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iikkeee · 2 years
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Waiting for you || smut
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Bridgerton Benedict x Reader !!
Warnings: unprotected, oral, dirty talk (?) not much more just lots of fluff
A/n: i honestly just wanted to make a cute little story about Benedict because he’s my favorite character, but I hope you guys like this I also apologize for any misspelled words or such as I wrote this at night lmao
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I looked in the mirror dusting off my dress “hmm” I hummed as I admired myself. “Who are you getting dressed up for?” My mother asked suddenly appearing behind me “my gosh, mama you scared me” I said as I clutched the fabric near my heart in shock. “Anyways, I’m not getting dressed for anyone.” I turned to her rolling my eyes slightly “I haven’t seen you like that since your season, love” she said taking my hands in hers “I think I’m too old to be courted at this point” I replied with a gentle smile. “Not at all, there’s always going to be a special someone. Just wait.” She said caressing my face with one of her hands, I smiled squeezing her hands before letting go of them and walking out the room. “Is it that bridgerton boy?” She yelled as I went up the stairs “oh my god!!” I replied going up them faster my cheeks flushed. I closed the door to my room plopping onto the bed, I was like a lovesick school girl and I felt a fool. I freshened up quickly and headed down once more. “Mama, i’m going to the bridgerton’s” “ah so I was correct” she replied winking at me “BYE!” I exclaimed before running out the door.
I opened the front door and walked to the main room, “ah, Y/n I didn’t think you’d come today” Violet said smiling as she layed her hand on my shoulder guiding me to one of the tables “how could I not when I have these two asking for me?” I exclaimed as hyacinth and Gregory ran to hug me, I laughed as I had them both in my arms. I rubbed both of their backs as I looked up seeing Anthony there “and how could I leave poor Anthony without my presence for far too long?” I asked smiling as I left the children opening my arms “Please you were here yesterday” he said rolling his eyes nonetheless returning the hug. “Uh, is Benedict in today?” I asked Violet “oh please he never leaves the house” she replied I chuckled at her answer “y/n are you going to the ball later?” She asked unexpectedly “oh no, I’d rather just stay home” I said settling into one of the chairs “perhaps you could keep Benedict company, I doubt he’d want to go anyways” Anthony said glancing from me to Violet “perhaps I should”
“Bye Y/n!” The bridgerton’s said as they left for the ball, I waved before closing the door. My heart was racing, I had never been able to stay alone with Benedict. I calmed down walking through the halls searching for him. He sat drawing in his sketchbook, his brows furrowed in frustration as he ripped a page for his book. I walked to his side crouching down to look at the sketch stopping his hand as he almost crumbled it. “Oh hello y/n” he said turning to me, I nodded at him “aren’t you supposed to be at the ball?” “I stayed to keep you company” I replied. He smiled before turning back to the book, i hesitated as I realized i still had my hand on his “your art is beautiful you know” I said smiling as I looked at what he had drawn “you flatter me, but this page is horrible” he replied “not at all, you see…” I paused as I lifted his hand up holding it at the angle he was drawing it “this drawing is almost perfect, all you have to do is get those extra details, just use yourself as reference” I said smiling, he peered down at me which felt like an hour despite being mere seconds my breath hitched. “You look beautiful today you know?” He complimented our faces close, I flushed “thank you” I muttered as I looked down at his lips. I gulped as we both turned our heads getting even closer our lips almost touching. I closed my eyes as he pressed his lips on mine, my heart racing.
I grabbed his shoulders pushing him away gently “what?” He asked his eyes shifting to see the expression on my face, I smiled at him “we can’t do this…I have to be married or else I’ll be dishonored” I replied caressing his face “so what? Nobody will see us” he said my face falling, how could I tell him that I wanted for people to see us together? He noticed the frown on my face “hell…I’ll give you a proposal right before you walk through that door” he whispered “Benedict” I said resting my hands on his shoulders “I’m not kidding, y/n you are the most beautiful women I’ve known. I’ve liked you for all these year we’ve known each other” he said picking up my hand and placing it on his heart, his heart beating as fast as mine “really…you’ve liked me too?” I asked shocked “of course I did, but you had all those suitors” he said rolling his eyes “none of them compared to you, you know?” I said putting my finger under his chin making him look at me “Why do you think I’ve stayed unmarried? I was waiting for you” I whispered. “You’re making it hard for me to not get on one knee” He sighed before wrapping his arms around my waist bringing me to his lap, as his lips met mine I had never felt more passion in my life. My heart beating so loud I’m sure he could hear it. I caressed his face as he slipped his tongue in my mouth, his hands wandering down my form.
We both pulled away catching our breaths, staring into each other’s eyes “do not jest Benedict” I responded “I’m being serious” he said kissing my shoulder as he started to unzip with dress, I gasped “is this okay?” he asked, “It’s just I’ve never done this before…” “it’s okay, we can take things slow” he said pulling away “no…keep going” I exclaimed he glanced at me before removing the dress off, his hands moving to take off the rest of my garments. I shuddered at the feeling of his touch, he kissed down my neck leaving small bites and marks down it before moving to my breasts he kissed my delicate bud sucking on it gently as he kneaded the other in his hands. My breath hitched as I felt the new sensation, a weird feeling in my stomach occurring. He moved to the other giving it the same treatment, my back arching at the feeling whimpers leaving my lips as I felt my cunt getting wetter. He smirked against my skin as he left my chest moving back to my lips pulling me into another deep kiss.
He placed me down on the table moving his sketchbook out of the way as he kissed down my belly “Benedict..” I whispered as I saw him going lower “I want to make you feel good” he whispered as he spread my legs kissing my thighs gently. I shuddered as his tongue met my cunt “you’re so wet for me” he said against me making me blush. He licked my folds and sucked on my bud, I put my hands through his hair wanting him even more. He moved his hand to my cunt putting his digits inside stretching me out as he moved them in and out, I moaned as he went faster. My stomach feeling warm as he continued sucking on my bud and moving faster, my body shaking as I released. He took his digits out licking them clean before taking off his shirt and pants, I blushed as I saw his toned build his hands moving to free his throbbing member from his underwear.
My eyes widened as I saw it, he kissed me before positioning himself at my entrance “this might hurt for a moment” he said against my ear as he inserted his member in gently. I hissed at the pain leaning my head against his shoulder he kissed my neck relieving some of the pain. “Benedict…” I whimpered motioning him to start moving, he moved slowly allowing me to adjust fully. I moaned as the pain went away his strokes were passionate, his love showing through them. I pulled him into another kiss our moans being suppressed as our lips moved together like they were made for each other. His strokes started to become faster causing my head to roll back his lips moving to neck kissing it. With each stroke my stomach got warmer my cunt throbbing and clenching on his member, “fuck y/n” he groaned going faster, I moaned as I felt myself coming undone. “Benedict” I whimpered before releasing, he cursed before releasing too.
He pulled out as we both caught our breaths, I sat up and put my arms around his neck “that was…amazing” I said smiling kissing him gently, he smiled before pulling me on to him. He nuzzled his head in my neck “I love you” he said softly “I love you too” I replied smiling widely. “Let’s get cleaned up before they come home though” I said remembering the situation “of course” he replied as we both cleaned up putting our garments back on, I zipped up my dress before seeing him fiddle with his collar. I walked to him adjusting it and putting my hands through his hair making it look presentable. “Ahh, you’re so perfect” he said picking me up “Benedict stop!” I giggled as he held me in his arms “mwah” he said as he kissed me.
We spent the reminder of our time cuddling together as Benedict sketched, we both looked up as we heard the door open “oh well I see you two are comfortable” Anthony said smiling as the rest of the family came into the room. Violet smiled at us before settling down a tone of the tables “Well I have announcement to make” Benedict said smiling at me, my mouth opened in shock as I knew what he was going to say “me and y/n are getting married” “what?!” Eloise said in shock “Well it makes sense but out of nowhere?” She added “Thank god” Violet exclaimed coming to my side “I thought you guys would never find out that you liked each other” Anthony said chuckling. “It’s unexpected yes, but I think it’s the right choice” I said smiling at Benedict as I placed my hand on his chest. ��Oh! Does that mean that y/n is going to be like a sister to me?” Hyacinth exclaimed happily “Yes, we’ll be even closer than we are now” I said hugging her side. “Looks like we have a wedding to plan than” Daphne sighed. _______________________________________________
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sabertoothwalrus · 2 years
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do you have any tips on streamlining your comic/art making process? I colored in a doodled comic and the whole thing took me hours, I just feel like there's something I'm missing that would make the whole thing go faster? I know a part my own struggle is just learning the program i work with in the first place. apologies if this is somethin too specific to myself lmao
laziness, ultimately.
I think it's pretty universal for artists to assume they're doing something the "wrong" or "difficult" way, and that there MUST be some secret everyone else knows that you somehow missed. I know I definitely feel this way, especially about painting and layout design.
I think once I realized that the amount of time you spend on a comic =/= how much people like it, I stopped caring if I left things sketchy or uncolored or anything besides the bare minimum of what it takes to say what you need to say. I've been trying to practice skills I'd use in storyboarding, except I don't really think about it like "practicing storyboarding skills", I think about it like "what can I do to communicate this scenario as efficiently as possible". How clear are the poses? The order of dialogue? The pacing? The tone? Does the punchline land? Is the setting and placement of characters clear? What can I do to vary the perspective and angles to keep it interesting and aid the tone, without it being too confusing? Sometimes, I DO need to do a bit more with value or color or backgrounds, but I try to get away with conveying as much as I with as little as possible.
I skip a lot of steps. I don't do lineart, I just clean up my sketches. I rarely color things (but I'm trying to get better!) and when I do it's really sloppy and not at all in the lines, but it doesn't really matter. I don't think anyone cares much (not in a self-deprecating way, but a "most people are only going to look at this for a few seconds so fuck it" way)
Beyond that, keyboard shortcuts help a lot. I know screen tablets are the Hot Thing and seem like the industry standard for animation and illustration, but I can't imagine not having my hand on my keyboard the entire time I'm drawing. I use wayyy too many shortcuts to ever use the ones on my tablet, or one of those controller things.
Certain things like the polygonal lasso tool or CSP's nifty "close gap" feature on the bucket tool sure help a lot. There are somethings you'll always have to brute force, so you just have to practice getting faster at brute forcing it.
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insomniakingdoom · 9 months
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Happy (not) Birthday Waluigi!
lI’m sorry I couldn’t keep up my promise, as usual, my days got pretty erratic. Your B-day got there way faster than expected and I got nothing done. Couldn’t even work on my own personal project(s). I know you don’t actually really care about gifts, you’re just happy when we think about you. But I do care. Very and too much. I feel bad that I didn’t got anything for you, not even a slight sketch. But, oh well, I’m still happy we got to spend time together. You’re my friend, and I’m glad to have your in my life. 
Fictionnal conversation aside, I still plan on drawing Waluigi, I’ll probably won’t be done today or ever, but I’ll work on it each time it come across my mind and I have some free time to spend. Well, I have a lot of free time, but my mind is full of stuff and it’s hard to keep up with it lol. I’ll also try posting often today, like, if there any headcanon about the purple menace that comes across my mind.
Also, remember this post? Well, I wrote some chapters for it. It’s been actually quite conforting to imagine myself living outside of the house, away of like, everything. Won’t go into detail, but let’s just say that the vibes in my family aren’t good at all. Well, mostly one perticular family member, but I’m already venting enough about them to my friends lmao. So yea, may also post some bits of it. As an hommage. Or just because I’m bored. 
edit: crap it says 12:01 am like come on, I gave myself 20 minutes to wrote this and I manage to post 1 minute late, that’s so dissapointing, brain brain faster next time >:C Edit: wait, I still have a month lol, July and Juin are just very close in term of word lol, keeping it as a pin of shame. July is Juillet in french btw. That also mean that I have a second attempt to post at midnight lol Yet another EDIT: I could have litterally put Wikipedia in french to make sure, but I got a smol brain moment lmao. Well, that’s got to show that I’m still dedicated to the character, take good care of yourself, Waluigi ♡
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echollama · 2 years
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A Sketch A Day 2-08-2022
Oh mein gott zhose arten’t beez zhat’s buzzing!
