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constellaj · 2 years
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I have a syllabus made for my character design bootcamp and will be posting exercises as I complete the tutorials! I plan to release everything in two stages- a rough cut (like this post!) and a final, professional-looking PDF-adjacent set. The final will come with an actual daily schedule and weeklong plan, but for right now all roughs will be posted as standalone exercises if you wanna try em out!
All will be tagged as “chaDes bootcamp.”
Disclaimer: as an animation nerd who loves cheap 2d animation, this syllabus is geared towards character designs that aren't inherently complicated; chief inspirations will be gravity falls, steven universe, total drama, and danny phantom, for example. It also focuses entirely on bipedal, human (or incredibly humanoid) characters. While these tips can probably be used for more detailed art styles and non-bipedal characters, they don't consider such, so you're on your own buddy. If you intend to do character design bootcamp multiple times, or are new to character design in general, consider using all bipedal characters your first time around.
Warm-up: Style Swap 
Task: Pick a character with a distinct body type from one 2D animated show, and draw them in the style of a different show.
Question: What is a distinct body type?   
A distinct body type is one that is unique within the context of its own show, that varies from a given template immensely. Generally, side characters have the most distinct body types, while background characters and main characters have the least distinct body types.
What to avoid
Here are some characters that do NOT have distinct body types, and therefore should NOT be used for this warm-up:
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Danny Phantom. Within the context of the show, Danny's body shape and silhouette are common enough to be reused on his two closest friends, his sister, and numerous background characters; his silhouette is very generic for the universe he exists in. If you want to draw a Danny Phantom character for this warmup, consider the Lunch Lady, Skulker, or Amorpho.
Gwen, Izzy, and Bridgette from Total Drama Island. Total Drama has a habit of using similar or identical body shapes for female characters, which will give you little to work with. Better total drama candidates include Beth, Eva, or even Dakota (from roti).
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Dipper and Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls. Their designs are a base from which all other designs, especially those of other kids, sprout (compare to Pacifica, Gideon, Grenda, and Candy; notice how all four designs are variations on the twins). Some of the best characters would be Manly Dan, Robbie, Fiddleford McGuckett, or Lazy Susan.
Anyone from the main cast of Equestria Girls. There is no variation whatsoever in these body types; and no, hair does not count as variation.
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Additionally: Be wary when picking your characters that they aren't too distinctive so as to make them untranslatable. Steer away from:
Phineas from Phineas and Ferb. The triangle head is all well and good until it looks absurdly incorrect in any other art style.
Most characters from The Amazing World of Gumball. These characters have great potential for humanization, but because they lack distinctive human features, it's incredibly difficult to fit them to any other art style.
Some fusions from Steven Universe. Multiple limbs and facial features will clutter a design, especially on a simpler style. Again, while these designs have the potential for humanization, this warm-up isn't about redesigning, it's about style matching.
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TL;DR:
Too many words? Too much to think about? Here's a simple chart you can follow for quick warm-ups. Pick one character from one show, and a separate show to match styles with.
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Enough lecture. Let’s draw something.
Follow-Along
After picking a character, select a show to style-match. When style-matching, keep in mind the style context in which the original characters exist, and how that style context changes between shows.
For example: Let's take Manly Dan from Gravity Falls and draw him as if he were a background human in Steven Universe.
Our first instinct might be to take the buffest main character we know of, Jasper, and draw Dan with her exact body type.
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However, Dan exists in a world where other buff characters exist; Stan Pines, for example, is in-universe relatively muscular and large. We should set our baseline for buff characters to Stan.
Knowing this, we can probably use Jasper as a standin for Stan's level of buffness; after all, there are some characters who are physically larger than Jasper in the show.
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All together, we know now that we should draw Dan as larger and with broader shoulders than Jasper, because he is stronger within his own style context than Jasper is in hers.
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Summary and Review
This warmup should teach you to pay attention to style rules and silhouettes. At the same time, it should give you a larger palette to work with-- every different face shape, nose, torso block and eye shape is a new tool to add to your character design toolkit, that you can use later in any of your own designs.
Don’t spend longer than 30 minutes on a single sketch, especially if you’re frustrated.
Pay close attention to what you’re doing, and think about every shape.
Remember that good design and good illustration are not necessarily the same thing.
Godspeed.
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microcroft · 2 months
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There is this pervasive very narrow concept a lot people have of what exercising/working out is and why people do it, that it is only about losing weight and "looking hot" which makes some people more defensive or hostile to the suggestion for one reason or another, like it is an attack against them and how they look. It isnt about that, it can be about that but more than that it is an act of self care. it is about feeling better. it is about making your body as capable of maintaining your life as you can. I understand it is more difficult to some than it is for others, every single person is different and has different circumstances but doing little things to get your body moving will make you feel better, theres many ways of exercising. It isnt just lifting weights and running on a treadmill and things that can seem intimidating or inaccessible. Theres a lot of different ways and with a little research theres something out there for everyone, I have never been a fan of working out but then i tried yoga watching some youtube guides in my bedroom and it made me feel a lot better, mentally and physically. Thats all i got to say ♥️
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astrxealis · 3 months
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fun story i got the dlc of 'a date with death' at school LMFAO ..... i have cash but not gcash (it's a filipino thing) so i was talking w my friend in class who also played the game (and she calls me a nerd /pos a lot lol) and i was like i want the dlc but i have no gcash... and she was like ok i'll give you gcash..... enabler ....... but also she wants me to tell her abt it so. ^_^ ecks dee
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vaspider · 11 months
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Okay, let's try this without the errors and casual domestic abuse references and classism/racism!
All of the below may be worn "because I like how they look." When I say what they're worn for, I mean the intended practical intention of their design.
This is a compression tee or workout tee. They are usually made out of synthetic materials for moisture-wicking purposes. They are worn for exercise or workouts, to draw sweat away from the skin.
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This is a muscle tank. It is worn for working out (lifting weights, most often) or showing off one's muscles.
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This is a sleeveless tee. Note the different sizes of the armholes. This is pretty much just a fashion statement, two tickets to the gun show, etc. but sometimes worn at the gym.
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This is an A-shirt, ribbed knit tank, or fitted knit tank. In the US it may colloquially be called a "wifebeater," but that's classist, racist, and fucking gross, so knock it off.
Originally intended as an undershirt, may be worn as a primary shirt. Still worn as an undershirt by many men/mascs.
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This is a fitted tee. They come in crew necks (pictured) and v-necks, typically. These also started as undershirts and are often still worn as same, but now are often worn as casual shirts as well. The difference between one intended as a casual shirt and one intended as an undershirt is mostly just fabric weight.
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This is a tee shirt, also known as a heavyweight tee (a reference to fabric weight), loose-fit tee, or unisex tee. Intended as casual wear.
