#his silhouette is not the same from any angle!!

[springypaws]

Okay I usually hate trying to design characters but I’m having so much fun figuring John out so here’s yet another John concept design idea for you

The ALT text won’t work, so I’m gonna put the image ID here <3333

Image ID: This is my second time rewriting this so sorry it’s an… iffy description. Anyhow, John is portrayed as a fog-shrouded, shadowy figure under a large, ripped-up, yellow cloak. Dark fog seeps from the rips in the bottom of the fabric, twisting and turning. The darkness holds up a human-like Silhouette, with the addition of two upward-turning horns on the upper right side of where his head would be. The left side of his face is covered by a white, mostly-featureless mask, save for sharp, sun ray-like spikes protruding from the lower side of it. The mask’s eye is open, but any eye-like feature cannot be seen behind it, while on the revealed part of his face, a small, somehow even-darker-then-the-darkness orb lays where an eye would be thought to be. Above his head, a large, yellow halo floats at a slight angle, with a four-sided star shape in the front of it, and with it’s sides separating into two “paths” before meeting once more. Next to this sketch, Yellow is drawn much the same, except his features are opposite. His mask covers the right side of his face, rather than his left, it’s spikes are on the upper half of the side of it, and it’s eye is closed. His “horns” of sorts lay on the bottom left side of his face, not the right, and are facing downwards, rather than upwards. His halo is a solid line, with thorn-like spikes adorning its hoop. Above these drawings are some partial, kinda-old notes on past designs, one saying, “more intimidating to me, like John” (talking about the previous design idea), and “fuck Yellow”. We ignore this last one, as I am a changed person.

#ignore the notes at the top I negate them and I care for Yellow deeply #also ig this is kinda a yellow design too but I don’t think it fits #oh can you tell my yellow pen was being weird #it didn’t want to portray dark god fragment :(( #malevolent spoilers #malevolent spoilers? #john malevolent #john doe malevolent #malevolent john #malevolent yellow #yellow malevolent #the king in yellow #malevolent the king in yellow #malevolent design concepts #my art #uhhhhh insert more impressive tags here #Arthur’s going to be such a pain to design #he better not take 9 redesigns like Jon (tma ofc) did #if he does I will implode

[z-skull]

rare 12 am sketchy post

about Robot Tenma bc I just wanna talk about his design

here's a general size comparison to Ochan

hes not too flashy as I normally would go bc I wanted to lean into the King Atom body so they look related obviously. I kept him in his usual outfit since it works nicely with King Atoms body with the buttons and all

Also, the reason why the robot body is bigger is bc the king Atom body is also a bit taller and I thought it'd be kinda cute if Tenma wanted to keep their sizes relatively the same. Living together with his son for who knows how many years I'd think he'd want to live in a suspended time bubble. Like nothings wrong. (except for...you know...)

Thought maybe Tenma thinks one weakness as a human would be showing or expressiong emotions to some degree. So I figured a completely solid face without expressions would suit the idea. But an overlooked part of the design is that his eyes still give him away. Like, he says nothing but his eyes betray him when things start to boil up

it's v importanT that his eyes are still expressive to some degree when something™ happens!

This isnt supposed to be that long of a post but just some 12 am thinking about a robot design. I'm pretty content with him atm, there's not much I'd want to change. A pretty straightforward and easy to draw design and what more could you ask for??

(ignore this doodle with him being lil too big here)

"YOU'RE ONE VERY LUCKY HUMAN, OCHANOMIZU!"

#Robot Tenma #sketching hours #obviously the idea was from astroboybrainrots bad ending asks i just wanted to try designing him for fun #I also REALLY wanted to keep his silhouette somewhat intact. the hair n boots for example #also his 'hair' would also work like astros. nearly the same in any angle ig #but ya! im willing to change him a lil bit here n there tbh but i tried to stuck with an 03 mindset along with the king atom body #maybe when i make an post (better art) I'll include an alt design. itll be a while bc i have other things to do lol #okay to bed

[inkskinned]

you spent hours in libraries and in art supply stores trying to absorb the artist tips from books your parents didn't want to buy you. on each page of every "how to draw" is a version of the same four things: this is how you shade a sphere. this is how you shade a cone.

this is what a man looks like. he is hard and angular and jutting. his chest narrows a triangle down to his sharp hip and long legs. his jawbone is a square. he is powerful, imposing, his hands are big and meaty. he is a leader.

this is what a woman looks like. she is soft and her hands tuck her long hair back behind a delicate ear. she is big-eyed and round (but not too round, she is skinny, here is the faint sketch of her abs showing), she is smaller and lighter and pretty. she has thick black lashes and her tits do not come with a massive ribcage to offset the weight we put on her - she has curves, but they are impossibly slim without giving her backache trouble. there is a large red hourglass outlined on top of her figure, the way there is a triangle outlined on top of the man. her face is a heart-shape, and her lips are pouting.

here is how you draw the woman and the man together. the man should be in action shots. the woman's ass should be in action shots. she should fit against the man to compliment his negative space - she should slot into his shadow so when they hug, they become one uniform space. here is how all the other artists have done it, see how good it looks when the man (angles, fire, passion, action) and the woman (roundness, water, emotion, supplication) complement each other? he begins the sentence, she is his ending.

do you want to kiss another girl? that is round-to-round. that is fitting the wire into the wrong socket! how would the faces look together? a single silhouette you sketch and then hide, scribbling over it.

do you want to look like a girl? by sheer genetic happenstance, you absolutely don't look like that, and you never have. you don't look like a man, either, though, do you. you don't feel like you truly belong to either gender, but there is not a "neutral/fluid" drawing in the book. there is male (triangle) or female (hourglass).

but you have a square jaw and square hands and "masculine" proportions. but you have curves and roundness and full lips and "feminine" features. someone online says, definitively, that any form of gender noncompliance is "a mental illness." this comment has over one thousand likes from people who agree.

here is how you shade a square. none of the clothes at the store look good on you, you always somehow feel like you're wearing a weird kind of costume. here is how you shade a sphere. your friend's mother calls the school because she's horrified you're in the same changing room. here is the neutral body figure: it is a wooden man. technically the wooden man is genderless, but that is because masculinity is the default, and everyone calls the figure "a wooden man." you must be small and posable and skinny and featureless, then you can be masculine enough to not have gender.

here is how to draw a person. begin with some shapes. choose the right shapes to get that person's gender correct. do not kiss her. shade in short, sharp lines.

when she laughs, look away.

#spilled ink #writeblr

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

MOOOREE SHAPES!!!!!!!!!

Since the last one was so fun I thought I would do another!

ASL shapes post

I’m begging and pleading you to look at Keep Reading 👇

Shape language is defined as “a concept used in art and animation to communicate meaning based on shapes we are familiar with” (source). This concept uses circles, triangles, and squares to convey an idea of the “personality” of the design without using any words.

In designs, using circles and rounded edges in your silhouette and detailing gives the design a soft and squishy look. They tend to be harmless, approachable, or changeable.

Designs using squares gives the design a solid, sturdy, and strong look. They are supportive, reliable, and inflexible

Lastly, triangle designs are sharp and directional. They are dynamic, dangerous, and unpredictable.

Here are the main silhouettes I used! I'll just go down the list here since theres so many of them

(edit from me after writing all of this down: ✨Drinking game!✨ take a shot everytime i say either square or rectangle. You'll be dead by the end. Anyway, enjoy!)

⚔️: Even in his base design, Zoro is essentially a giant rectangle. He's stable, reliable, and supportive. but even though he is all that, i think he definately deserves some triangle imagry so i tried to squeak one in there.

🍊:Nami is her own breed of triangle. She's not unpredictable, per say,, just very very hostile. and I love her for that. but she is also very reliable, she has to be for her job. So i award her 2 triangles and a square

🌱: you may notice a trend by now that everyone has a square. that's because every one of the straw hats are all hella reliable, and thats not excluding Usopp. Even though he feels like he's not cut out for the awful situations he's often in, he somehow always squeezes by victorious. But also, he is friend shaped. so he gets 2 circles and a square.

🍳: Similarly to Zoro, Sanji is also just a gigantic square. His torso is the main box, but his les are always in a position of stability, closely resembling a square. But also, his head is soft and round, portraying his kindness. As such i award him with two squares and a box-y circle.

🩺: just.. i mean just look at any picture of base chopper. HES JUST A GIANT CIRCLE. He got a big ol' noggin, a round body, and two little stick legs. he deserves a square though, so I gave him a square for his feets.

🔎: Robin has the same shape layout as Sanji. She is also very reliable and very kind. where she differs though is that she still has so much mystery to her, that i still tried to incorporate triangles as smaller details in her design. Two rectangles, a circle, and many small triangles. She has the range.

🛠️:Franky is a gigantic square with almost no non-square angles to him. he has his shoulders, his glasses, and his crotch that are not quadrilateral and of course that signifies how reliable and stable he is. Cant knock this cat over. he gets 3 squares.

