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[fredwkong]

Alphaworld File 3: Diary of an Alpha Transformation (1 of ?)

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An undated journal. It is heavily bedazzled on the covers, though many of the gems appear to have been scraped off or stepped on. There are several stains yellowing the coloured paper of the cover, mostly sweat.

Inside the front cover, there is a space where the owner is encouraged to write their name. Two names occupy the space, one on top of the other. The lower layer is written with a purple marker, neatly spelling the name “Ronaldo Herrera.” There are multicoloured sparkles drawn around the name, and glitter has been sprinkled over it. Some of the glitter appears to have been scraped off with a knife, and there is a 3 centimetre tear at the top interior of the page, as if someone was about to rip it out. On top of the first name, the name “RONNIE H” is scrawled in crude capitals using a pencil. The pencil was applied with sufficient force that graphite scrapes are visible from where they were brushed off the page.

Journal entries flow into each other without dating, but editors have split entries based on context and labelled them “Day One, Day Two, Day Three…” despite the fact that more than one day clearly proceeds between some entries. From this point onward, journal entries are transliterated directly, with marginalia and other notes on the text rendered in square brackets [] to distinguish them from the main body.

[Day One]

OMG, I’m soooo happy to be back on campus! Staying with my parents is such a bore! They don’t let me stream any of my shows, they say drag race is of the devil, and the town is so small that I’m, like, the only twink there. I can’t even get any dl dick all holiday because country guys are all totally masc for masc. My hole is toooootally desperate.

I’m so happy that Ollie across the hall got me this journal! He made it look soooo cute with all the stones! He’s, like, okay for a fellow bottom, even tho his massive crush on me is, like, totally obvious. Sorry babe, this dick is for decoration only lmao! Maybe we could get tag teamed by a big dick boy sometime, that’d be pretty hot. I've never bottomed alongside a transmasc dude.

Anyway, I just stopped at the dorm to drop off my suitcase and get out of my het drag, there’s a whole lotta frat parties starting tonight and if I wanna end my dry spell I’ve gotta be there! I just had to live my Sex and the City fantasy by putting down a few lines in the diary first!

[a doodle of an open-faced journal with scribbly lines on the page in rainbow colours]

[Day Two]

ZOMGGGGGGG [written in double-tall bubble letters across a quarter of the page, filled in with pink highlighter]

This term is gonna be SO AWESOME.

Campus is suddenly full of massive muscle men who are totally desperate for me! I was, like, totally the target of a dominance contest at the party last night, and it was SO HOT.

So I walk in, right? And I’m dressed in my usual, my lil slutty crop and my littlest shorts. Here, I took a pic before I left so you can see how cute I was.

Anyway, I’m cute, I’m obvious, I’m ready to have any guy absolutely wreck me. Like, last night, I would have taken a bicurious frat bro fucking me raw, my hole was so neglected. So I am a blaring neon sign: I’M A FAG [written in rainbow marker colours]

And as soon as I walk in, this GOD [a doodle of a massive man is in the margin, a perfect X shape covered in cartoonishly bulging muscles] comes up to me and is all, “Hey boy, I’m Nate.” He. Is. PERFECT. Gorgeous grey eyes, windswept dirty blond hair, a tank top hugging pecs the size of my HEAD. And his voice gets me tooootally weak in the knees. I can't believe he's LOOKING at lil ol me, even if I do look like a twinky slut.

But before I can even say anything to Nate, there’s another MASSIVE arm draped over my shoulder, and ANOTHER massive guy is whispering in my ear, like, “Name’s Lee. Want a drink?” I look over, and he’s just as hot as Nate, with shiny black hair and this perfect sexy smile like a J-pop star. But, like, if a J-pop star was 250 pounds of pure muscle and sex.

I swear all the air went out of the room. Suddenly, Nate and Lee were glaring at each other over me, and all these frat bros were staring.

BTW, when did all the frat bros get so cuuuute? Like, not as sexy as Nate and Lee, but they’re all totally cut this term and I think they’ve got some skincare going? Like I wanna go back sometime lmao.

Lee, like, GROWLED as he glared across me. I felt a li-ter-al rumble from his chest. Nate started totally flexing his big pecs, I thought his shirt was gonna shred in the middle. They didn’t even SAY anything, it was so totally primal. I think I got a whiff of Lee as he tucked me closer to his chest, and I realised he totally doesn’t use deodorant. He smelled totally HAWT.

Anyway, I have two perfect men fighting over me, and I’m not letting either of them go, so I go, “Boys, I promise my holes are big enough to share.” I totes flashed my dimples at them. [doodle of a smiley face]

They kept glaring at each other, but finally Lee was like, “I get his hole.” Maybe he, like, won the contest or whatever? Because Nate looked down at the floor and said, “Fine.” And I mean, fine with me! I love getting stuffed from both ends! What a way to come back from vacay!

We didn’t stay at the party long, just long enough for Lee to get me a drink and Nate to carry me around the dance floor a bit. I checked on Lee while we were dancing, and he was, like, totally making out with one of the frat bros. Like, a guy I knew was straight. I blew him freshman year when his gf was away. I guess Lee’s just like that, lmao.

We ended up upstairs. I think Lee’s in the frat? But we weren’t in his room, which was kinda hot. Lee and Nate sandwiched me between them as soon as we were through the door. I was tooootally surrounded by massive muscle as Nate made out with me and Lee sucked on my neck. I felt, like, high, with Nate’s big cock grinding into my belly through his jeans while Lee felt up my cute ass.

“You guys kissing would be so hot,” I gasped as Nate pulled off my shirt and Lee took off my shorts.

They both hesitated, I could feel it. “Oh c’mon,” I moaned, “you’re both tooootally hot, and you haven’t touched at allllll.”

Suddenly, Lee picked me up and threw me on a random frat bro’s bed. “I guess your mouth IS gonna be busy,” he said, which was SOOO hot, and then he started slicking up my hole.

Pretty soon, both hunks were balls deep in me. They were SOOOOOO big [doodles of massive, soft cocks cover the margins of this page] and I took ALL of them. Lee filled me up SO good, rubbing my prostate like he was fingering me. And Nate tasted, like, perfect. And the whole time, Nate kept pulling back just far enough that I could watch him and Lee kissing over me.

FUCK, they made me look like a little doll between them! I think once they were in me, all the dominance stuff went away, because they were TOTALLY making out. Nate’s, like, SO noisy, and Lee kept on doing that growl thing like he’d done before, which made me moan around Nate’s cock, which made him even noisier.

I came handsfree right before Lee flooded my ass and Nate filled my mouth with cum.

By the time our clothes were back on, Lee and Nate were back to playing their weird dick measuring game, keeping me between them as we went back to the party. I think Nate left pretty soon, but I danced for a bit longer and made out with a few frat bros. They really ARE super cute now, and they all seemed totally into me. Guess they finally got over being raging fucking homophobes lmao.

Anyway, I got home and crashed as soon as I’d cleaned all the cum and sweat off. Now my hand’s all crampy from writing for so long lol. Oooh, I should go tell Ollie all about it!

[Day Three]

I was, like, SO right.

The last few days have been AWESOME!!!! [jagged star doodles all around the word] I swear there are soooo many hunks on campus all of a sudden! One of my profs this term is a tooootal musclestud.

So I’m taking this class on fashion history, and when I looked it up, this Prof. Romano guy was listed for it. He was cute, one of those cute tweed aesthetic guys. You know, a fag who studies fashion. Like, OMG, that picture must be SO OLD.

I show up for class all ready to sit in the back row, but then I see this MAN standing at the podium. Like, total Italian stallion, with the dark waves and the stubbly jaw. He was, like, BURSTING out of his blazer. I could watch his pec bounce through three layers of fabric.

So obv I run down and sit in the front row. I’m not the first fag to have the idea, there’s already like 3 other twinks down there, but I’m totally the cutest. As the rest of the class comes in and sits down, these two GORGEOUS boys walk in and go up to the prof. They’re totally shredded, and dressed in complementary button-ups. And the muscle-god prof pats each of them on the head! Then they go sit down in some chairs behind the podium, and I can see their boners in their cute slacks.

The prof clears his throat, and it’s this DEEP, RESONANT sound. I got a total eargasm just listening to the rumble. “Good morning, class,” he says. And then his next words are TOTALLY burned into my brain:

[written in shaky block letters across a whole page] “You will call me Alpha Mario.”

