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homeofthelonelywriter · 4 months

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I got you | Pt. 1

(A/N) Okay...for this one, I beg of you, do look at the warnings. It's a heavy one with a lot of possible triggers.

Pairing: Simon x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: lots of angst, death of a loved one, PTSD, civil war, flashbacks, injuries, description of death

Synopsis: During the briefing for a mission, the Reader gets triggered and Simon takes care of her.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“Okay…now that everyone is here, we can begin with the briefing.”

Price got up from his seat at the head of the table and started to pace before the screen, which displayed the details for the new mission. He began to talk, but you had already zoned out. Paying attention in these briefings had never been your strong suit, your ADHD riddled brain just wouldn’t stay focused for that long. But you found other ways to entertain yourself, until the briefings would be over and you could bug one of your comrades to give you a quick overview. Emphasis on quick.

So, you started to do the usual. First, you fiddled with your pen, spun it around between your fingers, until you grew bored of that. The next thing was always doodling. Pros: it looked like you were actually paying attention and taking notes. Cons: you sucked at drawing and would quickly grow frustrated at your lack of talent, and as a result grow bored of doodling.

Of course the next activity was taking your pen apart and putting it back together as quickly you could, without making a ruckus. This was also usually the time, when Ghost or Price would take your pen away and tell you to focus on the briefing. Not that that would help.

So, you and Soap started thumb wrestling under the table. But that would only ever last until one of you almost dislocates their thumb and yelps in pain, which in turn earns a glare from Price or Ghost.

It rarely ever comes to this point. Briefings like this don’t usually take this long, but sometimes they did. Which meant you had to get creative.

Your first idea was to play ‘Goal’ with Gaz, but he was sitting across the table from you, and that would draw too much attention.

Playing with your bottle would also be too obvious.

You were lost in thought when a single word pulled you out of it.

‘Libya’

Your head snaps up and your eyes find Price, who is still pacing up and down. No one seems to have noticed your reaction.

‘Libya’

Flashbacks flood your brain.

Your family, running. You, running. Gunshots behind you. Your mother yelling for you to continue running. Then she falls…and doesn’t get back up. Your bigger sister grabs your hand and continues to pull you along. Away from the gunfire. Away from your mother’s body.

You jump to your feet, accidentally sending you chair flying. Everyone is looking at you.

You. Your sister. Hiding behind a car. She’s bleeding. She’s bleeding so much. People are yelling. There are more gunshots. It’s so loud. So, so loud. You look at your sister. She’s dead.

Your eyes jump from one face to the other. Eyes. So many eyes trained on you. Asking questions.

Eyes. So many eyes trained on you. Asking questions.

“Are you okay?”

“Where is your family?”

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Are you alone?”

Someone grabs your arm. You want to resist, you need to resist. But you don’t. Just like back then.

You get pushed. You don’t resist.

Your back hits the wall. You don’t resist.

Someone stands in front of you. You don’t resist.

“Everyone, out!”

Ghost. He’s here. He’ll keep you safe.

But your breath, it’s coming so quick. Your chest, it feels so tight.

But Ghost…

So quick. So tight.

He’ll keep you safe.

So quick. So-

“Listen love, I need you to breath with me, okay?”

Your head snaps up, your eyes finding his. They aren’t as hard and cold as usual.

You nod.

You watch him breath in and copy him. Well try to at least.

You watch him breath out. Slow and steady, but yours comes out in a huff.

He breaths in again. You try to do the same. This time it works a bit better.

And it keeps getting better. The more you breath, the better it gets.

“You’re okay. It’s okay.”

He keeps repeating these words, over and over.

“You’re okay. It’s okay.”

They keep repeating these words, over and over.

You look up again and find those eyes. Scanning your face. Calming you down.

And you calm down.

You don’t know how long you stand there, covered by Ghost, his hands on the wall on either side of you. He’s close enough for you to know that he is there, but giving you enough space to calm down.

“Feeling better?”

You nod, your eyes cast down to the floor.

He nods, his eyes trained on you.

“Take the rest of the day off.

You nod again, and when he takes a step back, you walk to the door. You open it and are about to walk out, when you stop.

“Ghost?”

He grunts, in acknowledgment.

“Thank you.”

You try to sleep. You really do.

But the flashbacks keep coming.

After hours of tossing and turning in bed, you give up on getting any sleep. Instead you get dressed in your workout clothes and make your way to the gym on base. On the way you contemplate on what you want to do. Cardio, hoping it would get you tired? Strength, hoping it would make you feel better?

But when you round the corner and look into the gym, all those thoughts leave your head. Because someone is there, training. Ghost is there.

He is wearing a tight, dark grey, muscle shirt with black sweatpants and is punching away at the sandbag. But when you enter the room, he stops and looks at you.

“Not able to sleep?”

You give a curt nod, which he copies, before he returns to the sandbag. You continue to watch him for a few moments, before you make your way to one of the treadmills. After placing your water bottle and towel where they belong, you turn on the treadmill and begin walking.

After some time, you up the speed and incline, continuing to do so until you’re running.

And suddenly, you’re running from bullets.

You’re running, your mother is holding your hand, your big sister is in front of you. Gunshots echo behind you. Your father is dead. So is your big brother.

You speed up.

Someone calls your name, but you don’t turn around. Turning around would mean slowing down, and you can’t slow down now.

Again, someone calls your name and this time you turn around. But then you trip over your own two feet and plummet to the ground. You hit it hard, but the ground isn’t still, it’s moving. And fast, and suddenly you’re flung off the treadmill.

This time, your name is uttered in pure panic and you hear heavy footsteps racing towards you. You curl together, preparing to be beaten and killed, but strong hands grab you and pick you up. And then you smell him.

You open your eyes and look into Ghost’s. They are wide in panic and shock.

“-uo okay?”

You blink at him. He says your name, the tone snapping you out of your confusion.

“Are you okay?”

You nod hesitantly and Ghost sighs in relief. Suddenly, he pulls you close.

“I got you. You are safe, I promise.”

Ghost isn’t a caring person. He is hard, cold and serious. He doesn’t do hugs, he doesn’t get concerned. The fact that he’s now holding you close, the fact that he’s seeing how bad you are doing and the fact that he’s concerned, brings tears to your eyes.

You start to cry, sob into his chest. You cry for your mother and sister. For your brother and father. For your cousins and aunts and uncles. You cry for your people and you cry for your younger self. The young you that had to grow up in the middle of a civil war. The young you that lost everyone while trying to escape. The young you that was brought to a strange country, all alone. The young you that never had a childhood.

And all the while, Ghost holds you close. He hums and rocks back and forth gently. He cradles you against his chest and rubs your back. He is there for you.

He holds you until you calm down and then some. And when he’s sure that you’re fine, he presses his covered lips to your forehead before he pulls away.

“What do you need?”

You look up at him, confusion clear on your face.

“What do you need? What can I do for you to feel better?”

You inhale sharply, and look everywhere but at Ghost.

“I…I don’t know. I just…I don’t know.”

Ghost nods and thinks for a bit before he offers you his hand. You take it hesitantly and let him pull you out of the gym and towards the barracks. You follow him until he stops in front of a door and unlocks it, before gesturing for you to go inside ahead of him.

You quickly realise that it’s his room and you turn around to ask him what he’s planning on doing.

“Relax, I just want you to sleep for a bit. When…when I struggle with…with flashbacks, I can never sleep. At least not when I’m alone. Maybe it will help you if you sleep here.”

He hesitates for a second.

“I’ll sleep on the floor of course.”

Tears gather in your eyes and you nod.

“Thank you. Really.”

He nods before he springs into action and starts pulling out extra pillows and blankets. Within a few minutes, the bed is ready for you, and a mattress is waiting for Ghost. It doesn’t really look comfortable, but you don’t voice your concern, scared of driving him away in some way.

“If you want to change, the bathroom is through there.”

He hands you one of his shirts and points at a door, so you quickly go there and change into it, before walking back into the bedroom. Once Ghost hears you, he turns around.

“Ready to go to sleep?”

You nod again and shuffle to the bed, before climbing onto it and tucking yourself in. Ghost does the same, just on the mattress after he turns off the lights. Once both of you are settled, you turn onto your side, facing Ghost.

“Ghost?”

He grunts, but turns in your direction.

“Can…can I hold your hand?”

There is no response for a few moments before you hear shuffling and a hand suddenly appears in front of you. You scoot closer to the edge of the bed and take it, holding it close while your eyes slowly drift shut.

The last thing you hear before sleep takes over you, is Ghost, muttering softly.

“I got you.”

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dontbelasagnax · 2 months

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Ok fine! You’ve convinced me! I’ll learn how to draw specifically so I can draw codywan kissing, you’ve spread your gospel successfully

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How do you draw tho fr cuz I can doodle like, funky lookin birds but people is fully out of my depth send help

AAAA HELL YEAHHHH!!!!! LET'S GOOOO!!!!!

You've opened a can of worms asking me for art advice so *cracks knuckles* buckle up.

I sort of (only a little bit) use the Loomis method for easy head drawing. Here is a playlist of YouTube videos by Proko. Highly, highly recommend that channel for your art tutorial needs!

I start with a circle. For side profiles, I draw a line down the side of the circle to determine where the features will sit upon. I draw a triangular shape to mark where the orbital socket is. Around the middle point of the circle is where the jawline ends and the ear begins so draw a line there. There are proportion rules which are good guidelines when starting out in art but since I've been doing this my entire life, I have a feel for things and just wing it. That's to say, I put in a line implying the jaw based on vibes.

Next, I draw the eyebrows and brow ridge. Then the nose. I find I majorly base my proportions on this area so if anything is off, it throws the rest of the face off.

Then I draw the lips and chin... or in Obi-Wan's case, his beard. I will mark in his sideburns and hairline as well. Now, about ears: generally the top of the ear begins right around the top of the eyebrow and stops at the base of the nose. At this point I like to draw his eye, define the cheekbone, and refine the eyebrow. I'll finish scribbling in hair and that's it!

(Cody is much the same but I forgot to take useful progress pics 😂)

Extended Art Advice 👇

Tip #1: Draw lightly. Do not ever grip your pencil tight. This only leads to pain. You will notice I didn't erase at all. This is partly because I know what marks to make because I've done it a million times before and also because my lines are soft enough I can make lots of them and choose to deepen the ones that work.

Tip #2: Practice, practice, practice. Artistic skill is just loads and loads of accumulated knowledge and muscle memory from practice. This sounds boring but, in reality, you should make it fun.

Tip #3: Draw from observation/USE REFERENCE! The only reason I can get away without using reference when I'm feeling lazy is because I've drawn the same things over and over enough times it stuck. Aka I did lots of practice.

Now, to combine all these tips together, let's talk about how to use reference and how to make practice fun.

Reference is a huge aid when drawing at any point in your art journey. But I've found that in order to learn from what you're looking at, you need to think critically.

You obviously have something you want to draw. Reference helps you with that. You'll start out trying to draw what you see. Eventually you will run into an obstacle where you've messed up and things aren't looking good. This is to be expected. Every time this happens, think about what isn't working and find solutions with your reference. Analyze your subject to find your answers. Draw it again. Do not be afraid of failure. Each time you fail, you must look for a solution and this will lead you closer to your goal. This is how you grow as an artist.

I know, it sounds dreadfully boring and like a shit ton of work. It is a lot of work but you can make it fun! You love Obi-Wan and Cody so make Pinterest boards of Ewan McGregor and Temuera Morrison. Whatever you want to practice (may that be eyes, mouths, hands, hair, the face as a whole, etc) draw them. Ever hear tracing is bad? Fuck that. It's a perfectly valid tool to help you learn. If you're drawing digitally, pull up your reference in the art program of your choice, lower the opacity a little, make a new layer and trace what you see. I honestly find tracing to be very hard so when I've done this, I prefer to try to find shapes that will aid me when I'm actually drawing. If you're drawing traditionally, you can print out the photo and trace over it with a tracing paper or use a lightbox. You can also up the brightness on your computer screen and tape a piece of paper and trace that way.

Photos aren't the only references you can use! You can always look to your favorite artists' work and try to figure out how they do it. Often artists will break things down into more easily digestible shapes that will help you better understand how things work. Remember, if you ever copy or trace someone's art, it is for learning purposes only and you shouldn't post it. Feel free to take elements of people's art that you like and put your own spin on it though. For instance: I really love how this one artist draws men's tits so I studied a bunch of their art and now I'm much better at drawing them.

