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plleeeepppyyyy · 1 year

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Hi hi hi!!! If you're still doing requests, could you perhaps do Wally Darling and a reader that's always sleepy?

ofc ofc!!! very cute request! (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

(also mind u,, this was not the first request i gotten,, i jus got this one finished quicker (ﾒ﹏ﾒ) )

wally + sleepy reader!!

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•every time wally walks around you or sees you, he always sees you sleeping or on the verge of passing out. he finds it pretty amusing, don’t get him wrong he’s pretty worried about you sleeping almost every day. he’s definitely curious.

•he asks some of his friends first if they know why exactly it is why you do this, but they just assure him, “oh y/n is always sleepy!” that answer wasn’t good enough for him tho,,

•he finds you in the weirdest spots sleeping too, like this one time where you were just,,, laying on the ground while holding a plant. he watched you for a bit and just shook you up, he def walked you home as you were back on the verge of sleep.

•another time, you were gone for the WHOLE day, everyone was looking for you, poor julie was sobbing as if she lost her kid just already putting up posters of you,, but nope, howdy found you sleeping in one of the cabinets in his shop. how did you even get there?? you got a scolding for sure, how was that even comfy?

•wally took the opportunity to ask you a question, you were just laying your head on a table, again (for what seemed to be the millionth time) on the verge of hitting the hay. he asked you why exactly were you tired 24/7? he didn’t understand! it was just a silly concept to him, sleeping all of the time. even if he tried, he could never sleep with the house on his mind.

•you just simply replied, “why not?” wally hummed in fascination and watched you for the rest of the time you were about to sleep. but you were a bit talkative that day, so whatever came on your mind you talked about it to wally.

•after that wally admired how much you just didn’t care for much, you were just in your own little world.

•he DEFINITELY wanted to paint you too, you had no problem letting him. he just told you to sleep, definitely wasn’t an issue for you.

•he woke you up for,, maybe about a hour or two? and showed you an absolute masterpiece, you just sleeping. you loved it, and put it up on your wall. he still kept sketching and drawing you from time to time, i mean you were just still, a simple person to draw for sure!

•he also makes sure you don’t end up anywhere to crazy to sleep, its like he keeps tabs on you. its like if you were just walking somewhere, he just tugs on your hand and is like, “no, this way, silly!” he’s like a guide, making sure you don’t end up back into the river situation,,

•he totally wouldn’t mind if you laid your head on his shoulder; or anywhere on him honestly. he wouldn’t bat an eye if you leaned on him and just hit snooze. wally will continue talking to whoever, still making sure you’re fine. he’d rather have this than you accidentally sleeping on the roof or somewhere dangerous.

•wally finds himself giggling at the silliest things you do or say. like; why are you talking about hippos all of sudden? weren’t you just asleep?

•if he wants some quiet time to himself but not be completely alone. he def goes to you, maybe it’s because you’re sleepy but you’re just calm half of the time too. he also likes to ask you for suggestions on what to paint or draw next, you just mumble out the most random of things. you’re like a spinning wheel! to him at least,,

•you for sure were an interesting character in his book, so goofy. a good friend to despite you sleeping daily.

☁︎︎☁︎︎

romantic ver, ( ˘ ³˘)

•wally just adores you,, like why you so sleepy?? he finds it cute, you’re like a sleepy kitten 24/7. for some reason it makes him giggle to himself.

•definitely watches you 24/7, he doesn’t wanna let you go or leave you be. like before, he’s your guide to not falling in a brook. hell, he’ll even carry you around if you’re that tired. the neighbors look at you both and go, “oh look there goes wally and y/n!” as he just carries you around. :]

•theres always quiet moments between you two, you’re probably just snoring on his bed as he sketches,, well probably you. he always has some sort of art for you, pottery, paintings, whatever he can do, he did it for you.

•he’s also noticed how despite you being sleepy, you always try to make sure you talk to him. you’re just on the verge of sleeping yet again as you talk to him about this type of frog you saw early ago. wally really notices the little things. <3

•he gets all gushy and happy whenever you lean on him as a pillow or something. literally he just wants to grab you and just run away. but he keeps it in as he wraps his arm around you. even so, you can still notice the adoration in his eyes. a whole ass gentleman too, he WILL never move when ur sleeping on him. he shushes some people to, likee shhhh my boo is sleeping.

•to be honest, wally sleeps not so often, he definitely does more now that you help him. but whenever he just can’t close his eyes or anything, he watches you. and how peaceful you are, and he gets confused. how can you sleep so much? waking up to wally staring at you with those big old eyes is both scary yet endearing. you ask him what’s going on with him and hes just like, “you’re so peaceful, can’t help but keep this sight of you all to myself.” wit those big eyes,,

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•ack,, okay so he for sure def whispers to you or something whenever you’re tired. he just perks his head to you and just whispers ever so softly, as if you’re already sleeping. even when you’re dead asleep he’ll whisper some stuff. if you’re lucky enough, you’ll probably hear him.

•SPEAKING of whispering and such, he def sings you asleep. as if it was hard enough for you to do so,, but still, legit you LOVE it when he sings to you. his voice is soo soft and listening to it is just, hhhhh, makes you malfunction at times.

•he still finds you at random places too, he quickly picks you up and just wakes you up. he’s all like, “oh, what are you doin here :)?” while ur kinda like ,, “hh”

•to him, you’re just admirable. even if ur sleeping in a not so fancy fashion, he admires how you sleep, even if you wake up all jus cruddy, he’s still looking at you with his big lovey dovey eyes.

•if you have any trouble trying to stay awake he helps you def, tries to at least. if you drink caffeine to help you out with it, he’s all for it. but makes sure you don’t over step it, can’t have his lover too hyper! he also tries to have you have a normal sleep schedule (if you want ofc) but if it doesn’t work than it’s perfectly fine,, you guys will find smth to help you out. ♡︎

•calls you snooze bug, literally he’s so corny at times but its cute . <3

•it’s just when it comes to you he’s so gentle wit you,, its very endearing to watch between you both.

•overall he loves you sm,, his sleepy little person. he’s patient with you all of the time, your sleepiness is part of the charm for him. wally wanted an excuse to carry you around anyway. ❤︎︎

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okay this was rlly fun to do!! im prolly gonna do all of ur guys’ requests based on finishing it earlier than others if thats fine,, (٥⁀▽⁀ )

i also wanna thank all of you guys for giving me a LOTTA notes and positive feedback!! im glad ur all enjoying reading these as much i love making these,, 🫶

literally all of ur guys’ requests are so damn cute , can’t wait to have em all finished and have you guys read them!! (eventually)

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#wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home arg #head canons

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toournextadventure · 1 year

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everyone but her pt.3

a/n: dont mind me, just posting at work. EDIT: previously titled about time

Word Count: 3.0k Warnings: mention of past injury, hints of past abuse, swearing Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Masterlist)

There was still an ache in your shoulder when you sat down in your phytotoxicology class. It was decently scabbed (which was beyond itchy) but the actual joint was sore. You had hoped it would ease up a bit over the weekend, but to no avail. Hopefully no one had really noticed your stiff movements. But hey, at least you were left handed.

“You look miserable,” Wednesday said as she sat to your left.

“Shut up, Addams,” you mumbled.

Enid sat behind the two of you, her eyes glued to where your hands were resting on the desk. If you just moved your hand a few inches to the left. And if you could talk just a little louder so she could hear, that would be great. She needed to know what you two were talking about. If it wasn’t about a date then she was going to scream. She just wanted you both to get over yourselves.

Class went on as usual; Enid was forced to bear witness to you doodling in Wednesday’s notebook, completely interrupting her notes. In turn, Wednesday would add rather… violent attachments to your initial drawing, and the cycle would continue. She couldn’t see your face, but your shoulders would shake with silent laughter every few doodles. You were both so close.

“Miss Y/N?”

Your head snapped up, turning toward the front where Miss Thornhill was standing with an expectant look.

“Adonis vernalis,” you said proudly without hesitation.

“Not even close,” Miss Thornhill said with a smile while everyone failed to stiffle their giggles. “See me after class.”

“Aw man,” you mumbled as you slumped back into your seat. All that pep in your step had been washed away.

Quite frankly, Enid thought it was hilarious.

She rushed to catch up with Wednesday as you stayed behind to talk to Miss Thornhill. For such a small person, Wednesday could move really fast. It was starting to become an issue because Enid was not dressed for jogging across campus. God, why couldn’t she just slow down?

“It seems it’s impossible to get away from you,” Wednesday said when Enid finally caught up; she slowed her pace anyway.

“Did you-”

“-No, and I’m not going to,” Wednesday interrupted.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” Enid pouted.

“You were going to ask if I have asked Y/N on a date, and the answer is no.”

“Then I give up,” Enid said as she threw her hands into the air. “You two are far too stubborn. Enjoy the friendzone.”

She stalked off, trying not to smile to herself when she noticed Wednesday had stopped walking. With any luck, her plan would work splendidly and you would both be together before Parent’s Weekend in a month. It may have taken her a little longer than planned to come up with such a genius idea, but it was going to be worth it.

—---

It was truly a beautiful day to be outside. Overcast skies, a cool breeze, potential for rain. Not the best day to fly, but a wonderful time to walk around. Maybe you could stop by the lake, tease the monsters below the surface. At least you would if you weren’t stuck in the greenhouse.

Miss Thornhill was truly, and you meant this with the utmost respect, a bitch. So maybe you didn’t pay attention in class, and maybe you got a bunch of questions wrong. But that’s what she got for calling on you in class. Had you raised your hand? Had you given any indication whatsoever that you knew the answer? No. So really, this was on her.

And now you were stuck in the stupid greenhouse having to jot down sketches of each plant, their scientific name, and what symptoms they cause if ingested or inhaled. You had only finished maybe a third of the greenhouse and it was already midafternoon. You were never going to be done with this stupid detention.

You didn’t even like plants.

“You look miserable.”

“There’s more than one way to greet a person, you know,” you said without turning around.

Wednesday slid into your peripheral like a wisp of smoke; she always moved smoothly even though she appeared so rigid. Her coat hung off her small frame, and the snood Enid had made her only accentuated that by swallowing what little of her remained. She was reminiscent of the little kids at the park in winter; their parents had bundled them up in the warmest clothing they could find in the house.

“Just let me finish my detention, Addams,” you mumbled as you jotted down another sketch. It wasn’t half bad, actually.

For better or worse, Wednesday stayed silent as you moved around the greenhouse, assigned sketchbook in hand. There was no doubt you were getting 90% of the names wrong, and you were just writing “it’s bad :(“ under the list of symptoms at this point, but you didn’t care. This kind of detention was stupid. Besides, it was a Saturday; you should’ve been out getting coffee or harrassing everyone at Pilgrim World, not sitting in a humid greenhouse practicing your art skills. But no, now you were stuck here and- oh that plant is pretty.

“Don’t touch it,” Wednesday said rather quickly as you reached out to touch the flower.

“Why not?” You asked in indignation, finally turning around to see her. Oh, she’s cute.

“It’s a foxglove,” she answered.

“Wednesday,” you sighed, “if I knew what that meant, I wouldn’t be in here on a Saturday afternoon.”

“It’s toxic to birds.” She rolled her eyes at your incompetence.

“Oh, well thank- wait.” You narrowed your eyes at her and the smallest movement at the corner of her mouth. “I’m not a bird and you know it.”

“You can never be too sure,” she said without hesitation.

“Oh, you’re a prick,” you huffed out. You had to turn back to look at the plants again so she wouldn’t see your poor attempts at not laughing. “Why are you even here?”

“I brought you this.”

She brought me something? You thought. Well know she was just getting desperate if she was going to be bringing you things. You set your sketchpad down on the table, in front of the foxglove that Wednesday claimed to be toxic to birds. What had she brought you-

“-What is that?” You asked once your eyes landed on the small bag in her hands.

“Birdseed,” she said. “It’s a bribe.”

“That better not be for me or I will get offended,” you said, switching your weight to your other foot and crossing your arms over your chest.

“You’re going birdwatching with me.” She rolled her eyes but held the bag out further for you to take from her.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” You asked.

Wednesday Addams did not blush, that was a well known fact. Not a drop of colour would be found on her cheeks, ever. But that didn’t mean she was emotionless; you could tell when the stretch of skin over her cheeks and nose turned a little darker. It was the closest to an uncontrollable show of emotion as she was ever going to get.

And you were absolutely living for it.

“Are you coming or not?” Wednesday asked, completely ignoring your question for clarification.

You wanted her to admit it was a date. Wanted her to swallow her pride and say the word “date” because it’s just what you needed. There was no way in hell you were going to ask first, not when she had always been so clear about her thoughts on what a waste of time relationships were. “Look at my parents,” she had said one night, “limited because they can’t go anywhere alone.”

But you needed her to call it a date. Your hopes were embarrassingly high and you just needed her to say that four letter word. It could only be once and you would be happy. If she called it a date once and then never again until the day you died, you would be content. Just say the word, you thought to yourself as she finally turned her head back around to face you.

“Fine,” Wednesday sighed, “I’ll go on my own.” She turned around and started walking away.

“Wait!” You called after her. She stopped, but didn’t turn around.

You looked around frantically for the rest of your things. What if Miss Thornhill showed up and realised you were gone? And worse yet, what if she realised you sucked at detention? She was going to tell Principle Weems and then you would get another scolding. But pass up on a date with the Wednesday Addams?

Shit.

“You’re a bad influence, Wednesday Addams,” you huffed once you finally caught up to her and you both started walking out of the greenhouse.

You missed the small smile on her face.

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For all intents and purposes, Wednesday did not like you. If anyone dared to ask, you were nothing more than a thorn in her side, and not in a good way. No, you weren’t as energetic and colourful as Enid, but you still smiled too much. You cracked too many jokes and made yourself too accomadating. Any normal person would have been embarrassed.

