I hope to continue to make and maybe one blog dedicated to the work of Brandon Sanderson.

However, it doesn't mean that I am not up to goof around about RA anymore, however this will be done in DMs. If I sometimes get to draw and post RA related art, it shall be posted on my new art blog with RA tag. However, I don't think there's a high probability of public RA art from me anymore, because 1) need to move on and 2) I have a very strong and maybe confrontational opinion about art in this fandom that has given me a bad taste and discouraged me from enjoying making it and posting it. I won't go into details because I don't want to sour this post for myself and for y'all with it.

I want to thank this fandom for everything it has been for me and for everyone and I wish y'all some happy fandoming!

Yours only,

The Ranger Thursday 11

#rangers apprentice #final goodbye

[eluxcastar]

Writing here because the type limit for comment in that one anon is FEOLSEKFMSEF.

NAUR, NOT THE FINAL LESSON NUH UH. If Arlecchino canonically doesn't die next patch, Brighella shouldn't too… BET. I do love the idea of a match between Cap and Brig! (wait, tf do we name her if she ain't "brighella" the fatui harbinger like it is the name she only knows) I mean, I did think about about her dying too… so tempting. I kinda ride that Acheron idea, some intense danceeee ehe… Her ult kinda has the Arle schemed and vice versa.

Angst material… hmmm, I did have an idea but it was only IF Arlecchino was centuries old but due to her taking over recently by canon that is scrapped because it is too inaccurate by the possibility lol. (It involved lowkey dying, and giving her heart to Arle then did get resurrected by the abyss order for them to use but she went rebellious and just lingers around Teyvat and the Abyss). A dance between the two, YES. I've always thought of Arlecchino being incapable of being romantic with Brighella beyond obsession. But, with all those fanfics I am consumed by sweet Arle with acts of service... Hahaha! We shall wait for the next patch on her potential emotional stance ykyk... Maybe she does care, despite having the reputation of discarding anything that does not benefit her. For me, Arlecchino is more of "You belong to me" kind of person not "You belong with me" Hold up gotta reread the lore stuff, after doing an assignment

Hehe Final Lesson inspiration I knew it was evil ALRIGHT it's on if Arle doesn't die I won't kill Brig either but if she does not only will I cry but I'll make it worse

I still call her Brighella, but she was also briefly called Matilda in my notes after the folksong Waltzing Matilda (what is she but a jolly swagman camped by a billabong (￣▽￣) wait I just realised she lives in Wangshuu Inn next to a body of water—she IS a jolly swagman camped by a billabong (°ロ°) !)

I also struggled so bad with the fact Arle is young because like, the timeline was screwing me over in my original plans (；￣Д￣) I was like WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE OLD (to my friend if you're reading this GO AWAY it's NOT because of the accusations I like old people) it would've made my life easier, but alas miHoYo can never do such things. I would have loved that idea because it's so edible— SACRIFICING herself for Arle??? Then Arle having to grapple with potentially being responsible for Brig becoming an unwilling pawn of the abyss??? delicious (*/▽＼*)

I LOVE the dance between Acheron and Black Swan sm something about those vibes just fits them so well

Yk I agree with that philosophy that Arle is a "you belong to me" not a "you belong with me" kinda person. I also like the idea Arle is lowkey obsessed with her (and though it's subtle in OoR it's sprinkled in there ( ´ ꒳ ` ) ) I wish that it didn't get so long it lagged every word program I put it through because I think when I rewrite it, I'll lean into that more and draw out the time it takes for them to come to an agreement ( ◡‿◡ *) Possibly a mix of the two where her 'love' for Brighella is born of obsession, their relationship is probably in some manner unhealthy, but she may be able to learn to love her normally as well (I doubt either of these people are capable of a healthy or normal relationship LMAO)

Random fun fact to throw into this one: the differences in thinking about their relationship are also what prompted me to have her completely unable to understand why Brighella gave up so easily and generally have there be a disconnect between what Brig wants and what Arle wants for her (ノ*°▽°*) because those are two very different things

Second song idea for the two of them I had five seconds ago: Fire and the Flood by Vance Joy ♡( ◡‿◡ )

#☆ — riri says. #✦ — riri rambles. #♡ — ​kae. #arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

[w-izxrdwheezes]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒.

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

a story in which two second choices choose one another

part four of six, links to previous & next parts here [three] & [five]

originally posted on wattpad [ 4 parts have been posted as of now! ]

CONTENT WARNING : smut

TRAILING YOUR EYES ALONG the landing walls, you patiently wait for iwa to find you something from his mother's room. a small snort leaving you at the sight of his childhood photos, a particular one of him, your sister and oikawa catching your interest. both iwa and "just take something from one of my draws, mums done the washing or something." you give him a simple nod, letting him lead you towards his room.

"if you wanted me alone that bad you could've just asked" you grin, sighing gently as you settle yourself onto his bed, hands smoothing over the cool sheets. "if i wanted you alone, i think i would've tidied up a bit more" he jokes back from within his wardrobe, hands pushing random clothes aside to try and find something suited to your size "what a gentleman" snorting, you lie back, letting yourself relax against his covers, thoughts swimming in that lightheaded sort of way that alcohol creates.

you listen as iwa lets out a small noise of triumph, eyes closed as you smile dreamily "here's a shirt, i'll grab you some joggers or something now" he throws the shirt over lazily, laughing as you grunt, the shirt smacking you in the face and forcing you to sit up, glaring over at his bulky figure across the room. mumbling curses under your breath as you pull yourself off of his bed.

groaning as you attempt to peel your damp dress from off of your skin, you sigh in defeat calling out to iwaizumi as he's rifling through his drawers "can you give me a hand please?" his head turns to you in confusion, nodding when he realises what you mean "yeah give me one second" leaning against his bed frame as he pulls out a random pair of shorts for you, you eagerly watch as he raises his own wet shirt above his head, the fabric sticking to his skin as he does so.

whistling a short cat call, you laugh, watching his mouth twitch up into an amused smirk under the dim lighting of his bedroom. "yeah yeah, cut it out and c'mere" he chuckles, beckoning you over. intertwining your hand with his own you let him pull you forwards, hands resting against your thighs at the bottom of your dress "arms up" you do as he says, raising your arms above your head and letting him tug your dress upwards towards your hips.

the soaked fabric clings to your skin and makes you cringe in distaste "remind me to kill makki once we're back at the party" iwa huffs out a laugh, his breath tickling your skin "knowing him he's probably already passed out from how much he's drinking" pulling the dress past your chest was a struggle, it wasn't necessarily due to your size but rather the fact that the fabric was practically glued to your skin.