🎸: Brook was a bit hard to pick which shape would be his majority, so I didn't. He got all of them. He's polite and kind, but also mischievous and full of surprises. And of course. Square attributes. one square one circle and one triangle.

🌊: For Jinbe, I... yes, the guy is a gigantic square, but also he's just kinda always doin shit that I don't expect him to do, so i think he also deserves a triangle. I dont know how i would add a third shape in him since his gigantic square body takes up the majority of his figure, so i just used two. One square, and one triangle.

And that just about covers all of them! if you read all this, thank you so much for listening to my ramblings!

#my art #one piece #one piece fan art #straw hat pirates #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #cat burglar nami #one piece nami #god usopp #one piece usopp #vinsmoke sanji #sanji fanart #one piece sanji #tony tony chopper #one piece chopper #nico robin #one piece robin #soul king brook #one piece brook #general franky #one piece franky #one piece jinbe

[meloo-melon]

Gen Z Adam & Lute in uniform

I experimented with my style a lot in this one and tried to keep their colours and silhouette as similar to their og’s as possible, especially when it came to Adam.

I wanted to keep his triangular silhouette with his jacket and wanted to keep his pattern on his robe with subtlety of the red streaks at the end of his jacket. I also added a chain and two golden spikes coming out of between of his horns to give his iconic A symbol. Which led me to make his horns more angled to resemble an A in some angles. His sleeves also go from light to dark like his og sleeves and I added white cuffs to represent his white pattern at the end of his sleeves in the show.

For Lute, I switched her belt for a corset as gen z girl teenagers, especially the more alt and gothic ones tend to use corsets a lot in their outfits as an aesthetic choice. She is wearing an oversized jacket with a night gown, making it more alt and modern. I kept all of her colours the same unlike Adam. And I tried to make it as similar to the og as possible without it being unoriginal, but not different enough to make her unrecognisable. I kept her mask the same expect for the two dangerous looking side metals that resemble her grey sidetails. She looks like she can pierce someone’s throat with that. As you can see in her jacket and boots she still has the grey streak just like her og.

I tried to make this drawing as similar to my og gen z drawing of them to maintain the same aesthetic people liked. As you can immediately see I kept a very angular and sharp edges with them to portray to the audience their villainy and dangerous and their threat to the main characters in HH.

If you finished reading this thank you and I appreciate you and this is in any way not a realistic depiction of gen z. It is highly exaggerated and simply made to be fun.

#drawing #artwork #digital art #digital drawing #hazbin hotel lute #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel #sketches #hazbin hotel au #art

[babyyoda234]

Nobody warns you what happens when Superman doesn't catch you

The howl of the wind as it rushes past your ears. For a moment, It's like you’re flying. The city’s dazzling from above. Take a moment to appreciate it, before gravity takes its course. Imagine the sound your bones make as they shatter against the pavement. Each moment pure agony as your bones splinter to pieces. How each atom of oxygen is thrust from your lungs.

Nobody warns you what happens when Superman doesn’t catch you. The crowd that inevitably forms. Camera flashes capture every twisted angle of what used to be whole. Poor girl. She’ll never be the same. For a man who can fly at the speed of light, It’s fascinating how long it took him to leave. Falling was easy. The months following repeat the same cycles of Hell. Newscasts flood the public with details: How could Superman let his girl fall? 

“My life is outside of Smallville. They can’t expect me to save everyone.”

The wild rush of emotions that follow. Friends you lose along the way. When the world perceives his light as the sun, every shadow casts has a similar silhouette.

Nobody warns you what happens when Superman doesn’t catch you. The divergent routes taken. Old betrayed by new. So when you get a job in a new city: You smile. Looking at the new horizon with hope. Knowing damn well that if any of these Jokers come after you, there's a new friend watching from the skyline above....Not that you need them though

#batfamily x reader #superman x reader #clark kent x reader #batman #gotham #breaking up with your ex #batfam #batbros #bruce wayne #superman #batfamily #meansuperman #dc comics #dc x reader #bruce wayne x reader #Batman x reader #dc joker #joker

[iovetecchou]

Aaaa is your 100 follower event still open?? If yes, could you do fluff prompt 4 for nikolai or smut prompt 5 with nikolai🥹🥹💛 TYYY IF NOT THATS OKAY HAVE A GREAT DAY

“No request for nikolai? Oh no, we gotta change that. if it’s not to late… how bout him and fluff #4”

“I love your work !! What about Nikolai fluff 4 + smut 5?”

prompt: "I saw that. You just checked out my ass."

“My tongue can do more than just talk, you know. Care to find out?”

the smut is separated by the dashed line!

AFAB Reader.

2.3k words.

“Ah, cupcake! I was looking all over for you, come, come I have gifts!” He was always like this with you. A new silly nickname every other day, and an overbearing amount of presents. I mean, hey, at least he kept it interesting.

You were nothing but a mere pawn in Fyodor’s plans, but he kept you around because Nikolai grew a strange attachment to you. Hey, if it meant you got to live then so be it. Things could be worse.

You followed Nikolai down the hallway and to his room. Sometimes you would sleep in there with him, considering your only other option was to sleep on the floor outside of Fyodor’s office.

He ushered you into the room, grasping your hand with his own as he excitedly lead you to the bed. There were multiple lavish gowns lying atop it, each garment varying in color and sparkle. Your eyes lit up upon the sight of the pretty dresses. All of this was for you?

“For me, Kolya? Aww, you shouldn’t have!” You beamed up at the man in front of you. Who was now holding his chin high at the praise, with the widest grin etched on his face. “Why of course, Snookums I wouldn’t do this for anyone else~.” He cooed at you, leaning down from where he stood in front of you.

He grasped your chin gently with his thumb and pointer finger, moving your face closer to his. You were mere centimeters away from each other now, sharing the same air before he spoke up. “Now~ be a good dolly and try these on for me, kay?”

His grin grew wider, showing off his gorgeous pearly whites. You emitted a smile of your own as you nodded your head in agreement. You liked being his little dress-up doll, free of charge. “Okay! I’ll try… this one first!”

You pointed to the shorter number first, it was a gorgeous shade of crimson. A sleeveless garment with lace embellishing around the bodice. Truly breathtaking. Nikolai released his grasp on you, allowing you to pick up the ensemble and strut your way behind the narrow room divider. “No peeking Kolya!”

He giggled to himself as he plopped himself down on the bed, directly in front of the said divider. He had a clear view of your silhouette from this angle. “Can’t make any promises, my little tea cup… ehe…” Nikolai was kicking his feet from where he sat at the edge of the bed. Nearly brimming over with excitement.

As you finished pulling the garment up and over your frame, you noticed that it was a little… too short. When you tugged the front down, it would expose more of your backside. If you pulled down the backside? Well… the same deal.

“Uh… Kolya? This one is a little… too little…” You spoke softly, suddenly feeling rather hesitant about showing off your outfit. He was becoming impatient, he hopped off of the bed in an instant. Twirling himself a little as he made quick strides to where you were hiding behind the room divider.

He startled you greatly as he peeked his head around the corner, making you jolt up as you yelped out. He snickered at your cute reaction, eyeing you up from head to toe. “It’s truly ravishing, babycakes! Come now, give me a twirl!” He clasped his hands together, letting his unbridled joy pour over. There were hearts in his eyes at the beautiful sight in front of him.

You nodded hesitantly, turning on your heel in the blink of an eye. “No, no not like that! Too fast, go slow, sugarplum.” He pouted down at you, awaiting your next move. You slowly nodded your head, before ultimately twirling once more. Only much slower this time. You felt his eyes drag across your whole body, it sent a chill all the way down your spine. You quickly craned your neck in his direction, and lo and behold… he was ogling at your butt!

"I saw that! You just checked out my ass!”

You gasped out, puffing up your cheeks in embarrassment as Nikolai began to giggle in a patronizing manner. “Oh~ was I? I’m sorry lovey, but it’s like this dress was made to give me a perfect view of your backside!” He quipped out, still snickering to himself as he leaned in closer to capture your face from within his grasp once more.

“Aww don’t pout toots, I was only teasing! How about a big o’l kiss for your good buddy Kolya, hm?” His lips ghosted over yours now, you could feel his breaths fanning over you. It caused your face to heat up exponentially. Before he could process it, you had smushed your lips against his cheek, offering him a big wet kiss. You pulled away from his grasp, dashing back over to the bed where the other dresses remained.

Nikolai stood there stunned for a second before he turned his back towards you. He was mumbling to himself and rocking side to side. The sight alone made you laugh with your whole chest. Nikolai shot up at the angelic sound, turning around and walking up to where you stood. “That’s not the type of kiss I had in mind, snap pea…”

It was his turn to pout. He crossed his arms in front of himself in a dramatic matter, tapping his foot along the hardwood floor in impatience as he glared down at you. You let up on your laughing, his expression was priceless right now. You pushed up on the balls of your feet, resting your hands on top of Nikolai’s broad chest as you leaned into him.

