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woso-fan13 · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023: 1 (Arsenal)

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

You had laughed at the viral video of Sam hip checking a pitch invader, the move being such a classic Sam move that you didn’t even think about the possibility that something bad could have happened. It seemed so unlikely that someone would manage to make it past security, onto the pitch, and then over to the players just to harm one of them.

But it happened. It was the 86th minute and you had just assisted Beth with an absolute banger. You were resting your hands on your head, not paying attention as you tried to force air back into your lungs before the game restarted.

You weren’t paying attention to much of what was happening, only noticing when you heard multiple players- teammates and opponents alike- shouting your name in a panic. You looked up to see a very large- very scary- man charging towards you. You did what most teenage girls would do in your position and froze.

He rams into you, knocking the two of you to the ground forcefully. His tackle was definitely more American football style than the type of football you usually played.

You lay on the ground, this man who is easily a foot taller than you and double your weight crushing you. You can’t scream, can’t move, you’re just paralyzed with fear.

In a recurring theme, Sam Kerr decides to handle the situation herself. You can finally take a breath- shallow and shuddering- as you watch your opponent pull this beast of a man off of you and stand over him. Your panicked eyes manage to find security, making their way over, but that’s the last thing you see before you’re enveloped into a hug and your vision is obscured by someone’s body.

Viv. Viv was safe. So you latched on to Viv, your fingers gripping into her jersey as you shoved your face into her neck. You were spiraling and Viv was your safety net.

The next little while is a blur, but you remember getting taken to the side of the pitch. When Viv tried to push you into someone else’s hold, you freaked out. Sobbing, you clung tighter to her, begging her not to leave. Leah was shocked that you wouldn’t move into her embrace, she knew that you trusted her. Trying to help you out, she unlatches your hands and tries to pull you into her arms.

You become dead weight, sobs breaking through your hyperventilation. Jonas took pity on you, telling Viv she could be subbed out to stay with you. The woman quickly picked you up off the ground, carrying you back through the tunnel and into the locker room.

She sat on the bench in front of your locker, cradling you in her lap. She rocked gently, speaking quietly to you in Dutch. You couldn’t understand her, but the process and the soothing tone calmed you and you were able to regain control of your breathing. Even as your sobs slowed and eventually stopped, Viv kept up the calming repetition. By the time you had finally calmed down enough that Viv was no longer afraid that you were going to make yourself sick, you were slumped into her, your exhaustion clear.

Explaining everything to you before she makes any move, Viv manages to rinse you off in a shower and get you dressed in a sweatsuit. She has you sitting in between her legs as she brushes your hair out when the locker room door opens.

It was quiet, something that was a rarity for the team. Everyone was in shock still, the previous events having shaken everyone up. You huddled closer to Viv as everyone entered. Realistically, you knew that they would never hurt you- the whole team had become older sisters to you. But still, the nagging thought in the back of your mind was that he might be there, coming for you.

Everyone’s gaze was sympathetic as they looked at you, giving you a wide berth. You sat still for the next while, watching as everyone went to shower and put on clean clothes. No one approached you until Viv gestured to Leah and Beth to come over. The two women walked slowly, not wanting to spook you. Beth moves to sit next to Viv and Leah crouches in front of you. You can hear Viv whispering something to Beth, but you can’t make out what she’s saying.

“Schatje,” Viv says, getting your attention, “I need to go shower. You’re going to stay right here with Beth and Leah, and I will be back as soon as I can.”

Partway through her sentence- when you realized that she would be leaving- you turned your body enough to cling to her again. You wiggle as close as you can to her, tears beginning to flow again.

“I know it’s going to be hard, but you’re going to be okay. I just need 10 minutes, I can leave a timer on my phone. After that, you’re coming home with Beth and I and we can cuddle for the rest of the night,” Viv had hoped that the promise of a quick reunification and snuggles would be enough to convince you to let go.

It wasn’t. You began sobbing harder, your cries becoming more frantic as you felt someone else rest a hand on your back. You squirmed, trying to get away from the other person while staying as close to Viv as you possibly could. Your panic only heightened when you heard Beth whisper, “just go,” to Viv.

You began hyperventilating, pleading with Viv to stay between breaths. She couldn’t leave, you needed her.

You felt her shift under you, and you felt another pair of arms wrap around you from the back. It was awkward, but you were transferred into Beth’s arms, your back to her chest. Her grip around you was tight, her hug keeping your arms down at your side.

You’re fully panicking at this point, and it only increases when you see Viv stand up and walk away. As soon as the door shuts behind her, you become inconsolable.

Leah resumes her position in front of you, very carefully moving her hands towards you. She makes sure that you see her, that you’re aware of her presence, before she puts her hands on either side of your face. Still, you flinch.

She angles your head so that you’re looking directly at her, panic also evident in her eyes. This was a situation that no one had seen before, the team’s happy-go-lucky little sister was broken.

“You’re alright, Love, you’re going to be okay. Viv’ll be back as soon as she can, and then we’ll get you home. No one in this room is going to let anything else happen to you, you’re safe,” Leah continues to speak calmly and reassuringly to you, still holding your head so you’re forced to look at her.

Your eyes are wide, frantically searching the room for any possible threats. After about five minutes of Leah reassuring you and Beth holding you tightly, you finally make eye contact with Leah. Both women breathe a sigh of relief. It might be small, but it’s an improvement.

A few minutes after that, your breathing becomes somewhat more controlled. You’re sobbing and your breath is hitching as you choke and cough around your sobs, trying to catch your breath. But you weren’t actively having a panic attack, which, again, is an improvement.

Leah, feeling bold, moves one hand to smooth back your hair. When she feels you lean every so slightly into the touch, she continues stroking your hair. You were coming back to them, albeit slowly.

You’re so distracted by looking at Leah as she guides you through your breathing that you don’t notice the door open. You’re not even aware as a figure approaches, fully trusting Leah and Beth to keep you safe. You only notice as this person sits beside you and rests a hand on your leg.

Viv. Viv is safe. Again, you throw yourself at her, almost knocking her off the bench. The only difference this time is that your legs are still in Beth’s lap, and Leah still had a hand resting on the back of your head.

Viv hugs you tightly. She would never admit it, but she hadn’t wanted to separate from you either. Realistically, she knew you were safe and that you would be okay with your teammates. But, still, a little part of her didn’t want to let go and give anything else the chance to hurt you. She could feel your hands gripping into her shirt, clutching like you were afraid she would disappear. She held you just as tightly.

After you have calmed down from your reunification, Beth and Leah slowly remove themselves. The three women hear as you whimper slightly at the loss, Beth and Leah having to hold back smiles. Instead, they gather all of their belongings, shoving them into bags as quickly as they can. Beth grabs Viv’s bag and Leah grabs yours, and the two return to you in about a minute.