And then he says, “I am your professor, and I will see you all for extra credit,” while rubbing himself through his pants, like half the class isn’t ready to have his babies. My cock was ROCK FUCKING HARD in my jeans. [doodle of a leaking penis]

He introduces his TAs as Beta Max and Beta Owen. IDK, maybe it’s a kink thing? He’s clearly their dom or something, they were totally devoted to him all class. I’d happily be Alpha Mario’s Beta if he’s hiring, lmao! [hearts are doodled around “Alpha Mario”]

Anyway, that’s just one ep in the PORN SHOW that is my life these days! Ollie’s room has been, like, a revolving door of cock since we got back, and I usually take two or three loads a day out on campus. This group of straight computer science geeks actually begged to fuck me yesterday, so I was dripping all the way home.

They were surprisingly buff for nerds, too! I should point out to Ollie that we gotta hit the gym if we wanna keep up with all the boys on campus this term. Can you imagine? Us at the gym! [The rest of the page is covered in stickers of the laughing emoji]

[Day Four]

Went to the gym today! Not to workout, but I had this new outfit idea and I thought it might get me noticed if I just hung out in the locker room. OH BOY, was I right!

Last few days all my clothes have been feeling super tight, so I’ve been doing a lot of [scribbled in rainbow marker] SHOPPING. It’s too bad, all my old clothes were suuuuper cute, but I’ve started giving some of my old faves to repeat fuckbuddies. One of the guys who used to push me around for being faggy, this guy called Brendan, has been coming over for the last few nights. I never realised how cute he is before!

Anyway, the first night Brendan came over he throatfucked me, but last night he told me he really wanted to feel my fingers in his hole, so I started fingering him! It was soooo hot that my cock ended up totally hard and before I knew it HE was blowing ME while I rubbed his prostate. He’s been texting me all day, begging to service my cock again. Lol, he just sent a voice message all like, “Please, Ronaldo, I’ll do anything to make you cum again!”

My point is I gave him a pair of my old booty shorts. They fit him perfectly, even though he NEVER had an ass as nice as mine before. He’s been wearing them all day today, just like I told him. It’s so hot, knowing he’s showing off like a fag even though he used to be a straight homophobe.

Fuck, I was writing about MY clothes! I’ve been so distracted by hot beta boys the last few days. I thought it was kinda time to change up my style, plus I looked super hot trying on some more dude-type clothes, so here’s the pic of me I took while I was hanging out at the gym.

I had guys HANGING OFF OF ME after a few minutes. It was totally hot, they wanted to do anything I said. Before long, I had a bunch of hot guys kissing me all over and all the cocks I could want to suck. Guys kept running out to grab their hot friends to join us, and all these guys were focussed on me.

At one point one of the staff came in, and I could tell it was to tell us to stop. He was a cute guy, really filled out his work polo, you know how gyms always hire swole dudes and curvy gurls to work at the front desk. I just gave him this LOOK from the middle of my pile of dudes, and I could feel his straightness melt away as his cock started leaking in his preppy shorts.

But just as I was about to cum, my cap got ripped off my head and I was dragged out of the pile by Nate, the guy from that frat party. I swear, he got even BIGGER since last time, he held me up by my shoulders like I was a paperweight. He was totally growling at me, too. He said something like, “I hate when they’re half done,” whatever that means, and then he yelled at all the other boys to get back to work.

Once we were along in the locker room, Nate shook me like a doll. “All the ex-het Betas can treat my gym as neutral ground, but it’s MY territory to you and the other half-done Alphas, you got it?” [note: Alpha and Beta are capitalised in the original text, although Ronnie does not seem to have been aware of the Alpha Phenomenon]

I was like “What are you talking about?”

Nate said, “You’ll get it.” Then I started smelling this INCREDIBLE smell. It was like really sharp cedar cologne mixed with fresh sweat. There was something else too, and it made me feel totally out of it.

Next thing I knew, I was on my knees swallowing Nate’s cock again. “Yeah,” he was saying while he fucked my throat, “this’ll speed you up. You’ll probably never submit again after this, so I’m gonna enjoy it.”

I just stayed there, taking him all the way into my throat. I feel like a week ago it would’ve been totally hot, but today it felt different. Nate using me made me MAD [underlined several times]. I felt like I should do something about it, like punch him or steal one of his boys, but the smell coming off of him kept me docile.

Nate came really quietly, which made me madder. My throat is an incredible tool, okay? Any guy should be screaming when I blow him, especially a noisy top like Nate. Then he patted me on the head like I was a little boy and said, “Head home. Drop a load in that guy who lives across from you, he should be progressing well too.” Then he just. Walked away.

I was gonna stay here all night just to spite the asshole, but I’m super horny again and I don’t wanna go back out. Maybe I’ll go see if Ollie’s got any visitors tonight or if he wants me to fill his holes for him.

[Day Five]

[From this point, entries are written in a noticeably heavier hand. Lowercase Es and Os become jagged.] Fuck, last night was fucking awesome. I knocked on Ollie’s door, and he answered in nothing but a thong, showing his bottom growth right through the fabric. His legs have been getting so hairy and thick, he looked super slutty. Plus his room smelled like sex and cum. I’ve been sleeping out, but seems like Ollie’s been taking house calls.

“Ronaldo?” he said, blinking up at me in surprise. I think we used to be a matching pair of little twinks, but guess I’ve had a growth spurt.

I shoved through the door. What was he gonna do, stop me? I was like, “Where’s your lube?” It came out of my mouth so deep, in a crazy manly register. “I wanna finger you.”

Ollie fuckin’ moaned when I said that, and stumbled over to his night table to grab it. He keeps his lube right out in the open, proud of how much cock he takes. I was already dropping my jeans, my cock was getting super hard and I hate feeling it strain. It deserves to be seen anyway.

Once I grabbed Ollie’s lube, he stood against the wall and presented his ass for me. Fuck, just remembering the look of all that hair on his fat ass is making me leak again. Okay I jerked a bit, should be able to write. [there is a stain on the page here]

Ollie’s hole was still loose from his last dick appointment, so I pushed three fingers in nice and easy. Ollie was moaning, all, “When did your fingers get so thick,” and “What’s happening to us, Ronaldo?” so I roughed up his G-spot a bit until he wasn’t being so articulate anymore.

“What’s happening to us is we’re gonna rule this school,” I hissed at him. I’d realised that it wasn’t gonna be enough to finger him and make him blow me. I needed to shoot inside his ass right fucking now. “Fags are in fucking charge here now.”

Fuck, wait, I need to text Brendan and get him over here. I need him milking my cock so I can focus on writing.

[There are several crude doodles of dicks, asses, and cum splatters in various marker colours before the entry continues on the facing page]

So anyway I slammed Ollie against the wall and shoved my cock into him. My cock’s so much fucking bigger now, too. Like it’s really filling up Brendan’s mouth while he sucks on me. I had enough cock to really saw at Ollie's asshole, and I felt him cum handsfree onto the wall.

“That’s it,” I growled in his ear as I had to hold him up. “This is what you’ve wanted ever since we became neighbours, right? Ollie wanted to get Ronnie’s big alpha dick in his hole.” It felt good to call myself a

[in massive letters on its own line] ALPHA

Ollie didn’t really say words at that point, just lots of “Yes” and “More.” I could hear his voice getting deeper with every thrust, too.

By the time I was getting close, Ollie’s room reeked like ME. It wasn’t a bad smell, but I knew any boy who came in here would be able to tell that all this musk and spice wasn’t just Ollie. It would take weeks for this to be really Ollie’s territory again now that I had marked it. “Fuck, show me that man pussy,” I ordered him, and threw him down in his bed.

Switching holes felt like the most natural thing in the world. I’m fucking built for topping, I can’t believe I thought I hated it. I fucked Ollie through a couple more orgasms and then let myself fill up his man pussy with what felt like 3 loads.

I fell asleep still inside him.

FUCK. I just came in Brendan’s mouth, and it felt totally different. Like, I marked Ollie’s room, but I didn’t mark HIM. His holes are open for anyone to fill. He can own other boys for all I care. But Brendan? Brendan’s fucking MINE. He’s mine he’s mine he’s mine. MY Brendan. [scribbled hastily] I need his hole NOW.

[written later]

I took a pic of Ollie before I started fingering him. I bet he looks totally different now, like me. Gotta go, MY Brendan’s gonna show me how to do a gym session.

To Be Continued...