No, Wednesday Addams did not like you.

She did not like the way you had talked the whole way to your preferred spot in the forest. “It’s a bit late for birdwatching,” you had said on the walk over, “but it’s overcast, so it might be fine.” She did not like the way you actually took your harness off and ruffled your feathers. Or the way they puffed up a little, “because it’s cold,” you explained with a shrug and a blush on your neck. Then there was the way you were sat still as a statue, birdseed scattered around, just waiting for some birds to stop by.

No, she didn’t like you.

There were absolutely no feelings in her void of a soul when a bird finally did appear, standing directly in front of your outstretched hand. The gentle smile on your face was completely moronic. You would make an excellent side character in her book; the same character that would get herself killed off in the first chapter. Wednesday could see it now; you would be too focused at the park and would get yourself put on a hit list simply because you were an easy target.

She wouldn’t be caught dead watching your feathers ruffle when more birds appeared, flocking around you. Or listening intently to what you were saying to them, holding full conversations as they hopped around and picked at the birdseed you continuously scattered. No, she would not join you on the ground, she was just fine sitting with her back to the tree. And no she didn’t want to feed the birds, this is an outing for you, she’s just the chaperone.

Her cold, black heart did not stutter when the light caught your skin just right and illuminated the nearly-healed scrapes and bruises from your incident last week. Wednesday had always loved the colours of a bruise. The angry red reminiscent of a wound, or the healing yellow-green that was nearly the same as the colour of a waterlogged corpse. Although they didn’t look quite as stunning on you. For one odd reason or another, seeing the bruises and cuts on your skin, or the apparent stiffness of your joints brought no joy to her.

There is no way in heaven or hell that she would admit she watched you the way her father watched her mother. Watching your every move, from the rise and fall of your chest to the twitch in each individual feather. The way the veins on your forearms stood out when you lifted a bird up or the eyelash that now resided on your cheek that she so desperately wished to wipe off for you. Or that your small, airy little laugh made her feel like an arrow had impaled her heart and mind and soul, painfully tethering her to the tree she was leaning against.

No, she was not her father.

And no, she did not like you.

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You looked like a little kid sitting in the chair on the other side of Larissa’s desk. With a bowed head and hands folded tightly in your lap, you reminded her of the young children in normal schools who got sent to the principle’s office for something they hadn’t done. Except you very well had done what you were accused of; maybe that was why you looked so guilty.

“Miss Thornhill told me you’ve been struggling in class,” Larissa started off. “You’re struggling to focus.”

“I’m just not any good at it,” you said with a shrug. You still weren’t looking up.

“She also told me you had been given detention last Saturday,” she continued; you sunk further into the chair. “And you were nowhere to be found when she went to check on you.”

“Wow, that’s wild,” you said with a huff. “She probably needs to check that her perscriptions are up to date,” you said, tapping your finger to the corner of your eye, “might need a better one.”

“Did you skip your detention?” Larissa asked, far softer than she would be with any other student.

“I didn’t “skip” detention,” you started. “I was there until around 3, I think that was punishment enough.”

“What came along that was more important than your detention?” Larissa continued to pry.

“A date,” you said so quietly that she almost couldn’t hear you.

“A date? With whom?” She asked with a small smile and in the gentlest voice she could offer you.

To most, it would be an inappropriate question. No one wanted their principle to know all the juicy details of their personal lives. But Larissa knew you both had a… slightly different relationship. She knew you struggled, you had been a student at Nevermore for nearly eight years; she knew what damage your personal life had inflicted upon you. For eight years she had been able to provide some sort of comfort, a surrogate parent of sorts, and she was doing her best to give you that space to be a normal teenager with a normal parent.

You had talked with her about these things before, it wasn’t like she was implying something out of nowhere. Larissa had been your shoulder to cry on through all of your family woes, your frustrations, your first heartbreak. It shouldn’t have been such a surprise for her to ask, even though you had initially been sent to see her because you had evaded your justly-deserved detention.

But instead of your usual excitement, Larissa noticed a glaze cover your eyes and your arms wrap tightly around yourself. She had seen you like this multiple times; you still refused to see a therapist about it. And as much as she wanted to go to you and comfort you, previous experience had told her you needed to feel it all before coming back to the present.

“Y/N?” She asked quietly, leaning over her desk to get closer to you without invading your space.

You blinked once, slowly, a single tear falling onto your quivering bottom lip. Your tongue darted out to lick your lip before your eyes opened. The haze took its time in fading from your usually sparkly eyes, but you looked up at Larissa as it diminished. One shuddering breath in, a shaky breath out, and your body fell into a relaxed state once again.

“Wednesday Addams,” you choked out around the sobs that you were shoving back down your throat. Your eyes flickered away from her at the admission.

“What did you both go do?” Larissa asked with a smile that you definitely saw this time.

There was a hesitancy on your face; your lips were parted slightly as if you were about to speak, and your eyes shone brightly, but the slight tilt of your head gave you away. You weren’t one to outwardly share your emotions, but your body langauge always gave you away. It brought a joy to Larissa that she had never understood was possible before you had come around.

“Well, she bought some birdseed-,” you started, immediately going off about the entire date.

Larissa leaned forward, completely enthralled with your tale. The way your hands gestured this way and that, the movements eloquent in their own right. Pianist’s fingers, she recalled. The inflection in your voice a mirror of your younger self, back when you had less worries. You’re excited, she thought with a soft sigh. You haven’t been excited in years.

“-and then Miss Thornhill saw me and sent me straight here,” you finished with a huff, clearly out of breath.

“Will you go on another one?” Larissa asked after you had caught your breath slightly.

“Well, I think it’s my turn to ask next,” you shrugged; there was a sparkle in your eye. “So yes.”

“Then you’d better go prepare.” Larissa sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. “She set the bar pretty high, don’t you think?”

“Might find an autopsy she can watch,” you mused aloud as you pushed yourself off the chair. The stiffness of your injury had yet to ease, Larissa noticed as you essentially limped over to the doorway.

“Oh, Y/N,” she called out once you were halfway out the door.

“Yes ma’am?” You asked, leaning back into the office.

“You can make up your failed detention on Saturday,” she said with a smile that only got bigger as you groaned.

“This place is a fucking prison,” you grumbled as you walked away. Larissa sat back in her chair and looked over toward the fireplace. Maybe, she thought, Addams won’t be so bad afterall.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader

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heartateasee · 3 months

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“Five”

Word Count: 6.7k

(Part five of ‘Goodnight and Go’)

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*Three weeks until the wedding*

It's been a week since I've heard from Harry.

There's been no texts, no calls, and I haven't been over to Gwen's to help with anything more wedding wise, so I haven't seen him in person either.

I guess it's two-sided though that I haven't heard from him. I wasn't trying to text or call either, but that's because I felt like we both just needed space after what happened. As much as I've tried to wash the events of last week from my mind, they're there every single time I find myself just sitting around, or when I'm trying to go to sleep.

My mind won't let me forget the way that his lips felt against mine. How it felt to have my hips roll against his, and how his hands skated over my body like he couldn't get enough. It was everything I had ever wanted, and it was quickly tainted by one little slip up. One little word.

Him saying my sister's fucking name.

There's part of me that's almost thankful that it happened though. I know for a fact that if things had escalated any further that we both would have felt extremely guilty. If we had truly given ourselves over to each other, that moment would be ruined given the surrounding factors. Harry is a man that's engaged - he's getting married in three weeks. And overall, he's engaged to my sister.

I look back down at the sketch I was working at on the surface of my station at the shop. I've been trying to throw myself into work as a distraction, and for the most part it was working. I offered to work an additional day so that I wasn't at home by myself with my thoughts as much as I had been. Today was that additional day for me, and I was mostly taking care of any walk-ins that were coming through the shop.

My phone starts to ring next to me, and I look down to see Gwen's name on the screen. I swallow harshly as I lift the device up and stare at it. I knew that Harry hadn't possibly told her about what had happened, and the reason that I was so adamant about that was because I would've had an angry sister banging on my door no matter what time of day it would've been.

I click the answer button and bring my phone up to my ear. "Hi, Gwen."

"Hey Carter, how've you been? I haven't talked to you in a little bit."

"I'm, uh...I've been fine," I nibble on my bottom lip before continuing. "How about you? Getting everything finalized okay?"

"Yeah, actually. It's going a lot more smoothly than I anticipated given how close the big day is, but I'm not complaining," Gwen responds. "I was actually wondering if you'd be able to come by this evening - I'll grab us some dinner. I want to go over the seating chart one more time, and I'd like a second set of eyes for the schedule I have for the reception. I also need some help picking out my dress for the rehearsal dinner."

I press my tongue into the inside of my cheek as I think over her request. I couldn't hide from her forever, and I also didn't want her to get suspicious of me. I wasn't sure of the conversation her and Harry had after he left my apartment last week, but I can only assume that he calmed her down to the point where she didn't feel the need to be so worked up anymore.

"Yeah, I actually picked up working at the shop today, but I should be done around six. I can head over right after I'm finished up here?

"That sounds good. I'll see you then," Gwen speaks before hanging up the call, and I let out a deep breath through my lips as I set my phone back down on my table.

I have only an hour and a half of my shift left, so I turn my attention back to my sketch to try and work down my nerves as to what going to Gwen's later could bring. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I tilt my head to the side, eyebrows narrowing as I try to get the small details of this sketch exactly right.

I don't even realize someone has approached my station until I feel a soft hand against my back - between my shoulderblades. Jumping slightly, I look up to see Alfie, and he's giving me a small smile.

"Hey," he says before he grabs the stool I sit on while tattooing, bringing it over so that he can sit down next to me. "Still working on this one?"

I've been working on this particular piece for the past couple of days, but that's because it was one of the more detailed ones I had been tasked with since starting to work on my own.

"Yeah, just trying to get everything right," I shrug, looking back to the sketch.

"It's looking great so far, Carter. You've come so far," he compliments me, and I feel him reach out to brush his knuckles along the side of my neck.

My eyes look up from my sketch again to stare at the wall in front of me when I feel his skin against mine. I knew that Alfie was trying to work up to something more between the two of us, and as much as I did enjoy flirting with him, I wasn't attracted to him in that way.

"Thanks," I clear my throat, my eyes finding him once more. "Did you need something?

"Uh, yeah, actually," he says, dropping his hand back into his lap. "I was wondering if I could maybe take you out on a date before the wedding. I know that right now everything has been on a friendship level with us, but I was really hoping to...I don't know. I would kind of like to see if this could go further."

I take a minute to gather my thoughts before I put my pencil down - turning to face him. "I've actually been meaning to talk to you about the wedding, Alfie. My mind has just been a bit everywhere this week so I kept forgetting."

"Okay, yeah, what's up?"

Looking down for a moment, I work up the courage to say the next words. "I think I just want to go to the wedding by myself."

It's silent between the two of us, and I give it a few more seconds before I look back up at him. His expression is one that I can't read - causing me to dig my fingertips into the denim covering my thigh.

"I promise that it's nothing against you personally. I've just been going through some stuff, and I feel like it's best if I just go and do that whole day alone," I try to explain as best as I can, but deep down I have to keep the real reason for not wanting him there.

It didn't feel right to bring a date after what happened between Harry and I. It was hard for me to think about being around anyone in such a setting, and I knew it would just be better if I was on my own.

"Y-you're sure I didn't do anything wrong?" Alfie asks, his eyes now growing with concern. "If I made you feel uncomfortable, I apologize, Carter. I never meant to overstep."

I shake my head, reaching out to place my hand over his for a moment - squeezing it before pulling it away. "Not at all, Alfie. This is just something that I've been thinking about, and for the both of us, I think it's just best if I go dateless, honestly."

Alfie frowns at my words, but he nods. "It's okay, I understand. If you end up changing your mind, please let me know. I'd still be more than happy to go with you."

"Yeah, I'll definitely let you know," I nod, sending him a weak smile. "Thank you for being so understanding."

I can tell he feels a bit awkward now that he had asked me on a date, and then I had revoked the actual 'date' that we did have planned. He smooths his hands over his thighs before he stands - pushing my stool back over towards its original position.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow," I tell him, and I stare at his retreating back as he walks back over to his own station.

As guilty as I feel about pulling the rug out from underneath him like that, it was necessary. I'm not in the right state of mind to try and act happy, and also have to entertain someone else on that day that's quickly approaching us. I wring my hands in my lap for a moment before looking back to my work.

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I stand in front of Gwen's door, giving myself an internal pep talk before I lift my fist to knock on her door. My eyes wander around her hallway before I hear the door open, and I look over to see my sister.

"Hey," she says, moving out of the way so I can step inside.

I'm immediately with boxes upon boxes, and I shrug off my jacket before looking over my shoulder at her. "You're moving?"

"Oh yeah, Harry and I got a house," she shrugs. "He didn't tell you when you saw him last week?"

"Nope," I say, shocking my head, making sure to pop the 'p' in the word. "But I think they had pregamed before I got to the bar so he was already kind of tipsy."

It was a lie, but I didn't want her to find it weird that he hadn't mentioned it to me. I didn't want to get him in trouble.

"Yeah," Gwen scoffs, shaking her head as she walks into the kitchen. "I can't believe how fucked up he got that night."

I slip my hands into the back pockets of my jeans as I lean my hip against the counter closest to her. "He was really okay for the most part, and I know he was super excited to have all of his closest friends in one place. He had a really good time, Gwen."

"No shit," she huffs, beginning to pull Indian food out of the paper bag on the counter. "Spent the night at yours, didn't he?"

I purse my lips to the side at her words, not knowing if she even really wants me to respond.