Oh and did you think you only get practice in while studying? Wrong! There's no reason you should shy away from trying to make the art you really want just because your skills aren't the most refined. Spoiler alert: you will grow the most when you push yourself out of your comfort zone. Draw codywan kissing. Draw it really enthusiastically and through profuse swearing and gritted teeth... but never a clenched hand. Don't hold back from the fun stuff just because it's hard. Aim high, land low, and shoot even higher next time.

In the beginning it will be especially frustrating. You'll feel like everything you make is a failure and nothing works out. You'll feel like you're not making any progress. Trust me, you are making progress and I believe in you.

If something really isn't working out and you find yourself growing distressed, take a break. It might last an hour or a week. Just take the break. Don't push it. Come back with fresh eyes and less stress. We all have days where nothing comes out right. Sometimes I can't even draw anything resembling a human face. It's okay. Whisper-yell expletives at your artwork and take the break. It will be okay.

With all that said, happy drawing and even happier codywan kissing!! 🧡💋🩵

#hope this helps!!!#(yes i did put my teaching hat on and break out my sketchbook to draw examples the moment i saw this in my inbox 😂)#ask box #lasagna rambles #my art #codywan

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mouschiwrites · 7 months

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can you please do a movie Lloyd X reader basically this takes place after the movie so everyone in Ninjago city knows that Lloyd is the green ninja but back to the plot Lloyd is currently going through the Oni and dragon equivalent of puberty so he is growing 2 new arms, horns, Wings and a tail and the reader always visit and Lloyd is starting to feel insecure so the reader shows Lloyd all the messages on her phone and all of them are from there school saying that Lloyd will always be the city green ninja and so on and Lloyd is happy that everyone will accept him and the reader and Lloyd end up cuddling and then garmadon walks in accidentally and processed to embarrass Lloyd in front of the reader and the reader pushes garmadon out of Lloyd room and the reader locks the door so both the reader and Lloyd can have cuddling in peace and the reader says that she loves him no matter what he will look like

This was so cute,, I had to do a little doodle to go with it

Word count: 978

Ninjago - Comforting (Transforming) Oni Lloyd

“Lloyd?” You knocked on the door softly, your voice low and laced with concern. You waited a few seconds for a response before knocking again. “Lloyd, are you in there?”

“Go home, y/n. I’m alright,” Lloyd finally responded. You knew that tone of voice: something was definitely wrong.

You turned the doorknob. “Lloyd, you can talk to m—”

You had hardly stepped inside when you were startled by a loud yelp. Lloyd yanked his blankets over his head. “Don’t look at me!”

You let out a long sigh. You stepped around the messy room like it was a minefield, making your way to his bed. Taking a seat on the corner of the mattress, you gently tugged on the blankets.

“No,” he protested. “It’s worse.”

You had suspicioned that this had been about the changes Lloyd had been facing recently, and this confirmed it. To be fair, you weren’t sure how you’d take it if you started growing dragon-like features instead of acne and a squeaky voice. Puberty sucked, but you knew it must suck a lot more to be going through this. At least the other teens at your school had the comfort of knowing that they weren’t alone in their experiences, but Lloyd really was all alone on this one. No one else was growing horns. No one else had a tail and wings sticking out of their backs. And no one else was growing so tall so quickly. It really made him stand out; as if he didn’t already receive enough attention as the green ninja.

You pulled harder on the blanket until Lloyd finally assented, allowing you to unveil his curled up form.

Two horns poked out from his blonde locks; bigger than the last time you visited. He was on his side because laying on his back hurt the budding wings on his shoulder blades and the tail springing out from his lower back. They looked odd; small and unshapely, but you knew this was temporary. Frankly, you thought they were looking better every day. But you frowned when you remembered Lloyd’s words. Apparently he didn’t think the same.

“They’re gross, I know.”

“Lloyd,” you sighed, pulling his arm to get him to sit up. “They are not ‘gross’.”

Lloyd’s brows lowered. “Have you even seen these?” He lifted his arms to reveal two nubs, one on either side. Those were new. They would become arms, you assumed.

“I can’t go out like this,” he shook his head.

You almost felt like crying, hearing him say that. But when your phone buzzed, you perked up. You had just the thing to cheer him up.

“Here, look,” you whipped out your phone and opened your messages, handing Lloyd the device. “Just scroll through those.”

Dozens of kids from your school, who you’d never so much as spoken to before, had messaged you when Lloyd didn’t show up to class today:

hey this is random but i know ur friends w lloyd, is he ok? can you please tell him that i think its cool that hes the green ninja plus a dragon or whatever

Do you know why Lloyd didn’t show for class today??? I was gonna ask if I could draw him,,, his horns are so pretty

While he was scrolling, a message popped up at the top of the screen. It was from your group chat with the other ninjas.

JJ: UGHHH I wish I was growing wings

You both giggled. Tapping the message, you told Lloyd to scroll through the last few hours’ chat logs.

JJ: He does realize that being an Oni makes him, like, the ultimate green ninja right

nya: oni or not, he’s the best green ninja ninjago could ask for

The Rock: so true <333

“She’s right, you know,” you said, slinging your arm around his shoulder. “You’re the green ninja—everyone loves you. Oni or not.” You poked his horn, smirking.

That earned you a little smile. His eyes, misty and full of emotion, peered deeply into yours. With a sniffle he threw his arms around you, squeezing you. He started to chuckle, but you could feel teardrops dampening your shirt at the same time. “You’re the best,” he hiccuped out.

You scooted back against the wall, letting Lloyd rest his head on your chest as he leaned into you. You petted his hair while the flow of tears gradually thinned. When his eyes finally dried, you traced patterns on his back, humming softly. Drawing circles around his budding wings, you whispered assurances into his ear. His breathing slowed to match yours, and in the quiet you could almost hear your heartbeats drumming together.

You could have stayed like that for an eternity, but unfortunately, fate, or rather, Garmadon, had other plans.

He burst into the room without warning, driving the souls out of both of your bodies.

“Lloyd, have you seen…” he stopped mid-sentence when he saw you curled up together.

“Oh,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “my apologies, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”

“Dad, get out!” Lloyd barked, his face bright red.

“This reminds me of how your mother and I were when we first—”

Lloyd clapped both hands over his face, groaning. You took the hint, hopped up, and shooed Garmadon out the door. “Hang on, I’m telling a story!” He protested as he went, but you shut the door before he could get another word in.

“Make sure it’s locked!” Lloyd ordered, still fuming.

You obeyed. Lloyd stood up and met you in the middle of the room, looking down at you as he pulled you closer. “Where were we?”

“You were being the most lovely green ninja, whom I love no matter what he looks like.”

Lloyd’s cheeks turned pink as he smiled. “Really?”

“Really.”

You circled your arms around him. You stood just like that, holding each other tightly, swaying a little, enjoying each other’s presence. Uninterrupted this time cough cough

Thank you anon for requesting, and thank you for reading!! Hope you enjoyed! Take care!

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago x reader #lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #lego ninjago #ninjago

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crushedsweets · 8 months

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i'm so obsessed w your blog you really unlocked all the nostalgia that's always waiting under the surface frfr i hope you send me spiraling all the way down again i miss it here so bad. anyway can i ask. what u got on... jane my beloved... sowwy if there's already like. posts abt it i'll go thru your whole blog someday and learn everything like my uni books xx

ok some quick warm up doodles this morning to go with the chat i got... tw for torture, stalking, really sad stuff.

link to my au that has a page with her in it

ok to start off with, jane/liu aren't TOO present in my story because jane and liu live really normal lives. most of their personal story is about recovery and growth, they were victims not aggressors. they're more involved in ninas story, rather than the overarching slender/operator paranormal problems...

jane grew up in an upper middle class household with incredibly loving parents. she was majoring in criminal psychology and lived with her parents, since they were close to the uni. it was during her second year in university that jeff began stalking her. he'd leave dead animals on her doorstep, light fires in her garbage cans, shatter windows without even entering the house, key her car, leave cryptic writings on her car that say stuff like '1f' (1female) to further scare her.

it wasn't that there was anything special about jane, but she had a super easy, very strict schedule to follow. her uni classes were all in the same building at the time, her car had a few cute stickers and decorations on/in her car that made it easy to spot, she only worked sat-mon at a cafe near her university. she was a happy person. easy victim he thought

eventually, while jane was out, he broke into her home and assaulted her parents. whether he used drugs or just stabbed them in the right place to make them immobile idk, but he got them tied up in the kitchen at some point. he was torturing them, doing the typical carved out smile bullshit, and he planned on leaving them for jane to find that night -- but, for the first time, her schedule was different. she came home from work while he was drenching the house in gasoline.

he panicked upon hearing her absolutely gutwrenching scream and quickly lit the trail of gasoline while she was trying to untie her dad (her mom was long gone by this point, her dad was barely managing a few wheezed breathes). he went to go finish jane off. he slashed her face, from her right temple, down her cheek, splitting her mouth in half and getting down to her left jaw. but the fire was spreading way faster than he anticipated, and he already heard sirens, so he bolted.

jane suffered 3rd degree burns covering her entire right leg and arm, it reached up her neck and her face, alongside some other parts of her body. she was pulled out of the fire, rushed to the hospital, and barely managed to survive.

jane had some outside family to support her, but her biggest supporter was her friend from middleschool mary vaugn. she moved into mary's house, took a semester off of school for recovery. the second she felt physically able to, she tried to drive herself right back into school, regardless of her mental condition.

she changed her major to criminal justice. she eventually graduated, fell in love with mary, got married, became a private investigator, etc. she spent a while working on jeff's case, losing sleep and hair over it- she was getting into some sketchy things to try and figure it out, because by this point jeff and ben were friends, and slenderman needs ben's help, so jeff's now protected by slenderman

but jane is one stubborn fucking woman and kept going. instead of sending the proxies to subdue jane, he sent sally.

sally was another poltergeist that kept haunting homes with newborn babies. she was attracting some attention, but slenderman cant physically stop a ghost - so he spent some time talking to sally, connecting with this little ghost girl and convincing her 'you're doing such a great job protecting all these infants, but this one needs you now'

he sent sally off to live with jane. mary's sister was staying with jane/mary after having a baby, so sally agreed to protect the baby. jane quickly welcomed sallys presense, always having believed good things of protective spirits. her mom used to tell her stories of how her grandmother's ghost would always come and soothe jane in her infancy (whether its true or not doesnt matter to jane) .

sally eventually became more than a presence to jane, almost completely integrating herself into her household's daily life. even after mary's sister and her baby left, sally stayed with jane. she felt safe there. (it helped that there were no men in the house too)

jane cares for sally like a daughter for a long time, and begins to redirect her life towards sally, rather than hatred for jeff. she never fully recovers from that night, and she never ever ever ever fucking 'forgives' jeff in any way, but she puts it aside for a while.

but sally is still a spirit, and does her fair share of wandering. she's always landing herself in the cornfields, the forest, etc, and jane goes frantic looking for her -- which is where she eventually bumps into the proxies. it's a huge mess, but she finds out what the fuck slenderman is and whats happening in that forest, but she just . . cant do anything about it. for sallys sake

eventually they get to the point where jane commonly finds herself walking in the forest with sally, or the proxies have to call jane and tell her to 'get her ghost kid' from the forest, etc.

at some point in this she also connects with liu. i don't know who reaches out first, whether it be liu desperately wanting to apologize for everything, or jane trying to figure out anything about jeff she can use to find him. this is how she finds out about nina.

jane smacked the shit out of nina when she first met her, in front of the proxies, who had to pull them apart. (i love nina but she deserved it after idolizing jeff). but nina is really fucking weird and began to idolize jane as well, and sally liked nina, which made it even more complicated, and that's why jane is the first person nina calls after jeff stabbed her ...

by this point janes hoping nina can heal, hoping liu can heal, hoping she herself can heal. ITS VERY HARD. its so unbelievably painful. that's basically where her story is at right now...

on a more positive note, she has a beautiful relationship with mary, and was hugely accepted in mary's family. she does poetry, creative writing, and is passionate about her career. she takes some extra creative writing/art courses at the local community college, just out of pure interest. she does her best to live a peaceful life

a bit off topic, but here's a little thing i copy and pasted from an old hc post too:

i cannot explain how close jane and her parents were. she was an only child in a upper middle class house to a lawyer and a real estate agent so she was always spoiled rotten, taken care of, always told how beautiful and smart she was. hence why losing them is the most fucking detrimental shit to ever happen to her. she literally worhsips her parents. she’s wore mothers wedding dress to her own wedding. her uncle(dads brother) walked her down the aisle holding a framed photo of her dad. she almost refused to walk during her university graduation because her parents couldn’t be there, despite the years worth of hardwork and dedication she put into it.