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babybluebex · 3 years
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laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet
so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)
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(gif credit to @lindir)
A = Aftercare.
Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).
B = Body Part.
His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.
C = Cum.
I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).
D = Dirty Secret.
Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”
E = Experience.
Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.
F = Favourite Positions.
Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.
G = Goofy.
Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.
H = Hair.
OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).
I = Intimacy.
Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.
J = Jack-Off.
Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.
K = Kink.
He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.
L = Location.
Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.
M = Motivation.
He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.
N = No.
He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.
O = Oral.
He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”
P = Pace.
Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.
Q = Quickie.
Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??
R = Risk.
Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.
S = Stamina.
Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.
T = Toy.
HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.
U = Unfair.
Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.
V = Volume.
He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.
W = Wild Card.
He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.
X = X-Ray.
Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules
Y = Yearning.
Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.
Z = ZZZ.
He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.
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anyoneseenadam · 3 years
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That fenrys fic was divine 😭🔥 can I request something for him having a nightmare for the first time since he found his mate and she comforts him and reassure him ?a tiny bit of angst maybe 💔🤧
pairing: Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)
warnings: blood, violence, nightmares, character death (kinda), mainly fluff with a lil bit of angst
a/n: I completely stole the first half of this from a short story I wrote about Achilles lmao, also THANK YOU FENRYS IS AN ICON AND DESERVES ALL THE LOVE WHICH I AM HAPPY TO GIVE, hope u enjoy <3
(I did not proof read this because I am tired :))
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Fenrys hands shook as they refrained from touching her, from pulling her in and wrapping himself around her, drowning in her hair, her skin, her clothes, her laugh, eyes, smile. She turned with a smirk and a cheeky eyebrow raise, beckoning him in. He lunged, grabbing her, ready to make true on his wish, staring in wonder as her solid form turned to mist in his hands as she moved further away. Her laugh drawing him in. And of course, he followed like the lost puppy he was, begging, and whining to return to comfort, home, safety. She was his home, and he would follow her to the ends of the world if it meant she stayed that way.
 She had moved again, this time into a series of winding corridors, the maze he called his heart, a maze she owned. He chased after her, but she was quick, twisting and turning through corridors and secret doors, the map laid bare for her to see as he stumbled blinding, led only be the light she left in her path and her infectious laughter. Finally, she reached a dead end, casually bracing herself against the cold walls, releasing an exhale of laughter through her nose. He slowed his pace to a walk as she smiled up at him through curling lashes, nothing but the faint smudge of rouge high on her cheeks concealing her natural face to him, which he proceeded to wipe with his thumb when he reached her, his build towering over hers.
 “Finished running, are you?” he mused quietly,
 “I knew you wouldn’t let me get too far,” she whispered back, lips tracing his jaw.
 “That’s because you hold my leash,” he allowed himself to concede, “always have, always will my darling.”
 She let out a sigh of agreement, before leaning to his ear, their bodies pressed so tightly together he could feel her heart beating in his own chest, as if they had swapped hearts giving the other all they were, all they could be.
 “There is no me without you.” She uttered the vows they had made that beautiful day, where she dressed as the angel he was sure she was. He leaned down to express his love, but she did not allow him to rest in her arms for long, pulling away with a giggle.
 “What?” he asked with a smirk, but she was already gone giggling behind him, the chase beginning again.
 But as he turned, blessed by the smile she gave him, all pearly white teeth and rosy cheeks, the warning shout he cried was not quick enough as a wash of deep red replaced the once pure and untainted white of her smile. Her mouth filling with blood, the sword protruding from her stomach like a handle. She stared at him questions not asked soon enough as she splutters up blood onto her previously fresh clothes, eyes full of fear, splitting his heart in half, the ground crumbling beneath his feet.
 He tried to run to her, hands grasping at air as he fell through the cracks in his own heart, a scream tearing from his throat as she was pulled from him, skin draining of colour and eyes turning black, full of hatred and contempt as she stared him down.
 His own scream woke him up, sweat and tears blending on his face like paint on a pallet, as he gripped her pillow and sobbed on their bed. He herded himself into the far corner of the bed, afraid when he realised she was not lying next to him, comforting words, and gentle hands ready to lull him back to sleep. Fear and sadness battled in his heart, the heart he had given her during the war, the heart she had held safely as she cut her way through armies to reach him again. The heart she had put back together with soft kisses and words of undying love. The heart she had tied to her own the day they wed and had kept pressed safely in her chest since.
 He looked now, tears blurring the image he was presented with, bookshelves filled with stories you promised you would read eventually, tubes of lipstick on the floor next to the frame of their mirror, tea left to go cold in mugs dotted around the room, sketches left to be forgotten on desks and ribbons tied haphazardly around bed posts.
 He saw all these signs of you, the clues you left him as he navigated your shared life. His eyes darted around the room, breath picking up when he couldn’t see you, pressing a hand to your side of the bed and finding it warm, his breathing only slowing a little.
 He stood, pulling on a pair of boxers, and grabbing two daggers he kept next to the bed as his mind filled with the worst possible scenarios. He slowly padded out the room, moving silently through the house and thinking of a million different ways to torture whoever had dared to touch you. The tears on his face had dried uncomfortably but it was the least of his worries as he stalked through his own home, fear clouding his judgement that argued you were probably safe.
 He heard movement in the kitchen and walked that way, footsteps light as he rounded to corner to a beautiful sight. His arms dropped as he took in the sight of you in nothing but his shirt, sipping from a glass of water, illuminated by the moons glow. You turned when he walked in, smiling at his but furrowing your eyebrows when you saw his facial expression and the knives in his hands.
 “Fenrys, what happened?” you asked, moving over to him as he threw his daggers down, arms encircling your waist as he breathed in your scent. “Fenrys please, you’re scaring me.”
 He pulled away from you and you reached up, stroking a hand down his face and looking up at him with nothing but concern in your eyes, eyes that were searching his for any clues of why he was acting this way.
“I though you were- I thought someone had,” he struggled to get the words out, pulling you even closer, one hand tangling itself in your hair as you furrowed your eyebrows at him, kissing his sharp jaw.
 “Slow down love, tell me what happened,” your soothing voice calmed him, his breath coming easier as you moved a hand to his shoulder, your loving grip grounding him.
 “I had a dream, then I woke up and you weren’t hear and I- I thought someone had taken you,” he whispered, eyes filling with tears as he pictured your lifeless eyes and limp body.
 “Oh my love, I’m sorry,” you pulled away from him, clasping his large hand in your smaller one and pulling him to your shared bedroom, “But you know I’m not easy to kidnap, I make too much noise.”  You joked, holding his hand to your mouth, and kissing it lightly as you walked over to your bed.
 He sat down first, and you stood between his legs, his arms wrapping tightly around you again. “Don’t joke about that,” he muttered into your stomach, but he couldn’t resist the smile forming.
 You pushed his head back and climbed into his lap, arms resting on his shoulders. “I mean honestly, if I ever got taken hostage I’m pretty sure I’d annoy them into letting me go, I’d just start explaining my top three reasons why every Jane Austen novel contains gay subtext.”
 “Or you could explain to them the tier list you and Aelin made of all the men you know.” Fenrys laughed as your eyes lit up.
 “I forgot about that!” you exclaimed and Fenrys laughed, lying down, and pulling you with him as he tickled your sides, revelling in your squeals as you batted your hands at him.
 When you calmed down, breathing quickly you rolled off Fenrys as he nestled himself between your breasts, holding you close.
 “Please never leave me,” he whispered into your chest as he listened to the steady beat of your heart as it created a song just for him. The vulnerability in his voice broke you and you moved a hand to his head, stroking lightly.
“Never.” You spoke with such surety that Fenrys let out the exhale he had been holding in. “I am never going to leave you, I’m always going to be by your side.”
“I love you so much, so much when I thought you were gone, I felt sick. I can’t do this without you.” He whispered into your skin. “Sometimes I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up and all this will have been a dream. And I’ll have to lie with Maeve again and kill for her and watch her hurt Conall and it will be so much worse, because I’ll remember this softness, I’ll remember you and maybe one day I’d find you and you wouldn’t recognise me, and for the rest of my life I’d think of you, of the woman I never got to love.”
“This is real.” You whispered, kissing his head, and ignoring the tears welling in your eyes, “I’m real, you’re real. We’re real Fenrys.”
He didn’t reply, just buried his face deeper into your chest, addicted to the feel of your heartbeat. The constant reminder that you were here, you were alive. After he lost his brother you noticed Fenrys had become clingier, you initially presumed it was just because he was in mourning and needed comfort but one night he had drunkenly confessed his biggest fear to you. The nightmares he would have where you left him, told him you hated him, and the worst of all, the nightmares in which he watched your life be cruelly ripped from you. He could live with you hating him and leaving him, knowing that somewhere in the world you were safe and breathing, but everyday he feared your death.
The mornings he would wake up and find you wincing, a hot water bottle pressed into your lower stomach, the thought of you in any form of pain ripping into him, making his heartbeat faster and his palms sweat. The powerful warrior brought to his knees for you, but you were always quick to reassure him with kisses and promises of staying in bed all day.
As he breathed in your scent now and listened to your heartbeat, happily surrounded by you and only you, he allowed himself to relax under you soft touch, his own heart slowing to beat with yours as the fear slowly melted from him.
He needn’t fear your death, as he knew that he would never let you die. No, instead he would always fall before you, sacrifice his own life, any life if it meant you survived. You were a Goddess sent to bless him and he would fall to worship before you, always.
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anothertimdrakestan · 3 years
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Batboys Helping You Out During Finals/Uni Deadlines HC
req: hey can i make a hc request for how the batboys would help their so if she was really stressed about uni work and deadlines? i’m drowning in work rn and i wish i had a batboy to make everything better lmao
hiya! i wanted to churn this out quick so your uni work is still goin but heres a couple mini HC’s for the batboys! 
Dick Grayson:
- Dick would be the best comfort for you, always ready to let you melt into his arms after you submit an assignment or just drag you to be if just for a couple hours because “no one can work with brain fog y/n!!!”
- seeing you all productive would make him wanna be productive too so you’d probably find him starting new cases or even painting the walls of his apartment a new color while you tease him about being “so bored without your company” to which he openly agrees, making your promise he gets a whole day of your time to himself when you’re done with uni work- it just makes you wanna grind out the work faster which is always a plus
- he’d understand completely how busy you are and would take it upon himself to make sure you get at least one meal in before heading back to the grind, he’d probably beg Alfred to make some kind of delicious pastry he can deliver to you with that perfect grin on his face : )
Jason Todd:
- for the assignments you don’t want to do Jason is finding the answers on the Chegg account he got Tim to hack into or he’s photo math-ing all your useless assignments for you
- I feel like he’d also be very touchy when you’re focused, constantly scooping you up so you’re typing essays in his lap while he peppers kisses down your jaw or massages your shoulders while whispering dangerous things in your ear that may or may not distract you... depending on your willpower and necessity to finish the assignments
- He may even whip out his chef skills and bring you a soup or warm meal that he’d been working on all day, you love studying while he cooks because you can hear music and Jason’s soft humming from the kitchen as well as the delicious aromas circulating your apartment all day long
Tim Drake:
- Not only would Tim be consistently offering up himself to help you with your work, mans would be at your side to hype you up and keep you focused on the work
- it’s like those pinterest couples where they work for the same hours together to hold each other accountable then take fun breaks together like face masks, take out, and a movie or two
- Tim is unbelievable caring and would always be bringing you water and snacks trying to make sure his favorite person in the world is as healthy as you can be during rough amounts of work
Damian Wayne:
- Damian would realize that you need to grind, and for some reason I think he’d just start channeling Alfred energy
- He’d make his room a Y/N Nest, blankets, pencils, laptop chargers, his hoodies, food- all ready for you whenever you ask. It makes some deep caring part of him melt when you say “thank you bubs” after he brings you whatever you asked for, he’d bring you the moon if you asked for it- just to see his favorite smile
- Dami is completely content to sit with a sketch pad for five hours straight, trying to capture the way your brows furrow when you’re focused and that exact moment you get the answer or the next idea for your work, he’d love just getting an excuse to be in your presence for an extended period of time
Duke Thomas:
- Duke would want to make sure you’re getting fresh air and a change of scenery, he’d help you pack up some of your stuff and carry it down to the library or a little cafe where he’d sip a latte and do his own classwork, taking breaks just to admire the beauty in front of him
- running back home to your apartment after you lost track of time but got so much done, thanking Duke with a kiss that makes his cheeks heat up as he mumbles some thanks for helping him focus to, though you knew he was almost undeniably there for you
- shutting the door behind you, wrapped in the jacket he gave you during the sprint home and holding it close to your chest while you stay up to finish the last of your assignments, Duke would be punching the air with excitement that he finally got the unofficial date of his dreams, now he just had to think of a way to officially ask you out... but that can wait til your deadlines are done : )
I hope this helps! Last week was when all my assignments were due and I like actually died a little on the inside so I wish you the best of luck! <3
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bbyhaikyuu · 4 years
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idk how to do these things so 👀
I haven't written anything in like 4 years, so.. Hi? Im taking it easy a bit by doing these hc's(is that what you call it? Or is it called a scenario???? Idk help im a babieee) first before doing oneshots/short fics hehe
: Daichi and Sugawara: Finding out that someone is drawing them.