"jesus, couldn't you have worn something looser?" iwa grunts, tugging the bottom of the dress up over your head with one final pull, making you almost fall back at the force "would've been easier if you just ripped it off of me" snorting at your joke, iwa merely tosses your dress aside, manoeuvring you towards his bed where his spare clothes were laid out "unless you're planning on giving me reason to, then i think your clothes will be safe" he teases, hands resting steadily on your waist as he guides you backwards.

it was undeniable to you that he was attractive, even if it was in a way that you're not quite used to. it was in the boyish, broad shouldered sort of way, an attractiveness that brought your attention to his wolf-like grin and lightly freckled cheekbones. maybe it was the way that his smiles reached his eyes; quite the opposite to the many polite smiles that you've witnessed oikawa direct towards you. iwaizumi was genuine, even within all his roughness.

you couldn't help but find yourself melting into his hold, his hands warm against your water cooled skin, face softening as you let him lead you towards his mattress; he only lets you go once the backs of your knees hit the bed and you buckle.

you sit comfortably in the silence, eyes scanning over his naked torso as he finds himself some clothes to change into "careful, keep looking at me like that and i'll start thinking you want me" you bring your eyes up to meet his gaze, an easy going grin resting upon his features, a similar smile mirrored upon your own "hey with the way you're looking, maybe i do" you watch his shoulders shake lightly as he chuckles, head shaking as he glances at you from the side.

"what happened to being 'therapy friends?" he quips, head tilting as he turns towards you. now you weren't an idiot, you could tell that there was some sort of tension between the two of you, and by making the jokes that you are, you were heading towards dangerous waters; but with the alcohol clouding your judgement slightly, you didn't seem to really care.

you smile up at him coyly, fingers drumming lightly against his covers "friends can still fuck can't they?" he blinks down at you for a moment, probably trying to determine whether or not you were joking, but from the slight droop in his eyelids and the way they lingered upon your underwear clad body for a little too long. you could tell that your words held some sort of effect on him.

there's two beats of silence before he slowly makes his way over "i know i'm not exactly the guy you want, but would it be alright if i kissed you right now?" you feel your breath catch in your throat, eyes watching carefully as he crouches down in front of you, hands resting gently against your thighs. though unable to verbalise your consent, you nod eagerly; hands reaching out towards his face as he moves towards you.

his lips were softer than you were expecting, and despite your enthusiasm the kiss was gentle, slow. he took his time with it, rough fingers slowly curling at the back of your neck and tangling within your hair, it was warm - as he always seemed to be - and it wasn't like anything you had been preparing yourself for.

as you leant more into him, the kiss got sloppier. god you felt hot, your mind finding it hard to focus as his tongue was sliding into your mouth. pressing gently against your own in a gesture you were eager to respond to.

you don't pull away from each other as he moves forwards, pressing you back onto the bed and caging you beneath one of his arms, his other hand already occupied within your hair. you're gasping at this point, feeling like molten with how hot your body was already starting to become, the knee he had between your legs pressing gently against you and forcing a shudder, nails scratching against his back and shoulders as you try to ground yourself.

iwa grunts lowly, his mouth breaking away from your own as he starts pressing slow, sloppy kisses down your throat, dragging his tongue against your pulse point. you found yourself panting at the sensation your eyes rolling back as you whine. he lets his hand follow where his mouth led, winding down and round to where your bra clips together.

"is this alright?" the question was rough in his throat, his voice hoarse as his fingers ghost across your spine, you shudder slightly at the contact. "yes, please." your voice is a lot more desperate than you were expecting, shaky and anticipating. iwa wastes no time in removing your bra, hands smoothing against your skin as he moves the straps down your arms.

his chest presses close to your own as he meets your lips in another wanton kiss, he was so very warm. you couldn't help the goosebumps that scattered your skin, hands ever searching for purchase against his body.

you keen into his touch as his hands move towards your chest, fingers pulling and twisting at your nipples gently as you whine.

unable to reach your hand down to his crotch, you instead press your knee against him, lowly grinding it into him. you're rewarded with a hitch in his breath, a low groan tumbling from his throat as he moves against your leg "sh-iiit" he moans, eyes closing at the friction you were providing for him.

he lets his mouth run down towards your chest now, one hand groping your tit and his tongue lapping at the other. you arch into the sensation, letting small praises fall from your lips "fuck that's it" your body jerks as his teeth latch onto you, the nerves sensitive from how much attention he was giving them.

desperate to feel him against you, you pull on his hair in an attempt to pull him upwards. his eyes glance up towards you and you feel yourself melt "wanna feel you" you murmer, hands tugging on his biceps as he sends you a crooked grin "someone's needy" he laughs, but you're too warm to care, mind only focused on getting what you want from him

"please hajime" you mewl, the use of his first name foreign on your tongue, though iwaizumi didn't seem to mind, too busy sliding his joggers down.

your jaw slacks as he finally slots against you, the shape of him pressing against you through his underwear enough to make you drool. "shit baby, you're so good" he hisses, dick twitching as he feels you grind into him "fuckkk, you're so good" all you can do is moan as his teeth nip at your jaw, hips rutting against one another as the two of you grow desperate.

you didn't think that he would be the person you were going to be doing this with tonight, but as you feel yourself clench against his clothed erection, you really couldn't complain.

"wanna feel you angel" you keen at the pet name, your head spinning as you nod eagerly. thumbs sliding your underwear down your legs as you watch him do the same. cock springing from his boxers as he hums, thick thumb swiping at the tip gently as he strokes himself. you drool at the sight, thighs rubbing together as you feel your core throb.

"can i haji?" you ask, fingers dipping teasingly between your legs, he lets out a shaky breath, eyes catching on the slick between your thighs "yes, god yes." you smile slightly at his enthusiasm. bringing your fingers up to your mouth, you let the saliva drool around them before bringing them back down to your core.

your head rolls back at the contact, fingers circling your clit slowly. you can hear how iwa's breath catches within his throat, hand stilling around his cock as he watches you touch yourself. "you're s'gorgeous" the words slur together slightly, hazel eyes watching as you slide one of your fingers in past your folds.

you force yourself to watch as he fucks into his hand, palm slowly moving from the top of his cock to the base. he was big and you knew the stretch would burn slightly from how thick he was. "pretty boy" you moan, eyes catching onto the way he twitches against his palm. the sight makes you whine, adding two more fingers to try and stretch yourself out.

iwaizumi curses, cock heavy in his hand as he watches you desperately fuck yourself on your fingers.

you're panting by the time he moves forwards for a kiss, hand enveloping the one between your legs, pulling your fingers out slowly to watch your pussy clench around air.