Capturing his lips in a sweet embrace. His eyes were blown wide, and he peered down at you through the kiss. Admiring your cute little face as you smooched him so nicely. You pulled back after a moment, letting your feet rest flat against the floorboards once more. “Was that better, Kolya?” You purred out from where you stood in front of him. Your hands were still placed atop his chest.

A small blush rose to the apples of his cheeks, and the tips of his ears before he met your gaze. Offering you his award-winning grin, as he quipped out.

“Much, much better love kitten! We should do that more often, don’t cha think~?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him playfully. “You know… you sure do a lot of sweet talking, Kolya.”

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“My tongue can do more than just talk, you know. Care to find out~?”

You blushed wickedly at this. Heartbeat quickening in your chest at the filthy insinuation. “Kolya… what do you mean by that?” You asked quizzically, tilting your head at him slightly from where you still stood right in front of him.

He just laughed, moving both of his hands down to trail underneath your dress. His fingers were dancing along the supple skin of your thighs, making you shiver in anticipation. “Oh… I think you know exactly what I mean… y/n.” He trailed off as his digits met the waistband of your panties. Your eyes grew in size at the use of your first name. Kolya only ever used pet names for you... so the change of pace was interesting, to say the least.

He slightly tugged at the edge of your panties before letting it go, having it snap back against your hip. You jolted upright at the sudden gesture, ears growing hot beneath his intimidating gaze. Before you could process anything else, Nikolai lifted you up by your hips. Tossing you back against the bed as he made himself comfortable between your legs from where he stood.

You quickly propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better view of what he was planning. He snickered at your shocked expression before he ultimately flipped the hem of your dress up, pulling your panties down in one fell swoop. You gasped at the suddenness of being completely exposed in front of Nikolai like this.

You tried to close your thighs together, but Nikolai’s hips jammed right in between your parted legs made that difficult. He whistled at the sight of your bare pussy on full display for him as he moved his finger down the expanse of your hip. “Kolya- what are you-?” He shushed you, leaning down to place a finger on your lips.

“Ah, ah, ah… the only sounds I want to hear from you are pleas of my name, you got that sweets?~” You felt heat pool in your core at his words. His finger that was traveling down your thigh was now right in front of your pussy. He tapped his digit against your clit gently, causing a small whimper to slip past your lips. He grinned widely at the sound, enjoying all of your reactions greatly.

“There! That’s more like it~.” He cooed out, his finger resting atop your lips began caressing them. His gaze was glued to your parted lips, you were watching him intently as his other finger started circling around your clit. Pulling a sultry whine out from your lips. He wasted no time slipping his digit at your lips into your mouth, causing your eyes to widen in surprise.

He tapped on your tongue playfully as he began to circle the tip of his finger around your clit at a rigorous pace. Giggling loudly at the cute reactions you were making. You took the hint as you slowly began sucking on his finger, swirling your tongue around it slightly as Nikolai groaned at the sensation. “That’s good sweets… that’s really good.”

You moaned around his digit causing drool to seep out past your lips. Nikolai retracted his finger from your mouth in the blink of an eye as he knelt down below you, gaze now locked on your own. He moved his newly soaked digit in front of your entrance, prodding at your hole before he eventually plunged his finger inside you. You threw your head back against the bed at the sudden stimulation. Your gummy walls were squeezing his digit so tightly.

“Oh, ho, ho~ you’re so wet lovey… looks like someone is enjoying the fun just as much as I am!” He shouted out, his face was now right in front of your core. His breath fanning against your pulsing clit had you twitching where you lay atop the plush mattress. “Hnn… Kolya… no teasing… s-show me what else that tongue can do, now-!” His eyes widened at your bold statement as a Cheshire-like grin began to coat his face.

“Your wish is my command!” With no further hesitation, Nikolai’s tongue began lapping at your throbbing bud. He was swirling his tongue around your clit with so much vigor as his finger continued to stretch you out oh so sweetly. You were a whimpering mess at this point, his mouth and hands were working magic on your body. You brought one of your hands down to tangle into the tufts of his snowy hair.

He groaned into your pussy at the feeling as he began to ravish you further. He pulled back slightly to spit on your twitching clit before he dove right back in. He was drooling all over your cunt as he closed his eyes, getting lost in your taste and the feeling of your hot wet walls squeezing around his lithe finger. He began pumping his finger into you even faster, curling it upwards on the drag down.

You lulled your head to the side as your back arched up from the bed, pressing your cunt further into Nikolai’s awaiting mouth. “Ahn… Kolya- m’ so close-!” You whined out, gripping his locks even harsher as you began to buck your hips up into his mouth. His eyes shot open at your movements, taking in the delicious sight of you falling apart above him. He wasted no time wrapping his lips around your bud, sucking on it harshly as his finger continued to move at an ungodly pace from within you.

He began to feel you gush around his digit, making the most obscene noises as he continued to finger fuck you. He was moaning around your clit, and the vibrations sent you toppling over the edge. “Kolya fuck- m’ cumming-!“ You shouted out, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you continued humping his face through your high. He was moaning so much, tongue still swirling around your clit from where his lips were wrapped around you.

Whines and curses continued to fall past your lips as you squirted all over Nikolai’s face. There were hearts in his eyes as he worked you through your orgasm, he slowly began to halt his movements as your back rested flat against the duvet once more. He pulled back from you swiftly, causing you to jolt upright at the loss of friction all so suddenly.

“Wow, baby! Look at how wet you got me, who knew my honeypot would be a squirter~? I have to jot this down somewhere!” You flushed at his words as you slowly rose up on your elbows, getting a clear view of his disheveled state. The whole bottom half of his face was coated in your arousal, hat long gone as his hair stood up in all different directions from how hard you were fisting his locks.

And there was one more thing… he was hard. You could see a small wet spot at the front of his trousers where he was pitching a tent. It made you flush even further. Spreading all the way from your head down to the tips of your toes. You averted your gaze from him before you spoke up. “Is it my turn to return the favor, Kolya? My mouth can do more than just talk too, you know…”

oh boy,,,, yeah this one is something else! thank you all so much for requesting (:

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A New Life 3

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Steve Kemp

Summary: You have an unexpected encounter in the park.

Part of the Silverfox AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You sink into a groggy slumber. Violent with dreams of sharp needles and strong arms. The smell of dirt, the damp threat of rain, and the rustle of leaves. The same scene, painted again and again, each time darker, each time more sinister.

You wake to the sound of running water. You groan and turn your head to one side, than the other. The nightmare is still real. This room. This awful room.

You peer down to your foot. The same leather cuff remains. You hold back a sob. You don’t understand why this is happening to you. Who is this man? Why you?

You roll onto your side, the blanket slipping off your body. You shiver and grip your head, the shadow of an ache nestled at the base of your skull. Footsteps scuff and a silhouette appears in the open doorway across from you. That man with his silvering hair and broad shoulders.

His sleeves are rolled to his elbows and there are dark droplets splashed across the navy fabric of his shirt. He coos as his eyes meet yours.

“Ah, sweetheart, you’re awake,” he purrs as he nears the bed, “just in time.”

He sits on the mattress, jostling you slightly. He reaches for you and you try to wriggle out of his grasp. You bat at him weakly, a murmur slipping from your lips. He sighs and grabs you by the back of your neck.

“Now, don’t be stubborn,” he warns as she squeezes, just enough to pinch the tendons. You whimper and spasm as a shock runs down your spine, “I’m taking care of you, so be a good girl.”

You still and let your body go lax. He eases you flat onto your back as he hushes you, coaxing you as he softens his touch. You shiver as his fingers trail around your shoulder and dance over your chest. He hums as he traces a line down your body, wandering over your curves, all the way to the cuff on your ankle.

“Time to get all cleaned up, sweetheart,” he unclasps the chain from his neck and uses the small key dangling at the end to unlock the buckle. He replaces the necklace beneath the collar of his shirt and pets your naked ankle. “Now, you’re going to help me out.”

He drags you over the bed towards him, bending over you to wrap and arm around you as he leads one of yours around his neck. He sits up with you, dizziness swimming in your vision. Your head lolls as the sedation still weighs you down.

“I need you to be strong,” he caresses your hair, lips whispering over your hairline, “you can stand up for me, can’t you?”

You babble but can’t make sense of your words or your thoughts. There is only terror pumping through your veins. He eases you off the bed, your feet flat but unstable on the floor. He angles you around, arm stretched around you as he guides your steps.

“There you go, so strong,” he coaxes you through the door as steam swirls within.

He perches you on the porcelain toilet and leans you back carefully. You turn your head side to side, curling and uncurling your fingers, searching for some strength. He kneels before you as he unhooks your bra, easing it down your arms as you whine.

He exhales as you shy away from his gaze. His eyes devour your naked torso as he drops your bra and lays his hands on your thighs. He tickles up your sides and leans in. He takes your arms and once more puts them around his neck. 

“Hold on, sweetheart,” he orders.

You clutch your wrist with your frail fingers. He lifts you, hanging like a scarf on his neck as he stands. He grunts with the effort, feeling around to roll down the elastic of your panties. You shudder as he strips you naked. His shirt brushes your skin and chills you further.

