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pyrusinc · 1 month

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Sharp knives, sharp eyes, sharp lies- yet somehow everything else about Cynic seems dull when compared to the sharpness of their tongue.

(@wisteriasymphony i gave your blorbo the equilibrium treatment, model sheet be dammed)

#btw this the different body shapes are intentional #its part of cynics disguise glamour mweheh #miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous fanart #thewarmembraceofshadow #my art

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nefertitiacai · 11 months

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Astro observations : "I GOT IT FROM MY DADDY" (AND MOMMY) edition

yk that one "DADDY" song by PSY sksksk

🪷 Venus in 4th house is an indicater of person being very beautiful and blessed with good looking genetics. They can also be conventionally attractive since 4th house also rules homeland, so they may be deemed as attractive where they live. A genetically blessed placement.

🪷 Jupiter in the 4th house is also an indicator for having a feature that may be "large" that runs through the family. Like being voluptuous or tall. Again a "genetically blessed" placement.

🪷 Sun/Jupiter in the 10th house individuals can learn a lot of stuff related to careers and build connections through their father.

🪷 Moon/Saturn in the second house may have some distinct facial features which resemble their parents. As both are considered planets that rule over parents and the second house rules over face.

🔴 (TW: Generational Trauma) ⏬

(also the observation and remedies which I've mentioned are purely based on generalization, if you may be dealing with it on a serious note then consulting a medical/health care professional is what is required💚)

🪷 Those who have Mars/Chiron/Saturn/Pluto in the 4th house/cancer/conj Moon may beat themselves up for a certain "flaw" which they consider themselves to have. This habit or problem may make them feel powerless. As if they are unable to change it. However, in actuality that "problem" didn't start with them but may be a generational thing/a characteristic which got inherited from a family member. [Our genetics play a major role in general with the way we are today (yes even personality-wise). But one can change it by will and if they indulge in self-improvement techniques like meditation, visualization, journaling with clear intentions, and other mindful activities]

📚 (PS. as a book enthusiast to others who are into reading self help books I'd recommend those who are dealing with such problems to read the book "It Didn't Start with You: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are and How to End the Cycle" by Mark Wolynn 😃)

(TW: mommy issues) moon conj Pluto placement and being notorious with mommy issues.

However, in my case, I have this placement and I don't feel it to be like that. My relationship with my mom is a very typical one. We have different views on certain stuff but we aren't toxic. Nonetheless, what I consider really to be toxic is my mom's side of the family and her childhood had also not been the best. So this placement actually may be something regarding the fact that your mum had to go through a lot and if you know that fact then it is easy to forgive her and give her a tight hug whenever you can.

This placement can also be an indicator of the child's mom going through a stressful phase during the time of the birth.

🟢 TW over, ok enough with sad stuff now 🤧

🪷 It is an observation but I've noticed Sagittarius, Pisces, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Leo placements folks may resemble their father's looks and personality-wise distinctively. Like there's that one feature that they may also be known for like, "you have a smile like your dad". It may be due to them being ruled by Jupiter, Saturn, and sun respectively, the celestial bodies which deal with "fatherly figures" in astrology.

🪷 Leo, Cancer, Aries, Gemini and Capricorn placements 🤝 acting all wholesome and cute when their mom is around.

🪷 If you and your sibling both have prominent mercury placements then you might hear someone saying this at some point "oh YoU BOth LoOk likE eACh otHer a Lot" and y'all will be like "b*tch no, from which angle, I am obviously more gorgeous 😤"

🪷You know being a Sagittarius 🐎(also honorable mention Aquarius and Pisces) this proverb literally go with us for our parents 'You can lead a horse 🐎 to water but you can't make him drink '

📚[ PS. if the horse is willing then only it'll drink, you can't drink water on its behalf. (That's the universal truth with life btw, you are responsible for your own tasks. Others can only guide you but in the end, it's you who will have to act, innit)]

Even though it is for our own "good" and "wellbeing" that our parents do and force these placements to be doing things in a certain way these placements will only "keep drink up to it" if it gives them a feeling of expansion and freedom. (That's why Sagittarius and Pisces placements are deemed to be "irresponsible" but that's not the case. And Aquarius placements have a reputation to be "rebellious" but that's unlikely. These placements most of the time may think ahead of their time and may have a bigger picture on things that's why they may consider certain tasks to be irrelevant (however it can also backfire and this certainly doesn't mean to be an excuse to run away))

🪷 Virgo and Libra placements tend to have good mannerisms which may be taught by their parents. They are big on punctuality. Also, they are well-behaved and sweet people. Often being talked about as "their parents raised them well".

Virgo is associated with the 6th house which is also the house that rules over service so they tend to be helpful. Libra on the other hand is associated with the 7th house which is the house of partnerships, that's why they like to treat people with kindness and have a pleasing appeal. Like a comrade. (Although this also has a shadow aspect to it, this can make these placements to be perfectionists in unhealthy amounts and they may start to have people-pleasing tendencies. They may also grow pessimistic since many people may view their kindness to be their weakness, which is not true at all you guys, y'all are great and don't fall into what those low vibrational people have to say.)

It's 11:11 while I type this 💫 also, umaru chan is so adorable

#astro community #astrology #astro observations #astrology observations #family #astrology community #astrology placements #astro placements #astro notes

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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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Ghost & König x Plus-Size Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Implied/meantioned smut, some 18+ content (vague), bodily insecurities mentioned, fluff, a whole lot of love, two men being so down bad for you that it's no laughing matter, implied physical assault (not on Reader), Fem Reader, Jealous Ghost is implied, Jealous Konig (for different reasons)

Ghost:

He is absolutely, indisputebly, so atrociously down bad for you.

He seriously can never get enough of you.

If you were EVER insecure about any part of you, and he found out about it, he'd just give you a look of pure confusion.

What do you mean your thighs make you sad sometimes??

They don't make him sad.

On the contrary, they bring him nothing but joy!

Especially when they're wrapped around his head.

Seriously though, he loves you regardless of your size, shape, weight, etc.

Loves cuddling you because you're always so warm.

Calls you his "perfect pocket heater." Usually rasping it in your ear when he's pressed up behind you in bed during the winter months.

Whenever he's called back on duty, he says he wishes he could just pack you into his bag and take you with him to keep him company (and warm).

His other nickname for you is "Muffin" (you'll see why later).

Loves squeezing you.

And cuddling you.

Anywhere and everywhere.

Wherever there is skin to grab and hold, by god, he'll hold it.

He doesn't poke or squeeze you in ways that can be construed as teasing, though, especially if you're self-conscious about yourself.

And if by some sheer act of ignorance or cruelty somebody else makes you feel bad about your weight.

💀

Next time you see them, they're an assault statistic on the evening news, one who is in "critical condition", at that.

Ghost loves having you on top of him btw.

Regardless of the intent, whether sexual or not, he loves feeling your weight on him.

It grounds him.

Reminds him that you're here, that you're real. That Ghost is capable of love and is allowed to be happy.

Also, quick note, Ghost ADORES seeing you in stockings.

Loves how the elastic squeezes your thighs and makes them spill over the fabric.

He always calls them his "little muffins".

He thinks it makes you look even more beautiful (if that's possible).

He's had to reprimand some of his colleagues for staring at you.

Though, he can't blame them: they all know you're gorgeous.

Feels like it would be a crime not to watch you.

Like visiting every other painting in a gallery except the Mona Lisa.

König:

Man is huge and built like a bear, but the second you sit on his lap, his spirit is GONE.

He loves when you lay in his arms like The Pietà; makes him feel strong. Trusted.

His favourite thing about you is your waist.

He just can't stop looking at it.

He loves the shape.

Is fascinated by it, watching it change shape slightly when you sit down.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"How...How does it do that (perform basic biology)?"

Truly, the female body is an enigma to König.

