#studio series markers

[shironezuninja]

The fuzzy camera lens on my iPad convinces me that I need a new one soon. Look at the cutout of my first Pokemon poster on the bottom left here.

#layouts #screenshots #photo #cutouts #collages #texts #hobby #habit #digital marker #black marker #drawing on face #james jonah jameson #ultimate spider man #marvel studios #animated series #spider man #classic pokemon anime #pokemon #pokemon poster #Pokemon music cd #cd poster #2.b.a master #jigglypuff #gen 1 pokemon #pokemon meme #juvenile #immature #leave spidey alone #personal handwriting #old habits die hard

[cocojimin]

Flaws&All

↣ pairing: idol!yoongi x gn!reader ↣ genre: established relationship, slight angst, fluff ↣ warnings: alluding to depressive states ↣ word count: ~600 ↣ song inspo: Beyoncé - Flaws and All a/n: hello all! this one-shot is apart of my new series, 'Song Shuffle One-Shots' or SOS where I shuffle my library and write based on the song. hope you all enjoy the first installment.

You catch me when I fall.

Accept me, flaws and all.

And that’s why I love you.

Loving Yoongi has never been an easy road, but it is a road you’d happily trek down without question. 

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Coming into a quiet home was not often a marker for something being amiss. Usually when you got off work or back from an outing, the house would mainly be darkened, save for soft light spilling from underneath a certain door.

Yoongi’s Studio.

Tonight, however, there was no signs of him within the walls of his personal domain. The door was slightly cracked, computer off, no sounds of keyboards or groans of frustration.

Moving slowly through the dark home, you brought light with every wall you touched. Light began to flood the various rooms in search of your lover.

Living Room.

Kitchen.

Studio.

Bedroom.

Brightness revealed the bed, completely made, save for a heap of gray occupying the same side Yoongi usually sleeps on. This particular scene wouldn’t have been a cause for concern if you didn’t know Yoongi inside and out. Around this time, he would either be in his studio finishing up his latest obsession or in the living room, complaining about the show he purposefully turned on.

Head tucked under the gray throw blanket.

Feet incased in the fabric.

Yoongi was in the fetal position, so cocooned from the outside world that he didn’t register you being home, or the lights being turned on. Pulling back the blanket, you finally locked eyes with your lover. Red rimmed and tired, he passed you a soft smile, muscles slightly relaxing as he didn’t have to hold his protection taunt anymore.

“I didn’t hear you come in. I’m sorry about that”, Yoongi spoke through a puff of air.

Carding through his hair, you caught his wandering gaze.

Yoongi has bouts where he falls into himself. 

Drowning in inconsistencies. 

Sometimes silence is key, or maybe comforting words. Other days its soft touches and whispers of incoherent thoughts. Words jumbled together that spell out ‘I Love You’ in every language imaginable.

Tonight, you could tell he need to be grounded through touch.

“Why didn’t you call me, honey boy?”

“Didn’t wanna bother you, you know how I get”, he says as he leans into your touch. “I thought doing this might help”, he chuckles humorlessly, “I just look silly though, don’t I?”.

Shaking your head, you fully unwrap him in more ways than one. Taking in his flaws and insecurities without passing judgement, knowing they all combine to make the amazing human you know and adore.

“You know you can call me for anything”, Yoongi begins to interject, but you quickly stop his incoming ramblings, “I don’t care if you just get a papercut or you just needed me to keep you company, I’ll answer.” Yoongi’s small smile let you know he understood exactly what message you were trying to get across in a less blunt way.

“Come on, honey boy”, rising to your feet, you outstretched your hand. “Let’s go wash the day away, I’ll let you use my new scrub that you like so much.”

Yoongi giggled.

His face lights up as he takes your hand, thanking whatever powers may be for sending him an angel. No matter how many times he sits and ponders on how you continue to love him despite him lacking on days, he can’t figure out what you see. Your belief and love for him never wavers as you continuously reassure him and shows him that he is worth loving.

And that, is why he loves you.

#cocojimin #SOS #song shuffle one-shots #artist: beyonce #bts #bts imagines #bts fic #bts fluff #min yoongi #yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #yoongi fanfic #gn reader #idol!yoongi

[e-dubbc11]

(Hoping this gets in time for the end of your sleepover) Does little raven ever draw on her arms with markers and show her parents her 'tattoos'? I love The Sweetest Pain series💙💙

My darling Nonnie,

Thank you for coming to say hello and for participating in my sleepover. And thank you for reading and loving The Sweetest Pain series.

So of course Little Raven loves to draw on her arms to show her parents her “tattoos!” This was SUCH a good ask and I hope you like what I did here and know that you can stop by my inbox anytime you’d like. ♥️

A Work of Art

Photos are not mine except middle picture in the left hand column. My daughter painted that one. The rest are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff

Word Count: 1.6K-ish

Summary: Little Raven draws a LOT just like her father and she’s also a talented little artist. She has a special picture for Billy when he picks her up from daycare.

Part of The Sweetest Pain Series

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

She was just a toddler but you could tell that she loved to draw.

Sure, give a child pieces of paper and some crayons and they’ll draw pictures for hours if you let them.

But Anna Raven was different.

She concentrated very hard on what she wanted to draw and if it didn’t come out the way she wanted it to, she became very frustrated. She was a perfectionist…like her father. And like you too, to some extent, but Billy was certainly, a perfectionist.

A trait that he definitely passed on to your little miss.

“Hi, Mommy!” Exclaimed Anna as she looked up from the table where she was drawing.

You had left work earlier than usual so you decided to surprise Little Raven and pick her up early from daycare. Sneaking up on her was tough; that little girl had very acute hearing, yet another trait she inherited from her father.

You’d always try and catch her playing with the other kids or drawing at the table. All you had wanted to do was sit and watch her for a minute without her noticing but she always did.

She dropped the blue crayon she was holding and ran over to you. Scooping her up in your arms, you placed her firmly on your hip and kissed her cheek.

“Hi, baby girl! You drawing again?” You asked her.

Anna pointed at the table she was sitting at before you came in.

“I show you!” She said, full of excitement.

Wiggling in your arms to be put down, you set her down on the floor and she took off to pick up the paper she was coloring when you walked in. The paper she handed over to you had a picture of a bird, more accurately, a blue jay.

“You drew this?!” You asked her with raised eyebrows and a wide smile.

Little Raven was swinging her arms back and forth with a big smile on her face when she answered you.

“Uh huh! I give it to Shortcake.” She said.

Shortcake was another artist that worked at Billy’s studio and she was also Anna’s favorite babysitter. Her nickname for Anna was “Little Bird.”

“Well, I think Shortcake will love that, baby.” You said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “You ready to go home? Go see, Daddy?”

There was another picture on the table that she gave to you. It was a picture of a flower but when you looked closely at it, you realized it was a rose…like the tattoo you have on your hand.

“You keep, Mommy.” Said Little Raven.

“For me? Thank you, Anna! You’re so thoughtful.” You said. “I’ll hang it up on the board when we get home, ok?”

“Ok, Mommy. Let’s go!” And she grabbed your hand to head toward the door.

**********

Very few things on earth are more adorable than a three-year-old, fist pumping and singing along with Cherry Bomb from her car seat. The two of you loved to sing along to music in the car while on the way home from daycare.

You had started to cook dinner, when you heard keys in the door. Billy was home.

“Hey beautiful.” He said, walking through the door.

“Hi handsome, hey can you put some soap on my hands? I was just touching raw meat.” You said.

“Can I put my stuff down, first?” Billy asked sarcastically.

“Can you bite me? How long does it take you to put your backpack down, lieutenant?” You said, returning the sarcasm with a smile. “Come kiss me, while you’re at it.”

“Alright, alright. Keep your shirt on, my little firecracker.” He said with a warm smile.

Billy walked over to the kitchen sink, picked up the soap bottle and dispensed a few drops onto your hand. He gently tugged on the back of your hair to tilt your chin up so he could kiss you. Billy always kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in a week.

You definitely didn’t mind.

Billy smiled against your lips while he kissed them; he cupped your cheeks and peppered kisses all over your face.

He was so happy to see you.

“You have a good day, sweet girl?” He asked.

You replied, “Mmmm hmmm. How ‘bout you, my love?”

“Oh, I gotta show you the tattoo I did today, baby.” Said Billy, excitedly.

He pulled out his phone and showed you all of the pictures he took.

“Hey, where’s our mini firecracker? Anna?!” Billy called out.

The two of you heard little footsteps running down the hallway.

“Daddy!!!” Yelled Little Raven.

Billy tossed Anna in the air; her wild dark brown hair blew back away from her face as she fell back into Billy’s arms. With their matching smiles, they greeted each other like they did on any other day.

They were adorable together.

Anna picked up her pictures to show Billy.

“You did this today?” Asked Billy.

Little Raven nodded.

“This one for Shortcake.” She pointed to the bird picture. “And dis one for Mommy.” Anna said, pointing to the picture of the rose.

“Well, where’s my picture?” Billy asked her.

Little Raven shrugged, then said, “I make you one tomorrow.”

You covered your mouth to try and contain your laughter.