“There we go,” he bends again, scooping you up in his arms.

You gurgle as he carries you to the tub and lowers you into the water feet first. He lays you back against the deep porcelain back, his touch lingering just beneath the rising water. He pulls away reluctantly and brings a stool close to the side, sitting to watch you as you lay in the burgeoning flow of the faucet.

“You look scared,” he says as he leans an arm on the rim of the tub, fingertips tickling your shoulder, “you know, you don’t have to be. I want you to feel safe. You are…” he pets along your neck, “because I decided you should be.”

Your lashes flick and you try to move away from him. You stop yourself, reminded of how he gripped your neck by the sudden pang in the muscles. He cradles your chin as he admires you.

“You don’t deserve to be alone. To be uncared for. In that sad little basement…”

Your eyes round. How does he know? How long has he been watching you?

He draws back and tuts, standing with a deep sigh. He goes to the cabinet, his broad shoulders straining his shirt as he opens the door. He gives a thoughtful hum as he considers the contents.

“I got the brand make of that rose soap you like. Not that cheap stuff,” he says, “but I don’t know if maybe you might like to try something new.”

He lingers, clicking his tongue as if he’s making a very important decision. You bring your hand up to brace the side of the tub. The water shifts with you but the slake of the faucet conceals your struggle. You swallow a grunt as you try to heave yourself up. You plant a foot and push but your sole slips and you plunge onto your back, swallowed up by the water.

You see him through the ripples. He shakes his head as he reaches to bring you above the surface. He sits you up again, a furrow between his brows. He gets you steady and cautiously stands.

“Sweetheart,” he reproaches, “don’t do that…” he grabs the bottle of rose soap from the edge of the tub, “you’ll get hurt.”

You stare at him as he pushes down on the cap and the other side pops open. You gulp as his threat sinks in. Not ‘you’ll hurt yourself’, but you’ll get hurt, one way or the other.

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[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Sway Me Now

Billy Butcher Masterlist

Summary: For one mission, they have to work together. But after last time, can Butcher really trust her? As tension grows, they inevitably end up on the dance floor and have to dance to keep their cover. And right there, all the anger turns into something else. Can they really finish up the mission now? Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader Rating: 18+ Warning: implied smut but nothing explicit, The Boys level of violence, ennemy to lovers, tension, sexual tension, anger, dancing, fighting Word Count: 3946 ​​ A/n: This fic was requested by @mightyhemsworthy​! So sorry it took so long!

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It wasn't his idea. Truth was, he was completely and irrevocably against it. But Hughie had the annoying capacity to convince everyone, including him. As soon as he used his secret weapon, his puppy eyes, everyone flinched.

"It's a shitty idea," he repeated for the hundredth time. Running his hand slowly through his beard, Butcher looked in the mirror to observe himself from all angles. He hadn't worn anything this fancy in so long.

The costume was very beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The black fabric was soft to the touch, a little reflective, showing its expensive price. The white button up shirt was a little tight so Butcher didn't hesitate to untie his bow tie to loosen a button.

"Who would have thought you could rock a suit."

Butcher closed his eyes and let out a long, telling sigh. That voice, he could never forget it.

"Who the fuck let you in, luv?"

His eyes still closed, Butcher turned to face the woman who haunted his nights… Both in a good and in a bad way.

"The little guy with the blue eyes. He's the one that called me and begged me to come here for your shitty plan."

Butcher's lips twitched in an uncomfortable spasm. Why did it have to be her, out of all the possible choices?

"Not. My. Plan," Butcher finally opened his eyes to place them on the woman in front of him. And for once, he was glad he could keep an unfazed face in any situation, because the view in front of him...

Y/n was leaning against the door frame. Her silhouette illuminated by the light behind her made her look like an angel… but he knew the demon hidden behind her beauty. She wore a red dress so tight, the fabric looked and probably felt like a second skin. The length came below her knees, but there was a slit on the side that went up to her hip, exposing her leg. Butcher couldn't help but stare at that bare part, exposed flesh that made him salivate. After long seconds of impossible scenarios passing through his mind, he managed to raise his eyes. The top of the dress was low cut just enough to show off her assets but also hid some to leave room for the imagination.

To finish up her look, her hair was curled and tied in a bun, small strands falling on either side of her face.

So lost in the contemplation of the woman in front of him, Butcher didn't immediately notice that she was doing the same to him. Her eyes roamed up and down her body, burning and interested in the sight.

He wasn't used to being looked at like that. Not in a long time, at least. Feeling himself losing control over her expressions, Butcher cleared her throat to bring the focus back to what was important and what she was there for. The mission.

Y/n was biting her lip in interest when he spoke.

"Did Hughie tell you his plan?"

-

“Alright. So the target’s name is Edmundo Rodriguez. I texted you a picture.”

Sitting at the bar, Butcher was sipping a nice glass of strong whiskey when M.M's voice rang loudly in his ear. By reflex, he tried to remove the piece from his ear, but a hand was faster and stopped him.

“We got the picture,” the person next to him muttered discreetly against her wrist, her silver bracelet hiding the microphone allowing her to communicate with the base of operations. The truck was parked further on the road outside the manor, M.M and Hughie ready to guide them if necessary. Y/n slid the phone on the counter by his drink so Butcher glanced at it quickly.

“That motherfucker looks like all the other motherfucking in here, how the hell are ye gunna find him, eh?” 

“I don’t care how you do!” M.M's voice once again sounded loudly in his ear. Butcher grimaced. He definitely hated this plan. Hated the mission. “Just do it. Target should be in the VIP section.”

“Sure thing, we just need to get in there now, do we?”

Turning his head to the left and then the right, Butcher mentally noted everything around him again. The room was full of people, cocktails in hand, dancing, talking and laughing out loud. A real bunch of money cows, good at milking the poor to fill their pockets. And they called that event a charity gala? It stank of scam.

The phone disappeared from the counter as Y/n grabbed it. Butcher followed the gesture and watched her put it back in her bag. Again, his breath got caught in his throat at the beauty of the woman next to him, and his frustration grew.

“Are you gonna stop being a baby for one night?” She sighed, turning to him completely. After crossing one leg above the other, she leaned against her hand, her elbow against the counter. She narrowed her eyes at him, clearly judging him with her gaze.

“Only when you’ll stop being a greedy bitch,” Butcher replied, mimicking her posture to face her as well. He grabbed his glass and put it to his lips, but decided not to drink from it at the last second. “Why are you even here eh? We don't need ya, like we didn't need ya last time either.”

"Oh, if that's how you say thank you, then fuck you!" Straightening slightly, Y/n swiveled towards the bar to order a drink, but Butcher interrupted her.

“I won’t say thank you, hun, not after what you did last time.”

“You’re still mad about that!” 

This time, the two were face to face, standing on their feet, their faces so close they could feel each other’s body heat.

“I’ll always be mad that you betrayed us and joined the fucking enemy.”

The only reason she could answer him at the same height was the 4 inch heels that adorned her feet. “You know why I did that!” Noticing she was raising her voice, Y/n looked around. Her gaze wandered behind Butcher for a moment, then she grabbed his arm to pull him even closer to her. “Now's not the fucking time. I'm there, like it or not,” she whispered, her face so close he could admire every detail of her beautiful eyes. “The guards are looking at us, we're making a scene and getting too much attention so you’re gonna shut up and follow my lead.”

Butcher had no time to protest or answer, he was being dragged on the dance floor. Once they were in the middle, Y/n looked to the left where the guards were and Butcher followed her gaze discreetly. Indeed, three men were staring intently at them. Cursing himself for accepting the mission, and more importantly, agreeing to go with her, Butcher didn’t notice the song had changed. He understood only when he felt his hands switch places to end up against a fabric that was soft to the touch. Turning his head in front of him, his eyes widened as he noticed he was now holding her waist.

“Follow my lead,” Y/n hissed through her teeth. Already, her hips were moving side to side and she was raising her arms to wrap them around Butcher's neck. Caressing the back of his head, she moved closer to him enough to press her chest against his torso. Still in shock of having her so close, Butcher didn't move. A strong pain in the foot brought him back to him with a choked moan of pain. "Sway me now!"

She was crushing his foot with her heel? Perfect! He was awake now.

Suavemente, bésame

Que quiero sentir tus labios

Besándome otra vez

Prior to The Boys, Butcher had been to many events that required dancing. To not embarrass and shame Becca, he had learned and practiced relentlessly. It had been a while now since his last dance, his body responding to the movements by remaining rather stiff, but it was enough. And the confused but satisfied expression of the woman in his arms confirmed he wasn’t too bad at it.

Cuando tú me besas

Me siento en el aire

Por eso cuando te veo

Comienzo a besarte

One foot in front of him, Y/n moved hers back and they repeated the movement a couple of times to the beat of the song, swaying their hips. Then, Butcher grabbed Y/n's hand, kissed it quickly before spinning her on herself several times. After a few turns, he grabbed her against him and helped her down to the ground by holding her hands. Y/n slid, one leg in front and the other behind as she did the splits. Applause sounded around them, but neither paid attention to their spectators. Once on the ground, Y/n stuck her legs together and Butcher spun her around to build momentum and lift her up. With a strong, precise movement, she seemed to fly through the air for a moment, her legs splitting again but in the air this time.