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This is a polo shirt. Usually worn fitted and tucked in as shown, unless being worn with shorts. This is a "dress casual" sort of shirt, the kind of thing a person might wear to a semi-nice dinner out with family during the summer, but it's also part of the work uniforms of a lot of working-class people now, so.
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This is a Henley or y-neck. Usually 3-5 buttons at the neck and made of cotton knit. This started as underwear too - a warm layer for winter - and is still used that way, often layered with camp shirts, chamois shirts or flannels. Also worn alone. These are pretty common chores/work shirts in my experience.
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This is a camp shirt or work shirt. It is made of broadcloth, denim, canvas, or another sturdy material. Worn either as an outer layer unbuttoned over a tee, tank or henley, or if it's a nice shirt in good shape you can button it up and tuck it in and get away with wearing it to a semi-casual thing, like a weekday dinner with friends or an event at church/synagogue which isn't a service, like a potluck or a meeting.
These can often be bought lined or quilted and used as a light jacket. I used these for throwing on real quick when going to bring in wood so the wood wouldn't chew up my forearms.
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Now THIS is a flannel. The difference is this is made out of flannel.
Everything I said above applies to this, except flannel shirts are more "casual" than a nice camp shirt bc the material is softer.
Flannel. Shirts. Don't. Have. To. Be. Plaid. A lot of them are, but I own/owned plenty of solid color flannel shirts. I don't care for these as much for chores bc the soft material means stuff is more likely to poke through, but they're great for layering.
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I'm out of pictures so hang on, adding more.
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zanarkandskylines · 24 days
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₊✩‧₊◜ a kiribaku x reader scenario that’s lived in my head for awhile now! it’s not really a formalized…anything. just fleeting thoughts. ♡ ✿ tangled hearts modern au masterlist ✿ 。‧˚ʚ wc; ~2.6k ɞ˚‧。
Thinking about a modern day AU with Kirishima and Bakugo settling down in the countryside for a quiet life away from the hustle of the city. They’re in their early 30s, married and happily tucked away in their own little paradise - until they meet you.
Bakugo works with his parent’s fashion agency as the director of the design department, and is a designer himself. He went to the highest credible fashion institute in Tokyo and graduated top of his class - as expected.
Kirishima is a personal trainer and owner of the local gym. He took a few business classes after high school and general fitness courses to learn all about it. He loves getting to help people and knows almost every single person in town. He also volunteers with the local fire company.
It was the ideal place for them, not too big and not too cramped. Bakugo had his own garden that he cherished while Kirishima loved the backyard for home exercising. Their home was spaced out from their neighbors and gave them the perfect amount of privacy.
The town is only an hour and change outside the city, still remaining close for friends and family by train. Bakugo mostly worked from home and only went into the city office for important meetings and press conferences. He preferred to work in his own space while designing instead of in a buzzing office where anyone could bother him - especially his parents.
Their morning routine was simple: Bakugo would wake up anytime between 6 and 6:30am, rolling out of bed to start breakfast and coffee. By the time he’s done cooking, Kirishima stumbles into the kitchen with his eyes half closed, sleepily making his way over to kiss his husband good morning. They’d sit at the table together and casually talk about their plans for the day or in silence as they enjoyed each others company.
That was all disrupted the morning Kirishima spotted you outside the gym, waiting for it to open. He didn’t recognize you like he did everyone else in town - that immediately caught his attention. Once inside, you introduced yourself and told him how you moved from the city for a new job. The two of you got to talking longer than anticipated and ended up bonding over you being new to town. Kirishima signs you up for his yoga classes the following week, excited to see you mesh with his regulars.
Bakugo’s on his lunch break later in the day at the local market to pick up his usual fresh vegetables and fruits when he spots you browsing the aisle behind him. He peeks over his glasses to see his design logo on the small tag at the hem of your tshirt. He simply smiles to himself, proud to see a garment of his in the wild, and finishes his own shopping.
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A few weeks go by of getting to know Kirishima as you attend his classes. You’d stop and talk with him afterwards each time, slowly developing a friendship. One day after class, he casually mentions to you that his husband is a great cook and how his food rivals any five star restaurant from the city. On a whim, he invites you to dinner with him and Bakugo at their home - you agree happily. You didn’t have any friends in the area, what’s the harm in meeting people?
You arrive at their cozy home and are greeted heartily by Kirishima at the door as he puts a hand on your back and welcomes you inside. Bakugo turns his attention from the stove to the door, nodding in your direction as he continues cooking. You can’t help but think he looks…familiar.
Their place is gorgeous, tidy and clean, yet homey. There were pictures of their family and friends hung up all over alongside some simple art pieces and knick knacks. You could already tell who decorated versus who didn’t - Kirishima is definitely not the type to decorate so eloquently.
You’re gazing at one of the pictures when the realization smacks you in the face.
He’s responsible for half the clothes in your closet.
Kirishima is married to the Katsuki Bakugo of the fashion world? And you’re in his house for dinner that he’s serving to you?!
The thought makes you dizzy as your face flushes, desperately trying to hide your sudden excitement. And you chose to wear one of the dresses he designed for a collaboration years ago. What are the chances? Kirishima never told you what his husband’s name was, just that he was married.
“Y/N, I want you to meet my husband, Katsuki!” Kirishima excitedly says as he’s walking you to the kitchen. “Kat, this is Y/N. She’s the one I told ya about from my yoga class!”
The two of you lock eyes for a moment before Bakugo looks you up and down, calculating his first impression of you. He wasn’t about to tell you that he’s seen you around town before, he had to play it cool and not make it seem like he already knew you existed.
“Nice ta meet ya,” he greets before returning his attention to the stove. “Dinners just about ready. Ei, can you set the table?”
You all sit down for dinner, and it’s absolutely delicious. Kirishima was not joking about Bakugo’s cooking, every single thing you ate was delightful. You honestly don’t know if you’ve had a better meal than his.
“This is absolutely amazing, Ba-”
“Jus’ call me Katsuki.”
Him cutting you off to correct his name before you even finished saying it made your heart skip a beat.
“Oh, sure. Katsuki, this is honestly one of the best meals I’ve ever had,” you repeat, picking at that last of your vegetables on your plate. “I saw a garden outside. Do you grow them yourself?”
Bakugo grins, glowing at your compliments. “Yep. Anythin’ not in season I grab from market.”
Kirishima watches the two of you interact, happy that he was right about the three of you getting along seamlessly.
You shuffle in your seat at the next pause in your conversation before deciding to ask the burning question on your mind.
“So, Katsuki…what do you do for work?”
He laughs, motioning to your sundress. “Ya don’t have to beat around the bush about it. I can spot my work from a mile away.”