I did not proofread oops i just wanted to get it over with and finish
Daichi
TYPICAL hallway bump shenanigans eheheheeeee
You were carrying quite a lot of stuff, well of course, being the class rep means that you have to pass the class's workbooks to the faculty room.
Your dumbass forgot that you put your sketchbook right on top of the pile??
Chaos suddenly came and the next thing you knew is that the books were on the floor.
Looked up and saw it was Daichi??
Bumping to this mf feels like walking right into a stone wall
lmAO felt like your shoulder dislocated a bit there eh?
Daichi is a gentleman ofcourse he would help you gather the books. Suga and Asahi was with him too, which made the cleanup much more faster.
Y'all exchanged apologies(and thanks) before you sprinted away like your life depended on it.
The trio was about to head to their respective classrooms, but suga noticed something on the corner of his eyes and picked up a black sketchbook.
They knew it wasn't a typical notebook because the cover was sort of like soft leather??? Damn it felt expensive.
Sugawara quickly found your name written at the bottom center and read it out loud.
"Isn't she from class 3-A?" Asahi asked them, they nodded in reply.
All of the 3rd years knew each other's names, despite never talking or interacting.
The bell rang, lunch break was over.
"Guess she's going to be late because of us. " Daichi chuckled, though guilt was evident.
"Aaand that is why you are the one who is gunna return that to her, personally." Suga smiled before shoving the notebook to Daichi's chest and darting towards his classroom.
Asahi is gone too???
Daichi sighed and went back to his own classroom.
The period turned out to be a study hall since the teacher didn't bother to show himself. There isn't really anything to study anymore tho?? They had exams just last week???
Bored Daichi decided to flip through your sketchbook and found himself at awe and intrigued each time he flipped a page.
He quickly learned that you were into action mangas. Each page was littered with dynamic poses. Though there were some full illustrations here and there.
When he got to the last page with a drawing he CLOSED IT BY ACCIDENT BECAUSE HE WAS SURPRISED.
Homeboy got stared at lmao
Anyways he opened it up again and got an even closer look.
On the upper left, there was a messy headshot sketch of someone. Messy yet you can actually tell who it was yk what i mean????
Daichi smirked because he KNEW it was him 100%
the nowhere finished full body sketch of someone recieving a ball with the #1 below the headahot gave it away.
The facy that it has "?????" beside it is very amusing to him. He knew you had a hard time figuring out the pose.
So when y'all got dismissed, he quickly went to your room and searched for you, holding up the black sketchbook in his hand. You almost died that day because you thought you lost it.
"You look like you could use some help there, wanna come watch me and the boys practice? "
You almost blew a fuse but hey, atleast you finished that drawing of yours.
Sugawara
You're at a cafe, hoping that the change of environment will help you think and draw more.
Wrong. You needed a live reference. Pinterest pics just wont cut it.
How do u draw men???? When its women you can go like swoosh and its already decent and *chef's kiss. But men???? Boink.
So when you looked up and saw a pretty boi (cue sugawara) sat across you, you were like "hell yeah, jackpot".
You started doing sketches on your ipad(and apple pencil), your hands felt like they were moving naturally.
You know how weird it is to draw someone you completely didn't know, based from experience.
Soooo you tried to keep your stares to a minimum and only looked up when you really needed to.
Too bad, Sugawara already had his eyes on you and your ipad. he sounds like a thief wtaf
So he decided to stay still and scroll on his phone for a little bit more casually sipping his coffee.
He observed you for a while, whenever you weren't staring at him.
He would smile a lil bit every once in a while.
You thought he saw a meme. Nah hoe, he's entertained that you thought he didn't know 👀
You did 3 sketches of him???? You're so happy????
You finally stretched your arms and let out a smol sigh
Pretty boi started gathering his things already :(
You were sad that you didn't get to know him, but hey atleast you got these bomb ass sketches of him.
You decided to clean it up a bit and colour it in.
Damn his beauty mark beside is eye is perfection.
Your ass was so engrossed in finishing the drawing you didn't notice him coming to your table.
Him putting the coffee on your table startled tf outta you.
Pretty boi??? Smiled??? Im simping????
He hurried out tho, looks like he's busy.
B U T
pretty boi left a sticky note!!!
"Wanna hang out? I'll be your French girl ;)))"
xoxo Sugawara Koushi
Attached: His number with a heart
H E A R T A T T A C K
Took you a while to compose yourself.
You smiled and thought :
J a c k p o t
So that's all for now!! I accidentally made daichi's a bit longer
I kinda like this writing style???
Im thinking something mafia au related for the next one
Feel free to send me some suggestions! I could def use them hehe 👉👈
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mochi-marie · 3 years
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hello! I would like to request a haikyuu matchup please :D (I apologize in advance if I write too much aksjk hopefully it'll make it easier to match me up?)
1) I'm a straight female and use she/her pronouns
2) I'm about 5'6", have straight brown hair (my friend says it looks orange-ish in the sunlight??), brown eyes, and I've been told that I'm kinda pale (but unfortunately flush easily lol).
As for things that make me stand out, I have patches of eczema littered all over my skin. I have a few on my hands and wrists and even though ik they're not a good thing and of course would much prefer not having eczema, I kinda like that it makes me unique. I also have round glasses (my eyesight is extremely bad ㅠㅠ), wear a lot of black, and recently have been wearing this tan overcoat everytime I go out bc it's big and comfy. oh, and I've always loved black low-top converse!
I'm overweight so I'm kinda insecure about my physical appearance, but I've been dealing with it for so long that ig I've come to terms with it and have just accepted that this is how I am (but I have been trying to exercise... >_>)
3) I'm a gemini, istp-t, and enneagram type 5. I think I treat people how they treat me; if someone doesn't talk to me, I probably won't talk to them unless necessary, and if someone is very friendly and nice to me, I'll be a bit more open and talk more. I'm usually pretty reserved and go with the flow, but around people I'm more comfortable with I can be very sarcastic and playful. I'm kinda a mom/therapist friend. I'm very lazy and an expert procrastinater (I do what's necessary in the most efficient way possible, unless it's something that I enjoy).
Some things I enjoy: cooking & baking, arts & crafts, reading, sketching, 80s music, watching anime/tv/movies (especially crime, mystery, and thriller), and photography (as far as taking scenic photos with my phone goes lmao). idk if this counts as interests, but I'm planning on majoring in business administration and accounting. and as for my clothing style, I currently dress for comfort bc I'm always inside, but if I get a chance to redo my wardrobe I'd like to dress in a style more like dark academia/comfy casual? I have no idea if those are the right words to describe it 😅
4) I'm pretty sure my love language is physical touch, but I also really enjoy receiving spontaneous gifts or stuff I've been wanting (and money lmao I'm a big saver)! I've never been in a relationship, but I know I would definitely have to be friends with someone before even considering a serious romantic relationship, so I would ideally be comfortable around them already. I have a tendency to bottle up my emotions and I'm honestly a bit of a tsundere, so I think I might be shy in voicing my wants/initiating things. as for my type, I would prefer someone tall, mature but able to be playful and can take a joke (I sometimes use "idiot" as a term of endearment sksj I can be kinda mean sometimes tbh), patient since I'll take a while to open up, and ideally ambitious and willing to take initiative (bonus points if they're able to keep up with my sarcastic banter!)
5) I definitely like to sleep in, but if I need to wake up early and I can do so relatively easily. ig you could say I'm more of a night owl. I'm in a constant state of tiredness (possibly fatigued but idk) lol. I could technically live without music but would 100% prefer not to. my favorite song is "eyes without a face" by billy idol. I've never really thought about what my ideal first date would be, but I would like if it was well thought out and personal instead of the typical movie and dinner I suppose.
thank you so much for taking the time to do this!! I apologize again for writing so much 😅 hopefully you'll be able to have some fun writing, and I hope you're doing well! and no worries if you're unable to get to my matchup; please prioritize your wellbeing <3
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𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: i had such a blast reading through this entire thing!!! thank you for writing this much, seriously — i love it, it makes it so much more interesting and easier on my part to find a match!! <3
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𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢 𝗧𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗨
♡ . . . REASONINGS : filtering through the information, i have decided that, in my personal opinion, you are best paired with kuroo tetsurou!
starting off, the trench coat? comfy and casual dark academia fashion style? from looks alone, you seem like a pretty good match-up with kuroo. on the outside look in, i feel like you both would look like a really smart, cute, and sensible / mature couple! in all honesty, i think that kuroo would find your big glasses adorable ( and if you're prone to loosing them, he would find it sickeningly cute if you cling to him while you both searched for the glasses ). i imagine his breath hitches whenever his eyes lay on your figure in the setting sun, turning your hair into a pretty orange-brown shade that makes his heart beat a little bit faster. kuroo is used to being around more reserved people ( as he was once reserved, and now his best friend is rather reserved as well ), so becoming a friends-to-lovers dynamic would be easy. your playfulness and possible sarcasm seems to perfectly interact with his own, and considering some research about your enneagram and personality type, i think that your ( possible ) creativity and curiosity really intrigues him and keeps him curious and attentive with you. i feel that he might always be wondering what's going on in that pretty head of yours, curious to know what your next wonderful idea is or what your mind is thinking about. as an obvious friends-to-lovers trope, i think your relationship with kuroo would be very cute! i have a feeling that he'd love that your love language is physical connection, and would pick up on any ques if you're feeling cuddly and can't get the words out to ask for soft intimacy and cuddles! sarcastic banter? mature yet playful? i think your ideal type seems to perfectly match up with kuroo -- he would most definitely be able to take whatever playful insults you have to throw at him, and be able to throw some back. he knows when to be playful and understands if he ever goes too far, and will own up to any mistakes he may make. considering your hobbies and interests, i think your interest in crime shows / mystery and thriller movies / anime may really pique his interest, and he'd eventually be hooked right along side you. and he may not be the best in the world, but imagining the both of you together, baking or cooking something ( possibly late at night because of midnight cravings ) could be really cute!