It would take some time, but the three women would eventually coax you out to the car, Viv settling in the back seat with you. The other two sat in the front, almost constantly staring back at you in the mirror.

The drive was short, and you pulled up to a familiar house. Viv steps out of the car, pulling you into her arms. The simple act of getting you away from the stadium had allowed you to calm considerably, and you were no longer crying. Your breathing was steady and slow, your eyes blinking heavily as both physical and emotional exhaustion consumed you. But you knew you were going to be taken inside and snuggled between all of the women. Everyone already knew that Leah would be staying, the woman already having invited herself over. And tomorrow, though you didn’t know it, the rest of the team would be showing up with breakfast. With your support system, you would be okay.

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 7 months

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𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻: 𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱

Content Includes: Lee Know x inexperienced!fem reader, PRAISE!!, smut, 18+, kissing, 'realistic' sex, missionary, doggy style, emotional sex w crying, possessive!lee know, unprotected sex (don't do it), hand-holding, soft!dom lee know, overstimulation, aftercare

Word Count: 1.3 K

This fic is related to my First!Time February fic with Lee Know, it's not necessary to read it but it will give you more context.

‘Turn over for me honey, I’ll get you ready’

Lee Know gazed down at you with fondness as he gently fluffed the pillow under your hips, gently stroking your naked skin before bringing another pillow for you to lay your arms and head on.

‘You look so beautiful here on my sheets’

He watched your face blush scarlett as you lay face down in the bed, your lashes peeking through the strands of hair brushing against your face.

‘You say that every time we have sex’

A soft chuckle was heard from Lee Know’s chest and the corners of his eyes crinkled in happiness, his hands rubbing the backs of your thighs as he shifted over you.

‘Because it’s true and I just like how red your cheeks get when I say it’.

Your muffled giggle against the pillow caused his heart to stir with love as he gently grabbed your right knee and hitched it in a right-degree angle, watching your skin shiver in anticipation.

‘You okay?’

‘Yeah…just nervous’.

It had been months since Lee Know invited you to his apartment, months since you sobbed in his arms and months since Lee Know whispered ‘I’ll be your first’.

‘I’ll be gentle’.

And he was your first boyfriend, the first boyfriend you introduced to your family, the first boyfriend you posted on Instagram and the first boyfriend to say ‘I love you’.

He also introduced you to the world of sex and pleasure…well, pleasure with another person and not just from fingers and silicone.

And introduced you to new positions and angles, with a focus lately on him entering you from behind.

You and Lee Know had attempted the classic ‘doggy style’ before but the angle was too deep, the stretch too wide and quite frankly…it hurt.

A mutual decision was made to try the ‘speed bump’ position instead, lying flat on your stomach with your right knee angled towards your chest, mimicking your favourite sleeping position.

A hiss left your mouth as Lee Know stretched you with his fingers, feeling your cum and lube drip out from you from the numerous orgasms he had already given you with his tongue and fingers.

‘Lee Know…honey…I’m ready’

You whined impatiently into the pillow and wiggled your hips in an attempt to entice him, fingers twisting in the sheets.

‘I know honey, but I’m not-I just want to look at you a bit longer’.

He positioned himself behind you and ran his hands down your back and over the curve of your arse, admiring the masterpiece in front of him and imprinting the image in his mind for him to jerk off too when the moment arises.

‘Okay, enough looking and more touching’.

Lee Know pressed his knees to the bed as he hovered over your body, supporting himself with his hands pressed next to your face, his hair tickling your cheeks and his breath warm in your ear.

‘Can I put it in?’

You nodded as you moved slightly and braced yourself, lifting your head up to try and look him in the eye.

‘Please, want to feel you’.

Lee Know’s smirk was followed with his soft eyes and he kissed your cheek with a loud noise before leaning back, angling the tip of his cock near your entrance.

‘I’ll go slow’.

A choked out moan left Lee Know’s throat as you clenched around him halfway, his forehead leaning against your shoulder as he nuzzled his nose against your skin as a means of comfort.

‘You’re doing so well honey, so tight and warm and fucking perfect, I’m almost there honey’.

Your groans were muffled by the pillow as Lee Know entered you, the angle was deep and it felt like his cock was filling you out more than it did when you facing him and the sensation was borderline uncomfortable as he bottomed out, knuckles turning white from out roughly you were gripping the sheets.

Lee Know’s body was shaking above you as he fought the desire to move because your body was tense and your whines and moans indicated your body was overwhelmed from the new sensation.

‘You’re taking me so well but I need to move okay?’

You felt the sensation of Lee Know’s lips pressing soft kisses against your face and neck, his fingers splayed out near your face as he engaged his core.

‘Mmmm, yeah, just…ahhh…slowly’.

A shuddering gasp was heard in the room as Lee Know slowly pulled out as he felt your cunt clench around him, a whiney gasp of your name was heard as he SLOWLY thrusted back in.

Deep pants and husky moans lingered as Lee Know rambled praises in your room and with every sound you made, his heart filled with gratitude and his insides clenched with how much CARE he had for you.

‘Wait-honey, I want to move, I want to look at you’.

Your body was limp as you let Lee Know manhandle you and your mind was hazy with pleasure and new sensations, whining his name as he shifted you on your back with the pillow still under his hips.

‘God, I adore you’.

Lee Know kissed you lovingly, messily as his hands cradled your face and his tongue swiping into your mouth, his teeth nipping into your bottom lip and when he pushed back inside of you, he swallowed your moan with a sigh.

You pulled away to hitch your legs around his hips and arms around his shoulders, admiring how beautifully wrecked he looked in this moment.

His eyes black, hazy and glassy with his shaggy hair hanging over his brow, sweat beading on his upper lip and his bottom lip all plushy-red and swollen.

‘It’s like you’re fucking made for me honey’ He breathed into your neck, feeling your fingers grasp at his right hand.

‘You’re mine’

He opened his right hand and interlaced his fingers with yours, fingers pressing against yours with every thrust, his pacing becoming more frenzied and self-control failing.

‘And I meant it when I said I’ll be your last’

You could feel rushed and desperate kisses across your face as his precision hit your g-spot every time, feeling zaps of electricity build in your core and travel all the way down to the balls of your feet.

‘You gave me your heart and I’ll trust you with my soul’

His voice was cracking and tears filled his eyes with pent-up emotion and need that sex somehow always made him release.

Especially when he was on top of you, inside of you and gazing down at you and seeing, feeling the trust and love you have towards him.

‘And I love you, and I’ll take care of you because you deserve it honey’

It was minutes later when Lee Know released inside of you with a whine of your name, removing his fingers from yours as his head settled on your chest and his cock still warm and hard inside of you.

There was silence as you both recovered and let your mind settle back into normalcy, Lee Know being the first to end the moment when he looked up at you with tear-stained cheeks.

‘You didn’t cum, did you?’

‘No but it’s fine-honestly’

You winced when Lee Know pulled his cock out and you hesitated when he shifted his head down towards your naval, fervently grabbing onto his shoulders.