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[maaarshieee]

OKAY SO I SLEPT ON THIS IDEA AND I LOVE IT EVEN MORE SO IM GONNA THROW IT AT U AND U CAN DECIDE AS WELL

so mr dottore wears gloves obviously. just like literally most of the genshin characters. but what if this;

the reader has been w him for a while, but he’s very adamant on not showing his hands to u. so u decide to ask him about it and basically he trues to brush it off, only to tell u about an accident he had during the akademiya that left his hands scarred and just not good looking.

how the reader takes that info is up to u 🤭 i just love the idea of little things w dottore that make him vulnerable to his partner, whether he believes it does or not

- dottore stan (srry if this was long i typed quite a bit 😭)

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a/n - DOTTORE ANON I LITERALLY HAD THE SAME IDEA IN MY DRAFTS BUT YOURS MAKES MUCH MORE SENSE THAN HIS MASK,,, cuz scars on his face are not canon but hands??? yes yes yesyesy ily/p, ALSO I DONT MIND IF YOU SEND A LONG MESSAGE! I LOVE READING DETAILED REQUESTS <3 titled "scars", have a good day/night! (i aspire to be the home of soft dottores)

↬ cw: established long-term relationship with reader, mentions of experiments, canon typical violence, usage of 'zandik' for dottore's real name, non canon scars i just had a brainrot at the scars part

You never knew the reason why Dottore had started wearing gloves back then.

While you were away in a different region for a thesis project, as well as a couple errands to complete for Zandik, when you were both back at Sumeru Akademiya, an accident occurred relating to his experiments and his hands.

You never really understood why he hid them from you, but other segments he's made also refused to remove their gloves unless they were created before the accident. Even in bed, on occasions he'd lay with you, he'd have them on. You've never complained though since you liked the feeling of his gloved hands on your skin.

But still, can he fault you for your ever-growing curiosity over your lover? It has been years and he's yet to reveal what was underneath those smooth cloth that hid the scars, you assumed, within.

"Is it really that bad?" You asked one day, exasperated as you watched him write on his whiteboard, completely focused, but also listening to your words. He'd never dare to miss anything you'd say to him. Dottore only threw you a glance, before proceeding to write equations you could barely comprehend. "What are you addressing?"

You gesture at his hands, to which he paused with a small frown tugging on his lips. "I mean, it's been so long since I've seen your hands, Dottore." You stated, curiously eyeing his gloves and taking a step closer to him. "I never knew what happened to them as well, but you don't really have to tell me, I just..." You faltered when he capped the marker he held and hid his hands behind his back, letting out an unamused scoff.

"Is this really necessary?" How stubborn you are, you've never learnt to give up on things that piqued your never-ending interest in the unknown. He marvels at that unchangeable trait of yours, but unfortunately, the only secret he's ever held from you was included.

"No," You admitted, but you were unbothered by his dismissive nature, having grown used to it when the topic relates to his hands. "I am merely curious and quite concerned as to why my lover is ashamed of revealing his hands to me." Each word you've greatly emphasized stabbed through him with annoyance, especially when you've assumed he's ashamed of such trivial matters.

Him? Ashamed? He's done so many things to others that you were aware of and yet you say he's ashamed of his hands all because of his scars? And not because it is the hands of a sinner? Honestly, you're one thing that Dottore fails to decipher.

A scowl formed on his lips, revealing his sharp teeth as he clenched his hands into fists behind his back. "Dear, I must ask you to kindly put an end to spouting nonsense." He hissed through his teeth, glaring threateningly at you. But you knew that glare and the hard tone in his voice weren't genuine. Whenever he expressed anger towards you, they always meant something else. Defensive, if you will.

At this point, the other segments had to pause from whatever they were doing, listening to the words they exchange and observing what would happen. "I see them often tremble when you need to remove them when I'm around, you know?" You stated, his lips now a thin line, which made you regret ever mentioning that to him. "I- well, granted I've never seen them whenever you do, but I notice things, okay?"

You raised your arms and sighed in defeat, taking a step back from Dottore. Well, it has been years. Curiosity will forever haunt you like an irremovable itch but you'll refrain from ever mentioning it if it always riles him up like this. It was time for you to give up. What you didn't catch sight of was the way Dottore tensed when he heard you sigh, a frown evident on your features.

"My apologies, love. See to it in the future that I'll cease ever mentioning your gloves, or your hands, I wish to not further upset you."

It seemed to subdue the growing frustration he's had with the topic for many years now, satisfied with your words. "Very well, then." He didn't say it, but you understood that he wanted to say his thanks to you, a small smile on your lips. And with that, you took your leave for your other duties as part of the Fatui and Dottore went back to continuing on with his projects. You thought that would be the end of it since he's oddly secretive about it.

Until one day, he decided to open up to you out of the blue.

It wasn't often that Dottore— not a segment, would join you in your shared private chambers and shed himself from his thick layers of clothing, leaving himself in his dress shirt, pants, and gloves. It was... certainly odd for Dottore to be this affectionate, especially when he allowed you to wrap yourself with his coat, which he always used in Zapolyarny Palace or his laboratory and would snatch it from you when he spots you wearing it.

Dottore almost turned his heels and left you by yourself once again when you kept staring at him with wide eyes, lips parted in shock whilst you buried yourself deeper into his coat. "Quit staring." He seethes with a scowl and you broke into the biggest grin he's seen for a while, finally seating himself next to you. "Come," Without hesitation, you immediately flung yourself toward him and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close as you place yourself in between his legs.

"Now now," You started, a pleased sigh escaping your lips when you felt his arms wrap around you as well, fingers tracing the structure of the bones on your back, trailing up your spine and to your nape, "This is quite the surprise, it's only been..." You hummed in thought, cheek pressed against his chest, "A few weeks since you've given me so much love and affection."

Dottore could hear the tease in the tone of your voice, and yet, perhaps just for tonight, when he chose to be a tad more vulnerable towards you? "Would you prefer if I was more affectionate, then?" And you stumbled in your words, giving him an incredulous look, hands now cupping his exposed cheeks. "Oh my, d-did you hit your head? Did something happen!?"

He had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at your exaggerated reaction and pushed your hands away, instead leading your hand to the end of his gloves, encouraging you to take them off. Now you were completely at a loss for words, sitting up and eyeing his masked face, scanning for any reactions that could give away anything to what he feels at the moment.

But you caught no signs of any usual emotions you see he wears on his face on a daily basis. Irritation, uninterest, anger, or any of the sorts. And you've always been graced by his sincerity only for you, but somehow, this felt a little different.

"If you're not opposed to it..." Your eyes went back to his gloves, a little nervous, "Then, shall I?" This time, he couldn't help it. "Just get on with it." He sighed and rolled his eyes, which earned a snort from you, finally feeling more at ease at this much more familiar behavior, and slowly pulled off his gloves.

You observed the scars on his hands— from the tips of his fingers down to his wrist, they faded to a deep shade of turquoise, and scars scattered all across his hands and arms, similar to what they call; "Lichtenberg scars?" You quired, fingertips tracing the patterns splayed on his skin, fascinated. "Just what happened in your old lab that caused such marks? And the coloring— what the hell?"

Dottore would never admit this to you, but he felt his heart still the more you spoke, anticipating unpleasantry from your lips though Dottore found it odd that he never felt this way until you've finally seen them (no, he has, he was merely in denial).

But of course, since when have you spoken badly of him? With the same adoring smile, you always wore, your eyes sparkled in wonder open further observation. "These patterns are rather lovely, in my opinion. Compliments the dark colors of... well, wherever these hues of blue came from." He had unknowingly let out a breath of relief, lacing his fingers with yours, a small scowl once again etched on his lips.

"Don't speak of them as if they were for design." He warned, though, despite his hard tone, his touch was completely different. Soft, warm, and contained gentleness you've never thought he'd have in him. "Have you forgotten I acquired them through an accident?"

"Then, do they still hurt?" You simply asked, eyes gazing upon his masked face, head slightly tilted to the side. Dottore was about to deny it but instead shook his head. "Occasionally, yes. Though you needn't worry since I can barely feel them."

He paused when you leaned down, lips attached to the scars littered on his hands. Baffled, he almost pulled his hands away from you but refrained to do so. Not when your lips feel so divine on his aching skin. "I... what are you...?" It wasn't often he'd falter.

"No one's ever kissed them," You answered, eyes filled with mirth once you saw you'd taken him off guard, small giggles bubbling from your chest. "I'll take any opportunity I get but I can stop if you do not like it—"

"Continue," Dottore said quickly, startling you but you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head at his antics, and peppered his skin with kisses, while his other hand caressed your cheek lovingly, a slight upward curve at the corners of his lips.

"Does this mean I'm allowed to see more of your uncovered hands, darling?" You pushed your luck, and it seems he's rather giving tonight, making your heart race.

"Perhaps, if you hadn't annoyed me before you asked."

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[42wv]

Blaidd Cosplay project I worked on during May 2022

Elden Ring was the hype, I wanted to be a good turtle. I originally wanted to get this cosplay ready by Otakuthon 2022, but I never did finish it. I do want to finish this cosplay one day!