"Sorry," she sighs, shaking her head. "I know you were just looking out for him, and honestly, I'm glad he didn't pay that ridiculous Uber fee. I just got really nervous that something more had happened. Not with you or anything, but I know when you go out these days you don't tend to stay the whole time. I was scared that he lied about being at yours, and that he and the guys had gone somewhere else after the bar...I don't know."

Guilt gathers in my stomach at her words, and I hesitantly reach out a hand to place it on her shoulder. "Harry loves you, Gwen. Regardless of me still being there or not, I know that wouldn't have been how his night ended up."

Gwen lets out a heavy sigh as she nods, and I drop my hand away from her.

I wasn't lying, necessarily. He did love her. He made that very clear when her name escaped his mouth when I was on top of him when I was almost completely baring myself to him.

"I got you the chicken tikka masala that you like with the garlic naan, is that okay?"

"That's perfect. Thank you, Gweny," I tell her, taking the take out container and the foil wrapped naan from her as she hands them to me.

The nickname slips out before I can even think about it, but I try not to dwell as I walk over to her dining table. She collects her food as well before joining me, and we start to dig in as she lays out the table charts in front of us.

"Okay, so I was thinking about maybe switching these two tables around because-"

We're interrupted by the sound of her door opening, and I look over to see Harry walking inside. I quickly divert my eyes from him, looking back to the table charts.

"Oh, hi, baby," I hear Gwen coo, and Harry steps over to her. I can hear their kiss even though I'm not looking directly at them. "I didn't expect you so soon."

"I finished up early today," Harry says, and he moves into the kitchen. "The food smells great."

"Yours is that chana masala you had last time," Gwen says before turning back to me. "So, I was saying that I think I'm going to change these two tables because I didn't realize this one would be closer to the dancefloor. Since this table is just full of friends, I'm going to move them back so that family can be closer, what do you think?"

"That makes sense," I nod as I take a bite of my food, practically forcing it down with how bad my nerves are. My eyes scan over the wedding date table, and I see that Alfie is still there. "Uhm, we...we can take him away."

I reach out and point my finger to his name - keeping my eyes on paper after I speak.

"Alfie?" Gwen asks, and her tone shows surprise. "Why?"

"He's not coming anymore," I whisper, and I look past Gwen to see that Harry has stopped his motions in the kitchen, but his back is still to me. "I told him today that I'm just going to go alone."

My eyes look back to meet Gwen's, and her eyebrows are knitted together. "You're okay with just coming to the wedding alone?"

"Yeah, it's probably just better that way."

Gwen stares at me for a bit longer, but she doesn't speak on it anymore. "Okay, fine. It's not a big deal to take a chair away from the plus one table."

We rearrange a few more tables and finish up our dinner, Harry joining us at the table after a while, but I still don't look in his direction.

"Okay, I'm going to go try on my options for the rehearsal dinner. I'll be right back."

Gwen disposes of her trash from dinner before heading into her bedroom, and I stare at the scraps of the food I have leftover. I stand after a moment to gather my own trash and carry it over to the trash can. I can feel Harry's eyes on me, but I don't make any movement to look at him.

"Why did you cancel on Alfie?"

I stop what I'm doing when I hear him speak, but then I continue throwing my trash away and tidying up Gwen's kitchen for her. "It's for the best."

"Carter-"

"What?" I ask, my tone coming out harsh as I finally look over my shoulder to meet Harry's eyes. "All of a sudden you want me to go with him?"

Harry's eyes widen slightly at my outburst, and he looks over his shoulder at Gwen's bedroom door before looking back to me. "Can we...can we talk about this later? I'm sorry, I know I brought it up, but it's probably not smart to have this conversation here."

I roll my eyes as I shake my head, beginning to wipe down Gwen's counters to give myself something to do. "I really don't care whether we have this conversation or not."

I knew that my words were harsh, but I was angry. All of a sudden his tune had changed on me bringing Alfie as my date. Last week, and months prior, Harry was shitting on me for having anything to do with him, and now he was questioning me as to why I didn't want him as my date anymore.

The emotional whiplash was getting to be too much.

I hear Harry laugh bitterly behind me, and for the first time in my life, I feel anger rise in me when it comes to him. "Something funny?"

I turn around to lean against the counter with my arms crossed over my chest, and I see that Harry's eyes have already been on me.

"No," he shakes his head, continuing to eat his food, but for the most part he's just poking at it. "Nothing is fucking funny about this whole thing."

Saying that my heart and my mind are conflicted would be an understatement. I've never once found myself so angry, and honestly, disappointed in Harry. We used to shock people when we would tell them we've never had a fight between the two of us, but that's just how we usually are. There's nothing to fight over. We just work.

I open my mouth to ask what he means, but I hear Gwen's bedroom door opening.

My eyes quickly look over to her, and I push myself off the counter - dropping my arms to my sides. "Oh, wow," I breathe, looking over the white gown she has on.

It has a bit of a metallic sheen to it, and it fits her frame so perfectly.

"What do you think?" Gwen asks, setting her hands on her hips. "The other one isn't as flashy as this one, but I don't know. This one is just speaking to me."

"I think this one is great, Gwen," I'm not lying. The dress looks like it was made for her.

"Harry?" Gwen asks, but I keep my eyes on my sister as she waits for his response.

"Yeah, 's pretty. You look beautiful," Harry says, and I do my best to keep my expression neutral with his words.

"Well, if you guys think this is the one, I'm not even going to bother trying on the other. I'll just return it," Gwen shrugs as she looks down at the dress.

For a moment, I look between Harry and Gwen before I speak up. "I'm going to go ahead and head home. I'm pretty tired."

Gwen gives me a nod. "Okay, thanks for coming over on such short notice. I really do appreciate it."

"Not a problem," I shake my head, sending her a soft smile. "I'll see you guys later."

I collect my jacket and my purse before heading towards the door. My eyes glance over to Harry, and I know I have to say something. "Bye, Harry."

"Bye Carter."

Again - he didn't even look at me.

Once I'm out of her apartment, I wait for that feeling of tension to release, but it never comes. I know it's because at this point, my anxiety stems beyond just being around Gwen when she's so stressed about the wedding. The events of last week have been on replay in my head, and as much as I enjoyed what happened before Harry's slip-up, it was so wrong.

I make it to my car that was parked on the street, and I start back towards my apartment.

All I wanted to do was take a hot shower and collapse on the couch to rot away while watching reruns of shitty reality television.

The drive back to my apartment was one of those where you wonder how you even got home. I had zoned out the entire time due to all the thoughts rushing through my mind. I was getting to the point where I just wanted to feel empty. I wanted to shut off my emotions until after the wedding because that would just be easier for everyone.

Now I'm stepping out of the shower, fixing my hair that I had pulled into a bun since I didn't have to wash it tonight before slipping into my pajamas. I push my glasses onto the bridge of my nose, and I head into my kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge before I settle myself down on the couch.

As I reach into my fridge to grab a can of soda water, I hear a knock on the door. I straighten up, eyebrows narrowing as I set my can down on the coffee table before heading towards it. I look out my peephole, and I see Harry standing there. His hands are in the pockets of his jacket, and he's looking down at his feet.

Almost every single part of me just wants to ignore him. I don't want to let him in because I really don't want to face the reality of what's going to come of our conversation. I know that's why he's here. I know he wants to talk.

I close my eyes for a moment, focusing on taking in a deep breath before I undo my locks and open the door. Harry looks up from his feet, our eyes hold one another's for a moment before I move out of the doorway to let him in. He steps inside, and I close the door behind him.

He stands awkwardly not too far from where I am, and I clear my throat. "You can take your jacket and shoes off if you want. You don't have to just stand there."

I walk away from him to sit down on the couch, and I grab my drink. I crack it open before taking a couple of sips as Harry moves around - doing what I've told him. Instead of sitting down on the couch next to me, he sits in the chair that's next to it. I try not to let that sting, but I also understand why he did it.

Selfishly, there was a part of me that thought the moment he stepped into the apartment, he'd have his hands on my face, and his lips against mine once again. The way I yearned for it was humiliating, but that didn't happen. I knew it wasn't going to happen, and it shouldn't happen.

"I know that you said you didn't care about whether or not we had a conversation about everything, but I feel like we need to," Harry speaks up first, and I look down to realize that I'm just in a cropped tank top and some sleep shorts - having not expected any company.

I grab the blanket that was sitting next to me on the couch, and I drape it over myself so that I'm not so exposed in front of him before I respond. "Okay, yeah. I know it needs to happen...I'm just a little scared of what the outcome is going to be. I think that's why I don't want to really talk."

Harry finally looks up from his hands to look at me, and he shakes his head. "Regardless of what happened, Carter, I still meant what I said about not wanting to lose you. I don't know what I would do if you and I weren't as close anymore."

"I don't know if that's the smartest thing for us these days, Harry," I sigh, my own head mimicking the actions of his. "Last week proved that things have just gotten so complicated between the two of us, and I really don't know how much more I can take."

"Can we just start with what happened, and then we can go from there?"

I nod, fiddling with my fingers underneath the blanket as my nervousness grows. "I-I'm sorry for kissing you," my voice is barely above a whisper as I stare down at my lap. "It was wrong, and I think the alcohol played into it a lot. I didn't mean to put you in this position."

"Carter," Harry's voice is almost demanding, and I look up to see him already looking at me. "I kissed you back. You can't put all of this on yourself, okay? We kissed each other. I didn't just kiss you, and you didn't just kiss me."

It goes silent between the two of us for a bit before Harry starts to speak again. "Can I just...can I talk for a little bit, and you just listen? There's a lot that I feel like I need to say."

"Yeah," I nod, pushing my glasses up since they had fallen a bit. "Yeah, of course, H."

Harry sucks in deep breath, one that's more than audible to me as he leans forward in the chair. His forearms are resting on the tops of his legs, and I watch as his hands tremble as he goes to interlock his fingers. The trembling only gets worse, and I sit up on the couch a bit - worry coming over me.

"Harry, are you-"

"I was selfish the other night because I used to be in love with you, Carter."

I hear his words, but I continue to blankly stare at him as I try to process them. Once they register, I feel tears gathering in my waterline as the weight of them starts to settle in my chest.

He used to be in love with me.

"W-what do you mean? Why didn't you ever-"

"I never said anything because I didn't think you reciprocated my feelings, and I was scared of losing you," Harry says, spinning one of his rings around his fingers over and over again. "And then after that one formal, when you separated yourself from me for a couple of weeks, that just sealed it. You didn't feel the same. I knew that you ran away because of how intimate me holding you felt, and I knew I scared you off.

"But god, I didn't stop loving you. I tried. I tried so fucking hard by dating all those girls that last year of college, but none of them compared to you."

Tears start to stream down my cheeks, and I wring my blanket in my hands. He loved me, and I knew I loved him at the time, and I fucked it up by being scared.

"When I moved in with you guys the summer after college, I thought that maybe things would've changed - that maybe you would've realized that you felt the same way too, but it didn't happen. And I...I knew Gwen was interested in me," Harry's tone lowers a bit as he continues to speak. "She had flirted openly a few times whenever you weren't around, and one night when you were out with Kieran, we made out."

I close my eyes as I bit down on my bottom lip to keep it from wobbling. Their relationship had started in the house, right under my nose, and neither of them thought to tell me.

"It never went further than that when I was still living there. I had more respect for your parents than to do that under their roof - more respect for you," Harry continues. "But once I was moved out, that's when I finally asked her out on a date."

"Yeah, I know," I say quietly, sniffling softly as I wipe some of the tears off my face. "You didn't even tell me. She did."

Harry looks up at me, holding my eyes as he opens his mouth to speak again. "I was hoping it would spark something in you, and that you would maybe realize you did feel the way I felt."

The silence that blankets over us becomes deafening quite quickly. For the first time, I saw Harry in a negative light. A borderline manipulative light.

"You used my sister to try to get me to have feelings for you?" I ask, no fluctuation to my voice.

"It was fucked up, Carter," he runs his hands over his face, covering his eyes, and I hear him sniff loudly before he continues. "I know that it was so wrong of me to do."

He drops his hands, and I can see that he's also crying now.

"But then I did end up falling for Gwen, and I fell hard. She kept me on my toes. She was so outgoing, and charismatic. I grew more and more attracted to her with every date we went on, and I...I just knew then. I knew she was going to be the one."

"And Gwen? Does she know any of this?"

Harry shakes his head as he picks at his cuticles. "I never told her about my feelings for you. I've never told anyone until now."

Swallowing harshly, I look away from him - pressing my tongue against the inside of my cheek as I think of what to possibly say next.

"And now?" I clear my throat as I stare out one of my windows so that I don't have to look at Harry. "Your feelings about me...what are they?"

"I still love you, Carter. I love you so much," Harry speaks, and I close my eyes. I know what's coming next. "But I don't love you like that anymore. The love I have for you now is strictly based on our friendship. Gwen is it for me."

I nod in response to his words, and I lift both my hands to take my glasses off. I set them in my lap as I wipe over my cheeks, but I don't know why I'm bothering to - the tears just keep flowing.

This could be my chance to tell him everything. He had been open and vulnerable with me, and I know that he would allow me to be the same with him.

But I can't.

I can't confess my love for him when I know it won't be reciprocated. I would just be hurting myself, and him, by having to say that I did love him the way he loved me. That I still love him in that way, but it would all just be out there for me to get shot down. Right now, I can't handle that. I don't think I'll ever be able to.

"Well, thank you for telling me," I choke out, trying to sound strong but my voice cracking betrays me. A soft sob escapes my mouth before I'm burying my face into my hands.

I hear shuffling around, and soon I feel one of Harry's hands on my knees over the blanket - the other on my back. "I...I'm sorry for bringing this up now. I didn't think it would upset you so much."

My guilt starts up again as I can't be honest with him as to why I'm so upset. I'll have to just lie like I've been doing all these years.

"I'm just upset for what I've done to Gwen," I fabricate. "She'll never talk to me again when she finds out."