"please iwa, need it s'bad" you're batting your lashes, eyes teary as you look up at him. sucking in a harsh breath as his fingers ghost against your clit

"oh, so it's 'iwa' now? what happened to those pretty little whines of 'haji' huh?" his voice raises an octave, imitating your desperate pleas of his name, eyebrows raising as he strokes himself, tip catching against your slit and making you jolt. "m'sorry haji, jus' wanna feel you" you're desperate now, words mumbling together as you push your hips down towards where his tip sits against you, the two of you moaning as it's pushed ever so slightly into you.

you can tell that he's losing the restraint he was having to hold now, tip gently pushing in and out of your entrance as he groans, teeth caught on his lower lip "you're driving me crazy here angel. need to get a condom first, be patient" clawing at his arm as he tries to move away, you quickly drag him back "s'alright, it's alright. i'm on the pill, please hajime, i just want you inside" you try and steady your voice, your nails creating crescent indents into the skin of his arm as he swears "fuckkkk. you really are driving me crazy." leaning down towards you, you eagerly meet him for a kiss, mouths hot as your tongues move against one another, whining into him as he realigns himself against you.

your nails dig into his skin as he pushes inside you, the stretch burning as you latch onto his arm. "that's it baby, shit. you're doing so good" you moan at his praises, pussy clenching around him as he twitches inside you.

"you're s'big." you whimper, mouth falling open as you feel him hit the back of your cervix, both you and iwa moaning at the sensation. "you alright sweetheart?" he asks, the two of you panting as you try and accommodate to his size. nodding you smile, bringing his lips down into a soft kiss, circling your hips against him as a sign to move.

the first drag of his cock against you is slow, soft. iwaizumi trying his best to not fuck you dumb straight away. but your small cry of "faster please" has his restraint slowly slipping.

you find your fingernails digging into his skin as his pace increases, your eyes rolling back slightly at his force. he was so deep and it made your mind start to numb, thoughts of his cock the only thing you could find yourself able to focus on. iwa was in a similar state, forearms resting either side of your head, low groans and pants all he could let out, the feeling of you squeezing around him leaving him sensitive and overwhelmed.

"you're so big haji!" the drawn out whine of his name has his pace stuttering, cock twitching within you and forcing you to force your own hips downwards, a desperate attempt to get him to keep going. "fuck angel, you're so good for me" he rolls his hips slowly, memorising the warmth of your pussy around him "so pretty" it was his first time fucking someone raw, and god knows he was starting to get drunk off of the sensation.

you hum at his praise, tugging him down for a messy kiss, tongue and teeth clashing together as his hips start up their relentless pace once more. the feeling of his cock pressing against your cervix has your mouth watering. loud drawn out cries of pleasure leaving you as the heat within your lower stomach increases.

babbling out praises of how "deep" and "big" iwa's cock was, you let your hand wander down between your legs, fingers circling your clit eagerly. iwa moans as you tighten around him small mutters of "fuck" tickling against your ear as his breathing increases.

"just like that baby, fuckkk" you find the air forced out of you as his cock finally hits at the perfect angle, the repeated motion leaving you cock dumb and drooling. you rub your clit even faster, chasing your orgasm as iwa grunts atop of you. "m so close haji, fuck you're so good!" you grip onto him with your free hand, stomach tightening at the oncoming sensation, iwa swears as he feels you clench around him, murmuring praises as he starts to feel his own orgasm approach.

digging your nails into him once more you cry out "wanna feel you cum inside haji, please" you're practically begging at this point. your fingers desperately working at your clit as iwa's breathing grows ragged, cock deepening inside you with the force he was fucking you with.

he pants as he fucks you, trying to hold back his cum until you were ready, your eager moans tempting him to the edge, but you whine as you clench around him, head growing light as your thighs trap him against you, your loud repeated moans of "m' gonna cum" making him grunt with the effort of not spilling inside you. when he finally felt you gush around him, cunt squeezing him so tightly that it almost hurt, he couldn't hold back anymore, hips slamming into you as he came too.

both of you were gripping onto eachother, your loud cries of pleasure leaving him dizzy, teeth digging into the skin of your shoulder whenever he wasn't muttering praises "good girl, such a good girl f'me" he groaned as he rolled his hips against you, the overwhelming sensation of your shared orgasms something he wanted to ride out for as long as possible.

you shudder beneath him, wincing as he catches your clit, the feeling too sudden after your orgasm  "sorry darling" he murmurs, pressing a kiss against your shoulder as he tries to move away from you, you whine in response, pussy fluttering as he finally pulls out.

for a minute he looks almost awed at the way his cum spills out of you, but he quickly moves to grab something to clean you up with. when he comes back from what you assume to be his bathroom, he helps clean you up with a cool flannel, your cheeks heat at the action. guys you usually slept with were shit when it came to that sort of stuff, so the after care action took you by surprise slightly.

you eye him up appreciatively, scanning over his features as the moonlight caresses his skin. his hazel eyes were soft as he smoothed the flannel against your skin, brows pulled into a concentrated furrow. you smile as he brings his gaze up to your face, a soft smile mirroring your own as he puts the flannel to the side "you okay sweetheart?" he questions

you merely hum in response, head nodding as you feel the exhaustion set in "just sleepy" ironically you yawn just after saying so, as if trying to prove your point. he laughs, eyes crinkling up as he moves to grab the discarded clothes that he had grabbed for you earlier "here, lemme help you" he says, his voice quiet as he watches you, your body shuffling to sit up on the bed as he gestures for you to come forwards.

"arms up" you silently do as he says, letting him pull his large shirt over you, it wasn't too much bigger on your frame, but it still hung quite loose on your figure than anything you owned personally. "thank you" you smile as he places a kiss on the top of your head "anytime, do you want bottoms?" you shake your head at his question, skin still warm from your previous activities and likely alcohol.

he goes about getting his own clothes on silently, either ignorant to your blatant stare or just indifferent to it. you let yourself settle against his pillow, hips rising so that you could shuffle the duvet from beneath you.

iwa chuckles as he turns back to face you, your nose buried beneath his comforter, eyes watching him tiredly as he laughs, head shaking slightly as you yawn "go ahead, make yourself at home why don't you" he teases, to which you grin, making a show of snuggling further into his bed "why thank you, you're too kind" the two of you chuckle as you make room for him in the bed.

at first he seemed slightly hesitant to touch you, but you grab his hand on attempt to tug him towards you, his arm wrapping around your torso comfortably.

you're both quiet for a moment, the sound of his shallow breathing making you think he was asleep for a moment, but the silence is broken when he asks "what are we from here on out?" he says it so gently that you're convinced he's worried that you'll break if he were to ask it any louder.

you merely sigh as you press yourself against him, stealing his warmth as you shut your eyes "therapy friends with benefits?" you try joke, but you know the answer is not one he's looking for.

he laughs nonetheless, and for a second you too are scared to speak, to break the fragile silence that surrounds the two of you, but you know that you need to talk. "we can be what we've always been, maybe a little more now if that's what you'd like?" he's quiet, and you count the beats between his silence.

