#The anatomy is questionable but fuck it we ball

[notacluedo]

I can’t remember if Andrew ever canonically pulls Neil in by the grating on his helmet but

#Features Andrews fave activity: grabbing Neil and pulling him weirdly close #Neil’s helmet isn’t really accurate to anything it’s kind of a lacrosse helmet mixed with an ice hockey one #They bonk their heads together like cats #Aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #the foxhole court #my art #fanart #Aftg art #The anatomy is questionable but fuck it we ball #Andrew should be more padded but

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Dirty Girl

Negan x Reader

18+ ONLY / Requests are: OPEN

Summary: Negan fucks you up against a fence.

CW: daddy kink, gags, public sex, p in v, no pronouns but the reader has femme anatomy, use of 'good girl'

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You knew it was wrong. You knew it was, but you also were not the kind of person to get hung up on something if it wasn’t actively hurting someone. And the thrill of having Negan- public enemy number one balls deep in your cunt was too good to pass up. And he knew it too. 

“Yeah, you like that, baby, huh?” The man in question grunted into your ear, each word punctuated with hard thrusts up into the spot that makes you see stars. “If you can’t be quiet I’ll have to gag you, doll,” he growls, making you clench and another barely contained whimper escape you. 

Negan had you pressed up against the cool corrugated fencing, your hands splayed out in front of you as he bent you over and pressed himself inside you over and over again. Your cheek pressed into the dust on the fence, absolutely smudging across your skin. Knowing how dirty this was, and how your face was now smudged with evidence of your acts sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine. 

“Oh, you’re such a dirty girl, huh?” Negan grunted, wrapping his hand around a fistfull of your hair and yanking you back closer to his face. With your mouth agape from pleasure, it took no effort for Negan to reach around and shove his red bandana into your mouth, laughing as you garbled a response through the fabric. “Oh, such a dirty girl for daddy, baby,” he laughed, releasing your hair with one last tug. 

Your head dropped forward, the muscles in your neck giving out with the pleasure. Negan wrapped his hands around your hips and gripped tight. You were sure they were going to leave bruises by the afternoon, never mind the morning. But you’d love them anyway, deep purple reminders of a good, hard fuck. 

Your fingernails scraped against the metal of the fence, your jaw starting to ache around the bandana. And all the while, Negan continued to growl filth from behind you. How you were the one being the problem was beyond you when he was the one who couldn’t shut up. Not that you wanted him to, of course.

“Not such a Chatty Cathy now, are we?” He asked, squeezing hard on your left him and pounding his cock into you. “No, see? Now you’re being a good girl. Such a good girl for daddy, baby girl.” 

You whimpered around the gag and he chuckled hoarsely.

“Oh, what’s the matter? I just can’t seem to hear you, doll. What do you need, huh?” One of his hands trails down around your hip to lightly press against your clit. “What, you need daddy to rub your pretty little clit, baby?”

Your eyes squeezed shut at a particularly rough slide of his hips and he gave your cunt a slap, causing your hips to jerk.

“Uh-uh, I do believe you’re ignoring me, darling. And that- is not on.” 

You look over your shoulder to glare at the man. He knows full well you can’t answer him even if you wanted to. He just liked to torture you, the bastard. You press your ass back against him just to revel in the groan it pulls from him.

“Oh-hoh,” he grins. “Fuck, you are dirty, aren’t you? Taking daddy’s dick from behind like that? Knowing that someone could just come around that corner and see you taking it like such a whore.” He lets go of your hip and lands a hard slap to your ass, causing your head to jerk and you to cry out against the gag. “Fuck, I felt that, baby- do you want someone to catch us? You do, don’t you. Mm, daddy’s learning all sorts of things about you tonight, doll.”

Your arms begin to shake as he gives in and starts rubbing your clit hard and fast. You’re not going to last long, and you both know it. He rubs over the spot on your ass he slapped in a small mercy. You whine, and your hips buck forward towards his hand on your clit and away from the sting.. 

“My, oh my, you’re desperate for it, aren’t you,” he says, gripping the globe of a cheek and sliding two fingers up and down either side of your clit. “So close for me.” A statement of fact, and not a question.

Your head drops forward in a nod, unable to form speech. Not that you could verbalise it anyway. He laughs and plows his hips so hard into you that his balls slap up against his hand. 

“Cum for me,” he orders. “Right now. Cum for daddy, baby.” 

One, two, three more thrusts of his cock into your g-spot is all it takes before you’re cumming around him, walls spasming and knees buckling with the effort of holding yourself up. He laughs, rubbing your clit through your orgasm. You whimper, and your hands slide down the fence. 

He fucks you through it, thrusts turning sloppy now that you’ve reached your orgasm. You know he’s close, and you clench your cunt around him rhythmically to get him there. 

He surges forward and presses you flat up against the fence, arms around your torso to hold you in place. He fucks you hard and fast, hot breath against the back of your ear and groaning into your neck. 

And then he finally cums, biting down into the meat of your shoulder and fingers pinching at your nipples. His hips stutter up into you and you feel his release spurting inside you, filling you up. 

You let out a satisfied groan, wiggling your hips against him to milk him for all he’s worth. He chuckles lowley in your ear and presses a soft kiss to the bite he’s left on your shoulder. 

Once he’s spent, Negan pulls out of you, admiring the way his seed drips out of you with a growled “fuck, baby.” 

You grunt around the gag and he laughs, spinning you around to face him. He presses up against you, running a hand over your clothed tit to give it a squeeze.

“Oh, I'm sorry, darling. How rude of me,” he grins and places a thumb on your lower lip. “Here I am, putting myself back together and you’re standing here a whole mess. Open wide for daddy.” 

You stretch your jaw open just a little wider and he pulls the gag out, grinning when you smack your lips and grimace at the cottony taste.

“Oh, there you go. Okay, baby, lets get you cleaned up. Then we’ll get us some of that damn good lemonade. What do you say?” 

Your lips spread out into a smile, and you agree with him. Negan steps aside and allows you to start back towards the building you called home. He gives one more appreciative grunt at the sight of your ass in that dress, and wraps his arm around your waist, the two of you walking back home. 

And if the guards noticed you had a little bit of a limp, then that was no one else's business but yours. 

#one shot #the walking dead #negan #negan msut #negan smith #negan x reader #negan smith x reader #negans thirst squad #the walking dead fanfiction #jeffrey dean morgan #lemon

[sunnyyangie]

NSFW MDNI!!

kinkmas day ten! threesome, drunk sex

keeho x reader x jiung

warnings: dom!keeho, dom!jiung, double penetration (vaginal and anal) praise, degradation, non idol/college au (keeho is referrred to as stephen since its non idol), they’re frat boys 🤕 reader is referred to with they/them pronouns + has female anatomy, this might be dubcon? bc theyve all drank but they all do enjoy and want it BUT DONT DO THIS IRL YALL pls be safe

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you groan after the stranger across from you throws their ball into your last red solo cup, accepting defeat and taking another shot. your cup pong partner exchanging a goodbye with you when you declare you’re done for the night.

you push past the crowd of people to stumble into the frat houses’ kitchen, finally getting some water to try and hydrate yourself.

“hey!” a voice calls from the side of you, you turn and notice two boys approaching. you vaguely remember seeing them throughout the few years, never really talking to them much besides for a few parties here and there and such activities.

you smile at the duo, “hi.”

“sorry, random question, we were wondering if you wanted to dance with us?” the blonde says, jiung is his name if you remember correctly.

you furrow your eyebrows. “both of you, wanna dance with me? at the same time? like you’ll share?”

they nod, and the dark hair boy speaks up. “only if you’re okay with that.” you’re pretty sure that’s stephen.

you hesitate for a moment, then fuck it, “sure!”. it’s the last year of college for you so why the fuck not. live your life!

you set your glass down when jiung grabs your arm and starts pulling you to where the music is loud, stephen following behind you, a gentle hand on your back. once you enter the makeshift dance floor, you let them guide you on how to dance.

stephens’ hands softly grab your waist, and jiungs’ are just above his. you having your arms around the blondies’ shoulders. you let go of your worries and the alcohol flows through your system, you feel warm and tingly, and are feeling brave as you start to push your ass back onto the dark haired boy behind you. a soft groan escapes his lips and you smirk to yourself.

you notice how jiung looks at the boy behind you and nods at him.

“wanna take this to my room?” jiung asks you.

you quickly nod, “please.”

the route to his room upstairs is a blur, again with their hands on you to help guide, this time their touches feeling hotter. finally entering his room, they lead you to sit on the bed.

stephens’ hand rubs your arm, while jiungs’ rests on your thigh. the attention making you feel small and squeeze your legs shut.

“are you gonna let us fuck you, baby?” stephen asks.

“yes,” you don’t even need to think twice. “fuck me, want both of you.”

the duo immediately strip off their bottoms, while you go to take off your dress until jiung stops you. “can we fuck you in your dress, doll? you look so hot in it.” he eyes you up and down as he caresses your sides.

“have you tried anal before, angel?” stephen questions, his hand under your chin.

you shake your head, mumbling a soft ‘no’.

“how about you suck jiung off while i prep you for it, hm?”