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𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗-𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦
♡ . . . staying up late at night and ending up heading into the kitchen together to make a midnight meal doesn't happen too often, but sometimes all you both need is a look at each other as your stomachs growl after a food-related ad on tv. ♡ . . . would absolutely make you feel like a queen all day and everyday if he can help it! will exercise with you if you would let him, and would celebrate all achievements with you; big or small! ♡ . . . kuroo is surprisingly one of the most thoughtful boyfriends, in my personal opinion! i feel like the dates would be well planned, memories eagerly waiting to be made! ♡ . . . the banter between you both is so cute!! it can be sarcastic, but it's never hostile, always playful and light, a smirk plastered onto his lips in a charmingly charismatic way! ♡ . . . stay-at-home-and-watching-a-show-dates!! whether it be wide-eyed and open-mouthed concentration on crime shows, or close-cuddling while watching some thriller or mystery shows / movies / animes!
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𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗
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𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦
♡ . . . akaashi keiji, iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, daichi sawamura
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mikkock · 3 years
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Hey hi your murder mystery art is super totally cool and amazing and I'd like to Extra! Extra! hear all about it *rattles bells*
haha wow i cant believe ud ask me THIS! unbelievable! now im gonna have to make a long post!
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all info under the cut cause im kind like that ♥
For reasons I felt like making a Fancy Ass murder mystery story, with you know, hella complex secret storylines and everyone having drama and shit, and one person died but the more the story goes the less people care about who did the murder and the more they want tHE JUICY DETAILs. X and Y had an afFAIR you say!!! well that’s thousands time more interesting than that murder that happened, who cares about the culprit its not like any of us are going anywhere anyway! tell me more about the marital issues!
The ultimate Vibes are Clue (the game, ya kno, it had a movie too, and that movie was shot with three different endings -fun fact- so that movie theatres could play one alternatively that way people wouldnt get spoiled or even if they did they would not get the ending they were spoiled or even if all three were spoiled you couldnt know which ending you were getting anyway, big dick move, cause its an old movie and film is expensive, also that movie stupid and campy, ALSO I ONLY LEARNED MAKING THIS AU THAT IN ENGLISH THE GAME’S CALLED “CLUE” wE CALL IT CLUEDO therefore my wip playlist is called cluedo. because. fuck it.)(i just have an emotional attachment to that game i even had a cd rom video game version and it was the spookiest shit for a 6 years old, trust me, i played it so much tho i didnt even understand the rULES i was just making scenarios like gathering the characters in rooms n making conversations outloud cause honestly the banter is the best part of a murder mystery) ANYWAY that sure is a whole paragraph of tangent. 
BUT YE the inspo from the Clue game. you can tell it from the Colours obviously, everyone’s colour codded.(even everyone’s name is colours as well you’ll see it’s real dang fancy! im just remaking that game but with 2932020 characters and more behind the scenes drama and also for gay people.)
So BASIC PLOT!
Sir Belyy, the dude in white, is The Rich Powerful Respected Fancy Boss, and he throws a Fancy Reception Party with his closest friends and associates to celebrate the opening of a new branch of his business. All the lads gather in his wonderful little very isolated mansion in the middle of nowhere, like ok he got a death wish or something or he’s very trusting of his business partners, but not a good move, cause in the middle of the reception, as A Phat Storm Starts (for plot convenience, we going with a campy vibe if you couldnt tell), his body is found, it’s awful, there’s a killer on the loose! All the guests gather, and attempt to maybe contact the authorities, to not avail, since The Storm ya know, phone lines are Broken my dude. Its clear that the culprit is among them, since no one could have entered the house, or left it (cuz once again, ThE sTORm). And then it’s all about interrogating each other, distrust, alliances and betrayal, revealing one’s deepest secrets when they form an alibi and revealing someone else’s deepest secret for they could be a motive! Meanwhile there’s a dead body in the mansion just chillin there. 
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So as I mentioned, I changed everyone’s name to be colour related (or ya know, food or flowers of that colour cause sometimes a colour in a language would not work as a name given the way names work in that culture all that jazz) which is the trippiest thing cause tHATS NOT YALLS USUAL NAMES but its fun (also changed so many ages hgfhs it was a trip)(still no one’s really old i guess i got boomerphobia). The “Cast” is clearly the most important part, and if ur a True “My OCs” Connaisseur (hdfghd the most useful skill to have, knowing *MY* Charactersdshgd) you may have recognised some faces and can already read some vibes and predict who will be progressing the plot and who will be yelling at people throwing accusations ghdfgd.
(god i wish i hadnt slacked off making the portraits of everyone in that AU i only have 3 tho that’s so sad so ill just make little sketches just cause <3 only text??? i got too many hoes with no attention span for that)
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Sir BELYY (the one who dIEs lmao)
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(bust shot missing the fact that this man is the tallest beefiest lad around)
Intimidating, powerful, composed, wealthy, carries the name of a family who has generations of control to it’s reputation, he’s The Man that hoes who believe in the economy wishes they were. As in, the “self made” man who only just happened to benefit from having a wealthy background to uplift his plans. In his youth, he wanted to prove his worth, seperated himself from his father, started a business, that business became big, then got attached to the family’s business, bam back to square one but with Reputation now. There seemed to be VERY big tension between him and The Father, some speculate it had to do with his unknown mother, and some family drama there, and it never got resolved as old man Belyy died quite young (the jUICY speculations are that current sir Belyy mURDEREd old man sir Belyy, fucked up if true!). People love him though in general, as he has that reputation of “Cold Lad With a Gold Heart” aka he takes people under his wings, donates, doesnt treat his employees like the absolute worst garbage etc... you know, he’s rich and a half decent person, so obviously he’s an angel on earth. But does it matter though, he’s dead! that’s the concept of the story!  
Mr.GRAY (the grey guest)(who could have guessed from the name)
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He’s one of Sir Belyy’s oldest employees, and benefits from a high rank in the company. But, sadly for him, he’s been stagnating lately, as newer, youngest employees seem to have Belyy’s favours, and are his prefered associates for important tasks and positions. Therefore he has Some Bitterness, Some Salt, Some Distaste, some unbriddled but professionally muted hatred for Specific people in the company. He can be an antagonistic figure, but the amount of time he spent in Belyy’s circle grants him an immense quantity of information about the man, but mostly, about his business. Anything about the company’s history, dealings, operations, he’s aware of, either having been told of them, or having snooped around to obtain, immune to being questioned due to his legitimacy in the company.
Mr.LIM (the green guest)
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Remember when it was said that Gray had beef with some employees cause they were younger and rose to high ranks faster than him and became Belyy’s favourite over him? Yeah well here comes the one he hates the most for that (ofc he’s belyys fave cuz he’s Mine <3) Our lad caught Belyy’s attention for his Exploits in like, em fancy high school tournaments of smart people, it’s a thing its ridiculous, making kids compete on Smart stuff for the pride of their schools n shit, well homie Lim got clout when doing that, and Belyy was extremely interested cause that kid’s main thing was how “this young lad got mad strategic skills tf are u a war general or smth how fancy”, and that’s a coveted skill for ruthless business. So as soon as the kid is an adult, bam, join the company my dude. And because he’s just that Cool n Sexy ofc he met the expectations Belyy had, and old man Belyy got attached cuz it do be such a young lad, a kid, mentally i am adopting. That’s how you get a youngas employee becoming the right hand man of one the phatest CEO in a few years, and even make your way into being a Good Lad on top of a business partner. And that’s how you get Gray to hate your ass too. Now though, fine lad with mad strategic skills, rising to power that fast, and even infiltrating Belyy’s private life? If I were Gray I’d call suspicion there’s surely some shady stuff going no way we’re just dealing with a nice fella who just happens to work good and be friendly to the boss right?
Herra MUSTA (the black “guest”)
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Belyy’s newest butler, assistant, house keeper, he multitasks. His family has been tied to Belyy’s for generations, fullfilling roles of help, but also of confidents. He’s been the head butler since only a short time, after his mother passed, and as such is still “in training” you could say, despite having served the family his whole life. There are rumours going around that the contract tying his family to the Belyys may end on his generation and need to be resigned. He known the manor by heart, and carries all keys to any locked room (and mostly, The Master Key, cause in an old house, some doors may be locked beyond all still existing keys). He also knows secrets of the family that no one else knows, but good luck getting em out of him, he’s under contract not to divulge em bro.
Mr. HASSEL (the brown guest)
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Belyy’s childhood friend. They grew up together, pictured their dreams together, sworn to flourish together, worked together when starting the company, and then Hassel felt he should create his own thing instead of depending on his friend’s existing wealth, and while Belyy’s business went wild, his never took off. They still stayed very close, despite the massive difference in wealth. Belyy considers him his closest friend, the one person he can trust (fucked if hassel did the murder lemme tell u). So of course, he’s still always invited to the Prestigious meet ups where’s he’s free to feel uncomfortably out of place amongst all the rich and powerful people that he could have been a part of had he had a tiny bit of luck and a small loan from a wealthy relative...People LOVE saying he’s still hanging out with Belyy so much to leech off his wealth, cause of course they do! His bestie status means he has a whole different brand of information of Belyy than his butler does, the Most Intimate Stuff, the Childhood Stuff. The Juicy stuff ya kno...But Bro Code, its all secrets...
Sir RUZH (the red “guest”)
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Deep dive into Belyy’s personnal history, the man has many employees working at his house keeping it working, clean, ya know the vibe. They live on the premice, one has a kid who’s just a Joy to be around, all the employees just vibe with that lad, he’s just a born socialite you know? Belyy gets to meet the kid, and also hella vibes with him. And because human are influenced by their feelings, he gives the kid’s mum a bit of a preferencial treatment, in the tasks she fullfils and all, til he gives her an important-as mission, and then there’s an accident n mama dies, and now Belyy got guilt and there’s this kid who just Vibes. So naturally the move is to take the kid in, and play on how his vibes are just so clean, and raise him to be the Perfect Entertainer for guests, bam, its soft power propaganda, if everyone loves your now son’s vibes, they associate them with you too. And also that’s kind of a clean rep, the selfless man who adopted his employee’s son to not have him fall to the streets, how heartwarming. Not at all traumatising for the kid too I bet! But anyway now the lad is just the most charming young adult, mission accomplished. He’s always present at any reception, ready to work his people-pleasing magic, and then going back to a gigantic empty manor to wait for the next and curate the perfect vibes to meet the expectations of dad. On the plus side, he knows everyone, and those who don’t know him cannot wAIT to, he’s just got that aura ya know. People skills for miles, and the insider knowledge that comes with being the son of the CEO, all this hidden behind the personna of the fresh innocent bashful party lad. 
Dr.FEN (the pink guest)
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Do not get mistaken by the title, he’s no doc, he will not diagnose you with anything, he just studied long enough to get the sexy title. Study in what? Haha. Nothing shady. Just toxicology. He’s a world reknown poison expert basically, that’s his main thing. Oh but don’t worry, of course studying substances that may kill people is only for finding out how to cure them from it of course. What brings him in this circle? Simple, Belyy may or may not have started to suffer some weird illness that no doctor has been able to find the source, let alone cure, of. Him and Dr.Fen had met previously on some event, cause some rich man also love flexing how smart they are and attending sciencey shit, and he was contacted as sort of a shot in the dark. The lad does know how to treat some things, maybe he can treat The Mysterious Unwellness, since no traditional doctor was able to. He knows science, he’s trustworthy, bam, you’re hired to work on My Case Exclusively. Thanks to this, Dr.Fen has access to the whole health history of Belyy and his family, to many mANY dangerous substances, and also has The Respect of the hoes at the party. He HAS a doctorate after all. Epitome of knowledge. And he’s a kind to people and he wears pink like dang how can you nOT pour your wHOLE trust in him. 