"i think i want to take this slow" he pauses for a moment as if debating what to say, "i like you, and i would hate for either of us to get hurt, so for now, let's just be what we've always been; friends." he concludes, and you hum comfortably, repeating the word back to him "friends it is. now shut up, m tired" he chuckles, chin pressing against the junction between your neck and shoulder as he sighs, the two of you resting comfortably within eachothers warmth.

you think to yourself absently what it means to you, 'to be what you've always been.' polite acquaintances who share friends? confidants with similar romance troubles? friends? lovers? you weren't quite sure what it meant to be what you already were when it seemed you had already crossed the line to what you were before; but you weren't going to push things any further. better to let things play out than risk ruining the fragility of it all any more than you already had.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi fanfic #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi angst #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader

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SteveTony Weekly - April 7 - Week 14

Welcome to April, y’all. Here’s what I read this week--hopefully you find something to enjoy! 

all I ever knew of love by mistymountainking

For six months, nobody knew that Tony Stark and Steve Rogers were dating.

Which means no one knows they broke up six weeks ago.

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a prompt fill for ishipallthings on tumblr, who asked for Steve/Tony + exes AU.

I really love the idea of Tony being the one frightened to go public, and especially the reasons behind it in this one. The pining was delicious and the angst made it all hurt in the best way possible. 

Some Kind of Personal War by sara_holmes

And Tony realizes that working out who the Winter Soldier used to be and who he is now are two entirely different things.

This and the next on the list need to be read in order, they’re a series featuring BuckyCap, Winter Soldier Steve and Tony trying very hard to help. All three are so in character it’s amazing, especially considering the twist to roles. I love the slow development to Steve and Tony’s relationship and how very earned it felt. 

I'll Draw this Line (and hope you take my side.) by sara_holmes

Steve Rogers is the Winter Soldier. He has his missions, he had his orders, he has his place in the world. If people would just stop reminding him about that time he was Captain America, it would be a lot easier to stay in that damn place.

Continuing the story from Steve’s POV, makes SKOPW seem like a walk in the park. This one hurts so much, y’all. But it’s definitely worth it to watch Steve’s journey. 

The Wrong Side of These Sheets by Demerite 

Tony keeps sleeping with his team mates. Or on them. Or next to them. Really, he just happens to sleep a lot in very close proximity to members of his team.

It's possible that Steve has come to the wrong conclusion about this, and Tony's complete and utter inability to act like a mature human being around Steve probably doesn't help matters.

At this point even Coulson wants to take action about this, because things are becoming, quite frankly, ridiculous.

MISUNDERSTANDINGS! BEDSHARING AND MISUNDERSTANDINGS and poor Steve being so confused and sad. It’s short and sweet and perfect. 

here to stay by meidui

Tony likes these damn kids even though they're a handful. Not his handful as much as they're Steve’s, mind you, but still.

He offers his help where Steve comes up short and he really is getting on great with the kids, but for some reason, Steve seems to tense up whenever he gets too close.

Steve being so protective and worried and Tony trying to make sense of it and help is everything to me. That they find their way without hurting each is even more. Read it. 

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

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Extra Credit

Professor Erwin Smith x Fem Student Reader

4,092 words - nsfw - minors dni

If there was one thing you were certain of it was that no one was lying when they said college professors were nothing like highschool teachers. Especially in the case of your gorgeous history professor Erwin Smith. Light blue button up struggling to contain him, buttons straining over his built chest and white undershirt peeking out through the gaps. 

Everything about him was unbelievably hot, from the way he moved to the way his voice captured the whole room. Many classes you found yourself completely distracted by him, large arms holding textbooks and long fingers pointing at the words he'd written on the board. If it wasn't for his booming voice you'd probably miss more than half of what he was saying. The man really commanded his space, no one could stop themselves from listening to him. 

Unfortunately you didn't seem to be retaining enough information, he'd drawn a sad face next to the abysmal grade you'd gotten on his last quiz. You couldn't help but giggle a little at the thought of such a serious man drawing smiley faces on his graded assignments. He'd also jotted down at the bottom of the paper to meet him during his office hours when you had the chance, so you could make up the grade. 

Feeling very nervous about speaking one on one with the most beautiful man you've ever seen, you tried your best to seem chill as you waited for him outside his office door. You'd gotten to his office a few minutes early, when you knocked there had been no answer. So you waited. Waiting only made you feel even more nervous though. 

"Early, good girl" Erwin smiled as he walked up to you, inside you wanted to scream. Unable to look him in the eye as you greeted him, your vision hit the floor, slowly working up to his face. His slacks were a little too tight and putting his thigh muscles on display, the outline of his manhood made you quickly find something on the floor to look at while he unlocked his door, "come on in, I have a few extra credit options for you." 

"Thank you," it came out a mumble as you stepped inside the office, Erwin closing and locking the door behind you made your heart hammer against your chest. There was obviously no dubious reason for him to do that, he probably just didn't want anyone walking in while he worked with you. That's all. 

"Please sit, I'll gather the options" he gestured to a chair for you before walking around his desk, rummaging through a drawer before pulling out a folder, "based on your previous work in my class, you'll probably prefer the essay" he said softly, looking over the contents of the folder as he sat down across from you, "but there's also the option to retake the quiz entirely." 

"Essay about what?" You watched his hands, they moved so solidly across the papers. Blue veins like raging rivers down his forearms, a simple watch hugging his thick wrist. 

"I have a list here" he handed you a paper, seven different essay questions from the last three chapters you'd been working on in class, "pick whichever you'd like. Three pages and due by Monday, please." 

You had a busy weekend already, trying to add this paper to the list felt a bit daunting, "maybe it would be easier to retake the quiz" you looked up, the man was loosening his tie as he leaned back in his chair. You felt every hair on your body stand at attention, "I don't have a lot of extra time to work on this" your voice shaking as you placed the paper down on the desk. 

"We could do a retake on Tuesday" he leafed through a planner that had been sitting neatly in front of him, "or you could earn the grade another way, today." 

Your face heated up, his tone had been completely neutral but it didn't stop your mind from finding the dirtiest option imaginable. You stared at him for a moment, Erwin still looking through his planner. There was no way your hot professor was actually propositioning you for sex for a better grade. That had to just be your mind going wild with ridiculous fantasies. 

"Unless you're busy today as well" he closed the planner and looked back at you, though his voice was normal his eyes weren't. Lust and desire swimming in pools of blue, slowly being eaten up by his pupils. Your face was going red, still trying to rationalize that this wasn't actually happening. 

"Do you want me to take the quiz again now?" You asked quietly, worried if you spoke any louder you wouldn't be able to keep the words steady. A chuckle escaped him as he pulled at his tie again, this time fully removing it before tossing it on his desk. Your mouth watered as he undid his top two buttons, a lazy smile on his lips. 