#asks #hcs #creeped #jane the killer #jane everlasting #jane arkensaw #jane richardson #sweetart #omfg also thank you #your ask was so sweet #thank u so much tysm tysm tysm THANK YOU

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year

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ok so self indulgent putting-my-oc-in-a-dumb-au doodles time, featuring the short song from over the garden wall, 'The Beast'

ok au concept:

takes place in the canon events of Security Breach, but Sun is the one helping y/n or Gregory or whoever. He's doing it partly out of selfishness, though- he wants out of the pizza plex almost more than you do, and he's actively hiding Moon's existence, and his relation to him, from you, even as it becomes clearer and clearer that doing so puts you in serious danger. insert Hazel- in this au, a scrapped concept for a character that would work in the Daycare-section of the plex, in the same way Foxy would've had a space there, too. Her project was cut while she was still in a beta phase, leaving her a bare-bones animatronic, barely above an endoskeleton with a few shell pieces fixed on. Though not infected with the virus, she's been stuck beneath the main plex for who knows how long, seething and spiteful and waiting. Waiting. Waiting. When Sun and Y/n or whoever come along to her portion of the plex (probably by some kind of accident), she lets herself be known, gives her name, chides Sun for not telling his 'new best buddy' about her, then switches to comment that maybe he doesnt even remember her, it sure is EASY to forget little things like that, isn't it, Sun? It's just so easy to let such trivial bits of information slip your mind, Sun? Isn't it? Sun is like 'DONT trust this animatronic, theyre not supposed to still exist, they were put out of commission a long time ago, theyre clearly corrupted and out of order, lets get OUT OF HERE LIKE RIGHT NOW,' and Hazel chooses right then to warn y/n about Moon 'since Sun apparently couldn't baaaare to talk about just what He's Done :) but I'm sure you can trust him <3' and then Hazel just. leaves. and isn't seen again! Does she escape?? Does she stay to burn in the rubble? Is she killed by a falling ceiling tile???? who knows!!! I just like the idea of her being like 'hey whats uppppp dont trust this dude lmao he's killed kids just like the rest of them have, aight peace motherfuckas' and NEVER SHOWING UP AGAIN sdfjsjkdhfsj its just so funny to me

alright thats it ig lmao idk i just like the drama of it all thank u for humoring me by reading this far LMAO

#bones of a rabbit #bones of a rabbit au #fnaf au #liar liar au #hazel the daycare hare #hazy daysy #fnaf oc #oc x canon #fnaf sun x y/n #fnaf sun x oc #canon typical violence #sketches #doodles #self insert #self indulgent #rambles #au rambles #overly long rambling abt ideas that will never go anywhere my beloved uwu

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pix3lplays · 10 months

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so uhmm im really love the hsr being fathers like damn i love it so much so uhm can the readers child like cuaght the hsr griefing over our death and the child comforts them? can it be the same guys from before? *virtual hug* tysm

*Virtual hug back* yes, let’s do it!!!

More Hsr men being fathers hehe

Part of this!

-Honkai Star Rail men grieving reader when their child comforts them-

Dan Heng: Dan Heng is going through your records in the archives, his child in his lap, sleeping peacefully, at first. It is late at night. Dan Heng can’t help it, rereading your files, on the fifth anniversary of your death…it brings tears to his eyes. He accidentally wakes up his kid, who looks up at him with those big eyes that look just like yours.

“Dad? Are you okay?”

“I’m…I’m fine,” Dan Heng reassures his child, stroking their hair a bit while he tries to stifle his tears.

“You’re crying though…”

“No, no, I’m not,” he insists, wiping his tears away and giving a warm smile to his kid. “It’s late. It’s time for bed…”

His kid yawns, protests just a little bit, before promptly falling asleep in his lap again. And he scoops them up and takes them to bed, thinking of what it’d be like to do this parenting thing with you by his side, and not alone. But it’s okay. You’re gone, he needs to accept that. He’s doing this for you, and for his kid.

Welt Yang: is looking through an old sketchbook he had started with you, looking back at your cute, amateurish doodles next to his, that you would draw when he wasn’t looking. And they had always made his day to see you’ve broken into his sketchbook to add a few additions of your own.

“You look sad, Dad,” he hears the little voice of his child, looks up. He hadn’t heard them walk in front of him. “Why are you sad?”

“Not sad, just…nostalgic,” Welt corrects. Okay. Maybe he was a little sad, and missing you. But he’d still use the word ‘nostalgic’ over sad.

“Come look with me,” is what he says, and he sits his little kid on the cushion next to him and holds out the sketchbook.

They go through the sketchbook, and the word ‘sad’ seems to grow a little bigger for him. Yeah. He was sad. He missed you so much. Missed your doodles in his sketchbooks. Wished you were here to help him raise your child. But you weren’t. And that was OK. That happens.

And to be honest, sharing your sketches with your kid was beginning to make him feel a little more relaxed.

Jing Yuan: is stressed out in his office. He’s swamped with work but all that’s on his brain is the anniversary of your death. He thought pushing through and going to work would help him get through it. Thought that it’d be better to be productive than cooped up in the house and mourning. Well, he was wrong for the first time in a while. He always did make bad judgements when it came to you…you always did distract him.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by the sound of tiny footsteps running his way. And he’s met with his kid, excitedly holding a drawing they’ve done.

The kid suddenly screeches to a halt, and Jing Yuan observed them with confusion for a second.

“Dad!? Are you crying?”

“Hm? Oh…I suppose I am…” and he wipes away his own tears, apologizing.

“What are you crying about?”

“I miss someone…”

“Who?”

“Someone dear to both of us…but let’s not worry about that, let me see that drawing of yours…”

And the issue is immediately forgotten by the child, who excitedly shows their dad their most recent creation. It’s good for him, he thinks, to have such young and precious life around him. Helps him keep his mind off the pain of losing you.

Sampo Koski: Didn’t really have a lot of time to grieve you. He was suddenly thrust into parenthood as soon as you were dead, after all…But business was slow today, and he could get home early, and spend some time thinking about his dead lover and the child you left behind for him to deal with.

He’s in the kitchen, pouring himself a drink, when his kid comes home from playing with the neighborhood kids all day. The life of a kid, even in a place like the Underworld, was just too easy, he thinks to himself bitterly, sipping at his drink.

“Dad…you…okay?” his kid asks quietly.

“Yeah…yeah just thinking.”

“You need anything?”

Was his kid always this considerate? They reminded him of you.

“No. Thank you…”

His kid smiles, gives him a thumbs up, and runs to their room. And oddly enough, Sampo feels a little better.

Gepard Landau: Gepard is looking through an old photo album he made with you, before you…passed. He’s crying. He doesn’t realize he’s crying while he looks at a photo of the two of you on your wedding day.

“Dad?” he hears. And he looks away from the photo album suddenly, and down at where his kid is.

“Yes?” he tries, trying his best to sound calm and quiet and in control, and not like he was just crying.

“Want to…play with me? It might make you feel better?” his kid suggests, holding out a stuffed animal.

“Oh, kiddo, I-” but the more he thinks about it, the better the idea sounds. “Alright. Let’s do that. It sounds fun.” He let’s his kid drag him to the floor so they can play with stuffed animals, and the pain of using you fades just a bit for the moment.

Luocha: Luocha is working. Working restlessly. He’s always working. But tonight he misses you, misses you a little more than usual tonight. He grips his necklace tight. Keeps working. When there’s a sudden knock at his door. “Father?” a little voice calls.

Luocha sighs, doesn’t realize how shaky his voice is til he replies. “Come in.”

His kid steps in, looks surprised, because their father was clearly crying and Father Never cried.

“What do you want?” Luocha asks, wiping at his eyes. His kid comes over, puts their little hands on his knee.

“Please stop crying Father…”

“I know, I’m trying…”

“It’s my bedtime.”

“Ah, so it is…want me to tuck you in?”

“Yeah…”

“Alright, fine.”

Luocha doesn’t usually tuck his kid into bed. But tonight he needed the distraction. He takes his kid to their room, tucks them into bed. The tears have stopped. He feels a little at peace, acting like a normal father, tucking his kid into bed.

You’re still on his mind of course, but at least he’s not crying over you anymore. Tears were pointless anyways, they didn’t help anything. It’s not like you were gone forever anyways. He was going to bring you back.

Blade: it’s been some time since your passing, and Blade has been resisting the need to grieve way too hard. It was unhealthy. Finally Kafka strictly told him he’d better go to your grave and get anything remaining out. And he reluctantly agreed, not aware his kid was following behind him…

He just…waits quietly at your grave, watching over it like a silent protector when he suddenly feels a tug at his pant leg. And when he looks down…lo and behold his child had followed him to the grave.

“What are you doing, Dad?” the child asks with big, innocent eyes.

“I’m…visiting…” is what he manages to say, before gesturing to your gravestone.

“Oh…” the kid says, not really understanding, but knowing that this is a quiet and serious moment. “Okay…”

And father and child keep watch quietly together over your grave, and it actually makes Blade feel a little bit better to be doing this with his kid. It’s just a Little bit more bearable.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #my writing #Dan Heng #Dan Heng x reader #Welt Yang #Welt Yang x reader #Jing Yuan #Jing Yuan x reader #Sampo Koski #Sampo Koski x reader #Gepard Landau #Gepard Landau x reader #Luocha #Luocha x reader #Blade #Blade x reader

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chimkin-samich · 1 month

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Hi!

I have had a block for both writing and drawing for several years. I look at your works with longing in my eyes and think how wonderful it would be to draw regularly again. I was never particularly talented and had many gaps in learning to draw, but I enjoyed it. Now I don't know how to start drawing or writing. My laptop is full of unfinished stories. I have lots of ideas for drawings, but it's hard for me to get down to work.

Therefore, my question is: Do you have any advice for people who haven't drawn/written for several years and would really like to get back to it, but can't motivate themselves, have no ideas, etc.? Or quite the opposite. They have lots of ideas, but for some reason they can't draw anything?

Greetings and have a nice morning/day/evening/night!

Hello! Sorry it took so long to respond, I wanted to make sure I could respond properly to this so I thought it over a lot, I’m going to put it under a read more cuz it’s gonna get long lol

I (sly) am kinda in the same position as you at least when it comes more to art, writing ive kinda cracked the block but still trying to break through the ice, all the art on our blog is Ferals art, I only complete the line work and shading (but not always) I haven’t drawn any of my own stuff in probably a few years but I’m trying to get back into it cuz I miss it as well, I completely get the whole feeling of looking at Feral’s art and wanting to create my own but finding it so difficult to do

For the art aspect my plan is to start at square 1, start how I first starting drawing, which for me was to look up refs, animals and draw them by sight, just to get back into the groove of trying to bring back that muscle memory, maybe you started by tracing images, you could trace only the rough outlines and then shade and detail them, just something simply and easy, you probably won’t be happy with the results (I know I certainly won’t be with my own) but it’s a start

Look up things that you enjoy, draw your squad, incorrect quotes to do with ocs maybe even draw them out, try and keep it simple, you don’t need to create a masterpiece on the first day back, any attempt is a step forward even if you dislike it, try it out at least once a day everyday, a simple doodle just for fun or to exercise your muscle memory again, the first part is gonna be hard and messy, that’s totally ok! All that matters is the attempt!

For the writing aspect try and keep it simple as well, focus on making short one-shots or even just bullet point dialogues, your old unfinished writing isn’t going anywhere, when you feel comfortable enough to attempt to continue it just go for it!