That broke the ice and allowed you to relax, knowing he didn't think you were trying to impress him by wearing his own design. The night went on, way past dinner, where the three of you talked about any and everything. It felt as if they’d already known you their whole lives, the conversation never feeling forced and flowing naturally.
“Shit, I’m sorry for staying so late!” You exclaim while looking at your phone. “Didn’t mean to keep you guys up.”
“Don’t apologize, y/n! You’re welcome here anytime,” Kirishima assured, slinging his arm around Bakugo on the couch. “We’d love to have ya over for dinner again soon!”
You’re about to head out the door when Bakugo gets up from the couch and stops you. “It’s dark, lemme walk you back to your place.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you insist, but he wasn’t having it. He was already changing out of his slippers and into a pair of sneakers. He held the door open for you as you waved to Kirishima, thanking him again for having you over and that you’ll see him for class in the morning.
You and Bakugo are walking down the dimly lit street toward your apartment complex, hands in his pockets, when he strikes up another conversation about your dress.
“You didn’t need to act so shy about the dress,” he comments. “Looks good on ya.”
You can feel your cheeks get hot again, praying he can't see your reaction in the street lights. "T-thanks! I love your work. I actually have a lot of the clothes you’ve designed…what are the odds?” You trail off at the end out of nervousness, playing with the fabric of the dress.
“Yeah? Good to know.”
The two of you approach your building and he says a simple ‘good night’ as he waves, turning to head home.
There’s a weird feeling in your chest, one that you haven’t felt in a long time. A warmth that floods your body with…you can’t pinpoint it. It makes you sweat, but comforts you at the same time.
Little did you know that the boys were feeling the exact same way.
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Months go by as the three of you become inseparable - dinners, movie nights, shopping at the market, going into the city together, meeting their friends, walking around town at sunset, picnics in the park, you name it. Kirishima and Bakugo never knew they could feel so comfortable with someone so quickly - it was as if the three of you were meant to find each other.
While the two of them are lying in bed one night, Kirishima decides to open up about his feelings. He rolls over to face Bakugo, his usual pointy hair fluffed around his face against the pillow.
“Kats, I got a question for ya. It’s kinda…weird?” He starts, fiddling with the hem of the comforter. “Do you…uhh, shit. Do you have any feelings toward Y/N?”
Bakugo flips to his side to face him. “What do y’mean?”
“Oh don’t be like that. I think she’s…really cute,” he admits, his cheeks turning rosy. “I enjoy having her around.”
Bakugo grumbles in embarrassment, pulling the comforter up to cover his face. He feels like a high school boy all over again - he just didn’t want to admit it.
They’d both fallen for you simultaneously without even saying a word. Neither of them knew why, they’ve been together for over a decade now - since their college days. No one has ever made their hearts race in sync like you do.
“I’ll take that reaction as an agreement,” Kirishima teases, poking Bakugo’s forehead through the covers. He groans again as he throws the blanket off his face.
“It’s been confusin’ the shit outta me. I love you, Ei and that doesn’t change shit, but goddamn. She’s fuckin’ gorgeous,” Bakugo admits, face and ears burning hot.
“Aw, you’re so cute when you have a crush!” He scoots closer to Bakugo and kisses him on the forehead. “Haven’t seen that side of ya since college.”
Bakugo bats at him playfully, pushing him away as he whines, “Shut the fuck up!”
“So…what do we do about it?” Kirishima’s question hangs in the air between them, heavy…but alluring.
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The next few times you hang out with the boys, you can tell that things feel a little more…intense? If that was the right word, the feeling was foreign. You found yourself becoming more physical with the two of them, and each time gave you butterflies. You weren’t quite sure what was going on until that fateful night.
It was a dreary night, the remnants of the storm passing through the town. The rain was no longer a torrential downpour and had tapered off into a sprinkle, enough to allow you to walk home safely. You’re heading for the door as Bakugo catches up to you, umbrella in hand.
“Y’know the drill, I’m not lettin’ ya walk home alone. Especially when it’s still raining.”
“Kat, you hate the rain, it’s fine,” you argue, but know it’s pointless. Bakugo waves at Kirishima and you notice Kirishima’s smile is extra wide tonight…and did he wink?
He closes the door behind the two of you and opens the umbrella on the porch, slinging an arm around your shoulders to huddle you under its protection.
The walk to your apartment is silent, an unknown tension lingering in the air. The subtle flexing of Bakugo’s fingers on your shoulder is driving you wild, a simple touch was enough to ignite the fire in your gut. Reaching your apartment complex, you stop to thank him for walking you home like always, but something else spills from your lips instead.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Bakugo’s taken aback by your question, confused where this has come from. “What? No, not at all. Why?”
“I…just don’t wanna make you two uncomfortable,” you whisper, eyes cast to the ground. “I really like you two…and don’t want to come between y-”
The umbrella clatters to the ground as Bakugo throws it to the side, letting the rain pelt against the both of you as one hand pulls you into him by the waist and the other under your chin.
“That’s right where we want ya,” he speaks against your lips. He hesitates, tilting his head back and looking directly in your eyes. “Tell me to back off, and I will. We can act like-”
This time, you cut him off by putting a hand on the back of his head and one on his chest, pulling him to meet your lips. The world stops around you as the rain trickles down your faces and vaguely into your kiss. You tangle your arms around each other’s bodies, illuminated by the soft street lights as your clothes become heavier with rainwater. After what feels like ages, you part, catching the breath you’ve stolen from each other’s lungs.
No words are spoken as Bakugo takes your hand, tugging you back down the road toward their place. You giggle and begin to run with excitement, skipping through the rain with him all the way back. Throwing open the front door, you both take a step inside, soaking wet from the rain. Kirishima glances over from the couch, shocked to see you return with Bakugo.
“Woah! What happened to you two?” he asks, concerned yet intrigued. He then notices you’re holding hands, and it clicks.
You’re stripping the wet clothes from your body faster than you can chicken out of doing so, letting them plop on the floor of the foyer until you’re left in your bra and underwear. Bakugo follows suit and trails behind you as you make your way over to Kirishima on the couch. You take a deep breath before placing a hand on each of his shoulders, sliding into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. He places his hands on your waist anxiously, scared you’ll shatter under his touch.
“It’s okay, Eiji,” you coo, leaning down to his ear. “You can touch me.”
You turn back to Bakugo as he’s sitting next the two of you on the couch, reaching a hand out to stroke his cheek. “Katsuki can, too.”
That’s all the permission they need to devour you all night long - over and over again like a drug they couldn’t get enough of. Brief naps in between, each time better than the last. Hands tangled in hair, lips kissing skin in sinful places, and noises only the three of you could orchestrate together.