‘Please…it’s okay honestly, I don’t think I can handle anymore’.

Reassurance was felt in his gaze as he rubbed tender circles on your hips, murmuring ‘okay’ with each peck on your skin.

He pulled himself up and gave you one final kiss, this time it was tender and languid, followed by a gentle kiss to your forehead.

‘I mean it. I mean every word I say’.

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sanctus-ingenium · 2 years

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WIPs of some of my drawings where i made a full little painting for the sketch to nail colours or values first. i thought it would be fun to do a Behind The Scenes and also show u how some drawings changed, what i kept and what i discarded and at what point i just started adding unplanned details

all these were done using a mixture of sai and procreate

more comments on The Process under the cut

eye of the otherworld is inspired by a real photo i took two weeks ago!

i soooo wanted to draw water that looked like this, weeds and all, so the original colours of that sketch were picked direct from the photo. but i wasn’t satisfied with it so i changed it using a gradient map (you can see it’s crunchy on the borders between colours). for the final, i re-painted everything again using the sketch colours as a guide so that i would not end up with the crunchy edges a gradient map will give u, and so that i could add in extra contrast over the top. the black swirl pattern in the final was an ad lib lol but i’m really happy with how it gives the impression of water or liquid even if it’s not realistic... i will try again to recreate something like this photo tho because i am obsessed. the birds were originally swans but the necks were driving me crazy i needed a bird with a shorter neck and grebes are associated with this location in canon so it was perfect. they have very funny feet. the last detail i added to this was the white flashes in their primary flight feathers (which do not occur in nature btw)

hanged man was an interesting one because it’s based on a sketch i made in 2020 when i first wrote this fun impalement scene

here is félix being impaled for the first time in 2020 by a rusted harpoon that essentially rips his human disguise off to reveal the black carapace underneath

for the coloured sketch in the photoset i re-lined this exact sketch in sai to update it to match my current lineart style, but as you can see i realised the pose itself needed work and not just a re-line so i completely redid it in procreate to exaggerate the pose and gestures. i went into this one already knowing exactly what bg colours i wanted so that was no issue but the hardest part was weirdly figuring out what he was going to be standing on. in canon he is standing on top of a very high wall and leaning back over a fatal drop. the black pencil lines in the clouds and the bird were ad libbed but i liked the idea of throwing the bird in as some extra symbol of freedom the likes of which you will not experience if you have been shot with a harpoon. the green was not working at all so the swap out to more purpley pink tones was last minute. i unified the different colours by using a colour-shifting brush (you’ll see that his gaiters are different colours - i didn’t hand pick those, the colour jitter did)

for Big Pascal... originally it was going to be a confrontation between the guy on the ground and pascal but i wasn’t feeling the standing pose and it ended up being... if not restful then at least maybe a little more benevolent than the shadow of colossus shit it was before. the white cracks in the sky were originally going to be black but it just didn’t work. a lot of people tag this one as some form of cowboy aesthetic which is funny to me. there’s no cowboys here

i do like the lens flare effect in the b&w thumbnail tbh and i think i kind of lost the low camera angle effect in the final

i drew a bonus comic of the two characters interacting during this scene (mostly the lil guy just trying to ignore what’s happening in the sky)

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starrylevi · 5 months

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Better Days ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

You don’t know if it’s the comedown from the meds, your period, or one of your disorders making you feel this extreme sadness but you need this feeling to go away. It’s more annoying than anything. You’re not one to compare anyone’s pain but Levi’s been through an entire war in which he lost his eye, a couple of fingers, and his ability to walk. The war in your head is nothing compared to that. So what you do is you grit your teeth and just try to ride this almost debilitating wave of misery until it’s over.

Of course you’re silly to think that Levi wouldn’t be able to tell something’s wrong. He’s lost some things but he definitely hasn’t lost his perceptiveness.

“Oi…” His tone is soft as he places a hand on your thigh, taking you out of your thoughts. You realize he’s right in front of you and he’s wearing a small frown. When did he get here?

You blink rapidly, your surroundings slowly coming into focus. “Hey.” You reply, your tone also soft but there’s an underlying tiredness in your voice and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Levi.

“You okay?” He asks you, giving you the chance to open up and be honest, his eyes looking at you with concern.

You blink a few more times, still in a bit of a daze. “Yeah, I’m just-“

“Don’t do that.” He cuts you off gently. You know what those words mean. You know better than to lie to me. And you do know better. But you also don’t want to burden him.

You give him a tired smile and continue. “Really, Levi-“

“C’mere.” He cuts you off again with a pat to his thigh, beckoning you to sit on him.

“Your legs, Levi.” You remind him, worried your weight on him will put too much pressure on the lower half of his body.

“I don’t care.” He sighs before he grabs you by the waist, surprising you with his upper body strength despite you knowing that he continues to keep himself in shape, especially when it comes to his arms and core. He places you onto his lap and positions you so that you’re sitting bridal style on him in his wheelchair.

“Levi…” You whine, although you let out a slight chuckle as your arms find their home around his neck.

“Mm?” He looks down at you, his eyebrows raised as his arms encircle you.

You roll your eyes playfully as he feigns stupidity.

He gives you a small smirk before his expression softens, concern still present in his eyes. “Seriously, what is it?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses his forehead against yours.

You sigh yourself before your shoulders raise in a defeated shrug as you look back up at him. “I don’t know…I’m just sad.” You give him a glum smile.

And there’s the truth. It hurts him to know you’re feeling this way and there’s no way for him to realistically help. He wishes he can reach inside you and pull all of the negative feelings out. He would swallow them himself if he could. He can deal with sadness but it’s a struggle to watch you deal with it. So for now he tries to help as best as he can through his touch, holding you tight against his chest as he places kisses on your skin. He might not know what to say but he knows how to touch you to remind you of the promise he made to you before the war, of living through better days. You are his better days. They don’t exist without you. But more importantly, you deserve better days. You deserve the laughter, the hugs, and the happy tears. Better days are coming, but they’re also here. And Levi’s willing to go through hell and back to make sure you stay for them.