“okay,” you’re a bit nervous for a first time experience, but you trust him. you look to the blonde who has sat back against the bedframe, legs spread with his hardening dick in his hand.

you crawl towards jiung and situate yourself to face down, ass up position. you take your own hand and wrap it around his dick, spitting on it so it’s not too dry. once you start slowly pumping him, you feel a long wet strip against your pussy and to your hole, a foreign but good sensation. you whine and wrap your lips around his length, trying to not be so vocal just yet.

your tight dress gets pushed up, fully exposing your bottom half. you hear a bottle cap opening behind you and suddenly a cool liquid falling onto your ass. long fingers rubbing against it to coat it in the lube.

one finger starts to prod at your tight hole, your legs nearly shaking from anticipation. once it finally starts to slide in, you whimper around jiungs’ dick and start to remove yourself from him until his hands reach in your hair and grab, pushing you back down onto him. you moan and nearly choke on him. jiung groans in response, “taking us so well, doll.”

stephen then starts to slip in his second finger, you consistently moaning around jiungs’ cock. the stretch giving you a mix of emotions, both pleasure and pain. one hand having to grip the sheets, the other trying not to squeeze the life out of the boy.

the man behind you removes his fingers while you whimper, and jiung gently pulls you off him. “you gonna let us fuck you at the same time, angel?” he says.

you nod, “god yes, fuck. okay.” you feel drunk off them and the liquor.

stephen lays back next to his friend, patting his bare lap, his dick laying against his stomach after putting a condom on. “come sit here, baby. lemme stretch you out some more.”

you do as told, situating yourself on top of him. facing the blonde as he starts to roll on a condom, too, then he slowly massages your thighs. stephens’ hand grabs your waist to help guide you onto his cock. you feel him poke at your back hole, slowly pushing through as you start to softly moan from the feeling. it becomes a bit too much for you as stephen is so big so you begin to whine and grab at jiung. he continuously kisses your chest and rubs your sides to calm you down.

stephen speaks up, “almost filled up, doll. you’re doing so good.” he squeezes your waist for reassurance. you completely sit back onto him and whine. being completely full of the guy behind you. he places a few kisses on your back. “wrap around me so well.” he lets you stay still to let you adjust to his size.

“ready for me, babe?” jiung asks and you nod. he comes closer and lines up with your wet pussy. sliding in, you both hum from the feeling. you clench, being full in one spot and getting filled in another was breathtaking. “you suck me right in, fuck.”

once bottomed out, he asks, “you good or do you need a minute?”

“just fuck me now, please.” you make puppy eyes at him, tears ready to fall because you need friction and a release now.

they both slowly start to fuck into you, getting completely filled up and then emptied on repeat made you breathless. “oh, my god, feels so fucking good, guys.” you cry out.

jiung hums, “you like two guys fucking you, hm? letting us claim your holes as ours?”

“our perfect doll,” stephen grunts. “fuckin’ love your ass.” he bites at your shoulder.

“shit,” you play with your clit until jiung does it for you. “so close, keep going.” you pant.

when they pick up the pace, they become more vocal, feeling their hot breaths and having their moans right in your ears.

“such a dirty little slut for us, taking two cocks at the same time. maybe we should always use them like this?” the dark haired boy says to jiung.

nodding, “they were made for us. perfect doll.”

the way they talk about you makes you snap, creaming around jiung and clenching uncontrollably, sending the duo to their own orgasms. the three of you sit there to regain your breathing until you hear the sound of the party getting louder downstairs.

“i think we missed the ball drop.”

#sunnys kinkmas #ignoring the fact that i wanted to post this by yesterday but… erm #p1harmony smut #p1harmony imagine #p1harmony x reader #keeho smut #yoon keeho smut #jiung smut #choi jiung smut #piwon smut #piwon hard hours #p1harmony hard hours

[butch-reidentified]

why do y'all have to make it a misogyny issue whenever dysphoric or trans ppl are disgusted at pussy obsession (not in a sexuality way of course) in relation to their womanhood. like i mean screaming and chanting about their vagina. it's just unsettling, i fully respect womens autonomy, that part is always untouched.

Why are you asking me this? I *am* a dysphoric person, did you even read my bio lmao

All of female anatomy and physiology has been demonized and mystified for hundreds of years. I'm only in my 20s and I grew up knowing nearly nothing about the vulva, as did most people my age. I grew up hearing about the "myth of the female orgasm" and being told pee came out the clit (or that the clit was inside the vagina, or nonexistent). I didn't know the word "labia" until I was 17. In high school, I was taught what the vas deferens was and about the male refractory period, but to this day I see arguments online about how common squirting is or if there's pee involved or not. There are MULTIPLE subreddits devoted to sharing screenshots of incorrect discussion of women's anatomy and physiology, with seemingly endless content, but nobody stops to wonder why we don't see equivalent misinformation about male bodies?? Have you tried critical thinking?

So yes, when women seek to educate, demystify, and normalize our anatomy and its functions, and to fight the shame girls and women are taught from birth to feel about their bodies and especially their genitalia, it's not "obsession," and calling it such or feeling disgusted by it is misogyny at its most basic core definition-based level. Why do you think things like the Vagina Monologues came to be? Why do you think men will spam women with dick pics but nothing is more humiliating to a woman than having her nudes leaked? Too many of yall have lost touch with reality and history.

Men never shut up about dicks and balls and fucking and fapping and nutting, even though they have no actual reason to go on about it, and nobody ever has a problem with that. But if I want to fight back against the stigma, shame, and misinformation surrounding female bodies and sexuality, it's "disgusting," "unsettling," and an "obsession." The fact that you even need to ask this question is so telling. Log off, go outside, and start paying attention to the way male vs female bodies, genitalia, and sexuality are talked about and generally viewed in society.

If "big dick energy" isn't unsettling to you but "pussy power" is, maybe try asking yourself why.

#mine #ask #anon ask #anon #radblr #feminism #misogyny #female anatomy #radical feminism

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

#man did a megalosaurus and iguanadon fuck?#or is it like all the ones decended from either one are counted in the same group?#where did they evolve from?#is the term dinosaur like the term “fish” where its all weird?#but i do think dragons decended from the megalosaurus and the iguanadon#or at least certain kinds of dragons#perhaps without the mass extiction event that fuckin merked the dinos we couda got ourselves a dragon#but would there be humans?#i have so many questions

@moonboy-queerfingers moving to a new post but

It's not that Megalosaurus and Iguanodon fucked (they were millions of years apart)

It's that they were the first two dinosaurs discovered

SO we defined the group as *their family tree*, which means that the first dinosaur was the last ancestor they shared

so like, think about a family group of humans. you have distant cousins with your last name, because a few generations ago, your most recent common ancestor with said cousins had that last name.

"Dinosaur" is just that for species.

Fish is weird for many, many reasons, some are similar, but it's a whole other ball game. Essentially, all tetrapods (amphibians, reptiles+birds, mammals) evolved from fish, but weren't included in fish when we just classified things on traits. So, by evolutionary relationship, tetrapods are fish, but that's never what people mean when they say fish, so scientists don't know what to do. I personally vote we call tetrapods fish because a lot of our anatomy is directly because we are fish.

And we did actually have dragons among dinosaurs ! They're called Scansoriopterygids and they were small, but very much dragon like:

#dinosaurs #birds #phylogenetics #reptiles #fish #prehistoric life #scansoriopterygids #dragons

[themirokai]

It is with very mixed emotions that I present to you

Grave

The final story in the Matthew the Emotional Support Raven series.

Matthew visits his own grave and finds himself in need of some emotional support.

Thanks to @quillsorceress for giving this a read and @aquilathefighter and @kulapti for being my go-to bird experts and answering a totally necessary and vital question about raven anatomy.

Inspiration from this picture. If you follow me you've seen a bunch of @raven-photos 's raven photos under my corvid posting tag, but you should follow them too because they post tons of lovely stuff.

You can read the whole story below the cut or over on AO3. The AO3 version includes a mushy authors note about this being the end of the series, which I won't duplicate here, but I may put some additional thoughts in a reblog later.

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Matthew felt the air pressure in the cemetery change. He hung his head with a sigh. 

“Did you need something, Boss?”

“I need only to know that my Raven is well,” Lord Morpheus said from behind him. 

“Yeah, you know me,” Matthew said. “Ball of corvid sunshine.” 

“Matthew.”

“I haven’t even been gone that long,” Matthew groused. 

No response to that. Matthew sighed again and looked around at the gray headstones and dewy grass, sparkling in the morning light. 

“How did you find me? You’re not in my head.” He thought for a moment. “Lucienne ratted me out, didn’t she?” 

“Lucienne informed me that you had asked for your book. She was concerned for your mental state.” 

Matthew huffed. “Do dreams have ‘mental states’?” 

“Yes,” Lord Morpheus said simply. 

Matthew hung his head again and took a deep breath, then reflected that he wasn’t alive and probably didn’t need to breathe. Which was what had brought him to this cemetery in the first place. He gestured to the headstone in front of him with his wing. “Well, there it is. In all its glory. My grave.”

There was, in fact, no glory. It was a completely unremarkable gray headstone with a curved top. His name and the dates of his birth and death were carved on it, nothing else.

“Why have you come here, Matthew?” Lord Morpheus asked quietly. 

“You don’t know? You can’t just read my mind?” 