"Sorry I'm all out of copies at the moment, I was thinking my lesson must not have stuck with you well enough. I'm willing to use this time now to go over the chapters" Erwin spoke slowly, deep voice rather quiet compared to how loudly he spoke in class. You tried to inconspicuously wipe your sweaty hands off on your leggings, feeling extra stupid for thinking he'd meant anything other than something actually educational. 

"Yeah, I don't have any other classes for today" you tried to relax, pleased to be getting some extra attention from your professor but still nervous as all hell. 

"Wonderful," he smiled before sitting up straight. You watched as he gathered up some papers from the lessons, "now," he cleared his throat and pushed back on his chair away from the desk, "come here" Erwin gestured to the space between him and the desk. Puzzled you slowly stood up, face going hot again as you saw him eye you from head to toe then back up again. 

"Should I take the chair?" You asked nervously, he shook his head no and you slowly walked around the solid wooden desk, standing awkwardly in front of him you couldn't find the strength to look at his face. 

"On your knees" a gruff whisper that you weren't sure actually escaped him or if your mind was playing twisted tricks on you. 

"Pardon?" You looked at him, his bottom lip between his teeth as he sat back in his desk chair. Erwin's eyes were still slowly tracing your body, one hand resting on his strong thigh while the other was gently touching the growing tent in his slacks. 

"Get down on your knees" he said louder this time, eyes meeting yours. Your head spun for a moment, either you were having the most vivid amazing dream of your life or you had died and gone to heaven. There was no way any of it was real. After a few blinks you obeyed, sitting back on your heels and looking up at him with rosy cheeks. 

"Like this?" You felt the words leave your lips but you weren't sure any sound actually came out. 

"Very good" he cooed, you watched in awe as he undid his belt then pants. The fabric was fighting tooth and nail to keep his erection contained, it relaxed as he freed himself. Big. That's all you could think as you watched him slowly stroke his cock. He cleared his throat before scooting his chair closer to you, "you're going to use your mouth, go nice and slow and listen to me okay?" His words were like honey, cock standing proud a few inches from your face. 

"Yes sir" you mumbled before sitting up a bit, getting a better angle to try to fit the monster in your mouth. A pleased sigh passed through his lips as your mouth enveloped the head of his cock. 

"Good girl," he purred, one his large hands tangled in your hair. He gently patted your head as you began sucking in as much of him as you could, remembering to move slowly as he asked. A few quiet breaths before he began speaking, "now let's go over the Renaissance" you continued slowly sucking on his cock, one hand keeping your balance on his knee while the other pumped the bottom half of his cock. 

Erwin sat still, keeping his reactions to you at a minimum as he spoke. He reassured you every now and then that you were doing a great job, he'd comb his fingers through your hair as he spoke. You still weren't sure this was actually happening. 

"You got the section on humanism incorrect as well" he used his free hand to look over your quiz, "do you remember when we went over classical antiquity?" He looked down at you, your eyes met and he shivered. You felt his cock twitch against your tongue, you nodded yes as you continued sucking and looking up into his eyes. Blue completely gone now. He let out a small sigh and hung his head back, enjoying your mouth for a moment before continuing his lesson. 

The heat between your thighs was becoming unbearable. You found using the heel of your shoe to rub yourself on was good enough for the moment, but god did you want to put what was in your mouth down there instead. You listened to him speak, his voice sounded so sexy and rough as he went on with his lesson. Every few words his breath was a little shaky, but he still wasn't reacting much. You wondered if he would at all, if he'd let you hear him moan in ecstasy or if he'd be just as serious looking when he finally finished. 

"The goal of the Italian Renaissance humanists of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries was the study of the humanities, is the main take away from that section" he said lowly, his hand in your hair moved down until the palm was at the base of your skull, "you've done so well, but I want you take in more" he pushed your head down, forcing more of his length into your mouth. You gagged as the tip entered your throat, "good girl, just like that" he purred. 

He kept pushing you down lower for a few more minutes, releasing you to let you breathe. You caught your breath and looked up at him, his hand slowly stroking his dick wet with your spit. You quickly took over, lips back around his girth as he hummed happily. 

"You're such an excellent student" he held your head with both hands, "this is the first quiz you haven't passed" he thrust into your mouth, forcing his entire length into your throat making you choke, "just relax, there you go" he grunted as he fucked into your mouth before letting go and letting you take control again, "you can go a little faster, I'm almost done here" Erwin returned his attention to your quiz as tears streamed down your cheeks, throat burning a bit as you swallowed excess spit. 

Swallowing around his cock made him moan unexpectedly, his hand over his mouth like he hadn't meant to only made it sexier. You wanted to make him moan more, desperate to make him unravel. The thought this could end with you bent over his desk and fully stuffed with his cock had you rocking your hips against your heel even harder. 

"You did well on the art section, so I'll skip that one" his breathing was getting more erratic, but he was holding onto that neutral tone still, "let's go over the technology section now." 

You continued bobbing on his cock, taking him until your throat couldn't handle it anymore before popping off the tip. With how much your mouth was watering for him, his cock was dripping with your spit. It was rolling down his shaft and over your hands, a small puddle forming on his boxers covering his balls. God his balls, you wanted to take his pants completely off so you could them. They were big too, you could tell through his underwear. 

"Sir?" You interrupted him, breathing heavy as you looked up at him through wet lashes. He chewed his bottom lip and looked down at you, hand still stroking his cock as you figured out how to say your thoughts aloud. 

"I want to suck on your balls too" you whispered, struggling to maintain eye contact but knew you wanted to see his reaction to your words. For good reason too, the question certainly riled him up. His eyes went wide for a moment, a smile pulled the corners of his lips up as he mulled over a response. 

"Answer a few questions and I'll let you" Erwin exhaled, "what's an arquebus?" 

"It's a gun" you answered, hand still stroking his spit covered cock. 

"I need more than that for full points" he chuckled. 

"It's a musket that was first used by the ottoman empire in the fifteenth century" you said softly, eyes trained in his cock as you watched your hand move up his entire length then back down again. 

"Good girl" he smiled, "name another gun, this one from sixteenth century, and I'll let you suck my balls" Erwin purred. 

"Um," you thought for a moment while you watched his length in your palm, "the grenade musket?" You looked up at him unsure. 

"You're listening so well" he smiled wider, "here," he backed up his chair and stood up kicking off his shoes before fully removing his slacks and boxers. You watched as he folded them neatly and placed them on his desk, his erection drooling precum as he worked. You were right, his balls were large, they bounced against his thigh as he sat back down, "go one" he presented himself to you and you hungrily reveled in your earnings. 

