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elavita · 1 year

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11/25/2022 - Struggle

Hi all, Finn again.

Very disappointed to not be coming out with the fanart anytime soon. I am currently refining my drawing skills. I was able to get everything done in the drawing but Charlie and Nick. Kinda the most important part. I've never really drawn people before, especially in the manga art style. I am trying to learn! Drawing on my iPad is weird though. I don't have an apple pencil, or any compatible pencil for that matter. I just use a stylus I have on the top of a pen. That worked well for when I was doing vector art, but not too well for this new style. Here I posted the attempt of me trying to draw a hand. Its meh, but ok I guess for the first time and doing it in 10 minutes.

The fingers are a little disproportioned, but I am getting better. It was just a sketch anyways.

I have never been the most coordinated individual when it comes to my motor skills. I used to go to OT in school to help with this. I feel like this lack of hand-eye skill may be contributing to my lack of ability to draw. Thats fine, it might take me longer to get better, but I do want to get better!

I am ready for the weekend. Eating was good today! Very proud of how much I ate. Now I just need to rebalance the macros in my diet, so I am eating less carbs.

My Black Friday shopping experience was quite the success. I got lots of stuff for Christmas. I really don't want to look at my bank account haha.

I tried to purchase tickets to an NFL game. I got tickets for a great game for my friend for Christmas. However, she was going to be out of town, and I didn't know. Long story short, because I had to resell them, I lost $80 :(. My parents and I got into a yelling match about this, along with my sister.

My sister is also going to an NFL game, but at an earlier date. I asked politely if we could switch, and if there was any possible way to exchange. I really wanted to take my friend for Christmas, because she loves our local professional football team. She claimed that I was yelling at her. Which, I wasn't, and my sister exaggerated per usual. See, my sister is one of those people who will claim your yelling at her even though you are muttering.

My parents called me out on losing the $80, which I know was stupid because I should have asked my friend if she was free. I just really wanted it to be a surprise. But it just turned into a circular yelling match once my sister chimed in. Don't be wrong, I am mad at myself for losing the money, because that isn't the first time I have been in that situation. However, I don't think it was fair for my whole family to gang up on me, even when they knew that I was upset at myself.

I just think everyone is a little on edge, because we brought my dog's ashes home today. I am still so distraught over his death. I feel sad, empty, and alone without him. He truly was my best friend. I wish I could still pet his silky white coat and see him run after a rabbit in our backyard again. I miss those days. I miss his 'mlems' and his feisty attitude. He was a good boy.

Anyways. I think tomorrow, I am going to try full body sketching on paper, maybe that will be easier for me as I don't necessarily have the best tools for the job on the iPad.

~ Finn

#graphic art #anxiety #art #alice oseman #nick and charlie #body image #mental illness #uni #university #heartstopper netflix #young royals #nick nelson #graphic novel #nerd #heartstopper tv #triggering stuff

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mmvalentine · 3 years

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Five Minutes | Feysand

I got this request from an ao3 user who later clarified they would like a "wrong bed fic" and I honestly don't even know what that is?!!! But of course I will give it a go...

The Day Court had the most beautiful theatre. Where the artists' quarter in Velaris was a passionate, bohemian little community, the theatre company of the Day Court was a high art rooted in millennia of culture and esteem. Rhys and Feyre were ushered down an honest-to-goodness red carpet on their way in, and their private box somewhere near the soaring arched ceiling was upholstered in rich, ox-blood velvet. Every ten years an invite went to all the courts for the grand opening of the Day Court's newest opera, and the event was the social gathering of the decade. The grandeur and class of the night was unrivalled across Prythian. And yet Rhys could not stop staring at Feyre's ass in that dress.

After being married for ten years, he really thought the urge to bend her over the nearest table would have dimmed. But there they were, given in the best seats in the house, with a production ten years in the making on its way, and all Rhys could do was drag his gaze over the curves of his mate's hind quarters. She was talking to someone, he had no idea who in the mother it was, and he was trying to look like he was listening as well while he snaked his arm around her and stroked his fingers over her hip.