Y si te despegas

Yo me despierto

De ese rico sueño

Que me dan tus besos

Suavemente

Grabbing her by the waist, Butcher gently helped her land on her feet. Then, they pulled back, Y/n moving her hips and caressing her body as she kept her gaze on her partner. Pointing at him, she motioned for him to come closer, which Butcher did, a smile on the corner of his lips. Swaying, he advanced towards the young woman so that she ended up in his arms again. His hands rested on her waist again, but the heat had already risen too much, and his fingers wandered lower on her body, inviting her to sway her hips even more.

It was hot. Their bodies touched more often than they stayed apart. The two were sweating as the song struggled to finish. The 4 minutes of the song felt like an eternity, but soon, that eternity was over. The song ended as Butcher rocked Y/n backward against his arm. Her hair, surprisingly still in her bun even after the dance, tickled his arm. Her back was arched perfectly and he was holding one of her legs with his other hand.

The sound of their rapid breathing filled the room full of people watching them, but it felt like there were only two left in the world. Nothing existed anymore, nothing could reach them in the bubble they were in. The tension was palpable, the dancing had warmed them both up in a way they hadn't expected. Of course, Butcher knew how incredibly beautiful Y/n was. And sexy. Fuck, she was so hot. But that moment they had lived... It felt more than that.

Butcher stared at Y/n's lips with one longing...

His face moved closer and closer to hers, and she didn't do anything to stop him. He could feel her breath on his lips, feel the fruity scent of her lip gloss tickle his nose, they were so close… when a round of applause startled him.

Butcher was getting his dance partner back on her feet when a voice rang in his ear.

“Nice way to get attention, well done.” He had no idea how they saw the dance back in the truck, but they knew and it made Butcher lose focus once more.

Y/n was faster than him and leaned over to salute and thank the crowd. Butcher did the same, and then the band resumed the songs and people started talking as if nothing had happened.

Time seemed to slow down as the dance looped through his head. People talked to him, but he didn’t listen to any of them. He could almost taste them, her lips, feel their warmth on his… And he wanted to. So bad. God, he was screwed. He only hoped she didn’t notice how strong her hold was on him and how bad he wanted her. That would be fucking embarrassing.

"Y/n-" Butcher turned his head towards her, but she wasn't near him anymore. He blinked a few times and looked around, panic slowly rising in him. She was there and then, gone. Raising his watch to his mouth, Butcher let his fear pour out.

“M.M! I lost Y/n!”

“Relax,” the voice answered. “You spaced out for a while Butcher. She’s doing her job. Look towards the bar.”

A long sigh of relief escaped Butcher's lungs when he found the red dress among the people sitting at the bar. He was walking towards her when he finally noticed that she was not alone. Sitting next to her, a man was talking to her. Although he was far away and the man had his back turned to him, Butcher could still notice the smirk stamped on his face as he looked at her, his big stubby hand going up on Y/n's thigh. His dirty fingers slid through the slit of the dress to caress her leg… And that was his limit.

Butcher saw red. Not waiting a moment, he rushed to the bar, pushing the other guests around without worrying about attracting attention. He was almost there when a waiter stepped directly into his path.

“Un entrée vous ferait-il plaisir, monsieur?”

Butcher recognized his voice before realizing that the server was speaking French. “Frenchie, get out my way now.”

“Saw your little dance there, impressionnant,” Frenchie, disguised as a waiter, nodded. Of course, they had to send him inside in case something turned bad. That was how M.M knew about the dance, Frenchie had a great time describing what he was seeing. “But now’s not the time to screw your cover. Take a little pain crouté and let her work.”

“I don’t care about your food!” Drowning in his anger, Butcher's hand went off on its own and the plate filled with probably very expensive appetizers flew through the air to end on the floor in a deafening din. Of course, this caught everyone's attention, including the guards, the man at the bar, and Y/n. “Leave me alone Frenchie,” Butcher hissed through his teeth. Frenchie lowered his head, muttered something in French and left. Butcher was about to continue on his way to the bar when a hand landed on his chest to stop him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Y/n whispered and glanced behind her where she had left the man. She quickly waved at him to let him know it would take her a moment and then turned to Butcher. “Why are you making a fucking scene!”

“Why are you flirting with the first guy you see, eh?!” Butcher clenched his fists, casting a hateful gaze toward the bar and the man.

"Are you fuckin-" Not finishing her sentence, Y/n grabbed Butcher by the wrist and led him out of the room. Once they were in an empty hallway, she stopped and turned to him. Certain she would only try to find more excuses for her actions, Butcher was surprised to see that look on her face.

Her beautiful eyes were sad, filled with overflowing tears. Her eyebrows were furrowed, clearly disappointed in his behavior. She let go of his wrist and Butcher felt the chill creep up his spine as she pulled the phone out of her bag to show him the photo.

“Why are you showing me the target again!” He exclaimed, raising his voice louder than he liked.

“Because I was with him at the bar! Are you blind?!”

“I knew it, you’re gunna go with the enemy again!” Clapping his hands over his head, Butcher was about to leave the mansion, fuck the mission, when a hand forced him to stay put.

“How can you think I would- I was seducing him to get the fucking key! Yanno, for the safe that contains the fucking documents we need to destroy Vought!”

Butcher lowered his hands. It was like his body weighed a ton and gravity was pulling him down. He hadn't thought of that. However, that didn't calm the anger he had been feeling ever since he saw her again.

“How do you want me not to think that after last time!” No matter how hard he tried to calm down, the anger and that negative feeling ate up inside him like an ever-growing black cloud.

Pain passed over Y/n's face. Her eyes filled with water again. No tears rolled down her cheeks though. 

“I had no choice…”

Her voice had become so quiet, he had difficulty understanding her. "What?"

“Last time. Monaco. I had no choice. They had my dad, and if I didn’t give them the documents…” Lowering her head, a lock of her bun finally fell over her eyes. “I didn’t want to… But I had to save my dad.” When she lifted her head, a single tear spilled out of her eye and started rolling down her cheek, but she wiped it away before it could sink too low.

“Why did you never tell me?” Butcher's voice was softer now. Although the betrayal was still fresh, he could understand. He would have done the same for Becca. He would betray his own team for the one he loved, no hesitation.

“Cause I failed that too,” she shrugged and smiled sadly. Her mouth opened to add something but her gaze shifted to the side and her eyes widened. "Oh shit."

“So that’s where you were, Cariño…” Butcher closed his eyes, a silent “fuck” mimed on his lips. Turning slowly, he got face to face with the man from the bar, the target, Edmundo Rodriguez. And he wasn’t alone. Three guards accompanied him, all armed with weapons. Edmundo shook his head and sighed. “What a shame it has to end before I can own you.” Butcher could feel a shiver of disgust and hatred wash over him at those words. “Oh, you wanted this, perhaps?” Raising a hand, Edmundo passed it through his sweater to pull out a chain and at the end of the chain, a key. The one they needed. “You thought me stupid. Tried to rob me. But who’s dumb now eh? Corpses don’t do well in stealing. Kill them.”

“Oh fuckin finally some action I’m good at.” Butcher smiled darkly. As the guards closed in on them, Butcher pulled off his far too expensive jacket and grabbed the gun hidden behind his back to point it at the nearest guard. However, he was already in front of him and with a quick swing, disarmed Butcher. His weapon fell to the ground and slid away much to the dismay of the man who took a punch in the face. His whole body twisted from the force of the hit and his mouth filled with blood. "Oh. You shouldn’t have done that.” Turning his head towards the guard, Butcher offered a bloody smile that made him take a few steps back. The guard had fear shining in his eyes… Even if he was the one with the gun. "Oh, don't be scared," Butcher was still smiling. 

It happened so quickly, the guard didn't stand a chance. Butcher grabbed him by the sweater with one hand, the other grabbed the wrist that held the gun, and in a strong and precise movement, headbutted him right in the nose. 

A crack was heard, followed by a scream.

Clearly stunned by the hit, the guard staggered and he put a hand to his face. Butcher took the opportunity to hit his knee with his feet, a strong and precise kick that bent his leg at an angle that shouldn't be possible. More cracks and yells of pain were heard. The guard fell to the floor screaming, his gun falling from his hand, and Butcher didn't hesitate to press his foot against his throat and pressed. Purple slowly crept into the guard’s face as he squirmed under the boot, trying to get free and get oxygen. But Butcher didn’t let go.

A gunshot sounded so close to his ear that Butcher had the instinct to duck, but the bullet missed its target. Looking behind him, he could see that the fight wasn’t over. One of the guards was pointing his gun at him, and if he missed the first shot, he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Butcher was ready to drop to the ground, praying the bullets would miss him, but it wasn't necessary. Because one moment the guard was standing with a gun pointed at Butcher, and the next he was falling on the floor with a knife stuck in his throat. A few feet away from him stood Y/n, the covered side of her leg raised to show a belt filled with small knives strapped to her thigh.