Stroking his cock with one hand, you gripped his thigh for balance as you sucked one of his nuts into your mouth. Releasing it with a loud, wet pop before sucking on the other. Erwin gently played with your hair, watching his student diligently suck and lick at his tightening ball sack. 

"Just a bit more and then I'll have you answer a couple more questions" his voice was so deep and raspy, "if you get them all right I'll change your grade and I'll give you an extra reward for being such a good student for me today." 

Erwin finished the last of his lesson, face flushed and balls twitching for release in your hands. For a few moments he let out low groans as he watched you worshiping his cock, his large hands pushing your hair from your face so he could look into your eyes. 

"Good girl, just a little bit more then you have to swallow it all okay?" You nodded in understanding before dedicating yourself to making Erwin cum. Little moans and left his lips, his fingers raking through your hair trembled a bit as he got closer and closer to climax, "yes, just like that" he purred, voice rough and low, "such a good girl" he grunted, hands tightly gripping your hair in fists. He pushed you down as he thrusted up into your throat, thick bitter cum filling your mouth. You looked up at him with wet eyes, swallowing his large load as fast as you could before the excess could spill out. 

Erwin caught his breath, hands releasing your hair slowly. Strands that had broken in his tight grip clung to his skin as he leaned back, cock twitching between your lips. A few more spurts filled your mouth again before you finally removed it. Licking your lips you waited to find out what happens next, thrilled beyond belief at the wild sexy ideas rapidly churning in your mind. 

"Three questions, then your reward if you get them all correct" he smiled down at you, you nodded your head and waited with baited breath, "we'll just do vocabulary to make things easy, one: humanism." 

"A philosophy during the Renaissance that valued human thoughts and ideas. It led to the study of classical writings and art" you answered shakily, your heat desperate for whatever reward was in store for you. 

"Good, two: printing press" Erwin ran his fingers through his own hair, watching you look up at him needily. 

"A machine for reproducing written material with ink" your thighs trembled below you, you could feel the stick wetness in your panties squishing as you rubbed your legs together. 

"Three: indulgence" he chewed his lip, eyes fluttering closed as he waited for your answer. 

"A pardon that released someone from punishment for their sins" you whispered out the answer, awaiting the sinful reward you were bound to receive. 

"Very good" he stood up, cock half hard smacking against his thigh as he moved his chair, "remove your pants" he said over his shoulder as he pushed the chair against the wall. You did as requested, excited to feel him inside you, "elbows on the desk" he turned to face you as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, letting the cotton button up fall off his shoulders before he tugged off the white undershirt. You stood in awe of him for a moment, drinking in the sight of his beautifully chiseled body. 

You turned and pressed your elbows and palms on the desk, feeling a little nervous about his eyes on your exposed holes. You gasped as his large, warm hands gently ran down your ass then thighs. You heard him moving behind you, your eyes squeezed shut as you waited for him to do something. A surprised moan escaped you at the feeling of his tongue dragging over your slit, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he began a steady pace for lapping at your soaked cunt.

"Fuck" you breathed out, face pressed against the desk as Erwin earnestly devoured your pussy. He didn't let up as you trembled, his face pushing hard against you as he held your legs open, "oh my god!" You gasped as he inserted a finger, pushing deep inside you as he kept licking and sucking at your folds. He moved his finger inside you steadily faster and faster pulling whines and moans from your lips. 

"You taste delicious" he purred, breath hot against your wet skin. He leaned back to watch his finger disappearing inside you before adding a second, making you moan even louder, "quiet down a bit" he chuckled, "the room isn't sound proof" he got back to eating you as you tried, and failed, to keep your voice down. A few more loud moans, muffled a bit by your hands, left you before your pussy began spasming around his fingers just on the edge of climax. He chuckled as he pulled out of you, standing up he pressed the head of his cock against your hole. 

"Please Professor Smith" you begged, wiggling your ass impatiently, his strong hand holding your hip as he slowly impaled you, "amazing!" You mewled as his girth stretched you, a low groan left him once he was fully buried in you. 

"Ready?" He murmured, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck. 

"Yes, please fuck me sir!" You whined and he quickly gave it to you. His hips slamming into you over and over, large balls slapping your clit pulling back strings your arousal each time they swayed away again. Erwin held your waist tightly, gruff moans in the back of your neck as he filled you with his cock. 

"I'd love to have some more extra study sessions with you in the future" he purred in your ear as he slowed his hips, feeling your pussy trembling from your first orgasm, "I think it would really benefit you to have more one on one tutoring from me" he slammed in hard and stayed put, "right baby girl?" He kissed down the back of your neck as you whimpered out yes a few times. 

Large, hot hands feathered up your stomach under your shirt until he reached your breasts. His mouth still connected to your nape as he kneaded the supple flesh, his hips began slowly moving again. He thrusted slowly, fully to the hilt before pulling almost completely out again. He kept the slow pace for a few minutes as he murmured about how amazing it felt to be inside you. Erwin pulled you up with him as stood up a bit, hands still on your breasts as he fucked up into you. 

"Take your shirt off and sit on my desk" he breathed out as he released you. Head fuzzy and legs barely able to hold you up you did as he said, sitting completely bare on his desk Erwin smiled lazily and looked you up and down before standing between your thighs. He pulled your ass to the edge until your pussy hit his cock, "ready?" He smiled, inserting himself before you could even finish saying yes. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he fucked you, your hands holding his biceps as his hands wandered your exposed skin. 

"So good, so good!" You whined out, hanging your head back as the second orgasm washed over you. Erwin leaned down to kiss your throat, nipping gently at the skin as his hips slowed down again. He pushed you onto your back, hands squeezing your breasts as he watched his cock push into you. 

"I'm close" he whispered, grabbing your legs by the backs of your knees. Erwin pressed your knees to your chest, fucking as deep into you as he possibly could. Moving slowly to feel every inch of your insides as he could as you moaned and whimpered below him, body overheating and mind completely fucked dumb. A few more thrusts and he pushed all the way in, his cock twitching for release as he forced himself not to cum. Slowly he dragged out of you before exploding white ropes on your stomach and chest. 

Erwin let go of your legs and opened one of his drawers on the desk, pulling out a tissue box he attempted to clean you off. His hands shaking and eyes struggling to focus, tissues too weak to soak up the mess he'd made. 

"I'm sorry, just give me a moment" he mumbled, cock still drooling cum on his leg as he tried to focus. Instead he dropped to his knees and began eating you out again, overstimulation making it impossible to hold back your moaning. He licked up your slit then over your stomach, eating his seed off your skin as he slowly rose to his feet again. He murmured apologies as he licked you all over, getting distracted from the task of getting his cum off you to suck on your nipples. 

"Please, professor" you whined, head hung back as he fingered you and sucked on your breasts, "it's too much, I can't handle any more" you whimpered, hands pawing at his muscular back. 