In his defence, Feyre had spent a large portion of the last decade running after Nyx and wearing comfortable clothes that didn't mind getting all manner of stains and spills on them. Not that she wasn't achingly sexy in tights and one of his old sweaters, in fact his clothes on her drove him wild. But it had been a little while since she had worn something that hugged her like this, cupped her breasts and clung to her waist, hips and thighs before pooling on the floor. It was obscene. How were they in public right now?

Watch your hands, Feyre warned in his mind. We have company.

I can't help it, Rhys responded silkily. I just want to peel this thing off of you. Or maybe tear it to shreds with my teeth.

Well you'll have to wait, Feyre shot back. Believe it or not, I actually want to see this play. And besides, this dress was made by Emerie, you couldn't tear it if you tried.

Rhys bared his teeth in her mind. Would you like me to try? he asked. He slid a midnight claw over her mind. She batted him away.

I said later, she said. Now behave.

At that moment, a silver bell rang out over the theater, and Helion's voice drifted through the air with an amplifying spell.

"Welcome, dearest guests," the High Lord said. "I am so pleased you all could make it. If you would like to take your seats, the show will begin in five minutes."

Feyre bade goodbye to the guest she was talking to- Rhys just gave a curt nod, not at all caring who they were- and slid her arm around Rhys' waist as they walked off to their box. As soon as the guest had turned, Rhys squeezed a handful of her backside. Feyre swatted his chest.

"What's going on with you?" she asked. "Nothing," Rhys said, his lips against her temple. He drew the curtain to their private box. "You look incredible tonight." "Well thank you," Feyre said. "You're not bad yourself." She kissed him, and made to sit down next to Rhys, but he pulled her into his lap instead. Cupped his hands over her rear and pulled her lips back to his.

"Let's take a little walk," he said into her mouth. His hands squeezed at her waist. "Rhys, we're at a show." "He said five minutes," Rhys argued, and licked his tongue up the side of her throat. Feyre shivered. "Five is not so long," she said. Rhys grinned against her neck. "Five is plenty," he said, and then winnowed.

Feyre found herself in a darkened bedroom, door closed and curtains drawn, and Rhys pressing her down onto cool sheets. "Where are we?" she whispered. "Mmm," Rhys murmured. "I don't know, it's been so long since I've been in Helion's house. I just remember there being a bed here."

He pushed the skirts of Feyre's dress up her legs, and put his mouth right on her core, over her underwear. Feyre gasped at the suddenness of it.

"On someone else's bed?" she asked. Rhys pulled her underwear to the side, and licked her all the way up to her clit. "They'll never know," he said, and then she heard the clink of his belt buckle as Rhys resumed his attentions. A minute later, his face was back up over hers, lips wet from being between her legs.

"Ten years," he mused. "And I still just want to spend hours licking your every scrap of skin." "Five minutes," Feyre reminded him, and he grinned. "I can make you come in five minutes," he said, and kissed her at the same time as sliding straight inside her.

Feyre moaned into Rhys' mouth, and Rhys pulled back. "Hush now, darling," he whispered. "We're in someone else's house." His eyes sparkled. "I am going to fuck you hard until you come, and you are not going to make a single sound. Do you understand?"

Feyre nodded, and Rhys caught up her lips again. Started rocking into her, and then matching the movements of his tongue to his hips. Feyre's heart beat strong beneath him, and he hooked one of her legs over his elbow to get a deeper angle. Feyre huffed out a breath, but stayed silent.

"Good girl," Rhys crooned, and licked his thumb before placing it over her clit. He moved faster now, and kept up a steady and pounding pace.

"Do you know," he said in her ear, "I have been absolutely out of my mind all day, watching you." He moved his lips to the hollow under her jaw. "You, and your incredible ass in this fucking dress." Rhys began pressing kisses down her throat, open-mouthed kisses, kisses that gave way to a bite and a suck. "And all I've wanted to do for hours is get you alone." And all the while, he kept up his relentless rhythm. Feyre's breathing was coming in shallow pants now, and she had her bottom lip clenched between her teeth to keep her from crying out.