"That's hot," Butcher couldn't help but say as Y/n picked up another knife and threw it at the last guard. Since the guard was busy dealing with knives being thrown at him, Butcher could pick up the gun the guard dropped, but it was unnecessary. Because one second later, Y/n skilfully jumped on the guard to stab him in the throat until he fell to the ground, motionless and choking in his own blood.

“Where’s Edmundo?” She asked, straightening her dress as if nothing had happened. She was barely disheveled, no cuts or wounds and above all, no drop of blood was on her person.

“I don’t care.”

Leaving the gun on the floor since he didn’t need it anymore, Butcher took the few steps that separated him from Y/n to immediately place his hands on her waist and pressed his lips to hers. It took her breath away, both with the force and the surprise of the intense kiss. She didn’t wait a second to respond, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. A low moan echoed in his ears as he slammed her against the wall, their lips parting just long enough for her to jump up and wrap her legs around his hips. "You're so fuckin hot," Butcher sighed and without waiting, brought his lips to hers again. One of his hands was used to support her while the other did not hesitate to slide under the slit of the dress to caress and grip her thigh.

The kiss was wild and filled with a longing and frustration that the two constantly felt. So needless to say, it only took a few moments for Butcher to undo his pants just enough to have access to what he needed.

-

Meanwhile, a French waiter who didn’t really have his place in this kind of event had intercepted a panicked person who was running towards the guardhouse. With a quick kick and a precise punch, he knocked him down, dragged him to a quiet place, bound and gagged him and finally, stole his key. Proud of himself for getting the key, he started searching for the two people under cover to tell them the good news. The mission was over, they had to leave before someone realized what happened.

After a while of searching, Frenchie finally found them…

Right in the middle of the hallway, caught up in an activity he wished he had never seen.

“Ah! Non, non non non! Not today! I’ll wait in the car!” Frenchie started to walk away, both hands raised in despair. But as the moans reached his ears, he cringed and shouted without turning back: “No, better than that, when you are done, just call a taxi! Au revoir!”

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[dottcre]

SMILE FOR THE CAMERA

# track 02 of my fapbruary event || prev track || next track

contains : sub!dottore, camboy!dottore, gn!reader, maybe ooc dottore because his camboy persona is his online persona, he calls u master, voyeurism, overstimulation

Il_Dottore is live!

You clicked into the video, the familiar silhouette of a man appearing onto the screen after a few seconds of loading. As usual, he was sitting in his dimly lit room, an arm propping his head up as his eyes scanned all the thirsty messages being sent into the live chat. He was wearing a tight fitting button up shirt, as usual, with a few of the top buttons unbuttoned to expose his collarbones. By his smirk, you could tell that he knew how attractive he was, even if half his face was hidden behind that black, beak-shaped mask.

“Wow,” he hummed, staring at the screen. “There’s a lot more of you today.” And it was true. Since his last stream, his view count had doubled in numbers. “Let’s begin.”

You felt heat rise to your face as he said the phrase, leaning back in the chair as he started to unbutton his shirt. With each inch of skin being exposed, you could feel your heart beat faster. The lace of a bra surprised you, peeking out from under his shirt. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence that he was wearing lingerie. He was a tease, lithe fingers dancing on his pale flesh as you grew impatient. He seemed to read your thoughts as he undid the last button, letting it slip off his shoulders. His perfect nipples began to peak as they hit the cold air of the room, and he gasped, rubbing and rolling the nubs with his fingers. Even though he gave off a dominant air, he’d crumble when the pleasure started. He squirmed in his seat, and you knew that his erection was starting to hurt. He got off from being watched, after all.

You didn’t need to look at the chat to know that donations and tips were rolling in, and you sent one in yourself, attaching a message along with it.

So pretty, baby.

His attention was focused on the screen, and he laughed breathlessly. “You horny fucks,” he rasped. “You’re making me so hard, though.” The chat was immediately flooded with donations, messages commanding him to take his cock out, and the same shit-eating grin was on his face as he palmed himself through his pants.

Take your pants off first, I want to see how you dressed up for me.

Dottore moaned, lifting himself off the chair for a moment to pull his pants off, covered in nothing but flimsy lingerie that hugged his body oh-so-perfectly. The head of his cock was exposed, the whole thing being too big to fit behind the small piece of fabric. “Like what you see, my dear test subjects?” Despite how odd his name for the viewers were, it seemed to work with his deep voice.

Good boy. Get onto the bed and stroke yourself.

He let out an amused sound as he read your comment, though you don’t miss the way his cock jumped. “Feeling impatient, are we?” He adjusted the angle of the camera so that it was now facing his bed as he knelt on it. “Anything you say, master.” He purred, hand working over his cock as the chat filled with thirst messages, all commenting about how hot he was, how they’d die for a fuck with him. You didn’t feel any different, starting to get hot and heavy yourself.

His strokes were teasingly slow at first, but he got impatient, hand speeding up and head thrown back as he whimpered softly. Hips pushing up into his hand, you could tell he was enjoying it. You reached for the tiny pink remote on your desk, breath baited as you pressed the “on” button.

Dottore’s reaction was immediate, gasping sharply before letting a mewl slip from his hips. The light buzzing of the prostate massager could just barely be heard, and the viewers were quick to point it out. A whiny, dragged out “oh” fell from his lips as he continued jerking himself off.

“Please let me cum… soon…” he pleaded softly, the arm propping him up on the bed failing him as the vibrations on his prostate grew stronger. “Please!” This time, it was desperate, needy. He was close, hand squeezing lightly on the base of his cock as he bit down on his bottom lip. You smiled to yourself, waiting till the last moment before pressing send on the message you’d already typed out.

Cum, Dottore.

And he did, letting it splatter all over himself and the bed as he shuddered. His relief was short-lived as he realised that the vibrations did not relent, crying out pathetically as his overstimulated cock grew hard again. “W-Wait! Too- Hnn!” His hand moved toward it hesitantly before he gave it a stroke, whimpering at the intense sensation but continuing to get himself off anyway. The lewd “schlick”s filling the room couldn’t cover his whorish sounds. He was shaking, hips pulling away before pushing into his palm again, as if conflicted about what to do. You fumbled with the

He mumbled curses under his breath, a habit that he’s always had, as his voice got higher pitched, another signal that he was getting close. His eyes remained glued to the monitor and you knew he was waiting for your command.

You know what to do.

He barely managed to catch the message amongst the hundred others, but he did, body convulsing as he dirtied himself with cum a second time. The chat room was filled with praise, some messages of disappointment, as Dottore managed a shaky smile at his webcam.

“Hope you enjoyed that, my subjects,” he tried to establish his usual air of confidence, though failing, before he ended the stream. His hastiness made you grin widely as you sat in your chair, waiting.

A few moments later, Zandik stumbled into the room you were in, and you let him fall into your lap almost grumpily. “I enjoyed today’s stream as always, love,” you teased, and he rolled his eyes.

“You’re such an ass,” he grumbled, and you ran your hand down his body, watching his muscles contract beneath your light touches.

“And you’re my pretty boy.” He rolled his eyes, but you knew that he loved the praise. “I like the new set of lingerie, by the way.” Pushing himself up. Zandik pulled you toward him, seemingly already recovered from his continuous orgasms as he gave you a handsome grin.

“Why don’t you show me how much you like it?”

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[honor-above-all]

TMNT & Art

Everyone knows the Mikester is the resident artist.

Spray paint, acrylics and oils, any form of colorful substance is his medium of choice.

There isn't a surface in the lair or the sewer system that is safe from his splashes of color. You have even become his canvas on a few occasions.

Your skin and nipples pebbled under the cool liquid paint on his brushes. Tingles and shivers ran over your body when he blew air through straws to direct the splotches of color across your shoulders and breasts.

Sadly, his art on you never lasts very long. Heck, most of the pieces never reach completion before your lips find his and he forgets the task at hand to chase your taste.

There is more to this big guy than meets the eye.

He expresses his soft side knitting in various styles and patterns. He keeps everyone warm during the cold New York winters by providing blankets, scarves, and mittens.

However, when he's agitated, his yarns aren't always his go-to artistic outlet. He'll carve out his aggressions into blocks of wood or lumps of stone. He can shape the rigid wood to an elegant dancing ballerina or he can turn solid stone into pieces that look like flowing water.

You often wake, nude under his knitted blankets, to find him whittling away at a new art piece. You can spend hours watching his large hands mold and shape the harden materials to his will.

Snuggled beneath the soft interwoven yarns of his blankets, watching those huge hands work their magic, you find yourself growing hot and longing for him to run his calloused palms over your surfaces.

This genius has a passion for more than numbers, chemicals, and electronics.

He finds the world of highlights and contrasts intriguing. From the slides of fungus on under his microscope to the silhouette of the New York skyline, he finds the shapes, colors, and patterns visually stunning and he is masterful at capturing them with his cameras.

He has an eye for seeing beauty in everything and when he saw you it was no different.