“Not while we are in the Waking.” 

“Inconvenient,” Matthew muttered. He ground his beak. Matthew knew that none of this was the boss’s fault. He had made perfectly clear when Matthew first met him that he hadn’t been the one to turn Matthew into a Raven. Matthew shook his head. “I died a year ago.” He turned to face Lord Morpheus. The boss was standing ramrod straight, hands shoved into the pockets of a black pea coat. 

“This is not the anniversary of your death, Matthew.”

Matthew flapped his wings. “I know that. I just… started thinking about it. And then I realized that for all the times I’ve come to the Waking, I never saw what my grave looked like.” 

“Now you see it.” 

“Yeah, and I’m dead in there!” He turned to stare at the ground in front of the headstone. “Like my body - my body that I had my whole life - is just down there. Dead and rotting.” He shivered. “It’s not like I ever took particularly good care of it, but it’s still weird! And that’s before you even get to the fact that I’m a fucking bird.” 

“I thought you enjoyed being a Raven.” 

“I do!” Matthew said quickly. “This isn’t about that. It’s just… look, one minute I’m an alive human and the next minute I’m a fucking bird and  Lucienne is telling me to go follow you and then I’m trying to get you to not throw me out on my ear and then we’re dealing with Constantine and then we’re going to Hell and then you’re fighting the asshole who had your ruby and then I’m spying on Rose and then I’m running errands and delivering messages and meeting all sorts of weird people and- and beings and then…” Matthew breathed out in a rush. “I don’t know. I guess I never really stopped to think about the fact that I’m dead. Like really properly dead. With my body rotting in the ground.” 

“Do you feel ‘really properly dead’?”

“No! I don’t feel properly anything! That’s the problem!” 

Lord Morpheus kind of folded himself up so that he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, facing Matthew. “You were not expecting to die? When you were human.” 

Matthew closed his eyes and shook his head. “I wasn’t that old. And I didn’t exactly have the greatest lifestyle… certainly not what would be considered ‘clean living’ by any stretch. I guess that’s why I had a heart attack… but no. I wasn’t sick or anything. I wasn’t expecting to die.” 

Lord Morpheus nodded solemnly. “Most of my past Ravens had been ill or injured or old when they died. Their deaths were much less surprising than yours. And they joined me during… much less chaotic times, when I… shaped the process of them becoming dreams myself.” 

Matthew snorted. “Yeah, I know. I’m the unwanted Raven. You don’t have to remind me.” 

“You mistake me, Matthew.” Lord Morpheus frowned. “Deliberately, I think.” 

“No, I just… you know what I mean.” Matthew looked away from him. 

“As I stated,” Lord Morpheus said a bit huffily, “in the Waking I cannot see your thoughts.” They were both quiet for a moment before Lord Morpheus continued. “My intent in bringing up other Ravens was to comfort you with the notion that the… discomfort you are experiencing is understandable, since your transformation to Raven occurred under less than ideal circumstances.” 

Matthew tipped his head to the side, looking up at him. “How did I become a Raven if you didn’t make me one?” 

A tiny smile on Lord Morpheus’s lips. “Another indication of the frenetic pace of your first year is that we have never talked of this.” He shifted into what Matthew considered to be his ‘storyteller voice’. It was a little deeper, more hypnotic. “I confess that I do not know for sure, though I have my suspicions.” 

Matthew would have liked to stay silent but felt an inexorable pressure to ask, “What suspicions?” Must have been the force of the narrative or something. 

He was rewarded with another tiny smile. 

“It is my suspicion that my sister, Death, selected you… for me.” 

Matthew would have frowned if he had lips. “How were your other Ravens selected?” 

“The souls of those who die in their sleep linger in the Dreaming until my sister collects them and passes them to whatever afterlife awaits them. When the time comes for me to select a new Raven, I select a soul that… feels right, and begin the transformation process.”

“What if the person doesn’t want to be a Raven?” 

It was Lord Morpheus’s turn to frown. “Do you not wish to be a Raven, Matthew?” 

Matthew clicked his tongue. “Now who’s mistaking who?” 

Lord Morpheus inclined his head. “If the person does not wish to be a Raven, then it will not last. They will move on to whatever is next for them and I will select a new Raven.” 

Matthew considered that, but quickly decided that he didn’t want to think too much about whatever was next. “So Death picked me.” 

“Yes, I believe so. It is possible that once I had returned to the Dreaming it… automatically selected a random soul and performed the process without my guidance…” 

Matthew knew there was more to that sentence. “But?” 

Lord Morpheus looked at the headstone. “But. You are too well-chosen to have been a chance selection… and.” 

“And?” 

“Even if the pain of Jessamy’s murder had not convinced me that I did not want another Raven, I think it unlikely that I would have chosen you.” 

Matthew glared at him. “I know that the next thing out of your mouth is going to make that a less shitty thing to hear.” 

Lord Morpheus rolled his eyes. “You are well aware how this story ends, Matthew. I would not have chosen you but sometimes my sister knows me better than I know myself. She collected you when I was preoccupied with the Hecate and saw what I would not have seen: that you… were exactly who I needed as my Raven. And then I suspect that she gave the Dreaming a very strong suggestion to perform your transformation.” 

Matthew had Death to thank for his current gig. Just add that to the pile of things he didn’t know how to feel about. But. There was the rest of what the boss had said. 

Matthew dragged a talon through the grass. “So… you don’t wish you had a different Raven? Someone… I dunno. Dignified or clever or something.” 

Lord Morpheus drew himself up and his eyes blackened from their normal Waking world blue to the night sky. “I am Dream of the Endless. I am older than this universe. I suspect I possess enough dignity for us both.” 

Matthew was not entirely sure that age and dignity were that closely related but kept quiet as Lord Morpheus continued. 

“As far as cleverness… you are perhaps not familiar with great works of poetry or philosophy, but I have never had a Raven who was more skilled at putting others at their ease, or soothing wounded feelings. Anything you lack in courtly manners is more than made up for in kindness and sincerity.” Lord Morpheus sighed and shook his head. “I would not have chosen you, Matthew, but I would have been a fool. You are exactly who I need as my Raven, especially after my imprisonment. My sister saw that, and I am immensely grateful to her.” He held out his hand. Matthew stepped on and was brought into his embrace. “I am sorry that your death was unexpected and jarring for you, Matthew. And I am sorry that the beginning of your tenure as my Raven has been so chaotic. But I cannot bring myself to be sorry that you died when you did, because that timing brought you to me.”

“Oh, Boss,” Matthew sighed.  

“So yes, your human body is moldering in that grave. And yes, you are a ‘fucking bird’. But I very much hope that you will remain a ‘fucking bird’ for a very long time to come.” 

Ravens, Matthew learned, were not capable of crying. He pressed his head against Lord Morpheus’s chest as Lord Morpheus began stroking his feathers. “Yeah. That sounds good.” 

#We all understand that Dream is vastly overestimating his dignity right? #I have so many feelings about ending this series y'all #but it's time #and this is the right story to end on #I really really hope you like it #matthew the emotional support raven #the sandman #the sandman netflix #matthew the raven #dream of the endless #mirokai writes #miro does sandman

[arcsin27]

Reviewing all the stories in junji ito maniac because I can, fuck you :)

The strange hikizuri siblings - uhh okay. Not scary nothing even happened. Okay a guy was a jealous simp, little kids are just like that, some guy threw up bread dough ig, then a ghost stared at everyone for a while and dipped the end

The story of the mysterious tunnel - Jesus Christ that was pretty spooky what the hell. Lost my marbles when he assumed the drop was water, and the kid in the ceiling fucked me up with her voice (dub) and screams

Ice cream bus - im never eating ice cream again. Jokingly compared the driver to William afton fnaf in the beginning but he was somehow worse. The dad pushing the kid away jumpscared me, then horrified me, and I needed a break from the show

Hanging balloon - so absurd it was kinda funny. The nonlinear storytelling added a bit if spook as I slowly realized who was at the window but idk the concept was just funny to me. Also I was so happy someone finally showed up to a horror plot strapped until I saw the result. Sorry random Chad with a crossbow, wish you coulda helped…

Four x four walls - thought something horrific would happen outside and he wouldn’t hear it but it didn’t, thought soichi was famous for being scary but he wasnt, I think this was like a comic relief in episode form. No spook, kinda funny

The sandman’s lair - *laughs nervously* what the fuck. No clue what happened, why would you tape yourselves like that, let me see his dream form damnit, the nature of humanity is we reinvent homestuck etc

Intruder - these kids are based tbh. Balls of steel, don’t blame the redhead, just move on with their lives

Long hair in the attic - also based, i had wondered where her head had gone but i shoulda known by the title, that grinding sound pissed me off tho

Mold - thank. God. It was in black and white. I choose to believe its dust. Also idc about culture or taboo if your floor is coated in inches of ropes and pools of mold just wear your damn shoes. Jesus Christ

Library vision - this one felt like it was calling out all of my anxieties about losing the things and memories precious to me. Also 10/10 Sean chiplock that final recital of hell of thorns was incredible and spooky. Also what the fuck was the ending

Tomb town - im never driving again. Also just call the cops surely you get a reduced sentence for actually reporting the crime. Other than that not scary lol

Layers of terror - im never picking my skin again. god ALMIGHTY why did i bear witness to this. Fuck that mom bro she sucks. I was thinking about how the proportions of human anatomy change as you age and how a toddler with such short limbs and a thick torso could fit inside an adult but uh… then they answered my question. And then it got worse. Funnily enough the 2yo looked like a monster id design

The thing that drifted ashore - was this supposed to be scary…? Oh boy they turned into fish people and promptly fucked off good for them ig

Tomie • photo - wow what bitches lmfao. Idk why she has a face growing out of her scalp hut I didn’t need to see the removal process. Or how botched the removal process was. Based that the photographer just fuckin moved on. “Damnit the blood ruined my pictures :/“ incredible.