Sir MOREVITCH (the blue guest)
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Youngest son of an affluent family, who used to be close the the Belyys. The two families fell slightly appart after the death of the previous head of the family on the Belyy side, as they do nOT vibe with the current one (well current, til the first night of the story ig). But, unbeknownst to all, one strong link had been kept, between the youngest of the Morevitch, who dislikes his family and wishes to emancipate himself from them while also assuring his depart will not throw him basically in the streets, and our beloved Sir Belyy, who also dislikes the Morevitches but loves to see the rebellious energy of the young one (and ya know, my enemy’s enemy’s my friend or however you say that). So Belyy’s basically offering tips and helping Morevitch plant himself safely out of his family’s grasp, but it’s all taking quite some time isn’t it, slow and steady is fine until your parents try to arrange a wedding to secure more political power, and suddenly it is all quite urgent that you escape that situation because No Thank You Parents I Do Not Want A Wife I’m Too Young And Also Huh <3 Stuff You Won’t Like Hearing For Sure <3. The people who know they’re working together also know that it’s a big point of argument between them, the difference in vision between “you have to go slow and steady to be safe” and “I have very limited time to get to that safety anyway so I gotta risk it” “hell no you cant i can’t follow through if we’re going that quick that’ll put me at risk and you’re family’s gonna send gunmen to take me down”. A mess, it’d be much quicker to just obtain a few million bucks out of nowhere and bolt for sure...
Mr.GANG (the orange guest)
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Morevitch’s trusted assistant. He hears the concerns, he helps the secret businesses, he lies to the parents about the whereabouts, and mostly, he’s basically a budget spy. The lad got that talent where people just don’t notice him popping behind them and catching all their dirty laundry as they confess it to someone they trust, and he always manages to break into places, get the intel he was looking for, and escape, putting everything back into place as if no one was ever there (wonder where he got all those skills from damn!). But what he’s even better at is being sneaky not only to benefit his boss, but himself as well <3. If he can catch all the info in the world, go any places, nothing’s stopping him from playing double agent and also going behind Morevitch’s back. After all the assistant life isn’t the most glamourous and rewarding, who can blame him from going and using his talents to build his own little exit route, right? Everybody sort of knows he cannot be trusted, but also no one managed to really incriminate or stop him, and as much as he has tea on many people, no has it on him, but bet once found that would be heeeella juicy.
M.MOUTARDE (the yellow guest)(this one is straight up the name of the yellow player in the french edition of clue too when i say its my main vibe)
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Moutarde was an influential celebrity. He had a big break acting in a movie that the whole country stanned so hard they basically turned the script into their national anthem (they would have if it was a true democracy where the people really decide), he was so handsome and elegant, everyone’s dream husband. And then the fame fiddled out because it’s how fame is, one moment you’re the sexiest dish on the table and the next someone brings in dessert and baam, its all about that fresh cake, and no one pays any mind to your delightful aroma anymore, you’ve gone cold, they had a bite, their interest is somewhere else. Belyy really admires his work though, and mostly finds his image fits with the brand of his company, therefore the two are working on a collaboration to make Moutarde a representative. This WOULD boost Moutarde’s reputation, for his ads would be displayed on every imaginable surface of the country, and it would also benefit the company cause being represented by thAT sexy motherfucker? clearly that’s a deal. The freshness of the partnership means Moutarde is a newcomer in the guests, a fresh face, with no reputation, no relationships, no unfair biases against him. He’s just the new handsome charismatic lad with a squeaky clean image. Emphasis on “image”. After all, no one really knows anything of his background, right?
Kun.LAWENDER (the purple guest)
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Private investigator, very useful to be around at a party it’s almost like it was expected there’d be a body to investigate, he’s a very close associate of Belyy, as there’s nothing more important to business than investigating the rivals and finding dirt on them to make them fall through infamy. He’s not exactly the PI who goes look for justice to be served, he’s just here for cash bro. He’s got intel on everyone, and will only let it out if offered the right thing in return (money, or sometimes other pieces of very secret intel, trade is good). Wouldn’t advise letting him and Gang team up tbh but they probably wouldnt, as Lawender is really more of a lone wolf player, going on his own for himself. The one thing that negates his usefulness as a PI on an accidental crime of scene is that even if he knew the whole truth of the event he would not spit it out unless he benefitted from saying it. He sure is a polarising lad, but at the same time, an untouchable one, he’s too knowledgeable to be taken down. Rather than sneaky, he’s extremely observant, noticing the tiniest details and engraving them in his memory, ready to be linked up to other details to deduct the big picture. He’s the upfront tea gathered basically (as opposed to Gang’s shadow tea gathering if you will, they are similar forces but using opposite methods)(also one of em got a licence n the other does not hAH).
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Now the secrets, all of em have them. One of em at least got the secret of having KILLED Belyy that’s that. But that’s to be kept for later (for if i ever use this story for more than daydream material gfhjgh) bet you can imagine what some of em may be just out of Knowing what i do, from having seen the characters in other contexts, or just because you’re a genius and reading the character profiles immediatly lit up the bulbs in your head forming the perfect theory, props to you, mad genius.
Honestly my thoughts are just how lit of a game that would be, you get to pick one hoe (maybe sum are locked til u find their secrets for juicy purposes) and you do your invetigation using your character’s perks and disadvantages, and maybe there could even be Multiple scenarios and outcomes, to spice it up, give replay value, i just think it’d be a game id spend hours on. tryin to get the spicy details of everyone’s life. walking around n digging through a rich man’s stuff, witnessing the drAMA of people fighting cause they’re locked in with a murderer and that’s stressful ngl. That or a long ass show @ netflix wanna give me a show maybe? give me hella budget we’re making it animated cause im too cultured for live action. 
whatever i make of it though, i hope i can make this story Flourish, just so that i can lay down all those secret backstories i’ve written. i want the satisfaction of throwing out the craziest secret drama between character n seeing peeps loose their minds, it just is a tasty experience.
also i gotta say, i plug the hell out of Clue for an inspo but when i was building the basics of the story my mind immediatly went “oH MY GOD THE VIBES,, THE BACKSTABBING AND tEAMING UP and all,,, its The Genius, that one tv show where peeps have to do the wildest games that require strategy n they’re in that fancy set that looks like a rich ppl mansion oh god the vibes” so yeah, i rewatched the whole first two seasons cause they’re my faves and that had an impact if only minimal in the aesthetic.
Anyway hope that quick presentation gave you a lil taste of the story, and maybe,,,, got you curious,,, craving to learn more like you never did before (im exaggerating the only real question we all got is just “so who’s fuckin with whom then how many of yall secretly dating” this the real deal)
#doodlin every lad's face at one rly be like 'welcome to the cheekbone festival'#they got antti AND said at once like the cheekbonage is out of this world!#that's musta n gang btw#also every single time i draw cream (blue lad) im like 'i havent drawn u in ages' n it isnt#that i dont draw him much anymore#but that ive drawn only this bitch for months back in the days#him bein in this without his lover....criminal#cuz his boo wouldnt fit a murder mystery au like#hoes would find the corpse he'd just be like 'welp on that imma go to bed aight bye'#anyway u can tell which of my ocs i simp for v easely#like fr#they the ones i spend the longest drawfigfdj cuz i draw em n then go 'not hot enough do it again'#a struggle!#anyway the secret is that i prepares a motive AND an alibi for all of em#so that i can pick who murdered belyy at the last moment <3#its all abt the contextual clues on the scene of crime <3#none of the drama tells u anything its all for the treat of gossip <3#sad part of this project is how much ive planned n written yet i can barely tell anythin if i want to make it#n ive drawn nothingbhd#i hav a dari n a weiwei in their coloured clothes lookin handsome cuz ofc i do#im predictable i have faves#ask if they're in love in this one too take a fuckin guess#u rly think hoe going to his boss's house so much to see the ceo ???? HAH#the real question isnt if theyre smooshin we all kno that answer the question is if dad white suit knows thATs whats important#are yall secret lovers or is green boy climbing the ladder of the company cuz he's smashing the boss's son#who knows#i do i aint telling pay me
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bestworstcase · 3 years
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So I'm going to ask for a vague, spoiler-free version of this question, but I noticed that Donella, Hugo, and Cryus have tags for Moonless Air. Are they going to relate to an arc just for Varian or relate to the Saporia arc overall. Also will it be fair to assume that Nuru and Yong will have a role too.
there are Some very light spoilers here but i tried to be as vague as possible!
- donella and hugo get involved during what i call the azoth arc (cyrus does not, except insofar as a he works for don, and i could have sworn i didn’t tag him akdkgjsk are you sure?) and the equivalent like... “section” of the story is like peril on the high seas/curses/eye of pincosta. (the plot events of this arc bear NO resemblance to those episodes, but it’s like. s2 and moonless air both roughly follow the following sequence: vardaros -> character growth and lore -> stranded, weird shit happens -> trying to get back on track -> nightmare tree -> house of yesterday’s tomorrow -> final stretch of the journey -> dark kingdom/aphelion. the azoth arc is the trying to get back on track arc. 👍)
- hugo is a year older than varian so. he’s 16ish. he’s also not super important plotwise in moonless air and i will be honest that he’s mostly there because i think donella bringing her horrible bastard of a teenage son along for her part in this is funny aldkfbdldh he has more to do in blooms and sings tho
- unlike hugo for nuru and yong i decided *not* to tether their ages to varian’s (which would make them like. 13 and 9 rn akkfjdjsh) so they’re 16 and 12 a la pure v7k. nuru gets…a very small appearance in moonless air and yong shows up in blooms and sings.
- for moonless air p much nobody gets an arc that is wholly just “theirs,” because they’re traveling together in SUCH close quarters. varian’s stuff with don and hugo is all intertwined with cass’s stuff and rapunzel’s stuff and adira’s stuff and moira’s stuff etc with them. but in terms of like, overarching plot arcs, there’s the Team Corona arc of “we are questing for the moonstone” and the Team Saporia arc of “zhan tiri is causing problems on purpose” and while those are closely interrelated donella and hugo are primarily involved with the Team Corona arc.
- the Team Corona quest is not “follow the rocks to find out what’s at the end,” bc they already know. instead it’s “figure out how to unite the sundrop and moonstone” right from the beginning…which means they need to, to an extent, retrace demanitus’s footsteps and track down the assorted threads of his research. this motivates a lot of the detours that they end up taking. (if they sailed straight from alcorsīa to umbrae, the aphelionese capital where the moonstone is, the zampermin could get them there in approx. 10 weeks—the ship is A LOT faster than traveling by land. but the actual trip stretches out about one year and four months, due to their various detours to gather information/try to figure stuff out + several uh. major unanticipated delays.)
- the Plot Elements of v7k are almost nonexistent in the bitter snow narrative (there’s no…seven trials to create portal to the library) but insTEAD all of the v7k kingdoms—aphelion (dark), azoth (iron), tarazed (air), aberdinon (fire), marne (water), volkan (earth), and obv corona (light)—have A Connection to demanitus, generally in the form of A Structure that he left behind
- the “eternal library” equivalent here is the labyrinth/library built by demanitus in tarazed, mentioned by adira and xavier at the end of benighted; a big old legendary pile of his old work. bitter snow donella, like her pure v7k counterpart, has a History with that place. (so does bitter snow ulla, who unlike her pure v7k counterpart has no bio relationship to varian). that History is what instigates her role in the plot. hugo gets dragged along because he’s her son kfkfjdjsk
- donella and hugo continue to be loosely involved in blooms and sings
- i have (because i have no sense of moderation whatsoever) a handful of ideas/sketches for like… oneshots/short continuation fics set after the end of blooms and sings and a v7k-style team up of varian+hugo+nuru+yong would happen there, albeit under totally different circumstances. but that’s like a LONG way out and definitely not something to expect in moonless air or blooms and sings
- you didn’t ask but while i’m here: i do ship varigo but varigo doesn’t happen in moonless air or blooms and sings; they’re teenagers / i think hugo would have to mature A LOT from how i imagine him being at 16 before varian was even remotely interested in him amfkvjdbfkvhd. see previous note re: horrible bastard teen hugo lmao
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emybain · 5 years
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After Archenemies Part 4/?
ngl I had trouble writing this part. It’s not my favorite piece, but I think it’s necessary for the continuation and flow of the story. I like it to an extent, let’s say that. im just not the biggest fan bc there’s no action lmao. anyways, enjoy!
here’s part 1, here’s part 2, and here’s part 3
Adrian couldn't tear his eyes from the screen. They were glued on the picture of the younger Nova, a happier Nova.