That was the night their lives changed forever, thanks to you. Things were easy and simple between the three of you - you blended into their routines perfectly as the weeks progressed. Waking up between the two of them each morning was heavenly, especially when they fought over who got to cuddle you through the night. Bakugo usually won that fight until he would go make breakfast, then Kirishima would tuck you under his arm and hold you close.
Everything was so easy between you three, you were the missing puzzle piece in their lives that they didn’t know was absent.
You were theirs, and they were yours - simple as that. They wouldn’t trade their newfound goddess for the world.
i immediately think of @pastelbakugou & @kweenkatsuki-fics when it comes to kiribaku x reader, thank you for being my inspirations! 💜
next entry: delicate (isn’t it?)
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corvoidea · 5 months
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My Astrology Library || Inspiration Behind This Post.
Lilith: Activities & Hobbies
I strictly study: h13 or "True" Lilith / Black Moon on astro.com
Lilith in Aries: solo travel, hiking, any kind of daring escapades, sports like martial arts, boxing, extreme sports, self-discovery through activities like journaling, vision boarding, solo introspection, self-defense classes or assertiveness training, entering sports competitions, game nights, or debates, explore places off the beaten path and take risks in your travel experiences.
Lilith in Taurus: fine dining, indulging in luxurious fabrics, enjoying massages and spa treatments, collecting art, investing in valuable items, and exploring activities that help you build your financial strength, budgeting, investing, starting a small business, painting, sculpting, learning a musical instrument, gardening, hiking, or simply enjoying the outdoors, experiment with new recipes, savor gourmet meals, consider learning about wine or coffee appreciation.
Lilith in Gemini: writing, public speaking, stand-up comedy, reading, attending workshops, taking up new courses, attending meetups, joining clubs, or participating in online forums and communities, games, puzzles, fun recreational activities that challenge your mind, painting to music, short trips that quench your wanderlust, blogging, book reviews, playful mischievous games with friends and loved ones.
Lilith in Cancer: bubble baths, sailing, scuba-diving, swimming, shell-collecting, being near the ocean, journaling, art that helps you process your emotional world, caring for children, animals, or plants, cooking, interior decorating, gardening, diving into genealogy, exploring your family's history and lineage, lunar rituals, moon gazing, moon-related practices, donating home-made knitted sweaters to homeless shelters, helping women build strong support networks.
Lilith in Leo: artistic endeavors, such as acting, writing, or painting, where your creativity can shine, performing arts, including theater, dance, and music, experiment with bold and attention-grabbing fashion and style choices, crafting, photography, or graphic design, seek opportunities for leadership roles or public speaking, engage in self-love and self-acceptance practices, consider activities that allow you to connect deeply with a partner, such as romantic getaways or passionate date nights.
Lilith in Virgo: self-analysis, self-examination, self-improvement, disciplined exercise routine, maintaining a balanced diet, or exploring alternative health practices. arts and crafts that require precision: such as calligraphy, knitting, creating intricate designs, decluttering your space, implementing efficient time management strategies, making detailed to-do lists, exploring puzzles, brain teasers, taking up a hobby that requires a sharp and discerning mind: such as Sudoku or chess.
Lilith in Libra: participating in social justice movements, volunteering for organizations that advocate for fairness, studying the principles of equity and balance in various aspects of life, exploring artistic activities such as painting, sculpture, interior design, or fashion, hosting gatherings, attending social events, skincare routines, spa days, partner yoga with your significant other, explore a career in diplomacy, international relations, or even engage in peaceful conflict resolution efforts.
Lilith in Scorpio: delving into subjects like psychology, the occult, or even BDSM if you have a willingness and interest in such exploration, reading erotica, participating in sexual education workshops, or openly discussing your desires with a trusted partner, reading psychological literature or attending psychology-related workshops, activities that involve deep research and investigation.
Lilith in Sagittarius: travel, exploration, experiencing different cultures, activities that allow for philosophical discussions, studying different belief systems, going on spiritual retreats, social activism or causes related to human rights, cultural exchange, geopolitics, learning new languages, studying ancient mythology, exploring different religion or spirituality, adventuring through historical museums.
Lilith in Capricorn: networking, taking on leadership roles, working toward a position of authority and influence, activities like time management, setting a strict schedule, or creating to-do lists, philanthropy, working on projects that leave a mark on the world, mountain climbing, hiking, or trekking, public speaking, debate, joining a toastmasters group, engaging in conservation and sustainability activities, volunteering with environmental organizations.
Lilith in Aquarius: advocating for social justice, equality, and humanitarian causes, self-directed learning, pursuing advanced and cutting-edge subjects, tech clubs, exploring activities related to emerging technologies, coding, studying consciousness or unconventional methods of understanding the mind, activities that empower you to assert your autonomy, solo travel, starting your own business, pursuing a career that allows you to work independently.
Lilith in Pisces: dream analysis, meditation, creative visualization, painting, poetry, music, dance, reading, watching movies, or engaging in fantasy role-playing games, yoga, reiki, energy healing, engaging in charitable work or supporting causes that help the less fortunate, swimming, sailing, simply being near water, studying astrology, tarot, scrying, participating in spiritual retreats.
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Published: October 31, 2023.
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rubra-wav · 8 days
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Hii! Can I get lil sceanarios/oneshots of Vox, Husk, and Lucifer (if you write for him) where they are ranting about something thats bothering them to their crush, so they kiss him to shut them up?
I just love the thought of them being completely caught off guard and all blushy 😚😚
Thanks!
Vox, Husk and Lucifer x crush!reader shutting them up with a kiss
Cw: SFW, gn!reader, fluff
Vox
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- After another public spat with Alastor (albeit, a lot less explosive then last time) Vox sits next to you bitching his head off about it, occasionally glitching and sparking as he emphasises words.
- "I can't believe that old asshole has the audacity to come after my design choices. Mine. I mean, can you believe that! They look great- right (name)?" He doesn't wait for you to respond to his question, just cuts you off as you nod and open your mouth to speak going on with his rant.
- "Exactly! My shit is perfect. It's top of the line. I wish he'd just fuck off to whatever crevice he crawled out of!"
- You inwardly sigh watching him carry on. As much as you loved to just stare at him as he animatedly talked loudly both with his voice and also his hands, it was beginning to get somewhat annoying listening to him repeat the same things over and over again while occasionally seeking reassurance from you.
- You smile slightly, looking at his lips moving as he spoke.
- You'd seen him drink and eat stuff, but how exactly did they work? If you kissed him, would it just be screen? Would he be able to feel it?
- He continued to ramble on, not noticing you had peaced out mentally about 3 minutes ago.
- Not noticing you moving your face closer to him from the corner of his eye.
- "When I get my hands on him, I'm going to beat the shit out of him! Right (name), I'd totally win, wouldn't I-" he turns to you as he asks, and suddenly he's feeling warm lips pressed against his screen over where his mouth is displayed.