Now let ramble about my progress on it! :readmore:

When it comes to video game cosplay, I take the easier route and rip models from the game, then modify them for cosplay. I 3D modelled a few Kamen Rider suits before and all that was a pain in general. For my sanity's sake, I plan to model as little as possible for future cosplays.

Lucky, the in-game model was well made, so I didn't have to make a lot of modifications. I had to separate some pieces, subdivide and give it some volume.

The head was given a lot of holes, so it would be lighter to wear. I had to separate the teeth and the gums because I will paint them individually.

I let my 3D printer work. Meanwhile....

Eyeballs! Molded with moldable plastic pellets. The iris part of the eye hollows inwards for a bit of that 3D look. The whole thing then got covered in 2-part epoxy to fill the cavity and make the eye shiny.

There's usually a few steps involved when it comes to painting. That is priming and then taking your time to paint something with the medium of your choice. Well, I skipped all that and decided to draw on the eye with sharpie and markers. Results were... satisfactory enough.

Time to work on the gummy teethies! I've been saving up for years on an airbrush set and I got really excited to try them for the first time.

FDM 3D prints don't come out perfect usually, so I brushed some XTC-3D (fancier 2-part epoxy) on them, and let it cure first.

With a bit of filler primer and airbrushing magic...

Teeth! Dentists in the Lands Between will make a KILLING if they ever move there.

Pretty happy with the process! I didn't bother to shade the gums because we won't see a lot of that anyway.

Did I ever tell you sewing is my least favorite part of cosplay? My specialty is more on props and armor. This image should've been flipped upside-down!

I tried to sew gloves using a free-to-use pattern I found on the internet (forgot where I got them). First one was too tight, second on was better, but still feel weird to wear. I will get these right one day!!

I bought some FUR! I shopped for a WHOLE hour at the fabric store for the right faux fur, and none of them felt like a match to Blaidd's fur. His fur was darker (than the fur in the picture, left side), with a hint of blue.

I tried to dye the fur a little bit to darken it, but not too much because I didn't want the white part of the fur to turn too dark. I used a dye for synthetic fibers. Right side of the image the the fur after soaking in hot dye solution for a few minutes (still wet)

Results? I there was only a subtle difference between then non-dyed and dyed furs! I either didn't let it bathe in the solution long enough, or I did not put enough dye in the solution.

ANYWAY I decided to just used the furs as is and airbrush the details at the end.

Now for the cloak? I was planning on tying some crochet threads together, then separate the ends with a fur brush, resulting in some fluffy ends the add on to the cape.

However, after re-examining Blaidd's cloak, I'm considering on scrapping this process because I feel like there's better materials to give out the look I want.

After assembling the mouth parts/eyes/nose, adding the lips with black moldable plastic and adding the hinge (to make the mouth movable), it's off to furring the head!

With the help of masking tape and sharpie, I went to pattern the fur. I then cut the appropriate shapes to sew.

I knew I had to cut the fabrics a bit bigger to make things fit and all, so I did that. My mistake? I realized after finishing the snout part, that I've cut the shapes TOO BIG! It did not fit the print!

So that's another thing I have to redo. Sewing is my passion (sarcasm).

This concludes part 1 of my Blaidd cosplay journal. Will there be a part 2? I don't know. It started snowing a few days ago and Winter is generally not a good time for cosplay-making. I'll have to see about this when Spring/Summer comes!

#cosplay #cosplay journal #okay well the readmore didnt work but got expand instead but ill just leave it there anyway

[mooniety]

kirbytober 4: pink/robot

i've never participated (or at least don't recall participating) in a ...tober before, but it's always seemed fun to do at least once

i used this line fountain pen brush i saw on the brush store for firealpaca & it surprisingly worked really well in replicating a marker/bleedy ink esque style

anyways, here's a quick mecha knight decked out in pink for today

#meta knight #mecha knight #kirby #kirbytober #my art

[k00294490]

Thursday 12th October 2023

Today, I continued exploring with charcoal self portraits. I had researched Frank Auerbach and I wanted to recreate some of his techniques. My first atttempt was just rubbing the charcoal really hard into the paper until it tore through to the sheet behind it. I wanted to add something fun so I used red marker to draw lots of eyes.

My second attempt was more daring. I drew myself again and then smudged it all with my hand. I rubbed into the paper to tear it. I ripped some new paper and stuck it on with masking tape. I drew onto that and I think it came out with a very cool but very ominous look. The disruption of the paper can represent the disruption of our thoughts and feelings.

After lunch, I gave painting on a larger scale a try. I've never worked that big before so I was a bit apprehensive but excited. The bigger portrait on the right was my first go. I found myself struggling with proportions and brush technique. I tried two different brushes for painting the hair and I prefferred the bigger and flatter brush. I like the second one I did better. I did it faster and quicker than the first and I think that the smaller scale suited me more. The scale of that one was 35 inches in length, 24 inches in width while the bigger one was 56 inches in length with a width of 35 inches.

This last charcoal drawing was my experiment with a different mirror propped higher up and a different perspective. It was a real challenge and I'm not happy with the way it turned out but I am happy that I did it.

[more-better-words]

Part 4!

Parts 1 and 2, Part 3

Hoshi approached T'Pol's door and entered at her acknowledgement. The commander sat at her desk, an open book in front of her, its pages covered with the elegant curves and crossed lines of Vulcan calligraphy. "Yes, Lieutenant?"

"Two things," Hoshi said. "I came to return the lexicon you lent me - thank you, by the way, it was very helpful." T'Pol inclined her head. "And second, I brought you the other LeGuin book we were talking about."

"Thank you."

Hoshi nodded, setting the books on the desk and casting a hopefully clandestine look around the room. She wasn't sure what she expected to see - T'Pol was hardly the sort of person to leave either herself or her quarters in a state of post-coital disarray. There was a blue tee shirt neatly folded on the bed, a shirt she recognized as having been worn by Commander Tucker the night before in the mess hall during movie night, but… that was circumstantial evidence.

"So what you reading?" she asked.

"Are you familiar with the poet T'Mana?"

Hoshi's brow furrowed as she searched her memory. "She was a major figure in the A'sket school, right?" T'Pol nodded like a teacher awarding a point, and Hoshi felt a thrill of pride at getting a good grade in Vulcan literature.

"I studied her works when I was younger," T'Pol said, her hand brushing absently over the page. "But I never experienced any sense of connection to the words. I suppose I lacked the proper context."

"Sometimes we have to be in the right place for poetry to speak to us," Hoshi said. She snuck a glance at the open book, quickly translating both the words and script.

My ceaseless seeking ended/I will breathe you alone

Oh.

"And you…feel a connection to it now?"

"I do," T'Pol said quietly.

Wholeness rests in your presence/my yearning drinks deep/I am found

OH.

"Well, I'll leave you to your reading," Hoshi said, trying not to stare. "Good night, Commander."

The next morning found her unhappily picking at her breakfast, low in spirits and not sure why. Malcolm entered, looking vaguely miserable. He swallowed hard at the sight of the breakfast offerings, his mouth turning in revulsion. He finally gave up and approached her table with coffee alone. "Do you need to go to Sickbay?" she asked.

"No. I've brought this on myself."

"What happened?"

"I'd forgotten how much that damn Floridian can drink," he muttered. Her jaw dropped.

"You got him drunk? That's got to be cheating!"

"Maybe, but it didn't work."

"It didn't?"

"No," he said morosely. "He confessed to something, but it wasn't exactly within the scope of our wager."

Her curiosity was piqued. "What did he say?"

Malcolm sighed, and took a long drink of his coffee. "He's in love."

The universe clicked into place, like a lens being focused. "He's not the only one," Hoshi said. She told him about T'Pol's evening reading material, and his eyebrows lifted.

"Vulcan love poetry? I didn't know there was such a thing."

"Oh, there is." She took another gloomy bite of her breakfast, and sighed. "Are we...are we bad friends?"

Malcolm drained his coffee cup, went to refill it, and returned, all the while obviously working on the question. "No," he said finally. "No, because this is a good thing. I mean...watching them pine for each other was exhausting."

"It really was."

"And if they've gotten themselves straightened out, then I, for one, am happy for them!"

"Me too!" she exclaimed, then asked, "So what does that mean for our bet?" He scratched thoughtfully at his chin.

"Probably best to leave it, eh?"

"Probably."

He returned to his coffee, sipping this time, and she resumed eating her breakfast, and they were silent for a few moments before she said, "Of course...maybe we were betting on the wrong thing?"

"Go on."

She leaned over the table, lowering her voice. "Double or nothing says they're engaged by the end of the year."