"Just a little more" he smiled against your skin, "I'm getting hard again, do you think you can hold out for a little long?" You looked up at him through hazy eyes, Erwin was disheveled in the sexiest way imaginable. The thought that this man was so desperate to get his cock back inside you enough to make your pussy pulse around his fingers. 

"I can take it" you watched his eyes fill with delight as he stood up. 

"Thank you" he purred, "you're the best student I've ever had" his breath hitched as he pushed his cock back inside your overused hole, his shape still fucked into you he slid in easily. You let your professor have his way with you for another round, this one much shorter than the last. He at least had you suck him as he finished, cumming in your mouth required less cleanup. The two of you spent and panting, sitting on the floor of his office he pulled you into his wide chest, planting sloppy kisses on your cheek. 

"Professor Smith?" You swallowed nervously, the reality of it all hitting you. 

"Call me Erwin" he purred back, kissing down your neck. 

"Now what?" You held back a whine in reaction to his lips on your skin.

"Well," he sat up straight and cleared his throat, "why don't we schedule your extra study sessions for Fridays" he smiled, "you'll be a top student in no time." 

#aot fanfiction #erwin smith #erwin smut #erwin smith x reader #erwin has been on my mind lately and I ended up writing this #i wanted him to be a history professor and the only subject i could think about was the renaissance #its up to you to decide if he does this all the time or if you're special #i almost had reader calling him daddy but i went with sir instead because that felt less cringe~

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Have u ever posted your comic or animation workflow anywhere? Im super curious on how you tackle the process, especially not using a drawing tablet. I know you have a very simple (and adorable) style so that probably helps in terms of workflow -- Im just curious about the steps you take.

Thank you! With both comics and animation my key thing is to not spend too much time on any particular thing, just draw loose and fast. Honestly the only downside to drawing with a mouse is that I can tell my arm has extremely specific muscle memory regarding it- if my mouse breaks and I get a new one I have to spend a good month or so just letting my hand get used to it again lol. Same with if my setup gets readjusted too much- right now my setup is my mouse on one of those padded mousepads, on top of 2 books, with my elbow resting on my 3DS case (I'll get an actual pillow or something for it eventually lol). But luckily thanks to this I suffer very minimal wrist pain 👍

(...Okay I started to go really in depth in my process here, so sorry if this is way more than what you were asking. Putting it under a readmore just to save space lol)

With MFM in particular, I start by writing out the entire script for the next story arc, which really is just all of the dialogue and vague notes about any important actions. Then I do the paneling with very loose stick-figure like sketches of where the characters are and what they're doing. I prefer having very little planning when it comes to character poses and panel shapes, coming up with those on the fly makes things much more exciting and faster to make. But it's the opposite with dialogue... it needs to be 100% FINAL before I draw a single line lol.

That's part of my script for my most recent chapter, as well as what my extremely loose goofy thumbnail sketching is like. I write the script as one big thing and don't separate it into pages until I actually start drawing- then I go and color change it just to keep track of what dialogue goes on each page

After that, I go back and do the ACTUAL sketch, as well as the lettering (I don't believe this is how it's done professionally. I used to do lettering as the very last step in the process... but then found it hard to cram speech bubbles in the right places lmao.) After that is lineart, coloring, background flat colors, then shading/rendering for all of it. I do each step in batches, as in I sketch out ALL pages of a chapter before moving to lineart, I line ALL pages before starting coloring, etc. I find it way easier to be productive when it's broken up like that, though when I first started the comic I used to draw each page to completion before starting the next (but also, the comic's style was DRASTICALLY simpler back then haha)

(Unfortunately I merged some of the shading to the background flat colors so it's not entirely accurate... oops) FireAlpaca has a sand texture feature that I only found out about last year- adding that to the backgrounds makes them look 10x better with WAY less effort.

With animation, it depends on the project. For simple 5-10 second animation I make for fun, there's very little planning lol. I skip some steps in the process- I'll sketch out the keyframes (and maybe any difficult inbetweens if necessary), line those, then go straight into making linework inbetweens. I'm not a cleanup artist and have no experience in that, so I always find trying to line my rough animation makes everything jittery and wobbly. If I do it with a clean line from the start then I can avoid that and save a lot of time 👍

For my bigger projects (such as the Parvey cartoon and the MFM Kickstarter trailer), I do the whole animatic with final audio first and foremost, with the animatic being almost like the keyframes. I split them up into individual shots, .mp4 files anywhere between 1-30 seconds usually, and animate those one at a time. I'm a huge fan of free to use programs and try to use them as much as I possibly can, here's a list of the ones I use:

FireAlpaca- for the actual drawing part itself (storyboarding/animating/etc). FireAlpaca has a feature that lets you export every frame as it's own drawing, as well as an onion skin mode

Windows Movie Maker- for compiling all of those frames into video format, creating individual shots. If you upload all of your frames and set them to around 0.08 seconds, it equals about 12fps (I usually animate at 0.10 seconds/10fps, its a bit slower but looks nice)

Onlinesequencer.net- for making music. It's the place I've made all of my songs on, like the timeloop song, hyperworkaholic, and the background music for the MFM Kickstarter trailer.

Audacity- for editing audio/music. Also great for recording things directly from your desktop

DaVinci Resolve- for editing and putting together all of the shots into one big video. Can get kind of intensive on the computer during rendering, so watch out.

YouCut (app)- also for editing and compiling shots, I used this one a lot a couple years back but I'm not sure how well it holds up. Doesn't need much phone storage to download but needs a lot to render videos.

MS Paint (yes really)- for typing up text. FireAlpaca has a text option but I don't like it as much as Paint's.

...The only thing I genuinely can't do alone is voice acting. Luckily there's a big voice acting community on Twitter and they're all amazing to work with!

This got... way more in depth than I planned for it to be, so sorry if this is way more than what you were asking lol. But that's my general process when it comes to my art 👍

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anyone who cares about the me hating my room layout saga........come along w me...... no img descriptions im so sorry..... i can only describe these images as "2d bedroom/office poorly laid out in various ways"

sorry im using inches not cm. so here is my room's current layout:

it's a small room, less than 10'x11'. that window on the side is 6'x6' and the window sill sticks out 2 inches from the wall, and it starts 1 foot up from the floor. im using my desk as a bedside table rn. why do i want to rearrange this? why does it kill me that this is what i'm stuck with?