Though yours is not.

Like Ghost, he will grab onto any skin, fold and crevice he can get his hands onto (or into).

Worries if he's too big for you sometimes (in more ways than one) :-(

He lives for the weight of you on his thighs when you ride him.

Makes him feel secure, like he's paper and you're the paperweight.

And it makes him feel dependable 💪.

Also feels safe whenever he gets to play with your hands.

Loves your skin so much.

The texture, the veins, the wrinkles, the stretch marks; he goes feral for everything that is you.

You compare proportions sometimes.

König is strangely competitive when it comes to his thighs.

If you have bigger thighs than him, you're going to have to reassure him that yes, he is still your big bear, and yes, he is still very handsome. And yes, of course he's not too weak for you.

Proves it via the aforementioned riding sessions.

Is your #1 fan.

No dispute.

Oh, btw, if you wear any kind of leather or latex around him, he's hard until you take it off (or he takes it off you).

He just can't handle your silhouette.

Just does something to a man.

This man in particular.

That memory will haunt him in the best possible way for as long as tiem exists.

Proves kind of troublesome during missions though ngl.

You know, during times when König really needs to not be hard.

Would hammer anyone into the ground who made you feel insecure about yourself.

"König...when did you buy those red gloves?"

König, looking down at his blood-drenched hands: "Uhh...last week at the market?"

His nickname for you is "Cake."

Short and sweet. Just like you.

Unless you're tall. In that case tall and sweet lmao.

Reblog for more content like this! It helps creators like myself tremendously and it is greatly appreciated :-)

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seneon · 7 months

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𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍'𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

a grave has never looked so messy before. has an itchy hand dug it up? anyway, when one walks past the uneasy grave, they will come across a large tomb, far larger than the other. what could lie in such a grave? only a large creature seeking for love.

LANCE X FEMALE! READER 🎬 tw: shit father, gore + needles. A/N — the third piece. this is not for the weak stomachs btw. and lance is a beautiful frankenstein don't worry LOL

creating a creature from the pieces of different human parts and piecing them back together is not what a particular man had in mind. his intention was to create something to discover the secrets of life and death. or something.

but on accident with some missteps, he created a monster. a tall, large monster with the features supposedly of a monster, but out came a beautiful giant. with the longing feeling of affection.

since . . .

his creator did not like him one bit.

lance, a creation of a monster that existed for such a ridiculous reason with no other purposes in life. a beautiful giant, made to be a rat of the lab. a creation left in the dark, abandoned very soon by his very own creator.

what was so wrong about lance? what went wrong? isn't he beautiful? isn't that what his creator pictured in his theory-obsessed mind?

the creature lived in solitude for months. his organs does not work. he could survive an eternity without food or water, perhaps he could even survive in extreme changes of weather. either way, he would be a beauty in those weather.

lance looked at himself in the mirror left behind by his creator. it wouldn't even fit his entire body. he was simply too large to fit in the frame. all he could see was an angelic face with a poorly stitched body. he could see weird substances oozing out from those stitches, and they weren't even blood.

at least, to lance. not until a man arrived at the abandoned facility along with his beautiful daughter. they seek to help or 'complete' the experiment that the creator of lance had left behind. as told by mr. l/n, he introduced himself as the partner of his creator. maybe mr. l/n could give lance a new purpose in life.

"i am going to sew you properly," you said, preparing your tools to sew the loose stitches on lance, the beautiful monster. "ready?"

the monster nodded, watching as you carefully poke the needle into his unfeeling skin and started tightening the stitching, replacing some with new stitches so he would look way better. lance's eyes never left you, your focus, and he took notice of how your hair falls to the front as you work on his hands.

without noticing, his hands made its way to brush your hair behind your ears, causing you to look up. was it fear that he saw in your eyes? no. it isn't. your fingers weren't shaking at all. it couldn't be. it was sorrow and hatred all alone, no found fear.

lance fell in love with a human girl who first stitched his arms the moment he knew of her.

your father saw that it was so, then came a genius idea that sparked his mind and motivation. in continuing a project that his old friend had left alone. the man let the monster understand what it was like to be human. he treated lance like a human boy, teaching him life and emotions. and feelings. he sparked an attraction in lance's heart, all of it feeling towards you.

"i want y/n to be my companion."

lance said.

that was all it needed for your father's final tool to be put to use after months of shaping the creature into a perfect human monster. all he needed was for lance to utter those few words and he will be putting you to use.

tool.

all this time, that was all you were to your father. a mere tool to be used for the completion of a monster and a new era. you were simply just a draft that was almost forgotten.

your last memories were of your father hitting you over and over again, strapping you to an examination bed before injecting you with a drug. a drug that would be the last pain you will ever feel in your entire life.

when y/n opened her eyes, lance felt his face lit up at the sight of his new companion. a beauty, same as him, a creature. so beautiful, that he wouldn't dare touch her just in case she crumbles from his harsh hands.

there the forgotten soul of y/n lies in a renewed body of female monster, created to be the companion of lance the beautiful monster. with mind and heart belonging to a real girl. she is to sew every loose stitches in lance's limbs and to tend to his needs.

y/n is to be a frankenstein creation's lover.

grave two 🪦 spooktober graveyard series | NEXT

#🪦 spooktober graveyard #lance crown #lance crown x reader #mashle #mashle x reader #mashle lance #mashle imagines #lance x reader

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nightcolorz · 2 months

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I must confess something, I do not understand white Vox lol is it just his VA? He may be just a TV with a body but his eyes seem to be drawn as east asian and thats his most prominent human feature. Majority of the time I see people draw him as a human they actually erase his real eye shape to (I assume) make him look more white. There's no real canon so people can hc whatever but I am so intrigued by how people are interpreting him white. I promise there are nasty tech/media ceos that overwork their employees all over the world... maybe im reading too much into it because the show is otherwise verrrry western-centric. Just curious how you view it, you're definitely in the majority and i realize people like me are the outliers but just saw your post and had to ask (if you didnt mind sharing).

Anon is referring to this post btw for context: https://www.tumblr.com/nightcolorz/746235899544813568/my-hot-take-is-that-i-think-that-a-vox-human?source=share

Anon ur hella polite and ik u got good intentions so I was stressing a little over how to respond without invalidating ur headcanon cuz like, I never want to be the guy saying “this character is white and u can’t headcanon them as a racial minority” cuz that’s pretty shitty no matter what. We definitely have different takes but when I’m explaining my interpretation I don’t wanna sound like I’m trying to boss ppl around and say there’s only one way u can see these characters. This is just my personal interpretation and I was being funny in my og post implying that my interpretation is the “correct” way. But since u asked I’ll explain my reasoning why I (and prob other ppl) see Vox as extremely white lol.

I don’t take Vox’s physical appearance into account at all when thinking about his ethnicity cuz in a show were everyone is pretty racially ambiguous design wise Vox is one of the most ambiguously humanoid characters, like my guy literally has a tv for a head with eyes and a mouth, and that’s it. I don’t see ur point about his eyes at all tbh, to me Vox’s vaguely slanted eyes have always come off more like a devious squint than an ethnic feature. Even still I don’t read slanted eyes as Asian automatically so it never occurred to me.

I don’t read as Vox as white bcus of his VA being white or him being a tech bro billionaire (but ig they play a part). I read Vox as white mostly bcus I see his background as a former religious extremist/cult leader from the 50s with a skill in life and in death for male manipulating ppl and using them for his own gain as very white and western. (I got this info from his official reference sheet for auditioning va’s, here that is)

His capitalistic ideals and business practices r meant to mirror (extremely white) billionaires like Musk and Bezos, which adds to my perception of him. Of course being a billionaire tech guy is not a western white man exclusive thing, but I feel that if we were meant to perceive Vox as someone not from America that would definitely be coded or in some way communicated. And I say this with as little ill will as possible, but for me I wouldn’t want to perceive Vox as an East Asian tech bro billionaire specifically bcus there r negative stereotypes and connotations attached there. East Asian men have a history of being negatively stereotyped as corrupt tech business owners. I don’t think u are trying to imply those stereotypes with ur head canon (frankly it’s hard to avoid negative stereotypes in fiction a lot of the time bcus stereotypes encompass such a vast range of things that its hard to take them all into account). But regardless, it’s smth we should try to be conscious of.