He looked dubious. "Marriage is a big deal, Hoshi."

"I know! But I'm putting down my marker."

"Alright," Malcolm shrugged. "I look forward to spending your money."

#fic #trip x t'pol #star trek enterprise #STILL DOING THIS LOL

[midorisudachi]

"The Herald of Andraste"

So, have I told you how much I love the Dragon Age series, especially Dragon Age Inquisition? I adore it dearly...to me, it is one of the best games ever made (besides Skyrim and Witcher 3). The details & environments are gorgeous; I could run around forever just admiring the different sceneries/climates. Also, the interactions in the DA games are just the best, and I love how you can create relationships. I recently beat DAI for the 2nd time a couple of weeks ago. I'm always sad when I finish a game, especially one I thoroughly enjoyed. Do you feel that way, too?

My OC for DAI was the female human warrior, from House Trevelyan. I named her Bryony. I always try to make the characters look similar to myself, but I've got such odd features that I can never create a character that looks like *ME*. Of course I had to make Bryony go for Cullen. Cullen is so dreamy. He's hot for a video game character. ;-D I did make Bryony go for Dorian until it was discovered Dorian was gay! (So tempting to create a male character to get the relationship with Dorian. :3 ) But I adored the relationship between Bryony & Cullen. The 2nd time I played the game, I actually had all the DLCs, which are amazing additions to the game and overall storyline. I was stoked when Byrony got to marry Cullen. Made my fangirl self feel tickled to death.

The armour Bryony is wearing is a "heavy armor" schematic I crafted using Stormheart. Stormheart makes for pretty armour with the iridescent blue-pink-purple colours. The sword was a "Strong Brutal Claymore" schematic I used, also with Stormheart, equipped with the "Superb Corrupting Rune". I couldn't figure out how to make that effect as I drew it (it looked more like flames than the actual effect), so I actually "cheated" by using a smoke brush in Photoshop Elements to add to the sword. I drew this entire fan art before I equipped Bryony with that badass "Armour of the Dragon Hunter" (obtained from the Jaws of Hakkon DLC) and the Sulevin Blade.

Every other Monday [starting from today], I will be posting this specific kind of DAI fan art until I finish all 10 playable characters, which means it will be a countdown until Dragon Age Day (December 4th)!

Drawn with Sakura Pigma Micron pens, then coloured in with a mix of Copic Markers & Ohuhu Markers. White accents were done with a gel pen. The Inquisiton symbol, stars, dots, & blooms on the trees were done with a gold Golden Paint acrylics, but the scanner killed the gold and it looks "flat" (in real life, the drawing looks awesome with the super metallic gold). Font done in Photoshop Elements.

Fan artwork © Jacqueline E. McNeese

Dragon Age Inquisition/Trevelyan © Bioware & Electronic Arts

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da inquisition #da inquisitor #dragon age inquistor #dragon age inquisitor fanart #dragon age inquistion fan art #bioware #electronic arts #countdown to dragon age day #inquisitor trevelyan #herald of andraste #dragon age embrium #my fanart #traditional art #copic markers #ohuhu markers #dragon age fan art #dragon age fanart

[merchantarthurn]

hello!!! if you dont mind me asking what kind of white pen do you use for adding little highlights in your art? your art inspired me to start inking and coloring my traditional art and ive been having a lot of fun with it for a year or so now but i can never seem to find a good white gel pen to use 😭

you and me both friend 😭 I have a lot of issues with the ones i've tried and im thinking i might switch to just using white dip-pen inks (shirahama has given the brand she uses it's something like icy-white but i'll have to dig that out again).

the best luck i've had has been the following:

General notes of paint/acrylic markers - be extremely careful of smudging and drying times, both of the pen and whatever you have underneath. For any solvent-based mediums (paints, alcohol markers and ESPECIALLY linework inking) acrylic markers can pick up some of the colour or damage the paper and create smudges and tears. This is relatively easy to avoid so long as you wait for stuff to dry and work in small areas. The paint itself will take a while to dry so I usually let it sit for 30mins-1hr before putting it anywhere near my scanner bed. If you need to work on a larger area and the paper you're working on isn't pretty robust you should probably switch to a paintbrush and just use regular acrylic paint (which has a longer drying time).

I've also found that with smaller pen nibs getting a reliable opacity is an absolute crapshoot lol.

Artistro paint market pen - really good when fresh, but god help you if you go without using it for too long after you start using it. it'll gunk up and I don't know how to fix them. They are relatively cheap and come in packs at least. Doesn't seem to have larger sizes though.

Posca paint pens (various sizes) - far more robust than artistro if you store them right but regrettably more pricey. I've also found the finest nibbed white pen to be... deeply underwhelming. It never seems to have adequate pigment no matter how long I shake and prime it. By contrast the artistro gave the same sized line much more consistently, but at the cost of the pen nib itself being pretty unreliable.

Decobrush pigment - I've not got these in white so can't speak for them directly, but the colours I do have are pretty spiffy and it's a BRUSH pen, which gives you so much more control and a range of sizes per pen. There is some difficulty with low opacity on these though (since they're meant to be used with other decobrush markers), so I don't know how a white "corrector" would fair. The colour range is generally pretty gorgeous though, in the long term i'd like to have more of them.

General note on gel pens - I've got a love-hate relationship with gel pens honestly. I find I can get more consistent results out of them because the ink doesn't settle and you don't have to prime the nibs, but that's only if you can find a good brand... and then a good specific pen lol. I've also found an issue when you don't let the medium below dry properly re: smudging, but it also seems like if your work isn't boneeee dry (like overnight or multiple days of alcohol markers drying) the gel can very easily take on the colour of the pigment underneath, especially darker ones. Oddly this doesn't always show up when scanning, but it will look odd in person. Not always a draw back though - it looks great for white detailing in shadow.

Sakura Gelly Roll 08 - Not sure if there's other sizes (or their efficacy) so I thought I'd be specific because if there's one thing about gel pens the specificity MATTERS. I've got a couple of these and they don't disappoint (insofar as my expectations for gel pens go)

Uniball signo broad - this was my favourite until it ran out of ink. I cannot say for the uniball signo (without the broad part) which seemingly just gave up delivering ink and enjoys carving lines on the page and maybe delivering just enough ink that you can see where the ball is on the track it leaves behind. But the broad? I really liked. It honestly probably performs the same as the gelly roll but the pen just feels nicer to use lol, and the fact that it ran out of ink rather than dried out speaks for how much I liked it lol

as a general warning though - basically any gel pen or acrylic pen should be the last thing you do on your piece, because the second it goes down you will not be doing any more colouring in that area (unless you paint with acrylics). You can maybe use lineart pens on top of them once fully dried for at least an hour (ideally more) but it's very likely to smudge.

honestly... if you scan your work, there's no shame in cloning a white area of your work to use as a highlight post-scan. i always feel like im cheating until i remind myself that every digital-artist peer i have gets do to this at their leisure lol. i'd recommend getting a good scan/photo of the work before adding any highlights anyway because it's sooo easy to bugger them up and be unable to fix it (i say this as someone who never remembers and always regrets it lol)

examples:

you can see where the opacity doesn't quite hide what it's covering - an extra layer or digital correction would have been great. pretty sure this was artistro acrylic pen. but the unseen thing is i had to correct around the iris to the point where i said "well fuck i can't do what i want now" and just fixed it digitally.

dot highlights on the left and in/around the eye - definitely gelly roll. gel pens are really good for little pin pricks because you avoid the ball-point smearing things too thin and you can get pretty high opacity from that. also some more digital "help" with a bit of airbrush glow.

Definitely gel pen but i forget which kind, but I wanted to show what I meant by "picking up some pigments" and how can can be a boon, but also how sometimes the scanner just picks it up as white anyway (left is scanned, right is a photo - you can see it's purplish in the shadows)

#asks #Anonymous #sorry this turned into an info dump basically i also Struggle with this step #and i feel like i should just go full digital with it until i find a better solution #other things i'd like to try are gouache and just using acrylic with a fine brush #mostly cos high opacity white ink is just... hard to find and dip pens are Difficult

[lumiidragon]

Do u have any social and tips on drawing?

Not sure what ya mean on 'social' but I do have drawing tips!

-Practice! This is probably the tip you will hear from ANY and EVERY artist, but it really is true. You will not improve if you do not practice. When I say 'practice' what I mean is this: Draw as much as you can when you can. If you only draw for 5-minutes once a month, you're not going to improve like someone who draws daily. How much and often you practice will also be determined by your lifestyle. Work, school, social life, other hobbies ect are important as well, so remember your balance. Also, PLEASE use references. No, using references is not and will never be cheating. Anyone who tells you otherwise is full of it. Also, draw as much variety as you can as well. Always be willing to work out of your comfort zone, but also don't feel as though you have to force yourself to draw things you don't want to all the time. Balance. When practicing, utilize tutorials that you can find literally everywhere and try watching speedpaints/draws. They help me a lot!