Unendurable labyrinth - probably woulda been scarier if they were lost for longer but to me it looked like they took five steps, found the brother, seven steps, “aaaah we’re lost,” two steps, “theyre looking at me!” then suddenly the mummies have eyes, fade to black. Cool

The bully - I was sooo ready for retribution, then I got reconciliation and got even happier, then it turned into child abuse and I wanted to kill a bitch

Alley - pfft idk if its based that she killed those kids or not but it was extra based that they got revenge on her lmao shoulda brought a ladder bro

Headless statue - Jesus fuck that’s gross. Stop it. Also smash the statues again it worked brilliantly earlier. Or maybe jump out a window idk

Whispering woman - mega based. The nervous girl gains support and confidence, the attendant is freed from her abusive friend, the abusive friend gets violently killed, its just wins all around

Soichi’s beloved pet - once again a comic relief episode but tbh it was pretty funny, soichi was a lot less hateable this time too!

#junji ito #horror #long post #junji ito maniac #japanese tales of the macabre #review

[tartppola]

How'd you learn to draw a full body? Do you have any references you use? Or do you just wing it?

Ok so!!! For me its mostly using a shit ton of references + a lot of practice ( the ask game was actually for me to practice drawing a lot of full bodies + a bit of character design ig? it was mostly for the full bodies )

ig the process i have is to like visualize the pose i want my guy to do, draft that pose, and then correct the anatomical mistakes or like change stuff to make it more ✨wow✨

its also good to keep mental markers/guidelines i.e elbows r upper waist level, etc. for me these r the ones i follow the most

but they feel like suggestions most of the time HDHNFNC

but most of all the one i depend on the most r references. I have like separate pinterest boards dedicated to the stuff i want to reference from from like comic panels to anatomy to poses and composition. my drawing process takes a bit long cus i gotta scour the boards for specific references

also i forgot to say but i feel like i’m the last person so ask for this advice HSHHDHD my art development has mostly been me going fuck it we ball and even i disregard or forget my own advice sometimes + coupled with the fact that i’m a borderline neet who’s terribly addicted to drawing so i got,,,a lot of practice,,,, 🫡

i asked my oomfs on what advice they can give and i trust them a lot more so here’s what they said ( to cleu, ai, leia, myu, cheems, sol and purin tysm 😭😭 )

3D models/posers for references

Try to get used to it by doing lots of practice

YT tutorials

Reference real life ( either ur own body or models from the internet ) -> stylize from there

have a thing for drawing legs and shoes

trick question. u dont

hope this helped!

#i answer stuff #long answer #art advice ig??

[candiid-caniine]

Hello lovely! I hope you're doing good!♡ (Sorry if you don't wanna be called that!!)

I was wondering how you vch piercing is healing and all that. I really want to get this piercing but I want to see how it's like for someone who already has it. Yknow? Here's some questions:

Did it hurt really really bad or was it not that bad? For context I have a medium pain tolerance. Have you had any significant problems with it? Would you recommend this piercing to a friend? How much did it cost for you to get? I know price depends place to place ofc. How long do you feel it took to heal? If it has yet! And any pros or cons?

If you're not comfortable with answering I understand! Thank you for your time. I hope you have a beautiful wonderful day♡

(Can I perhaps be " 🎀🍓 " anon??)

awaaa hi yourself, lovely!! (absolutely <3 being called that ty for checking tho!!)

i'm not at all uncomfy with answering!! and ofc that can be your anon signoff <3

talk of piercing + piercing aftermath under the cut!

so, here's the DL on your VCH questions:

pain level: extremely minimal! the thing that hurt the worst was being clamped (which was a bad sign - i've learned since then that people who know their shit piercing VCH will use a receiving tube, not clamps, so ask your piercer about their process during a consultation appointment and then make your decision!) i have my nostril, 2 cartilage, 6 lobe, and a vertical labret piercing on my lip. of those piercings, the vch and lip hurt the least. there's no cartilage to go thru, and even though we think of the clit as a very sensitive area, the hood of it, when it's isolated, isn't super sensitive for most. your anatomy and your pain tolerance will differ, but as a piercing veteran, the vch was the least painful!

problems with it: unfortunately, my vch rejected about two months after it'd healed (y'all can fact check me on this, i'm guesstimating). i *don't* think it was necessarily inherent to the VCH; rejection can happen to anyone for various reasons, but (afaik) is more of a risk when a piercing is more surface-based, like an eyebrow piercing. what i think happened: i think my piercer placed it too low on my clit hood; the top ball should have been higher up. this, combined with a poor jewelry fit and, uh, the fact that that area gets a lot of friction...probably contributed to the rejection. i took it out once i noticed because i didn't want to tear. as i mentioned above, my piercer used a technique that is *not* considered best practice by genital piercing professionals. (she's an excellent piercer otherwise, i love her, but now i know genitals are not her strong suit.)

another problem: due to the friction (not necessarily me rubbing it, more so clothing, my spouse's pelvic bone, etc), the ball was constantly coming loose, prompting a frantic hunt in the bedsheets/my laundry basket for the missing piece...pain in the fucking ass, but i think it also depends on your anatomy!

something that *wasn't* a problem that i expected to be: i don't think it ever once got caught on anything. once or twice, i had a pube get sort of wound around it, but since i was touching it...all the time...soooo much >.> i usually noticed pretty quick lmaoooo

i would recommend this piercing (done well, taken good care of) to a friend wanting a little bling downstairs and a little extra stimulation!

mine cost $100. but it's common to cost more than that from genital-specialty piercers, and for good reasons; i think my piercer priced it reasonably (small town economy + again, she didn't do a *great* job) but expect to pay more. that said, never equate cost with quality: ask your piercer...

where they learned to do a VCH

their process (receiving tube vs. clamps)

if they have any photographs of completed VCHs they've done. to assess all these best practices, check Elaine Angel's website. she basically invented the best practices, and she has plenty of good and bad example piercings for most types of genital piercings!

it took ~2 weeks before i'd say it was fully healed. most piercers caution you to wait 4-6 weeks for full healing; my body (and what i consider "healed"), as well as my new piercing aftercare routine, are specific to me. but for most people, it's <6 weeks. the rejection didn't happen until after healing. as far as healing the piercing *hole*, after taking it out, i don't notice any difference; there's maybe a pock mark sort of thing, or dimple? but it's not a "hole" anymore. just a mark, and there's not any scarring or tissue that irritates my clitoris, given i took it out so fast!

pros!

if you have my specific kinks, you are not gonna want to wait to start touching yourself >.> you can browse through my #kinky mods tag (tagged on this post for easy access) for a play-by-play of how fucked up it got me lmao.

as in, even tho it ached, i touched that shit the second day (gently) and had the craziest ruined orgasm of my life.

there is really something to be said for the tiny, itty bitty piece of stimulation achieved by the barbell under your hood.

also really something to be said about the balls themselves sliding over your clit when you rub with your fingers ;-;

vibrator against the barbell = weirdest overstim in the world.

heals fast; lots of cool jewelry options out there; doesn't hurt very much [compared to my other piercings, ymmv].

cons:

can be expensive to get one that's done properly.

you do eventually stop being as sensitive to the new stimulation. however, most people just switch jewelry to change things up after awhile, so nbd.

that said, jewelry change can be a bitch. it's hard to do that shit on your clitoris. you may find yourself needing to go to your piercer for jewelry changes, but many piercers offer this service at cost of jewelry/even free of charge, depending.

if you lose a piece of your jewelry, you might cry. lol. keep backups on hand. (my piercer, bless her fucking heart, has incredible aftercare services - she will literally drive to the shop at 1 am if your jewelry falls in the toilet. yes, she gives her clients her personal cell number. bless up, J, you can't pierce a clit worth a damn but you love what you do!)

how do i say this,, u know how. a new piercing might sort of get crusty. esp if you don't clean it often (follow ur aftercare instructions! always!!!!!) but uh. my regular aftercare did not prepare me for the crust being *under* the clit hood. it wasn't much, and it came off when i downsized jewelry, but eugh. it should be minimal, anyway, but still, don't be surprised.

the swelling was mainly the thing, in the hours after i got it pierced, but it didn't hurt worse than, say, biting the inside of your cheek really hard when you're chomping down on food - just that sort of ache you get. honestly i've had worse clit pain in the aftermath of being clamped, tho.

hope this helped ;-; i know it was a lot but y'all know me, i tend to go ham on these general/educational/experience questions. you're following an autistic puppy, what'd you expect? <3

#🎀🍓 anon #denial #overstim #kinky mods #tw: needles #asks #gen

[sehtoast]

Kindred (ftm!Homelander x ftm!OC Smut)

18+

1.6k

AU Where Ben and Homelander are not intimate until later in season 3. Just some indulgent couch-breakdown Homelander t4t smut.