I had a big gap in my writing periods and sometimes I still go a few months with out touching any of my stories, blocks happen and are normal, something that I try to get back into is read other people’s work, both to see the writing style and to get some inspiration to continue my own works

When I actually get down to actually writing my story I just dump down the story as I think it, I just keep writing even if it looks messy and grammatically incorrect to at least get the story moving and progressing. After I have the rough story down, is when I go back to correct spelling mistakes, add more details/dialogues or events in between to create a much better flow for the story

I usually do this multiple times for each fic I create, usually in between pauses (either due to blanking on ideas or just cuz I wasn’t feeling it) so whenever I reopen my doc, I just reread and add on, then I do it again one or two more times once it’s completed

I struggle a lot with perfectionism when it comes to my art and writing, and unfortunately it’s a big killer for my motivation, especially when I see others that make better works than me. I’ve been slowly unlearning that urge to make everything perfect, by just allowing myself to have messy and rough works, it’s not always going to come out how I want it but at least I got it as close as I could in the moment with my current skill level

I like to tell myself, the more I keep doing it, the more I’ll improve, and I’ll always be able to come back with more ideas and skill to remake this better than my first attempts, just because I did it doesn’t mean I can’t try to do it again

Being easier on yourself does wonders (I know easier said than done unfortunately 😭) but your practically having to relearn skills that have gotten rusty, even if you were doing great before, your gonna have to build back up to that point, it’s just like exercising a muscle ✨

I hope this was able to help! I wish you much luck in your journey back into art and writing!

#mods speaketh #mod sly

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emsgwenstan · 6 months

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Papers and ink

Larissa Weems x student reader (platonic)

Warnings: mentions of sh, blood, traumatic experiences?

Words: about 4K.

Idk what this is just came out, it is a lil bit heavy but very quick, a lot more details could have been said but I’ll leave that to ur imagination. I used ‘mum’ instead of ‘mom’ because one I’m Australian and two Larissa is English so… enjoy xx

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Sitting on your bed with your so called diary; the one you criticised other’s for having because it’s such a cliche for a teenage girl to have, you drew on todays page, no words wanting to form from your brain to paper. Your doodling was interrupted by a knock at the door, if it were your roommate she wouldn’t have knocked.

“Principal Weems.” You said, moving the book and pens to the side and asking her to sit. “Afternoon y/n, how are you darling?” She asked, tilting her head down trying to catch your gaze. “Well, I suppose, and you?” You wondered, meeting her gaze with a superficial smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’m fine, I wanted to check up on you.” She pressed. “Yes, a welfare check up on the poor depressed, sick, burden of a student, right?” You sighed, feeling a little guilty at your backhandedness. “That’s not funny y/n, I’m serious I need to know how you are, not as a care provider or principal, but as me, I need you to talk and confide your trust in me, you can’t shut down again, not after what happened last time.”

You dropped the sarcasm and caught onto her tone. Larissa was referring to a couple of months ago when she asked for students help with carrying some things to a classroom, but in the midst of moving a box, your jumper sleeve rode up and she saw the markings embellished in your skin, and the slivers of blood seeping through the material. Since than she makes it a routine thing to check on you every four days, as annoying as it is, you understand her worry and have come to enjoy her company.

“I’m fine, honestly.” You spoke through your teeth, pleading to what ever she would just leave it alone, you weren’t that lucky. “Show me.” She said. “What?” You were shocked, knowing exactly what the principal is talking about. “Your arms, I will believe you if you show me.” She calmly asked. “No.” You said avoiding her. “Than you are in fact not fine, sweetheart.” She said placing a hand on you knee.

After a while of silence you decide to lift off your hoodie all together, Larissa didn’t move a muscle, instead just waiting for where your going with this. You outstretched your arm and lay your palm face up in her lap. Larissa’s gaze went from the floor to your skin, blinking slowly almost as if it were painful to do so she was met with the familiar red raw lines that stared back at her in torment.

“When was the last time?” She asked, placing her fingertips round the raised wounds. “Night before last…. I’m sorry.” You whispered. “Don’t apologise, I understand. I cannot stop you but it’s disappointing darling, not that I’m disappointed in you, just how you have fallen to having the need to harm yourself.” Larissa’s voice broke and her eyes glazed over. “I’m still sorry though, I… I don’t want to hurt you.” You said with furrowed brows and a heavy bottom lip. “You aren’t y/n. I just wish I could take all of you pain away from you, but I will spend as long as it takes to make you feel better ok?” She curled her hand in yours and used the other to cup your cheek showing her sincerity.

You could see the internal debate with herself displayed on her face before she spoke. “I’d like to share something with you.” Larissa said stroking your cheekbone. “Ok…” You breathed. “when I was your age I shared the same illness, I was in a downward spiral for a very long time. I used to be someone that did everything for everyone and didn’t get a single thing in return, I had crushes and had enough courage to tell them and I was humiliated every time I was turned down. I tried my best in every aspect, academically and socially, every bit of my life and it never seemed to be enough, all parts just crumbled, at least that’s how it felt.” Her face contorted as she reminisced her dark past.

You placed your free hand on top of your already intertwined ones, trying to show your interest and support wanting her to continue. “So… I turned to harming myself.” Her words twisted in your stomach feeling the sense of dread set in, releasing how she must feel about you. Larissa readjusted the way she was sitting, removing her hand from your face to the hem of her dress, also revoking your grasp on her hand to shimmy up the fabric until it bunched around her hips and the tops of her thighs were displayed.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the faded lacerations that adorned her legs. Your mouth fell open as your gaze switched between the principles eyes and her legs. As if you couldn’t control your actions, fingers went curiously towards her scars, but snapping back to reality you slowed. “May I… can-“ you stuttered not exactly sure of what you want yourself. Larissa however, knew what you wanted, she hooked her fingers under yours and brought them to her old wounds.

The feeling of her healed but raised flesh was bewildering, tracing every line with astonishment, curiosity and admiration you didn’t know how to comprehend words. “It’s been a very long time, 26 years actually, but I won’t lie to you… I do have thoughts of doing it again, but I don’t because I have young ones like you I have to set an example for, but also because I don’t really need to either.” She admitted.

“So… how did you get better?” Your small voice hoping for a easy remedy. “I-.” She started before you cut her off by quickly searching your bed. Grabbing a pen you told her to continue. Regaining where she was up to with your question she began to speak again. “I had to let my self feel bad and try to help myself, find healthy coping mechanisms and get out more, socialise and do the things I enjoy instead of putting them off, anything to keep the voice in my head at bay, after a while it got easier, less feeling the need to hurt myself, more moving forward from the dark and into the lighter parts of life.”

You open the pen and with out asking started to draw little stars over her scars, Larissa knows you function and concentrate best whilst using your hands. “What made you do it in the first place? If that’s ok, you don’t need to answer.” You paused to look deep into her eyes showing your interest and wanting her to know your care. Larissa hesitated before speaking, it’s only now she comes to realise herself that this is the first time she’s ever told anyone about her history.

“It was a few days after the 1991 rave’n, my best friend was my roommate and also happened to be my first serious crush, I hadn’t mentioned I was interested in woman, partly due to the times, but because I thought I hinted it enough that she’d know, we told each other everything and were more like sisters than friends, so a couple of weeks before the night of the dance we were talking and I tried to ask her If she’d like to go with me, but she somehow assumed I wanted to go with the boy she liked. The whole situation spiraled out of control and I couldn’t find the strength to admit to her she was the one I wanted, things after that were strained to say the least, she switched rooms and hardly spoke to me, my parents at the time were quite forceful and invasive so I couldn’t turn to anyone, no family and no friends.” She took a long deep breath once she had finished her confession.

“I’m so sorry principal Weems, that must have been really tough, although I’ve had similar experiences to.” You said avoiding her gaze. “Would you like to talk to me about it?” Larissa questioned, hoping that her confession might have been an icebreaker too breech your own conflicts.

“A couple of months ago I finally admitted to myself that I liked girls… I mean i still like boys to but, I don’t know I just feel like because it’s such a common thing now, I don’t want to seem like I’m only saying it to fit in or try to be apart of something if that makes sense. I also understand the parents thing, probably more than most people you will meet, I’m a child of a divorced marriage as your aware and I’ve been manipulated and shaped since a young age, coming here is the only stability I have, I’m just grateful that I don’t have to go back and fourth between families and homes anymore, but also at the same time I feel more lonely than ever.” You spoke unabashedly, laying it out for her to understand, Larissa is your mother figure witch makes you feel safe enough to talk bout things you would dare tell anyone else, but because she’s not biologically a parent it gives you the notion that Larissa has no obligation to treat you like a small child but a daughter she’s never had.

Larissa stored the information amidst her heart as you spoke. “Have you told anyone else?” She asked. “No. Only one girl I had a crush on, but she turned me down and we haven’t spoken since.” You said with tears welling in your eyes, remembering the feelings attached to the time. Larissa was so touched at your openness to her she began to cry. “Oh sweetheart.” She tutted. “So am I the first person you’ve opened up to about this?” She asked shakily. You nodded in response. Larissa’s flood gates opened as she embraced you in the tightest hold of your life.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” You said in a delicate tone, sincerely sorry for making her emotional. “No darling girl, I just- I love you so much and I know that may be somewhat inappropriate, but it’s the truth.” Larissa spoke into your hair while stroking it. “You know, Your exactly the kind of mother I’ve always wanted.” You whispered. Larissa drew back and let out a watery chuckle as she tucked strands of hair behind your ears. “Than I shall do my best to be that person for you sweetheart.” You smiled and wrapped your arms back around her torso and buried your head in her chest.

A little while later, Larissa was still by your side, but propped up on her elbow with her shoeless feet tucked behind her laying on the bed listening to you explain some of you favourite things and how connected you are with art, she adores how passionate you are and how you find the underlying meaning behind the most simple of things like music, poetry, books and paintings. Larissa finds herself realising how similar you are to her and will never have a problem finding a topic to discuss.

Hours went by and she left before your roommate came home, telling you to have a wonderful rest of your night and she will catch up with you tomorrow before kissing your forehead and murmuring sweet dreams. You felt full of happiness after your heavy afternoon, you couldn’t help but decide to find every sharp thing you own and wander down to the large bins that were placed at the back of the academy, the second the things were disposed you took a deep breath and watched the sunset, knowing that you will never mark yourself again, a turning point, a new beginning you owe it to yourself and to Larissa.

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Two months had passed and it was spring break, being back at your houses with your family’s was exhausting, already after only three days things started to fall back into pattern with them, however you decided that this was it. No more suffering to survive in a place that should be a haven. No more pleasing the unpleaseable. You have a voice and used it, the world did feel like it was coming to and end but it was only the beginning of a next chapter.

Collecting your belongings that you really wanted, you packed and said goodbye for the last time, no hug no forced physical affection, nothing. Both of your parents were to offended to care about your decision, leaving you with no respect for the pair whatsoever. Nevermore was your home, and Larissa was your mother. With the last bit of money you had left, a one way ticket to the academy was bought, with a pit stop on the way.

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Arriving back at the empty school, your excitement mimicked the first time you drove through the iron gates two years ago, except now you know where you are and that this is the place you belong.

Making your way up the steps with three suitcases was a difficult task but with the determination of discarding them in your room and finding Larissa was all it took to power through the maze of stone.

The principal gave you her phone number not to long after your heart to heart conversation so you bring up her contact on you phone and called her whilst walking to her office. You knew she would be here she told you that and you’ve come to know she keeps her word in every aspect. The second it starts dialling, butterflies erupted in your stomach. ‘I’m coming’ you thought releasing your breath in a chance to settle the nerves.

“Hello darling, are you ok?” She picked up. “Hey, yeah I am, I was just wondering how you are?” You wondered grinning to yourself as you were approaching the stairs to her office. “I’m ok, I do miss you though, how are you holding up?” She sighed. “I will be very well soon.” You said. “Oh? Why’s that?” She asked. You knocked on her door hearing it both from your perspective and on the line. “Just a second, that’s odd someone’s here.” Larissa paced to the door and opened it holding her phone to her chest. Her face lit up at the sight of you.

“Oh y/n! Your here!” She squealed. You hung up and launched yourself towards her engulfing her in a bear hug, with your arms around her neck and legs around her waist. “My goodness, how are- why are you here!?” She giggled tossing her phone onto the nearest seat, wrapping her arms around you. “It’s a long story but it can wait. I missed you so much.” You mumbled into her neck, smelling her perfume that has become quite nostalgic. Hopping down you grab her hand and drag her back to the office chair whilst you sit on top of the desk In front of her. Larissa really let’s you get away with everything.

“I have a present for you.” You said excitedly. “for me?” She asked incredulously. “Yes, although I don’t know how you will feel about it.” It came out very weary, all of a sudden the nervousness set back in. ‘Fuck it’ you thought, pulling out the papers from your back pocket. “I got these on my way back in Burlington. I may or may not have somehow stolen them, because they wouldn’t just give them to me but… I have them.” You handed her the folded papers and bit your lower lip in waiting.