- A loud binging sound is heard as Vox momentarily errors at the sudden gesture.
- You pull your lips off of him, and look at him with raised brows. "Could you feel that? All I felt was warm glass." You asked as you watched his monitor glitch and then switch back to his usual face dumbly blinking, blue flush covering his cheeks.
- As Vox gained his bearings, he glared at you. "H-hey!" He cringed at his stutter before clearing his throat. "You can't just do that out of nowhere, Doll! The fuck?"
- Vox would be pissed off and flustered you'd tried to quiet him by kissing him out of nowhere. Who the hell do you think you are essentially telling him to shut up??
- The smaller voice being squashed was yelling about how it liked the feeling of your lips on him and wanted more, though.
Husk
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- The Bartender rarely got to be the one to rant about his issues, so when you showed up as someone he trusted and loved, he took the chance to complain to his heart's content.
- "And that idiotic daddy issue having child has been forcing me to play along with her delusions. I can't just say fuck off as usual because Alastor is ordering me to partake in it for his own sick fucking enjoyment!" Husk growled before taking a long sip of his drink.
- "The sooner I can get out of that shithole, the better. I can't wait for Alastor to get bored of it, I am going crazy having to participate in 'trust exercises' and 'bonding activities'" Husk emphasised each example with mock sweetness, clearly disgusted by it.
- You snorted. "What, has she been making you make arts and crafts or something?" You joked, but then grew silent when he sourly nodded.
- "Yes. She made us do hand painting like some fucking kindergarten class. There's still yellow paint stuck in my fur from where Niffty rolled in it and jumped onto me!" He turned around to show you his back, and sure enough, yellow paint clung to his fur.
- Husk went on complaining about 3 in 1 and how it wouldn't do shit for it, and that's when an impulse took over you suddenly as you watched his fuzzy cheeks move.
- Husk abruptly stopped as you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, instead catching his mouth by accident as he unconsciously turned towards you.
- It only lasts a second as you realise your error, apologising profusely. "Sorry! I meant to get your cheek!"
- Husk stutters in surprise, unable to get out any words for a long while, before coughing and turning away, unable to meet your eyes.
- He brings a hand to touch his lips, flushing darkly under his fur at the memory of your lips on his, the scent of the sweet cocktail he'd made you on your breath as it happened had him feeling dizzy.
- Christ.
- He interrupts you from where you were apologising profusely, kissing you again.
- Liquid courage tells him not to let this opportunity pass, so he doesn't.
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- He was very down on himself about a rather failed day out with his daughter.
- The impression that he was happy and okay had fallen to bits the second he discussed how he'd tried to take Charlie to Loo Loo World only for paparazzi to storm him and lead to a series of unfortunate events ending with Charlie covered in an overly sweet drink and popcorn and having to leave.
- "And then she looked so awkward and uncomfortable when she said goodbye! My daughter hates me!" He exclaimed, burying his face in his hands.
- You shook your head, patting his shoulder and trying to tell him that wasn't true.
- "I'm the world's worst father. I caused all of hell to exist, and for someone like you to get condemned to this horrible place, and after all these mistakes, I still can't do anything right." He looked up at you, dejected, tears in his eyes.
- Your heart hurts seeing it. You just want him to stop talking about himself in such a way.
- So you do the only thing you can properly think of on the spot.
- "I'm just a failur-hff!" he hums loudly in surprise as his face is gripped, and suddenly your lips are on his.
- As he comprehends what's happening, tears well up in his eyes alongside his now pounding heart as years of him not being touched like this weigh on him all at once. It felt wonderful to be held and kissed by someone - let alone you.
- You pull away after a short time, hands gently brushing across his now even more overly warm cheeks.
- "Don't say that about yourself. You aren't a failure, Luci." You softly say. "Tell Charlie you're sorry and arrange a more private activity with her. She's your daughter, she will forgive you." Lucifer slowly nods against your hands.
- He doesn't say anything, mouth slightly parted as he looks at you with wide, lovesick eyes as his mind races alongside his heart. You're so warm.
- His hands come to rest atop your's, keeping them against his cheeks as his eyes flutter shut, basking in your touch.
- "Please just let us stay like this for a little longer." He breathily whispers. His face crumples as you nod and invite him to come closer into your arms.
- The king of hell slumps against you, craving but still hesitant to further request your touch.
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the skz house: ch 5 (18+)
a/n: happy tuesday. hope you all had a great christmas or whatever holiday you celebrate. here is my gift to you!
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Summary: Welcome to Sigma Kappa Zeta, the most popular fraternity on campus. When you, down on your luck and looking for a place to live, see their ad for ‘IN-HOUSE STAY’. You're one of the four girls chosen and find that your duties for the rest of the school year will be cooking, cleaning, and pleasing your assigned house members: Hyunjin & Bang Chan.
[ read chapter four here ]
Chapter Five: Of Mirrors and Lessons
The entire ride back home, Chan keeps his hand on your thigh, sometimes resting, sometimes gently squeezing. You couldn’t possibly forget the fact that you’re sitting in a car with him, but his touch serves as a constant reminder that he’s there without feeling overbearing. It actually soothes you, which should be concerning. However, since it doesn’t seem like you’ll get any outright form of compassion from him, maybe you have to learn to appreciate these subtle gestures.
Back at the house you and Charlotte clean up the basement while the other girls work on dinner. You gather up the empty pizza boxes and paper cups into a large trash bag as she works on wiping down all the surfaces. You hadn’t gotten a chance to speak to her much prior to this, but you can tell she’s the quiet, introvert type. 
When you ask, she tells you things with Han and Jeongin are going well. You hold in your surprise when she says Han hasn’t tried anything with her yet, but she and Jeongin had made out a few times—one of which you saw last night. 
Her words make you curious what everyone else has been up to. You’ve only had one night with Hyunjin where all you did was kiss, but your two nights with Chan had been filled with far more intimate acts and barely any kissing. Were the others taking things just as slow? 
You finish cleaning and hoist the trash bags up the stairs. Felix and Changbin spring up from their seats at the table when you two emerge from the basement. They take the bags from you and put them outside.
Hyunjin is the only one missing when it’s time to eat—he has an evening class tonight. Chan eats in the living room, watching a baseball game with Seungmin. You eat in the dining room next to Felix and even after you’ve cleared your plates, you continue talking to him. He shares information with you freely and it’s a bit of a relief. His minor is in Game Design and Development, his dad and Chan’s dad are extremely close, so they grew up together before venturing to the states. You’re invested in what he’s saying—you really are, but you keep catching yourself being distracted by the dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. They give him such a boyish charm, especially when he smiles, that’s directly contradicted by the amount of bass in his voice. 
Your phone buzzes and you check it, seeing a text from Chan. A wave of nerves flow throw your body as you open it. 