Billy narrowed his eyes and playfully said to Anna, “Uh huh, I see. Pictures for Mommy and Shortcake but no pictures for Daddy.”

“You get one tomorrow, Daddy.” She said.

And she toddled off into the other room.

You could see Billy was slightly bothered that he didn’t get a picture.

“Awww, handsome. She said she’d make you one tomorrow. And I did give birth to her, I should get a picture before you.” You said, starting to chuckle.

“Ok, well if I go pick her up tomorrow and she didn’t draw a picture for me, I’m leavin’ her there for the night.” He said, jokingly.

The two of you had a good laugh at that one.

*********

The Next Day

It was Billy’s turn to pick Anna up from daycare and when he pulled into the parking lot, he watched as other parents held their kids’ hands walking down the ramp toward their cars. They asked how their day was before strapping them into their car seats and driving home for the day.

When he walked inside, he didn’t see Anna right away. One of her teachers, Sally, noticed him looking around for Little Raven.

“Hi, Mr. Russo! Sooooo Anna was a little sneak today, got a hold of some markers and well…” Said Sally.

Just as she made mention of the markers, Anna emerged from around the corner where the bathrooms were. She was followed by another one of her teachers, one corner of Little Raven’s mouth curled into a sly smile like she knew she wasn’t supposed to smiling but she did anyway. The exposed skin on her arm was covered in what appeared to be every color of the rainbow and then some.

Anna had done her best to give herself a tattoo sleeve just like you and Billy have. She colored in the flower on her hand and drew more flowers up and down her arm.

Anna saw her father waiting for her. Biting down on his lower lip, Billy tried to keep a straight face and not laugh but it was almost impossible. They should know better not to leave markers out where a toddler could get a hold of them.

Billy bent down as she ran toward him. Covering his mouth so she wouldn’t see him laughing, he asked her, “Anna Raven, what did you do?”

She was laughing a little when she answered him. “I drew a picture for you, Daddy! I want it better but I messed up a little.” She said.

“It’s ok, baby girl. You did a really good job. You made your tattoos look a little like Mommy’s.” Said Billy.

Sally interrupted.

“I’m VERY sorry, Mr. Russo. We should have been paying closer attention.” She said.

Billy wasn’t upset. How could he be? Anna Raven, at almost four years old, was showing an interest in what he did for a living and she really liked it which made his heart swell.

He never thought being a father would make him so happy, so complete, but it did and also made him think about how easily his mother tossed him aside. He was a piece of her and she gave him away like he was an item of clothing that didn’t fit anymore. He didn’t fit in her life and got in the way of what she wanted most.

He couldn’t imagine doing that. Anna was a part of him, he could never outgrow her, and his love for her would always be the perfect fit.

Billy replied. “Oh don’t apologize, please. It will wash off eventually. She didn’t draw on the walls or anything, did she?” He asked.

Anna’s other teacher replied, “Nope, just on herself. She is quite the little artist.”

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and snapped some pictures of his little work of art to send to you.

Your response was,

Well she did say she was going to draw a picture for you today.

And you followed it up with a few shocked face emoji’s.

Laughing at your response, he turned to Anna and said, “Come on, little miss. Let’s go show Mommy the picture you drew for me today.”

“She like it, Daddy?” Asked Anna.

Billy kissed her forehead.

“Oh yeah…Mommy will love it.”

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[pansyfemme]

i unfortunately don’t have any questions i just want to hear you talk about art supplies 😔

oh well. thats not particuarly hard to do.

im real hyped because in the ‘my child is autistic and i have zero idea how to shop for him’ manner my mother let me pick my own gifts this year for xmas so i will be in possession of some sennelier oil pastels shortly. ive used them several times before, but theres really no competition. i say this about almost no media because i believe theres something for everyone- but there is one oil pastel brand and its sennelier. working with them will make you feel like you are working with a completly unfamillar medium even if you’ve only ever drawn in oil pastel before. They’re just incredible. incredibly pricy too.. oh well. I’m also planning on picking up a box of Carandache neocolor I. they’re wax pastels, basically crayons but actually good. my mother lives by the Neocolor II, their watersoluable cousin, but i enjoy water resistance as much as i do soluablity. and as someone who works in so much wet media, its nice to work with a sketching media that provides resist as i do not lose or smudge the sketch as heavily. Plus, i love sketching with crayons and other chunky media. Also on my mind is a new lightboard -_- only had my old one for a year and a half before it died.. sigh. I want a bigger, heavy duty one sometime but i do not have the studio space for that.. one day.

In terms of pens, my special interest within a special interest, my kaweco sport is still my baby in terms of writing pens. Used to think i was more of a lamy guy.. but whew! im a convert. Kaweco pens are so well designed it makes my jaw drop sometimes. I just adore them. Love their lead holders too! And no, my brush pen rotation has not changed. I use my kuretake no.40 and kuretake no.13 interchangably.. i do not know better brush pens on the market, they’re just perfect in every way possible. made the switch fully to platimum carbon cartridges about a year ago and i do not regret it one bit, they’re the only ones i’ll use from this point forward. The ink darkness, permenance and waterproofing is just perfect, and it’s given me much less feathering than i had with kuretake, Akashiya (as much as i love akashiya in every other regard) and pentel cartridges. I tell people this all the time, but the ink you put in your pen is as crucial as the pen itself. Akashiya Sai Thinline, of course, is my preferred colored disposable brush pen. just wish the color range was wider! They’re truly special tho, the muted pallete, the fact they’re waterproof, the long thin shape of the bristles.. gorgeous. because of the recent trend of ‘watercolor brush markers’ (big fan, dont get me wrong) its pretty difficult to find colored brush pens that aren’t waterbased. I’ve had a scheme to make my own brush pens someday using my personal ink collection, but that depends on my ability to find a bristle tip body that is leakproof, cheap enough to get several of, and actually retains a point. People rave about just filling aquash style brushes with ink, but those leak.. a LOT. and keeping their tips consistantly wet has a habit of making their sharpness go away, which is fine if you’re painting, not so much for lineart. So. while i do get real autistic trying to find the best brush pens for lineart.. at the end of the day, i always end up just hand lining with a paintbrush and ink lol. it’s still the best way. (if you’re curious i normally do my colored lineart in liqutex acrylic ink, specifically the muted colors series because they’re perfect in every way shape and form.)

like i said. not hard to do. it’s like asking me to talk about music. i will, just can’t promise it will be understandable to anyone but me.

#im hyping myself up to focus my efforts on one or two sustained peices rather than a million little peices like usual #i have a potential commission i hope my client is serious about this time because they’ve asked a few times #but if not or even if its small im hoping to start a lifesize nude self portrait in mixed media with a focus on oil pastel lol #ive been having a really strong image of mounting kitchsy tacky patterned fabric on wood panel and then painting totally over it nearly #obscuring it.. kinda like how artists tone their canvas but pattern

[aluminapaint]

Hi there! I'm alumina, I'm a self-taught artist from Germany, where I'm currently studying translation. I'm in my mid-twenties and I've been making art ever since I was little. My preferred media for traditional art is pencils. Occasionally I use markers as well, but pencils are my favorite. I also do clay art and usually color the sculptures with acrylics! For digital art I use Clip Studio Paint and I work with an XPPen tablet. I also make animations from time to time. I make original art with original characters, and I also do fan art! Some games I like are Dragon Age, Silent Hill, Baldur's Gate. I like DnD and other TTRPGs. Animes/mangas I enjoy are (among others) Chainsaw Man and Demon Slayer, and aside from that I'm a very big shoujo enjoyer. I LOVE Jurassic Park, LOTR/The Hobbit, the Northern Light series and Yellowjackets. What I will absolutely not draw are 1nc3st and problematic age gaps. I'm looking forward to sharing my art with you in the future!

#art #artists on tumblr #digital artist #small artist #self portrait #new art blog #my art #dnd #dnd art #dragon age

[emotional-support-waterbottle]

the series continues! I was originally going to make Zeno summer but I like his more somber, contemplative side, so I chose autumn for him.

supplies: pencil sketch, alcohol marker, fineliners, clip studio

#akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #akatsuki no yona fanart #zeno

[sentimental-idiot25]

{thank you @churiahna for this request}

{sasusaku modern actor au}

"Hey, the scene's no biggie, right?" she playfully nudged his shoulder as they strolled back to their set chairs from the coffee station in the studio.

"But it kinda sucks that your character tried to kill mine," Sakura's actress smirked, taking a sip of her coffee.

Sasuke's actor chuckled, sinking into his chair, anticipating their upcoming scene. "In Sasuke's defense..."

"Oh, come on, I already know!" she interjected, her tone laced with teasing. "I'm practically a Sasuke enthusiast. I actually like his character."

"You never miss a chance to remind me while dissecting his motives," he remarked with amusement.

"Well, it does help you nail those intense scenes, doesn't it?" she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But did you read the pilot script for the next series? They're gonna be married."

"Married...?" Sakura's actress blushed. "Way to spill the beans." She playfully gave his arm a push.

"You didn't read the script?" he asked, amused.

"Nope, don't tell anyone," she giggled. "Besides, didn't they just mail it like two days ago? We're not even done with this show, so it's all good."

"What do you think about Sasuke and Sakura being together?" he inquired.