Anyways, I also usually take these character’s personalities and values, self image, etc into account when im thinking about race, bcus race is more then color, and especially for characters with lives and personalities based in much less tolerant time periods, it’s significant to consider how race would play a role in forming the way they navigate the world. Based on how Vox behaves I can’t see him as being racially marginalized. I’m gonna compare Vox to alastor a little cuz alastor is canonically creole and I think he serves as a good reference for someone I perceive as not white in comparison to Vox and how I think he differs and contradicts the experiences of a racial minority.

Vox to me comes off as someone who thinks he is entitled to power, respect, privilege, etc, which is a very standard type of attitude for a white man who was alive in the 1950s to have. He’s very emotionally immature and volatile, doesn’t seem to concern much over his public image beyond petty dick measuring contests with alastor (he regularly publicly has angry tantrums and doesn’t break a sweat over how this will affect his status). He obviously cares about it (scolding Valentino for embarrassing him and such) but he doesn’t seem to worry about loss of reputation in any sort of real way. I get the impression that Vox has always had at least a standard amount of social standing and privilege and can’t see a life for himself without the fundamental privilege he feels owed there to support him. He’s basically a man baby, a man baby who still manages to garner power and respect effortlessly (it comes naturally to him) while remaining whiny and insecure. Very white man of him! White man behavior!

in comparison, Alastor, (who I do not read as white) is always frantically clinging to his composed self image and his power as if it will slip away from him if he loosens his grasp at all. He has an extremely firm grip on his composure to the point where he never allows anyone to see him slip at all, let alone frown (despite his mental health and emotional well being being equally fragile as Vox’s). Alastor understands deeply how little the world owes him and how difficult and unreliable his acquiring of status actually is. He is borderline neurotic about retaining his power and staying on top. Despite the smile, Alastor is always defensive and fearful, picking fights with anyone he thinks might be a threat like a small dog or a prey animal would. Meanwhile, Vox conducts himself like a man with nothing to loose. I feel like Vox grew up with money and doesn’t know poverty or a lack of privilege in any intimate way that would drive him to guard it in anyway beyond flippant. To Vox power, status, and privilege are inherent. Same can’t be said for alastor.

tldr in conclusion Vox’s brand of bad feels very specific to a white man, alongside his emotional immaturity and his attitude, mindset, and behavior. This is why I see him as white asf, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong or it’s in anyway less correct to headcanon him as a different race. That’s just how I see him. Thank u for sending the ask anon it was pretty interesting to write! Have a good day! (btw i love Vox he’s one of my fav character lol me calling him a white as shit privileged entitled man baby douchebag is out of love and all I find interesting and fun about him)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox hazbin

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fanfiction4sooya · 9 months

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Proud to be yours (Rosé x Miyeon)

Mommy kink, fingering, nsfw, oral and vaginal sex, fluff.

This request ended up more fluffly than kinky, I just think they are too cute together (Rosé is 30 on this story btw). Anyways!!

Hope you like it!! 💖💖

Rosé had finished the last show of the tour with Blackpink, crazy to wrap things up to go home and surprise her baby, Miyeon. It wasn't really a relationship, but she found herself growing fonder and fonder of the cute girl.

She got home, immediately turning on the TV as the M Countdown had just started. Miyeon's blonde hair was down and she was wearing a light pink dress, high heels and a necklace with a small diamond on the shape of the letter "R". Rosé smiled upon seeing that, thinking to herself how good her baby looked, her heart swelling with how much she missed her.

She had an idea. A great one.

The Countdown had ended and just when she was about to text Rosie, she saw her driver waiting outside the changing rooms. Miyeon's eyes lit up as she knew exactly what that meant: Rosé was back home.

"Ms. Park asked to pick you up as soon as you got off stage" He told her and she eagerly nodded. He rapidly drove her to the designated place, on behalf of Rosé's orders.

Her heart was pounding on her chest as she approached the skyscraper, immediately jumping out of the car to the elevator. Soft music hit her ears as the doors rang open into the top of the building, Rosé's beautiful back turned to her as she lightly pressed the piano keys. The sky above them felt like a painting due to so many stars, same as the wind seemed carefully heated by the divine only for their skins to feel.

As in a slow motion she turned to see her lover, getting up. They looked similar, yet were so different. Blonde hair, soft features, same star sign and also MBTI. Yet the difference was in the dominance Rosé displayed so naturally over Miyeon, her not so colorful taste as she wore a black dress, both feminine with completely different energies.

Looking at her smile she just thought how she would not mind one bit spending anything and everything she had only to make her princess happy like she was at that time.

"Mommy!" She cutely ran over to her lover, hugging her. "I've missed you so much I seriously thought I was going to die" She looked up as the other woman was a bit taller than her.

"Don't say that, princess" Rosé kissed her forehead, inhaling her scent. "I've missed you too, a lot" They looked at each other as time stopped, the whole city went quiet to their ears. "You look beautiful as always" Rosé finally said, caressing her face.

"Thank you, mommy" Miyeon blushed a bit. "I'm wearing the necklace you gave me, see?" She took a step back, blinking cutely as she showed Rosé her pale neck adorned by the beautiful jewelry. "I wanted them to know I belong to you" Her voice dropped an octave, breathier. She batted her eyes, her intention very clear.

Rosé touched her neck, making her shiver. Her eyes darker as her fingers ran from Miyeon's neck to her chest over the tight dress just to stop at her waist to bring her close.

"You do belong to me, don't you princess?" Her other hand caressed her head, stopping at her neck too and gently holding it. Rosé took a deep breath, her face closer now. "You missed my touch too, I see" Looking down, she saw goosebumps on Miyeon's skin.

"y-yes, mommy" Her eyes were hooded, full of desire. "I miss you all the time..." She gulped as Rosé's nose touched hers.

She didn't say anything anymore, her lips ghosting over the younger one's as she squirmed. As they kissed, their bodies flushed against each other, all the desire they were unable to get rid of because of the time they spent away fulling surfacing now.

Miyeon whimpered as Rosé easily picked her up, her ankles crossing naturally behind her back as they kept kissing. She walked a few steps, placing the younger woman on top of the piano. Rosé kissed her neck, squeezing her ass to make her clothed core hump her abs under the black dress.

"I am always looking at you, you know?" Miyeon moaned when the other blonde kissed her neck, her lips puffy and swollen from the passionate kiss. "I love when you dress all cute for me, grabbing everyone's attention when you walk by" She smiled, Miyeon pulsed as she heard her mommy's voice. So enticing and distinct she was sure Rosé was some sort of angel.

"Don't you feel jealous, mommy?" Miyeon frowned a bit.

"Jealous?" Rosé brought her hand over her panties, making her hiss. "I am the one who make you feel like this whenever I want to, princess" She carefully pulled her panties down her legs, taking them off. "If I ever feel something about their eyes on you, that something is pride" She said, circling Miyeon's pussy with her fingers to collect her wetness.

Hearing that made her clench hard, her heart beating fast. Her ego going up into the sky.

"Mommy I miss you, please" She pleaded and Rosé lightly chuckled.

"You are so cute, my love" She said, kissing her lips again. "I'm going to show you how much I've missed you too, princess" She kissed down from her lips to her collarbone, pulling the straps of her dress to suck one nipple while her fingers kept circling her clit.