Chan
waiting for you
You put your phone face down on the table. You know what’s coming next. He told you this afternoon. You don’t know what to expect. You do at least know that you shouldn’t expect rose petals and candles for your first time with him. If there are candles, he would probably be using them to drip wax over you. You panic at the thought. You don’t know what he’s in to, but you’re learning. It’s not difficult to believe he may like some kinky stuff, though. For now, all you know for sure is that he likes to exercise his control over you. 
You hate to keep thinking of your ex in uncertain moments like this, yet you can’t help it. You simply can’t imagine him speaking to you or treating you the way Chan does sexually and you just allowing it to happen. Chan has a specific presence or aura, if you will, that asserts dominance and you’re growing more and more attracted to it. No matter how much you want to resist. 
You’re startled at the feel of a hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at Felix, his chestnut brown eyes pouring out concern.
“You alright?” He asks in his low voice. 
“Yeah,” you reply with a light chuckle, not wanting to worry him. “I’m gonna head upstairs now.”
He squeezes your shoulder a few times and nods.
The walk upstairs feels like a death march. You’re moving slowly, trying to mentally prepare yourself for whatever is to come. 
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Chan is sitting on the edge of his bed, facing you. You’re leaned against his dresser, naked after he asked you to remove your clothing. He still has his clothes on, which you can’t even think is unfair because what’s the point? Fairness doesn’t exist with him. You can’t even bring your arms up to cover yourself. So you stand there, watching him watch you, neither of you speaking. 
You wonder what’s going through his head right now, because all you can think of is how much you want him to touch you, to cover your bare body with his. You don’t know if it’s right to yearn for him after how he’s treated you—or is that the very reason you do?
After what feels like slow, painstaking hours, he stands from the bed and walks to you. He places his hands on either side of you on the dresser, caging you in. 
“Do you want me, y/n?” He finally breaks the silence, lowering his head to look you in the eyes. 
What kind of question is that? You do, don’t you? You know he doesn’t mean in the way he’s had you the last couple of days, he means actually fucking you this time. But will he be rough? Will it be painful? Will you like it? Your sexual experience is rather vanilla, so the thought is just as thrilling as it is frightening. What if it’s bad? What if it’s good? 
You lick your lips and slowly nod your head. 
He smiles down at you before moving forward to capture your lips with his. It’s a slow and passionate kiss. You tell yourself all his unspoken words are bottled up in it—that he doesn’t mean to make you feel awful, that he chose you for a reason. 
“Take my shirt off,” he says when he pulls away from you. 
Your grab the bottom of his shirt and lift it up and over his head. You drop it on top of your pile of clothes, never taking your eyes off him. 
He takes each of your hands in his at the wrist and places your palms on his chest. He slowly guides them down his pectorals, his abs, all the way down the ‘V’ shape of his lower abdomen that leads into his loose fitting sweatpants. His skin is soft and the muscles beneath it feel solid against your fingertips. 
He moves one hand lower than the other, to the waistband. You curl your fingers around it and he pulls your wrist back. He now pushes your other hand lower and you slip it into the sweats. All you feel is skin—he’s not wearing any boxers. He releases your wrists and puts his hands back on the dresser, swooping down to kiss you again as your fingers wrap around his already hard cock. 
It feels good to have him back in your grasp. You stroke him as he deepens the kiss, his tongue snaking inside your mouth. You bring your other hand up to cup the back of his neck, pulling him harder against you. You can’t kid yourself—you want to give yourself to him. You want to know what it feels like to have him inside of you. 
As if reading your thoughts, he breaks the kiss. 
“Turn around,” he says.
You waste no time in doing as he bids. 
You’re now facing the mirror attached to his dresser. His arms are still around either side of you, flexed and deliciously toned. He’s looking at you through the reflection. It’s the first time you’e seen yourself next to him. Your first instinct is to feel inferior, but with him this close, and you enclosed in his arms, you can convince yourself it feels and looks right. 
He stands up straight and places his hands on your hips, squeezing them. His hands slide up and down your side in a way that tickles, causing you to move away from his touch. His lip quirks up at you through the mirror. 
His hands cup your breasts and you watch your reflection. It almost feels as if you’re removed from the scene—watching for a separate type of pleasure. His gaze is fixed on your body as he plays with your nipples. You can’t help but move your hips back against him. 
He pushes your breasts together with one hand as the other slips down to your pussy. You immediately move your feet a little further apart to which he chuckles. 
“Chan,” you breathe as his hand finds its home between your thighs. “Be good to me tonight.” 
Your words come out as a soft plea. 
He responds by kissing you on the cheek as his fingers slowly slide back and forth across your pussy. You don’t know what to make of that response. He’s proven himself to be good at being a sour patch kid—sour then sweet. Or sweet then sour in his case, actually. 
He pushes down his sweatpants and slowly lowers you down so your chest is pressed against the dresser. He takes a moment to admire his handy work from the night before, rubbing and squeezing your ass. You keep your eyes locked on his reflection, your breath fogging up the mirror now that you’re so close to it. His hand leaves your ass and moves to his cock, gripping it at the base as he slides it up and down your slit. 
When he’s settled at your opening, his left hand grabs your hip, holding you in place. Your eyes are locked on each others as he slowly slides himself in. You want to squeeze your eyes shut, steal a moment for yourself to revel in the feel of him inside you. But you also want to remember how he looks right now. The way his lip is caught between his teeth, eyes filled with some kind of lust. 
You watch his face intently. He averts his gaze and sucks in a breath as he watches his dick move in and out of you. One hand is still at your hip as the other uses your shoulder for leverage. You prop yourself up on your elbows and push your hips back to meet his thrusts. The side of his mouth quirks up at your movements.
You moan as he starts moving faster, dropping your head to the desk and squeezing your eyes shut.
He doesn’t like that.
You feel his hand move from your shoulder to the back of your head. He tangles his fingers in your hair and yanks your head up. Your eyes snap open just in time to see him leaning down towards you.
“Watch,” he whispers in your ear, “I want you to see how good you look when I fuck you.”
You moan again at his words, looking at yourself in the mirror, watching as your tits bounce up and down with each thrust. He lets go of your hair and uses both hands on your hips to bring you back and forth against him, harder, faster. 
He keeps fucking you, panting and grunting while you watch. As his movement quickens and he grits his teeth, he abruptly pulls out of you, taking a step back. He takes a deep breath and slaps your ass. You don’t squeal, you don’t scream. You moan and look back at him with soft eyes. You want more. 
“On the bed,” he says. 
You step from around him and walk to the bed, turning around to face him when you’re near it. He steps out of his sweatpants and kicks them to the side.
“How do you want me?” You ask. 
“Now you’re being a good girl.” He nods his head with a crooked grin. He places one hand on his cock as he walks towards you, stroking it. “On your back.” 