Harry's hand rubs up and down my back, and he gives my knee a squeeze. "I'm not going to tell her. I know that it's wrong, but I won't be the one to say anything. You don't have to either, and we can just put it behind us. We were drunk, like you said, and I let past emotions influence how far it got."

I nod in response, lifting my head up to look over at him. "It's been a while since anyone has kissed me, or put their hands on me like that, so I think it was just...comfort."

More lies.

It wasn't a lie that I hadn't had human contact like that in a while, but I definitely didn't allow it to continue out of comfort. I allowed it to continue because I wanted him.

"I just don't want to lose you," he whispers, and I lick over my bottom lip.

"Harry, I don't know if there's a way to get past this," I tell him - my heart cracking in my chest as I do so. "I think this is a sign that we do have to separate ourselves from each other. Not entirely, but...it needs to happen."

Harry looks down at the space floor between his knees and the couch where he's currently kneeled, and he nods. "I guess you're right."

His hands leave me, and I immediately feel so much colder without his touch.

"I-I think you should go," I whisper, choking down a whimper as I do so.

Harry doesn't look at me again as he pushes himself off the ground and gathers his jacket, slipping back into his shoes. "I'm sorry, Carter."

I hesitate before answering, and I think he doesn't expect me to as he opens the door to leave, but I give him what I can right now. "I know."

He pauses for a moment before he continues his way out. After a few seconds, I push myself off the couch to redo my locks, and then I'm sitting right back down - trying to process everything I had just been told.

Part of me is relieved at the fact that I now know that sharing my feelings won't change anything. That spares me, and a lot of other people, the hurt of that conversation happening. But my mind reels at what could have been between Harry and I if I had just known he did feel the same way then.

This whole thing has made me realize that change is necessary, even further than just separating myself from Harry, and I needed to figure that change out soon.

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I'm currently sitting in my car outside of the restaurant where we're having the rehearsal dinner tonight. My hands are still loosely gripping the wheel as I stare at the middle of it. I had been more than beside myself these past few weeks since Harry's confession. We haven't spoken, again, neither of us were trying to reach out. I think he was giving me space, and I was avoiding hurting myself even further than I already have.

Gwen and Harry just moved into their house last week, and I purposefully picked up two extra shifts at the shop so that I wouldn't be able to help them. I couldn't be there to watch all the things that I've seen Harry accrue throughout the years be put into a place that he would be sharing with someone else - potentially somewhere that they would be staying for several years, if not forever. I didn't want to see the things I had become so used to seeing on his walls being on a set of different ones.

Being there, and seeing both him and Gwen actually moving in together would've been awful for me. I know the wedding is going to completely break me, and I didn't need to already start putting the cracks in place by seeing how happy they would've been putting their things together under one roof.

I hadn't told my mother about Alfie no longer joining me at the wedding, and I wasn't sure if Gwen had. But I hadn't told anyone about the biggest change that I've made over these last few days. I intend on telling them all tonight, and then maybe I can start moving on from all of this.

Finding it in myself, I get out of my car and head into the restaurant - curling my peacoat around myself given how much it had cooled down considering it was now early December. I walk up to the hostess stand to let them know that I'm here for the 'Adams-Styles' wedding party, and she nods before beginning to guide me through the large dining room.

She opens two large doors that lead to a room off the main dining room, and I can see that my parents, Gwen and Harry are already inside with a few of the bridesmaids. I approach the area where they're standing, and I see my father immediately turn his attention to me.

"Hi pumpkin," he says, walking forward to wrap his arms around me, and he plants a kiss against the top of my head. "You look beautiful tonight."

"Thanks," I whisper, my chest expanding as I take in a deep breath.

He gives me a big squeeze before releasing me, and I move along to approach Harry, my mother and Gwen. "Carter, you're a little late, aren't you?"

Of course my mother is the first to speak up, but I keep myself composed, and I send her a soft smile. "Sorry, I've been working a lot these past few weeks. Time is just slipping away a little bit."

Gwen's face remains unchanged, but Harry looks up from his glass of tequila to meet my eyes for just a moment before looking away.

"Yeah, didn't you know? That's why she wasn't able to help us move," Gwen says, and I hear a bitterness to her tone.

"We were okay with who we had," Harry speaks up, and I divert my eyes from all of them.

"I'm going to go and get a drink," I whisper, walking away from the three of them.

I ask the bartender for a Moscow Mule, and a shot of Casamigos which I quickly down before remaining against the wall by the bar. My eyes remain on my feet until I feel a small nudge of a shoulder against my own. I look up to see Gavin, and I send him a soft smile.

"You okay?"

Pursing my lips to the side, I shake my head as I look back down to my drink. "Not really, but I'll be okay."

I look back over to Gavin as he nods, taking a sip of his own drink. "I apologize if I'm overstepping, but I never really heard you talk about your sister before. I'm gathering that the two of you don't get along very well?"

"Sometimes we do," I respond, taking a sip of my drink. "Most of the time we don't."

"And you're not the happiest about her and Harry being together?"

"No comment, Gavin."

He gives me a playful smirk, and I can't help but to return it. I'm sure he's been around both Harry and Gwen when I haven't, and I'm almost positive he's seen the way my sister can be.

There's an announcement that dinner is being served, and I head over to the main table to sit down. Once again I'm across from Harry with the bridesmaids on each side of me, the parents on both sides of the bride and groom.

Dinner is being served, and casual conversation is happening before my mother speaks up. "Carter, where's Alfie?"

Our table consisted of the plus ones being sat with the bridal party, and of course Alfie wasn't here.

"Oh, uhm, he's not coming with me anymore," I push my food around my plate, moving my eyes down so I'm no longer making eye contact with anyone.

"How come?"

My mother continues to push, and I drop my hands into my lap to clench my fists under the table. "It just didn't work out, okay?"

I can feel so many eyes on me at this moment, and I decide to work it to my advantage.

"I also wanted you guys to know that I'm moving."

Harry's head shoots up out of the corner of my eye, and I can see that everyone is now staring at me.

"You're what?" Gwen asks, and I look over to see her brows furrowed.

"Yeah, I'm moving. A couple cities over, about two hours away, " I nod. "I already have a job lined up at a tattoo studio there, and I've already put down a deposit on an apartment."

"Well good you for you, Carter," my father lifts his glass, and I smile over at him.

Everyone else follows suit, and we cheers, but I didn't expect it to be this much of a spectacle.

I keep to myself for the rest of the dinner, barely eating my food, but definitely consuming the alcohol in front of me to get through everything.

Once the dinner is over, Gwen announces that we're going to head over to the venue to run through the ceremony. I made the decision to not drink a lot here tonight, so I only had two cocktails and a shot. I feel fine to drive, and I'm glad I made that choice because I don't want to ride with anyone else.

I just want to be alone.

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A/N:

Yeah...sorry about his one.

A bit shorter than the rest of the chapters, but this one flows right into the next one.

See you on Wednesday for the last part!

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hello! you've probably been asked these before, but i'm here to ask how long it typically takes for you to make animatics, if you have any tips, preferred methods, and what you use? i saw your funger animatic and it looks absolutely gorgeous! i love all the detail that's jam-packed into the art and story telling, so i'm curious about your animatic process.

sorry if this is a lot! no need to answer if you don't want to. i love your stuff and i wish you well!

Hi! I don't mind answering some questions!

First things first, I'm not a professional storyboards artist. I've done a few things for some youtube channels. I wouldn't call myself an expert. This is to say that my method of doing things might not the best for people who actually work in the industry.

Most of the time I work in Storyboard pro 7. But honestly, any editing software works as long as it can handle pictures and audio. For the disco elysium animatic I only used clip studio paint and some random editing program called Camtasia. It worked alright but it takes a bit longer to finish stuff since storyboard pro is more streamlined. My go-to method right not is to draw the backgrounds in clip studio and the characters and editing in storyboard pro. That way, I get the best of both worlds.

The funger animatic took about 2 and a half weeks to make. It usually takes longer, but the song wasn't that long so that saved me a lot of time. But as another example, my disco elysium animatic took +3 months. So it really depends. I did work longer on each frame for that one tho, so idk. On average, it takes me about 2 months. But that number keeps going up since my expectations of myself keep rising.

Anyhow! I'll be bringing up my fear and hunger animatic as an example of my process.

My animatics usually start out having the ugliest thumbnails known to man. It does let me experiment with framing and timing, which is absolutely crucial. I do not recommend that people start refining frames without having planned out things beforehand.

After that, I just save every thumbnail and import it to storyboard pro. I just scale it up to the current canvas size. Then I just line up every frame with the audio. It is a little bit tedious but you gotta do what you gotta do.

After that, I begin to draw the backgrounds in clip studio. I do the same thing as in storyboard pro and just size the thumbnail up. And then I just sketch over that! Technically, I could have drawn the backgrounds in storyboard pro. But their brushes are pretty uggo so I prefer to not do that :)

As dumb as it might sound, it kind of stresses me out when my storyboards aren't "pretty". Which is pretty stupid since storyboards are literally made only to be a guide for what an animation should be. so in actuality, it's alright if they're kinda crusty. But since I never intend to animate my animatics I find it nice to spend more time on each frame. Which is sorta stupid because I'm shooting myself in the foot by working so long on every frame...

Either way, after that, I import the new backgrounds into storyboard pro and begin to draw the characters. Technically I could draw them in clip studio as well. But its faster to draw them in story board pro and it also allows me to do some semi-animated things and work faster. So, after a lot of experimenting, clip studio backgrounds and storyboard pro characters is the way to go for me!

And just to note. This animatic might have only taken about 2 and a half weeks. Which sounds pretty good. But when it comes to animatics I can become a real workaholic if im inspired enough. So every day after school I would sit non stop working on this from the second I got home to when it was time to sleep. As well as every second of the weekend after I was done with my chores. So that is to say I work pretty fast and persistently, which i know is not healthy or realistic. So take my timing with a grain of salt.

But that's kinda my process. I just draw backgrounds and draw characters until the thing is done.

If I had to give any advice, I would say it's important to have fun when making animatics as a hobby. When I make an animatic, it's because I personally want to see that animatic, and if other people like it, that is a plus! If you're excited about an idea, it'll be a lot easier to add fun details and soul into it.

But yeah that's it. I can't really come up with anything else to say. I hope I gave some good insight!

#storyboard #animatic #storyboard pro #boarding #tips #thumbnail #don't really know what to tag this as dkgdfkg

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do-it-for-the-fandom · 11 days

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Cloudy With a Chance of Murder.

Part I: leaving the crime scene.

Part II: the phone call.

Part III: a visit to the morgue.

Part IV: the lunch break.

Part V: lunch part II.

Part VI: the perfect cover.

Part VII: the storage closet.

Part VIII: case closed.

Part IX: finding their way.

Must you always be so... so stubborn, Katie?

Apparently, the answer to the question her parent's had frustratedly asked her on many occasions was a big, fat yes.

It's not that she hadn't tried to be a little softer, a little less headstrong. She had decided - the moment she arrived home, alone... again - that she could forgive and forget this whole mess. Because, like Lanie had said (and like she already knew) Castle had only done what he thought was the right thing.

He had explained how they had ended up in his Loft rather than the fancy restaurant he had made reservations at. He had explained the alarming phone call, the shattering glass. And he had explained that no matter what he said or did, Kristina had been on a mission to get exactly what she wanted.

If anything, he was the victim in all of this. Maybe, just maybe, it was her who owed him an apology.

Then, as if timed by fate itself, there was a knock at her door.

He came bearing a heartfelt apology, the intent to start and finish a true conversation about them (one they probably should have had before returning to work, but better late than never) and a promise. A promise that he understands, that is scared too, but that he truly believes they can find their way.

And just like that, she was ready to forgive.

She leant in, smile still bright on her face, and Castle dipped his head to brush his lips against hers. However, it seemed forgiving was going to be much easier than forgetting. The images she had spent the better half of the night fighting off flooded back to the forefront of her mind and she pulled back from the impending we're good now kiss.

"I'm sorry, I can't," she said as she shook her head slightly, hoping to erase the images like an etch-a-sketch. "It's too soon. I just keep seeing her boobs in your face."

She walked away, just a few steps to gain a little bit of distance, a little bit of perspective. She just wanted her mind to stop taunting her like this. She wanted the memories to be gone, for good.

And then came the softly spoken, heartbroken words that managed to do exactly that.

"Do y- do you want me to leave?"

She turned to face him, took in the pained look of regret that was etched so deep in the tired lines of his face and shook her head.

"No," she said definitively, closing the space between them. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired."

And confused, and angry, and a little hurt; but mostly just tired.

She reached up and delicately traced her thumb over his cheek.

"Stay with me?" she whispered the request. "Please."

He nodded, followed as she led him toward her bedroom. He removed his clothing, down to his boxers, as she pulled back the covers and climbed onto the bed. Kneeling, she moved over to his side and placed her hands on his hips. He joined her on the mattress, kneeling before her, and brushed the hair of her ponytail over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Kate," he whispered and she nodded.

"Me too."

She leaned in, kissed him slowly. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting - the taste of betrayal, perhaps - but his lips, his tongue; it just tasted like him. Sweet, loyal, hopelessly in love Castle. And her reservations melted away.

Castle pressed his forehead to hers but cupped her face to keep her close; he didn't want to lose this connection, but he also didn't want her to feel rushed.

"We don't have to," he assured her.

But she shook her head. "I want to."

Still, he hesitated. She knew that was her fault: she had let her emotions lead her actions too much over these past few days. These past few weeks, actually. And now he was being overly cautious, taking on the role that she would usually fill. Because that was how they worked: serious and unserious, head in the clouds and feet firmly on the ground, a hopeless romantic and a logical thinker. They levelled each other other, brought one another to this ideal middle ground that just seemed to work so perfectly for them.