"God, Rosie" She rolled her eyes, tempted to press Rosé's head even further to her chest. "mommy"

Rosé didn't say anything, only answering her by going down her body to kiss her milky thighs, pulling her even more to the edge of the piano and kneeling. Her tongue felt hot and soft like never before, adoring the younger woman. She kissed her clit making Miyeon slightly jump, as she smiled.

Her pussy was beautiful as her whole body, pulsing and clenching in need for attention. Rosé didn't wait any longer, licking from her slit to her clit as it poked out of the hood in the most delicate way.

Using one hand to spread her pussy lips she pressed her tongue inside, fucking Miyeon with her tongue. Her mind was dizzy, she was sure her soul was about to leave her body was her spread thighs started to tremble. The older woman switched her tongue with two of her fingers, getting up to kiss her lover's mouth.

"I'm so proud of you, princess" She said as she fucked the other one a little more roughly, just enough to get her closer to her climax. She knew how Miyeon loved that type of praise and attention. "You've been working so hard" She whispered against her lips, eyes locked on each other.

"Oh my god" She closed her eyes, scratching the other's back as she held her tight against her body. "Th-thank you mommy" She stuttered, clenching as her orgasm started to wash over her.

"Don't thank me yet, sweetie" She said, reaching deep into Miyeon's pussy. slamming her fingers inside the other one. Rosé was also wet, seeing her lover after so much time made her head spin with arousal but she always put her needs first.

"I love you so much, mommy" Miyeon blurted out, too caught up on the moment to realize what she just said. "I'-m c-coming, god"

She came with a scream, repeating those words as a mantra until she lost every ounce of breath on her lungs.

She shivered, trying to even her breath with her eyes closed as Rosé pampered her with butterfly kisses, carefully taking her fingers. Miyeon hugged her waist with her legs and circled her neck with both her arms.

"You always make me see stars" She blinked, cheesy. Rosé smiled, shaking her head.

"Come here, princess" She pulled Miyeon, taking her to the edge of the skyscraper and carefully putting her on the ground. "Look down, there" She said, turning Miyeon around and hugging her waist with one arm, handing her a pair of binoculars.

"Look wha-" She started saying but was completely cut off by the sight ahead.

At the horizon the words 'I love you' written on the floor with hundreds, maybe thousands of red roses; by the side a brand new black Lamborghini with pink leather seats.

That took her by surprise by many different reasons, but knowing now that Rosé loved her too changed everything. Every single little thing...

"You love me?" Miyeon sniffled, turning around to hide her face in the crook of Rosé's neck as she smiled. "Thank you mommy, I don't even know what to say"

"Just keep being mine, princess" She said, pulling her in for a passionate kiss, their tongues beautifully dancing with each other. "Now show me how much you love me too" Her voice was a bit darker, as her hand lightly pushed Miyeon to her knees.

#cho miyeon #gidle #miyeon smut #blackpink #blackpink rose #blackpink smut #gxg smut #rosé x miyeon

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myrmica · 1 month

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do you have any tips for getting better at drawing anatomy? your poses are always so fluid and realistic

first of all THANK YOU!!! that makes me happy to hear!

under the cut because i got long winded... i hope something in here is useful! some of it may stray from the point, and i have no idea what stuff you already know.

in my experience a lot of it is about paying attention to form/volume. at one point or another i realized i vastly prefer art that emphasizes this, as opposed to flatter more stylized anatomy, as far as things i want to emulate in my own work go (flat styles can be cool when other people do it; this is a huge thing with art i think, developing a sense of discernment when it comes to the art you Want To Make versus the art you like but wouldn't want to mimic...)

so i add contour lines to everything i draw as i sketch because it helps me figure out where the object is in space, in relation to the viewer. doing this immediately establishes where the subject is in relation to the "camera" because lines curving one way mean you're looking up at something, and vice versa. if you've ever seen the coil method of foreshortening before, it's the same principle.

while construction lines won't always be there in a finished piece, you can communicate form in the curves of your lines. the round end of a sleeve is a countour line, so are fabric folds (although they have their own volume too), etc.

the feeling of looking up at someone, or their arm moving towards you, or their back turned away from you, that's where a lot of tension and dynamism comes from--some of the "fluidity."

another thing is to focus on weight, and how things interact when they touch... if you grip someone's arm, how does the skin fold/warp under pressure? can you actually draw it doing that, instead of leaving the arm being grabbed unaffected? stuff like that. a huge inspiration for this (and i think it shows in some of the artistic choices i've been making lately) is margot maison's work. like, check out this panel from bora the brain:

or this one of mine, where i just grabbed my own arm like that to see how it felt and what the skin did...

these are both examples of smaller details but the same principle applies any time you're drawing two people touching, or even a bent leg where the thigh and calf meet. i'm more interested in how skin/fat moves around than i am in getting the nitty gritty details of muscle groups and bones right. knowing the muscles and bones certainly HELPS; my personal favorite bones are the radius and ulna in the forearm, and keeping the way they move in mind Is useful because it reminds you that the arm isn't a uniform tube shape, it's a flat rectangle type thing, and it'll look wider or narrower depending on the angle... etc. see pronation/supination gif below:

they get recomended all the time but the morpho books are my favorite reference for doing actual intentional anatomy practice & in redrawing stuff from them a ton of tricks for constructing bodies have stuck in my head. like, here i was focusing on how they simplify the shoulder/armpit in relation to the ribcage:

(you can download most of 'em for free off of libgen btw.)

you can also get something kinda special drawing bodies from life. if you don't have other people to draw, your own hands/legs work too, and it's good for foreshortening and perspective because you're always seeing them in relation to your own viewpoint:

granted both this and the morpho studies are things i find fun to do. on the off chance that you're someone who finds studies tedious or boring, rather than pushing through it you might want to paint a character you like onto the pose you're practicing or something like that to keep yourself invested?

i also use references gratuitously. usually many pictures at once, where i'm combining them to get the pose i want. either just referencing different photos as i draw different things or literally editing them together depending on what it is. over time, i've gotten better at coming up with dynamic and interesting poses without a ref, because using them has built up my understanding of the body (it's actually way easier IMO to draw a dynamic pose without a ref than it is to draw a dude just standing there without one ?!)

there's sort of a push and pull for me between accuracy/realism ("can the arm Actually bend that way???") and exageration/stylistic liscense ("if it doesn't, does it look cooler like that?") where it helps to KNOW if you're drawing something that isn't technically "anatomically correct."

there's also a lot to be said for tracing over photos for practice!