You sit on the bed and scoot back on it before laying down. He puts his knees on the bed, still stroking himself as he looks down at you. 
“Fuck, y/n,” he groans. 
The way he says it, the way he’s looking at you makes you squirm. You want him back inside of you. He pushes your thighs apart one at a time with his knees and lowers himself on top of you. 
“Hands above your head.”
You put your hands up so they’re resting on the pillows and he holds them together with one hand. With the other he guides himself back into you. Once inside, he moves his hips ever so slowly, in and out. 
He presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in teasing circles. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together behind his back. You start to move your hips against him, wanting him to go faster. 
He looks up to you and gives the tiniest head shake. You stop your movements with a soft whine. 
He picks up the pace, watching your face contort with pleasure. Whenever you let out a moan and move your hips against his, he slows back down. He repeats the process, squeezing your wrists together as you try to free them. You want to at least touch him, but he’s too content playing with you. 
He brings himself closer to you, first kissing you, then moving down to your breasts. He takes each nipple into his mouth, in turn, licking, nipping, pulling at it with his teeth while he looks up at you. All the while still rubbing your clit with his other hand each time he pulls his hips back and has access to you. The sight of him ravaging your body is one you hope to never forget. 
The stop and go of all his combined stimulation starts to peak. You tighten your grip around his waist. 
“Fuck me, please. I’m gonna—“ You let out a moan, as he bites down hard on your nipple.
“Ah-Ah,” he shakes his head again, looking up at you with your nipple still between his teeth. He sits up and releases your hands, resorting back to his torturous, slow hip movements, hands resting on your knees. “Remember lesson number two?”
You blink up at him, trying to focus on what he means. It’s hard to think of anything else when he has you this close to release. Lesson two? You think back to your second night and it dawns you.
 “Chan,” you say his name slowly, moving your hands up to his chest. “May I? Will you please make me cum?”
He grips your thighs and readjusts them so your legs are on one side of his neck. He lifts you upwards at an angle and wraps his arm around your thighs as he starts pounding in to you with fervor. His other hand continues playing with your breasts. Groping them, slapping them.
“Fuck,” he says as you dig your nails into his arms now that your hands are finally free. 
You watch, enraptured by the sight of him above you. His abs contracting with each movement. His hair disheveled, some of his bangs sticking to his forehead. His skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. You’ve never seen him look better.
“You wanna cum?” He asks.
“Please,” you beg, nodding your head.
“Who do you belong to?” He growls, slapping a hand to your breast and squeezing it.
“You,” you reply without hesitation, flinching at the pain.
“What does that make you?”
“Yours,” you breathe, as you continue to hold yourself back from release.
“Say it again,” he pinches your nipple between his fingers.
“I’m yours,” you whimper, wrapping your hand around the opposite side of his neck from your legs. “I’m yours, Chan.”
“Good,” he says, eyes on yours as he smirks and fucks you. “Cum for me, y/n.”
Your back arches as your toes curl. You use all the strength in you to pull him down to you, stealing a kiss as your orgasm courses through you. He doesn’t resist. He doesn’t get upset. You’ve quite literally never been so bent as you are in this position, but you don’t care. Having him kiss you wildly as you cum around his cock is absolutely worth it. 
As you’re still coming down from your wave of euphoria, he sits up and pulls your legs apart. He grips one thigh in each hand and continues thrusting into you. You’re moaning—it feels so goddamn good, you could cry. 
He throws his head back, grunting and tightening his grip on your thighs as he finishes. 
His movements start to slow, his breathing turning into soft pants. He lets go of your thighs and lowers himself to you again. He brushes your damp hair back from your face as he looks you deeply in the eyes.
“That was lesson three,” he winks. 
An unexpected laugh falls from your lips and he chuckles, pressing his forehead against yours for a moment. You feel like your heart could soar right now. A genuine laugh shared. 
“Grab on to me,” he says. 
You wrap your arms around his neck and lock your legs around his waist again. He scoots you down on the bed then picks you up, carrying you into the bathroom. You bury your face in his neck, smiling—sex drunk. Happy. Delirious. 
He holds on to your waist as he turns on the shower, keeping you in his arms while the water heats up. There’s no light on in the bathroom, but his shower head flickers from blue, to green, then settles on red. His hands tangle in your hair again, gently tugging on it to pull your head up from his neck. His eyes search yours for a moment and you have no idea what they’re trying to convey. He pushes your head towards him and kisses you slowly. The kiss is tame and unassuming—it’s not leading up to anything further. It’s just two people temporarily caught in the haze of their connection.
He takes you into the shower with him and leans you against the wall as he continues kissing you, letting the water drip between you. You don’t know how long this high will last, he could go right back to being an asshole in the next minute, so you want to enjoy this version of him as long as you can.
[ read chapter six here ]
a/n: share your thoughts <3
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mkkk12345 · 5 days
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Divus Crewel x Wife Reader How they met
Sorry this took so long to write, I was once again procrastinating lol Feel free to request situations (I write slowly and I’ll be pretty busy for the next while sadly, but please do request if you would like to! I'll do anyone in twst for the most part with your usual restrictions) (side note I got the names for the dogs from the 101 Dalmatians)
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Oh how Crewel would come to regret what he had done that day, he really should have seen it coming. “Hey! Professor Crewel, tell us how you met your wife!”
This had all started when Crowley had approached him with a challenge. “If you manage to raise the class average of the first years to let's say~ 80 percent? I'll give you a raise! Am I not so incredibly generous? Hahahhahaaaa” He cawed to himself as Crewel walked away absolutely done with the crow mans shenanigans
Rolling his eyes he responds “I guess there is no harm in attempting it”
As an encouragement to study harder he had told his students that if they were able to raise the class average to 80 percent by the next semester he would allow them to ask one question about his personal life. Of course all of the students had jumped at the chance to glance into the oh so mysterious and strict teachers personal life.
And that is why we are here now.
Professor Divus Crewel, now being forced to tell the oh so embarrassing story of how he had met his lovely wife.
“Well it's not the worst question you lot could have asked. I would rather not share this story but if I must I will do so…”
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Divus was around 17 when he first met Y/N It was a bright and sunny day, the weather was perfect and it just so happened to be a long weekend, a rare opportunity to visit home in the Queendom of Roses.
It was also a perfect day to take his beloved pet dalmatian Perdita for a nice long walk in the nearby park for some long deserved bonding time.
When Crewel was home from NRC he would often take Perdita to the park. Whether it was actual exercise or for some relaxing time outside to sketch new fashion designs, Perdita never really minded. But today was different, the minute the pair stepped out of the door the spotted dog went bolting in the direction of the park. “Hey! Slow down girl, why on earth are you in such a rush today?!” he said, trying to keep all his sketching supplies from falling to the ground.