-Learn your anatomy! Your art will improve so much quicker when you take time to learn anatomy. For some, learning anatomy in art is fun while for others, it's a bit of a drag. However, it's super important. Once you know your anatomy, you can push things in terms or art style because as the saying goes 'You have to know the rules to break them'. So before you go all cartoony and wobbly with your anatomy for a style, try to know the actual anatomy first. it helps!

-Artist > Tools! No, you don't need an expensive tablet or art program or marker set or brush set ect, ect. The tools do not make the art, the artist does. Yes, tools can make things easier and can be fun to experiment with and eventually everyone finds what they prefer more, but the more expensive your art equipment is doesn't mean that your work will turn out better. If you're a beginner artist, play with cheap mediums first. Crayola crayons and MS Paint can still make art. Only put money into supplies, tools, and programs that you know you will utilize to its worth. If you're brand-new to digital art, for example, don't go looking into a tablet that costs hundreds of dollars. I started digital art with Gimp (a free art program) and my computer mouse. I've used a mouse longer than I've used my tablet so far and even though I've traded in my mouse days for my tablet, I was still able to make some good art with the mouse.

-Get Inspired By Others, But Don't Compare! Every artist, big and small has looked at someone else's work and told themselves "Why can't I draw like that? My work isn't as good as theirs.". This is a good way to put yourself down and to take the fun out of your art along with turning a blind eye to the progress you have actually made. Instead, look at other people's work and inspire yourself. What about their work do you like? Is there any technique that they do that you can try out? Break down how they put their art together and maybe you can learn from it. Of course, never copy a person's artwork or directly steal, but take away inspiration. Do you like how they do facial expressions? Do you like they way they do anatomy? Do you like how their lineart looks? Do you like how they color? What about someone else's art do you love, and take inspiration. Take it from multiple sources and you'll find all sorts of unique ways people make art that you can try out for yourself!

-KEEP YOUR OLD ART! Especially if you're a beginner at art, this is important. It's super easy to look at your art and go 'ew', before deleting it or throwing it in the trash. Don't do that. Your future self will thank you for hanging onto all of your old art so you can go back and see just how much you've truly improved. Also, it's fun to go back and redraw old art!

These are just some tips I have and I do hope they help!

[aurum-rays]

I'm obsessed with stationery. I love buying different kinds of pens, notepads, cute and colorful erasers (although I'll never use them), sticky notes, and cute little notebooks that I do not have the heart to write in and will lay empty-paged on the shelves for years. I love spending time in stationery shops and grocery stores too. It's therapeutic. I read that most people feel this way because of - one, a colorful environment and two, control over decision making. I don't know how much of it is true, but yeah, I can agree that I love the colors and I love that I can splurge on stuff without usually feeling guilty about it because stationery is cheap and it elevates my mood.

There's just something about neatly stacked shelves filled with books, crayons, craft papers, and those rotating display stands with all the DIY materials that make you want to stay in the store as long as you like. There are different sizes of books, some of them too adorable, colorful sparkly tapes, and interestingly designed bookmarks. And oh, the stickers! I could go on and on about all the mouth-watering (for lack of a better word) and tantalizing displays of all the good things my heart desires, all in a single place.

New stationery can inspire the revival of old hobbies. I find it difficult to pick up a pencil and sketch when I spend all my time in front of the computer. Sometimes, a new marker set compels me (in a good way) to doodle and reminds me how much I love to sketch. Occasionally, a new pen I've never used before entices me to buy it for a trial. Those Sakura Micron pens or those brush pens you can fill with water always catch my attention. I always look forward to discovering things I've never used before because, most of the time, they reignite old habits I've abandoned.

I like to take my time walking in the aisles of the stores like I am taking a walk in the Park. It is in fact like taking a walk at the Park. It's soothing, calm, and satisfying. But my slow pace confuses the store employees and they rush to assist me thinking I might need help. I am too awkward to tell them I'm fine so I just tell them I'm looking for “this thing”. Most times I'm not even “looking for” anything. I'm just taking in the scent of pens and erasers and fresh new papers, enjoying my music and feasting my eyes in the aisles. This employee engagement often cuts my time short at the stores. I immediately have the urge to bill the things and leave the place because I “found” what I needed. So, I do. I leave the store and enter another one.

Like a rabbit, I hop from one store to another hypnotized by the colorful carrots and cabbages. And when I get home from all the dopamine I've feasted on, I place all the things I bought on the bed jump on it, and wave my arms and legs like I'm making snow angels. Just kidding. I don't do that. (Anymore) Now I get ready to rearrange and make space on the shelves for my new buddies and eagerly wait for my next trip to the wonderland.

P.S: never would've imagined these pictures I took 7 years ago would be used in my Tumblr blog today. Just shows how obsessed I was with stationery.

#stationery #cute stationery #Stationery aesthetics #markers #Oil pastels #paint brushes #sticky notes #notepad #stickers #minions #crayon #color pencils #acrylic paints #art #highlighters #crafts #diy craft #craft paper #stationery shop #I love stationery #Buy me stationery

[duckduckington]

Koro-Sensei in a Sailor Moon fit.

I felt as though this was relatively in-character for him, right? He dresses up a bunch in the actual show. I think, I never finished it. (I also never watched Sailor Moon) (also scroll down for more doodles!)

Anyway, this is for an anime themed art raffle. Koro-Sensei is not very hard to draw at all, he's silly, and he's one of my faves, so y'know.

I used a brush with ink alongside some Tombow markers to fill out the background. I was first thinking of using a Dip pen, alongside some water colors, but this is absolutely NOT good paper for that, and the only good paper I have for that really didn't like my ink/pen.

I also used this light pad I have lying around for whenever I do traditional pieces, it's very handy dandy. Don't get to use it a whole lot though, this is my first actual piece in a while. I've been animating a lot!!

sketch...

inking!!

I've got several drafts for this because I am like that.

The right one is what I was gonna go with originally, but the skulls didn't vibe with me anymore all of a sudden... I thought they'd fit cause the theme of death or whatever, but meh. The others just look bland.

Here I just started dressing him up, cause I thought it'd be funny. The one on the left is the last thing I drew before the final sketch.

original drafts...

and some doodles of me trying to get comfy drawing him!! so much koro, so many skirts.

and that's it for now!! lengthy post, LOTS OF KORO, this all took me a whole day.

#my own art #fanart #koro sensei #assassination classroom #anime #anime and manga #anime fanart #sorry for the feet pics of him on the drafts pic #i didn't mean it i was just trying to figure out how to draw his tentacles

[hawkinsunderground]

HI I know you've probably gotten this question before but I couldn't find if you had answered it or not- your art is SUPER PRETTY! I was just curious what brushes you use? Because it looks really good!!!

Hi!! I just made this blog very recently, so you're actually my first ask! So not surprised you weren't able to find anything haha. Thank you so much for the compliment <3 i sw it makes me so happy that people actually like my art, like what?!?!?! For all of the art on this account, I exclusively used the 'wet marker' brush from a brush pack by bluessatan. I think i paid like $7.99 for it on gumroad and i swear i never looked back--all the brushes on it are rlly nice and it's the only brush pack that I've ever spent money on. No regrets!!

#thanks for the ask <3 #the brush pack is specifically called 'Bluesssatan brush set for Procreate app' for clarity cause i think they have quite a few u can buy #art stuff

[read-weep-repeat]

Letter mc! Namjoon gets his first letter reaction

Namjoon pov? But also mc pov of writing and/sending it????

-🧁

"He gonna love this." You whispered.

You threw the marker cap down onto the pink rug below you, the one you were kneeling on. You had on a shirt two sizes too big, a unicorn displayed proudly on the front. fuzzy pink socks covered your feet while you rubbed them together to soothe your buzzing nerves.

But what if he didn't like it? What if he threw it out? Sure, the stickers were pretty, the glitter sparkly, and the contents sweet, but what if that wasn't enough?

"He not gonna love it." You cried, fat tears welling in your eyes. You wrapped your hands around your legs, burying your head in between your knees. Your shoulders shook as you whimpered.

Suddenly, through your bleary sight, you saw a glimpse of pink beneath the table. You pulled your head out from between your knees and bent down to the floor.

An envelope! Small and pink, it stuck out from the pile of crafting supplies strewn haphazardly across the floor.

You pulled it from the pile and set it atop the coffee table proudly.