She smiled and scoffed. "Haven't I been saying it for years? They're the perfect match. Plus, the fans adore us together... I mean, Sakura and Sasuke. They love them together."

"Well, you're not wrong on either count," he sipped his coffee, a smirk on his face.

"What?" Her blush intensified.

"Come on, haven't you heard the uproarious cheers when we're together on the red carpet?" he smirked, gazing at her.

She grinned back. "And you totally play into it," she pointed at him.

He shrugged, the smirk never leaving his face. "It's what the people want."

Sakura's actress playfully rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

One of the director's assistants approached them, reading from his clipboard. "Sakura! Sasuke! Kakashi! Your scene is up!"

Sakura's and Sasuke's actors exchanged glances and burst into laughter, knowing what scene was coming up.

"And these two tying the knot, huh..." Sakura's actress chuckled.

"Well, they're the perfect couple,--" he replied.

"And according to the fanbase, I guess we are too," she teased, before striding onto the battlefield set. Sasuke's actor looked down and laughed before getting out of his chair and following. "Kakashi!" This time the director calling out the character's name, "Where is he?" Sasuke's actor and Sakura's got into their places for the scene, also looking around for their fellow actor. "While we find him, you two practice the Genjustu and Sakura's fall!" The director calls at the two actors on the battlefield set. They both nod. Sasuke get's closer and stands on his marker for his Genjustu scene, which is about a foot away from Sakura's marker. The CGI would do the rushing motion and the coloring change. "You're now gonna put your arm through my chest...Romantic." Sakura's actress said trying to stifle a laugh. Sasuke's actor stepped into a lunge almost and extended his arm and stopped right as he gently his counterpart's sternum. And Sakura's actress fell to down gracefully but with a thud! "Lower!" The assistant director called out. Sasuke's actor looked at the director of the assistant director and back to Sakura. "Between the boobs." Sakura whispered amused at a level so only Sasuke was only able to hear. She began giggling upon seeing the expression on Sasuke's face and used her hand to cover her mouth. "Ah Im sorry!" She called out to the crew on the side. "Okay I'm ready!" She said with a nod to Sasuke's actor. He got back into position and began to lean back so he was back on his marker. And quickly advanced once again to his hand in the middle of Sakura's chest. Or that was the intention... He missed by and inch and hit his fingers on Sakura's right boob with a little too much force for it to be a light tap. "Ow!" She said rubbing her boob. Sasuke crouched down, "Oh my god are you okay?" "Smooth Sasuke!" The director called from the directors chair.

Both of the actors began to laugh and Sakura continued rubbing her chest. "What were you doing-- trying to cop a feel?" She teased again avoiding the boom stick from picking up on their audio.

Sasuke's actor mouth hung open but turned into a smile. "You think I would do that intentionally?" "Next time just ask." She said with a grin. He airily chuckled and licked his upper lip. "I will be sure to remember that." "Kakashi is no where to be found! Let's call it a day ladies and gentlemen!" The director called out through his megaphone. Sasuke's actor stood up and put out his hand with Sakura's actress took and stood up, adjusting her shirt. "Wanna get lunch?" He asks her as she held his hand to stand up. "What like a date?" He laughed, "Sure, we'll give the paparazzi something to write about." "It would be an interesting story to read." "Even more interesting to live through." He smirked at her.

#sentimental idiot25 #sakura #sasuke #SasuSaku #modern headcanons #actor au #sakura x sasuke #pro sasusaku

[pinklemonadeflav]

Shoot

• pt. 1 of See You Around series | pt. 2

His eyes stay trained on your sparkling ones for a few seconds, but he quickly averts them to the camera screen as you continue gushing...

Persona-coded ⍰ : Mingyu, Soobin

☁︎

wc: 1.2k

Crush! College AU, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers (currently strangers), first meeting

<Read under the cut>

"Hi, is this the right place for the uh...photoshoot?"

A soft voice cuts through the chorus blasting from your phone as you work. You whip your head up from the camera bag it was buried in at the unexpected sound; A guy teeters at the studio's entrance with one foot through the doorway, waiting for your response.

He's dressed neatly in a pair of slacks, a loose sweater vest, and a button-up shirt rolled up to his elbows. His look perfectly followed the standardised dress code for the photoshoot, other than his slightly messy hair. Fringe partially obscuring his staring eyes, he waited for your response.

You hastily fumble with the equipment in your hands, switching off the loud music before taking quick steps towards him. A sigh of relief escapes you as you catch the time on the clock, assured that he was early and you weren't technically late in setting up.

"Yes that's right! Sorry, you'll have to wait a few minutes while I get these ready-" You gesture to the set-up, grabbing a whiteboard marker and board from the side to hand to him.

"Just indicate your full name here for the test shot, and we'll get to your portrait!"

---

The subject-to-be had finished scribbling his name five minutes ago and was standing at the side patiently, watching you scurry around the studio. Fixing lights, shifting reflectors, you were alone today as the crew had other tasks to do. You weren't inexperienced at it, but you were still a little nervous handling the task solo.

The shoot was a make-up for the a few weeks ago, where the students would have their portraits included in this semester's induction site, alongside a self-introduction. You were a freshman too, but got dragged into the task last-minute due to the lack of manpower, and they deemed any art student skilled enough to do the job.

The unfamiliar boy peers at your face curiously as you carry on. His lips bend into a small smile as he hums quietly, amused by your frame darting around the room. He quickly catches himself and bites his cheek, feeling bad for finding it funny while you were hard at work.

Of course, you notice none of this as you struggle to reach the tripod's highest knob on your tippy toes. He notices and breaks the silence, "Here, let me help..."

You feel his presence shift up behind you, warm breath slightly gracing your ear as his arm swings up from beside then over your head to assist with the tripod. His frame practically surrounds you, and your breath hitches, body freezing into a statue instinctively. Your face and ears redden slightly against your will at the minimal proximity, but your back was still turned to him, so you blink a few times, keeping a poker face.

He takes a few steps back, and you whip around to utter your thanks, only to be met with his chest in front of you. Awkwardly clearing your throat, you scan his tiny handwriting on the whiteboard and read it out, "Thanks for the help..._____?"

"Sure, happy to help!"

He beams brightly at you, and you avert your gaze, face flushing again. Something stirs in his chest at your reaction, but before he can think more about it, you interrupt him by directing him to sit on the modelling stool.

---

Your self-assigned 'mission' as a volunteer on the photography team was to capture people in their most flattering, authentic self possible. You cringed thinking back on the awkward grins or regrets you yourself had in your old yearbooks. Since this make-up photography session was only for a few people, and it was still early in the day, you figured you could take your time shooting _____.

"Alright _____, I'll count you down and you can just take a deep breath and smile...Three, two, one!"

The shutter sounds as he poses, but the shot is still a little stiff with his tight-lipped smile and crossed arms. He starts to shift himself off the stool, expecting to be finished, but you're not quite satisfied with the picture and stop him.

"Oh-uhm...let's try another pose? Try putting your hand in your pocket and relax a lil' more."

As you're gesturing your explanation to him, your hand bumps into your phone on the table next to you, and the music you were previously playing resumes suddenly. Both of you flinch at the abrupt interruption of silence, and _____ laughs,

"Is this to help me relax?"

You return a flustered smile. Though, you realise he's right. You hadn't realised the tension you were holding working amidst the silence a few moments ago, and the music blasting now was starting to calm your nerves. He didn't seem to mind the music, and was actually starting to tap his foot gently to the beat. You could see his stature start to relax too.

"Okay, let's try this again!" You quickly seize the opportunity and count him down again, more confidently this time, and click the shutter.

Caught a little off-guard, his captured smile actually seems to look more candid as he has no time to overthink it. Eyes smiling and lips slightly parted yet upturned, his expression glowed. You're surprised at how well his photo turned out with the sly tactic. You gasp and whip the camera off its tripod, turning the screen to show him the result.

"Oh my god look!! It turned out pretty nice, you look great!"

_____'s eyebrows shoot up at your sudden compliment, not even looking at the photo yet but at your reaction and how earnest you seem. His eyes stay trained on your sparkling ones for a few seconds, but he quickly averts them to the camera screen as you continue gushing,

"I'm not exaggerating, I really like how it turned out!" Caught up in the satisfactory turnout despite your initial nerves, you lose your filter and any shyness you held.

"Y-yea thanks, I'm really fine with anything, you can go ahead and use that shot."

"Alrighty, you'll receive the photo through email by the end of this week when we're done with everyone's pictures. Thank for coming down!"

You deliver the instructions all while still gazing at the photo. You don't notice his face start to redden as he gets down from the stool and picks up his bag to leave. He mutters, "You're really staring a hole into my picture, huh?"

Caught up in the photo, you don't quite hear him. His blush deepens at your non-response.

Thank god for the dim room.

He clears his throat, and speaks up a little louder over the music, "Well, thanks again. See you around?"

You finally turn to face him, flashing a bright smile and thumbs up in response, and he quickly turns and leaves the room. As the door closes behind him, he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He shakes his head and scurries off to his next appointment.

Meanwhile, you realise a few minutes too late that you forgot something.

Shoot, I forgot to get his contact to forward him his photo.