Others walk past you all day and never take notice the angle of degree of the slope of your cute nose, the balanced ratio between your eyes and your mouth, of how your face is so close to pi that you are the perfect ideal.

He often requests your attendance for artistic and sensual boudoir photo sessions that he keeps in his private collection.

You feel his expert eyes roaming over your exposed skin from behind the camera lens, it is thrilling and sexy. You hear the husk in his voice as he asks you to lift you bottom a little higher and arch your back just a millimeter more.

His photo shoots always end the same way, with him sauntering out from behind the camera to finish undressing you and spending the rest of the evening studying your angles up-close and personal.

Fearless found his artistic side almost by accident, or rather due to an accident.

It was an unfortunate mishap as a child that had him sitting on the sidelines in the dojo with a broken leg wrapped up in a makeshift cast, having to watch as his brothers got to do their daily routines with their father.

Not wanting to fall behind, he started focusing on the forms and lines created by their bodies as they moved through their poses. It wasn't long before he started bringing his pencils and a notebook into the practices to capture the forms and lines for review and reference.

His pencils etched masterful body studies into the pages of his book. He skill with perspective and shadows grew and eventually, he started to rival his namesake in drawing.

He kept his art quiet and private from you for a long time. However, one morning, waking up in your bed, you were surprised to find the terrapin sketching you by the breaking morning light.

He confessed, you are his muse. His bedroom walls are adorned with graphite recreations of the shape of your eyes, of images of your hair flowing over your shoulder, even intimate studies of your cute feet and tiny toes.

His most treasured pieces are the ones he has you sit for, nude, lounging in his bed as he breathes life into his pages.

His intense stare has a whole new meaning when it comes from behind a sketch book. He is all business trying to capture your beauty as accurately as possible. You know that he will not stop until he's completed the drawing, but you know once he done hours of passion await.

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[blended-ice]

Hi! I’m a huge fan of your art. I was wondering, do you have any advice for approving on anatomy or color? Those are parts of your art that really inspire me! ^^

thanks so much!

For Anatomy, I’d suggest familiarizing yourself with general muscle groups via actual anatomical diagrams, which I’ll include. Once you know how the meaty bits all go together it’s a lot easier modifying/stylizing them!!

here:

Then come figure drawing anatomy studies, these help with figuring out how things fit together and move:

(Pinterest is a shitty cesspool of art stealing and reposting, but it’s a really great place to find and organize lots of references like these!)

Btw cool website:

One last note on… sort of anatomy, but this is more pertinent for composition: work from broad to specific! Block out the general flow of the poses, get a good silhouette before you start going in with details.

I’m using one of my artworks and hoping this helps visualize what I mean:

Color:

When I’m laying down my base colors what tends to be at the forefront of my mind is the value scale.

what i mean by this is, if you look at your piece in grayscale, can you tell that different parts of it are different colors, that some are lighter and darker? Does it still make sense to your eyes if it’s all grayscale? Or is everything the same sort of gray and it all muddled together?

Color can greatly impact the overall mood of your piece, so it’s generally good practice to have a loose idea on the general atmosphere you want to convey and then decide how color relationships play with that.

a general rule of practice for me is to keep the amount of colors I use to a minimum, reusing them in different places (someone’s hair color will also be another persons pants color or something!)

Also when coloring I generally avoid white backgrounds, I feel like it tends to make my colors rather flat and uninteresting. You can see here:

Ive found designating a base that is not white naturally influences the palette to give my end product a more unified appearance.

I think I’ve rambled FAR too long at this point, uhm, hope this was helpful? aha

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[acrossthewavesoftime]

Please tell me if you're seeing this, too. Today I found out that the Archives of Ontario digitised more of the pictorial material in their Simcoe family fonds collection, and among tons of sketches and watercolours by the lifelong prolific Elizabeth and some that weren't in her style, but may have been works by friends or her children, there are these three silhouettes:

To state the obvious, the sitters seem to have been portrayed by the same artist, and were a group of two women and a gentleman.

The two women, wearing a simlar bun-like hairstyle, also share similar facial features; both have the same chin and nose. Only the volume of the hair, the softer line between chin and neck in the first woman and the suggestion of a sheer shawl imply that she may be older than the second lady.

The gentleman is rather portly with more than a hint of a double chin and wears a queued wig.

Now, I was curious as to who these people could be, and...

Could they be Samuel Graves, Margaret Graves and Elizabeth Simcoe?

The hairline of the wig rising from the forehead at an almost right angle and chin seem very similar. I'm not quite sure about the nose, but that might have to do with the shadows in the portrait.

Same pointy chin, same rather remarkable nose.

Sadly I have, save for an almost cartoonishly exaggerated doodle of her as an old woman, never seen another portrait of any sort of Margaret Graves.

However, assuming that I could be correct and these are Samuel and his adoptive niece, then it would only make sense for the second woman to be Margaret. Besides, Elisabeth had, save for two paternal aunts, no female relatives of whom you'd expect any sort of facial resemblance. Why would any of the two paternal aunts be depicted with Elizabeth's maternal aunt's husband?

If I'm correct here, and the three are The Three, then these silhouettes were probably made by Mary Anne Burges during one of her extended stays with the Graves' whenever she needed to escape her somewhat troublesome home life. If Mary Anne is the artist, these would have had to have been made prior to 30 December 1782, when Elizabeth (then still Gwillim) married her uncle's godson, a certain John Graves Simcoe. In that case, the Archives of Ontario would be wrong by a full decade, having dated the silhouettes to the 1790s.

Now, I could be wrong of course, because naturally I want my theory to be true, but if I were correct, that would be quite exciting.

Please do tell me what you think!

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[beneathstarryskies]

Day One: Corruption - Inuyasha

Warnings: fem!reader, seduction, loss of virginity

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The conversation came up randomly one day. Inuyasha was sitting against a tree with his eyes closed. His hands were tucked inside the sleeves of his kimono, and his face remained stoic as the wind swept through his long white hair. At first glance, it would be easy to believe he was in a state of meditation. You’ve been traveling long enough with Inuyasha to know better than that. When he’s quiet like this it’s not that he’s calm or seeking inner peace, it’s because his thoughts are loud. You tried to entertain yourself by playing with the fire, poking at it with a stick, and watching leaves burn to ash when you threw them in. That can only keep someone occupied for so long. You crawled over to Inuyasha and placed your face close to him. At first, he didn’t seem to notice your presence, only betrayed by the slightest twitch of his dog ears. You gently blow on his ear, watching it flick as he lets out an annoyed groan.

“What are you doing?” he growls. As he turns his head to look at you, his eyes widen when he notices your close proximity. He almost loses himself in your eyes but then he scoots away. “What are you so close for?”

“What? You’ve never been close to a cute girl before?” you retort.

“Pft, you’re not a cute girl,” he says despite the way his cheeks flush.

“And of course I have!”

“Oh yeah? What’d you do?” you ask with a smirk.

“WHA— that is none of your business!”

The sight of him so flustered from your questions was enough to keep you entertained for a while. Inuyasha, being Inuyasha, didn’t let it go very easily either. For the rest of the night, he’d randomly burst with questions of your intent when bothering him that way.

As the days passed, you began to truly wonder if he’d ever been close to anyone intimately. Based on his reactions to any hint of flirting or closeness that struck between the two of you, you couldn’t help thinking he must be a virgin. Something about that excited you. Especially when you realize how many times in the past you and Inuyasha were close to sharing a passionate kiss. Perhaps he’s pulled away because he’s worried about admitting the truth. The thought of being the one to show him a world of pleasure makes your body get warm all over, and your mind runs wild with fantasies.

After a long stretch of travel without much rest, the two of you come to a village. Inuyasha is suspicious of everyone your paths cross, as usual, but eventually, you manage to talk him into going to an inn for the night. He stubbornly waits outside while you go in to speak with the innkeeper about getting a room for the night.

“How many guests?” the innkeeper asks politely.

“Two.”

“We only have one bed available for the night, is that okay?”

You hesitate for a moment, but then you realize this could be the opportunity you’ve been waiting for.

“That will be fine,” you smile. She tells you which room you’ll be in for the night, and you arrange for some hot water to be brought in for a bath. Then, you go out to tell Inuyasha the news.

“I got a room, but they only had one bed available,” you explain.

“One bed? That’s ridiculous! We can’t sleep in the same bed?”

“Why not?” you ask curiously. Immediately his cheeks break out into a bright red blush as he stutters over his words, trying to come up with an excuse while avoiding giving himself away. He relents but not without pouting the entire time he follows you to the room. You slide the door open to see the bath has been prepared in a corner with a pair of partitions for privacy.

“I’m gonna have a bath,” you tell him with a sweet smile.

You go over to the tub and close the partitions, but you set the lamp at just the right angle for him to be able to see your silhouette through them.