"He gonna love. Gotta love. Daddy."

You caught yourself as you stuffed the letter full of your sweet words.

"He not daddy. Don't have daddy."

You shook your head, trying to focus your thoughts as you licked the envelope.

"Don't need daddy." You grumbled, stumbling up to your front door.

You wobbled as you put on your slippers. The apartment complex had four floors, the mail drop off box being on the first.

"Ok," You whispered, "I can do this."

"I'm a big girl."

----------------------

"Do you want to go through fan mail?" Hoseok asked, sipping a coffee as he slumped into the couch in Namjoon's office.

He looked up from his notebook. The lyrics weren't flowing like they needed to. Only a chorus had flowed from him in the 3 hours he'd been holed up. A break didn't sound so bad.

"As long as we go by the cafeteria."

Hobi gave him a slow nod and pulled himself up.

"Let's get going."

-----

Hobi scoffed, tossing another letter in an pile of torn envelopes and thick pages.

"Some chicks are actually insane, man."

Namjoon hummed, fiddling with the half empty cup. he moved the latest letter to the side, his pile a neat stack compared to Hobi's maimed pile.

He grabbed the next without a glance, and brought it forward.

A pink letter.

"Interesting." He mumbled, twirling the letter forward to see the bubbly handwriting.

"What'd you say?" Hobi asked, only sparing a glance to his left.

"Oh, Nothing." Namjoon sputtered. He carefully opened the letter, trying his best not to rip into the handwriting.

He pulled the contents from the envelope, spraying pink glitter onto his sweatpants.

"Fuck." He whispered, brushing it away. Most of it fell to the floor, but pink sparkles still winked at him from his lap. He flipped the pages open. A scribble caught his eye.

Dear Mr. Joon!

the exclamation point was written in blue glitter pen.

Cute. He thought. Creative. I haven't heard Mr. Joon before.

He kept reading.

Your music really helps me be small. I make things too! Big me is a writer, and my company isnt always super nice about my ideas. But I really like listening to your music, hopefully your company is nice. I hope. Dont want you to be sad like I am sometimes. But its not like sad sad, being small makes it better. I get to watch cartoons and use a sippy and take a lot of naps. I even got special clothes!! Im wearin my unicorn shirt right now! I really like it.

Do you have things that make you feel better? I hope so. you deserve to feel nice! you seem like a real nice daddy man mr. joon. have a good day!

(y/n) (l/n)

He read it over. He read it over again.

I've never gotten a letter from a little. He mused, leaning froward in his seat. He put his chin in one of his hands and let his eyes wander to the sides of the page. Little stickers littered the edges. There were stars, pink flowers along the sides, with a small pink gemstone sticker in all four corners.

She's so sweet. He read it again. Daddy?

Does she not have a caregiver? He thought, eyes widening.

How sad. She seems like she'd be really nice and behaved. Not that brats are bad, I'd still take care of a little that was a brat. Only one as sweet as this though. He nodded to himself. Only one as sweet as this.

"You ready to go? I think I've had all I can take." Hobi groaned, leaning back in his chair as he yawned.

Namjoon's head shot up. "Uh.. Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Yeah, let's go."

As they made their way out, that pink letter crept into his pocket.

#letter mc #drabble #🧁 anon

[miumiins]

do you use csp? w,,, what brushes do you use,,

i do! the brushes i use probably change every once in a while but here are some i've used recently:

[sketch]

▷i've been using the charcoal brush that comes with csp but if u don't have it, u can download it from the link below. i don't remember exactly what i changed but i think i raised the texture density so that it comes out darker than the default (also doodling w charcoal brush is fun haha)

[line]

▷i switch between these two for lining but mostly use the latter as of late esp for my comics. i like using the first one too but only on my ipad, i personally found it felt a little awkward to use w my tablet haha

▷these are line brushes i used to use when i drew with my tablet. i stopped using them bc it didn't work out well w ipad for me bc the tips/ends of the lines would always be these big circles n i could never figure out how to like. make it not do that on ipad lol

(the one labeled ラフ用ペン)

[shading]

▷i usually switch between gpen (default) and this marker brush for shading. i really have no rhyme or reason for when i use what, it's really just by what i feel at that particular moment skdhfhfj (i've also used the marker brush for sketching and doodles before too)

#anon #ask box #my brushes #i just use bucket tool + gpen for flats #i can't live without csp's bucket tool anymore idk how i managed before

[md3artjournal]

Been trying to get back into watercolors.

Even though I don't really have watercolor paper. LOL Actually, I think I have a pad of watercolor paper, but I'm not sure where to dig around in my room for it. Or maybe it's in storage; not sure. But either way, I've always been too anxious to be anything less than stingy with art materials. It was a real problem in painting class, when everyone kept telling me that I don't mix enough of the paint colors that I need. But I just couldn't stand the idea of throwing it out at the end of class. And even though I've switched to alcohol markers, I'm still too nervous to use expensive paper like watercolor paper. When I'm too afraid to mess up with expensive supplies, I end up drawing nothing, for months and years. Though, it is strange that I have no problem using Copic markers and other artist markers, though on cheaper paper. Maybe it's because I almost always get my markers on sale at anime/comic book conventions. Never pay $8 for one Copic marker, when convention booths will usually have them for $5 each.

Been making some notes during these past few days, while experimenting with getting back into watercolor painting:

5/12/2023. Tried to make intentionally messy, to differentiate from marker coloring. I wanted this to be obviously watercolors, to make switching from my usual markers medium, worthwhile.

5/12/2023. Still practicing watercolors, so tried doing my final linework as only pencil. Sometimes I wonder if the softness of pencil fits better with watercolors. I still want to differentiate my watercolors from my marker/ink drawings. So I tried some wet-on-wet techniques and allowed a lot of messy imperfections.

5/14/2023. I know I should have stuck to my usual Copic markers, since I was short on time. But it’s been a long time since I’ve done referential drawing, and I wanted the pencil’s ability to erase mistakes. Also, I’ve recently been experimenting with trying watercolors again. Back before markers, I primarily used watercolors. (Then again, back then I also had sketchbook paper thick enough to handle watercolors, and that’s not really the case anymore.) I may be comfortable with alcohol markers and ink pens now, but I keep wondering if something good might come of me returning to watercolor painting. Maybe it would look nice to color more organically, and allow some loose messiness, the way watercolors are often afforded. Maybe that type of style could really work for me. So I’m trying watercolors again. Today reminded me how much I love drybrush, when I use brush pens—even though I haven’t gotten the hang of setting up that technique with a paintbrush yet. So I might practice more drybrush with watercolor paintbrushes.

5/18/2023. My last watercolor drawing reminded me that I could use drybrush with watercolors, to mimic the feeling of using brushpens, which I love. So I did a lot of hatchlines, like I would do with my usual pen/ink drawings. I actually wanted to do more sharp detail, but needing lighter colors for those details necessitated more water, which made the brush tip less tapered, so those smaller details I wanted, ended up broader and messier. But didn't I recently get back into watercolors, wanting to differentiate them from my pen/ink drawings? And I determined that allowing watercolors to be messy and looser (since people usually afford/expect that from watercolors) would be how I would differentiate my watercolors from my marker drawings? Then again, I had been wanting for a long time to find a way to break out of my hyperfocus on one medium at a time. If I could switch to dip pen in the middle of a watercolor painting, maybe that will bring me closer to mixing color pencils on top of marker drawings, or mixing pastels on top of marker ink, and just mixing more mediums. I want to be able to use the mediums to achieve the effects I need in each case, but I keep unconsciously locking myself in to only one medium at a time. But if dip pens make my watercolors too precise and erases that lovely, organic, messy looseness, then what's the point of me going back to watercolors from alcohol markers? Hmmm….We'll see what happens.

#watercolors #drawing practice #art mediums #processing thoughts #confused with myself #progression

[gaywriterlincs]

Episode 3: Thomas’s First Day (Thomas’s Perspective)

I opened my eyes that morning and anxiously rolled out of bed. My bedroom was still littered with boxes that had big black marker pens scrawled on them, which read: DVDs, old toys, and clothes. We had only just moved into the house; leaving everything that we knew behind. For the last two weeks, I've wanted nothing more than to move back home; it's where my friends were, the rest of my family and I knew where I was going if I wanted to go out. My bare feet touched the warm shaggy carpet and I pulled on a t-shirt that had been slung across the end of my bed. It was best that I had something other than just my boxer shorts on. 

"Tom! You need to get up, you don't want to miss your first day," my mother sang from downstairs. 