Maybe you would get another opportunity in the future.

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Thanks for reading! I'm very much a fan of wholesome and slow burns so you're in for a long ride...but I hope I can make it a good one. I write these when the mood hits me, so updates will be pretty sporadic. Till next time~

#crush x reader #friends to lovers #pinklemonseeyouaround #college au #svt #seventeen #seventeen fluff #mingyu #mingyu fluff #mingyu x reader #svt series #seventeen series #txt #txt fluff #soobin #soobin x reader #soobin fluff #fluff

[jimblejamblewritings]

the imprint or the blood singer | part 5.

Summary: Y/N Black. All about La Push. Shy girl unless you get to know her. Not one to make friends easily despite the fact that she very well could. Friends with her brother’s friends until one Bella Swan comes back to town.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light smut

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Embry Call x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You and Embry both ran back up the beach, grabbing your stuff before making your way back to your house. Jacob was in the garage when you two entered, working on an old Volkswagen Beetle.

The car was yours or was going to be yours. Jacob made money fixing up cars and bikes and one client who constantly went to him for different bike repairs gifted him the old car having no use for it. Jake was going to sell off the parts until he saw you eyeing the car. He decided the parts wouldn’t be too hard to acquire and made the car your next birthday present.

You and Jacob shared the garage. Billy’s house wasn’t big. In fact, before Rebecca and Rachel left you shared a room with Jake. Billy felt bad he didn’t have much space for his growing children.

After his accident moving into a bigger space was out of the question, he didn’t have a proper job anymore only doing desk work at the fishing docks. The money Jacob made was Jacob’s, Billy had to keep reminding his son everytime Jacob tried to sneak money into his wallet. Because of that you and Jacob didn’t complain but chose to share the garage. It was mainly Jake’s, parts and automobiles took up lots of space. But the back left corner was yours to be your art studio.

“Hey, Jake.”

You left the garage door up so natural light could come in, also to look at the rain coming down.

“Rain ruined your plans? I’ll order us all something to eat. Grandma’s?”

“You know it.”

You changed into a spare set of paint covered sweats and brought out a mini heater for Embry. You guided him to sit on the chair— the chair was really just a tire with blankets and a pillow. The initial sketching of Embry in your sketchpad didn’t take much time, you had already drawn him before in class the second time around was easier.

You paused for a dinner break. Jacob rolled his eyes as Embry took your phone to take pictures of you and you attempted to hide. If anyone was going to date his sister he was glad it was a boy he trusted like his friend. But if you were going to act like this he would only hang out with the two of you separately. Embry stopped when your phone lit up.

“It’s Bella Swan.”

“Hmm?” you took your phone. “Bella? Bella… okay stop yelling, what’s going on? Charlie? Phoenix, Bella where are you… okay. Call me later, please.”

“What was that?” Embry asked as you hung up.

“I’m not very sure. The only thing I got was to check on Uncle Charlie in a couple of days. I think she’s visiting her mother.”

Jacob laughed. “Doesn’t trust Charlie on his own. Don’t blame her, the only thing he can cook is fish.”

You chuckled in agreeance. You went back to your sketchpad, spending the rest of your time with Embry color matching the correct markers to his skin tone so you could color it in later.

“So do I get a picture too?” Jacob asked as he cleaned the garage a bit.

“Only cause you’re fixing me a car.”

“Aww she does love her brother.”

You tried to push Jacob away as he tried to hug you.

~~

“She fell down two flights of stairs?” you asked in disbelief.

You were at Forks’ Hospital. Bella had been taken to the hospital in Phoenix and after her immediate stabilization transferred to Forks where Dr. Cullen could take of her better. You were sitting cross-legged on one end of a bench in the hallway eating cereal from the hospital cafeteria, Edward sat across from you on the other side. He nodded in answer to your question.

“And through the window? I knew she was clumsy but I didn’t know it was that bad. She’s okay though?”

“She’s fine. Carlisle said once the initial blood loss was stabilized the real danger was over. She has a broken arm, needs to wear a cast now.”

You nodded while taking another spoonful of cereal. You were glad your friend was going to be mostly okay. You looked out the window above the bench at the overcast day.

“I know you’re reading my mind.” You smiled as Edward quickly flitted his eyes in another direction. “You stare a little too hard when you do.”

“I’m sorry. I really try not to when it comes to you; but your thoughts are so nice. And very easily come to me.”

“Come to you?”

“Hold your hand up.”

You transferred the cereal bowl to your left hand and held out your right. Edward pressed his palm against yours. A smile threatened to pull at his lips as you tried not to shiver at how cold he was.

“It’s taken me many years to filter out people’s thoughts. I used to only hear one mind and then when I could hear multiple at once I couldn’t filter it out. Once I learned how it became easy. Most people’s minds are like this with me. But very few people, my family…”

Edward interlocked his fingers with yours.

“You… are like this. Your mind is connected with mine. I cannot stop your thoughts from entering my head if I wanted to.”

“Why me?”

Edward didn’t answer you. He slowly pulled his hand away. To explain to you why your mind was so connected to his would be to explain everything. Edward watched you eat another bite of cereal. He watched the bite you swallowed move down your throat. His thirst came back as he looked at your neck. He could hear your heartbeat. Edward had to control himself. He bit his tongue to ignore the instinct.

You are hers, the voice in the back of his head rang.

Edward forced himself to tear his gaze away from your throat and back to your face; but he still couldn’t look at your eyes. He was looking at your lips instead.

“What?” you asked.

“You have a little…”

Edward reached out with his thumb to swipe at the drop of milk that caught in the corner of your mouth. He couldn’t help himself. With his hand on your face he could feel the blood underneath your skin calling out to you. Edward leaned in close and carefully pressed his lips to yours, afraid if he pushed too much he’d bite you. You melted into it slightly before quickly pulling away.

“What are you doing?”

“I—”

You stood up from the bench and shoved the bowl of cereal in Edward’s hands.

“I— I’m with Embry now. You have Bella, you’re taking her to prom. You’re with her we can’t.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Edward lied. He wasn’t sorry at all.

“I should go. I’ll see you at lunch.”

You touched your fingers to your lips. Edward didn’t want to admit but he was proud as he read your thoughts. Everything in those few seconds was different than any kiss with Embry. You wanted more and he regretted nothing. Almost, nothing. The only problem with kissing you was he wanted more. He had a taste of his blood singer and he needed the whole thing.

~~

Everyone looked confused as Jacob got up from the couch. It wasn’t UFC Night at Embry’s but anime at Quil’s, not by choice at first. Ms. Call was in a book club and as much as she loved you all over, it was finally her turn to host the ladies so you were kicked out.

The only place you were all allowed to go was Quil’s. Your dad and Seth’s were over at Charlie’s forto watch a basketball game. Quil’s was the only place where an adult would be. Everyone agreed once they realized the adult was his grandfather, his mom was in the book club. Embry removed a hand from your waist to pick up the remote and pause the show.

“Dude, where you going? You’re going to miss the best parts.”

“Dad asked me before he left to deliver a message to Bella.”

“Bella?” you asked confused. If your dad wanted you to get a message to Bella you wondered why he didn’t just ask you.

Jacob held up a twenty dollar bill.

“Something about breaking up with her boyfriend. Don’t really care, easiest twenty ever made.”

“You want us to pause the show?” Seth asked.

“Nah, you guys keep watching. I’ll be back in a minute anyway.”

(Part 6)...

#edward cullen x black!reader #edward cullen x reader #embry call x reader #embry call x black!reader #twilight fic

[zakubabbles]

Supplies

Tried to make a list of some supplies I use for my twitch stream and thought I'd share. ----------

A lot of my supplies and/ or equipment are old and I've forgotten where I bought them, but I will do my best to link to what I can remember.

TRADITIONAL

Pentel Fude Brush Pen Extra Fine

Faber Castell Pens

Sakura Micron Pens

Prismacolor Double Ended Markers

Prismacolor Premier Colorpencils

Copic Sketch Markers

Dr. P.H. Martin's India Ink

Elmer's Paint Markers

Grumbacher Watercolors

Winsor & Newton Watercolors

TOYS/ MINIATURES/ DOLLS

Prismacolor Watercolor Pencils

Mungyo Soft Pastels

Rembrandt Soft Pastels

Citadel

Army Painter

Green Stuff World

Acrylics Vallejo

Reaper Miniatures, Master Series

Tamiya Paints

Mr. Hobby Mr. Super Clear

DIGITAL

Adobe Photoshop

Manga Studio

Fire Alpaca*

Krita*

Photopea*

Wacom Graphire CTE-430/B

* = Free programs

#supplies #materials #paints #art supplies

[jerzwriter]

Long Time Coming

Book:                    Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing:                 Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan)

Rating:                  Explicit/NSFW This fic contains explicit sexual content and is intended for those who are 18 + Only

Warnings:             Alcohol consumption,  explicit sexual content

Category:             Fluffy-ish Smut

Summary:            Kaycee and Ethan have been looking forward to this night for a long time, but when things go wrong, Kaycee drowns her sorrows...can they salvage the night?