Larissa gave you the look after your statement, the look that you so desperately wanted for a long time, the look that says ‘really? Well your lucky I love you’ look. She slowly opened up the paper and gasped. You swallowed thickly, not knowing if it was a good thing or a bad thing. “Y/n.” Larissa breathed as she looked at you in shock, her hand came to rest over her gaping mouth. “Is that ok?” You wondered. She was silent for a minute trying to wrap her head around what was happening.

“Ye-… yes.” Larissa choked out. “You want… you want me to adopt you?” She asked. “I would want anyone else to be my mother but you.” You said as if it were the surest thing you had ever spoken. “So would you… want, to be my uhh…?” Larissa stood and opened her draw without saying anything and pulled out a pen and started to sign every page.

Putting the cap back on and tossing it back in her draw she turned to you and cupped your face. “I can’t think of anyone else I would rather have as my child.” She said kissing your hair and pulling you to her chest.

“I actually have a surprise for you to.” Larissa said taking a step back. “Really?” You asked. “Yes, we’ll sort of.” She began. “The pen you used to draw on my leg a couple of months ago was a permanent marker… and after a few days it was starting to fade, so I thought before it disappears I should make it literally permanent.” She says while pulling up her skirt. “I traveled to Burlington and had it tattooed.” You sat there in shock as you saw the stars exactly the same as when you drew them on there. “Oh principle Weems, I- I don’t know what to say.” Larissa chuckled and smiled down at you. “I will forever have a piece of you with me sweetheart.” You grinned and realised she really did love you as much as you love her.

“I was just trying to find the right time to tell you.” She stated. “Weren’t you telling me that you didn’t approve of tattoos?” You said cheekily. “Well… I’m a hypocrite, but this was special.” She said. You giggled at her words and flexed forward to give her a kiss on the cheek and thank her. “You know when this goes ahead, I was thinking you would like to stay with me?… as in live closer, I have a spare bedroom attached to the other side of my office across from my own quarters?” She quietly questioned, waving her arm in the direction of the room. “Of course!” You shrieked with excitement. “But um, do I still have to call you principle Weems?” You asked sheepishly. “Oh god no. Larissa it’s fine or mu-…what ever you prefer.” She cut herself of before she could finish the word, Larissa didn’t want to overstep due to the fact that she still doesn’t know the situation with your own family, but she doesn’t feel selfish to think that she could be a better mother than your own. “I like that.” You stared at her with a grin, she said cocking a brow hoping you’d continue. “Mum.”

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Obviously it’s very difficult to stop a habit like sh and it’s not always just an immediate stop but for the sake of this story I think it was wise to just put a graceful end to it. If personal experiences are revamped please be safe, love you and ur doing great xxx

#larissa weems #gwendoline christie #principle weems #larissa weems x y/n #wednesday #larissa x reader #platonic

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spiderrrling · 2 years

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I dare you - Eddie Munson x F!Reader Smut 18+

Summary - You dare Eddie to go a week without masturbating, and it becomes a little too intense for both of you

Word count - 6k (not all of it is smut ok? there is a build)

Warnings - Intense smut, oral sex (f recieving), piv sex, biting, hickeys, kissing, undressing, grinding, slightly rough top eddie, mutual pining, has not been beta or even proof read

A/N - i have no words, i hope you enjoy

Masterlist - Taglist - Requests are open

18+ minors do not engage

You were lying flat on your stomach on Eddie Munsons bed. It was Sunday evening, meaning time was running slowly like syrup and you were both dreading having to go into school the next day.

The two of you had been hanging around his trailer all day, doing nothing but smoking and taking turns reading out loud to each other from one of the various books that were littered around Eddie’s room.

“Wait, hang on, I want to show you this drawing I did for you.”

“For me?” Your eyes widened and you felt yourself get excited. You had seen tons of his drawings before, and he loved showing them to you, but there was always something special when he made art just for you. “Don’t go getting all high and mighty on me, it’s just a doodle.” Eddie teased you, he left his comfortable spot next to you to find it.

“Shit- where did I put it.” He mumbled to himself beneath his breath as he started looking around the absolute mess that was his bedroom. “I know I put it here… somewhere.”

Somewhere was a pretty tall order, given the current state of his room. The floor was completely covered, barring a small path carved out between the piles of clothes so he could actually walk to his bed.

And his desk was barely visible beneath the stacks upon stacks of paper and books that decorated the surface. As Eddie rummaged through his room you let your eyes wander and realised just how many… sensitive items he always had lying about.

The handcuffs were no secret, as they were proudly displayed where they hung on the wall. Or the bottle of lube that stood on the nightstand. But there were smaller things that you hadn’t realised before.

Seeing him toss a couple of stray socks towards his laundry basket you couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. Additionally you could spot more than one slightly suspicious rag or towel on the floor.

You had practically grown up with Eddie, ever since your first middle school talent show you had been joined at the hip. Even when Eddie finished middle school ahead of you, you stayed friends.

Part of you was intrigued by this part of him. You had always been close with Eddie, but also always just friends, nothing more. Not that the thought hadn’t crossed your mind, the natural charm Eddie carried with him made it impossible to not fall in love with him at least a little bit. And Eddie was usually always a little handsy with you whenever you were alone. You just never expected him to have had the same thought. And if he somehow had, would he even be interested?

What you didn’t know is that it had. On so many occasions that thought lived in Eddie’s mind for hours on end. Such as right now. Your legs were covered in ink doodles which he had drawn on you while you had been reading to him. You knew the two of you made a very strange pair, even as friends. The first time you had met Eddie Munson you had been sitting backstage at the middle school talent show after falling during your cheer routine and scraping your knee.

Eddie had sat with you, he made you laugh and temporarily forget the throbbing pain coming from your knee. That is when you found out that Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, was still a freak but a really nice one at that.

At some point you had drifted apart a little bit, when Eddie went through his angry and horny teenager phase, his words. And he had promised that had outgrown it, but only the angry part it seemed. But when he found out you were buying weed from another dealer and being totally screwed over, he took it into his own hands to befriend you again.

You had just wanted some relief from the various stresses of your day to day life, and you knew that more than one of your fellow cheer team mates also smoked, so why the hell not?

However, you did find something that was way more addictive than drugs, Eddie Munson. The slightly mysterious and standoffish boy which turned out to be this goofy sweetheart with a heart of gold. Who also just happened to really appreciate your company as well.

And it wasn’t long before you started hanging out regularly, spending your free periods together at school, or hanging out in his trailer over the weekends. He would pick you up from late night practices when both of your parents were working late. Eddie quickly became an integral part of your life again. He even showed up to every single one of your cheer games just to support you.

But he had never managed to convince you to come to Hellfire, you had always been scared of being the odd one out or accused of favouritism.

“Found it!” Eddie exclaimed proudly and held up the paper for you to see. His words ripped you from your thoughts, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you saw what he had drawn for you. It was a sketch of one of the Dungeons and Dragons characters they had created together, but you had never played it. “What! It’s not good?”

Eddie faked his hurt and clutched his hand to his heart as he dramatically fell onto the bed next to you. His arms wrapped around you to pull you closer towards him. “How will I ever recover from this betrayal?”

You laughed and tried to push him away as you protested. “God no- who knows where those hands have been.”

“Are you calling me unhygienic?”

“No, I’m calling you a total horn dog Munson.” You teased and laughed at him before playfully shoving at his shoulder. “I think you might actually have a problem, y’know considering everything around here.”

It was no secret to anyone who knew him, Eddie Munson was constantly horny. What it was caused by could mostly be explained by the fact that he was a relatively young man with needs and urges.

“Who, me? Absolutely not.” Eddie rolled over on his side and used his arm to prop himself up. “I can stop whenever I want.” He claimed almost a little too proudly. “I just don’t see why I would ever want to.”

And as he said that, a deliciously evil idea fell into your head and you started hatching a little plan.

“Ok then.” You said and paused for a second, making sure that you had his full attention. His eyes came up to meet yours, those big brown doe eyes were always just a little too tempting. “I dare you to go a week without jerking off or sex.”

Eddie immediately burst out laughing.

“Well if it’s as easy as you say it is, then it shouldn’t be an issue right?” That made Eddie pause for a second. Were you taunting him? Would you do that?” “I’ll even do it with you, how about that?”

You were absolutely taunting him.

“Well I suppose the sex part won’t be difficult for you.” Eddie couldn’t help himself, if you were going to taunt him he was going to taung you right back. “I’m being serious!”

“So if I accept and I win this little challenge of yours, what’s in it for me?” Eddie raised his eyebrows questioningly as he looked at where you were laying. “What is my prize?”

You bit your bottom lip and thought it over for a second, you knew exactly what you could offer him which would make him fold. But you were also worried if you agreed he might actually manage to complete your challenge.

“If you win, big if, I will join a session of Hellfire, and I’ll even let you add whatever details you want to my character sheet.” The thought of the reward made Eddie’s eyes light up with a slight sparkle, and in that moment you knew you had him on the hook. “But if you lose, what do I get?”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that sweetheart, this will be the easiest bet I’ve ever had to win.” He shot you a teasing look before he gave you a wink. Eddie’s voice was so smug you had to resist the urge to slap him. If there was one thing Eddie enjoyed, it was his own antics.

Eddie leaned over and offered you his hand, which you took and shook it, confirming their little bet. “May the best person win.” You said and squeezed his hand.

“I will.” Eddie responded.

Your bet started Sunday evening and Eddie wasn’t worried at all about your little challenge. A walk in the park he thought. But it didn’t take long for that to change and become increasingly more difficult.

Already by Tuesday afternoon he had started to realise that you might have a point, he was a total horn dog. Damn it he hated it when you were correct.

But currently he hated you more for the challenge you were making him undergo. And he was becoming more and more convinced you were doing this to taunt him. Already on Tuesday he noticed the changes in your wardrobe, wearing shirts that were a little too tight and skirts that were a little too short.

You would see him in the hallway and wave at him or flash him a cheeky smile, making his heart race a million miles a minute.

When Tuesday came around he was becoming increasingly agitated, and on Wednesday he was down right frustrating to be around. His leg was bouncing all day long and he thought he was going to go crazy from the restlessness.

Eddie kept snapping at people during lunch. And none of this was made better by the fact that he simply could not stop thinking about her. You were the reason he was in this hell to begin with.

And it didn’t take long for his mind to start wondering. Mentally exploring all kinds of dirty scenarios. The thought of bending you over, or laying you down on his bed became constant in his mind. You occupied so much room in his mind it became difficult for him to think.

By Thursday Eddie had become increasingly more agitated and stressed. And there had been no outlet for these feelings this week, and there was no way in hell he would be dishonest and lie to you.

When he picked you up from practice Thursday evening you slid into his passenger seat with the same ease you always did and flashed him a smile.

“You still holding out Munson?” You chuckled to yourself and pressed play on the car stereo. “Have I won yet?”

“No, I am still holding out strong sweetheart. You seem to be underestimating me.” Eddie had to take a deep breath and push down the frustration that was rising in his chest. He would not be able to handle it for long if you kept up with your regular teasing.

“Then I must congratulate you on your efforts so far, let's see if they last.”

Neither of you said anything the rest of the drive back to your house.

By second period Friday morning Eddie was convinced it was the worst day of his life. For the game that evening all the cheerleaders were dressed up in their uniforms. Your uniform had always been his weakness. Usually he could handle seeing you in it, granted he could jerk off while fantasising about you later.

Everything about you, the way you had done your hair, your make up, the cut of the uniform against your upper arms, and how fucking short that skirt was. It drove him absolutely insane, and Eddie knew that simply just jerking off could never satisfy the need that washed over him when he saw her.

From the second he had walked into school that morning you had been prepared, you knew the uniform would cause the reaction it did. The short skirt hitting your upper thighs just right to drive him crazy.

It wasn’t planned, it was just a very happy coincidence that it happened to be game day. And whenever you would see Eddie you just had to dial it up all the way. Batting your eyes at him, or giving him the brightest smile you could. You wanted to break him. Wanted to see his smugness taken down a peg. You wanted to win, and you were determined to do anything in your power to make it happen.

“Come to the game later?” You approached him during lunch where he was sitting with the rest of the members of the Hellfire club. You leaned over the table to where he was sitting so you could slide him a ticket. Knowing that from this angle he could absolutely be able to look down your shirt. “Please?”