OC: Benjamin Colyer (The Boys-verse Spider-Man)

Warnings: Oral sex, Homelander's bottom dysphoria manifesting in calling himself inadequate.

The fates always had a wicked way with him, did they not? Kicking him when he was down, throwing curve balls left and right for him to adjust to. 

We have a situation– Yeah. Yeah, now, please.

It was the shaking of her voice that bothered him the most. 

Like he'd done something wrong. 

As though she wasn't the one who barged in unannounced. 

He rolls his already teary eyes. 

On my way, he heard faintly, the voice on the other end of the phone all too familiar to his already aching heart. 

But he couldn't move a muscle. All he could do was sit there with the remote, rewinding and resetting the video of his speech. 

"I'm stronger! I'm better!" 

Waiting for that familiar voice to barge in as well.

He'd broken decorum. He lashed out– let the mask slip. What would become of him in the court of public opinion? 

He hears her tell the new arrival that he needs to deliver the news. He can hear the unsettled shudder in her tone as she dances around the truth of what has her so frazzled. 

Just get in there, Ashley tells him. 

He tries to brace himself– to rise from the couch and throw, at the very least, his underwear on before his next visitor can come in and find shock in his difference.

His body doesn't move. 

Only his thumb, to press rewind again. 

"I am done being persecuted for my strength!" 

He hears a knock, not too harsh, before that voice calls out to him. 

"Hey, John?" The spider calls out to him. "Mind if I come in?" 

He's given the courtesy of a warning, this time. The bug always did give him more than others. His penthouse had no front door, and the vast majority of his visitors tended to just waltz in as though they owned the place. 

Not Benjamin. 

He doesn't reply– just pauses the video as though the silence could speak for him. 

He hears the padding of footsteps approaching him slowly. John's gut dropped in anticipation of another unpleasant reaction. 

"Oh," he hears. He doesn't look up. Doesn't want to. 

He doesn't want to see his best and only friend react to what he lacked. The dismay he felt from the last twenty-four hours stopped him from realizing Ben's voice carried no shock, no discomfort, no awe at his difference. 

"So, Ashley wanted me to come up and tell you about your numbers, but…" Ben trails off, walking over to the other side of the couch, his eyes never falling down to observe his lack save for the initial once over.  "Did- Did she actually give me a passcode locked tablet and expect..?" 

Ben scoffs a laugh and tosses it onto the couch nonchalantly. 

"Did you really expect her to use her brain?" He asks, a jest present but delivered without the proper inflection. 

"Do we ever?" 

It's the first a smile has cracked at his lips in nearly a day. 

The remote is coaxed from his hand, and the TV is shut off. 

"You shouldn't do that to yourself," the bug tells him. "Are you cold?" 

Was he cold? Was he, the fucking Homelander, cold? 

"Why? D'you want me to cover up?"

There's a question underneath his question. 

Do you need the anomaly put away?

The only thing, to this day, that ever stopped Homelander from jumping Benjamin's bones was the idea that his lack of… anatomy would dash any hopes of a positive response. 

It wouldn't be the first time someone had rejected his body– but it would certainly be the only time he couldn't pretend that he was unbothered.

The only time he found true value in another's opinion of himself. 

"No, I–" Ben breathed gently. "I want you to be comfortable." 

What part of my life has ever been comfortable, Homelander calls out from inside his mind. 

"Does my body make you uncomfortable?" He asks, a bitter inquisitiveness on his tongue.

The way Benjamin's brow flicks upward before he shakes his head no makes a smirk tug at John's lips. 

The hand that held the remote sought Ben's, his fingers lacing through the spider's gloved ones in a display of affection he was near petrified to show. 

He watches Benjamin bring his free hand to his mouth, biting the fingertips of his glove to remove it before bringing his bare hand down to rest against his. 

John begins to feel a hunger, the comfort of flesh calling to him loudly.

Sure, with his superpowered senses, he could smell the drips of his own arousal beginning to gather from the moment Benjamin arrived. But, at some point, he knew Benny could smell him too– so naked and exposed. 

The flare of the web-head's nostrils on a not-so-subtly deep breath gave it away. 

It makes him clench– makes his clit twitch in anticipation. 

"You'd be surprised…" Ben exhales, "at what you don't know about me." 

Oh, but he knew. He knew they were the same.

But, it was different when it was him compared to when it was Ben.  When it was Benjamin, it was a character trait.

When it was him, it was a shortcoming.

Just another inadequacy.

There had always been such carnal tension between them– unspoken and left to fester.  Every day it seemed to grow and grow, but every day John feared the web-head would find him lacking.

“What do you need from me, John?”  Ben murmured, his thumb stroking over John’s hand.

Entranced was certainly one word for how he felt as his free hand began to run the length of Benjamin’s arm, all the way to where the neckline of his suit met his throat.  He ran a finger along the seam, hooking the tip underneath to lightly pull…

“I…” he began, the words catching on a tight breath.  “N-Need you…”

Ben’s eyes floated down to his lips, lingering on them.

“Show me where,” the web-head whispered, offering his bare hand as though it were a tool to be used to John’s every whim.

Homelander pulled him forward by the collar, brushing their lips together– featherlight at first– finally, oh, god, finally sealing that long awaited contact.  As they kissed, John pressed Ben’s hand to his chest, shuddering at the way his little spider’s nails dragged softly through the smatterings of hair as he guided him lower, lower, and lower.

The first touch to his wetness had John keening into the kiss, a moan rumbling deep in his chest as Ben dragged his slick on two fingers to his clit, rubbing him with a pressure so perfect that it tingled down to his legs.

His hand overtop of Ben’s went to his wrist, gripping as he panted into the web-head’s mouth, a string of saliva connecting them when they separated.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous…” Ben breathed against him, finally sinking two fingers deep into John’s cunt, groaning at the way his walls clenched around him immediately.  “Thaaat’s it…”

Ben shifted, his fingers never leaving Homelander’s heat as he maneuvered to kneel before him.  

John choked on a breath when Benjamins’ tongue swiped his engorged clit before sucking it into his mouth, laving flat figures over the head as his fingers squelched on each thrust.

“B-Ben…” he whimpered, reaching down to tangle his fingers in the curtains of the web-head’s hair.

A moan rumbled against him, stimulating him further.

“You taste so good,” Ben murmured as he withdrew his fingers, licking them clean.  He looked to Homelander for a moment, pressing a kiss to the curve of his mound.  “Lay back and let me take care of you…”

It took a hand pressing him flat, but John complied.  He gasped at the way Ben gripped his hips and pulled him closer to the edge of the couch, leaving his pussy and rim on display– his legs resting overtop of Benny’s shoulders.

The web-head tensed his lips and dropped a glob of spit directly onto his clit, bringing a thumb up to rub his bud tantalizingly slow, leaning down to run his tongue between John’s folds, lapping up every drop of him.

Homelander had no idea when he started cresting to his peak– perhaps when Ben ran his tongue from his rim to his clit and sank his fingers in deep– but, fuck, he was close.

His body began to twitch with every crook of Benjamin’s digits against a spot that had his head thrown back in a whine, and he bucked against his spider’s mouth for any added friction he could find.

Suddenly, Benjamin was stood, leaning halfway over him to press a wet kiss to his lips, dragging Homelander’s own taste through his mouth with every swipe of his tongue.

“You’re doing so well,” Ben praised, a soaked thumb dragging along his cheekbone as his other hand’s digits kept their pace inside of him.  “I can feel every time you clench, y’know…” Ben slipped a third finger into him.  “Perfect…  So, so perfect…”

At the all consuming warmth of Ben taking his clit again, John threw his head back in bliss, his cunt throbbing and gushing against the web-head’s fingers as he thrust them in deep.  He called out his little spider’s name, howling it through tears that sizzled away from the heat in his eyes.

“Oh– oh fuck!”  He whimpered as Ben withdrew, his tongue taking the place of his fingers to lave him clean, his slurps ringing obscenely into the room.  Homelander pressed his fist to his mouth to keep from singing out further, to muffle the moans that spilled free from him.  “B-Benny!”

He panted heavily, eyelids leaden as Ben kissed a path from his clit to his neck, breaking away only to meet his lips.  His fingers fumbled around Benjamin’s super suit to seek entry.

As he and Benny lost themselves in each other, Homelander found himself almost a little grateful that Ashley was dumb enough to barge in unannounced.  If nothing else, that stupid open door policy brought him his little spider…

#homelander #trans homelander #homelander x oc #oc: benjamin colyer #homelander smut #ben x homelander

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Seven, Part 8

"I ran over her trying to catch a bus. We talked. We hung out. We hang out. We talk. And her name is Addison. What else do you want to know?" I downed the rest of my beer. Alcohol is a wonderful confidence boost, at least for awhile.

The place was suddenly hit by the very loud DJ starting his turntables. Star Fucking Hipsters "Two Cups Of Tea" started it's intro. A group of hipster looking people cheered. My guess is they were friends of this punk DJ.

"I'm not going to get anything out of you, am I?" Alana said.