Words:                 3331

A/N:                      I combined a couple recent asks, this one from @mvalentine​ for Ethan’s reaction to a drunk Kaycee telling him she has a boyfriend, and also several who were looking for them to have “WE NEED TO DO THIS ALREADY!” sex after the birth of their daughter. Well, here it is! I hope you enjoy it (these two sure did!)

 @choices-september-challenge-blog​ Day 21 – “Welcome Home”

My Masterlist

 CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go.

Rose and David picked Emma up hours ago and were now holed up in Naveen’s Cambridge home. Alan would join them tomorrow, and the four doting grandparents would probably spoil their precious baby granddaughter beyond repair this weekend.

The first weekend away from a new baby is never easy, but once their nerves settled, Ethan and Kaycee began counting the days. Emma filled their world with joy, but the opportunity to just be them again for forty-eight glorious hours was an opportunity they could not resist. Especially now.  

Kaycee got the green light from Dr. Collado last week. Despite her exhaustion, she bolted home, intent on jumping her husband the moment she walked through the door. It had been months… an absolute eternity! But complications late in her pregnancy and post-partum healing required abstaining, and she was anxious to put those days in the past.

But as she swung the door open, a bleary-eyed Ethan was pacing warily across the room. Kaycee saw the desperation in his eyes as he jiggled their screeching baby in his arms. Extending her own, she tried to calm Emma to no avail. Ethan tried again, and the pattern continued until the adorable little demon finally passed out. The only problem was her equally exhausted parents did too.

They thought they had this in the bag, but it was becoming clear… sex and romance with a newborn in the house would not be easy.  

“So,” Kaycee asked over breakfast the next day, “we’ll both be home by eight. If we can get Emma to sleep by nine, I think we can do it immediately after.”

Ethan placed his coffee mug on the counter with a chuckle.   “We’re penciling each other in for sex now?”

“No! I’m putting you in with permanent marker! Ethan, it’s been months! I’m dying… the only reason I’m not screwing you on this table right now is because we can’t be late for work today.” She looked at her husband with concern. “Wait, you’re eager too. Aren’t you?”

“Yes!” he assured, “I absolutely am. It’s just….”

“It’s just?” Panic began to rise in her chest as terrible thoughts raced in her mind.

“I just don’t want us putting that pressure on ourselves. Because then if we can’t, it becomes a problem.”

She hated when he was so logical. Especially when she was so horny, but she knew he was right. That night ended up being a repeat of the one before. And the next day, Kaycee begged him for a quickie in his office. “Like the old days…” she pleaded. But Mr. Maturity stopped them again.  

“We’ve waited this long. Our parents will have Emma this weekend… after all this time, let’s make it special.”

She relented, and they planned. They would make the entire week one long foreplay session! Teasing each other day and night. The second her parents walked out that door, they’d be naked, and the two-day “fuck-fest USA” would be underway! They stocked up on champagne, wine, and strawberries and planned on ordering in food all weekend long – there was only one thing on the agenda – they couldn’t wait.

Friday night was finally upon them when….

“What do you mean you have to stay late tonight! My parents are getting Emma at six!”

“I know! And you know I want to be there, but this is urgent, Kaycee.”

“Fine,” she sighed, “what time do you think you’ll be home?”

“Eight, the latest.”

“Well,” she groaned, “I guess I can wait two hours. Promise you won’t be a moment later.”

“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.”

At eight o’clock, she reclined on their sofa, her body scantly clad in strips of lace and silk so small, some would say why bother. But the thought of Ethan tearing them off her before they leaped into a refreshing pool after months lost in the desert left her tingling. She poured a glass of wine and waited.

At eight-thirty, with her second glass of wine finished, she tapped anxiously on the glass on her phone. Wanting to reach out to him but knowing she should be patient. She decided to wait.

Nine o’clock. No husband. No call. She considered checking to see if any wild horses were, in fact, loose on the streets of Boston. Her lingerie-clad body was now wrapped in a fleece blanket; these things weren’t made to be worn alone long-term. It felt as if the candlelight, roses, and now empty bottle of wine were mocking her as the night dragged on.   Finally, her phone chimed. But she only needed to see the first line for her head to fling back in frustration.

But the night wasn’t through toying with Kaycee’s emotions. The bar was strangely quiet, so she texted a few friends who promised to be there soon, but they also got stuck at work with emergencies. She needed to associate with people outside the medical field. But she was determined to make the best of it, but the only people she knew were Bob from Accounting and a resident she didn’t recognize who gushed over her entirely too much. Feeling sorry for herself, Kaycee lost count of the number of drinks she ordered.  

Ethan strolled into the nearly empty bar several hours later and found his wife slumped against the wall in the booth she usually shared with her friends. His eyes shifted from her to Reggie, who shook his head with a smile while drying glasses.  

“You couldn’t have cut her off?” Ethan asked, approaching him.

“Hey, the bar wasn’t this empty all night, my friend. I do what I can.”

Without being asked, Reggie placed two large glasses of water before his friend.

“So,” Ethan sighed. “How bad was she.”

“Not too bad. Some amusing dance moves with Bob from Accounting.”

“Oh, God…” Ethan grimaced.

“She may have told me her husband was a jerk for leaving her alone tonight,” Reggie shrugged. “I agreed with her. After all, sometimes that guy can be an asshole.”

Ethan took the glasses and laughed, “Sometime, I’d agree.”

A flurry of emotions coursed through him as he slid in beside his wife. Amusement, endearment, a little bit of guilt. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. As he nudged her awake and pushed the glasses of water in front of her, he promised himself he’d make it up to her during the next two days. But as she began to stir, he understood the gravity of the situation he stumbled upon.

“Wake up, beautiful,” he whispered. “I know you think I’m a toad right now, but I promise one kiss, and I’ll be Prince Charming again.”

Kaycee grimaced as she began to stir, covering her eyes after glimpsing at him.

“Your pickup lines suck!” She groaned. “Do they actually work on anyone?”

“I don’t know,” he chuckled. “I haven’t used them in a while.”

“Good!” she stammered. “But you’ll have to try them on someone else tonight. I have a boyfriend!”

“Oh, you do?” Ethan grinned.

“I do. So go away!”

“You sure you don’t want to replace him? What kind of a boyfriend leaves you alone here on a Friday night?”

“My boyfriend is very important!” she slurred. “He is busy with important things… because he is important. You wouldn’t understand that!”

“No, I guess not,” Ethan replied. He held a straw to her lips and watched as she did her best to sip down some water. “Though I must admit, it’s very upsetting to me to learn that you have a boyfriend.”

“Why?” She spat. “I wouldn’t go out with you anyway.”

“Really? That’s a shame… because you married me.”

Kaycee’s eyes shot open wide as the world came into focus – sort of.

“I married you?”

“Yep. Even had my child,” he laughed, rubbing his nails with pride.

“Was I drunk?” She asked.

“The whole time?” He laughed. “No, you weren't, but you are now. Drink some water. We’re going to get you sobered up.”

An hour later, Reggie approached their booth. “Hey, kids, I don’t want to break up this party, but I’m about to close up.”

“Mmmmhhhh,” Kaycee moaned as she snuggled on Ethan’s shoulder. “I’m not ready to go yet.”

Ethan looked at his friend with an air of desperation.

“You know what,” Reggie said, tossing a key across the table. “If I can’t trust you, who the hell can I trust. Just make sure the place is locked before you leave.”

“You sure?” Ethan asked as Reggie walked away, waving his hand.  

“I’ve got no worries with you, and neither should you, young lady.”

“It’s OK,” Kaycee giggled. “I sober enough to remember he’s my husband again.”

“And so far, she seems to believe that’s a good thing,” Ethan jested.  

She wrapped her arms around him, taking comfort in his familiar scent as he held her close.  

“I’m sorry,” she grimaced, “I had no intention of getting drunk. I didn’t realize pregnancy killed my alcohol tolerance.”

“It’s ok,” he laughed. “Reggie tells me you were stuck with Bob from Accounting, and he’d make anyone want to black out.”

Kaycee laughed as she sat up, her head no longer spinning. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Of course not. But, let’s get you home and ensure you’re well enough for… other things… tomorrow.”

Kaycee met him with a mischievous gaze that had him raising an eyebrow.

“Why put off until tomorrow what you can do today. You know that picture I sent you?”

“As if I could forget.”

“I’m still wearing it.”

“You are?”

“I am,” she smiled, rising to her feet and tugging at her clothes. “Underneath all of this.”

Ethan watched in reverent awe as his wife slowly inched her sweater above her head. Forcing him to wait much longer than necessary.

“What are you doing?”

“We have the bar to ourselves.” Turning around, she peered coquettishly over her shoulder as she dropped her jeans to the floor. “Tell me you haven’t had a fantasy or two about doing this?”

“Kaycee… what if there are security cameras we don’t know about?”

She hoisted herself onto the bar with much more grace than she expected and steadied herself with a playful laugh. With a dramatic show, she spread her legs wide, a barstool supporting each foot as she leaned seductively in toward her bended knees.

“Then I’m about to make one hell of a video, Dr. Ramsey. Now, is it going to be a solo show, or do you care to join me?”