���No,” he murmured. “That...that can’t be Nova. Her last name is McLain. She was taken in by her uncle. She’s...she’s not missing.” He forced himself to let go of the computer mouse. Ruby turned her gaze to him, Oscar too. Their looks were sad, filled with the same disbelief as Adrian.
Ruby reached out for Adrian’s arm, but he pulled back. “Adrian…maybe there’s an explanation and we’re just jumping to conclusions, but that,” she waved her hand at the computer screen, ”is Nova.”
Adrian knew she was right. Everything lined up. Nova lost her family to a hitman when she was six, she had had a baby sister named Evie, and the girl in the photo was undeniably her.
“Maybe Nova was kidnapped by the man she thinks is her uncle,” Oscar mused. Adrian could tell he was trying to brighten the darkened moods of the three of them. “Forced to change her last name. That would explain why we’ve never met her uncle.”
Ruby shot Oscar a look. “Well, that is an explanation, but not a very good one.”
“Just trying to help.” Oscar raised his arms in defense. After a moment, he said “What should we do? Talk to the Council?”
“No,” Adrian said before thinking twice. He felt himself blush. “I mean...not yet. We don’t know too much about any of this. They wouldn’t do anything about it. I think...I think we need to   keep doing research. For all we know, it could be a fault in the system.”
“And then?” Ruby raised an eyebrow.
Adrian took a shaky breath. “And then we talk to Nova about it.”
Oscar and Ruby exchanged glances, and Adrian was reminded of his dads and how they would give one another similar looks. They didn’t say anything, much to Adrian’s relief. He returned to his chair, his hand shaky as he reached for his mouse.
   They stayed in the library for another two hours, collecting information about what they knew about Nightmare. Adrian refused to think about Nova and what they had learned about her past. The picture of her and her sister still haunted his mind, making it hard to focus. He was able to make a list of places Nightmare was spotted at most. The majority were dated back to months ago, before she became a real threat. They were mostly hardware and convenience stores that she robbed. Adrian made a mental note to ask the store owners what she would often steal.
   When the librarian walked by for the umpteenth time, she ushered them out, insisting that they do something more fun than research since they had been there for so long.
   “Anyone up for a smoothie or something?” Oscar offered as the three of them walked down the hall, each holding notes of information. Adrian shook his head, shouldering the backpack he had brought with him.
   “You guys go ahead. I think I’m going to head home.”
   “You sure?” Oscar shot Adrian a worried look. “You going to be okay?”
   Adrian pressed a smile to his face. “Yeah. I think I need some rest, though. With everything going on lately..” he trailed off, and his friends nodded in understanding. They said their goodbyes, and Adrian watched them go. It would be good for the two of them to get some alone time, anyways. Adrian had a mission of his own.
   On his way out of HQ, Adrian peeked into Max’s quarantine. He could make out the hospital bed and the lump of blankets. In the lobby, prodigies were rebuilding and fixing the damage done by Nightmare’s fight with Frostbite’s team. Their work was faster than a normal person’s, but there was a lot of damage, and only so many prodigies with powers fit for reconstruction.
   Cold air blew at his face as he stepped outside. The weather was changing fast this year. A shame, really. Adrian liked summer the most out of all the seasons. He walked past a group of tourists that gasped when they saw him. He heard the click of a camera and ignored it.
   He immediately thought of Nova, despite trying not to, and how she had said people would be better off without the Renegades. How they either idolized or hated prodigies. Adrian remembered all the times he had come across Renegade merchandise. They were celebrities, whether they wanted to admit it or not. He shoved the thought away and pulled his jacket closer around himself.
   It was a long walk to his destination. Adrian wondered how Nova managed to do it daily, multiple times a day. He thought of all the times she had been late and had to run. Adrian shook his head. That girl never ceased to amaze him.
   Adrian didn’t know why he was going to Nova’s, especially considering the mental state he was currently in, and the fact that she told him not to stop by. He pictured the look on her face when he showed up unannounced. It wouldn’t be pretty, either. She hated surprises, after all. Maybe it would be best to text her…
   No, her uncle took away her electronics. Maybe if Adrian brought something for her and explained the situation to her uncle.
   Adrian stopped in his tracks on the sidewalk. He was walking through a small park near Nova’s neighborhood. There was a bench nearby. The park was mostly empty, so Adrian claimed the bench. He took off his backpack and set it beside him, pulling out his sketchpad and a pencil. He flipped to the most recent page. It was filled with sketches and dimensions of a ring he had drawn for Nova. he had been working on it in small bursts, especially on nights when he couldn't find sleep, which was more often than not in recent days. He had crossed out design after design, growing frustrated at the difficulty of designing  jewelry. Finally, the other night, he had come up with a design that was simple yet charming. It was a plain band with a white stone in the center, small but stately. A ring, he had come to realize, was an odd gift, but he had found resources online stating how much all girls loved rings. He disliked generalizing Nova with thousands of other girls, but the explanation he found was interesting: rings held significant meaning when given as a gift from someone the wearer cares about. Adrian had been wanting to give Nova something meaningful in the past few weeks to show how serious he was about her, but had struggled with finding something she would like. He had planned on giving it to her later, but maybe if he gave it to her now, it would brighten her mood, and give him an excuse to see her. He pulled the ring from the paper and quickly sketched a jewelry box for it. He pursed his lips, then, as an afterthought, also drew a Peony. With the ring now safe in the box and the flower clutched in his other hand, Adrian set off for Nova’s house again.
   When he reached Nova’s street, Adrian’s hands grew clammy. When her house came into sight, he gulped. He remembered the last time he had showed up unannounced at Nova’s door. He remembered how he had cried into her stomach about Max. How she had held him. How he had stayed there for what seemed to be hours until she walked him home. How she had bid him goodnight for the second time before walking herself home. How he had watched her go until she was gone, not wanting her to leave him.
   Adrian walked up the sidewalk to her front door, stepping over the overgrown grass that grew between the cracked concrete. From inside the house, he could hear voices, two to be exact. It was a man and a woman, and the woman sounded like she was crying. Adrian lowered the fist that was about to knock. His insides grew cold. What if he was at the wrong house? But no. One look at his map on his wristband told him he was at the right place. And Adrian remembered the way her house looked, as it was one of the only better kept looking houses of the street, although not by much.
   He straightened when he heard Nova’s voice, too muffled for Adrian to understand what she was saying. Feeling awkward, Adrian knocked hesitantly on the door twice. The voices inside dropped, and Adrian heard movement. A few moments later, the door clicked and swung open, revealing Nova dressed in sweatpants and a loose tank top with holes along the seams. She wore no shoes on her feet, just a pair of old socks that didn’t match. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were bloodshot. Despite not needing to sleep, she looked exhausted. She blinked at Adrian, as if she couldn’t tell if he was real or not.
   Adrian had the absurd thought that she looked beautiful.
   “What the hell are you doing here?” she hissed after getting over her shock, shooting a quick glance over her shoulder and pushing Adrian back so she could step out onto the porch and close the door behind her.
   Adrian cleared his throat, although no words came out. He stared down at Nova, whose  expression had quickly changed to an angry one. “I...I um..I just wanted to give you something,” he finally got out, cheeks burning. “I know you told me not to stop by, but..” Unsure of what to do, Adrian held out the jewelry box and Peony. Nova looked down in surprise, mouth opening in a small ‘o’. Her face softened.
   She took the box with two fingers and looked back up at Adrian. “Do you…” she licked her lips, drawing his attention to them. “Do you want me to open it now?”
   Adrian scratched the back of his neck, eyes staring a hole into the ground. “Um...sure. If you want, that is. I don’t want to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to because-”
   “Okay, I’ll open it.” Nova reached out her free hand to nudge Adrian’s chin. When he met her eyes again, they were a bit brighter than before. Some color had returned to her face. Adrian watched her open the box, bit his cheek as her mouth fell open again.
   “Adrian...this is…”
   “I wanted to get you a gift,” Adrian explained. His throat had gone dry. “For um...to prove that my feelings for you are very, very real. And they’ve only grown more in the past few weeks. I guess this is also a thank you gift for being there for me through this whole Nightmare and Max stuff? If you don’t like it, I understand, it’s just-”
   Nova interrupted him again by silencing him with her lips. She reached behind his neck and pulled him down to her height. He dropped the Peony and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. She gasped, and the heat from her lips drove him crazy. He pushed her back until she was against the door, bathing in her touch and taste and scent as they kissed. He reached up and curled his hand in her hair. She responded with the softest moan, pushing closer to him.
   A photo of a younger Nova holding an infant flashed through his head, and his eyes shot open. Nova continued to kiss him, and he responded, half-distracted. He forced his eyes closed again, forced himself to enjoy being so close to Nova. He kissed her harder, and she breathed his name against his lips, sending a shiver up his arms. He didn’t want to think about what Ruby had showed him earlier that day. Maybe he was making a mistake, but he wanted to believe that it was all a big misunderstanding, and that Nova was who she said she was. He wanted to believe that he was falling for someone that wasn’t keeping secrets. He told himself he would figure it out, but not now. Not when he had started to climb over the walls of Nova’s heart, or so he believed.
He could go on kissing her forever. All of their kisses were more amazing than the last. But eventually, they had to pull apart for air, much to his dismay.
   “I love it,” Nova murmured, pressing a shaky peck to the corner of his mouth. “Thank you, Adrian. I...no one has ever given me a gift like this.”
   “I thought you would need something to cheer you up.” Adrian cupped her cheek, and when they kissed again, it was much more gentle and relaxed. Adrian allowed himself to just hold her in that moment, savoring every soft caress of her lips against his.
   A large bang followed by a crash came from inside, causing Nova to pull back and squirm out of Adrian’s arms. She looked back at the door, anger and conflict spread across her features. She turned back to Adrian, and the look softened.
   “You should go.” She started to push him gently off the porch, although Adrian refused to move.
   “Is everything alright in there?” He looked at the closed door. A movement caught his eye, and he tore his eyes to one of the windows just in time to see a curtain close and a flash of gold.
   “Um...yeah!” Nova shook her head, but Adrian wasn’t convinced. He thought back to the crying voice he had heard before. “My uncle has a um….a client over. One of his new ideas.” She laughed nervously and tried to push Adrian back again.
   “I thought he didn’t let people over when you’re sick.” Adrian raised a suspicious eyebrow.
   “Well...yeah.” Nova bit her lip. “My friends. He can have guests over as long as I stay up in my room.” That didn’t explain why Adrian had heard her voice prior to him knocking on the door. He shook his head. Surely there was a reasonable explanation, but clearly Nova didn’t want to share it with him for whatever reason.
   “Um...okay then. Can I at least ask how you’re feeling?” He crossed his arms.
   Nova shot him a reassuring smile and pushed him again. This time, he allowed for her to lead him off the porch and onto the sidewalk. “Better because of you.” She reached up and kissed his cheek quickly. “Now, please leave if you want to live.” Her voice was light, but Adrian had an unnerving feeling that she wasn’t lying.
   She turned to go back inside; Adrian grabbed her hand, swiveling her back to face him.
   “Adrian, I’m serious,” she said, and he could tell from her tone that she meant it. “You need to leave.”
   “I know, but…” He stumbled over his words then, forcing out what he had been wanting to say for weeks now. “Wiyoubemgirfriend?”
   She blinked. “What?”
   Adrian took a shaky breath. His cheeks were on fire. “Will you be my girlfriend?” he got out slowly.
   Nova’s cheeks brightened, and not from being sick. “Oh, um...was I not before?”
   Adrian cracked a smile, shoulders relaxing slightly. “I just...wanted to ask. Officially. While I’m here.”
   He didn’t get an answer immediately, which sent him into a panic again. His palm in her hand felt sweaty. He resisted the urge to pull back and wipe it on his jeans.
   “Yeah,” she murmured, then stated louder, “Yeah. Um...totally.” She nodded and smiled genuinely up at him, and he returned it.
   “Great. Awesome.” He leaned down and gave her one last kiss. “Get some rest,” he told her, which she responded with an eye roll and a snort. “I’m serious. Now get inside.”