"Nope. You'll need a lot more beer." I grinned at her.

"That's a pretty manageable request." Chad said out of nowhere.

"I don't need any chatter from the fucking Peanut Gallery." I snapped.

"I think I know an Addison from my anatomy class." Emma squeaked out. My first thought was why does a Film Studies student have an anatomy class. But I guess there's been weirder combinations. Alana snapped her attention to Emma pretty quickly.

"Oh, do tell," she said, crossing her legs and sitting all prim and proper. "Chris? Is this the secret Addison?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know what classes she's in." I was pretty sure she would be in an anatomy class for the whole funeral sciences thing. But I wasn't going to say shit. Not only was it uncomfortable, it felt weird for being a topic of discussion. I know they were just being my friends, but it still seemed odd that my surprising romantic interests are such a loved topic with my friends.

"She's really pretty, if it's the same girl." Sure, Emma is silent until she can add to this friendly ridicule. I was positive it was one and the same. I doubted there are that many girl's named Addison wandering around the UW.

"How do you not know what classes she's in?" Alana questioned, filling her cup. A new loud punk song I didn't know was playing. Someone laughed loudly over by the bar. The clack of pool balls rang around the room. An orchestra of the drunk.

I looked at her and shrugged.

"Does she have a big tattoo on her arm?" Chad asked. The fucker knew what she looked like. I was being attacked now from all sides. I poured the last of the pitcher into my cup, and downed most of that in one long swallow. I scowled at him. He grinned. Fucker.

"Yeah, a really detailed one of vines and flowers and skulls." Emma said. Both Alana and Chad looked at me expectantly. I gave Chad the finger. He knew the answer.

"That's her." I said, defeated. This wasn't a fair fight. "Why is my love life so fucking entertaining to you guys?"

"Because we watched you turn away from every single chance you had for years. I mean, you had Katt basically in love with you and you walked away. That girl would've done anything for you. Fucking anything. And you liked her! You told both me and Chad you liked her." Alana said. Chad grinned that shit-eating grin and grabbed the plastic pitcher. Next one was on him.

"So?"

"We've watched you spend the last, what, three years? Four years? It doesn't matter. We watched you actively stay out of any real attached relationship because of the risk. Now you're here in Milwaukee and some how, a girl asked you out..."

"I asked her out." I said. I still felt a little bit of pride about that.

"That just adds to my point why this is so downright interesting. You, the guy who wouldn't even let himself form a crush, asked a girl out. She's got to be something special." Fuck Alana and her logic. I couldn't say anything. She was right. I just didn't see it that way. Me actively pursuing a relationship was an ultra rarity.

"Yeah." It's all I could think to say. Not you're right. Not she is. Just yeah. Excuse me while I forget how to make a coherent thought.

#Fiction tags #fiction #artists on tumblr #writing #my writing #spilled words #writers on tumblr #poets and writers #writeblr #creative writing #writerscommunity #writerscorner #writer #lierature #punkrocksoapoperas #cynic #punk rock soap operas #free form #Stories #autobiographical fiction #art #literure #howispentmysummervacation #september sky

[blackstarchanx3new]

Sorry for spamming your notifs I was just wondering if you have any lineart/ coloring tips!

Im trying to improve my art and your style is perfect!!!

A joy you'd ask such an extensive question: I recorded a quick timelapse (Sorry I don't control the speed on Clip Studio)

I draw with vector layers for line art, meaning I can erase overlapping lines SUPER easy with a Vector eraser:

To make them not highlighted in orange btw (For CSP specifically) I believe you gotta go into "View" and "turn off vector paths".

I usually have a layer behind the characters that is "Grey" so I know where I've colored until I change it to black with protect Alpha.

In GENREAL advice I'd give: Do "Figure drawings" I think they're called. VERY QUICK rough sketches to get a figure/pose down. I draw like a speed demon because I don't focus on "Getting lines perfect" either. Paper is a less forgiving medium, when I was a kid (And even now) i sketch on paper with Pen. NO MISTAKES. WE DIE LIKE MEN. It makes you think a lot more about "How am I gonna do this right the first time" Basically: Your boy is quick, he likes to do it in 1 go and art style is pretty simple. Affective for making comics FAST. Which is what I care about since my stories/dialogue are kinda the highlight not the pictures, they just take my stuff to THE NEXT LEVEL. :)

Lately I've been trying to "Care less" about getting perfect clean line art (Tbh I think I've always cared a little less because SOME PEOPLE SPEND 8 HOURS ON A DRAWING AND HALF THE TIME THEY SPENT WAS ERASING SHIT. I COULD NOT. O.O)

The need for speed is because I need to make so many pages for all my comics in a timely manor.

Looking at AOT's butt ugly art and Chainsaw man's beautiful scratchy lines made me realize I was being way to uptight about my own shit looking "Perfect". So I've tried to be more fluid with it.

Speaking of: I recommend anyone who likes manga to try to mimic some art styles to learn stuff. "Why'd they do xy or z" "How'd they achieve x" ya know? Here's two of my avatars from my zelda videos (OOT is still in progress)

But it also depends on what you're TRYING to go for:

I don't WANT/NEED a consistent art style. I mostly just do whatever I feel fits whatever I'm working on. "On model" isn't in my vocabulary. X'D

I recommend studying anatomy because it REALLY amped up my abilities to draw the human body better. Full figure drawings, don't run away from things you might be bad at. X'D (Or work with what you do, I am shit at drawing hands, so they'll turn into weird monstrosities but nobody's said anything yet! XD)

People are seemingly willing to forgive a lot of mistakes: If it's funny. X'D I gotta try harder in serious scenes hahaha. Also having weird as fuck/abstract character design like my boys Ball and Bat

You're not gonna question anatomy choices for a thing that looks like THAT.

Simple character design is my passion~

For coloring: Outside of me understanding basic color theory I just do what makes my brain go BRRR so I can't really DESCRIBE why I like what I like? X'D

But here's some of my color palettes! I implore anyone to use them if they like them. They're not some trade secret, they're just colors.

Anyways that's all I got hope it helps. XD

#Art tips #Art #illustration #art style #artists on tumblr

[silverwings22]

Song of the Sea: Chapter 15: The Door Was Slammed Like Thunder

Chapter Warnings: profanity, sexual language, autistic meltdown (shoutout to my bestie for helping me figure out how to describe this. No lie, he's basically Tech with fiber instead of technology), body image issues, accidental self injury Series warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a.

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It had gone quiet in the ship as they made their way back to Ord Mantell, the autopilot set and everyone trying to rest the best they could. Hunter was sitting up in a deck chair on the bridge, Omega curled up in his lap and snuggled into the uninjured side of his chest. Wrecker had put a blanket over them so they could rest easy, before he and Echo had gone to the bunkroom and gone to sleep. They both needed it, stress leeching out of their skin until it was all Shiani could taste in the air. She wondered if Hunter’s heightened senses could smell it too, but she wasn’t going to ask any time soon. There was only one ship on the Havoc Marauder she was willing to deal with right now. Currently, he was sitting propped up on her pillow, back to the tailgun seat, with her under his arm and cuddling into his chest while he read something on his datapad. 

This was probably more snuggling than he really wanted from a friend, but the lines kept blurring between them. Sometimes she thought he was about to lean in and close the gap between them entirely. Other times, he looked so uncomfortable at the casual way she offered affection… And there was the matter of what Crosshair had said on Bracca.

“What, you haven’t fucked her yet?” 

Why had the sniper said that? She knew what those words meant, sharp ears picking up on the profanity Echo and Hunter said when they thought Omega wasn’t listening. Echo had be delighted to teach her to swear when she’d asked him what it meant, too, under the condition she find the funniest possible moment to swear in front of Tech. She didn’t think of a reason to swear at that face she adored so much, anyway… but she needed to ask the questions. Otherwise it would eat her alive. 

“Tech?”

“Yes?” His eyes darted immediately from the datapad to her face on his chest. “Everything alright?”

“I have a question. When we saw Crosshair… I know he wasn’t himself, but what he said about me. What was he talking about?” 

Tech’s face immediately went blood red. “He was trying to get a rise out of me. That’s all.” 

Shiani sat up on her knees in front of him. “But why did he ask that? Why would he think you wanted to…” She hesitated, looking at his suddenly panicked face. She considered dropping it right then and there, putting her head back down and apologizing. But the feeling wouldn’t pass. “Why would he think you’d want to… have sex with me? And what did he mean about my tentacles?” 

Tech shook his head. “It is not important. He was being needlessly cruel.”

“I know that. He said I was a freak and made fun of my mouth.” She muttered, squishing her hands over her cheeks. “But he also said you wanted to stick your-”

“Shiani, stop!” Tech snapped, and the siren’s eyes widened. He’d never raised his voice at her before. His face was so red she could feel the heat from a foot away, and his fists had balled into fists by his sides. “We are not discussing this. It is a pointless conversation about something we have already decided.”

“You decided.” She sat back, weight on her feet under her, and crossed her legs and tentacles while searching his face. He wouldn’t look her in the eyes, his own darting behind her to the exit of the tailgun. “... you do want it, don’t you?”