SICK OF MY MOM DOING THIS SHIT. just silently standing in my doorway whenever she walks past my room and i have something interesting to her on my screen. she wont even announce she's there, she just stands there. one time i was watching some stupid funny video and i found out she was behind me because she LAUGHED and it scared the shit out of me. yes i have talked to her about it. yes she knows i don't like it. she says she "doesn't do it on purpose" just sometimes she'll walk past and see something on the screen and can't help but look. girl.

but like heres the thing... what if friends have drawn nice porn??? ideally let's not let my mom look at it. I want to draw porn??? lol, lmao even. imagine what i could make if i were free. no but fr even aside from that, just day to day, it'd be nice to feel like an adult and not a kid whose parent is looking over their shoulder all the time, even past the invasion of privacy issue, having my back to the door means im always on edge... so that is goal number 1.

("why dont you just close your door?" dogs ok shut up)

(also wanted to say that step 1 in preventing my mom from just Doing That was to get a door curtain, which i have now, but it does not change my desire to move my desk. it isnt enough.)

goal number 2 is giving the dogs a pathway equal in flow to the current one. the dog seat next to my chair is 26 inches high, so the dogs can only get there from the bed, not the floor. you can see right now, it's easy peasy for them, step up, bed, seat. that blue circle is where i initially put the dog seat, and it was lower at the time so the dogs could reach it from the floor. alas, katze hated it on that side even though it was easier for me to get out of my chair when it was on the left of me instead of the right.

ok, so we've got the two big goals. desk against right-side wall. easy layout for dogs.

i need you to know i've tried a lot of different layouts ok. i am showing you a FRACTION of the attempts. a fraction!!!! i tried a layout with my bed at a 45 degree angle, don't "have you tried--" me

the left side wont work bc the dresser and bed overlap by 2 inches and it simply won't fit. the right one solved that problem. but both of these have two other problems: 1, dogs falling into window gap lol -- easily solvable, i'll just fill in the window with pillows or something -- and 2, i have to choose whether to give the dogs a step over to their seat or to have a bedside table. can't have both. and i need a bedside table so the dog seat would have to go on the other side with a step up, which would block me in. also unacceptable. both of these are out.

thats what led me to this layout, which i made a post about. so the dresser would work as a bedside table for me, the dogs have decent flow up the step, to the bed, over onto the dog seat. but ah. the space between the desk and the bed is about 20 inches. maybe a little less if the window sill pushes the bed out an inch or two from the wall. am trapped. probably difficult to get in and out. i am not teeny tiny.

and now we are here:

if i just scoot the desk down i have room to move, dogs still have flow, everything's good..... except. you see it right. just a. large gap in the corner. nothing there. surrounded by things that are all 2 feet high or taller. so, a pit really. but, ah, what's this????

a free table exactly the length and width of the gap, stopping any chance of the dogs falling down there and hurting themselves or being unable to get out???

wow, i can move my printer from on top of the dresser to on that table! i can put my mini shelves there which are currently sitting on my desk! i can maybe even set some little trinkets and doodads there!! ah, table that is perfectly sized for my corner pit and that i got totally for free and is in really good shape and not falling apart, wow you're so great! :)

is what i would say if i had a table that fit there and was free and worked well

[cod-dump]

I’m not Simon Riley I’m Ghost: Chapter 16

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Soap POV

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Soap went to the room where he was supposed to stay in for this, now over, mission. He was frustrated, angry. How could he forget about Ghost's nature? Of course he doesn't care that humans might die! Soap sits on the bed, sighing. It didn't feel right to leave, not when the mission wasn't even completed. Abandoning it even when people's lives were at stake... Did Price agree to this?

Soap checks his phone, having gotten a message from Gaz.

:Are you alright? Heard something about a attack from Price:

Soap went to reply when an idea came to him. The church... A meeting place for the arms dealer's men... At least, that's maybe what it's being used for. He wonders what he could find there... Maybe something that could lead to Hiro Shizuma? Soap feels like he can't leave, not until something is done about Hiro Shizuma. People were in danger and he wasn't going to walk away.

Ghost won't help. He doesn't care what happens as long as he gets his next meal.

Soap made his decision. To everyone, it's a stupid one. But he feels like he has to or else a lot of people were going to die. Soap sends a text to Gaz as he leaves the room.

:I'm fine. I'll see you later:

He wasn't sure when 'later' would be, he wasn't even sure what would happen to him. As Soap made his way through the base, back straight as he walks with purpose, he can only think about what Ghost would do once he found out what Soap was doing. Though he planned to be off base by the time the beast disguised as a man made the discovery. Going by foot was his only option, and Soap was hoping Ghost didn’t figure out his plan and chase him down.

Getting off base in full gear and armed was easier than it should have been. All Soap did was tell the soldiers at the gate he was going out on his own and they just let him go. He wasn't going to complain, they made this a bit easier for him.

Soap liked to think he was good at navigating unfamiliar areas. He had to be with his line of work. It proved useful and he probably wouldn't have gotten back to the church as fast without that skill. The sun was just below the horizon so Soap was hoping the vampires wouldn't be too eager to greet him. He wasn't sure about that tiger thing, though, or if it followed the same rules as them. Soap was cautious as he made him way towards the church, looking over his shoulder and in every dark place he passed.

He's been in dangerous situations like this before, but this had to be the first time he moved as prey and not predator. The street lights were humming quietly as he got closer to the church and anything louder than that made Soap flinch. The tiger thing had rushed him, cornered him, all with abnormal silence for something so large. He would like to no have a repeat of that.

Soap had never felt so uneasy outside of a church. It was ominous, truly.

Need to get inside…

The chances of something worth note being left behind was slim, but it was their original plan to start here before everything happened. There had to be something, anything. Just enough to get a lead, something the DGSE or Ghost couldn’t ignore. Ghost said this wasn’t a human matter, but Soap never liked sitting when something o big was happening in front of him. He was a good soldier though he had a temper… and right now Ghost was the target.

Soap felt betrayed. It was a dumb feeling considering everything Ghost was. He hunted and killed humans, he was in 141 because it was a free meal ticket, the perfect cover with someone covering up his tracks. Soap knew all this yet he let his attraction blind him. He wanted Ghost to be the lieutenant that he had originally met. He wanted Ghost to continue being that brave man who did a hell of a job taking out problems and saving lives. But he never was that, it was all an illusion, a mask to keep him hidden so he could keep getting food without drawing attention.

The church was locked up tight, every window and door heavily secured. Not something that every abandoned building had. There was definitely something going on here. The monsters that attacked them and now the secured building, it all pointed to the fact that something had to be here. Soap circles the church again and stops when he notices something covered up by a tarp. A swift tug and a cellar door was revealed.

A padlock? There’s my way in.

Soap always kept a set of lock picks on him for this reason. It would be quicker to just break the lock but he didn’t want to risk making too much noise, so picking the lock it is. Soap fumbled with the lock, and soon he was rewarded with a satisfying click. Soap removes the lock and goes to open the cellar, freezing when he hears something behind him. A slight breeze, very light footsteps—

“Fuck-“

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