Eddie had already been planning on making it to the game. He didn’t care one bit for the sport but he loved to watch you cheer. You always looked so free and without a care in the world. And getting to peek up your skirt now and then was just an added bonus. However today he was going to need a miracle to make it through.

He simply took the ticket from the table and nodded “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“What the hell was that?” Gareth asked after you had walked away, but Eddie never answered. And you knew you had him.

By the time the game rolled around Eddie still hadn’t recovered from your encounter in the cafeteria. But he was not about to let you down, no matter how much you were infuriating him. Eddie could swear you were doing it on purpose. And you were.

The game passed in a blurr, that was until he heard someone behind him starting to talk about you.

It wasn’t uncommon for Eddie to overhear some snide comment about you, or see someone looking at you wrong during games. And normally he could handle it, but with the week he had been having, anger and frustration rose in his chest quicker than he realised.

People shouldn’t be looking at you that way, or talking about you like that. A part of him felt slightly guilty that he had jerked off to the mental picture of you more than once. You were his friend, one of his closest friends. But at the same time he wasn’t sure what to make of your relationship.

It had always been a little bit flirty in nature, and you would always riff off each other. Eddie had once called you sweetheart sarcastically but now that word had made its way into his daily vocabulary.

And he really did mean it too. His voice would always get just a little bit softer when he said it. It wasn’t his fault that you were the most beautiful person he had ever met. How was he not supposed to fall in love with you?

So when he heard that comment, from that insolent little worm of a sophomore about you. He finally just lost it. Eddie wasn’t a violent person, but before he knew what he was doing he had grabbed the sophomore’s collar and pushed him to the ground.

The rest was a blur, he was kicked out of the game and spent the rest of the time waiting for the game to finish.

He couldn’t blame the little worm for having those thoughts, because he had been having the same ones. His eyes had been glued to you throughout the entire game. The way you shook your pom poms, the intermission dance routine, every jump, split, kick.

This should not be so difficult for him. And he knew he sure was hell should not be having these thoughts. But if he told you, and you rejected him he didn’t know if he could take that. But for the life of him he could not stop thinking about you, about your body. Wondering how you’d look bent over his bed, skirt hiked up around your hips and underwear pushed to the side.

Sitting on the floor outside the gym Eddie only knew one thing for sure, he was going to make you pay, and maybe if he was lucky he was going to make you cry.

“What are you doing now?” Eddie approached you when the gym had cleared out a little bit. “We we’re going to get food to celebrate do you want-”

“Tell them you can’t make it, come with me to mine, get your stuff.” From his tone you could tell this was not a request.

Eddie said nothing the whole drive back to his trailer, he gripped to the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He slammed his car door with such force you worried he might accidentally break it.

“What do you think you are doing? Do you think this is funny?” Eddie asked the second the door to his trailed shut behind you.

“Think what is funny?” You knew exactly what he was talking about, but you couldn’t help but play dumb, because yeah it actually was really fun seeing him this pent up. You figured you had finally pushed him right up to the edge, and you were determined to push him over it.

“Oh that’s cute.” His tone was harsh, but his words were soft. “I think you know exactly what I am talking about.” He was definitely going to make you cry. “Your little bet, the revealing outfits, your showcase during lunch, this!” Eddie gesutered wildly to you, referencing your uniform. “You think all of this is funny?”

“Awe, are you struggling with my little challenge?” You absolutely could not resist teasing him, a part of you desperately needing him to pick up on the hints you were laying down. “Anything I can help you with?”

Then before you could react, your back was pressed up against the wall, Eddie’s hands gripping your hips and his lips crashed against yours.

Teeth and tongues meeting in a desperate, needy, open mouthed kiss. His teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.

“Your little bet has been driving me crazy.” Eddie mumbled to you between desperate kisses. “Haven’t been able to think about anything but you all week sweetheart.” He had used the nickname for you so many times before, but this time, in this setting it was special.

“So what do you say?” Eddie didn’t need to say

“You know part of the bet was no sex right?” You would be lying if you said you didn’t want him, this week hadn’t been easy on you either, and if you were being honest you wanted him, so bad.

“But if I fuck you, then that means we both lose right?” Eddie quipped right back at you, tired of this game the two of you had been playing for so long, he needed you. You couldn’t do anything but nod in response and his lips met yours again.

You could feel the slightest stubble of his chin, indicating that he hadn’t shaved for the past couple of days. And his mouth tasted like that morning's mouthwash and this lunch’s cigarettes.

His hands cupping your face, desperately trying to bring you closer to him despite literally having your body flush against his. Eddie knew he would never be able to get enough of the feeling of your lips against his.

Eddie’s hands slid down your body and snaked beneath your thighs, lifting one of them around his waist, signalling for you to wrap your legs around him which you gladly did. His hands rested against your ass as he started carrying you further inside the trailer and to his room, carefully dropping you on your back onto his bed. Your need for him growing with each painstaking second that passed.

And Eddie was far beyond the point where he wanted you, he needed you, like yesterday.

His fingers grasping at the hem of your cheer top and you responded by lifting your arms above your head. His lips left yours for a moment while he pulled the article of clothing off your body, tossing it somewhere in the trailer. You hissed slightly at the feeling of the cold hair hitting your exposed body.

Eddie took a moment to look at your exposed chest as you were left standing only in your skirt and bra. “Fuck… my imagination fucking sucks.” He whispered before he placed one of his hands on your waist, holding you close to him, the other slowly started exploring your exposed skin. “You tell me if this becomes too much ok?”

You nodded again before he leaned in and kissed the top of one of your breasts. His arm moved around to hold the clasp of your bra between his fingers. “This is in the way.” He laughed against your skin. “You can take it off you know?”

That was all he needed, snapping off your bra and sliding it off your chest. “Beautiful.” He whispered against your skin. His arms moved around you and pulled you into his lap. Letting you straddle his lap.

You playfully tugged at the hem of his shirt trying to signal to him to take it off. “I guess fair is fair.” Eddie laughed and ripped off his shirt to pull it off. The sight of his bare chest in front of you left you speechless for a second. The black ink of his tattoos sneaking along his bare chest and you could see his classic guitar pick

“Enjoying what you see? Because I sure do.” That's when you felt him beneath you, hard and poking against your thigh, the feeling was only turning you on further, the aching in your core becoming increasingly more difficult to withstand.

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you buried your face in Eddie’s shoulder. He gently ran his fingers over you bare back, enjoying the feeling of so much of your skin against his. “We can stop if you want.” Eddie said the words reluctantly, stopping was the last thing he wanted to do in this moment.

“I don’t want to stop.” You mumbled against his skin, and he let out a small sigh of relief. “Just… nervous.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about.” Eddie tangled his fingers in your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back so he could look at you. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

You nodded gently and Eddie captured your lips with his once more, quickly deepening the kiss. His hands tugged at the roots of your hair, and he was rewarded by a small moan that slipped between your lips. He had never heard anything so heavenly before.

Eddie flipped you over, once more resting you on your back and climbing on top of you. He ran his hand down your cheek and grabbed you by the chin, tilting your head back to make eye contact with him before he kissed you again. And he kissed, and kissed, and kissed. Eddie kissed until he was worried he might pass out. His kisses spread and trailed down your body, your jaw, your neck, your collarbones.

He gently nipped at the soft skin with his teeth and ran his tongue over the sore spot apologetically when he heard you whine.

Even though he was desperate for you, and his cock was just aching to be inside of you, he wanted to take his sweet time with you. Because in his mind this might be the only time he got to do this.

Eddie places kisses across your boobs and chuckled to himself as your nippes hardened below his lips. Trailing kisses down your soft stomach before he got to the band of your cheer skirt.

“So what do you say? Gonna let me eat you out?” Had you not been so needy for him the question might have embarrassed you, but right now you couldn’t care and only nodded in response.

“I’m going to keep this on ok?” He said it like a question, but you knew he was only making you aware of his plans. Instead of taking the skirt off he pushed it up to your hips, flipping the fabric up and you immediately clenched your thighs together out of habit.

“No no sweetheart, you’re going to have to let me see.” Eddie whispered as you let him pull your thighs apart, heat rushed to your cheeks as he saw the wet patch that had started growing on your panties. “My god, you’re already so wet.”

Eddie ran his index finger over your panties, slowly dragging them over the damp spot you had created. “You know these are my favourite colour right?”

Of course you did, they were black. He leaned in closer, his warm breath so close to where you were most sensitive sent goose bumps across your skin.

“But- forgive me as I think they would look better on the floor.” Eddie’s fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of your panties and tore them off your legs quickly, removing them in one swift motion before readjusting himself in front of you.

His hands rested on your thighs and you could feel the cold bite of his rings against your flushed skin. Eddie placed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, a sigh leaving your lips as he did.

“You’re already so excited for me… so perfect.” Eddie didn’t give you any warning as he leaned in and ran his tongue through your soaked folds, the sudden movement making your thighs stiffen up and you squirmed beneath his touch as Eddie slowly started sucking at your clit.

Eddie looked up at you from between your thighs as he slowly started working you over. God the look on your face was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. Your eyes closed, head thrown back into the pillow, eyebrows knitted tightly together as praises with his name spilled from your lips.

His tongue dipped in and out, circling and sucking at your folds and clit. Each moan and whimper that fell from your lips just edged him on further. He loved hearing his own name spill from your lips like it was a prayer to a god.

He would never be able to get enough of this, so for now he would have to make it count.

Your back arched from the bed and moans spilled from your lips as he continued to toy with you. Eddie moved one of his hands onto your stomach and pressed you back down against the bed. He showed no sign of slowing down. Your thigh started to tremble ever so slightly under his hand as he ate you out. “Eddie I’m gonna cum.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt yourself coming dangerously close to your release.

“No no no no, you can’t come just yet.” Eddie pulled away just a couple of inches from your soppy heat and a whine left your lips as he placed another kiss against the inside of your thigh. “A couple more minutes, you owe me that for all the teasing you’ve been doing.” He practically demanded.

“I- I can’t.” You managed to croak out.

“Yes you can, come on be good for me.” With that Eddie went back to feasting on her, sucking harder at your clit making you whimper louder.

“Eddie.” You moaned his name louder this time and felt herself approach the edge of your orgasm once more. “Just one more minute, focus now.” He mumbled directly against your pussy and the vibrations were almost too much for you to handle.

Eddie pressed a finger against your leaking entrance, gently circling it with his index finger, almost warning you of what was to come. Before you could react he pushed his finger into you and he groaned as he felt how tight you were around it, only imagining what it would be like to fuck you later. Eddie smirked as he found your g-spot, ever so slightly curling his finger against it, making your hips jerk forward.

“Come on sweetheart, cum for me.” He finally whispered, his face not leaving your pussy as he spoke. You didn’t need any more encouragement, letting your orgasm wash over you. You clenched around his finger and your eyes slid shut tightly as you rode your high. Eddie was still working you over, slipping in another finger at the tail end of your orgasm, wanting to drag it out for as long as he could.

Eddie’s own hips had been grinding against his mattress, your moans driving him crazy as he craved for his own release. He pulled away from between your legs and said something you couldn’t comprehend. Your mind was clouded by the post orgasm pleasure, chest heaving up and down as beads of sweat formed along your skin.

“What-” You finally said when your mind had cleared just a little bit more. Your brain was completely foggy and you were struggling to think straight.

Eddie tipped your head back and kissed you again, not caring where his mouth had been just moments before.

“May I fuck you now?” He mumbled against your skin, kissing down your neck and jaw, admiring the work he had done earlier. He savoured the touch of your salty skin against his lips and tongue. “Please, I need to fuck you.” A skirk spread across your face as you heard him say please, and you finally realised that he was just as desperate for you as you were for him. Noticing how hard he was and how he had been grinding himself against the bed, desperate for any form of friction or relief.

You nodded excitedly and tugged at his hair so he would get the hint. Eddie smiled widely at her, grabbing your hips and turning you over so your stomach laid against the mattress.

He shuffled off the bed and let the rest of his clothes drop to the floor, and he reached over to his bedside table to grab a condom and the bottle of lube. You tried to turn your head to look at him but he grabbed you by the base of your neck and pushed you back into the pillow. “Stay right there.” He commanded.

He ran his hand up and down the length of his cock a couple of times, groans spilling from his lips that made you desperate to have him fill you up. It didn’t take him long to roll the condom down the length of him.