"Is that good, Feyre darling?" he asked her. She just nodded. His thumb pushed down a little more on her clit. "I love watching you like this," he told her. Driving his hips home. "On you back for me. With me deep inside you, right where I'm supposed to be. Do you know how fucking good you look?" He stopped speaking then, bit off a groan and listed to the incessant squeak and protest of the bed creaking. Feyre's mouth was moving with silent sounds. He smiled down at her.

"Are you close honey? Do you want to come for me?" Feyre nodded again. "Almost. I'm going to count down from five, and you can come when I tell you to." Feyre's eyes burned in the dark.

"Five," Rhys murmured. He leaned back a little, changing the angle and getting deeper still. "Four." His thumb moved in tight circles over her clit. "Three," he said, and now his own breaths were coming ragged. "Two." He sped up, his hips now moving erratically. "One," he ground out, close to the edge now and loving the view of Feyre writhing in tortured silence. "Now," he commanded, and Feyre exploded around him at the same time as he came hard inside her, clamping down on his own moans as Feyre's nails scratched at his back.

Rhys fell to Feyre's side and tugged her body into hers. "Good girl," he breathed again, and kissed her until they were falling asleep and somewhere far away, an opening curtain was rising.

Four hours later, Helion opened his bedroom door to find the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court in his bed. They blinked at him when he flicked the light on.

"Well," he said, voice full of merry amusement. "Is it my birthday already?"

*****

This is a little rushed because it's almost 1am but it's also the first time I've been able to post all week and I hate that. So I'm sorry if it's a bit of a mess! I miss you guys when I get too busy x

TAGLIST: @ghostlyrose2 @highladysith @stardelia @feysand-babies @tillyrubes10 @ratabrasileira @live-the-fangirl-life @maybekindasortaace @annejulianneh111 @thebonecarver @rowaelinismyotp @loosingdreams @whythefuckdoiexist

MASTERLIST

UPDATE: There's now a Part 2!!! By special request.

#prompt fill #feysand #feysand fics

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wordstrings · 3 years

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Okay okay okay, wait, how do you draw such good hands? Like, I use references all the time for my drawings, but I can never get measurements or proper knuckle placing. They always come out like terribly illustrated blobs a 5 year old drew 😅😅 do you have any tips on how to do them, other than reference photos?

Also, your arts and that one fic you've done for tickltobrr this year? They are immaculate, and your fic, I cannot think about too hard or I will spontaneously combust

I don't know if this will help but I tried! Full disclosure, I went to art school but I haven't drawn much for over a decade. But also, art is something you figure out as you go, and there's no right/wrong way to work out how you like to do it! Even just in this past week, I've decided I liked and disliked certain parts of my process and how I'm using the tools I have, so there are already things I'm doing differently in today's art versus last week's art.

(Oh, and here's a link to the mentioned tickletober fic post in case anybody wants it! 😉)

Okay, onward we go! Hands! Tickly hands, to be precise.

(Tools used: 6th gen iPad, 1st gen Apple Pencil, Procreate app)

The art for day 8 called for a pair of hands, so I drafted them up separately in advance to use as an example. The video moves pretty fast, so I hope pausing and scrubbing through it will help. For some reason the right hand was giving me a hell of a time and I did it twice in this video, and then redid it again while I worked on the full art piece today because I wasn't happy with it. So I guess tip #1 is that things don't always work out the first time! Take a break, eat a snack, and come back to it later.

On my reference pic up in the corner, I first drew some lines over it to indicate the basic shapes and anatomy cues I'm looking at while drawing. (I don't normally do this, but I wanted to note the things I pay attention to so you can see how they translate.) This includes the trapezoidal shape of the palm, the angle of the thumb, and the lines of the metacarpals to guide where the fingers will go. I then sketched out these shapes as guidelines for myself, then worked on getting the lines down.

For fingers, I prefer to start by drawing the "spine," the bony back that has the most solid structure. I combat "blobby" tendencies by choosing to accent the knuckles, or anywhere a sharper angle can feasibly be put. Most times I'm actually using a slightly concave line where reality is convex. I rarely am trying to get lengths exactly correct; in the words of my figure drawing professor, "If it looks right, it is right." This is illustration, and the point is for it to feel like the right shapes and movement.