But this? This role reversal they had slipped into, it wasn't them It wasn't right.

"I'm okay, Castle." She assured him with a kiss. "We're okay."

And she was determined for her words to become truth.

She kissed him again, with more urgency than before, and he gave into his desires.

His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer, relished in the feel of her body pressed flush against his.

"I want you," he panted as he moved his attention to peppering kisses along her jawline and down her neck. His hands wandered down her body to her thighs, then glided back up the bared skin and underneath her sleep shirt. "Only you."

"Show me," she whispered. They broke apart, looked into one another's eyes for just a few short seconds before she smiled and repeated her request. "Show me how much you want me."

He did exactly that. He poured all the love he had for her into a long, slow, reverent kiss as he lay her back on her bed. He touched her with gentle hands, like she were a priceless artifact to be handled with the utmost care. Kissed her in a way that soothed the hurt and confusion they had both felt in this tumultuous transition into life outside of their little love bubble. Their love-making was a promise that tomorrow was a new day - undoubtedly with new challenges to face - but no matter what may have come their way, they could figure this out together... they could find their way.

And, in a way that only they could, they righted all their wrongs.

#my drabbles #kate beckett #richard castle #caskett #castle #kate beckett x richard castle #castle fanfiction #castle fanfic

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xxfangirl365xx · 3 months

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Kobra Kid's answer to : "What is a day you'll never forget?"

Written in my wattpad a few months ago, i posted Jet's here so I'm doing Kobra's too (: enjoyyyy

Mines nothing in comparison to Jet's. I'm gonna go with a nice one. I'm not huge on being sentimental but the day Poison won a bunch of awards for his art in a zone wide exhibit was a great day.

It was mid July 2017. Girl had just come to live with us maybe a month earlier. We had gotten word about a big exhibit that was gonna happen in zone five. Poison had always been a bit of an artist and that's what he always wanted to do with his life before BL/I. He tried to keep his skill sharp in the zones but with limited supplies it was really hard. Honestly it made me really sad to see his dreams crushed. We had been trying to convince him to enter for several days before he gave in. He painted and drew all sorts of things. Scenery, people, emotions...it was really cool. We drove out to zone five and he submitted almost a dozen pieces. We walked around to look at the other entries while they were being judged.

" I wish I hadn't done this." He whined

" Why?" Jet asked

" Because...Look at this stuff... Mine's nothing like theirs." he said sadly gesturing to all the colorful papers and canvas spread out around him.

" Oh stop it." Jet said playfully smacking him

" Your stuff is way better, Pois." Ghoul said trying to cheer him up

" If I were a judge I wouldn't even bother looking at the rest of this stuff. Yours is clearly the best." He finished

" Mmm."Poison said, still not buying it.

" It's really good." Girl said running up next to the red head.

" You're an amazing art dude." She said smiling

He smiled at her, " Thank you Missile." He said bending over to give her a hug.

We all kinda separated and walked around separately but I stayed with my brother.

We walked quietly for a while just looking at the many painted and pastel cacti and sunsets... I'm not an expert but it seemed a little generic to me. I could tell he was getting sadder by the second feeling so much more inferior to the more established artists. Poison has always lacked self confidence in everything. His appearance,personality, skills. And he shouldn't feel bad because he's a unique human being and that's something to be proud of.

Poison sighed.

" You know even if you don't win I'm still proud of you Pois." I said

" You should save the pride for something worth it." He said sadly looking at a charcoal sketch of yet another cactus.

" Nope. I'm still proud of you. And I always will be no matter what you do." I said again.

"..."

" Alright Poison. Enough self pity. Look at this stuff. It's all the same thing. Sunsets and cactus. Boring bland colors and no emotion behind it right?" I asked

" I mean...sorta."

" And you put thought and emotion into your stuff. Colors and variation. "

" Thats-"

" Let me put it this way." I interrupted turning to face him.

" These guys may have some talent and knowledge for sure. They have no creativity to back it up. It's just knowledge.It's kinda like how most people can write...but only a few people can ACTUALLY write, and have a story to tell or a message to get across." I finished. He thought for a second.

" So please...don't be down on yourself for having something a lot of people can only dream of. Both knowledge AND creativity." I said, pulling him into a tight hug.

He hugged me back and I could feel him release all the tension in his body.

" Thanks Kobra." He said

" Anytime. "

*STATIC*

"WILL PARTY POISON PLEASE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE JUDGES TABLE AT THIS TIME" a loudspeaker screeched out

" I saw a flash of fear in my brother's eyes.

" relax. You got this alright?" I said

" Yeah... " He said walking away. He looked back at me and I gave him a thumbs up.

I found Jet, Ghoul and Girl.

" Why did they want Poison?" Ghoul asked

" Dunno..." I responded.

*STATIC*

"WINNERS HAVE BEEN ANNOUNCED AT THE JUDGES TABLE! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED THIS YEAR AND WE CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN NEXT YEAR!"

They went to the front as they were instructed and saw Poison grinning ear to ear with all his colorful creations displayed hung with diy ribbon's. He ran up to us and immediately hugged me.

" Thank you for always believing in my Kobra." He whispered

" Anytime." I said

He was wearing a scratched and chipped gold metal with the engraving of " Track and Field champions" crossed out with a sharpie to read " Reigning Zone art champion."

Everyone hugged and congratulated him. He picked up Missile Kid and spun her around while she laughed.

" I told you you'd win!" she exclaimed.

I Know it's nothing I really did but I'm still proud of my big brother for everything he has done and has yet to do. He's been competing and winning competitions all over the Zones ever since and I'm so happy to see him being what he always wanted to be.

Anyways, thanks for listening to me ramble,

Kobra Kid out

#my chemical romance #mcr #gee way #gerard way #g way #mikey way #ray toro #frank iero #my chemical fucking romance #danger days #the fab four #the fabulous killjoys #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #party poison #kobra kid #jet star #fun ghoul

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remusslove · 2 years

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hello I loved the request you made I don't know if you write to tom riddle or not but if so you could make one in which tom and the little one! reader who is non-verbal are in the slytherin common room along with matheo,draco, theo, blaise and pansy and they are playing with the little one! reader while tom is reading a book if you don't write to tom you could make this request with another character or feel free to ignore

Stickers~ mattheo riddle

Includes age regression, tooth rotting fluff, little reader, and cg!mattheo

You face was covered in stickers as you placed more on the sketch book on the floor. Everyone was currently cooing at your cuteness causing mattheo to chuckle while reading his book. You giggled putting a purple butterfly on the page. You loved scrapbooking even when you were little.

You mostly did it color coordinated but when you were little you decorated it however you wanted. When mattheo caught you working on the sketch book he bought you tons of supplies.

Arranging from stickers to crayons, paints to markers, to color pencils and pretty tape, everything. You’ve scrap booked every day since then. Your new page consisted of butterfly’s and pastel colors. The group was helping you arrange the pastel colors away form the more vibrant colors.

“Do you want this purple or this little one?” Theo asked softly suggesting to the two sticker sheets he was holding up. “Wan da bue won!” You answered pointing at the nice ombré shade of blue pansy was holding. Pansy chuckled and formed a “I told you so” grin on her lips.

She passed it to while Blaise was smelling you’re silly scented crayons. “Mattheo where did you get these? They smell really fuxking good” Blaise asked taking another deep breath at the smell of the mint green scented crayon. “Don’t cuss infront of tiny Blaise” Draco scolded the boy infront of him.

They called you tiny whenever you hung out with them. Mostly because your a little and a bit short. You looked even shorter standing next to mattheo since he was 6’3 and all. “I got them from hogsMeade Blaise, and sorry to burst your guys’s bubble but, me and tiny have to go” mattheo said closing his book.

“What?!? Noooo we’ve only been hanging out with her for like 2 hours!” Pansy exclaimed in protest. “Yeah what’s so important anyway?!?” Theo asked. “She has to take a nap before 5:00 and it’s 3:00 Theodore now goodbye” mattheo finished off picking you up.

“That I’m like two more hours come one mattheo just thirty more minutes” Blaise said. “Fine.” mattheo agreed putting you back on the floor. “And stop smelling her crayons you crackhead” mattheo said taking the crayon away from the Blaise and putting it back in the box. Blaise pouted and picked up another one this time scented “freshly moved grass”.

Fourth five minutes later you were yawning softly rubbing your eyes. That didn’t get un noticed by them. “Mattheo I think tiny’s sleepy” Draco said nudging mattheos arm. Mattheo looked away from his book and smiled at your figure. He closed his book and picked you up once again.

“Can we see her tomorrow?” Theo asked hopefull. “We see her everyday Theo, mattheo can I please keep these crayons?” Blaise asked with fake puppy eyes. “No Blaise, and yes Theo you’ll see her tomorrow like everyday” mattheo answered walking up the stairs to his dorm. You whined giving them a tired hand wave goodbye.

They cooed and waved bye as well. The day ended with you taking a nap, going to the great hall to eat causing the group to perk up, and going to sleep once again. They loved you, big or small. When you were big you always acted like how you were in little space, which they adored.

#cg!mattheo riddle #cg mattheo riddle #cg mattheo #cg!mattheo #little reader #little!reader #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle #mattheoxreader

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desultory-novice · 6 days

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No rush on answering this, I know you got stuff going on

Can I ask about you MariPav process? I want to make a comic too and MariPav is a huge inspiration for me. So, I was wondering if you could share any tips.

The main things on my mind are

How did you come up with the story and how much of it do you have planned before hand

What is the drawing process? Do you do a rough sketch first, do you do a chapter's outlines and then color or do you finish a page then do the next, etc.

About how long does it take you per page?

How did you decide the level of detail you draw in for this comic?

Do you have any monochromatic shading/coloring tips? I'm not very good with working outside of color

How do you keep consistent character design?

You're also really good at speech bubble spacing and comedic timing that doesn't pull you out of the story. How do you do it?

Sorry,, I ended up asking a lot of questions...

; _ ; Ahh, thank you so much for asking questions about my process?! It makes me feel good to know people are interested and I'm happy to go into (lots) of detail about it!

1) [THE STORY]

So, the initial concept of Marionettes' Pavane came from two separate comics I'd wanted to do. One was about how Magolor and Marx reunite after the end of Return to Dream Land. (I had only been in the fandom for a little bit but had already fallen hard for this ship, and while there were lots of stories about how they met, pre-RtDL, it seemed pretty obvious to me that Marx wasn't around for RtDL so I wanted to know how they might have gotten together after.)

Another idea that stuck in my head was for a story about how Marx went from being an innocent Noddy to the Marx we know and love. Neither of these ideas were going to be gijinka to start with, btw - I've mentioned this [one really long Kirby x Marx comic] I read on Pixiv that was a huge storytelling inspiration to me for MariPav.

That, plus a few other good gijinka fan comics, was probably what pushed me to make it a gijinka story, in addition to a few lines that popped into my head that worked better if they were humanoid.

(Initially, I was still going to do the Marx backstory comic separately, but I realized it was just easier to work it into MariPav because it was clearly influencing MariPav Marx's characterization. Then I wrote up a Magolor backstory chapter to match.)

As for the writing, I wrote out the WHOLE script, beginning to end, before I began drawing it! I knew myself and I didn't want get lost as to where my own story was going or pivot directions so hard in the middle that the beginning no longer made sense. Writing it was pretty exciting, so it wasn't too hard to get the whole thing done, though it definitely took a few months of chipping away at it.

(In fact I was so addicted to writing it that after I "finished," I couldn't stop toying with it and added on several epilogue chapters! ^^)

You can additionally get a glimpse at what some of my thought processes/inspiration for coming up with the story were by re-reading my old Marxolor "rant" [here]

As for the process, once I'd jotted down enough lines/conversations to establish the theme ("Was it worth it?" etc etc) I would draft out summaries for what I wanted to have happen in the chapters (interspersed with whatever thoughts about the story came to mind that I might want to include somewhere later, not all of these made it in, such as Magolor trolling Marx with the ladder) and, when inspired, add in bits of conversation till I had enough material for a full chapter.

[Screenshot of a chapter breakdown from one of my earliest drafts]

Inspiration came from a lot of places. I would re-review cutscenes from RtDL or other games, look at inspiring fanart, or indulge in completely unrelated media till something would click as "Oh! Marx and Magolor really ought to have this happen to them!"

[Screenshot of a paragraph of (unused) ideas from one of my earliest drafts]

[An early draft of Chapter 5. I used red and blue text for Marx and Magolor's dialogue early on. The scene is in an early, unfinished state. Notice how figuring out I could work in the Gem Apples was something that came along toward the end, even though now, it seems like the whole POINT of the chapter. XD]

I wrote MariPav before learning about the Snowflake Method for writing stories, but as you can sort of see here, my method did come close to following the "one sentence summary > one paragraph summary > three paragraph summary > write it" style.

When I was gearing up to finally draw it, a month or so after reaching the "end" of the story (though I actually wrote the "end" really early on and it's remained 95% unchanged through multiple additions. Sometimes, you write the ending first ^^) I went back in, cleaned the script up, filled in any lingering <n happens here> lines and added in stage directions, which is the script I currently work from!

2) [DRAWING IT]

As for my drawing process, that's changed a bit from the beginning, but here is my current drawing process! First, I'll draw a really loose "thumbnail" sketch in big blocky pencil. This is normally just "Marx go here! Mago go here! Mago mad!!" type stuff. Then I'll copy paste in my dialogue and move it and the sketches around till I have something that looks decent. I'll chop up each "page" and copy into my main comic making app and arrange them on the actual pages.

[An example of some thumbnails from the latest comic, right before I copied it into the main comic doc for cleaning. They're usually not even THIS detailed XD]

After that, I do a second rough, where they actually start to resemble themselves and I figure out things like where their limbs should go or add detail to their expressions (as well as note any kind of effects I will want to include in the finished panel.)