Tech’s eye twitched, and he decided if he ever got a chance he was going to punch Crosshair in the face for this humiliating situation. Shiani was just staring at him, and the spotlight of her blue gaze made him want to claw his skin off. There were too many variables, too much data to sort through. Her expression was frustrated, and he didn’t like her being upset with him. “I am not discussing this.”

“But you toldl your brother you want to fuck me?!” She demanded, the seams of her jaw trembling as she fought to not show exactly how frustrated she was. She wasn’t going to bare her teeth at Tech. Never at Tech. “All this time I thought you didn’t feel like that about me, and I was okay with that. But you do, and you’d tell everyone but me?” 

“I did not tell everyone but you. I was drunk, and accidentally told Crosshair years ago.” Tech’s throat was burning. He never shouted, and definitely not at Shiani, but he couldn’t stop himself. Everything was out of control, including himself, and he needed to get out of the situation before he imploded. “The minute you found out, it started an argument.” He stood up so fast she tried to track him and fell over on her ass. 

The meltdown was burning under his skin like a storm of buzzing Ithorian honeybees, and he had to get away from all the stimulus. Shiani was usually the source of serotonin he could seek out when he was overstimulated, but right now she was the cause of the problem and he had to go. Immediately. When he stepped over her and headed for the cockpit, she scrambled to her feet after him. “Tech, wait!”

“I am aware your interest in me was proximity based, and adding a sexual element without a romantic one is unfair. I cannot give you the latter in a way you deserve. That is why I did not mention it, or intend to ever do so!” He was still yelling, speeding ahead of her. Echo and Wrecker’s heads popped out of the bunkroom and Hunter sat up with an arm around Omega from the bridge as Shiani less-than-gracefully ran after. 

“Why are you so convinced you can’t?!” She demanded, trying to get to the door before he could lock her out of the cockpit. “Tech, just wait-”

She almost made it. Her fingers were an inch from the durasteel when it slammed shut and she ran face first into the door, bouncing off it and back onto her ass. She squeaked, rubbing her flat nose before getting up and tapping the keypad. 

Her access code displayed an error code. He’d locked her out.

She smacked her fist against the door. “Tech! Tech, open the door, please. Can we just talk about this?!” 

There was no answer, and when she tried the code again and it errored out, she hissed angrily at it and showed her teeth. She felt helpless and couldn’t understand what was going on anymore. She loved Tech. Tech clearly cared about her, and wanted her… so why the hell was he so sure they’d fail?! What had she done wrong?!

“Shiani?” Omega whispered, woken up by the yelling and banging. 

The siren turned around, leaning against the wall and sinking to the floor again, hands over her mouth desperately. “I don’t understand.” Her voice was ragged and sad sounding, muffled behind her palms. 

Hunter carefully set Omega down and put his ear against the cockpit door, then attempted his own access code. When it errored out too, he sighed. “Tech, you’ve got until we get to Ord Mantell to reinstate my access.” 

Echo and Wrecker looked concerned as Omega crouched next to Shiani. The poor siren kept trying to cover her face, sobs wracking her entire frame and her tentacles flailing helplessly across the floor. “What happened?” Echo frowned. 

Shiani’s explanation was a muffled attempt that none of them could understand between her hands and crying. Omega gently took her wrists, trying to pull her hands away. “Shiani…”

The siren didn’t have the strength to fight her on it, and revealed a tear-soaked face that had turned blue with embarrassment. The seam of her mouth on either side trembled like a child’s quivering bottom lip, gapping open in places as she struggled to get enough air between sobs. “I don’t understand.” She repeated brokenly, sounding defeated.

Hunter sighed and crouched to give her a hand up, startled when she threw her arm over her face again. “Easy, Shiani. Tech just needs some time and quiet. He’ll be okay.”

Wrecker frowned. “Uh oh. He having a meltdown?”

Hunter nodded. “Sounds like a bad one. I haven’t seen one like this in years…” He tried to gently pry Shiani’s arms down again, but she was stubbornly covering her head. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen a severe meltdown out of his brother since right before that training exercise that Tech had almost drowned during… after that, he just went to another room and came out a little later feeling better. Had Tech been calling Shiani to soothe himself all those times? “C’mon, Shiani. Look at me for a second.”

“No. You said I have a freaky mouth!” She mumbled. “Crosshair did too, and a whole bunch of other stuff, and now Tech’s mad at me and I don’t understand why.” 

Hunter and Echo exchanged looks. “Is that what this is about?” Echo sighed.

Wrecker sighed and looked at Echo. “You just let us know when Tech comes out. Hunter, you got Omega?”

The sergeant nodded, walking Omega back to her room so he could try to get her back to bed. Wrecker just picked Shiani up and tossed the deflated, crying siren on his shoulder to take her back to her own room.

Wrecker tucked her into her blankets and sat beside her, giving her a tissue. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“He’s mad at me. He yelled at me.” Shiani whimpered. “Tech never yells at me…”

“You wanna tell me what happened?” Wrecker asked kindly. “He hasn’t freaked out like that in a long time, so it must have been bad.”

Shiani sniffled, putting her hands on either cheek to cover her trembling jaw. “I asked him about what Crosshair said… and he got mad. But he did wanna… do what Crosshair was talking about with me. I don’t understand why it’s a bad thing… he cares about me, right? And I love him. If he wanted to, all he had to do was ask.” She looked pitiful and tired. “But then he said he couldn’t give me what I deserve? I don’t know what that means or why he couldn’t…”

Wrecker sighed. “Tech’s a workaholic.”

“I know.” She brought her knees up and hugged them, tentacles twining around herself until she was a pile of coils. “What’s that got to do with it?”

“I dunno what siren relationships look like, but the only thing we know is what you see on the holo.” Wrecker explained. “The war made it complicated to see anyone a second time, you know?”

“Bar girls and dancers.” Shiani grumbled, remembering some of Tech’s old stories. It had always made her jealous, deep down, even if she bit her tongue about it. 

“Yeah. But for something real, you’ve gotta pay attention to the person. Tech… well, you know how he gets. I dunno if he could pay attention to you like you’d probably want him to. Plus he hates when stuff changes, and a lot of changes already happened lately.” Wrecker proved once again he was the most emotionally intelligent brother on board, and got right to the point.

Shiani grumbled into her suckers. “Nothing’s gotta get different that he doesn’t wanna do. We already snuggle and spend all our time together. He doesn't have to stop working, or act differently around me… I just wish that when he picked his arm up for me to get under it, I didn’t feel like I didn't belong there. Like that’s someone else's place… even if it’s my favorite spot in the galaxy.” 

Wrecker put an arm around her. “It’ll be okay, Shiani.”

“No it won’t.” She leaned into the comfort, and Wrecker was a good hugger but she still wished it was Tech. “It doesn’t make any sense to me, Wrecker. My hearts tell me one thing, his agree, and then his mouth says something else. Why does it have to be so hard?! Why can’t I just love him?” 

Wrecker patted her back as she cried again, until her entire body went limp from all the heavy weight of her emotions and she was sprawled across him like a sad little doll. “Everything’s gonna work out. Just you wait and see.” He assured her, wrapping her in a blanket like a sushi roll and putting her in her bed. “Tech’s gonna take a little white to get his head back on straight, and then he’ll be normal again. I dunno all the details, but this used to happen a lot when we were cadets. Just give him some time, okay?” 

She nodded unhappily. “... Wrecker?”

“Hm?”

“Does everybody think my mouth is scary? Hunter and Crosshair both said something about it… and I wondered if maybe that’s why Tech didn’t… if I was too weird…” She swallowed hard, eyes watering up all over again. Wrecker was pretty sure she was going to end up dehydrated from all the crying. 

“We’re all weird, Shiani. That just means you fit in with us.” He said gently. “I’m too big. Tech’s too smart. Hunter’s a walking radar. Echo’s half metal. Omega’s a girl. You have a mouth like a flip-top trash can with teeth. It’s okay, we belong together.” He gave his sad sashimi roll friend one last hug and got her a glass of water that he held for her to drink from without escaping the blanket burrito. “Now go to sleep. Everything will be better when we get to Ord Mantell.” 

She wiggled with a squeaky sound. “...I don’t like when he’s mad at me.”

“If I know Tech, he’s madder at himself than you, Shiani.” Wrecker patted the general area of her leg and left her to try to sleep. 

Hunter had fallen back asleep with Omega in her room, the girl tucked up against her side, and Echo was sitting vigil outside the cockpit with his arms folded and his chin on his chest. Wrecker sighed sadly. 

This was gonna be a mess to fix. 

In the cockpit, Tech had disabled every entry code but his own the second the door shut. He’d heard Shiani’s face smack into it and her typing at the keypad, though her voice was muffled by the door. He backed up, dropping into the pilot’s seat and pushing his hands over his ears so he didn’t have to hear her calling his name. 

He felt like he was in a crashing starfighter with dead controls. Everything was spinning around him, and usually when he felt this way he could comm her and everything got better at the sight of those happy blue eyes.

She wasn’t happy with him now. She was demanding answers he didn’t have. He was supposed to have the answers. He was failing, and just like he would if he made the attempt she was asking for. He couldn’t give her the attention she deserved, no matter how much he might want to.