After I'm satisfied with the spine, I draw the flesh underneath, using curves more than angles. I pay particular attention to the shapes of the fingertips, as I feel like there's enough nuance in that small curve to impact how the whole finger is read. More pointed, and it's delicate. More squared, and it's beefy. I can create a nice suggestion of fingernails by allowing the spine and fingertip curve to meet at a right or slightly acute angle. (The middle finger of the right hand kind of turns out this way by the end, which wasn't my intention but I was fed up with it and not doing it again at that point.)

The thumb is one of my favorite fingers to draw, as it's so satisfying when it turns out right. It's only got two joints where the other fingers have three, so it's fun to play with the curves and angles to get just the right suggestion of what it's doing.

Pop a little bump of an ulnar wrist bone in there at the bottom and slap on some forearm lines. Ta-da, hand!

(Add some wiggly movement lines, and these hands are made for ticklin'.)

And of course, pay attention to your own hands! Notice what knuckles you can move independently and those you can't, what fingers tend to stay close to each other versus spreading out when doing certain movements. Take a picture and look at the negative spaces. And the tip that nobody wants: practice! 😊

#wordstrings shares things #strings does art #ask #swift..fox

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daybreak-tkler · 4 years

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Punishments.

Title: ‘Rule Breaker- part 2'

https://gigglee-joong.tumblr.com/post/189142523393/punishments

Please read the first part before this one!

Lee(s): Sanha

Ler(s): MJ and JinJin

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The first punishment was simple enough, of course it was. Sitting in his hyung's lap? Yeah.. They were definitely going easy on him. There's a first time for everything, he supposed. Myungjun was squeezing the boy tightly so he couldn't escape from his position and Jinwoo was ready to attack. "ready Sanha?" Myungjun asks in a teasing tone. Desperately, the maknae shook his head. Jinwoo only looked amused as he dug his fingers into Sanha's sides. "nohohohohoho!! Hyuhuhuhung plehehehease!" The youngest begs and the two oldest members only shake their heads fondly. "oh Sanha, you never learn." Jinwoo playfully sighs as he squeezes the younger's tummy "begging won't get you anywhere with us~" he sing songs. The maknae squeals as he feels twenty fingers scurrying around his torso in every place he could think of. His ribs, his tummy, his pits. MJ didn't even have to hold him in place anymore because he was already laughing so hard. Soon enough the torture stopped. "ten minute break, hun. While we prep you for the next one." MJ says softly, gently pushing the younger from his lap.

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The next punishment wasn't as bad, he guessed. JinJin was sitting on his ankles with myungjun opposite him. The two of them can't help but spend a moment or two teasing Sanha about his socks. "wowie, JinnieJin. Look at these cute little socks!" Myungjun gasps teasingly, grinning ear to ear. "wow~ this maknae must like chicks a lot~" Jinwoo muses. Sanha, who's face was bright red, whines "hyungs! Just get it over and done with! Stop teasing!" he asks brattily. The two just share a look before giggling to themselves. A teasing finger or two start stroking at the boy's feet. "nuhuhuhuhu.." The baby chick squeaks. "plehehehease juhuhuhust dohoho it!" he begs. "alright maknae, whatever you want!" wait.. That actually worked? Oh wow.. That never usually works.. Sanha thought. Slowly, the two socks are peeled off of Sanha's feet; leaving them bare. Both pairs of hands start working on the boy's soft feet. "ahahahahahhaa!!" The youngest was immediately in laughter. "coochie coochie coo!~" MJ coos "sing for us maknae!" he giggles in a teasing manner. "does it tickle a lot?" Jinwoo asks in mock curiosity. "yehehehehehahahas! Stahahahahahap!"