A nervous but tantalizing smile spread on his lips as he rushed to stand before her. Cupping her cheeks in his hands, he stared lustfully into her crystal blue eyes. With one look, she made it painfully clear that she would submit to his every wish. Dizzy with desire, he slid his hand along the outside of her smooth, creamy thighs.

“You’re out of your mind, Kaycee. You know that, right?”

“Perhaps,” she grinned, her hands dipping below his waist and gently stroked his harness as he began to groan. “But it looks like you’re enjoying it.”

“You’re sure you don’t want to go home,” he asked, his hands exploring the bare skin on her torso.

“Ethan, it’s been over four months! I don’t want to wait another second.”

“Thank God,” gasped, his mouth tugging at her ear, “because neither do I.”

Kaycee’s back arched as he held her close, the sensation of his warm mouth trailing down the length of her neck causing her breath to hitch. He stopped at her collarbone, gently kissing and sucking at her delicate skin, before slipping his fingers under the lace cup of her bra. Her body quivered, and a shallow groan escaped as he toyed with her the way only he had ever known how.

“You think you’re the only one who is a little depraved,” he growled as his mouth dropped down to service her breast.

“I never said that,” she gasped, caressing his hair as his tongue swirled around her.

Her hips gyrated on the hardwood surface, her body longing for more of his touch. He bit her nipple lightly, and her eyes clenched shut. “Quite impatient, aren’t we,” he chuckled with a graveled voice.

“Ethan,” she shrieked, voice full of want. “I haven’t had you in four months! I need you.”

“You need me?” he teased, standing, he brought his lips back to hers. His fingers slid under her panties and were saturated with just one touch. Pulling the wetness from her core, he slowly swirled his fingers through her folds, taking great pleasure in watching her lose control before him. She was all his.

“How badly would you say you want me?” he asked, pressing a finger gently inside her.

A broken whimper came from her throat, but words… he didn’t expect her to formulate words, did he? Not with his warm mouth again encircling her nipple and his fingers, now two deep inside, teasing out her pleasure below.

“You didn’t answer me,” he said, teeth tugging at her sensitive peak. “How bad do you want me?”

“So… so bad,” her voice quaked as she shamelessly grinded against his hand, desperate for more. Her eyes shut tight in eager anticipation as unintelligible worlds fell from her lips.

“Would this help?”

A loud shriek filled the air as a third finder thrust deep inside, and he began rocking his hips against her, pushing firmly against her most sensitive spot.

Despite his own mounting pleasure, he smiled in delight as he watched her crumble, her body trembling as she clung desperately to him.

“Come on, beautiful,” he whispered lustfully in her ear. “Let go,” he gasped as his thumb made its way to her swollen clit, pressing hard as he furiously encircled her.

“Ethan… I… I….” she breathed.

“That’s right,” he smiled. “Come for me, precious. I want you to come for me.”

She felt a burst as she clenched around his fingers. So tight he had to fight to keep them working her through. Her head flipped back with a curse as her gasps filled the empty space around them. Ethan again lowered his mouth to her breast, scraping his teeth against her. Her hips lurched off the bar. She pulled him so close she no longer knew where she ended and he began. Her body convulsed with pleasure once more before she went limp. Falling breathlessly onto her elbows behind her.

When her eyes finally opened, she found him staring down at her with wanton lust in his eyes, his hand still lazily tracing circles inside her. His heart raced, and he was certain that he would explode if he didn’t have her soon. Her disheveled hair, flushed skin, and the way her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she gazed up at him with unadulterated bliss. He did that. He did that to the woman he loved most in the world, and now he had to have more.

Without a word, his hands hurried to his waist. She watched as he unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor.  

“Thank God,” Kaycee sighed as she helped remove his shirt. “I was wondering when you were going to get naked with me.”

“You’re not naked,” he groaned.

Kaycee looked down at the whisps of fabric covering her, all pushed to the side so he could access whatever his heart desired.

“Well, I’m hardly clothed,” she giggled.

“It’s still too much.”

She felt his hand grasp the fabric between her legs, then, with a quick snap and burning sensation, her panties joined his pants on the wooden floor.

“Wow! You really go after what you want?” she smiled.

Laying her flat on the bar, his palms pushed her legs apart, then he took her in his arms as he climbed on top of her. A look of longing she had never before seen burned in his eyes. His breath was now coming in pants, and he pulled her in for another kiss.

“You know the only thing I want is you.”

“Then have me,” she purred, lowering her hands to spread her lips for him.

With a guttural groan, Ethan softly pushed inside her, slowly at first, to ensure she was all right, but also so he could relish every second as her silky walls enveloped him, squeezing against him, welcoming him back home. A curse escaped him when she took him in completely.  

“Kaycee,” he gasped. “Are you OK?”

“I’d be better if you were fucking me,” she said with a sexy grin.

Then she watched as his eyes turned dark. Something feral awakened inside. Permission had been granted; now, he was taking what he needed, all he desired… she was his. Each thrust was deep, desperate, longing to fill a need that had gone too long unfulfilled. The mix of pleasure and pain as her nails scraped the length of his back and the beautiful noises escaping her brought him closer and closer to the edge.

She gazed up at him adoringly as she felt her own pleasure beginning to crest once more, beads of his sweat splashing onto her bare skin. She lifted her legs, and he helped her shift her heels above his shoulders; they both gasped as he filled her again, deeper, harder, faster than before. She cried out as ecstasy overtook her.

“Ethan….” her voice quivered, ‘Ethan… I….”

“Say my name, baby… say my name for me.”

“I… I… can… I….”

“Say it!” he hissed through clenched teeth as she arched her back up, pressing against him as she met him, move for move.

Her eyes fluttered shut as the world flashed bright white around her, ripples of unabashed pleasure racing through every inch of her body.  

“ETHAN!” she cried as she squeezed tightly around him.

“That’s my girl,” he gasped as he began to jerk on top of her.  

“KAYCEE!” He screamed as he came to his own release, spilling deep inside her.

 They didn’t know how long they lay atop the wooden bar. Both spent Ethan’s head rested upon her breast. Feeling drunker than she had before, Kaycee mindlessly twirled his sweat-soaked. Leaning over, she kissed his forehead with a smirk on her lips.  

“Welcome home,” she whispered as he chuckled against her.

“It’s good to be home,” he smiled.  

“Well, not exactly home, more like at our favorite bar.”

“You know what I mean,” he teased as he rose to his elbows and looked her in the face. “That was….”

“Well worth the wait.”

“You can say that again,” he concurred.

“So, have you ever thought about doing it on this bar?”

“There aren’t many places I haven’t envisioned doing this to you,” he grinned, “But I thought we would at least have done it in front of my spot.”

“Aw,” Casey whined, twisting her neck to look at Ethan’s chair. “Well, we can do it there later if you want. After we recover a bit.”

“As delightful as that sounds, why don’t we clean up here and go home? There are several softer surfaces I’d like to explore with you.”

Kaycee raised her mouth to his and they shared one more sensual kiss.

“You’ve got a deal!” 

One week later:

“Hey, buddy!” Reggie sang as he slid a napkin in front of Ethan at the bar. “Where’s the Mrs. today?”

“She’s still at work. She’ll be down later.”

“Good, always good to see your better half. Now, what’ll it be, the usual?”

“You know me by now,” Ethan stated.  

“I thought I did,” Reggie replied, pouring Ethan’s favorite scotch into a tumbler. “But over ten years you’ve been coming here now… Care to share why a creature of habit like you has suddenly changed your seat?”

Ethan snorted as he lowered his glass back to the bar and wiped his lips. He looked at his old friend with a half smile and firmly answered. “No.”

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#ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #open heart choices #choices fanfic #ethan x kaycee #ns*fw

[rudojudo]

So I made an order from Toyhax for some new decals last night and as a result of that conversation, Commie got me some Gundam Markers! I've never done this kind of custom work, but I was excited to try:

I adore Studio Series '86 Hot Rod and I *was* tempted by the Toyhax sheets, but all I really wanted were the ones that make his chest brighter yellow with a black trim. So here we go.

Part I: 😬

I definitely needed more practice. The yellow looked good, but that black is sloppy. I've been informed of a method to clean it up, but that was disheartening. I spent a few hours playing with the paint markers to get comfortable.

Part II: Now that is what I'm talking about! A little bit of work to clean it up, but once I throw a new Faction symbol on there we're good!

This is a little dangerous; it feels really good to lay down the paint, I'm looking for excuses to use them more.

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[bizarrequazar]

GJ and ZZH Updates — December 18-24

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

[Glossary of names and terms] [Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

12-18 → The Instagram posted four photos. The first is from the same photoshoot from 2021-08-09 that the current pfp is from, the others look to have been promotional shots from the concert that was never formally announced. Aka they were all taken in July 2021.

→ The stolen song got to #2 again on iTunes because whalers have zero critical thinking skills.

12-19 → Gong Jun made a post on his personal Weibo announcing that the rescheduled birthday livestream would be held on 12-21. Caption: “Then it's done, let's chat on the 21st! #Informal New Year's Eve Party#” His studio reposted it with the added caption: “This year’s livestream is late but it’s here! No leave of absense this time, come late on the 21st to have a chat with boss @ Gong Jun Simon. 😎”

→ 361° posted a clip from their livestream with Gong Jun last month to tease an upcoming product.