thank you for the question, i love to talk about these things ^_^

#m #asks

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emotionalhxc · 15 days

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PART 1: An online Q&A via Instagram with Neptune aka Strawberry Hospital; lots of questions were asked, I thought I'd just put down everything Neptune wrote in one post so it's cherished and remembered ♡ Q: What is Swanksin about? btw i love u and ur music so much!!!! N: "thank you !! that one was written mostly about momentary bliss and a fleeting sense of belonging with another person, drenched in metaphor. it was a gift for somebody at that time musical references included: Undo by Björk and Hasty Boom Alert by μ-ziq" Q: what was the ep grave chimera about? found it back 4 years ago and been a fan since! :) N: "depends on the song to be honest! it was intended to be a summary of traumatic life experiences at that time, told in desperation via musical styles that meant the most to me as a young child. it was also intended to be a s****de (suicide) note of sorts (though I have no intention of that now, nor do I encourage it). I was listening to mostly trancecore, black metal, doom metal, denpa, j-pop and VGM" Q: how do you do itt??????? N: "musically? I started very young at like age 11 so perhaps that provides some advantage but if this is more of an existential question then bro I wonder the same thing every day (joke)" Q: What is A confession, a cadaver about? I love that song!! N: "that was one of the more straightforward songs I've written in terms of lyrical theme. I wanted to write an anthemic guitar centric piece that melodramatically compares having a crush to hiding a dead body idk what I was on about lol" Q: will rhythm be available on streaming services eventually? love your stuff btw :3 N: "absolutely! Rhythm 0 is currently being delivered to all platforms so check back later this week approximately ❤️" Q: also what is phantoma about? N: "it is an empathetic reflection on an abusive figure in early childhood and how effects of their influence can present themselves long term or even shape you into who/what you are" Q: are u still friends w the person u wrote halfawake about? N: "not friends but not enemies! they are doing well and I am proud of them at a distance. that said, strangely the song has become equally applicable to a few figures throughout different stages of my own life" Q: how old are you and whats your favourite album 😇 N: "currently 25! my favorite album is Solitude Freak by Yuyouppe and it shows" Q: Grave chimera might just be the best music project ever. Do you ever feel like it is:))) N: "gosh this is quite the high compliment... you are sweet, and thank you for believing so! I tend to be critical of my own art but putting effort into practicing self affirmations and recognizing my own worth ❤️‍🩹" Q: favorite movie ?? N: (there was a screenshot here of a list of movies so I will just write them down for you) "Doll (2005) Malice@Doll (2001) Mysterious Skin (2004) The Thing (1982) 鉄男 (Tetsuo: The Iron Man) (1989) 銀河鉄道の夜(Night on the galactic railroad) (1985) Puella Magi Madoka Magica (2011) Puella Magi Madoka Magica: The Movie (2013)" Q: do you like owl city? N: "you know it... been listening since I found his music on myspace when I was like 7 years old best albums are Of June and Maybe I'm Dreaming but I don't listen to very much beyond Ocean Eyes"

CONTINUED IN NEXT POST

#strawberry hospital #neptune #emotionalhxc

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loveyourlovelysoul · 2 years

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At times it's so hard to understand and acknowledge that we're being manipulated: we might be never aware of that, or simply find out later on by chance (when it's too late).

So here are some manipulative tactics you may want to keep an eye on when dealing with others whose behaviour seems not entirely right with you. The basic rule they apply is: using deception, lies and guilt as a form to get something from you.

-using a warm façade, confidence and charm, perfect use of words (they know what you want to hear), perfect posture, all just to lure you in and keep you attached to them (ofc not every confident/good with words person is a manipulator, pay attention to what they do and say, and if they may gain something from that). Being so "perfect" you may feel obliged to give them more than you would in order to not lose them.

-using logic and a calm, confident speech to explain you things to stress the fact that they are right: they may twist reality and your words to make you act to their gain (e.g. think about jobplaces, and searching for important collaborators to maybe get a promotion), or gift you something small (or big) to convince you of their good intentions [which bring us to the next point];

-using threats or rewards (e.g. money, gifts) to have others do something for them. Includes verbal abuses as per "If you don't do *this*, you won't see me again/I cannot give you *that*..." and physical abuses too: they cause you harm and then have you act as they want thanks to your fear of them. The general mental situation is: if you don't do/say what they want, even if you don't want to, the consequences will be worse than if you do/say it, so ofc you do it. (BTW especially when it gets physical and dangerous for you, get away asap. And seek for help)

-using silence treatment. Not hearing from someone makes us worried in general, not to mention if we said "no" to something (we may overthink things like "maybe I should have done what they asked me to do even if I didn't want to"), or may have expressed our opinion on something and we're not sure how they think about (they act on our social anxiety, fear of abandonment... c/ptsd). The moment we hear again from them, we're up to please them in anyway. Or we may be even the ones to reach for them, feeling sorry, guilty for having made them angry, and give in.

-using whining and crying to get what they want. Or just play the victim ("My friends do *this* I'm all alone come with me"). They act as children (possibly cause this worked with their caregivers), and you have to give in to make them stop. Some may even diminish their self worth ("I'm not good enough for *this/you*") in front of others as in self deprecating jokes, to have you believe them/forgive them (they act on your kindness and empathy). [ofc here you need to check how many times this happens and what's their gain. Lacking self confidence is a bit different from being manipulative, but you can realize from other situations which is of the two];

-using comparisons with others (often impossible ones) to make you change or do something they want you to do; may even get to personal attacks for example on your body shape. In general they act on guilt, and make you feel wrong. Still they can stay with you if you change into the person they want you to be [which is so wrong... why then do you want to be with me? Go find that person! ugh sorry]. E.g. "This person is better because they say yes to eating this food" "They can do this and we cannot because you don't want to" "I read about this new diet and it seems to work, you should follow that too"...

-using guilt again to have you follow their plans but never follow you on yours: they can never cancel their own, but you have to renounce to yours. They may say things like "You promised/I cannot cancel now" "We may lose booking's money" "I cannot waste my money like that I wanted to do something for/with you and you say no" or "Come on we're gonna have fun!" "Moving is good for your body"... Even if you don't really feel like doing anything for whatever reason (you're tired, you're stressed, you changed your mind, you have work to do and they didn't ask you, you don't feel well...). It's hard to say no, they're literally attacking you.

Ofc these tactics may even mix up together. Just keep an eye out or ask for opinions to someone you trust. If someone's behaviour doesn't feel right and they treat you in a way that doesn't respect your boundaries or yourself in general, please pay attention.

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leoryff · 1 year

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Persona Awakenings: Master Chief

One of a few Persona awakenings for characters outside the Persona series that I wrote out in a night of sleeplessness one time. Might have done it differently if I did it today, but oh well. (This was well before Infinite, btw)

Master Chief-Halo

John-117 stared at the child before him. He knew this child. Setting aside the glowing eyes, he had looked at that face every day of his life growing up. "Impossible...." The child, a small boy, looked up at the Master Chief, but didn't get up from the ball he'd curled up into on the ground. "Everyone's gone." The boy said tearfully, his voice vaguely distorted. "They left me all alone." John hesitated, even without the current circumstances he had never been good with children. Especially when they started to cry. "I... I have to go." He turned on his heel. "You're gonna leave me all alone too?" John froze, turning back to the child. "Everyone leaves. All my family, all my friends." The boy stared at John with his yellow eyes. "Everyone dies." "That's not..." John wanted to deny it, tried to deny it, but thoughts of the people closest to him, of Johnson, Jacob and Miranda Keyes, James and all his sibling Spartan-IIs. And even Cortana, who had been with him for what felt like forever, was gone. "Things aren't like that." He finally managed to say. "I have others, Kelly, Halsey, Fr-" "And where were they when you needed them?" The boy asked, standing up. "No one was there. We're going to be alone forever." "That's not true." John said, voice a little more tense than he meant it to be. "I'm-" "Alone." The child interrupted. "We're all alone, because you are me." The doppelganger of John's childhood self stepped forward. And despite himself, despite being in powered armor and outweighing the boy by over ten times, John backed away. "Impossible." "We're the same. You won't admit to anyone about how lonely you are, but it's the truth!" "No..." "I know because you are me!" "You aren't me!" John finally snapped, his voice almost a growl. The younger version of him stared in shock before his face split into an inhuman grin. "That's right..." He start to laugh as the aura around him began to grow. "AHAHAHA!!! That's right! I am me!" The aura grew into a black fog, which consumed the boy and grew larger and larger, towering over the Master Chief like a wall of smoke. Then a massive hand shot out of the smoke, grabbing at him. His Spartan training allowed him to jump away easily, but the hand was soon followed by the rest of its body. A giant made of stone and clay stepped out of the smoke, glowing yellow eyes set directly on the Chief. It open it's move and spoke. "I am a Shadow, the True Self!" The Shadow pulled a lump of clay off of his body, molding it into a vaguely familiar shape. 'It looks like a Spartan.' Chief realized as the monster set the life sized clay figure on the ground. "Now I won't be alone anymore!" The Shadow said as it pulled off another lump of clay to mold. The Spartan doll on the ground started to move, approaching John with obvious intent to attack. John readied himself, whatever was happening, a fight was inevitable.