[A secondary rough from Chapter 5. I eventually made a (more simplistic than it looks) 3D model for Magolor's egg to help keep it relatively on model.]

Then comes adding in the panel borders and moving the secondary roughs around so they fit nicely. After that, I ink, though if my secondary roughs are unsatisfactory, I will bring in 3D models or references and draw them again before going back to inks.

I do it all in batches, by the way! Thumbnails for all ten~ish pages, roughs for all ten~ish pages, inks for all ten~ish pages. Because I'm still growing as an artist, if I finish one page before starting on the next, it's liable to look COMPLETELY different than the previous page! XD (Which I've had happen! Then I have to go back and redo the previous page so it looks more consistent, bleugh~...)

Sometime, early on in the inking, I will add in the balloons for the dialogue and arrange the text in them. I do this because :cough: sometimes I can use dialogue balloons to cover up anatomy I'm not that great at XD Then I add in the flat/base colors.

[Same page as before showing how I used balloons to cover un-inked areas. And also how I had to redraw Marx in the first panel to fix his proportions. Although I think his face was much cuter in the first draft XD ]

Then comes a really frenzied period where I do shading and panel FX and sound FX at the same time and it gets really messy and I'm still trying to find a way to clean up that process some ^^;

3) [TIME]

It's hard to be sure on a per page level since I jump back and forth between pages, but I spent a LOT of time fixing/adjusting things and trying to make sure things look as good as they possibly can. So a page will be "almost done" for a long time before I'm ready to say to myself, "Yeah, this is shareable!" Coming up with thumbnails that fit my idea for the script can be incredibly time intensive too!

[Here are the "complete" thumbnails for Chapter 5 Part 2]

As you can see, I actually began secondary roughs on this chapter BEFORE I had figured out what two of the last pages would even look like! I tried and just... couldn't come up with a good idea till the very end. Figuring out layouts has been really tricky and sometimes I'll flip open a variety of manga to see what they might do!

(And then I remember that manga layouts and whatnot are often highly differentiated by genre and MariPav is all over the place XD )

4) [DETAIL]

Here is the VERY FIRST drawing I ever drew of gijinka Marx and Magolor, when I was testing out what my mental image of them would look like. Everything was quite rough at this time. I hadn't figured out exactly what hairstyle I wanted Magolor to have and Marx's wings are more like attachments than arms. XD

But basically, because I drew them looking more like semi-realistically proportioned adults (figured it'd be easier to get suitable references that way) I decided to stick with that look through the story. That ended up demanding a certain level of bg/prop detail to look right and...it's one of the more frustrating parts. ^^;

It would have been a lot easier to start if I'd drawn them in a more cartoonish-anime style, like how Apologies started out, but I knew I had a few very serious and intense scenes that I thought might look laughable if Marx and Magolor were more marshmallowy looking ^^

Also, since Marionettes' Pavane is, when it comes down to it, a love story between two horrifically emotionally-stunted adults, past the point where innocent childhood mistakes are easily forgivable but without the inner peace, maturity, and knowledge to know how to NOT make these same mistakes over and over, I wanted their body types to reflect the fact that they are both fully grown. (Despite the immaturity they frequently CONSTANTLY display to each other.)

There are many stories about confused kids/young adults making mistakes and getting better. Not as many about adults, despite plenty of us being just as confused.

And I can just switch to a chibi-style if I need them to be small!

(Even Apologies has started to shift in and out of MariPav's pseudo anime-realism style, and I'll notice myself drawing tall, tanky anime boy Noir, even though his initial concept is short, underfed, underdeveloped, squishy-cartoon boy. You can see the reverse happen when I draw MariPav in a rush and Marsh and Magolor start to look more boyish and squishy. So, in short, don't do what I do and try to draw two different comics with two different artstyles at the same time XD)

5) [MONOCHROME TIPS]

I say go ahead and use color, and then throw a desaturation filter on that baby, if you can! Now, to ease this process, you might want to make test palette FIRST, draw your characters with their normal colors and then de-saturate that and save it for referencing later!

[I started out making a very nice palette for the two of them, only to accidentally delete it. I still needed one, so I made a second - and while I accidentally deleted THAT one too ^^; I swear, the "lineart" portion of it looked JUST like this. Just scribbles I would daub paint colors on. The key is that your palette reference doesn't have to look good, you just need to be able to sample from it!]

Now, you might notice not everything looks right when desaturated. That's a matter of values, etc! What you can do is take the monochromatic grays you've got and further adjust them from there so they look more like the gray versions of your original colors.

[NEW OUTFIT SPOILERS!!]

I had to do this with their new outfits too in fact!

I drew them up, worked rea~lly hard on getting their palettes the way I liked, then I desaturated them and Marx looked like a a big dark blob!! You want to be very sparing with including dark colors and blacks in your palette when doing monochromatic manga, because your panel borders, text, sfx, panel effects and your shading are going to be vying for access to those precious dark tones. And if EVERYTHING stands out... then NOTHING does!

So I manually adjusted the grays on both so that they would look better good and communicate the same light-to-dark information.

6) [CONSISTENCY]

Because I keep all of MariPav in one big document (split up by arcs) if I forget how something looks, I just page back to the last time I drew it ^^; That said, as hinted at above, I'm...not all that great at consistency myself. Either with artstyle OR tiny details.

"Do Magolor's gloves have trim on the ends or not?" "Do Marx's bangs curl inward or out?" "What the heck do his shoe laces look like again?" "How many grooves are in the back of Magolor's egg?" "Did you forget his work apron again?" "Hasn't Marx's collar grown in size since last time--"

COUGH COUGH COUGH

I hope to get better at consistency down the line, but the truth of the matter is I do most things in life completely frazzled and I just have to do what I can do in the time I have! Outside of having references for yourself (and I have two very slightly modified 3D models I use labeled for "Marx" and "Magolor" to help keep their shapes consistent-ish) drawing your characters a little bit every day will help!

Especially the every day (that you can) part. Let it go too long and you MAY misremember something you'd done, only to canonize it next time you draw them ^^; :remembers how I accidentally gave Hell Branch Magolor his other eye back and lost track of Hell Branch Blade's scarf:

And then sometimes I decide I maybe want to change something up because I just wasn't thinking of all sorts of better possibilities before and "la la la" it is this way now, just go with it~

7) [COMEDY & SPEECH]

I've been something of the family goofball since I was a kid, so I'm pretty used to comedy, especially hyper-dramatization comedy.

[This is a pretty good sample of the exaggerated way I talk in real life haha XD]

Some tips I've heard for "timing" is that the end of the page should be a moment that makes the reader want to turn to the next one to see what happens. Or be the conclusion of a story beat or joke. Either use it to build anticipation or let the reader rest.

Speaking of letting the reader rest, I read somewhere that the reason manga doesn't include backgrounds as much as western comics and web-comics is not that Japan hates backgrounds or anything...

It's the theory that the more information on a page, the more mental energy a reader spends taking it in! You don't want them to exhaust themselves looking at detailed backdrops unless the presence of the BG is also communicating something!

That's why so many manga will have those panels that have 3-4 speech bubbles laid over some generic screen tone. The artist isn't lazy, they're telling you "just relax and focus on the words!"

That's also how you preserve flow, by limiting the amount of visual information there is on any given page. It actually took me a while to learn that, and I sometimes regret that the original MariPav script is super wordy for a comic script.

(Because I wrote it first - before I'd done a deep dive study on the art of comic-crafting. That and I was more used to writing fanfic and original stories than comic scripts - which often need to be tightly trimmed. They also have a bunch of different storytelling devices you don't always expect. Like, most manga has WAY more internal dialogue and thoughts than MariPav has, which is written more like a stage play, being told entirely through back and forth dialogue.)

As a result, now, when I paste my dialogue in over my thumbnails, I'll often chop whole lines out or trim them down so they won't just eat up my page space. They say "kill your darlings" for a reason.

Lastly, I actually have a friend who works in comics, and I've pinged them a couple of times for advice on how to get my speech bubbles looking good. They've given me lots of advice, and not just on lettering! (They were the one who recommended using a kind of creeping, broken shadow instead of a plain flat shadow over Dedede's face + the tv static lines over DMS seen here too.)

[I credit their advice with the reason that first comic got so much positive attention. Tbh, it's those little touches that really make it!]

Some other advice they gave me was to make sure your text has plenty of room inside your balloons. You're trying to fit a square peg in a circular hole, after all! But again, sometimes I just place my bubbles in areas where they'll be most convenient for the art! XD

Anyway, I hope I did well answering your questions and providing insight. Of course, the biggest thing is that everything takes a combination of hours of practice and also... just some life experience.

I have been reading manga since I was 12, which nowadays makes it sound like I started LATE in life till you remember I'm 40 years old (and back then we had to walk two miles in the... we had to import untranslated single volumes from sketchy web sites with zero preview pics, based entirely on how interesting the title sounded) and in spite of my long history with the medium, I still found that I couldn't replicate the look of it it based on memory alone.

That's because there's a difference in taking in something for enjoyment and taking in some for study. What I've been having to do lately is STUDY manga - very intensely. I'm constantly having to look up "how to express frustration in manga" "manga sfx" "effective manga panelling" "crying, manga-style" to get things close!

(Of course, my years of reading and enjoying it helped in its own way too. After all, the stories I'm writing now are based on years of lived experience, in and out of fictional worlds and that stuff is KEY.)

But yes, get started on that comic of yours! Honestly, the best thing I did with MariPav was start drawing it. I knew I would have a long way to go to get it looking like it does in my head and it's still got a long way to go before it's there, but every page I make is getting me there.

#MariPav #Kirby #Gijinka #Magolor #Marx #Marx Kirby

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magentakinky · 1 month

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[See tags for CW]

You have to know. You must know what you're doing to me.

Do you have any idea how hard it is?

When I braid that pretty blonde hair not to let my fingers linger too long

When we draw on each other and you have to get so close to me to see what youre working on not to keep you there

When you drunkenly end up at my feet clinging to my leg and letting that pretty little head fall onto my knee while you whine to me about taking care of myself- god i could get used to that sight.

When you ask me to help put sunscreen on your back not to sink my claws into that tattoo, to resist the temptation when my fingers rub across your skin to work my thumbs into that toned muscle. Youre so tense. I bet i could make you moan just from an innocent little massage.

But there would never be innocence.

And you know that, don't you?

Not when I see your crop top ride up and my eyes lock onto a vein tracing its way from your slutty fucking waist down along the v of your hips, dipping below your waistband.

And you're oh so innocent.

I can't help but tease you a bit for being a virgin in your twenties.

But if you knew. If you knew it was because I couldn't get it off my mind.

Such a pretty little thing and so clueless.

Keeping me up at night with exactly how I'd like to corrupt you and fucking ruin you.

I'm sure you'd be shy, but I'd drag the noises out of you. I'm not sure I could be gentle.

Not with the way you keep teasing me.

You have to know.

When you started leaning into dressing like a femboy. Why was I the first person you thought to show those pictures to?

Not just any fit check either. Photos taken carefully. Angled just so to highlight the curve of your ass, the dip of your spine, the way your pretty little waist looks in that short skirt.

You're such a fucking tease.

You have to know what seeing you like that does to me.

Just how innocent can you be in all of this?

You heard I thought you were hot months ago from a friend but showed no interest. That was fine.

But when you get drunk.

You ask me if I'd fuck you and I answer too quickly.

You tell me I have nice tits. I say thanks as if I'm not thinking about those calloused hands playing bass.

You ask to draw on me. Im wearing a t-shirt and sleep shorts. I let you and try not to shiver when those hands cover me in ink from my ankles all the way to my inner thighs.

Your head ends up by my lap and i stroke your hair- soothingly, I justify. But I just want to run my fingers through your hair and give you head scratches. I want to make you such a good boy for me.

Some boys only have long hair to give you something to pull on.

I want to make you whimper for me.

Drunk and in the dark, I'm drawing on you again with a ballpoint pen. I reach for your hand but think better of it since you have work and I push your sleeve up starting to sketch a face on your forearm. You say something I don't quite hear. Your arm is in my lap, and I feel the ridges of the skin under my pen. I must have grabbed your left arm. I'm almost finished when I apologize if I'm being too rough with you. I don't miss the hiss in your voice when you breathe out a "yeah, you went right on my scars."

I apologize for hurting you, but wish I could have done it in a quiet room. I want to hear every little hiss and noise you made while I put my mark on you.

I bet you'd be so sensitive. You have no idea the pleasure I could give you.

I pretend not to pay attention when you talk to our other friends about how you want to be good at sex. When you ask how to make a girl feel good and how to eat pussy.

I pretend not to hear when they tell you about how to last longer and you indignantly tell them that yeah youve tried edging before.

I try not to show on my face the goddamn pornographic mental images that gave me.

You laid out in your bedroom with the door locked, needily jacking your hard cock and just when your stomach is tensing and that look of pleasure is mounting on your face. Youd slow down, groaning in spite of your own hand as you stroke it slowly, torturing yourself.

I want to know what your reactions would be like. Your untouched body suddenly overtaken by hands running along your sensitive sides, by soft hands palming your hardness.

I want to hear the noise you make the first time a mouth touches your dick. I want to watch your reaction when you feel just how much hotter it is than your own calloused hands. I want to be the one to blow your mind when I take you to the base and hollow my cheeks around you. When i tease the head of your cock with my tongue. I want to ruin you for your own hand ever again.

I want to see the look on that pretty little face when I make you cum for me. Itd be even cuter if you came quick. The sudden overwhelming stimulus being too much for you to handle.

I wouldn't stop when you came of course. I need to wring out every little jolt and moan out of you as I can. And what better way than to overstimulate you into oblivion. I want to leave you a begging, twitching wreck under me.