   “Bye, Adrian.” Nova squeezed his hand and let it go. “And thank you...for the um...the ring. I really do love it.”
   Adrian waited until she was inside the house and he heard the clicking of a lock before turning and making his way home.
   His communicator band buzzed. Odd, he didn’t think his team had anything going on.
   It was from Simon.
   Need you home right away.
   Adrian froze on the sidewalk. He never, never got texts from either of his dads, as it was an unprofessional use of the issued communicator bands.
   Adrian sprinted home.
   Nova closed the door behind her and leaned back, holding her head in her hands. Yeah? Totally? Great skies, she sounded like some lovestruck teenager.
   Which she was not.
   Adrian Everhart was her enemy, and while she admitted to being more than just attracted to him, she had been trying to kill her feelings over the last few weeks. With Ace in the hands of the Renegades, it was dangerous to like Adrian Everhart. No, she had to stop her feelings for him, no matter how much it hurt.
   She thought she had been doing good until he decided to show up unannounced and kiss her.
   Well, she kissed him, technically, but it was his fault. He made her do it.
   And Nova would not think about how it felt to be pinned between him and the door while he held her as if she were all that mattered in the world to him. She would not think about how he kissed her, and how much it made her insides turn to jelly.
   She looked down at the ring that she had put on her middle finger, on the same hand as the bracelet from her dad. She let the jewelry box fall to the ground as she admired it. Honey’s words floated through her head then.
   “They can offer you notoriety and a fancy pair of boots. They might even give you pretty gems like that bauble on your wrist.”
   “What did your little boyfriend want?” Nova looked up to see Leroy walking into the room from the kitchen. Honey followed behind him, and there was a smug look covering the tear streaks on her face. She had been crying over Ace before Adrian knocked on the door, as she tended to do multiple times a week.
   Nova blushed. “He’s not-” but she stopped herself, Because he was, at least technically. She agreed to make their relationship official, at least in the eyes of the Renegades and the public.
   “Looks like I taught you well.” Honey sat down on the torn and rat-chewed couch in the living room. She curled a finger around her golden locks, shooting Nova a coy look. “You two had me weak in the knees. You looked like two lovers on a soap opera. It really is a shame he’s a Renegade.” She sighed. “At least you can have some fun with him, right?” At Nova’s appalled expression, she cackled. “Young love,” Honey teased with a roll of her eyes.
   “You-you were...watching us?” Nova felt violated, disgusted. Not that her relationship with Adrian was real, so anything they did wasn’t genuine. What did it matter that Honey and Leroy had seen her rather hand-fanning-face short make out session with her fake boyfriend while she was in sweats?
   “Well someone had to pull you apart.” Honey examined her nails, sniffling from her previous breakdown. Nova thought of the crash from before that made her and Adrian jump apart.
   “That was you?” Nova crossed her arms. She was a little peeved at Honey. First watching them, and then being the cause for them to stop kissing.
   “Enough, Honey Harper,” Leroy said sternly. Nova was about to thank him until he continued. “Let’s just hope Insomnia didn’t get her Renegade sick with that cold of hers.” He cracked a wry smile, and Honey burst into giggles.
   Nova pushed past them. “If neither of you are going to take this seriously, then I’m going to grab my stuff and go to HQ.”
   “Take what seriously, sweetie pie?” Honey gasped, unable to stop her laughter. “Your love life?”
   Nova stopped at the staircase and turned back around to face them. There was amusement on both their faces. The hard set of Nova’s jaw loosened. It had been so long since she had seen them give a genuine smile. Not since Ace was captured. She took a deep breath and released it.
   “Ace,” Nova said quietly. “Remember what we were talking about before A-the Renegade showed up?”
   Honey stopped laughing. She wiped at her face, as if remembering she still had dried tears sticking to her cheeks.
   “Yes, you’re right.” Leroy took a seat next to Honey, taking his time to get settled. Nova realized as she watched him how his age was catching up to him. He and Honey both, although Honey was more discreet about it. Still, Nova had noticed how Honey took her time getting to bed every night. Nova noticed the way Honey winced when lying down.
   The Anarchists were weakening. Their numbers were small, allies were short, and bodies weren’t the same as they were a decade before. All except Nova, who was young and energetic.
    They needed to act quickly.
   “We know he’s in Cragmoor, so there’s a very low chance we would even be able to get past the security. Not even my chemicals could get us very far.” Nova nodded her head at Leroy. They had established that already. Breaking into the prison that held prodigy criminals was a death sentence. They would only succeed in wiping out their numbers completely.
   An idea popped into Nova’s head. Something Adrian had said the last time he was at her house. The night of the gala. After Max…
   “What about when they make a public event out of neutralizing him? When he’s back in the city?” Nova asked. She didn’t want to think about Max. Not when he was still sitting in a hospital bed because of her.
   “That’s risky, Nova,” Leroy warned.
   Nova sighed. “I know, but what if-”
   “Don’t you remember the parade?” Honey snapped, standing up quickly. Fresh tears had brewed in her eyes and were threatening to fall. “You didn’t succeed then.”
Nova took a step back. She had lived with Honey long enough to know when to back off.
“Well, Winston didn’t exactly help,” she muttered.
“You still missed your target, Winston being there or not.” Honey crossed her arms. Nova mirrored the older woman.
“I could go to the event as Nightmare. Hide in the shadows. I could shoot Captain Chromium with an Agent N dart.”
“Nova, that would only reveal your position,” Leroy pointed out.
“Can I finish?” Nova narrowed her eyes at them. When neither spoke, she nodded. “Thank you.
“As I was saying, I could shoot the Captain. Everyone would go into a panic, whether I hit him or not. While everyone’s distracted, you two and Phobia can help Ace escape, and I can throw a few Agent N bombs into the crowd. Get rid of some Renegades.” The last bit made Nova’s stomach queasy, but what choice did she have? The Renegades were the enemy. They had created Agent N. It would be ironic to lose their powers to their own weapon, just like Frostbite’s team.
“That’s a lot of assuming.” Leroy stroked his chin thoughtfully. “And a lot of open holes for things to go wrong.”
“But what choice do we have, Leroy?” Nova leaned against the stair rail. “We can’t just let Ace rot away.”
Leroy sat in silence for a moment. Then, he got up suddenly and made his way to the kitchen. He waved for Nova to follow him.
“I’ve been studying his helmet.” Leroy explained when both Nova and Honey were in the room. He went to one of the cabinets and opened it. Inside, covered with fabric, was Ace’s helmet. “Back in the Age of Anarchy, Ace never let anyone touch his helmet.” He set it on the countertop. “I had always been curious of its elements and what made it so...special.”
Nova examined the helmet. It looked the same as it did the night when she had stolen it from headquarters. Her bracelet vibrated at her wrist, and she brought it up. It pulled towards the helmet.
Leroy hummed. “Very interesting. David’s pieces always worked in mysterious ways.”
Nova tugged her wrist back down, ignoring the buzz of energy from the bracelet. “What do you mean?”
“The helmet,” Leroy explained, “has special powers. When your father made it, he used metals that would enhance the wearer’s powers. Make them stronger. It explains why Ace could do what no telekinetic prodigy could do before him.”
“That doesn’t explain the bracelet.” Although Nova had an idea, and she didn’t like it.
“Your bracelet appears to be made of the same material.” Leroy took a step towards her and held out his hand. “May I see it?”
Hesitantly, Nova slipped off her bracelet and handed it to Leroy, who took it over to his microscope sitting among his temporary mess of a laboratory. It only took a moment of examining for him to nod and hand the bracelet back to Nova. She put it back around her wrist, feeling comfort in its presence.
“Just as I suspected.” Leroy sat in one of the kitchen chairs, sighing. “Although I can’t figure out that gem. What was it you said about it?”
Nova shrugged. “Some Renegade said it was worth a lot, but she’s a thief anyways. Anything to her is valuable.”
Honey tittered. “A thieving Renegade? How interesting.”
Leroy nodded. “Quite. If the Renegades aren’t as good as they make themselves out to be, I bet we could draw some over to our side.”
Nova thought of little Magpie, angry but still so young. She wasn’t much younger when she was taken in by Ace. By the time she had reached Magpie’s age, she had been robbed of a proper childhood, already exposed to the cruel world and bitter because of the unfairness of it all. She wouldn’t wish that life upon anyone, even on an unhappy Renegade such as Magpie who was forced to become a Renegade just as much as Nova was forced to become an Anarchist. “She’s just a child,” Nova explained. “Highly unlikely to persuade her when she hardly knows what persuasion is.”
“But if there’s one, there’s many, little Nightmare.” Honey rubbed her hands together. A bumblebee buzzed around her hair lazily.
“Back to the helmet.” Leroy cleared his throat, drawing their attention to him. “Your bracelet holds the same properties as it. Now, because it is much, much smaller, it only enhances your power a bit. Not near as much as the helmet would give.”
“So what are you suggesting, Leroy?”
Leroy held the helmet in one hand, weighing it in his palm. “I’m suggesting, little Insomnia, that you use it.”
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eternalfrowning · 5 years
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i love your art so much!!! thank you so much for your practice tips! really helps so much. if you don't mind me asking, do you have any tips of now to get started with the figure? as to what to look for to draw first? i've done so many figure studies and yet my forms still turn out kind of deformed if i try to draw fast :( i have to spent quite some time to get it to look "presentable"
For your question.. mmh… I don’t really know how to reply ;; I think there isn’t a wrong way to begin your drawings. The purpose of the figure is to have the ‘essence’ of the movement i’d say ? So you can begin with the movement in mind, take your time to watch the thing you want to draw if you work with references, scan it, notice the important things to you (how the head is a bit on the side, how the feet touch the ground, how light/strong/etc is the movement, things that make you “ouh yeah im drawing that”) ; also, you don’t have to control your hand too much, let it move with a bit of ‘freedom’; after some time you’ll develop a better sense at this, and you’ll work faster and with more accuracy! Most of the time i begin with the movement of the shoulder, then arms, then ribs.; mmh idk.. i’m really not a ‘precise’ person, i just follow my heart lmao ; but you know, if your figures are a bit deformed, it’s not necessarly a bad thing, maybe stretch the figures even more, have fun with the movement! If you think the proportions aren’t good, you can read more theory about this (like, for the length of things etc: the tip of the hand is mid-thigh, elbow is around the waist, the tip of the ear is aligned with the eyes, some little things that can guide you when you draw, that can give you more simple indications about where to put this or that, so you won’t feel too lost, and you will notice faster where you messed up if you feel something feels off in your drawing)  Also, your figures don’t have to look presentable ! among the sketches i’ve posted, some were deleted from my files because they didn’t look interesting imo, or i re-did a pose because i felt i didn’t catch the movement as i wanted ! (but i don’t try too hard when it happens, i try to do them fast and if im not happy then nyum next sketch bye) Don’t be too hard on yourself (im very serious saying that, if these thoughts arent helping you in your art and just sadden you, ignore them, take a break, and trust yourself. We all do drawings we’re not proud of. that’s part of the journey, it’s okay! maybe it’s off topic and maybe i’m always saying the same thing, but, I say that for everyone reading this and you anon and for the me of the past and i will say it again and again) Also, if you have trouble to draw for example the shoulder, then take a very close look at it, look at the bones, look at yourself in the mirror, the muscles, draw thousands of them; with time, it will be so much easier for you to draw them fast and cool and everything. You’re getting better with every drawings, especially with the ones that you think are not good. Even if you ‘fail’ to draw this, or that, you’re more prepared for the next time you’ll be drawing it, you’re always questionning yourself, trying, and that’s wonderful, i think.