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After a long fought battle the clay monster crumpled to pieces, leaving only the crying child version of John-117. John looked down at the child, its body seemed to be glitching out like a broken monitor image. "I...I'll be all alone again..." John tensed. The boy wasn't lying, he had to accept that. He had to accept his own feelings. "You aren't wrong. Watching the people I care about leave my life one after the other. It feels.... lonely." The boy looked up John. "I miss them, every day every moment. I... I don't want to be alone." He admitted. "You... don't?" John reached down and offered a hand to the boy, to his Shadow, his other self. "I don't. But I-we have things we need to do. For the people we have left, and in the memory of the people we have lost." He helped his Shadow to his feet. "And I need you to do that, to help me keep their memory alive. The Shadow of John-117 stared up at him, then smiled warmly. "Yeah." His glitching body started to shimmer, changing into particles made of light. When the light faded, the boy was gone, replaced by a towering man with a crested helmet. On his left arm was round shield with a stylized eagle. In his right hand was a sword, but as he shifted his grip it changed into a spear before changing back. "I am thou, thou art I." Leonidas spoke before disappearing, leaving a card. It floated down into the Master Chief's waiting hand.

Master Chief John-117 Weapon: Guns Persona: Leonidas Element: Nuclear A king of Sparta that led the defense of Greece against Persian invasion, giving his life in the process. Some claim he was descended from the hero Heracles. Final form: Josef (Golem of Prague)

See more Awakenings in the link above! Among other fics.

#leoryff writing #halo #persona #crossover #fanfiction #master chief #john #117

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olives-life · 1 year

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i Wish

(I wrote this on 10/17/2022)

For this one my teacher would say random words at random intervals and we would have to include them in what we were writing (the prompt was box btw)

He was shaped like a box, in the sense that the parts of his body were boxy. His hair was brown and wavy, and besides being shaped like, you know, a box, he was pretty handsome. In a world like this, he was pretty normal, or at least not too abnormal. I mean come on, in a world with superpowers, being shaped like a box is not that bad. He’s seen people with diamond heads, triangle feet, or even worse, horse heads. The world isn’t all that bad though, people can have any superpower, like the ability to control water.

Even though his boxyness wasn’t too abnormal, he wished he had a useful superpower, or at least one that didn’t change the way he looked. Like imagine if he could walk through fire, even if there aren’t many practical applications, at the very least he looks normal. He could be a firefighter, right?

He often feels like people gloss over him, like he’s just “the box guy”, and no more than that. There’s more to a man than just the way he looks! Being frustrated the young man decides to attempt to stand out, in the hopes that people will talk to him and ask why he looks so different. At least then people will actually talk to him. Even if no one talks to him, people will finally look at him and not through him. Armed with his purple hair, the original intent was white, but after bleaching and toning, he realized he looked too, how should this be put?, funny-looking. Yea, funny-looking seems right. With white hair, he looked too funny-looking, and so it was purple. Alas, no one looked at him more than before, maybe he should have thought his plan through some more, I mean this is a world with superpowers, some people probably have even weirder color hair, naturally. Speaking of hair, he did think it would have been worse if his body was normal looking and his hair was boxy. As he was thinking this, he was suddenly blinded by something, and just like everyone else, he looked to see what it was. It was a man with shiny, and reflective, like it was made of tiny strands of mirrors, hair. Wow, he thought, i wish i could be like him, then at the very least i might become something, and I would turn into something great.

(the lowercase i s at the end were intentional)

#olives.misc.writings

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marvelmymarvel · 3 years

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Symbol From the Past

Orochimaru x Reader

Synopsis: You had heard that Orochimaru was a part of the ANBU once upon a time, but it wasn't until you saw him shirtless that you realized it was true.

A/n: btw, if this isn't in fact canon, we are now making it canon on this blog. Because I fucking LOVE the ANBU

You watched intently from the bed, eyes glued to his left arm as he moved through the room. You had heard the rumors all day long.

"Orochimaru's new body didn't erase his ANBU tattoo, that tattoo hasn't been on his skin for years"

"The host body must be different from the others... He hates that tattoo, after all, it's the first to go"

"I didn't even know he was a part of the ANBU when he was in his twenties"

"I heard it was only a couple missions, but still, this just shows how strong he really is"

Those were only a few of the whispers you managed to hear, but it had your mind reeling and fingers itching regardless. "You're staring" his cold tone snapped you out of your dreamy haze. Your eyes met his before casting to the ground beside the bed, he knew of the rumors and he had a faint idea of why you were looking at him in awe. It annoyed him. Annoyed him because he hated the damn tattoo that reminded him of his stupid compliance with the leaf. You left the village as well, so why did you want to be reminded of it?

"Can I see it?"

It was bold of you to ask, but it was even bolder of you to lock eyes with him. His breath hitched in his throat, as his mind tried to piece together what you just so shamelessly asked of him. You could have waited a couple minutes for him to take off his shirt, but you knew that he would put another one on to cover it up. You wanted to touch it, trace it, kiss it... There was something about that damn tattoo that had your mind reeling. Maybe it was the power it symbolized? The incredible strength that it takes for one to proudly bear it? You didn't know what it was, but all you knew was that you wanted to desperately see it.

Orochimaru let out a deep sigh, there was no way around this... "Fine. But just this once" he muttered out, fully knowing that once you caught sight of the tattoo he would never be allowed to wear a shirt around you again. You perched higher on the bed, grin widening as you watched him slowly undress. His left arm was facing away from you as if he was teasing you for as long as possible.

"Maru" you whined out, head cocking to the side as a pout graced your lips. A sly smirk grew on his face before finally turning to face you fully. You moved your head to try and get a peek but he covered it with his right hand, cooing at you for being so impatient. Your pout soon turned into a deep frown, eyes taking the form of "puppy dog eyes" in the hopes that your cuteness would encourage him to give you what you wanted.

Slowly, Orochimaru moved to the side of the bed, his left hand moving to cup your chin. His right still hid the tattoo on his left bicep but just him being closer calmed your anxiousness and nerves. "Why do you wish to see such a thing? Don't you hate the symbol?"

Your eyebrows crinkled in confusion, eyes snapping up to meet his cold glare. Your right hand subconsciously touched his left hand before moving it up his arm until it rested on top of his right hand. "I guess I hate the symbol... But I would die from happiness if I saw it on your skin..." your words died off as you pulled his hand away, revealing the red tattoo that lay proudly on his pale skin.

"So pretty" you whispered out, a smile ghosting your lips as you faintly traced the simplistic shape. Orochimaru pursed his lip as you craned your neck to get a better look, eyes dazzling in the candle light as you cooed out praises of how pretty he was. He didn't like his time on the team, he didn't like wearing the stupid tattoo, but this moment had his mind spinning.

Orochimaru shifted slightly to give you a better angle and smirked at the excited squeal that fell from your lips. Your fingers grasped tightly onto his bicep before you pulled him over your body. He fell beside you, grunting as you manhandled him into a position where you were practically on top of him. "Y/n" his warning fell on deaf ears as you straddled his waist. His black hair splayed out on the pillow below and if you weren't so entranced with the red ink on his milky skin, you would have commented on how pretty he looked right now.

You lowered your head to get a better look at the tattoo, heart beating faster as you traced it again and again with your eyes. Orochimaru opened his mouth once more to announce he had enough, but your sweet lips touching the mark stopped him in his tracks. The kisses didn't feel real at first as you tried to appease the beast below you, but soon you forgot about him and began peppering kisses all over him.

"I know you hate this tattoo, and I do as well... But I love how it looks on your arm. It's just another reminder as to why I feel safe around you" You purred out, resting your head on his chest as you looked up at him dreamily. His yellow eyes were wide and you noticed the range of emotions that were swimming in them. Disbelief. Confusion.