God, if I could make those pretty blue eyes cry for me.

You tease me too much for your own good, blondie.

You don't know what you're getting yourself into.

Or do you?

#voyerurism #tw sh implied #femboii #ramblings #f3md0m #corruption kink #virginity kink #pleasure dom #this pretty boy is driving me insane i swear #overstim kink

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pbandjesse · 2 months

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I am absolutely shattered today. More exhausted then I have been in a while. I am super glad my workshop tomorrow is not happening anymore because I don't think I could handle it. I am just. So tired.

I didn't sleep amazing again. My ears hurt again. I have had go take out all of my piercing. Which seems to have helped a little bit. But I also absolutely slept through my alarm because I was asleep on top of my phone. Thankfully James woke me up at 715.

I was in a horrible mood though. And I was very snippy. I was in my head telling myself to knock it off but I was having a bad time. I was to hot. I would be okay but it did not start well.

James left for work before me. And I took a few extra minutes to sit and watch my new fish because I read that it can help your blood pressure and I do think it helped a little bit. I was out the door by 755.

I got over to creative alliance and loaded up my wagon. As I walked from the corner where I parked t Creative Alliance Parker pulled up and I was like. Oh hi! And I really tried to put on all my energy. But I was for sure more low energy then normal. I tried but I was struggling.

The classroom was 72 degrees. Which was wild. Parker would realize and fix it pretty quick but it did not help how warm I already was. But it would be okay.

I started setting up my program and slowly the kids started coming in. Including some I knew! One from the nursery I subbed at before and one form puhtok. And everyone was really great.

James had given me a bunch of flattened cardboard boxes from soap being sold at the gift shop. So as the kids came in, some went to draw, and some came to help me assemble the boxes. And it was fun. A nice little way to get to know each other and jump right into making stuff.

They were all really excited about the Rubbermaid tubs of stuff I brought. And I gave them plastic bins to start putting things to the side in case they might want to use them for their dioramas. But we would be breaking into two groups later on so it was no rush.

The kids were really funny. And by the end of the day they had developed their own religion, with one of the older boys, Andrew, becoming the cult leader. It was all around an egg that did not shatter with the others. And then at lunch they went to the park and saw a dead bird and I think there is a chicken and the egg conversation to be had but they just kept chanting. And making art about the egg. Children are so wonderfully weird.

Parker took the kids on a tour of the two buildings first. Which gave me a few minutes to eat my breakfast. But soon they were back and we jumped right in.

We started with taking about what a dioramas was. I wrote things in the board and we discussed what it is, what it's made of, why someone might make one. And they had really great answers. Next we filled out the worksheet I made up with information for thinking about how your diorama will function. Who's in it? What's the environment? What are the materials? We then sketched it and then we made paper models of the ideas. Not everyone did all of these steps, and they really didn't have to. But it was good to work through the ideas.

We had approximately 2 and a half hours for each group. And I found that about half of each group spent the entire time making, while the other half finished in about an hour. So I had to push for adding things. And I would find some books and Legos to entertain the littler ones. But overall I think we did great.

I did struggle when I realized I forgot my hot glue sticks at home. So the first group only had 5 sticks. But they really made it work. Like it wasn't perfect but it was still good. Even if I was stressed. And I would cut my finger in my pocket knife when I was helping cut windows out of boxes. Ouch. It was bleeding pretty bad and I was mad at myself.

But the kids did great. Only a few little finger burns on the hot glue guns. No one seriously injured. And they all worked really hard. It was nice to see.

They had a snack break half way through the morning. I would have my little lunch then since I was planning on quickly driving home to get the hot glue during their lunch half hour.

After their snack some of them finished quickly. Some took the rest of the hour. Other started drawing. I had music going. It was a little tough for me to find music without cursing so we ended up listening to Mitski and Julien Baker all day. Which I enjoyed and I think kept the space calm.

We finished the morning session and Parker collected the other class and my class and I headed to the car.

I quickly drove home. Washed my face and tried to shake off the tired feeling. My feet hurt and it would only get worse. But it was okay. I grabbed the hot glue. Pet Sweetp. And quickly drove back. Got the same parking space even!

They were still at the park for lunch so I enjoyed sitting on the stairs outside. I was out there for like ten minutes when I heard the entire group of children chanting "all hail the dead bird!" Over and over. Children are hilarious.

I did have to ban chanting though because half of my second group was getting very frustrated by the boys repeating and being loud about eggs and I was getting frustrated too. You may worship the egg quietly in your head. I just don't want to hear it anymore.

The afternoon felt long. But I know it was mostly because I was very tired. I still had fun. And really enjoyed seeing what everyone was making. Some of the kids really were great at this project and I was so proud of them. This is for sure a 3rd/4th grade project. But what else it new, that's the age I work best with.

Around 330 we started cleaning up. Some were still working. Some were done. I was slowly cleaning up around them. Teaching some how to properly wash paint brushes. Giving others the job of sweeping. And soon parents were showing up.

As they were getting picked up I thanked them all for coming. One of the kids showed me a magic trick. I got to meet the other teachers who were teaching the kids to do magic tricks which was very neat. And after packing my wagon I was ready to go.

I checked in with Parker before I left. And he just said how awesome he thinks I am and how he loves how I know so many things. To be fair I know a little about a lot of things, and it's hurt me in the past. I remember when I applied for Penland to try and get a residency after college and they said I had to many directions in my portfolio. That I needed to focus. But that was never going to be me I guess. I think I like it better that way.

I held it together until I got home. But I was exhausted. My feet hurt so much. I desperately wanted to lay down.

And that's just what I did. I got home and took my shoes off and got on the couch. And that's where James found me not long after. I was very upset and very tired.

I just kept closing my eyes. But James asked me what I wanted for dinner and I wanted brass tap. It took me a while to get to that answer but I did get there. And it was hard to get up. But James pulled me off the couch and we headed to Towson.

James took us a fun back roads way. And I talked to them about some frustrations I am having and that helped me feel a little better.

We parked in the parking garage at the mall and went to the restaurant. And it wasn't amazing and I felt horrible. But I was happy to be with my James. Even if it was to loud. Ah well.

I still appreciated James trying to make me feel better. The food was fine and I saved the salad for tomorrow. We walked through the mall to go to the car because it had started to rain. And it was nice window shopping but I was very much ready to go home.

When we got back here I got changed and got in the couch. James did some painting for the stairwell. And me and Sweetp have just been resting.

And I am very very much ready for bed now. Thankfully the only plans I have this weekend is to have brunch with Callie tomorrow. She's coming to get me in the morning and we have reservations so I'm hoping it's pretty low stress. And I'm just really looking forward to seeing her. Hopefully I will sleep good and be able to feel amazing tomorrow.

I hope you all feel amazing too. I love you all very much. Goodnight everyone.

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whitesandbrowns · 11 months

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Woke up around 6 today. Worked out. Though almost killed myself doing basic beginniner level day 1 workout. My arms are still paining. And i didn't even finish a whole pushup. Ugh.

Had some toast for the breakfast. I watched ruby's video while having breakfast. She is that one person who always makes me wanna do anything in my life with more passion and love towards it.

Then started working. Had good time at work mostly. Had weekly team meeting today as its monday. I am happy to see some progression over packaging design thing. I think we will be able to close it this week, at least from my side.

A tremendously funny thing happened to me today. I dont even know what to call it. So i was working at home till late noon, so after that i thought let's go to my fav cafe to have some mint tea and just work there. So i packed literally everything, went there and then i realized i didnt have my phone there. I left it at home as it was on charging.

But i was like, its okay, the cafe Still has the wifi. I dont need to worry much. I hardly use my phone anyway. But my dearest luck, had different plans. Even the wifi was not working there that time. The owner knew me so she was kind enough to offer her own hotspot but it also didn't get connected. The amazing bad luck i had. And meanwhile all of this, i already had ordered tea so i could not do anything but just wait for the tea to get its flavour and cool down a little bit so i can drink it. But i tried to stay calm and sketched out the cafe, did not turn out like i wanted to but i still did pretty good. Will share it tomorrow

I got home and studied for a while on tangible interaction design and as part of the example there ws this marble answering machine and i absolutely loved the idea. I havent even started the course yet but i can tell for sure how amazing it is going to be. I think i ak gonna finish these courses only as of july. And from august i will start preparing according bhanu's calender.

In my break time i saw this kid on youtube short and immediately fell in love with the parenting. I know for a fact she i gonna grow up to be an amazing person. Kudos to the parents who understands it is an individual they afe raising and not just some part of their own which they need to protect and pamper. Kudos to the kimonomom

and then i mostly slept and skipped dinner as i was not hungry. Thought went out to have ice cream with my dad before going to meet my grandma. She is not so well right now but i hope she gets well soon and gets stronger than ever.

Came home and had a call with my boyfriend while i did a little work and then focused on him, and had a great time talking to him.

Then i did some face massage with gua sha and jade roller. I didnt take a shower today because didnt feel like it. I hope i wake up early tomorrow. Root for me, will ya?

I think this day was overall not as productive. I felt sleepy for most of the part, i need to come up with better sleep routine but other than that, all good. I am happy. Confident. Hopeful.

See you guys tomorrow.

Love,

#studyspo #studyblr #dark academia #study inspiration #study motivation #100 days of studying #100 days of self discipline #100 days of getting better #100 days of productivity #100 days challenge

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conflitdecanard · 2 years

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Hello, sorry if you've answered this question before, but what advice would you give to a absolute beginner learning to draw fantasy character illustration art? (Also do you draw while high? Since that is the only way I know how I can experience new methods of thought openly without judgement.)

Hallo (*°ｰ°)ﾉ

dxdezhjdhed I will answer this part right away: I don't consume any subtances :'D Drugs or alcohol or such

I don't know if I am the best at giving advices for such a general art topic but I will do my best (。_。) - Before all you should have fun - It may sound pretty... basic but if you draw stuff you enjoy, it will be easier to work ! It is motivating to do something you enjoy I would say

- Art style is a patchwork - It is how my art style is, I dunno if it works for many others but yah. My art style is a mix of details/parts I find really good. I took them and put them in my art style. You would not notice it because there is so many little details I took, my art style doesn't look like the artists' I took these details from. You can look for fantasy art you find pleasing. I have a channel in my personal discord where I put inspirations for my art. It can be just a detail or more details ( I would say to also save the source of the art ^^" As respect for the artist ) -There's many fantasy species and even more depictions of them- Fantasy characters is a pretty wide subject as not only artstyle will change how species look but people may have different ways of how they will represent these species too

‣For example: Firbolgs - I saw them as blueish/greyish giants with pink noses but for some years now, I draw them as cows-like humanoids from seeing people draw them as such and I just... loved this vision ! ‣ Or for goblins, I see people drawing them with tails and even whiskers ! I don't do tails or whiskers myself but it is different possible interpretations ! And the examples go on...

It is a bit like the paragraph above but here it is more about fantasy characters yah. If you find a way a species is draw even if it is not how it is show in " official fantasy books ", if you enjoy it and it will bring you joy then that's how you will have that species draw. Who listen to every details in handbooks anyway... /lh

- Don't compare yourself to others - Again. Pretty basic. And not easy at all to do for many, I know that myself oh my gosh... It is in part with having fun. You will not have fun putting expectations on yourself FROM yourself... It is good to have a goal but do not try to be EXACTLY like someone else. You are you and what you create is good enough. <:)

- Real life is also a good place to find inspiration - For personal designs or adoptables, I will often use stuff I saw outside or just thought about. Like: - Ragdoll bunny plushies, I had one I adored as a kid. I could do something around that yeh... - Tadpoles are so interesting ! Oh swamp goblins do exist uh ! - Ayah... This character from that movie really gave me gender emotions growing up. Hmm... I could use his hairstyle as inspiration, I loved that part the most yeh. - I'm watching videos about bugs. I'm learning about them and I could do stuff around what I learned and saw ! I'm really about using stuff you enjoy hehe :')

- You do not have to finish a piece or make it complex to make said art good - That's an advice I got from a friend recently. I would think only arts I have finished fully or put enough work into were " worth " posting. He told me just doodles/sketches are good enough too. Art is art. Art is what you create. You create ? You're an artist. It is pretty simple if you ask me.

- You don't have to post or show every art you did - I would say to experiment and don't try to make it good everytime. You can just let the pen glide across the canvas and just draw what you want just cuz you wanna try to draw it. Nobody can make something good right away when they never done it before. It is like... testing if an ink pen works ! You would probably just make a random scribble to see if there's still ink in it, if it still work yeh. You can just warm up and test stuff around and keep these for yourself. I do recommand to keep even little tests so you can look at them later, for inspiration or just to remember how far you have come ! o(^▽^)o

+ Not a general advice but a way of creating by just letting go I enjoy doing as a kind of exercice and game + Something I do WAY more on paper than digital is to... just start doodling and sketching without any real end goal in mind. I will start with a thought and just doodle stuff from it, like: - I think of the ragdoll bunny plushie of my childhood and just start stuff around it - Starting maybe with the plushie of my memories as best as I can, then maybe actual bunnies wearing the cute clothes my plushie wore, then maybe make the bunnies stand on two legs and have an anatomy more like my plushie had etc. I don't think or try of making it good, it helps me relax and let go. Empty my head from the day to day stress and anxiety. I will most likely never show these doodles to anyone. But here yeah it is more a me exercice and I don't say you have to follow it. And you have no obligations to follow any advices above too dhezhud (╯▽╰ ) Again I am no teacher and I believe everyone is different so not every advices or tutorial will work for everybody but it costs nothing to try ! Just be kind to yourself always ;w; @anony990

#saastalk #anony990 #long post #I took a moment to answer cuz i was very suprised you would ask me if i consume anything i dont remember saying anything sounding like i do #also been some rough days but I hope it is still an okay answer if a looong one oh god #i do talk a lot good lord #drug ment tw #funny tho cuz i was thinking not long before i got that ask how i am not very good at giving advices cuz art is such a vast subject oh gosh #i did my best but again i am no professional so you dont have to follow everything or anything i said huehue i would never judge you for th #for that #alcohol mention #alcohol ment tw #drug use mention #ask to tag #am sleepy so i didnt reread as much as i would usually do so sorry if any wording is weird or stuff is misspelled TwT

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theoriginalladya · 2 years

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21, 31, and 39 for Caleb?

from this list

*rubs hands together*

21. Do they share any interests or hobbies?

Oh goodness, a tough one!