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bao3bei4 · 10 months

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ON THE TSHIRT METHOD TO WRITING ESSAYS IN YOUR OWN TIME:

i have had a couple people mention to me that they would like to write essays too, but they are a little out of practice. so i thought i should gather some scattered thoughts into one place. this is not a systematic guide. i am young and inexperienced and still working out things for myself, but this is my basic process and some things that have helped me, summarized.

my biggest single piece of advice is to write with your proverbial pussy. you are not writing for a grade so don't act like it. forget rigor, forget academic style, etc. read what you're interested in, and write following up on the threads that you're interested in. don’t sweat the details. just do you.

if you still need more advice..... here’s a long winded post.

step zero: if you have no clue what you want to say yet

read. and read a lot.

but be realistic. be kind to yourself. your attention is a precious resource, and it is getting eaten up by shit out of your control all the time. if you’ve had a busy day, you may still have the brain power left to read. i almost never do. lol. so make sure to carve out time on a day off, if possible. otherwise you might end up completely fried, reading the same sentence over and over, and ending up scrolling on your phone LMAO. <-- painful lesson also to this end, if you haven’t picked up a denser book in a while, start with shorter articles, especially ones written more recently. if your attention wanders, try getting a physical book instead. the most important thing is just starting things you’ll actually read. i’ve seen a lot of people (and been that person) who was like. “oh i’m going to start with THE canonical text in a subject i’m interested in” which makes sense right? but that book is inevitably long and dense and convoluted and boring. you can come back to it later. this shouldn’t feel like a chore!

genuinely this is the most helpful thing you can do is just. read anything. it may be difficult at first (or always), but it is still the easiest way to engage with the foremost experts from around the world and the entirety of written history on any subject you are interested in. there’s not really a substitute to this.

note: you may say that people can and do come up with brilliant ideas independently of their access to written works. this is true! but if you are one of them, you should skip this section/post, because you already know what you want to say. okay that was a little too facetious. let me revise: when i say that, without reading, it will be hard to come up with more complex ideas than what you have now, that isn’t necessarily pejorative. maybe your current ideas and impulses are original and meaningful and complex. if they aren’t, however, you don’t have to resign yourself to it. your experiences in real life are the most valuable thing you can bring to the table, but it can be very difficult to articulate and contextualize them without community—whether that be irl, or the simple textual company of other writers. you can let other people help you and teach you. basically, this is a long winded way of saying something extremely simple: reading is not the only way to gain knowledge, or even the best. but it is an extremely consistent and relatively egalitarian way.** **scihub and libgen and sometimes the public library are your friends. (my local library’s book coverage is spotty) who cares about piracy. LMAO.

you may surprise yourself by how nicely you fall into little spirals. you read one thing. and you are enamored with the way the author approaches their subject. so you end up reading everything else they’ve written, and then you start on the authors they list that inspire them in their interviews. maybe you just read one article that’s a little dry but it cites something else that seems far more interesting. read that next. and so on.

if you are struggling to read that’s okay. you have options. start a book club (or just get a friend who also wants to read more). if that sounds like too much work, pick a friend to keep updated on all your new facts. you just want to get used to reading something, and telling someone your favorite parts again. skim books. skip the boring parts. drop them entirely and find a more interesting one. no one’s going to quiz you. this is for your own enjoyment.

also important here: read books that make you want to write. sometimes this is because the methods and/or prose of the author are so exciting, you want to do something just like that. sometimes it’s because the content is so exciting, you want to say something about that too. sometimes they speak so powerfully to your own life, you want to tell people this is me!! i see this!! there are books i just enjoy reading, sure, and i do read them. but you know how, like, a good movie makes you want to tell stories too? good theory should do that too, in my opinion.

step one: you have some ideas now.

these ideas don’t have to be set in stone. but you should have an idea now of what you might talk about. personally, for me, i have two interconnected types of essay ideas.

interventions. this is like [tumblr voice] Why Is Nobody Talking About This. i see some sort of hole. maybe i know how to fill it, maybe i don’t.

free associations. basically i read one thing, or some analysis of one thing. and then it reminded me of another thing. and i’m like. i want to tease apart their connections, their similarities, and their differences.

there are more types of ideas, i’m sure. but these are the ones i consistently have. with me, the second kind is more common. very rarely do i find that my thoughts are that original. rather, i’ve found that one of my strengths as a writer is being able to make connections that other people haven’t made, or haven’t made in depth before. IN MY OPINION.

so i find it quite flexible. maybe i watch a movie, and it reminds me of my own life, because i think two women in the movie could be sad queer freaks. and i’m a sad queer freak. or it could be that i think scum villain could be analyzed through the framework of freudian psychoanalysis. you get the idea.

at this stage of the process, i don’t have a thesis, necessarily. but i have a couple phrases i’m drawn to. i have a bullet point or two. i have vibes.

to use an example from this blog, one of my friends hui once mentioned that that one fan image was going around again. we were going ughhh it’s victorian not chinese! together and they said “you should write a meta on it.” i wasn’t sure quite yet what i had to say. but i knew a couple things.

this is, incidentally, because i had done some research into chinoiserie before, because i had cited the zuroski book for a paper i had to write for an english class some years before on pride and prejudice and its use of descriptions of material culture, an essay that in turn was inspired by my random yet deeply felt conviction that jane austen hated me personally and wanted to kill me. this is why i encourage reading a lot. i think.

to work on this stage, make lists. lots of them. i have a .txt file where i keep every essay idea i have. a lot of them are a sentence. or they're lists of books or theorists i think i could make something out of. or they're theses that feel true, but i’m not sure why yet.

it took me a while to get to this point. just like with writing fic, there was a period when i first started where i was like. i only have one idea. i’m going to write it, and then i’m never going to write again. and then i had just one more idea. after a while. eventually you will find you have so many ideas and the world is full of possibilities. it’s a muscle you have to flex. like reading. and telling people about what you’re reading.

actually, i feel like there was a step 0.5 here that i completely skipped.

step zero point five that i skipped: how to generate ideas

my very truly complete “first time writing something semi-academic that was original” (with a loose definition of the word original) was literally just me reading literary criticism of one book, and saying “i think this author’s thoughts can be applied to this other book” and found some textual evidence that supported that the process could be replicated.

this is like, writing with training wheels on. eventually i got better at it (see aforementioned chinoiserie essay. i hope you agree.). but that was a good place to start for me. it made the proverbial blank page less intimidating, knowing i had a scaffolding.

i suggest trying this. see how it goes for you. read around until you find some piece of criticism, or just some theory about how something works, that you like. and using your newfound hammer, go look for some nails.

note: i know this expression is meant to like. be a negative thing. but you do have to start somewhere. it’s okay if it sucks. it’s just for your practice and your enjoyment.

be cautious of stances. weak writing (in my OPINIONNNN) tries to unilaterally defend or condemn a behavior. what you need to do is treat your writing as a bit. and then you need to run with it. you need to take it farther than what is reasonable. if this bit is truly actually deeply true, then what does it mean about yourself? it’s like using a new set of pronouns as a joke or something. you know what i mean? (that was an example of what i’m trying to communicate here)

what else is key to look out for... look for oppositional pairs or tensions. look for perverse incentives and vicious circles. look for embarrassing ideas. that is, what would be extremely embarrassing if it was true? (or to admit that it was true) you may go—tshirt, here you’re just describing things that are sexy. yes, exactly, that’s the point. you want things that thrill.

just keep reading and making notes until everything echoes with something else. now you’re ready for step two.

step two: refine your ideas further.