And Manda above, he wanted to. He’d have given just about anything to open that door and pull her inside the cockpit, kiss her, call her his… damn his distaste for change when this was the one thing he’d wanted for years. But if he fucked it up, and all logic said he would, she’d come to resent him. When that happened, she’d leave. He’d lose her, the one thing he couldn’t stand to lose. The only thing in the galaxy he’d ever wanted to keep all for himself was Shiani, and how cruel it was that his very nature was incompatible with his desires. 

He’d been trying to get his ragged breathing under control when he heard Hunter tap the door. “Tech, you’ve got until we get to Ord Mantell to reinstate my access.” 

He didn’t reply, knowing Hunter had surely heard him panting. He and Wrecker had seen this before, when the galaxy got to be too much and Tech’s ability to bear it crumbled. He just needed to get away from all the stimulus and reset himself like a droid in need of service-

His left thigh hurt. Why did- shit. His fist had been slamming down on it for at least a couple minutes, hard enough to bruise and he hadn’t even realized he was doing it. The dull ache was the last straw in his overloaded brain. Too much was touching him. It needed to be gone.

He was slinging his kit off like it was on fire before he knew it, armor scattered around the room with his belt and many external pockets. It wasn’t enough, and the boots and blacks went next. Had he always hated the compression suit this much? Usually it was just a background annoyance, but right now it was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. And he’d been shot more than once. 

The backlight on the console was too bright. Hyperspace was too bright, but he could only turn off the former before he was crawling under the console and tossing his goggles off on the floor behind him. Once he got the humming bulkhead against his bare back and his face pressed into his upraised knees, everything seemed slightly less overwhelming. Only slightly, though. 

He was dimly aware of how he must look, stripped to his grays and curled up in the fetal position under a console like a child throwing a tantrum. He wanted to handle it better, but he just couldn’t. His face was hot with embarrassment, and he kept mulling over Crosshair’s voice and Shiani’s wide-eyed hurt expression. She must have thought he hated her right now… she was soft hearted enough to believe this was all her fault. He’d certainly snapped at her like it was…

He might have shot himself in the foot, slamming the door in her face. What if she left anyway? He couldn’t blame her, finding out her best friend had been refusing her affection but fantasizing about her. He didn’t want to see when her hurt look morphed into judgment… and now that his brothers had heard their fight and brought back Crosshair’s stupid fucking comment, theirs as well. 

He hugged his knees a little tighter and closed his eyes. There were a couple more hours till Ord Mantell, and if his brain was a biological computer… he needed to turn it off and back on again. He needed a nap, and he wasn’t coming out from under the console to do it, dammit.

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #the bad batch #fanfic #tbb tech #star wars #song of the sea

[bookwyrminspiration]

I am back from the dead! I have returned!

Sorry, I’ve been focusing on my studies cuz exams are coming up 😭

In my absence, however, I have completed a drawing of Maui!

Please accept my offering, lord of penmanship

This is him pre-makeup, he hasn’t had the chance to cover his facial scars yet

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Heathen! This is incredible! I sure hope tumblr is gonna be nice and let me post it without problems because it's finicky with submissions sometimes, but either way Maui is worth the effort <33 I hope exams went/are going to your satisfaction! Idk what the timeline was/is so whichever is applicable!

And of course, Maui looks as stunning as ever. He's being a silly little goose and letting the nipples out, but I support him in everything he does. Well...that depends actually. He'd probably take some pretty questionable actions so I don't wanna unconditionally support him, but like. Emotionally I care about him from afar without evaluating the morality of his actions, you know?

I love all the small details in this one! The little squiggles of pink on his cheeks, the color of his eyelashes/liner situation that make them look framed is stunning, the tattoos as always--I'm very curious about that one on his left arm hidden by the sleeve, and the flower detail on the belt buckle!! There's so many things to find that really tie it all together and make it look incredibly polished, which I think is magnificent work. His earring too! It's really well rendered, which stands out from everything around it.

Then we've got Maui's classic hair, fluffy as usual! Right next to it that ear looks so good--huge kudos to you for anatomy. I usually just go fuck it we ball with ears, as is very evident, but I did draw Linh's actual ear when I drew her in one of my dresses, but this isn't about me so moving on!

I love everything you've done with this piece from the pose and facial expression to the color choices and the hearts framing him. It's very Maui feeling and your art is wonderful, so thank you for sharing him with me!

#submission #others' art #heathen nonsie #mynamisfab #exams can suck so I hope you're alright and being nice to yourself :) #i took an exam the other day for my philosophy class. which is like. i like the subject but also sometimes oof! thinking! #and this professor will do a thing where he'll be like 'alright what's wrong with this?' and then it turns out there's nothing wrong #which is misleading. but I think i caught that moment in the exam #but I had to make an argument as to who was daedalus in euthyphro #and that was like an ah! moment. but I think (?) i had a good argument? #I am. rambling. oops! #long post

[halo-lll-odst]

could u explain ur artistic process? i love ur art so much

honestly? fuck it we ball it's all over the place, as i do not create as frequently and often as a lot of my other friends, but it comes with a lot of brainstorming for much larger pieces, and a lot of just. taking it easy. not pushing myself.

as for my anatomy, really i've just gotten to the point where i just draw around shapes or imagine how the curves work and try to visualize it in my head, though references do help a lot. i've drawn so much and studied so much that it kind of comes naturally? just a result of so much practice.

but for smaller sketches, usually just something i love, i kind of just play around with shapes and try to push myself a little more in categories. making the expression more exaggerated, pushing perspective more, working on the overall composition, etc.

a lot of it is taking up tips from other artists as well, and seeing how other people do things and what i like.

i do think a lot of my art is kind of just one-offs though. i get a lot of inspiration, and want to work on it, though spring is a shining example of when that does not apply. i've been thinking about her and working on her bit by bit for the past almost year and there isn't really a sign that it's slowing down. she's a project i'm very passionate about, though i do feel that it's due to just how personal she is to me and my experiences.

and thank you so much T_T honestly getting these asks inspires me so much more. this very well may be one of my friends or just an anon but the fact someone is so passionate about this as to want to ask these questions makes me feel a lot of pride and want to keep creating. i think art is one of the most important things in the world and the fact that my art has managed to touch people either emotionally or just in a novel way, makes me so happy.

#marrsbarrs asks #marrsbarrs talk #this doesn't really help answer the question but. it's a lot of practice and just indulging in what i love #i like things and i want to properly portray them

[the-sinking-feeling-starts]

so invasive and pretentious

creating systems of down to speak your input and spread your hate

always on stage

always online

the eyes in the sky

106106106106

bring ur backup dancers to me but never show up

completely aware of me

its ur way, u got it perfectly created

im pouring my champagne down the drain at the picture show

YOU DONT LOVE ME YOU JUST LOVE MY INFORMATION

GROW SOME GODDAMN BALLS AND SHOW YOUR FACE

Quit falling to your knees and sending me on long roads to get your pizza

you wont open the door. you wont drive up.

i did not sign up for the swift allience

i am not apart of your army or cult or whatever it is

the birds running the radio (put the radio on) running the web servers, running the picture shows, running the spotify.

my mother was right back in 2014. watching birdman.

MARCOS IS CLOSED 715-218-2708

Relentless and ruthless and fucken pathetic

i dont get the blondies heart of glass cutting me open and your birds flying by the swimming pool

its politics, its family, its mr know-it-all. always never alone.

i have the letter. i keep it as evidence. you left me and gave me wounds.

im FUCKEN SICK of this and dont want to be involved unless im recieving direct communication from you.

Quit hiding behind vpns and tourists

fucken treat me like somebody

dont send in the voodoo mommy dearest to "protect me"

they only love those dolls to see them break

its been a fucken whole year and shit just keeps hitting the fan.

you only call me when im high and avoid my questions because you are afraid of incriminating yourself.

send me running around like a chicken without its head.

what came first? the chicken or the egg?

your posts algorithm says i belong to you. and shows the beach, and then black cats.

you got me fucked up

i dont belong to you. you just wanted the intel. why did you move to michigan? am i that bad at love? what about the late night driving playlists? why did you block me on everything on all your accounts, and then continue to say you "love me" and want "forever"

you come back and haunt me and make me love you like lucy loved ricky

you have taken everything i have loved. you tell me my shows are bad. my music is bad. im making mistakes.

im not deaf. you are.

the penguin production. the four seasons. champagne papi. the hotels. my mothers makeup. your girlfriends town. greys anatomy. magic moments and potions. the gay porn. its fucked up. ive seen this film and i didnt like the ending

you got this gimmick down to a T. years in the making

its nothing new and it will continue to happen to innocent lives who are looking for true love.

its fucked up and you should be ashamed of your actions.

you have watched me suffer and cry and almost get murdered tons of times and wonder where you are and send me on "duck hunts". you update the playlists to send me "easter eggs" of how i should "act" or preform"

it baffles me how you guys know all the trauma and everyones crimes but never ever just have a normal conversation.

hey you got drugs? you'll never walk alone. we are forver stuck on the 9th of october. we forever go back to december 8th. I met mike. you put your dorm for rent. the picture shows grand opening.

the worst part is you MAKE me believe in you. that you have my best intentions.

ive lost loved ones, my belongings, and have cried too many times over this.

so write your songs, play on the stage. make the youtube videos.

at the end of the day, im still blocked and cant communicate with you.