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"I look silly.." Sanha whines as his hands were tied over his head. "weeeell~ I think you deserve to look silly." MJ muses, tapping the maknae's tummy. Sanha pouts softly. He looks down to see that the eldest was unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt, revealing his soft tummy. "this one's suuuuper simple Sanha-ssi. Five raspberries and you can't laugh." he explains. "what happens if I laugh?" The youngest asks cutely. Myungjun only smiles "more raspberries. Oh! And the others are gonna help us out with this one." he nods. Sanha didn't think he had ever blushed harder when the other three members walked in to see the position he was in. "oho! So the maknae is finally getting punished for being rude to his hyungs!" Minhyuk teases. He seemed eager. Speaking of being eager, Minhyuk went first. He straddled Sanha's lap and gave the other a smile of pure evil. He took a deep breath in before blowing a raspberry on Sanha's soft tummy. Sanha bit down so harshly that his lip might've started to bleed. Next was Moonbin, he had this stupid cute smile when he was looking down at Sanha. The young boy's face flushed. Another raspberry was sent to Sanha's tummy, right on top of his belly button. Next was Eunwoo. Honestly, Sanha was completely unprepared for what the other said. He leans down to Sanha's ear and whispers a bit. "I know how embarrassed you must be at the moment, don't worry though. I'd be embarrassed too if the others saw my underwear." he teases and leans back up for a moment. The maknae's face was a deep scarlet as he only just realised that his underwear could be seen a little bit from where his shorts had fallen down a little bit. They had cute little cartoon bears on them. How embarrassing. He was so embarrassed by it in fact that when Eunwoo blew a raspberry on his tummy he forgot that he couldn't laugh and burst out into loud squeals.

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"I've been tickled, embarrassed and teased. Now what?" he asks in a whining tone. "we can make you more embarrassed if you want~" Myungjun smiles as he watches the maknae shake his head desperately. "this one's nicer since the last two are gonna be super mean." Jinwoo explains. Yeah, sure. Having three massagers strapped to your tummy is a whole lot nicer. "we'll be back in a bit with a drink for you, kay? Don't have too much fun because we aren't done yet!~" Myungjun teases as he switches on the massagers and quickly takes Jinwoo's hand, leaving the maknae to suffer for a while. "EHEHEHHAHAHA!" was all that could be heard from the shrieking maknae.

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Sanha throws his head back and laughs loudly, pulling on his arms and legs to no avail. "ahahahahahha!! Nyahhahaahhehehe! Pleehehehehehehehease!!" The boy squeals. "please what? Please continue? You've got it, hun." Myungjun teases as both him and Jinwoo made the torture even worse. The scrubbing at his soles that were wriggling in the stocks and the scratching at his underarms got even worse. Sanha was crying at this point until the torture randomly stopped. "... H-Hyungs.. I've learnt my lesson now I promise..." he huffs out causing the eldest to giggle "don't thing you're getting out that easily~ we've got one more thing up our sleeves~" he sing songs. The baby chick looks confused for a moment but his eyes widen when JinJin grins, showing the boy a pack of markers. Sanha's face visibly pales. "First you get a bigger break, because we're not holding back this time." Myungjun nods as he gives the younger a drink and a snack. He strokes Sanha's hair in sympathy as the younger eats. "this wouldn't have happened if you stuck to the schedule, yanno?" The eldest muses. "I know.." Sanha whines.

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"hello students!~ welcome to my art class!" Myungjun giggles. He had a shaking Sanha who was stretched out in the spread-eagle position and four very eager 'art students' with some colorful markers at the ready. "The only rule is to not overwhelm the canvas, mkay? This may be a punishment but the canvas still needs to be treated with respect! Understood?" he asks "yes teacher!" The other four chime.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Sanha shrieks as he feels all of the different marker pens brushing gently over his soft and sensitive skin. There was no way he would survive this.

Sanha had been reduced to a crying, laughing mess. The other five had covered his body in tickly drawings. Minhyuk had drawn some more.. Inappropriate things... On Sanha's thighs and legs. Eunwoo had drawn some cute cartoons on the baby chick's tummy, he drew a lot of the bear cartoon that was on Sanha's underwear near the boy's shorts too. Moonbin had drawn feathers and teasing words wherever he could and the two eldest had teamed up to just draw squiggles all over the maknae's poor body. "alright class! Now it's time for the most important part!" Myungjun explains. "washing the canvas!" The small boy squeals. A loud "NO!!" is heard from the maknae though and Myungjun bursts into bubbly laughter. "I'm joking! Now it's time to cuddle the baby chick, he's learnt his lesson that's for sure."

And Sanha definitely had, he was never going to stay out later again if he could help it.

#Lee sanha #Astro tickles

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