let me do this by demonstration. once more extending my earlier example of my chinoiserie essay, i knew that i really wanted to take zuroski’s points and basically... steal them. this is called “citation,” i guess. but i thought the following insights were useful to me:

british women were invested in chinese material objects

they incorporated them into their own subjectivity

past a certain point, they no longer “consumed” these signifiers, but these signifers became theirs

critique of one was able to stand in for critique of the other

and from being on fandom twitter, i already had the following insights:

people deliberately blurred the lines between china and england when it came to fans and tea

people also liked talking about victorian modesty when it came to china

so it seemed like victorian england and china had a privileged relationship, in a lot of people’s minds in fandom.

so it didn’t really seem a stretch to say... how can we look at one history, and apply it to our present?

it was a bit of the combo of the two: i saw something i didn’t see people were talking about, and it reminded me of something else i’d read before.

something that helps me a lot is tweeting about my essay ideas. if you have me on my private account, you already know this. it forces me to explain myself to someone who doesn’t know what i’m talking about in a very succinct way. oftentimes, i tweet something out while i’m brainstorming, and then i steal the phrasing back into my essay. see? tweets can be writing too.

this is microdosing on step zero’s “read something and practice telling a friend about it.” now you’re writing something and telling a friend about it.

step three: okay now you can like. open a google doc

make an outline. i know i know i know. i’m sorry. you can start just barfing thoughts if you want, but eventually everything that was on the top of your head will be out. and now you can start thinking about structure. the reason the outline is important is because it makes clear the logical progression from one idea to the next.

i know i usually bounce around in my writing (a tendency which has been magnified here because this is so casual LMAO), but i always want to make sure that my points are substantiated. if we want to talk about how a causes b, we should prove a, we should prove the causal link, and only then can we infer b, for instance. it doesn’t really matter what order that happens in (or even that we set about it that way), but the more complicated your idea is, the longer checklist you need. it’s just a checklist. that’s all.

as you start writing, you’ll probably need to read some more. you’re going to want to say something you think is true, but you’re going to realize that you haven’t proved it (or you can’t). go look to see if someone else has proved it.

maybe you’re right. add that evidence in. maybe you’re wrong. now your essay has a new direction. there is a living thing beneath you. actually, on that idea—

i tend to structure my outlines (if i’m not sure yet what my point is) by pasting a bunch of quotes in a document, and reorganizing them until they make sense, they seem to flow. and then i start explaining why, until i realized i have begun to walk off in a new direction. always embrace that new direction. eventually you will find that you have not been taking twists and turns, but actually you were dizzily walking along a straight path. (unless you have been unfocused and you are trying to say too many things at once. ask a friend to read your essay if you’re not sure which is the case.)

quotes are the smallest unit of your analysis. work with evidence. or, at least, i do. it makes writing an essay like solving a mystery. the idea of just spontaneously generating something new fills me with terror. rather, i want to autopsy something, trace its steps, and then discover how it came to be dead. this may not be true for you. but it’s true for meeeee and this is my post.

tl;dr

0. read something and tell someone about it/post it out

0.5. come up with a bit and run with it

1. think "why is no one talking about this" or start free associating

2. come up with weird connections and tell someone about it/post it out

3. collect all of your posts and ideas into a gdoc and organize them.

anyway i like reading posts like this because i’m incredibly nosy. so i tried to write out the sort of thing i like to read from other people. i don’t suggest you actually try to replicate it (if anyone would even want to.) practically basically i just encourage you to try any single part of this that you think was interesting or relatable or helpful. personally, i suggest reading a book and posting your favorite lines from it. if you do this a couple times, i think you will find the seeds of an essay waiting for you in your own posts.

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nerdysleepybunny · 4 months

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Hallo! im new here so please let me know if i cross any boundries.'

anywho, I was wondering if i could request a platonic philza and/or techno comfort? ive had bad few days :(

Have a wonderful day/night!

I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE!! I literally love dsmp asks even though the fandom is dying off, so this definitely isn’t crossing any boundaries! I hope you’re doing better. My dms are open if you ever need to chat! :D

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Character(s): Philza, Technoblade (ft. Mumza & Chat)

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Hcs

TW: N/A

Summary: How Philza and Technoblade (separate) would comfort you!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Philza:

I feel like he’s the type to just know you aren’t doing well before you even say anything.

Like, you’re just sitting there in your feels, then suddenly?

BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

“Are you okay, mate?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”

Literally shooing chat away so it’s just the two of you having quality time together.

Would sit down next to you on a couch, but probably wouldn’t initiate any touching. The most I see him doing is a shoulder pat or a hand rubbing your back.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind you leaning on him or embracing him! He just doesn’t want to touch you in case you want your space :)

If you want to talk about it he’s there to listen and offer wise old man advice (if you call him old while you’re upset, it’s the ONE time he won’t get defensive about it)

He’s just talking giving you some advice about your problems, then he hears you snickering

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound so old right now, Phil.”

Usually he’d shout his usual “I’M NOT OLD/I’m only in my 30’s, mate…” (I’m pretty sure he’s canonically thousands of years old but shh let grandpa be delusional)

But now? He’d just chuckle and shake his head

“Whatever you say, mate.”

DON’T EXPECT HIM TO BE SOFT FOREVER, IT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE CURRENTLY SAD

After you’ve concluded your venting/told him that you don’t want to talk about it

You know what time it is…

DISTRACTIONS!!!

Pillow fort anyone? He’s giving pillow fort vibes.

He’s a dad, so obviously he’d just do all the work and build it for you. Again, only because you’re sad. Any other time he’d yell at you for not helping.

Speaking of sadness

Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…

OH NO YOU’RE SAD? NOW MUMZA IS SAD AND IS RUSHING TO COMFORT YOU

Mumza is the type to cry when she sees someone else crying, so now both of you are just sobbing together and Phil is there trying to comfort the two of you but is an overwhelmed old man and may end up crying himself

Uh… cry party?

Either you all end up making fun of each other for crying which results in you all laughing together, or you just cry till you get sleepy and pass out on the floor together.

What an interesting way to family bond.

Technoblade:

So you seek The Blade for comfort, the most monochrome and nonchalant man on the server. What a wonderful decision, reader! /lh (I’d do the exact same)

If you’re a Technoblade fan you’ve definitely heard the “it’s fine” audio.

Now I can either be wholesome and say he’d hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay to you

Or I can be silly and realistic and say that he’d pull out a phone and just play the audio with a blank face, but is laughing on the inside due to your “what the actual fuck” face.

Okay now for some actual comfort!

As we all know… Technoblade isn’t exactly good at comfort.

He kills orphans for a living, how do you think he’d react seeing someone crying like a child?

He’s standing looking at you with a look of “why is this creature screaming” and “wtf do I do”

“Uh… you good? You okay? You, uh… need a hug…?”

Very awkwardly holds his arms out for a hug, and if you accept, he even more awkwardly pats your back.