What you’re hoping for is for Inuyasha to see this and get excited. What you don’t know, however, is that he’s going downright crazy from the sight. As you take off your clothes, he can clearly make out the shape of your body. He can imagine himself holding onto the fat that rounds out your hips and kissing the curve of your tits. His whole body feels hot as his cock twitches in his pants. He’s almost disappointed when you sink into the bath, and he can no longer see your gorgeous form. He lets out a soft, frustrated growl and goes outside. He makes sure to slam the door as he leaves. If you didn’t know Inuyasha as well as you do, you’d mistake this for anger. Instead, you know, he’s just making sure your attention is still on him even if he’s gone.

Hours later, after having dinner, you lay down on the bed to rest. It’s late when Inuyasha returns. You can hear him as he takes off the top layer of his hakama, then he settles into the bed beside you. He keeps a bit of distance between you, but soon you’re closing it. You roll over and snuggle against his side.

“Stop that,” he groans and tries to push you away.

“But it’s cold,” you pout softly. He lets out an annoyed sigh, but then instead of trying to push you again, he wraps his arms around you. You lay your head on his chest and your hand rests on his stomach.

“Is this okay?” you ask softly, wanting to comfort him.

“I guess,” he huffs.

You lay close for a moment, then slowly begin moving your hand over his stomach. You lean in closer to press a soft kiss on his neck. Inuyasha shudders softly and his arms tighten around your body. You take this as a sign to continue showering him in affection. You leave a trail of kisses along the curve of his neck until you find the spot that makes him let out a small, almost incomprehensible, whimper. For a while you focus your attention there, sucking and biting softly, while also caressing his abdomen.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Do you like it?” you ask, your breath soft and warm against his skin. He doesn’t answer, and this makes you feel like you’ve made a mistake. You start to pull away, but his grip on you tightens. In the darkness of the inn room, you smirk at knowing you’ve gotten your way. You scoot a little closer so your body is pressed right up against his. Your hand moves down to his lower abdomen, and your fingers brush against the growing bulge in his pants. He lets out a strangled moan and his hips instinctively raise to meet your touch. You try to move your hand away, but he catches your wrist.

“Please,” he almost seems to be pleading. You begin palming him through his pants.

“Inuyasha, have you ever had anyone touch you like this?” His silence is all the answers you need. You promise yourself you’ll take care of him, and show him not just lust but love. You reach up to cup his cheek gently and pull his face closer. Finally, you pull him in for a soft kiss. He sinks into it almost immediately, his hand rests on your hip. He squeezes it as the kiss deepens. Your tongues rub against one another in a sensual dance. You moan softly.

“Can I take your clothes off?” you ask.

He nods eagerly and you sit up. You carefully remove the rest of his clothes until his muscular, strong form is laid out in front of you. You begin kissing him gently on his chest, then slowly down his stomach until you reach the line of white hair leading toward his cock.

“Do you want me to keep going?” you ask excitedly.

“Y-yeah,” he gasps.

You keep going, kissing down the white trail of hair until you’re kissing the base of his cock. You take him in your hand and begin stroking him slowly. His cock throbs in your hand, already reacting strongly to your touch. It’s not long before you feel a bead of precum drip onto your hand. You lick it off, following it all the way to the tip of his cock. He whines softly, and his hand tangles in your hair as you continue licking and sucking on the tip of his cock. Your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock and you let out a moan at the taste of him on your tongue.

“Shit,” he groans as he resists the urge to buck his hips. As you slowly sink down lower, he can already feel himself tinkering on the edge. He pulls you off his cock, and gives you a pitiful look that would be impossible for anyone to refuse.

“I need more,” he gasps. “Please.”

It doesn’t take any more begging for you to give in to his whims. After all, just the thought of showing him pleasure has been rattling your brain for weeks now and driving you crazy. You strip off your nightgown and straddle his hips. His hard cock presses against your hole as you settle on top of him. You don’t have time to ask for further consent before he’s grinding against you, practically begging for you to sink down on his cock.

Your hands rest on his chest as you take him inside of you. The feeling of your warm walls enveloping his cock is too much to bear. His hand rests on your hips as he watches you move. Your hips roll in a steady rhythm as you give both of you a moment to acclimate to his size stretching your hole. You increase your pace harder and faster until the sounds of both of your moans fill the air of the room. Your eyes are just starting to flutter closed when you suddenly feel warmth filling your core. Inuyasha practically howls with pleasure as he cums. You slow to a stop before pulling off of him. You’re content to teach him more about this new world of pleasure. You’re so excited about having finally crossed this threshold you don’t think twice about his premature cumming. You pull off his cock to settle beside him as he tries to catch his breath. You kiss his cheek and cuddle against him.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls softly as he pushes you onto your stomach.

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[spotsupstuff]

hey spot, do you have any tips for drawing iterator faces- more specifically "snouted" faces (like five pebbles)?

this gotta be some kinda ploy to make me draw Pebs again augh...

not sure if i really have many tips from my actual process, i guess? i'm tryin to speed thru the process of drawin as much as i can so more nuanced things get lost in favor of a shorthand, but i suppose i can try muster some stuff up. one isn't a master of their craft if they can't explain it to a child, as they say

main idea i try to chase with Pebs (since for now he's the only Gen 3 design i have with the snout stuff) is the silhouette of the head, the boundaries? the same shape can be recycled for a different angle, though the body then has to be adjusted cuz it can look funky then

this is the quick process, at least. generally i'd slow down, polish some things, a drawing with a goal in mind usually takes a while longer because of the attempts at the best shapes n things that would communicate what i have in head, but it's also better defined because there is an actual specific idea in the head. "draw expression for sake of showing a head" vs "draw this character a little appalled with apprehensive hand against the chest and as if he can't stand something that's happening in front of him"

here's the latter idea Pebs with more time spent on him- slower brush strokes, eraser and Especially the select tool which was used specifically to move the eye n marks lower + make his head smaller. the select tool isn't cheating (since i know some throw a fuss about that), use it when something isn't entirely clickin freely

as always, when an artist's shorthand isn't working out for ya/you can't tune into the same process of slappin a vision on canvas, breaking a thing down to its basic shapes and working with those should do the trick

oh! another trick i used a few times. from the middle of the + on the base circle that helps direct the face, extend a line that would serve for some snout navigation in 3D

#spot says stuff #rw #its all fun n games with shorthand until you stop sketchin ur shit out properly n then shit becomes Unbearably Stiff #yeaaaa boy i am Fucked Up i have Horrible little habits #n as always when im asked for some sort of tutorial: gentle reminder that everyone has easier time with their own set of shapes #for me its going Sharp some might be prospering more with round things. dont copy what exactly i said here reach for the core of the idea- #-communicated and develop it in a way thats more helpful to you

[operafantomet]

POTO DUBAI

Lifting up a question from a previous post:

"Any comments on the Dubai production? From what I have seen on Instagram, the colour palette of costumes is strangely muted, it looks a bit drab as a result, unlike the opulent original. Cheaper no doubt, but looks about 10-15 years too late in terms of silhouettes. Erik’s organ in its rocky niche is a nice gothic touch"

The current Middle East Tour started its life as a sit-down production in Romania in 2015, with design by Andrew Riley. The same production opened in Norway in 2018, but then massively vamped, with pimped sets, a new and fierce chandelier, and an overall upgraded costume design. This production continued to Greece, and now the Middle East, closing in Dubai as we speak and heading to Kuwait Bulgaria next.

I agree that the palette is fairly muted. It's an incredibly blue production, if anything. There were scenes I would have wanted a splash of colour, of red, of green, of pink, of yellow. After two hours there is a certain blue overdose. The overall mood is this:

But I like the set design a lot. Moody and monumental but still with enough blank spaces where the imagination can kick in. And very much a nod to the Palais Garnier throughout, but other angles and details than Bjørnson's design. I am especially fond of the ever-present Garnier-esque proscenium and chandelier, as well as the "torn" drum-structure featuring the organ or dome on the other side, and a diagonal staircase on the other side.

The mock operas and the glittering mirrored hall for Masquerade are the only to break the "blueness". Here's the main look for Il Muto:

And the two main looks for Masquerade, the first being very golden, and the second very red.

As for the costume design being a bit "late" for when POTO is traditionally set - yes. I've done two off-hand interviews with people involved in this production. One of them told me that it was the London office encouraging non-replica productions to seek out other time periods, other styles, other looks, to not become Maria Bjørnson blueprints. That is why you have inter-war style in Estonia, non-defined or modern-day style in Finland, Serbia and Bulgaria, 1860s movie clone in Poland, and Edwardian/Belle Epoque in this particular production.

(there ARE non-replica production doing full-blown Victorian, hereunder Hungary, Czech Republic and the Mediterranean version, so it doesn't seem to be set in stone. But the word used was encouraged, not demanded)

There also seems to be a will to do things opposite of the original. "So the Phantom wears his mask on the right side? Then we'll go left!"... "Oh, so Christine is a brunette? Then we go blonde!"... "Oh, so Meg is a blonde? Then we go brunette!"... Yeah.

I hope that answered your questions/comments and gave some links and stuff to explore further :)

#poto romania #poto norway #poto greece #poto middle east tour #phantom of the opera #andrew riley #non replica #scenography #costume design