Actually, yes! They do share some. Start with... PIANO. Caleb learned from Nan when he was young and the rest he picked up along the way. Kaidan is classically trained. They do have a lot of fun with this during the war once Anderson gives Caleb the apartment! lol But after the war, Kaidan gets Caleb a piano the first Christmas they spend together. Whenever he's home, the two of them will play it together again; but mostly Kaidan just likes to listen to Caleb play.

I think Kaidan gets Caleb into reading more just for the pure pleasure of it after the war. Caleb reads, but he never really gets into reading for fun until then. It's not really a conscious decision, just the simple fact he's never really viewed himself as living his life FOR himself - it's always been for others and there's always so much to do. So, during the war, Kaidan starts to introduce him to some fun reads - fantasy, mysteries, history, etc. - and after the war, it's far easier to find him reading something he wants to read. They both end up reading to the kids at night, too, and that helps.

The other thing about Kaidan is he dabbles in sketching and painting. Caleb's seen him with a sketchbook a few times over the years, but Kaidan's never shared anything and Caleb hasn't pushed. On their honeymoon in Greece, Kaidan pulls it out and goes to town drawing and painting watercolors of their trip. He fianlly shares them with Caleb, too. They even spend an afternoon with Kaidan trying to teach Caleb how to draw, but Caleb quickly realizes it isn't something he'll ever be good at, so he just sits and watches while Kaidan sketches out a scene and then paints it, so they share the interest, I guess you could say, but it's limited to Caleb watching, mostly. lol (the man knows his limits!)

31. Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

Ahaha. Okay, so...suffice to say, sort of? Kaidan's mother is Irish, so he grew up hearing a number of Irish phrases and expressions, so when he meets Caleb and hears him speaking the language - usually in moments of high emotion or stress - he usually understands it (though Kaidan can't necessarily speak it, or speak it well, himself). After Caleb is lost over Alchera, Kaidan looks into learning more and during those two years, he picks up quite a bit. But it isn't until the very end of the war that Kaidan lets on he knows, and has known all along, what Caleb's been saying. With the kids around later, it's impossible to not pick up some phrases and use them on a daily basis, but Kaidan doesn't ever get to that same level of fluency Caleb has.

I'd say it's a fair bet they'll complete each other's sentences at some point in their lives, but I'm not suer exactly when/how/why that happens just yet.

Not so much a matter of knowing when the other is hiding something, per se, but Caleb is as much an 'in his head' thinker as Kaidan is, so they can recognize in each other if they're starting to retreat into themselves and overthink things. Usually, all it takes is a touch and a word or two, just a reminder they're not alone, that kind of thing, and the other will come out of it.

39. Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first? When did they realize they were in love?

Okay, so this is the question that tells me I HAVE answered these asks before in the past for them because I remember @urdnotflexthejedibard asking me this question for these two.

Now, that said, things have...changes a little since he asked, so here we go.

Who initiated the relationship? - hard to say because they've sort of danced around each other for years before they actually have anything other than a friendship. Technically speaking, I suppose, it's Caleb who initiates it because he's the one who asks Kaidan to stay when he's leaving.

Who kissed who first? - Again, technically Caleb. Caleb and Rosa are on an undercover N-7 mission. Kaidan just happens to be in the right place at the right time (or wrong place at the wrong time, take your pick! lol) and gets recruited into helping. During the mission, to avoid having his cover blown, Caleb kisses Kaidan. "Just business." So... yeah, first kiss. Roughly 2181-ish, give or take a year?

When did they realize they were in love? - Okay, this one hurts but I think I finally have it sorted out. Over Alchera, after getting Joker away in the escape pod and he's thrown free of the ship, Caleb still has a comm connection to Kaidan. Caleb is too focused on trying to stop his O2 from leaking out to realize it, but he falls into speaking Irish over the comms. At one point, he says, "Kaidan, is tú mo rogha" - basically, saying he chooses Kaidan. Kaidan never has a chance to say anything back to him at that point.

Now, it isn't until seeing Kaidan nearly killed on Mars that Caleb actually starts facing up to the fact he has considered Kaidan as far more than just a friend for a very long time. Still, stubborn Irishman is stubborn, and he doesn't say anything directly TO Kaidan about it until post-clone mission (which happens almost immediately (they get Tali first) after the coup attempt).

Thank you so much for asking about these two!!!!! <3

#mtreebeardiles #ladya replies #mshenko #Caleb Shepard #Kaidan Alenko #OTP: Brothers in Arms #mass effect #Ship Asks

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can i ask how you did the lesbian flag makeup with all the hearts? it's so pretty

You can indeed :p - this is going to be a long answer, I just hope I explain it ok lol

So first of all, I always start with the eyes, I decided what colors I'd use and in what order while looking at the flag, I decided to go with darker pink, dusty pink, white, dusty orange and bright orange. I picked the order just because I liked it like that, you can do the inverse and it'll probably still work.

Now I applied concealer on the lid and my first mistake was applying a white eyeshadow all over the lid, what I'd recommend would be to use a white eyeshadow primer all over the lid, or just apply your shadows on top of the concealer, because that'll help the colors show up better.

Then I started with the dusty orange on the inner corner up to where I wanted the white to be and tried to blend it with the white just before the middle, after that I applied the bright orange just on the inner corner, which I admit I could've done a better job of making it show up but I liked the mix of the dusty and bright orange so I just shrugged it off. Now you have to blend those very carefully, with a clean brush, not to lose the dusty orange into the bright one (like I kinda did lol), to the eye the difference will be subtle once finished, but you still want it there.

Onto the next step: because I wanted a cohesive color palette on my face, I used the dusty pink that I usually use as blush for eyeshadow.

Now on the other side, I did the same with the dusty pink in the opposite direction, for the dark pink I used a red lipstick with a pink undertone, I used an angled brush so I could be more precise with it. Because it was a matte lipstick, which I personally recommend to use as eyeshadow, you kinda have to work quick, so I used the brush to kind of sketch the shape I wanted and then I'd be able to more comfortably blend it in afterwards when the shape I wanted was already in place. Mind you I wanted the outer parts of the pink to be darker to mark the shape, so if you can't blend it all that's exactly what we want.

After I've done that and carefully blended the lighter and darker pink, the lighter and darker orange, I noticed my white eyeshadow wasn't as present as I'd like, so I used a little bit of a silver shimmer to trick the eye into thinking it was white or closer to it than before.

Apply concealer on the under eye area, set it and proceed to do the same just under the lower lashes.

Now I don't use foundation, I don't like it and that's all, but if you do I'm assuming this would be the part in which you do that.

I do my blush with that same dusty pink, where I'd normally place my blush, for the little hearts what I did was do the dark pink ones with the same lipstick I used for eyeshadow and the orange and white ones with concealer - a liner brush will help you do that easily, the hearts don't need to be perfect -, the orange ones I place the heart shape with concealer and then apply eyeshadow right on top of it, then I brush it off, the white hearts it's mostly just concealer but you can apply the silver shimmer on top of it too.

Though if you have liquid eyeliner in those colors, just go for that, it's much easier lol

Then I carefully applied the tiniest bit of highlighter, used a clear mascara on my eyebrows and a lip balm on the lips.

Oh and mascara on the lashes.

Here's a tip, mascara is the glue that pulls the whole makeup together, you're only gonna know how it actually looks after you apply mascara in my personal experience, so... Trust the process.

Done.

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Do they have any artistic talent?

Have they ever been in a physical fight before? If so, with who? Who won?

If they could have one wish, what would they wish for?

What is something that they want but can’t have?

What makes them smile?

all @ both ned and bedwyr- hope that's not too much ghfhf

IT'S NOT TOO MUCH AT ALL you could send me a literal 20 page google doc of questions and i'd be like YESSS BRILLIANT

Do they have any artistic talent?

yes!!!!! bedwyr draws a bit (mainly people and animals) and he isn't bad at it either but he doesn't take it seriously and does it just for fun, éamonn however... he used to just do a little bit of sketching of landscapes and harbours in his downtime and thought little of it, but after about a year with the edwards, cedric (bedwyr's older brother who's an artist) sees one of the scraps of paper éamonn's been doodling on and gives him a lend of his paints and canvases and finds that he's actually really really talented with them

(FINALLY ned has a hobby. he does some really wonderful paintings of the scenery and when bedwyr sees his incredibly detailed paintings of landscapes in donegal from memory he realises just how much ned misses home even if he doesn't know it himself)

Have they ever been in a physical fight before? If so, with who? Who won?

bedwyr has been in too many to count but not serious ones KJNDG only fannying about... actual proper fights not really, he's thrown a punch here or there but never anything prolonged because that punch is usually the end of it. he does eventually have a proper punchup with kay but the details of that are a secret (ie i haven't written them yet) (i think it's fair to say he wins though cus it ends in kay being knocked out and having to be carried home unconcious)

éamonn's definitely been in a number of situations that SHOULD'VE ended in physical fights but he nearly always weasels his way out of it somehow. either he talks his way out or he'll just find a way to vanish into the crowd. if he needs to though he will absolutely fight dirty lmfao he knows his size is against him and he'll do literally anything to give himself an opportunity to finish it quickly and fuck off

If they could have one wish, what would they wish for?

oh THIS is a hard one.. i think bedwyr would wish he could fly which seems childish to some people (FOOLS) but he's like dead serious about it and has put thought into it. he loves birds and envies that they can just get up and go wherever... and as well as the sheer freedom of it he would just love to see so many places from above and see what they look like from above the clouds. if he'd been forced to fight in the war he would've wanted to be a pilot "'Cus then at least I'd get to see something beautiful before some fuck came and blew me up."

and éamonn... i don't think you'd ever get a straight answer out of him he'd say something different every time you ask probably and usually something cynical and sarcastic ("to be left the fuck alone") or the first thing that comes to his mind ("really fancy a 99 right now.")

but since i'm the one in his brain and aren't as held back by him as he is by himself i'll say that the very very first thing that i immediately thought of was radiohead.. a quiet life.. a pretty house and a pretty garden with no alarms and no surprises.. i think he'd also like to have a boat of his own though. that or to have been born in another time cus he thinks the future's a bit shite

(honestly though i think the most simple answer that the both of them would share would be just "to be happy")

What is something that they want but can’t have?

HAH we can repeat much of the previous answers here. i mean ned will probably get a 99 but he's not gonna get to be born in the golden age of sail. and bedwyr's not gonna learn to fly unfortunately.

there's a million things i could say for this... ned can't be the person he wishes he was and can't have the kind of "normal", simple life he wishes he had, bedwyr can't have the amount of friends and relations he's lost in the war back. i still don't even know if his oldest brother will survive or not let alone himself. i think generally it boils down to neither of them can change who they are and can't control much of what has happened, is happening and will happen around them but they can at least try to go towards a better future for themselves

What makes them smile?

animals immediately for bedwyr. he's almost always smiling when he's with them he just loves watching them and seeing all the little things they get up to... knows all their individual personalities and will often be seen having full on conversations with them.. especially the pigs they're his absolute favourite and could watch them all day

it is not at all difficult to make bedwyr smile though so if i tried to list everything we'd be here for a million years but generally besides animals being with his family (for the most part LMFAO) and his mates and seeing anywhere of natural beauty are the big ones.. like literally just being with people and being in nature and seeing beautiful things. a grand big dinner. tea and biccies. all of lifes Simple Joys..

funny little things éamonn does makes him smile as well. like literally just like observing all the little things his animals get up to that makes him laugh, all that man's funny ways of doing things get him the exact same be it cultural differences (which he is FASCINATED by and always wants to hear more about) or just the many many ways ned is a total weirdo. habits and things he has.. introducing him to new things he never would've seen before at home and seeing his reactions to them... (and ned takes notice of how bedwyr reacts to this and goes from slowly opening up to trying new things -> making bedwyr literally drop everything to come watch him do a live review of this type of tea he's never tried before or something)

then for éamonn it's an awful lot harder to think of things but they do certainly exist.. by midway through his third pint he's gonna be openly laughing at shit and by the fourth the stupidest things will have him in proper tears face down on the table in absolute bits laughing but if we IGNORE things where you have to get him drunk first...... hm.

he does love observing people and occasionally little things people will do will make him smile (like watching kids playing or two friends having a laugh), the animals on the farm make him smile too when he gets used to them and the times you'll REALLY see him beaming is when new animals are born (and it's within a month of living with the edwards that their lambing season starts and he's absolutely thrown in at the deep end of that and has to experience alll the grizzly bits)

like with bedwyr and his love of scenic spots a really gorgeous evening will often get him too and once bedwyr takes notice of this on clear days that offer the promise of one he'll find some excuse to drive them to the coast to watch the sun set on the irish sea. and maybe get some fish and chips too. like considering in that first year or two it was bedwyr's mission to make éamonn smile as much as possible to see what makes him tick i think you could really just simplify this answer to "bedwyr" but that'd be a bit sappy now

THANK YOU VERY VERY MUCH!!!!!! i know i keep saying it but i really really love answering these and it means the world to me that people wanna know anything about these guys :') i'm just sorry i always go on so long KJDNFG

#asks #bits and bobs #éamonn #bedwyr

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