→ Hsu Fu Chi posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Kangshifu posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ The stolen song continued to rise and fall dramatically on iTunes, definitely not looking articifial at all. /s It stayed consistently lower after the title changed from Chinese to English (a change that would have been made on the part of the uploaders, not iTunes), so whalers / hired goons pushing the song blamed this as the reason. It definitely wasn’t that they had just only hired water armies until that specific hour mark, oh no. /s

12-20 → BEAST posted two photo ads featuring Gong Jun advertising their New Year’s product line. (1129 kadian)

→ Gong Jun posted a photo of gifts he recieved from Louis Vuitton to his personal Weibo and Instagram. Caption: “Starting from polka dots, experience Yayoi Kusama's unique artistic style. Sharing the avant-garde and stylish @展开全部 #LVxYayoiKusama# cooperation series Keepall handbag, full of good mood for holiday trips ☀”

→ The Instagram posted a clip of another stolen song. This song was posted to international streaming services and again showed the same very obviously manipulated statistics, though this time for a shorter period of time. This song was also given an “explicit” marker on iTunes despite not containing anything that would auto-flag as such, indicating that the people who posted it chose to flag it as this, as likely another intended smear.

12-21 → Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ L’Oreal posted a video spoken by Gong Jun announcing a livestream for the following day. He stated in his livestream later this day that it had originally been planned for 12-16 but had to be rescheduled.

→ Gong Jun held the rescheduled birthday livestream. [Recording] Written summaries [here] and [here]. 

Highlights / Fan Observations:  -  He said that the livestream wasn’t held on 11-29 because he was supposed to go to Chengdu but was unable to, and his staff weren’t able to come to where he was in Yunnan because of pandemic restrictions. He spent the week in Yunnan with his family,* and stayed in Yunnan for twenty days. * “Us fi— My family”  -  He didn’t attend the GQ event the previous week because he had COVID, the poor boy. He said that he was now better and testing negative, but he was still sniffling a bit.  -  He’s already signed the contract for his next drama, but wouldn’t give any information other than that it’s a role that will be making him step out of his comfort zone.  -  He recently filmed a variety show in Hangzhou but couldn’t say more because it hasn’t been announced yet.  -  He ended the stream with “Thank you to my Junweixians [deliberate pause] Thank you everyone.”  -  The person he had helping him offscreen was completely silent, compared to previous years where you could always hear at least some muffled laughter and whispering once in a while from his staff. At one point he called the person “ge”.  -  The sweater he was wearing throughout most of the stream is by Ponder.er, a “genderfluid menswear” brand that aims to redefine expectations of masculinity. Also the cutouts are FULLY cut out, there’s a reason he was wearing a shirt underneath.  -  The plate he was using is from a line that was popular a few years ago as a wedding gift.

→ Gong Jun trended on Twitter, and there were multiple Weibo hotsearches related to the livestream.

→ The Instagram posted three photos of “Zhang Zhehan” and seven pieces of fanart for the stolen songs.

12-22 → Gong Jun’s studio posted four photos from the previous day’s livestream. Caption: “The winter solstice is here! Delivering the handmade dumplings from last night's boss @ Gong Jun Simon, eat a bowl of hot dumplings, and spend this winter safely and warmly 🥟”

→ Gong Jun posted two photo ads for 361° to his Xiao Hong Shu. These were also later posted by 361°. (1129 kadian)

→ Fresh posted a commercial featuring Gong Jun, shortly followed by a photo ad. Gong Jun also posted the commercial to his personal Weibo shortly after.

→ LockNLock posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun advertising the water bottle he had used during the livestream.

→ Hsu Fu Chi posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun. Part of their caption included, “I don’t know if our handsome @ Gong Jun Simon eats dumplings or tangyuan on this day~” 🤡

→ Kangshifu posted a clip from Gong Jun’s livestream.

→ Gong Jun appeared in a livestream for L’Oreal. [Recording] [written summary with clips]

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted nine photos from the livestream. Caption: “Boss @ Gong Jun Simon brings a warm winter surprise, enveloping the winter full of warm atmosphere~”

12-23 → Honor posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted an announcement that the AI Gong Jun Jifeng will be appearing for a New Year’s event on 12-31. 

→ LockNLock posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun, filmed prior to the 12-21 livestream. This was later reposted by his studio.

→ Yang Yang, the L’Oreal livestream host, posted three photos from it of himself and Gong Jun.

12-24 → One year since Zhang Zhehan’s case was accepted by the Beijing Chaoyang Police.

→ Gong Jun posted fifteen travel photos in Yunnan from earlier in the month, as he mentioned he would during the birthday livestream. The banner he’s standing under in one photo says “Place happiness as the main point to repeatedly recite” Caption: “Let's go, enjoy the ginkgo!” This was later reposted by MUJOSH. He also posted the photos to Xiao Hong Shu, caption: “Let’s go! To enjoy the ginkgo!” and as two posts on Instagram [1] [2], captions: “Doesn’t it look nice” and “The shots look alright!” Fan Observations:  -  People found the hotel in the last photo. The room is for two with only one bed, and the hotel specified that the pool was designed to fit two people.  -  I have a theory about the water marks on the side of the pool.  -  The various photos from this trip have shown Gong Jun with both a film camera and a digital one, yet the sunrise pictures posted last week were taken with a phone? 🤔

→ Charlotte Tilbury posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ The Instagram posted ten photos of “Zhang Zhehan”, the first of which has the figure’s face completely obscured by a Santa emoji and several of which are supposedly “behind the scenes” from the white haired photos.

Additional Reading: → Flora’s daily fan news thread

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#I hope everyone is staying safe and warm this holiday season #Zhang Zhehan #Gong Jun #Word of Honor #woh cast #lld timeline

[sweetteaofficial]

Finally completed Blue, The Raptor! She was a delight to sketch ✍🏾

Time: 1:07:03

Supplies Used: Arteza EverBlend Markers, Black Fine Liner, Studio Series Mixed Media Pad.

#art #artists on tumblr #artwork #traditional art #jurrasic world #jurassic park #blue the raptor #jurassic period

[canmom]

Animation Night 143 - Lupin III

Animation Night oldtimers - what few remain... - may remember Animation Night 37. It was a fun night where we carved a core through the Lupin III franchise in its many iterations.

For a series of such towering importance to the history of anime, I must have written a massive writeup, right? Ah, if only ‘twere so. Apparently I was having meds trouble - la plus change... - so all you got was a list of films and a promise to write more later.

Well, it’s finally time! Fully two years later x3

So, Lupin III! It’s a lot of things but before it was any of them, it was a gritty seinen manga by Kazuhiko Katō - far better known by the name Monkey Punch - serialised in a magazine called Weekly Manga Action starting in 1967. Here’s the opening spread...

At this time, Monkey Punch was 30, meaning he’d grown up through the second world war, starting his career in comics in junior high where he competed with other artists in the school newspaper. His route into manga was via dōshinshi, then 4koma, and eventually working as an assistant to Naoki Tsuji on influential wrestling series Tiger Mask.

Lupin III took inspiration from, of course, Maurice Leblanc’s stories of gentleman thief Arsène Lupin, by way of a little James Bond. Many of the details of the plot were improvised. Femme fatale Fujiko Mine was originally to be one of a rotating cast of girls like in the Bond films, but that proved to be too much work, so she became a recurring character. Lupin’s samurai buddy Goemon was originally his enemy.

The Lupin manga has that strange horny energy that you tend to expect from 60s manga. It’s definitely still a comedy, but the kind of comedy where the first issue involves microfilm hid inside someone’s vagina and the second has a man almost wrongfully executed. The artwork is sometimes very detaile, but more often sketchy; its expressions are exaggerated, but it predates the codification of standard manga expressions. It’s shaded - in watercolours, I think, and markers. It feels very different from later manga characterised by ultra-precise illustration.

At this point in the history of manga, the waves of gekiga were beginning to be felt. So far as I’m able to tell the distinction goes, Lupin falls outside the (later-defined) line between ‘gekiga’ and ‘manga’, but there was definitely a feeling that more ‘serious’, dramatic stories were coming in. Original flavour Lupin is less ‘thief with a heart of gold’ and more ‘horny trickster’, a much more amoral character.

The manga introduces at first the cat-and-mouse pair of Lupin and Inspector Zenigata, perpetually a step behind. It gradually introduces the rest of the recurring characters: rival thief Fujiko the sexy girl full of cunning plans; Lupin’s partner the gunslinger Jigen whose main trait is shooting really fast and accurate; samurai Goemon whose sword can cut anything, especially clothes.

So, the anime then! This is one of those nights where we’re leaning on Matteo Watzky, who’s provided a great deal of information on the production of the original Lupin TV series.

Lupin was only in serialisation for a year when esteemed animator Yasuo Otsuka left Toei in the midst of ongoing union struggles, shortly after the completion of Horus: Prince of the Sun on which he’d worked as animation director. (See Animation Night 70 for more on that!) Otsuka landed at A-Pro, one of a number of studios in the orbit of a company called Tokyo Movie Shinsha, to work on an adaptation of Lupin - at the time, intended to be a feature film under the direction of Masaaki Osumi.