Eddie ran the head of his cock through your folds, letting your slit coat him. “You ready sweetheart?”

You were just about to open your mouth as he pushed into you, making a loud moan spill from your lips instead. He pushed into you with the slightest amount of force, bottoming out almost instantly, letting his hips still against yours for a moment as he got used to the feeling of you. It was nothing short of heavenly.

“Whoops- seems like you were too slow there.” Eddie said as he slowly pulled back, almost slipping out of you before thrusting back in. The pleasure welled inside you as Eddie started to establish a painstakingly slow pace.

Skin slapped against skin as Eddie kept up his almost brutal thrusts. You were already sensitive from your first orgasm and quickly lost the ability to form any sort of coherent sentences. “God- fuck-” The words you managed to get out were muffled into the pillow, Eddie still kept one hand at the back of your neck keeping you in the position he wanted.

“God isn’t the person you want to be praying to right now sweetheart.” Eddie chuckled as he thrusted into you again. His hand came down and smacked your ass just enough so it would sting. “Such a pretty ass.” Eddie murmured.

He had slowly picked up the pace of his thrusts, the feeling of you around him was intense. You was so tight, and warm, and wet. It was perfect, and he was already struggling to hold on.

Your breaths hitched as he continiued to fuck you, sweat beading across your back and you were sure Eddie had fucked the ability to speak out of you already. You were putty in his hands.

“So tight… and wet… and all fucking mine.” At this point his hips were slamming against yours, and the sound echoed around his small room. Grunts and swears fell from Eddie’s lips as he fucked you.

You were a moaning and whimpering mess beneath him as Eddie fucked you into the mattress. He quickly came to love seeing you this way, so helpless and completely at his disposal to use however he pleased.

It didn’t take long for either of you to feel the familiar pleasure rising in your bodies, threatening to spill over any second. Eddie leaned down so his chest was flush with your back, and he whispered against the shell of your ear.

“Come on now darling, beg for me to let you cum on my cock.” His words almost did it for you , almost too much to handle and nearly tipped you over the edge then and there.

Your mind was so clouded with pleasure that you could barely form the words he wanted to hear, but slowly and surely they started spilling from your lips.

“Please Eddie please- please let me cum.”

“There is that pretty voice of yours.” You could hear his smug grin in the tone of his voice. He was still pounding into you at a relentless pace, chasing his own orgasm. “Cum for me, go on princess cum on my cock.”

You didn’t need much more than that, with a couple more thrusts from Eddie your second orgasm of the night took hold of your body and you cried out. Moans and whimpers entwined on your lips and you could swear you were screaming his name.

Clenching around him sporadically as you came around his cock. As Eddie felt you cum he felt his own orgasm approaching quickly and it didn’t take long before he was coming too. But he refused to stop fucking you as he did. Fucking them both through their orgasms.

Eddie collapsed on the bed next to you as they both slowly dwindled down from their highs, close enough to be breathing the same air. Your body had gone limp against the sheets and you were convinced you would never walk again.

You felt Eddie’s arms around you, pulling your weak body against his and pulling the blanket around you.

“If I knew you were that good in bed I would have let you fuck me years ago?” You mumbled directly into his chest, a little embarrassed to finally be admitting it.

“Years?” Eddie looked at you questioningly, one eyebrow raised and you only nodded in response. “Spring break sophomore year to be exact.” You whispered against his chest.

“We went swimming at the quarry, you had just gotten your first chest tattoo and I could not stop staring at it.”

Eddie laughed softly and pulled you in closer, he remembered that day so well, but for other reasons.

“You know, that was the first time I saw you in a bikini and I couldn’t stop staring at your tits.”

“Perv.” You joked and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.

Neither of them said anything for a minute, only laying there in the mess of Eddie Munsons bedroom tangled in each other's limbs, enjoying your post orgasm haze.

“So I suppose we both had a bet we lost.” Eddie said and you peeked up at him from where you were laying, as your eyes met his you both burst out laughing, not being able to help yourselves. “I suppose we did, what were you gonna give me if you lost?”

“Oh I was gonna give you a free ride with yours truly.”

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EPISODE 10!!!!!!!!!!! THE FINALE: THE SUMMER VACATION!!!!!

I AM FUCKING MELTING!!!!!!!!

AND YOU CAN TAKE A PIC WITH JESUS CHRIST! NOOOOO VAN GOGH!!!! You wanna ride Lincoln's log? OH COME ON WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE TRAINS???? i know that the underground railway wasn't underground or a railway but- OH IM SORRY FUCK YOU TOO

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Confucius with beard and moustache? Let's gooooo!!!!

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OH so the intro isnt going to be the magestic sound we just heard??

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The themes have the same initials!! I love it!!

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WAIT WAIT

WHAT ISLAND IS THIS ONE?????

you didn't get Confucius yet?/Abe was closest to you?

INTERESTING/IN WHAT WAY

JIJIJIJI JAJJAJAJA!!

I'm glad they aknowledge Topher being Joan's friend rather than Abe's- anyways this is how joanpher can still win-

ooooo how considerate~~THE HISTORICAL JOKES ARE SO GOOD!!!JFRRIET!!!!!!!!

ssssssss ooooooo my knees dont work~~~~ yes YESSS YEESSSS

YEEEEESSSSSS!!!!

YES! I WAS SO RIGHT! I AM SO RIGHT ABOUT HIM!!!! YOUR ANGST RIDDEN ASS DON'T UNDERSTAND TOPHER... no no... Y'ALL DON'T UNDERSTAND CHRISTOPHER LIKE I DO! He doesnt hate himself! He doesnt hate being the clone of an eViL colonizer or whatever! HE LOVES IT! HE LOVES HIMSELF! HE LOVES BEING HIMSELF!!! HE WANTS TO BE HIMSELF AND BE PROUD AND SUPER ANNOYING ABOUT IT!! And he can be Christopher Columbus here and make people happy..... he makes me happy.............but if you dont leave you will die and thats no good, i promise that you'll find a place to be yourself or something i love youuuuu, i love him soooo muchhhh yknow~

Oh look, I can salivate again! Maybe I can EAT something for once....!

Hahahhaha even the trash can died lol

GAAASSSPPP!!!! WHERE IS THIS ALL COFFEE COMING FROM??

ok smartass, do you have a time machine that can comfirm us if that's a racist costume or an accurate portrayal of the real Confucius? eh? concha de tu madreeee.......

i love this kind of jokes sjksjskjksjkjskj

there was also one like that in the columbus ride lolol, it was so unsafe, just like the Ital Park~~ sighhhh♥

lmao i dont know if they're happy that they saved him or that the FUCKING TRAITOR is FUCKING DYING!!! MMMMMMMMMM

but if Christopher is happy then I'm happy ^^

JFRRIET LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

NOOOOOO HE ATE THE OVERPRICED CHURRO!!!

ok this is the last one, it can only mean one thing!

Aww the cheesy line bout destiny and nothing is written in stone and yadda yadda~~ go read afterschool charisma~~

♪CAN WE START, START... OVER♫♫♫ IT'S ALL OVER~~!

Rating: TO BE CONTINUED...?!$@#;)/10!

Topher Bus *sigh siiigh* has appeared on screen... for 51 seconds. A total of 6:15 minutes..........let's go to bed, the fan is turned on.

#clone high #liveblogging #clone high season 3

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voidju1cebox · 10 months

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you know what fuck it, miles g. (prowler miles) headcanons (this will be general, maybe later i will make some x reader because im gay it sounds fun)

he would eat rice with avocado

he can make the TASTIEST FOOD IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, like, you ain't gonna come tell me he wouldn't make food for his mom

in that same line of thought: his mom and him would have 'leftover days' which, as the name implies, is a day (usually a weekend day) where you eat the left over food

while e1610 miles has a bit of a more chaotic but functional work space, e42 miles would have a much more organized workspace (when not in use)

ok so rio mentions comics-con so in my heart he is still a nerd

straight As, (i like the idea that he still goes to a fancy school) he wants to not only show he deserves his place at the school, he also wants to make sure he doesn't put more stress on his mom :(

he would still go to vision academy (or whatever his equivalent is). he would have applied because his mom wanted him to have a good future, at first he wasn't really planing to go even if he managed to pass the entrance exam but when he did he was offered a scholarship so there were no more excuses not to

he is much more serious and quiet in class, he wouldn't have many friends if any at all because he wouldn't seem super approachable

not a head canon but: im not sure if he would take any art classes like e1610 miles, on one hand, his mom would encourage him to use all the tools and things the school is offering, on the other, he would probably not have enough time to do so because of his prowler things

e1610 miles: art and quantum physics e42 miles: art and robotics (or something along those lines)

this guy will NOT stand disrespect towards women. his mom is rio morales and i guarantee she would not stand his son being disrespectful

after his father died he would get in a lot of fights both because he needed a way to cope and he felt like he needed to show the world and himself that he was strong enough to protect his loved ones

i like the idea that he is either; friends with Gankee, or, they used to be friends but distanced

ok, so im not sure when exactly he would have become the prowler, but i think that at first he would have done it alone; shitty suit that doesnt really protect him and only really works to mask identity, very limited gear if any at all, probs used like blunt force weapons (baseball bat)

his uncle notices that miles had started to get bruises again and notices that rio looks more stressed so he assumes miles is picking fights again, so he confronts miles. it becomes a bit of an argument nearly fight but miles finally breaks and tells uncle Aaron he is prowler

after uncle aaron accepts that miles is the prowler and "no, i wont stop doing this, this is the way im helping" he agrees to support and help miles in his vigilante endeavors and helps him get stuff to update his suit so he can be safer

:0, he gives his mom little clay or paper flowers, since she doesnt have taht much time to take care of a live one and so she can have a little bit of color in her days

i feel like he is more of a video games nerd than a comics nerd

he sits extremely still, he almost could be mistaken for a statue

sometimes when the house feels way too empty for his comfort he goes to his uncle's to pass time till he calms or for the whole night

his sketchbooks are FILLED, like im talking not only the pages; the covers are filled with doodles, he has receipts and napkins and stuff he has drawn on, he has some pressed flowers both to use as references and to rememeber his moms favourites

his mom helps him with his hair, she learned through a combination of uncle aaron, jeffs side of the family, and of course miles

#this was supposed to be a quick ha asilly post but kmoe its this #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #miles morales #rio morales #miles morales prowler #prowler miles #i dont know how else to tag

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apocryphalantiithesis · 1 month

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small tess & script dump

hellou. This is the beginning of the content farm ehem anyways this is as the title says tess n script doodles from recently:]

Ok erm. Decided I'd put the rest of the stuff here because I'm gonna do. Some unhinged yapping rambling. Be warned.......

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Ok sou this one is. Actually tess as like.a small part of the b sides and rarities cover by the arcade fire woohoo!! Yeah.

This is gonna have a lot of arcade fire yapping because.im not normal about them nor spr 🕊️

Technically NOT the b sides cover but the pictures from neon bible!! I was listening to black mirror whole doing the tess drawing from above and I thought wow some of the lyrics could really y'know. Kinda??? Fit tess if you think about it hard enough. Also imagine. French speaking tess.but that's a different discussion AHEM

If you see a little that's actually ( 🤓🤓) why I wrote black mirror on the bottom of the first tess drawing above.

Yeah. So, Black mirror. So the first verse ehh not a lot BUT..but.

"I walked down to the ocean

After waking from a nightmare

No moon no pale reflection

Black mirror, black mirror"

ok so no reflection?? If we look at it from the spr perspective (wtf am I saying brah ☠️) no reflection we could say is tess loosing himself to the void right.right. like there's no reflection of him because technically he's slowly. Stopping being tess as 1x takes over

"Shot by a security camera

You can't watch your own image

And also look yourself in the eye

Black mirror, black mirror, black mirror"

Ok so more of the above , not your own image ;; 1x controlling him, can't look yourself in the eye ;; him being conscious of what's happening but not.really being able to control

"I know a time is coming

All words will lose their meaning

Please show me something that isn't mine

-But mine is the only kind that I relate to

Le miroir casse,

The mirror casts mon reflet partout

Black mirror, black mirror, black mirror"

I know a time is coming ;; as I said him being kinda conscious of the situation but continuing for the sake of knowledge or whatever, all words will loose their meaning more of the same. And the mirror breaking could be 1x taking over.