Love.

Deciding to not press your luck, you slid off of his body and laid beside him. The sound of his heartbeat resonated in your ears as you let your eyes droop sleepily. It didn't take long before you had fallen asleep curled into his side, but Orochimaru was far too full of emotions to even think of sleep. Maybe he'd keep his shirt off around you from now on... Maybe he'd ensure that the tattoo carried over to the next vessel as well. If it meant you were happy, then he'd do anything for you.

Even if it meant bearing that stupid tatttoo.

#orochimaru imagines #orochimaru imagine #orochimaru x reader #orochimaru headcanons #naruto x reader #naruto imagine #naruto orochimaru

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homiu-l · 3 years

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LoH Character Trivias that live in my brain rent free (part 2)

All the TMIs can be found in the official Japanese twt btw i read the TMI through a chinese fan translated ver of the japanese official translated ver of the korean original ver… cant say its 100% accurate so ⚠️ Most likely to contain some Normal mode spoilers, plz be aware

Laphlaes

Laphlaes keeps the traditional elf outfit because he is the only one elder elf remains who still remember the past eras of his kind.

Different elves has different ears shapes, just like human face features.

Lucillicca

Meanwhile Lucillicca views traditional elf outfit as the same as how we view people wearing ancient clothing in modern times.

imagine you see someone wears a full gear medieval knight armor on street, probably sth like that

Lairei

Lairei does have sharp canine teeth, which can bite you to bleed.

Just gonna leave this info for any Lairei lovers for no specific reasons :)

Dhurahan

Q: As Lairei told him “don’t make casual promises on important things”, has he made such promises before?

A: Yes. That is why he is now the Grand Chief.

I LOVE THIS PURE OF HEART BIRBMAN SO MUCH KKSSKSKSKSK

Birdkin fact: Their feather change color depends on their mentality (which explain his color change after ascension and…… another situation.)

More under read more!

Meiling

One of her favourite Helvanian cuisine is the vegetable kebabs sold at the roadside stalls, which has a total 5 level of spiciness. She can get to level 4.

She did try on level 5, and failed.

Lumie

She doesn’t have much time to meet, or even see other people since the field is under heavily guarding. Once her duty is over after several months, she will instantly leave the spot and go for her friends.

She will talk about everything during tea times. Literally. Everything.

Rosanna

Rosanna views herself as “A model adult who is willing to listen other’s words.”

The question literally ask if she view herself as a “””Boomer”““ Im dying akljfkldjsljsdkljd

Walther

After the Tyrant War he spent most of time fixing the aftermath with his allies, which left him no much free time to shave his beard.

What made him intent to keep his beard is because Helga then told him, “You look quite good with beard.”

For Once.

AFJADFJKAFHDAKFKALSFJLASFJLSDJKDSJFKLDJFSDKLFDKSJ

EVERYDAY I LEARNED NEW THINGS ABOUT WALTHER BERNHARD

AND MOST OF THEM ARE JUST ABOUT HOW MUCH HE THINK OF HELGA

Those scars on him are all from the Tyrant War. He viewed himself as far less skilled and significant than all other allies, so he often used his own body to defend others from attacks.

He stopped doing that after being heavily scolded by his allies, reasonably.

I WANT ONLY GOOD THINGS HAPPEN TO THIS GRANDPA AND NOTHING ELSE OMFG

Helga

Her golden eyes are a physical proof of soulbond with her dragon, K’merisath.

Its specific mentioned that those eyes doesn’t give her any new powers. Like, you won’t become stronger or gain special magic or stuffs, but you get SUPER COOL DRAGON EYES AND A GREAT FRIENDSHIP WITH DRAGON THO so it evens out.

She met K’merisath since she is a little girl, which I think is very important detail as this means they have been with each other throughout Helga’s early stages of life.

also makes K’merisath’s death during war a lot more painful <: )))

[ Part 1 | Part 3 (TBA) ]

#lord of heroes #loh #Laphlaes Selkena #Lucilicca La'elaya #Lairei Yen #Dhurahan Atirkan #Mei Ling Qiao #Lumie Miratisa #Rosanna Devicci #Walther Bernhard #Helga Schmitt

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faffreux · 2 years

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I don't really know if this is the right place to talk about this, but your latest post has inspired me to type this out, so here you go! 👀

I think it's really interesting how you feel about people changing Fawfuls design when drawing him! I noticed that you often talk about it, especially when it's about people not drawing the giant teeth, and now I'm wondering... How much does it bother you? Because I know that there are many people in this fandom who have their own interpretation of him. I've seen so many people who might draw him without the giant teeth or maybe make him look like a different character entirely! I mean, I myself try to draw him with longer legs and more hair, because it's just the image that I have in my head when thinking about him. But how much do you actually dislike it? I totally get why you wouldn't enjoy it as much, but what exactly is it, that bothers you about it? Is it because it might feel like the people who draw it don't appreciate Fawful as who he is?

(I'm sorry if this sounds offensive or something!? I'm just really curious and I'm really not trying to be mean or anything, I just don't know how to phrase it better, sorry!)

The truth is I dislike it A LOT. It's probably very apparent at this point, tbh.

Everyone has different art styles and characters will all be interpreted into everyone's individual styles. I personally love to see that and I love how we all differ in that respect... like, I wanna make it absolutely clear this is not about art styles. You don't have to imitate the canon artwork 100% in order to capture a character!! Not at all!

What I'm specifically referring to and what gets on my nerves is when artists decide to completely change a character's design by altering KEY FEATURES that make up their design. So in Fawful's case that would be giving him a round head instead of a bean shaped one, shrinking his mouth to be normal, completely changing his body proportions to be more human and skinny, giving him much more hair, and in some cases magnifying how large his glasses are on TOP of all of this to amplify the 'cuteness' that you supposedly believe he has but have to completely change him in order to show.

Not only does it no longer look like him at this point, but character designs are often built a certain way in order to communicate something to the viewer about the character themselves. It's an INTENTIONAL visual drawn by an artist to give you an idea of who they are before they ever open their mouth or show you their behavior. So if you change the design enough then not only does it start to look less like the original character, but that visual communication is removed in the process as well... so that it doesn't even feel like them anymore either.

"Is it because it might feel like the people who draw it don't appreciate Fawful as who he is?" <-- yes, 100% this is a HUGE part of it for me, personally. And I'm sure in my case that my personal feelings for Fawful get wrapped up in how intensely I feel about this. I'M NOT GOING TO PRETEND THEY DON'T, LOL. I know I'm a special case of my own. I know dozens of people who feel exactly the same way as I do about changing character designs but they may not be as obvious about it as I am bc they don't share my intense feelings for a specific character.

So in conclusion it's... FOR ME... a mix of respecting the intent of a character design (because I am a character design NERD) and being bothered because I feel like the character itself and their personality isn't respected or appreciated... but instead just turned into something else entirely.

Sorry this is long but i hope that helps!! nobody needs to agree w/ me on this btw this is just how i personally feel!

PS. know that you do not need to change ANYTHING about how you do things. everyone’s art is their own and everyone is allowed to draw in a way THEY want to, regardless of how I or anyone else feels about it! Go nuts! But yeah, this is how it works for me.

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saradiation · 2 years

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Your Homestuck art is really cool! But I'd like to suggest that maybe you could try drawing some different body types? You seem to draw all the characters as very skinny, often unrealistically so. There's lots of guides online about drawing fat characters that might help

Hi anon,

I can see where you're coming from and won't deny that yes, I usually draw skinnier body types. (although I tried to make Jane a bit chubbier when drawing her a few months ago, but that's like one time so I see how that wouldn't count maybe)

Let me tell you two of the main reasons I think why that is:

I'm pretty skinny myself and that makes it the body type I'm more used to and the more I'm experienced with when trying to replicate something.