If you got his shirt wet with tears, he’d DEFINITELY comment about it

“Are you seriously ruining my shirt? How are my enemies supposed to think I have a good fashion sense now?!”

Goes into a rant about how he needs to look his best and how it’s a good strategy to beat his enemies in battle while you’re kinda just there… honestly are you even crying anymore?

You’ve stopped crying ages ago, and he’s still just talking

In conclusion, Technoblade is good at calming people down without even trying (I was literally having a breakdown and all I needed to do was listen to the silly pig man talk about Greek mythology. It must all be part of his master plan…)

Speaking of listening to his voice, here’s a scenario.

“Technoblade, can you read to me?”

“…what?”

“Read to me.”

“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“

“I wanted you to tell me about Greek mythology.”

“Fine. Come here.”

Long story short, he starts by reading you just one story. That one story turns into the entire history of the Greek gods and goddesses… yeah you pass out pretty quickly. But Technoblade isn’t one to stop mid-ramble. Once he notices you’re asleep, he’ll continue talking, just quieter. He’ll eventually get sleepy himself, and soon enough… you’re both asleep.

Works like a charm!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

#bun asks #bun writes #technoblade x y/n #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #technoblade fluff #philza x reader #philza #philza minecraft #philza x kristen #dreamsmp x reader #dreamsmp x you #dreamsmp #mumza #dsmp fluff #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #comfort fic

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heejayy · 1 year

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Paint me

Warning • 18+, nudity, swearing, cunnilingus (reader receiving), scissoring!

Genre • smut! Slow burn?…kinda

Pairing • Artist! Shuri x Black fem! Reader

Life was not cutting you any slack recently. It’s like everything you needed to go right went wrong, so it was either jumping in the middle of traffic or find a way to relax. As tempting as running into traffic sounded you opted to try and calm your nerves. Your friend Riri knew what you were going through and joked about how her friend went it a nude artist and just laid there for hours eating and getting painted, it was scandalous but it also sounded fun. Out of curiosity and desperation, you searched it up and signed up for a session.

That’s how you found yourself being a nude model for a day.

“Ok ok I can do this just one day. One day of being completely naked in front of a random stranger ” you clung onto your purse straps for dear life trying to soothe yourself as you walked down the studio hallway, it held a smell of fresh acrylic paint and clay.

“Room 2b” you whispered over and over to yourself until you found it, when successful you knocked lightly three times.

“Come in!” A firm but soft voice called from behind the door. You walked in to see big and small canvases scattered all around with beautiful artwork ranging from nude people to random paintings. You were in awe of how realistic they were.

“You must be y/n, hi I’m Shuri nice to meet you” You turned around to be met by a tall slim but muscular woman holding out her paint-covered hand. She was beautiful, she could be art herself.

“Hi yes I’m y/n” she smiled shaking your hand.

“Welcome to my studio, are you new to this?” You raise your eyebrows confused, “Nude modeling I mean.”

“Oh oh yes this is my first time” she nodded with a warm smile.

“Well I’ll try to make you comfortable as possible, shall we jump right in?” You nodded.

“There’s a changing room right there feel free to take your time” You followed where she pointed, and you entered the spacious dressing room nervously. You’re more nervous now than before, you didn’t think she’d be so damn attractive.

“Dear god, what am I doing?” You can’t believe you’re about to let someone paint you naked.

You looked in the full-length body mirror and sighed, you pulled off your shirt, pants, and socks, then you unclipped your bra and slid off your panties. You grabbed your complimentary robe covering your expose body and walked out.

“Ok I’m ready” you whispered picking at the fuzzy robe, she looked at you from her phone and smiled.

“Perfect, now come here “As you shyly made your way over to her your cheeks began to heat up, why is she making you blush? You just met her.

“Now what I need for you to do is to sit on this couch for me” She guided you forest green suede Victorian-styled couch. You did as she asked and waited for further instructions.

“Since this is your first time we won’t do anything to exposing unless that’s what you want” you shook your head “No that’ll be fine.”

“Are you ready?” She asked getting her supplies prepared. You nodded as you slowly slid off your robe, there was an awkward silence as you sat there while Shuri stole glances at you. You looked away shyly wanting to wrap the robe back around your body.

Shuri cleared her throat “ok what I want you to do is lie down, take your right arm and cover your breast, take your left hand and drape it between your legs, raise your right knee a bit then turn your to look at me” you tried to follow her instructions and when you thought you had it you glanced at her for confirmation. She just chuckled and began to approach you.

“No my love you look stiff and afraid I need to be relaxed, may I touch you?” You nodded slowly.

She grabbed your hand fixing it over your boobs, her hand grazed your under boob and sent shivers down your spine. You hope she didn’t notice your awkward behavior. She then placed her tatted hand under your knee slightly moving it down a bit. Her hands were so cold against your warm skin that it felt like sparks.

“Can you arch for me?” Your head snapped to her, a little taken back by her question you let out a weak “Huh?”

“Just arch for me, makes it seem a little more natural” Again you did as asked and looked at her for confirmation. She nodded smiling “Yes just like that.” You reciprocated her smile as you began to feel a pulsating feeling between your legs, you bit the inside of your cheek hoping it would go away.

“Alright if you are comfortable we can start, you ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

She scanned her supplies looking for a sketch pencil and began, she studied you carefully taking in all your beauty. You watched her hand quickly move as her eyes flickered back and forth from the canvas.

“By the way you have a beautiful body, I like your tattoos also, and that surprised me you don’t seem like one to have tattoos” You listened to the way she complimented you and your body made you more flustered by the second.

“Thank you.”

“You’re a quiet one” you blinked out of your daze “Oh uh well what would you like to talk about?”

She thought for a second “Hmm I don’t know, how about you tell me what got you into nude modeling?”

“Well my friend made a joke about how I could calm my anxiety and nerves by just relaxing and letting someone paint me, so I looked into it and here I am” she chuckled with a nod “Interesting.”

“So what got you into painting nude people?” She smiled seeming like she was waiting on that question.

“Well I enjoy all forms of art but painting has to be my favorite, I discovered the interest of painting nude people through my ex-girlfriend. She was into that Renaissance romanticism stuff and she asked me to paint her naked so I did” You slightly nodded trying to not move much.

“So your girlfriend was the reason you found your love for painting?”

“Sort of but I don’t credit her too much” you giggled, your giggle caused her to look at you and smile.

“Are you in school?” You nodded “Yup I got two more years left.”

Silence fell again as you couldn’t think of anything to ask her, your eyes began to wander to the bodies that were painted on the canvases. People with different shapes and sizes, different skin tones, some with faces some with just the body. Suddenly you started to feel a knot in your thigh, you were getting a cramp. You immediately sat up wincing in pain “Ahh ouch, shit my thigh” Shuri looked up concerned.

“Let me get you some water” She put her paint brush down jogging over to her mini fridge.