In 1969 they finished a twelve-minute pilot film that steered close to manga in both design and sensibility. Monkey Punch himself provided some supervision. The pilot is a series of brief vignettes introducing the main characters of the manga, with a narrator describing their main traits and fashion choices before brief skits that mostly end in explosions. Its animation is impressively elaborate and stylish and does not look like much from the era, but producers balked at all the sex and violence, so it was retooled into a TV show. Otsuka and Osumi were pulled away to work on Moomin, and the staff shuffled around a lot - not for the last time.

Lupin finally hit TV in 1971, again under Osumi with Otsuka designing characters. It was going for something dark and dramatic by the standards of the time, in the vein of Ashita no Joe (c.f. Animation Night 95) or Star of the Giants. But Osumi’s manga-faithful take hit poor ratings, and when Osumi was unwilling to compromise, he was gradually squeezed off the project.

Instead, Otsuka brought in two of his protégés from the Toei days, recently hot off the collapse of Pippi Longstocking. You may have heard of them. They were of course Hayao Miyazaki and Isao Takahata - at this point an inseparable pair. Although they took over the series, they did a lot of it pseudonymously, and they would leave A-Pro down the line.

The series that resulted under their direction is known to fans as ‘Green Jacket’ Lupin, because (shockingly) Lupin wears a green jacket. It’s full of foreshadowing for Miyazaki’s later works. Osamu Dezaki, also working pseudonymously, directed a number of episodes as well in his distinctive style. Under their direction, the series became a lot lighter in tone, with a gleeful sense of chaos that would become the defining tone of later adaptations. It wrapped up after 23 episodes, with Miyazaki apologising for the stuff - but all in all it was a success, although not as much as the next one would be...

The second Lupin III adaptation, Lupin III Part II known as ‘Red Jacket’ Lupin, came six years later. In this time a great deal had happened. A-Pro had evolved into Shin-Ei and left the TMS orbit, and the other TMS satellites like Madhouse were also going their own way; in such uncertain conditions, and with their own director obsessed with his ultimately fruitless project to adapt Little Nemo In Slumberland, TMS sought to return to some of their various established licenses to make some reliable money.

A very long production that hit 155 episodes, the Red Jacket series is where Lupin really took off. It’s a mixed bag, with plenty of filler, but also several real standout scenes and episodes. In Watzky’s account, much of this has to do with the involvement of Oh Production, a subcontracting studio that would be a close ally of Takahata and Miyazaki right into the Ghibli days. Their star was Kazuhide Tomonaga, known for his work on Space Battleship Yamato, not to mention duelling Yoshinori Kanada to outdo each other in effects for the ridiculously elaborate finale of Galaxy Express 999. Tomonoga’s best moments would come after Miyazaki’s return, but we’ll come to that in a moment.

Red Jacket gave rise to the first Lupin movie, The Mystery of Mamo, which served as a vehicle to bring back a lot of the departed Shin-Ei animators into the TMS fold, and prior to Akira, it was the highest budget animated film in Japan with enormous ambitions for animation. Read Matteo’s article to get a sense of the different animators and studios shuffling around, but to summarise very briefly, it brought back most of the staff who had created the pilot film and they were able to bring much of the same energy. The film sets Lupin up against an immortal psychic billionaire, and it features an impressively varied animation style, with manga panels or a dreamlike psychic sequence when Lupin runs through a series of series of surrealist paintings.

Next came... guess what... The Castle of Cagliostro! Miyazaki’s back and he’s going to push his vision of Lupin as a romantic, kind-hearted character to a new level, once again in a green jacket. The film featured startlingly elaborate animation. The car chases cemented Lupin’s car as a staple of the series, the finale features the classic ‘I am a traditional animator and I want to flex’ setting of a gigantic clock full of cogwheels. It’s as fun and impressively shot a film as you’d expect from something headed by Miyazaki, although to Lupin fans, it is widely seen as a frustrating one, since it hews furthest from the ‘proper’ roguish characterisation of Lupin.

Cagliostro is also important for another reason: among otaku, the nascent lolicon movement fixated on its character Clarisse, much as Miyazaki himself had once fixated on the girl Bai-Niang from Toei’s The White Snake Enchantress. That’s a... complicated subject to explicate to put it mildly; I discussed it more on Animation Night 69. ‘Clarisse clones’ started popping up all over the place; Cagliostro was perfectly placed as one of the most impressive animated movies at the dawn of the otaku boom.

The TV series continued to run throughout all this, and the success of Cagliostro washed back in, with sudden character redesigns and of course, the two episodes directed by Miyazaki exhibiting all his quirks. Its scenes feel eerily preminiscent of Ghibli, even more so than Green Jacket, elaborate enough to seriously push the envelope on TV animation.

After all this, Lupin had been firmly cemented as a ‘classic’, nostalgic series in anime. Rather than a single canonical story, it was a group of iconic characters with a general setting and tone that was flexible enough to accommodate many more stories. This probably has a lot to do with its enduring presence: you certainly don’t have to have followed Lupin III from the very beginning to be able to jump in to one of the later installments and have a pretty good sense of what’s going on. There is a comfortable status quo, with Zenigata chasing Lupin who’s always one step ahead; from there, you can pull Lupin and the gang into whatever escapade you have in mind.

Through the 80s and 90s, TMS continued to produce Lupin films with a variety of directors. These generally follow the tone set out by the TV series and they’re a lot of fun. Monkey Punch himself actually directed one, being Lupin III: Dead or Alive, albeit reluctantly at the last minute! The 2000s saw TMS, facing budget limits, stripping production down to OVAs.

The most interesting change of direction came with Sayo Yamamoto, of Michiko and Hatchin and later, Yuri on Ice, who we covered back on Animation Night 36. Reading back her comments in the present, it’s like, wait, that Mari Okada?

In Yamamoto’s hands, the focus shifted from Lupin (though he’s still present) to Fujiko as the main character. The tone hews far closer to Monkey Punch’s manga: sex and violence, sure, but also escapades. It’s a hell of a ride, with all sorts of unexpected tones.

The animation, although clearly taking inspiration from the heavy lines of the manga, is most of all a Koike-ism - the deliberate and weighty way characters move, the use of black, the colour palette all scream ‘I just finished working on Redline for seven years’. Koike would end up staying with Lupin even after Yamamoto moved on, directing a trilogy of hour-long movies, Jigen’s Gravestone, Goemon’s Blood Spray and Fujiko’s Lie.

Last time we did Lupin, we watched one of the three, Goemon’s Blood Spray, last time, and honestly... well it’s a weird one! If Yamamoto’s take was able to preserve the comic chaos even with the darker content, Koike decided to fully go for a drama, with a very strange plot that sees Goemon going on a kind of spirit quest as he’s drawn into an intense battle with first gangsters and then a massive lumberjack guy. The long final battle of the movie sees the two gradually slicing bits off each other, meticulously animated in the way only Koike can (truly I never have seen a more carefully rendered sagittal section of the upper arm muscles), but at the time I found the film struggles to deliver the emotional stakes. It’s a long way from the rest of Lupin, and I’m curious but a little apprehensive to see what Koike did with the other two films.

The other major development in Lupin films is the CG film Lupin III: The First (2019) dir. Takashi Yamazaki (his first animated film), featuring a distinctive stylisation that reminds me most of recent Chinese films like New Gods: Nezha Reborn. It’s a curiously bold departure; it caught my attention with clips of hyperchoreographed action scenes; it’s got a very broad, exaggerated style of movement that’s far from the norm for anime and a constantly roving camera. It’s kind of fascinating to look at, CG that isn’t trying to look like something else. It’s also a departure for the animators at Marza Animation Planet, whose previous works tended to be hyperrealist adaptations such as the 2013 version of Space Pirate Captain Harlock or Kingsglaive: Final Fantasy XV. That’s a lead to follow up on, actually. They would later come to work on the Sonic the Hedgehog films.

So, this movie. It’s evidently attempting to retool Lupin for the CG era, with tributes to the iconography of the old anime, such as remaking Lupin’s car in 3D and staging a chase with it; whether this attempt to ‘modernise’ will land I’m not sure. I don’t love their models for the female characters especially lol, they’re painfully Disney. The plot is a Lupin escapade vehicle with a dash of Indiana Jones, putting Lupin and the gang up against Nazi occultists. I don’t expect it to challenge much, but it does look fun.

So! What’s the plan for tonight?

Well, it’s basically the same plan as last time: another cross-section through the Lupin III series! We’ll hit the following notes:

the original Lupin pilot!

The Mystery of Mamo

Miyazaki’s two episodes of Lupin III Part 2!

the two parts of Jigen’s Gravestone

Lupin III: The First

Sound fun? Great! (Doesn’t sound fun? I’ll shoot you.) We’ll be starting early tonight; going live at 7pm UK time, and starting films after about 20 minutes. I’m going to try and keep the start of Animation Night in the 7-8pm range from now on - let’s see if we can rebuild this thing.

If you will, then: head to https://twitch.tv/canmom and get ready for some burglary, robbery, theft, and even perhaps a bit of larceny. See you in the theatre~

#animation night #lupin iii

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