But the main reason is probably that I only got back to drawing about half a year ago after an almost 10 year break.

I never studied anatomy properly and I'm slowly trying to learn. While I agree that guidelines for all body types definitely exist out there,

they're still not the most common and most beginners guides do use skinnier body types. I also use lots of references and tend to find better poses/outfits/ideas with models that are of this body type, not necessarily on purpose.

Given my current skills I don't have the ability to change body types from references and keep a somewhat ok anatomy while doing so yet, but when I'll end up having more understanding of basic anatomy and more confidence drawing, I might include different body shapes and sizes.

I never will and never had the intention of bodyshaming anyone if that is your concern (a totally valid one btw).

Thanks for the feedback!

#ask

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yelenasdog · 4 years

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the pillowtalk of a pessimist (spencer reid x fem reader)

genre: fluff with a millisecond of angst

summary: pillowtalk takes an interesting turn for spencer at the mention of the harsh realities of his work.

words: 1.3k, she’s a shorty.

warnings: nsfw themes (nothing smutty, it’s just implied and also directly stated that they slept together), typical criminal minds violence + death, and maybe cursing? idk.

a/n: btw this isn’t the fic i was ranting on about that i’m writing, she’s still in the works. also! this could be an x oc or anybody bc i didn’t use y/n if you would prefer to read it as such.

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A pale stream of moonlight shone through the open window of apartment 23, the home of Doctor Spencer Reid. It illuminated a small section of his bedroom, specifically on one of his many floor to ceiling bookshelves, a beacon of knowledge that was there 24/7 for the taking.

The gold engravings on the spines of his many reads shimmered, a beautiful contrast to the dark mahogany the shelf was made out of.

The room smelled like a mixture of his cologne, her perfume (Chanel no. 5, specifically), and the results of their previous affairs that lingered in the crisp air of the night.

She took a deep breath, settling down further into the white duvet, pulling it over her bosom in response to the chilly temperature. The dark green walls of the room welcomed and calmed her, overwhelming the girl with a wave of serenity that could only be brought to her by him.

He quickly took note of her unsteady breathing and shift in position, immediately jumping to action. He pulled her closer by her shoulders with his strong arms, eliciting a squeal from her and a chuckle from him, more so at her reaction than the move itself.

Her head laid on his bare chest, her hair splayed out with half of it residing on his pillow, the other half on his bicep. She could have appeared to be an angel, although in his eyes, she truly was.

She rested her hand on the left side of his chest over his heart, her fingernail ghosting shapes on his tanned skin. Circles, squiggly lines, even abstract faces.

“How do you do it?”

Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. If his hearing wasn’t so acute, he was sure he would have missed it. This would have saddened the genius greatly, as he valued everything she had to say with a burning ferocity, and even one word lost would be a shame.

“What?”

He was confused by the nature of the question, attempting to search every corner of his brilliant brain for what she might have been referencing. Was it an equation? No, she hated math. Perhaps the way he so effortlessly could play any instrument because yet again, math. He decided that couldn’t be the subject at question either, she played better than he did, glorious melodies flowed from her fingertips. So the doctor was truly stumped.

The answer was simpler than he had imagined.

“Your job.”

With those doe eyes he was so fond of, she looked up, meeting his own glance.

If the term “heart eyes” was able to be personified, Spencer would be the guy to personify it whenever his eyes landed on the one in front of him.

“What do you mean? I get up in the morning, drink some coffee, and get to it.”

She giggled, but the sound he loved so much ceased with her pout.

“That’s not what I mean, Spence. How do you go on everyday, seeing body after body,” she trailed off, obviously distraught. Spencer wrapped his large hand tighter around her, placing his chin on her hairline.

“How do you consistently manage to look at these victims, these people, with lives that they never got to finish living-“ A tear slipped down her cheek, she bit her bottom lip, tasting her own salty droplets on her tongue. She sniffled, burying her head further in his neck with what he presumed was shame.

“And not break down when you do.” Her voice was muffled, but the emotions she felt were evident nonetheless.

He took a moment to carefully articulate an appropriate response. The gears in his mind turned ever so diligently, finding a solution to dry her tears.

“It’s not much different than what I initially said. I get up in the morning, drink some coffee.”

He pushed a hair away from her face, admiring her distinct features as he often did. She looked up, moving her left hand to trace his sharp jaw as he sat in thought.

“And I realize that these people that are now dead, are a part of the hundreds, of throusands, of millions of people that die every year. It’s a part of life, what gives it meaning.”

She gave a dry, humourless laugh.

“What, you don’t have a specific statistic for that?”

“Oh, I do, but I don’t think you want to hear it.” He tilted his head, weighing the option of disclosing the information but deciding against it.

“But the bottom line is, they have families. Families that are grieving, and hurting, and needing answers and justice. I cannot do my job and give them the closure they deserve if I’m staying focused on my own emotions and delving deep into who the victims were, rather than how to catch those responsible for hurting them.”

She moved on to her back, stilling managing to keep her eye contact with Spencer.

“But you’re a profiler! That’s what you do! You’re supposed to, what did you call it, ‘delve deep’ into who they are.”

“Pretty girl, are you trying to tell the one with 3 doctorates how to do his job?”

She rolled her eyes, lazily throwing a hand on his neck, right behind his ear. She ran it back and forth, savoring the intimate moment.

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up, Agent.” She taunted, poorly trying (and failing) to agitate Spencer. She had a hunch (that was more true than either of them would let on) that it wasn’t possible for her to do so, and he found himself proving it to be correct.

“I just had to learn to let the family do what they had to do so that I could do the same.”

The girl’s tone softened as she spoke, staring at the popcorn ceiling.

“I guess so. I’m just too empathetic, my heart is too pure.” She joked, a feathery laugh falling past both of their lips.

“Of course. I would expect nothing less.” He teased back, enjoying the dynamic they both held in the tender moment.

“You amaze me.” She muttered, leaning in, analyzing him and his ruffled post-sex hair, his gorgeously long lashes, and his light 5 o’clock shadow that donned his chin.

He huffed quietly, doing the exact same thing, minus the scruff of course.

“I could say the same to you, pretty girl.”

Their lips connected once again, in a different manner than the feverish and needy kiss from before.

This time, it was a union of two individuals, allowing themselves to mould together in a way only the two of them could. It was slower and sweeter, with more feeling poured into their lips while they moved in sync.

“M’ tired.”

“Yeah? You wanna go to sleep, bubs?”

She grinned as she snuggled into his arms, her exhausted eyes fluttering to a close.

“Bubs, huh? That’s new.”

A worried frown made its way onto his face as he rushed to cover up his previous words.

“D-do you not like it? I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-“

“Spence.”

He stopped, looking over her for any microexpressions, only seeing positive signs. That wasn’t technically profiling, right? He hoped he would be in the clear if she ever was to find out.

“I love it, baby. Say it again.”

“Bubs?”

“Mhm. Say it again.” She sounded with content. He smirked, a proud feeling infiltrating his body, causing him to puff up his chest in the slightest way.

“Goodnight, bubs.”

He reached up, his paranoia forcing him to close the window above him, despite being a more than qualified FBI agent with a revolver safely tucked away in the top drawer of his night stand that never quite was shut all the way.

It was just the pessimist in him.

She wrapped around his figure, intertwining his form with her own.

“Sleep well, Spence.”

He felt happy with her, happier than he had been in a long time. He relished in that, allowing it to lull him to a well needed rest.

But what could he say, she just brought out the optimist in him.

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hj posting at a time that isn’t 3 am?????? unheard of. also i may or may not have pulled an all nighter to write whatever tf this is bc my ex posted something with his new gf and i felt pathetic LMAO. anyway, i hope your day is fabulous, go drink some water and remember things are what you make of them and it’s all about intent! love you, xx hj.

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