“Here this should help” You slowly sipped the water and you held your thigh.

“I feel like this is my fault, I’m the one that put you in that position. I feel like I should help. May I massage your thigh?” You nodded without fully acknowledging the full question, before you knew it Shuri was kneeling by the couch with her veiny hands underneath your right thigh slowly massaging you. You didn’t know what to feel at the moment, your cramp was easing up but something else began to hurt- well more like throb. You couldn’t believe you were fully naked letting an attractive stranger rub a cramp out of your thigh. It was starting to feel like the beginning of a porno.

Her soft brown eyes found their way to yours watching you. It felt as if she could tell you were enjoying this. “Does that feel good?” She gave you a sultry glance as she continued to feel on your thigh. You thickly swallowed nodding.

“Yes it’s starting to feel better” Your voice came out weaker than you intended due to the fact you were trying to hide your whimpers. Maybe it was because you were severely touch-deprived or it was the way she was looking at you like she wanted to eat you but whatever it was it had you immensely turned on.

Feeling yourself become more wet you shifted your thigh moving it away from her “It- its gone now, I’m good” She looked at you for a second then nodded.

“Alright let me know if I can help you with anything else” She returned to her painting stand and you went back to holding your position. You could still feel her soft hands rubbing on you

“So you seeing someone?” Your eyebrows raised at the sudden question.

“No not at the moment.”

“Why doesn’t a beautiful girl like you do not have a boyfriend?”

“Girlfriend,” you corrected. Shuri’s eyebrows raised in interest, that’s all she needed to hear, “but besides that I don’t know why, girls just don’t talk to me.” She noticed your frown and furrowed her eyebrows.

“I don’t buy that” she chuckled.

“Well I don’t know what to tell you sweetie I just don’t seem to attract the right one.“

“Well you’ve attracted me,” she said with a smug look. She must’ve noticed your surprised expression that you failed to hide “Too forward?” You shook your head no.

“No not at all” She nodded as if she noted that for later.

“Hey pretty girl I know I make you feel things but can you stay still I gotta finish” Feeling even more flustered your clench your thighs out of instinct.

“Something wrong?” Shuri asked taking notice of all your recent fidgeting.

“No no I just um…nothing I’m fine” she cocked an eyebrow eyeing you from head to toe, normally a look like that wouldn’t bother you but given the fact you’re naked it made it worse.

“Do you need help with something?” You don’t know what came over you but you felt bold.

“Yes,” not excepting that answer she abruptly stopped painting and peeked around her canvas. A sly smile appeared on her lips, she dropped her paintbrush in the cup filled with mucky water and began walking towards you.

She towered over your sitting position staring down at you with lustful-filled eyes. She gently grabbed your chin lifting your head to her.

“Tell me what you need help with pretty girl” Without a word you slowly spread your legs apart while still looking up at her with pleading eyes. “I- I want you to please me.”

She smiled in satisfaction. She slowly got down on her knees keeping eye contact with you. She left soft kisses on your thighs before leaving one on your pussy, you let out a strained moan arching your back.

“Damn, you’re wet as fuck baby” She licked between your folds before starting to suck on your clit.

“F-fuck” you whispered.

“Mmm baby you taste so damn good” She flicked and licked on your clit fast with her tongue moving in and out of your hole.

“Sh-Shuri fuck slow down or I’m gonna cum early” She didn’t listen keeping her pace. Shuri smirked humming in satisfaction with your fucked out state. She bobbed her head up and down licking and sucking up all your juices, your eyes rolled behind your head feeling your release nearing. Her free hand snuck it’s way up your body up to you mouth, she stuffed two fingers in your mouth and you begin sucking without question.

“Fuuuuuuckk! Nngghh shit!” Your feet were pointed as your thighs clenched around her head, you had your hand in her curls gripping on them. As she focused sucking on your swollen clit you soon came on her tongue.

“Oh, my fuck! That shit feels good” Riding out your high she gently rubbed her thumb on your clit.

“You did so well, do you feel better now?” Unable to answer out of breath you just nodded.

Shuri came up from between your legs with your juices still on her lips, you cupped her face pulling her towards you leaving a sloppy kiss on her lips.

“Mmm now that relaxed me“ You grinned biting your bottom lip.

“I’m glad I could satisfy you.”

“What about you-“

“Shh pretty girl, next time you can repay me-“ you disregarded her words and push her against the couch. Horny and eager to please her you smash you rip her shirt off and smashed your lips together.

“Fuck baby” she whispered against your swollen lips. Letting your hands wander you reach her baggy pants unbuttoning them and pulling them off. You quickly got her boy shorts off just as fast pulling her towards you.

“Damn baby if I knew you were like this we could’ve done this earlier” you rolled your eyes giggling.

“Hush” you open her legs to see her glistening under you, you smirk sticking two fingers down there to feel her. You wipe up her juices and stick your fingers in your mouth sucking on them.

“Damn you taste good” flustered she shyly looks away with a smile.

“Come er’ baby” you pulled one of her legs around your waist and teasingly rubbed your pussy on hers. Her head instantly fell back as her eyes rolled.

“Shit baby don’t teas me” not hesitating you began rubbing your soaked pussies together. The feeling was beyond blissful, it felt amazing as you humped against her.

“Fuck” you whimper feeling your things tremble, wanting her to cum first before you came again you reached between you two starting to play with her clit. She gasped reaching for your hand but you moved her holding it above her head. The sounds that came from you two were down right sinful, moans along with the wet squelches from your pussies filled the room. This was better than those videos from Twitter in your opinion.

“Y/n I-I’m close fuck keep going!” Her whimpers got whinier, you smirked watching her beautiful face contort in pleasure.

“I- fuck! I’m cumming ngghhh” as she came you didn’t stop, you helped her through her high just as she did with you. When you thought she had enough you leaned down leaving a kiss against her lips before letting her hand go above her head.

“Fuck” you two said in unison trying to catch your breath.

After your little rendezvous, Shuri cleaned up and went back to painting you, it took a few hours but the time passed quickly with your nonstop flirting and such.

“Do you normally eat clients out while painting them?” You joked.

“Haha very funny do you normal scissor with strangers?” she said sarcastically, “I do not but for you? Well, I just couldn’t help myself.” You winked giggling. She laughed shaking her head as she turned to canvas around, a gasp left your lips.

“My god Shuri this is beautiful! It’s so realistic,” you excitedly beamed “I love the way you got my hair just right” Shuri blushed with a smile never fading over the way you complimented her art skills.

“I’m glad you like it…maybe you could uh” you handed her your phone, “go ahead and put your number in my phone pretty girl.” Shuri smiled taking your phone.

“Don’t forget to call me.” She winked watching you walk out.

“Don’t worry I will!” All you could think was wow, you went to get relaxation and left with just that. Not the way you might’ve thought you would get it but you weren’t complaining.