"The black mirror knows no reflection

It knows not pride or vanity

It cares not about your dreams

It cares not for your pyramid schemes"

Also big thing; the black mirror here would be 1x,. then the next 3 lines 1x not caring about tess as a person and only using him to have a physical body and do evil stuff later or whatever

Ok an that's it the next few lines are the same and then it repeats lolz

ALSO the original image has a horrid ahh quality so, originally you can't see the details on the clothes like at all but I added because erm. Why not.

ALSO (X2) color picked everything from the og image. Is it cheating? Maybe but I did this mostly for fun rather than for practice so bleeehhgh

NEXT ONE!!!

Reflektor. By the arcade fire. again. and its album cover...

Ok so I'm gonna be honest this drawing is actually from like a while ago last year BUTT I decided it'd be cool to include it here because it's kinda like the b sides one. also I don't remember posting this one ever, it was something I just kinda kept for myself so technically first time ..

ANYWAYS. so

The reflektor album cover is actually (🤓🤓 again) the Orpheus and Eurydice sculpture by Auguste Rodin. Orpheus and Eurydice.

So quick resume for this all to have sense. Orpheus and Eurydice are a Greek myth, basically the get married but Eurydice dies so Orpheus goes to the underground to save her beloved and comes to an agreement with the guy that controls the afterlife, that if he can climb all the way back up with Eurydice behind him, the underground guy will make Eurydice come back to life BUT. Orpheus can't look behind or else Eurydice doesn't live.

However the underground guy makes Eurydice talk and Orpheus turns to look back and looses and Eurydice dies forever and ñañañañañaññaa

SO ONCE AGAIN, from the spr perspective (☠️X2) we could try to make them fit into script and tess, obviously two totally different ahh situations BUT hear me out. Going back to reflektor as an album I want to focus on "It's never over" specifically this part:

"It seems so important now

But you will get over

Seems so important now

But you will get over

And when you get over

And when you get older

Then you will remember

Why it was so important then

Seems like a big deal now

But you will get over

Seems like a big deal now

You will get over

When you get over

When you get older

Then you will discover

That it's never over"

So obviously, script as Orpheus and tess as Eurydice. And that fragment in specific towards script. LIKE THE REST OF THE SONG MAYBE DOESN'T FIT BUT IMAGINE THOSE. VERY SPECIFIC LINES AS TESSLISS ANGST. THINK.ABOUT IT 💔💔

And I know I actually committed like a huge fuck up here because I put the roles backwards 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I did tess as Orpheus and script as Eurydice AND IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE.THE OTHER WAY AROUND 😭😭💔 I honestly don't know why I did it that way back then but huge sigh and bad on my early 2023 self😞😞😞

Ok and putting everything having to do with the myth aside and only looking at the statue itself I guess I did it that way because it could've been tess falling into the void and scriptliss trying to comfort him because yknow. The chapter eight 1x dialogues where it shows interactions between the 2 and all dat stuff.

Looking at it like that it could've fit but. whatever, maybe I'll redo it one day in the not near future with the roles done right, for now here it is

Ok last one isn't gonna be that long of a yapping session.

Lyrics are from "infinitesimal" by mother mother.

Totally off topic but did you know.actually. mother mother are inspired by arcade fire and their album funeral 🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓 are there any mother mother fans here?? eureka enjoyers??? Anywhere?

Not really much context as the other 2, I just thought that part of the song was silly and the way Ryan sings it is how I think script would talk lol

I did all the whiteboards and the 2 tess ones today I am literally in my fucking primeeee!! like 2 decently done drawings with decent rendering in one day?? This is why I'm calling it the content farm my brain is gonna be fueled the entirety of these 2 weeks of vacation 😈.

One last note and also spoiler for my next farm content edition, I was actually gonna q tess drawing with "in the backseat" lyrics and also "Peter pan" and I thought of putting it here but blehh for next time:3

Lastly sorry if there's any typos or if I wrote stuff in broken English 😞I try my best

and that's it!!! If you actually read this I love you :3:3:3:3:333333333 and also I'm sorry

#super paper roblox #paper roblox #scriptliss #tess aract #was this just an excuse to talk about arcade fire and spr at the same time🥺🥺? yes.yes it was #double aA&

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fffrost · 6 months

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Hihi hi!!!! So I think I should make an intro post for myself even though I’ve had this account for a while- specifically I’m gonna cover my stance on nsfw asks and messages because I’ve started getting more varying asks!

Hello! My name is Frost, I go by she/they pronouns. As you may see I’m an artist and I enjoy sharing my art!! I’m an enjoyer of multiple fandoms! Prominently: The Locked Tomb, Mortal Kombat, Star Wars, and a few more! I love talking and interacting with people who enjoy the same things I do ! Feel free to slide into my ask box or dms whenever :)

About using my art:

For phone backgrounds: no credit needed! Have fun (please show me it would make me so happy to see) and go wild- if you’re gonna edit it and put filters and such over it that’s fine!!

For pfps/banners/profiles: fine by me! Please credit me somewhere though!

For edits (musical, video edits or such): if you do this I’ll kiss you. Credit me please still and TAG ME TAG ME I WANNA SEE WHAT YOU MAKE

For edits (editing my art): erm, so long as you don’t draw over like any existing features or whitewash or do weird shit you’re fine. Doodle over them, color my sketches (once again, tag me if you do I’ll cry happy tears) put filters on them make memes- if you reshare my art in any way credit me please!!

Reposting: I’m ok with reposting as long as you credit me!!!

Using: it should be obvious but don’t make any profit off my art. It’s mine, not yours to sell.

That’s all for that!!

Stance for nsfw content is under the cut so I don’t make this too long :)

So recently I’ve gotten some NSFW stuff in my asks which while it’s ok since I’m an adult I just wanna clear things up.

1: do not share your personal experiences with me. I am a stranger online. I don’t know you. Stay safe!!!!! I don’t want to see that stuff, I don’t want to know about your wet dreams!!!

2: if you come into my DMs with nsfw hcs or talking about NSFW content prepare to be blocked. Once again. I’m a stranger. I don’t know you. If we have had conversations and they’ve lead that way it’s ok, but please. Don’t go right off the bat into that.

3: asks. This one is iffy. I’m not a NSFW account but I’m not strictly SFW, I’ll repost suggestive things, I’ll draw suggestive art, but not full on porn. (If you want that you have to go to twitter. Where I don’t post anymore. Or become a close friend on discord.) please don’t send me NSFW asks talking about characters, ships, or any hcs or art. I’m aware I have a large following of varying ages and I want to keep my account safe.

4: regarding if I DO end up posting or reblogging any sort of NSFW content, I will tag it! So filter that out!! If I am posting suggestive art I will label it as such accordingly. If it is NSFW I will put it under a cut with warnings and tags.

I am not mad or upset at any people who asked things with NSFW content- I get it! But please if you want to talk about it so badly with me just DM me- and ask first.

Thank you!!

#oog #intro post!

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codgod · 9 months

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ok im silly and obsessed with your art so i wanted to ask you about it!

i really love your shading on art, the layering and different colors is very well done! do you have any feedback on how to do rendering and shading? cause i know nothing about it

im also curious about your anatomy, its accurate but also very unique between characters! do you mind doodling like... how your format it? u know what i mean???

NEXT I WANT TO ASK! ABOUT YOUR OUTFIT IDEAS!! where do you get your inspiration for those beautiful fucking designs?

on the drawing you made of shrimp mariana being held by charlie, im curious about how you did the filtering to make it like. fuzzy but still clear???

last but not least, what application do you use for drawing, and which pens do you use?

sorry for all the questions but your art is a very big inspiration for me and i want to be as talented as u ^^💦

this got really fucking long and i don’t even know if it’s particularly helpful but LETS GO

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OKAY SO. shading, thing i am apparently accidentally really good at. it’s probably the thing i’ve gotten compliments on the most over the years which is funny because it’s probably the thing i’m Least confident that i can do well. therefore i can’t really give a tutorial but i can give a bunch of disjointed notes

(shown above is my Default Shading, further examples of different lighting below)

everything else under the cut or this is gonna be a mile long

i like using blue for shading, yellow/orange for lighting but generally you can just make them opposite/complimentary colours to each other and that’ll work. cool shadows, warm light or warm shadows, cool light. you get it. that’s a general rule there’s probably exceptions. i will say i hate using purple for shadows but that’s a personal preference (as is every colour i use being so saturated lol)

the orange around the edges is supposed to be subsurface scattering on skin but i put it on all the edges because i like how it looks 👍

yes there’s two different bounce lights. idk why i do this. i also just think it looks nice. i guess the one on the shading layer is more for form and the one on the lighting layer is more for the yk. lighting? anyways the first one is just a lighter version of the shading colour the second one is darker and slightly hue shifted (depending on the lighting scenario — it can be brighter if the situation calls for it)

the reason i don’t just shade around the edges is because it can make things look very flat which is the opposite of what you want when shading. sometimes it can just go on the edges in some specific scenarios but i like my shadows Chunky. basically having it go over the form instead of just along it can help show that form more

top left - night time | top right - bisexual? | bottom left - spotlight i guess? | bottom right - default/daylight again, just wanted to show a shape example

something i’ll also do a lot is have a separate multiply layer that’s just one colour and i’ll throw that over the whole thing to get the base colours correct for the lighting scenario. some people do it by eye but i am lazy so i cheat 👍 often it’ll be the same as the more detailed shadow colour but as with the top right example sometimes it’s different

shadows are either on multiply or linear burn, lights are either on add (glow) or glow dodge. depends on what looks best. same with opacity, i don’t have any real rules there

i also LOVE harsh lighting but that’s just a me thing. UMMM i can’t think of anything else to say

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so next is ANATOMY okay this is also something i’m not super confident with lol but i can give some more disjointed notes by just redlining my own sketches lol

the uuuh “bottom of boobs is 2/3 down the ribs” isn’t technically correct? if ur drawing someone with big boobs and no bra on they’re probably gonna go lower but that’s kinda. where they come out from i guess. i also don’t think the “ribs” i draw are technically accurate but it works for a reference point

arms are a diamond (the shoulder.. muscle.. thing… idk what it’s called) and then some Tapered Tubes idk they’re not super complicated. if you wanna get more into it go google buff people and trace/redline their arms that’s how i learnt orz and uuuh i kinda also have the taking up 2/3 of the ribs but a bit Above. the way i’ve worded that makes no goddamn sense i’m bad at explaining this

ANYWAYS yeah bodies are just shapes if you want ppl to look unique just squash or stretch out the shapes 👍 and also learn actual anatomy stuff that always helps. my final message: learn to draw fat people it is no more difficult than drawing thin people

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OUTFITS i love outfits. i have a pinterest board where a lot of my inspo comes from and it’s a section within a bigger board so ig i’m just giving you my whole inspo board. here (it’s the one called character fashion) (i do not condone art being reposted on pinterest without artists permission just ignore how much i have saved)

pinterest in general is good for outfit design stuff as long as you know where/how to look. u could also try fashion blogs and stuff

ummm a lot of stuff does just come from my own head tho, like based on clothes i like or vaguely inspired by stuff i’ve seen before. if you look through the board you can also see that like i rarely ever copy stuff directly i kinda just use whatever stuff i find as a base to work from. just find stuff you like and go from there i guess, i sometimes like picking a specific subculture or fashion style for a character and seeing what i can make from that (like missa is emo/scene, slime is like some kinda ravecore thing?? idk)

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OKAY i’m assuming you mean like the glowy effect? makes everything look Soft?

(idk if u can even see the difference here orz also ignore how many fuckin layers i use i’m a mess) (the top layer is that catboy missa doodle i did ignore that too)

this is something i do on Most drawings to the point i have an auto action set up for it. duplicate the entire drawing (on csp the easiest way is to just merge visible to new layer), gaussian blur to like ? idk i think it’s 40% or something? i don’t remember, set that layer to soft light and lower the opacity

if that’s NOT what you meant feel free to send a follow up question LOL

OH actually if u mean the colour jitter stuff on the . colours. that’s not a filter i was just using a brush with slight hue jitter on i was Experimenting

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AND FINALLY i use clip studio paint on my ipad and most of the brushes i use on the reg can be found here

favourites are the ones i made (i actually have more of those i need to upload—) and the raz sketch ones 👍 namely raz sketch (thick) with the density turned up a bit from the default, been using that a lot for lineart

#.qna #.jpg #art tips #idk how to tag this #i really hope this is any kind of coherent LOL #where’s that post like ‘don’t ask self taught artists SHIT they don’t know how they did that either’

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