Sorry im rambling as always but you were maybe expecting it from me no surprise here i guess ahhh h
sorry if i made mistakes / typos! or if i misunderstood your question, i hope you can still find some infos or idk djlsghjks
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soft-butch-cassidy · 5 years
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I was wondering if you had anything else written about cayde and rylaask that you felt up to sharing? because I’ve fallen (haha) so deep and I’ve just been thinking about the tidbits you’ve previously shared all day.
ohh man i,,, have a little bit? i have the scene where they meet, and then like one or two more where cayde’s helping her heal after the fight with the hive and getting to know her and befriend her. and then i skipped ahead to write smut for them sdfkljsdafkl but i do wanna write more with them!! here’s a lil snippet from a scene where cayde asks to draw her! (hopefully the cut works lmao)
He chuckled and twirled his pencil between his fingers. “Hey, Ry.”
She hummed and blinked at him.
“Can I draw you?” he asked.
Rylaask chirped. “Eia. Really?”
“Mhm. Never tried drawing the Eliksni before. You don’t have to do anything, just sit still.”
She settled a little more comfortably. “Okay,” she agreed.
Cayde shifted to face her, sitting cross-legged and flipping to a fresh page. He took a moment to examine her as she looked up at the tree branches above them.
Even with her ten or so feet of height, her broad shoulders, the muscles under her keratin exoskeleton, the vicious scars and still-healing wounds, she didn’t really seem… intimidating, like this. Sprawled out as she was, wearing patched-up clothes instead of armor, it was kind of… just… normal, almost. She didn’t look like the deadly soldier he knew she was. She had the sleeves rolled up on all her arms--she liked the way the grass felt against the edges of her exoskeleton, she had said. Her remaining eyes were half-lidded in contentment, her chest rising and falling evenly, shallower than a human’s breathing and hissing a little through her rebreather.
After a very long silence, she glanced over with a curious chirp. “Okay?” she asked.
Cayde blinked. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, sorry, kinda getting a feel for it,” he said. His fans were a little faster. Why was he self conscious about it?
Rylaask moved her head back. “Take time,” she murmured. “Might sleep… nice, here. Warm.”
Cayde chuckled. “Go ahead,” he said. “Nothin’ like a nap on a warm, sunny afternoon.”
She hummed in agreement, her eyes closing.
Cayde’s pencil scratched softly as he started sketching. There were long pauses as he looked back up at her, examining the shapes of her plating, the angles of her limbs, the curves of her…
Cayde’s pencil fell into the dirt and he cursed as he scrambled for it.
Rylaask looked over again.
“You’re fine,” Cayde said quickly.
She chittered a soft laugh. “You’re funny,” she told him before settling back.
Her silhouette was all but burned into his optics.
She did fall asleep as he drew her, but even in her sleep she didn’t really move. He took his time, but there was something he felt bad about the longer he looked at her.
He realized, of course, real fast, what it was, but he stamped that out.
Stupid. Really stupid. He’d known her all of a week.
For Sky’s sake, she was a damn alien!
He made himself get lost in the scratch of his pencil, the careful lines across the page, darkening shadows, exploring the shapes that he could picture in her form. Long, rounded shapes, which kind of surprised him a little. He hadn’t taken much time to look at the shapes of the Fallen. The Hive were more square, and so were the Vex, but Eliksni and humans had softer silhouettes, rounded edges.
Not too different, indeed.
Cayde could almost feel the sun’s rays moving, slanting. An hour, at least, as he finished a few rough sketches and one more detailed drawing, and started another, closer on her face, detailing the shapes of her plating and the edges of scars and the way her rebreather fit against her mandibles.
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haeroniel-doliet · 2 years
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Turns out its a helluva mess when i start messing beyond flat colors!! Might be a sign to not do so much again (but yet .. practice to get to where im one day happy??)
Like ive done as much as i know how to do at this point in time to the portraits (still gratuitously bloody shame on me :') ) oh except for a background bc WHAT does one DO for a character shoulders up portrait background??? Settled for now on a gradient old school photo style lmao
I like the fix it one as is, a lot (but also i liked the lineart for the portraits better i think) and idk, imngonna try give it a light bit of shadows and lights, maybe step away from a lot of blending bc i think i think thats where i went wrong on the other one
Like, they look fine, but they also look. Meh. Like ive used too much blur tool (i havent, i tried using kritas wet brush thing and it looks....ok close up but the effect is no good when zoomed out like posting size APPARENTLY) and its all noncommittally washy.
(cont'd over thinking)
Am i gonna 'render' them a third time??? Do i have the mental strength?? Bc i think maybe trying for something not so, "realistic" could do me better, like a little more cell shady. But also i dont?? I dont know how to cell shade? I dont watch anime or cartoons v much and my style isnt that cartoony or clean lined?
Maybe on the fix it i can try a more....... Conservative and less blended shade/highlights? (And if i like it/learn smth new go back and re re do the portraits same style) I also just. Idk. How does one make it not look so. Flat and meh?? Im doing basic color stuff ok i think, ive got a bit of texture but its still? Eh???
Honestly i could just post them and move on but i dunno, i have the energy to problem solve a lil bit so why not?? (Not tonight. Im gonna sleep on this all)
Why post shit im not 100% proud of? (Ngl kinda been in the mood to take down that first sketch of the fix it bc it looks nowhere near as good as what i fixed it up to but ....... Ah fuck it i was happy w it when i did it so eh)
Why why why oh why is art so hard?????????
I wanna try and become one of those cool artists who post multiple fun things yknow, like u get inspired and can draw it beginning to post in one evening! Im probably way over thinking and pushing myself to some standard of unrealistic perfection i have for myself...
(also i like thumbnail doodled out like, all these things i wanna draw for a really nice fic i read and even after editing some i have like 8 bits i wanna draw?? 4 as like a mini comic bc i havent done one since i was a child and i think itd be kinda rad if i learned to draw short comics for fic scenes i like??? But yeah basically in one inktober post there would only be 5 ideas (a lil more complicated on average i do give for granted but like. Those took me WEEKS) but yeah i just. I wanna draw them. Even if itll probably take me for fuckin ever... (And i didnt even finish off the last two inktober batches, oh. And i have a uni thesis to do ew) .... I wanna push myself to draw faster (less iterations to get it right) and so i can have rly solid and good and quickly done drawings to then color in as i learn to for future?)
Ugh man. You know what i need to do/shouldve been doing before i jumped into coloring original stuff?? I shouldve done colored studies. Like ive been drawing scenes both from reference and original on the inktobers and i think thats why my drawing/character stuff has gotten decent. I really should just whip out like prettily colored movie screencaps and work on painting studies of them. That would really fix up why i cant figure out lights and shadows and blending in coloring! No horrid tutorials just figuring out how can i make it work for me
And you know? You know what it is okay to have pieces that are from before i figured it out right? Im gonna try a slightly different thing for the fix its (if i hate it, theyre good as flat colors too) and yes they dont have a background either please love of god someone tell me how to add random backgrounds bc im not in the mood of scene building further but they float in off white space atm.
If i learn smth ground breaking and can QUICKLY do a bette rendition of the portraits, sure the perfectionist wins. But maybe just maybe. It would be fine to post them as they are. Yea, they look roughly as lifeless as my first big painting/that dinluke poster redraw. And maybe thats okay. Because hi if i do dedicate to doing like a good few color focused studies of star wars scenes as a treat i can come back stronger and have a better piece???? Its about growth babes. YEA
Alright i said to myself thats it in gonna go sleep on it and continue tomorro but. I thought id slip in here a secret surprise for anyone unfortunate enough to have clicked read more... And i got a little whiplash opening the picture bc it looks. SO WRONG but the more you look at it its like ... Fine. Ok judge for urself and tell me pls, first and second attempts at 'rendering' the portraits (the darker bground was the first attempt just going by gut, the lighter one after trying to watch like 1 tutorial and using more brushes and just generally trying rly hard!!)
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yes ive clearly fixed issues in the sketch differently in both so they... look... like different expressions?? idk man idk idk idk see now this small they look differently off!! god the curse of the zoom in and out and perception.
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notsoguiltykpop · 6 years
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FIRST LEMMA SAY hot cocoa is so cute!! and the latest to the tenth floor OMMFMFgbut anyways a while ago i said you inspired me to get back in writing but do you have any tips? i find that i write like, three sentences an hour >_
I’m so happy you liked it!! I honestly don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to writing, but I can definitely try to give you some tips I’ve found work for me! 
My number one rule for myself is to try not to edit while I type. Nothing slows me down more than trying to fix mistakes as I go. Don’t worry about how stuff is spelled or even basic grammar to begin with, just focus on getting your thoughts down. When I’m struggling to keep going and keep changing my mind about how/what I’m writing, I turn off spell check and grammarly so the red underlined words don’t distract me. Alternatively, I grab a notebook and pen so I can’t keep re-wording and just write (unrelated, but I also do this with timed essays in college because I have to work with what I’ve already written, and then I edit while I transfer it from paper to a word document.).
If what you’re working on isn’t going the way you want, don’t feel bad about setting it aside. Sometimes the words just aren’t flowing for a story, and that’s normal. Admin Bread recently reminded me that Jordan Peele stopped writing “Get Out” more than twenty times. While I don’t recommend quitting, I do think it can be really helpful to work on something else if you get stuck on a part. I write snippets of a nameless couple’s life when I feel like writing but none of the stories I want to work on are going quite right. Sometimes even just typing out how I feel helps to get the words flowing!
I never time myself, per se. Years ago, back when I first tried NaNoWriMo, all my friends told me that the best way to write fast was to set a timer and write as many words as possible. This never worked for me–I ended up with random words that usually didn’t even relate to what I was originally trying to say. This doesn’t mean it won’t work for you, only that if it doesn’t, that’s okay too! Instead, I like to set aside designated time to write. Like I’ll look at the time and say “I’m going to focus on writing for the next hour,” put my phone on silent, and close the other tabs on my computer. I take breaks, but they’re usually to make more tea/coffee or stretch, avoiding looking at apps/notifications so I don’t get distracted. 
If I’m at a loss for ideas of what to write next, there are a number of things I do! Prompt blogs are a great place to start–I recently discovered @hellsdemonictrinity and highly recommend checking them out!
Most of my series ideas come from asking myself strange questions, and answering them with illogical answers that are way too detailed. For instance, I have this one Hoseok wip that all started because I was looking at laundry lines and asked my sister “Okay but what if you hang up your laundry and your neighbor just keeps stealing your socks?? Only the left one’s, of course. What would you do? Leave notes in them asking them politely to cut it out?” She told me to shut up, but I just kept on until I had this whole story about neighbors stealing socks and starting a passive-aggressive note-leaving war that eventually leads to romance lmao. Anyway my point is, asking yourself questions can help with the creative process. If I’m in the middle of something and get stuck, asking “why is she feeling this way?” Or “what if he secretly loves elephant plushies?” can lead to some fun answers that get me going again.
Story planners are also really helpful for me! I get terribly sidetracked lol (one minute I’m writing about JK the race-car driver, the next I’m off on some tangent about Jimin the adorable cop whose best friend is a drug dealer rip I get so off topic), and knowing exactly where I’m trying to go with something helps with that! When I find myself just staring blankly at the page like “where am I supposed to go from here?” or just can’t get the words out, I can look back at it and see a clear path of what happens next. There are some great apps out there for free to help with this, but I usually just grab a piece of paper and sketch out a basic outline of the main points.
I keep a notebook with me at all times to jot down ideas or funny phrases as they come to me, so when I’m writing slow I can look back at them. 
I do try to write every day, but not always for stories. Recently I’ve been emailing colleges constantly and working on transfer essays which have taken up most of my writing time. 
And of course, don’t pressure yourself. Writing can be therapeutic and relaxing, but if you get too caught up in “I have to finish this chapter today” or “I need to write 2k words every day” it gets stressful and the fun drains right out of it. I find that I’m much more productive when I simply write what I feel like when I feel like it rather than give myself unnecessary deadlines.
I am not a professional, and have so much more to learn, but I hope some of these helped! Sorry it’s so long, I was trying to think of as much as possible that I do that might answer your questions. Every writer is different, and it’s really a matter of trial and error to figure out what works for you. If there’s anything else I can help with please feel free to ask!
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