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my-maehem · 1 year

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“I’m sorry— who are you again?”

I introduce to you my MC, Hemera! I currently don’t have any L O R E about her just yet but…

I’m sorry but can I brag about my idea of her using her wand as a hair stick!?!? Imagine if I made a custom hair stick wand irl………

Here is the little info I have about her:

She has striking red hair that pairs well with her bright, green eyes. I love using complementary colors.

Unlike the game where we are given a barn owl, if she were to pick her own messenger it would be a tuxedo cat. Feat. My cat Max, he’s an adorable menace.

Very cocky with an inflated ego, she will bite.

Uses sarcasm 24/7, more than likely her coping mechanism.

I actually made her American because I thought it would be a fun idea to have someone with an American accent at Hogwarts. and because I’m American hehehehe.

She likes to keep her hair up almost all the time so I don’t actually know how long her hair is yet…

If you haven’t figured it out yet she is in house Slytherin, although she does share some characteristics of a Ravenclaw.

Definitely gives anti-hero vibes…

OMG I FORGOT TO ADD HER BODY FRECKLES… she has body freckles btw, similar to the freckles Ominis has on his pretty face.

That’s all I have for her currently, I’ll definitely have more details about her later, I kind of want to do more character studies of her and ofc other characters… I also just want to find a simple style I can use, apologize for the inconsistency of my art style, I normally draw realistically and I’m trying to find a simpler style to use for like comic strips or interactions.

Now I gotta draw these boyz:

See yeah! 🍪

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art · 2 years

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Creator Spotlight: @loish

Lois is a digital artist who divides her time between creating personal art and character design work. She has released three books, all successfully funded through Kickstarter. You can find her work on loish.net. We asked her a few questions about her art process, style, and inspiration! Check out the interview below.

Did you originally have a background in art? If not, how did you start?

I started posting my art online when I was around 16, although back then, it was more small artist communities and deviantart. I went on to study animation and then started working as a freelancer after graduating! So I do have a background in art but have been actively sharing my work for much longer.

How would you best describe your style?

I guess I would call my style semi-realistic feminine art inspired by Disney and Alfonse Mucha! I think the semi-realism is key - it’s cartoony but still has many elements of realism that put it somewhere between the two.

What is one habit you find yourself doing a lot as a creator?

A habit that helps me a lot is getting annoying tasks out of the way early in the day. I go through email and tasks before I get started on my art so that I can just focus fully on my art when it’s time to create. I just want to zone out while I’m drawing and not be distracted by other things!

How do you want to evolve as a creator?

One thing that matters a lot to me is making more and more time to do what I truly love and want to do, and be able to share that with others. So I’m trying to prioritize personal art more and more, and in the future, I’d love to just dedicate all of my time to that.

Which 3 famous artists (dead or alive) would you invite to your dinner party?

I’d have to go with some cliche answers and choose some old dutch masters: Vincent van Gogh, Rembrandt, and Vermeer. I’m so curious about their lives and ways of thinking. I’d want to know whether Vermeer really used a camera obscura, what Rembrandt thinks of animation and film (since his work was so dynamic), and just break the news to Vincent that he is one of the most appreciated artists of all time. And I’d want to know everything about what life in Europe was like during the years they were alive because I’m a bit of a history geek.

What are your file name conventions?

I name the file with year first, month second, then date. After that, I give it a name. So something like: 20220809_plant_studies.psd. That way everything is chronological, but I can also search by name if I forget when I drew it!

What is the hardest part of your process?

Honestly, the hardest part is just getting started and moving beyond the blank canvas. Once I’ve set my mind on something, the rest is manageable. But figuring out what I want to do, and dealing with all the anxieties that come with wondering whether I can pull it off, is the hardest.

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

One of my favorite artists that I discovered on Tumblr is @moosekleenex. Their art is so flowy and beautiful, but the comics are always funny and relatable. And they’ve been at it for so long, still making new art all the time. Also, I bought a few of their prints in the past and got some free original art with my order. It was one of my best art purchases!

Check out more of Lois’ artwork on her Tumblr, @loish!

#creator spotlight #artists on tumblr #loish

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indieyuugure · 8 months

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(My response to @hyperchef ‘s reblog of this post)

Making an exaggerated expression that doesn’t look weird is mostly about figuring out what to exaggerate in order to convey the desired emotion. For instance, when a character is angry, exaggerate their brow line. When a character is happy, exaggerate their smile. When a character is sad, exaggerate their eyes. Examples:

By accentuating certain features, you can convey more intense emotions without it looking weird or off. Most emotions have a main focus point to which we subconsciously notice and use to figure out what someone else is feeling. Some more complex ones would be Disgust exaggerates the mouth, surprise accentuates the eyebrows, eyes and hair, sleepy exaggerates the mouth, eyes and eyebrows, and pain exaggerates everything all at once.

So for your eyes, problem, there are some tricks for drawing the tmnt eyes. Now I’m not sure exactly which style you’re talking about, but since you said you previously were working with realistic shapes, I’m guessing you’re having trouble with the Rise style.

Rise seems to have a “standard shape” for their eyes. It’s generally a rounded parallelogram. It’s composed of four convex lines that are sharpest at the eye’s tear ducts and point. The bottom is typically flat, though Leo and Donnie often have the top be completely flat and the bottom much more round, like a semi-circle.

As for the pupils, I honestly struggle a lot with this as well. I think the most important thing is to establish almost like certain standard sizes. So just keep scribbling a circle until you think it’s the appropriate size to be your standard middle size. From there you can make it bigger or smaller depending on the emotion.

so if the one on the far left is the standard, then the one in the middle is a sad smile and the one on the right is horrified shock.

You have to be careful though, I’ve found through my experience that it’s easy to become desensitized to this kind of thing. You draw a small pupil to show shock but after looking at it too long or drawing to many characters expressing that emotion, somehow it doesn’t look small enough anymore.

The same can happen in the other direction, you want a sweet expression but for some reason as soon as you’re happy with how big and round the pupil is, it’s already not enough. This is cause by you setting your eye to think that that is the standard size and now you think that the pinprick is the mid point, so “surprised” has to be smaller than that.

It’s actually really easy to undo this phenomenon, just erase the pupil, draw you pre-established standard, look at it for minute, then erase it and go back to what you were doing. This kind of thing is about relativity.

If you’re still having trouble with this stuff, you can message me with more questions that I can help you with and answer!

I hope you found this helpful. Expressions are tricky to nail. I usually draw and redraw the expressions in ROTP two or three times before I’m satisfied, and even then I’m constantly tweaking them. Don’t feel bad for not absolutely nailing it on the first try, just make sure you keep trying and tweaking your technique until you can make something you’re proud of!

Good questions! :]

#rise of the parallel #drawing stuff #art stuff #expressions #art #art study #drawing tips #drawing expressions #drawing #drawing eyes

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