I stood and manoeuvred my way across the dangerously littered floor and headed to the bathroom. I followed my usual routine of peeing, using the shower, brushing my teeth and then combing my hair perfectly before spraying aftershave like it was bug spray. It seemed easier this morning, somehow. I looked in the mirror. I had allowed my hair to get longer than I would usually like it. It was long enough for a quiff but also long enough for it to hang there if I didn't want to do anything to it.

"Thomas hurry up," my mother's voice bellowed again as my hand reached the door handle.

I didn't bother to respond as I presumed she would have heard the creaking of the door as I exited, heading back to my room. My bedroom, although, not very tidy had been decorated before I was allowed to use it. There were football posters hung on the freshly grey-painted walls, and these were who I aspired to be. My favourite player at the moment was Harry Cane. He had led England to the final of the World Cup but he seemed to be especially humble too. I moved around the room before opening my wardrobe and pulled out the freshly ironed uniform; a white shirt, an off-coloured grey blazer with the school's logo on it, and a striped black and white tie with black trousers. This was much more formal than I had been used to. I quickly removed the towel, which I had wrapped around me after the shower, and began to get dressed. I decided that I at least wanted some good luck on my first day. I pulled on my favourite Pikachu pair of socks, hoping they'd bring me luck, and headed down the stairs.

Breakfast was quiet today. Usually, mom would be making a racket with pots, and pans and lining my stomach with all sorts of foods. However, that wasn't happening today. I picked at a piece of buttered white toast until only half was left, and then excused myself from the table before slipping my new shiny black school shoes on in the hallway. It was then that I felt a presence behind me, my mother began to rush me.

"We haven't got time this morning for slowness, Tom."

She had my backpack in hand and attempted to budge me by lifting my arm. I looked at her with raised eyebrows, and a small smile crept onto her face. She handed the backpack to me, unlocked the front door and ushered me out. She quickly hopped into the grey Vauxhall Corsa and set the satnav up. I clambered in, internally worrying about my first day at Tantin All Boys' school, dropping my backpack into the footwell.

I knew nothing about this school, even Google had very little information except for the basics and that OFSTED had rated it as GOOD on several occasions. I had never had to worry about school before as I had remained in the same friendship group since primary school. I'd also never been to an all-boys school before so I had no idea what kind of testosterone-filled idiots roamed its corridors. I overthought every issue that I could imagine until the car stopped outside the towering green rusting gates. An old-worn large sign was attached directly out front which identified we had arrived at the right place. 

"Have a good first day but quickly as I've got places to be," my mother expressed as much love as ever, with her eyes rolling the longer I sat in the car. 

"I'll be fine."

I grabbed my backpack from the footwell of the car and opened the door, anxiety burrowing out of me. I swung my legs and exited, the cold winter air smacking me in the face. Taking a deep breath, I closed the car door and without hesitancy, my mother drove away instantaneously. I was now on my own. I held my head down, attempting to draw no attention to myself. I counted the cracks in the pavement as I walked towards the entrance of the school. People were pushing and shoving their way into the school; loud conversations entered my eardrums. I lifted my head to look for signs that pointed me in the direction of the reception. Nothing. There was no sign pointing towards the reception and I wandered around the large entrance hall before heading down one of the corridors, taking my first left, opening a set of double doors and closing them behind me. Minutes passed as a loud bell rang, echoing across the school before halting to a dead silence. I was lost.

"Aren't you supposed to be in a lesson?" A loud husked voice asked with dominance.

I turned around, almost fearfully and faced the person that the voice belonged to. He was a lot taller than I was, a wild grey beard absorbed his face and dark piercing brown eyes stared into my soul as his glasses were perched on the tip of his long crooked nose. He moved forwards a few steps and tilted his head, anticipating my response.

"Erm..." I coughed. "I'm new here and I don't know where I'm going," I rushed breathlessly.

"Follow me."

He pivoted, limping his way through the set of doors I had pushed open moments earlier and I followed sheepishly. Seconds later we arrived at an aging wooden desk where a pile of paperwork sat, unworked, and a steaming cup of coffee sat next to an old Dell computer.

"You must be Master Thomas Dixon, correct?" He growled.

I nodded as he picked up some of the unworked paperwork and shoved them towards me. I grabbed them from his hand and his long bony finger tapped the top piece of paper sitting in my hand.

"Timetable. Follow it. First floor, second right now off you go."

I didn't dare stay any longer as he gave me the creepiest feeling. I almost ran, following the man's directions before stopping outside of a classroom that had a fold plaque attached to the door which read: Science - Henry Cox. I opened the door which squeaked, and everyone stared in my direction. I introduced myself and was pointed towards my seat by a very small man dressed in a white lab coat and goggles whom I presumed to be the owner of this classroom.

That was exactly how the rest of my day went. Awkward interactions with other boys as I tried to find my way across the school. Science, double mathematics, and lunch. That was my favourite part of the day. This was followed by English literature and then English Language. It wasn't until my final class of the day that the teacher had sought me out before the class began, to introduce himself and ensure I wasn't late. He was an older gentleman in a tweed blazer, blood-red tie and khaki trousers. 

"I'm Mr Keet," He announced happily before escorting me to the lesson.

I sheepishly followed him as he opened the door to the full classroom except for one table. The boy sitting at that table looked extremely shy; his shirt curling black hair hid half of his face, although, I could make out his pointy chin and his ears poked out of his curling hair.

"Good afternoon 11E. We have a new student joining us today, please be kind," Mr Keet ushered me forward and pointed at the almost empty table: "Please be seated over there."

I walked over, feeling my hair move with every step that I took. My heart beat faster as I neared the table, looking around the room as people chattered and stared at me as though I was an attraction at the zoo. The table next to the one that I was going to be sitting at had a group of five boys sitting at it and they waved, shouting at me to sit with them. I ignored them and headed to the allocated seat I was given. I pulled out the chair and slumped it to the plastic chair. I turned, looked at the guy next to me and then listened intently to Mr Keet who had started the lesson.

"Hello."

 He didn't respond but turned his head to look at me for what seemed like an eternity, his eyes glazed over at this point. I asked if he was okay as I was now concerned for his well-being.

"Hi," He responded quietly before coughing to clear his throat.

I smiled but why? It was the first time that I had smiled all day but I had no reason to. His face turned redder by the minute so I thought that I'd best not say much more.

"Do you have a name?" I asked as I unzipped my backpack, pulling out the pens and notebooks that I'd need. I began to write.

"Leo."

His face returned to a pasty white.

"I'm Thomas, nice to meet you."

The conversation between the two of us was kept to a minimum over the next hour. However, on occasion, I did notice him staring at me from the corner of my eye. I didn't say anything and continued to take notes and listen to the contributions of the other students. The bell rang. I had never seen someone pack everything up so quickly as he had done then. Leo ran out of the classroom, and out of sight. I must have looked extremely confused and the four boys who'd sat at the opposite table came over.

"I'm Lewis, this is Connor, James and Josh," He said pointing at each boy in turn.

"I'm Thom..."

"Next time don't worry about sitting with him, you can sit with us," Lewis interrupted. 

I grabbed my belongings and gave no response to what he had just said. I had no reason not to sit with him and the attitude of this testosterone-riddled-idiot was nauseating.

"You know he's gay, right?" One of the others asked. I'd already forgotten their names.

"A faggot," Lewis coughed and then howled at his homophobic comment.

I shrugged. My problem - how do I leave the classroom without looking like I'd befriended the most homophobic group of people I'd met in the school, so far? I puffed out my chest and mentally accepted that we'd all be walking in the same direction and if I was being honest to myself, I needed the helping hand navigating my way to the exit. I walked alongside them, making noises and nodding at the right places in their conversation. We made our way to the exit; snow had piled high outside and I had lost track of how long it had been snowing for. Considering there were large windows in the last classroom, I must have been distracted. Our feet crunched on the snow as we stepped outside and I pretended to laugh at something Lewis had said. It was then that I spotted Leo at the green metallic gates with another guy that I hadn't yet met. They turned around at that exact moment and watched as hundreds of us left the building and made our way towards them.

I was hoping to lose Lewis and the others but as soon as I escaped the gates and turned right, they were in tow asking where I lived and whether I had a girlfriend, and whether I'd sit with them tomorrow. Stupid questions. I ignored most of their questions and continued to fixate on what they'd said about Leo being gay before picking up a handful of snow, balling it up and throwing it at one of the boys. Within seconds, Lewis had turned it into a full-on snowball fight. I was frozen by the time I managed to escape their snowballs. I launched my Maps app to assist me in getting home. All the while, I couldn't stop thinking about Leo who had been the nicest guy I had met all day.

#gay romance #boy meets boy #gay #heartstopper #lesbian #trans #lgtbq fiction #fiction #writing #lgbtq