Luckily for young Divus, the dalmatian did eventually slow down once they reached the park. “You act as if no one has been bringing you to the park since I left for school.” he said exasperated from the impromptu run.
Soon after catching his breath Divus and his companion walked over to a nearby bench so the boy could start sketching, but right as he put his sketching equipment down there was another sudden tug on the lead and once again they were off “hey! Slow down! What has gotten into you toda-” CRASH he had been cut off suddenly, crashing into another person as Perdita and what seemed to be another dalmatian were running circles around the two very effectively tying the two together.
When he finally pried his eyes away from the dogs he finally realized the full situation he was in, tied up with a very beautiful young lady. “Oh my god I'm so sorry he doesn't usually act like this, Pongo would you stop that already?”
“Don't worry it was neither of our faults really, I guess these two have taken quite the interest in one another” he said as he pulled his arm out of the leashes to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck a blush forming on his face as he looked at a very interesting tree behind her.
“They've actually been like this for weeks!” she laughed as she finally met his eyes, “Oh you must be Divus! Your mother talks about you very often.” He was surprised, not only was this girl absolutely stunning but she already knew him. Although he would never admit it, he practically fell in love with her right then and there, the way she beamed with joy, the slight blush on her cheeks, her laugh even in the strangest of situations.
In an attempt to calm himself he averted his gaze again and began to untie him and his new developing crush from the entanglement of leashes they were trapped in “Oh you must have met mother while she was walking Perdita I do hope she didn't tell you anything embarrassing” a strained smirk appeared on his face, knowing how his mother liked to tell the most embarrassing stories of his childhood.
“Well I cant say she didn't say anything” she laughed softly again drawing Divus’s attention for a moment the blush on his face growing ever brighter.
Snapping out of his short trance he asked “Might I ask for your name then since you already know mine?” With blush remaining on the tips of ears he held out his hand like a gentleman, both with the intention to give her, her dogs leash back but also to lead her over to a bench so they could hopefully continue their conversation.
“Oh my apologies how rude of me, My name is Y/N nice to finally meet you.” She bashfully took both the leash and his hand, walking over to the bench.
“The pleasure is mine”
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“And whilst that was all happening I looked over to our dogs, only to find them looking at each other with what seemed to be a grin on their faces like they planned that all out.” Crewel sighed as he recalled how proud those little devils looked. “After quite a long conversation that ended up in me never actually starting a new sketch, we traded contact information and left the park.” he looked up at his students now regretting all his life decisions.
“And that is how I met my wife, now it seems like class is over, please leave quickly so I can question why I ever became a teacher in the first place.”
“But prof how did you ask her out?” “Yeah yeah! Who was the first one to confess!” “How did you propose????”
Frustrated crewel quickly answered “If I recall correctly you were all only given the privilege of asking one question, now if you don't stop pestering me I will be giving you even more homework.” a completely very unnoticable blush began to form on his face.
“Sorry sir!” Everyone shouted in unison, but on their way out the students did not miss the slightest hint of red that dusted their professor's cheeks as he pretended to sort through papers.
Once everyone had left and silence had fallen through the classroom a laughter could be heard coming from the Professors phone. “Awwwww darling, you retell that story so fondly~” Crewel sighed as he finally looked over at his phone
“I honestly can not believe I let you talk me into letting you listen to that.” he said with a hand firmly planted on his face covering any sign of pink that appeared.
“Consider it as repaying me for when I dropped those papers off for you. Now hurry home our two rascals of dogs are looking at me like I should thank them for getting us together.” she laughed nervously
“Yes yes honey see you soon” ending the call with a small smirk as he muttered “I should buy some more dog treats on the way back.”
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i had a thought that i realized i must share with you, think fitness enthusiast and personal trainer toji?? like yeah he is blessed but he also has discipline. the money is good, its satisfying to see his clients make progress but then there is that o n e client. would the man be able to keep himself in check ??
personal trainer! toji
Toji is the type of guy who's very disciplined and enjoys pushing his own boundaries. scratching at the walls of his limits keeps him motivated to better himself everyday. It's a challenge and he never backs down from those.
Fitness gives him the opportunity to expand his own capabilities and the strength of his will. sure thing mentoring others is satisfying too, and the checks ain't bad either, but more importantly he learns from everyone's experience and implements it in his work, his own coaching designs, his personal body strategy.
He goes to work with a smile on his face, cause the job pays well while satiating his need to stay active and improve. Not to mention some of those working moms who regularly invest their time in personal sessions with him are definitely the opposite of an eye sore.
Toji's no fool and he knows damn well why those milfs request him specifically for their personal trainer and if his glistening abs motivate the rich ladies to stay fit (and cash in every other day of the week) then by all means he'd let their heart eyes check him out all day long.
At the end of the day, motivation feels different for everyone, could be personal fulfilment, health, positive body image or of course, sex and vanity. He's the teacher, the means to and end, and definitely in no place to judge his lovely (lonely) benefactors.
He's used to the attention, but he gives them nothing more than professionalism in return (occasional glances at some tight assess don't count, ok? Can't count it if no one saw it, right :j )
Discipline is essential in every aspect of life and whatever thoughts he might have swirling in his mind could never surface while at work. Boundaries are essential, he doesn't want his crossed therefore he respects those of others. However just like all things in life, this too is sometimes easier said than done, cause every Tuesday and Friday between 18:00 and 20:00 o'clock he really wants to forget what the word 'boundaries' means.
A month ago he received a new email with request for a regular personal trainer session. It read:
When: every Tuesday and Friday between 6pm and 8pm.
Special instructions: Hi, we hope the time slot suits you even though it's a bit later during the day. Me and my friend work until 17:30 so if the days/time slots we selected are not compatible with your schedule, just let us know by replying to the email and we could try to move them maybe :)
The first session was on a Friday and at 6pm the gym was packed with people, toji just finished his previous appointment 10 minutes ago and was chilling by the reception with his phone in hand. finally he'll be wrapping this exhausting day with this last session.
At 6 two girls entered the gym, he was already at the reception so he stood up, introduced himself and led them towards the private area next to the pilates instructors.
Brief introductions were exchanged after which followed his usual questions on goals, motivation, expectations, etc. The half an hour of every intro class is always spent in small talk and getting to know his new trainees, it was mandatory so he can build rapport, set expectations and agree on a exercise plan.
While one of the girls was freely chatting away his time with details on how they found him, why they decided to message, how they are friends from work and want to make some time for fitness to keep in shape, etc, toji could not take his eyes of that other girl casually sitting on the futon in front of him, listening to her boisterous friend endlessly ramble.
An occasional nod or smile would be all she spared and he wished she would say something so he could hear her voice. Toji lost track of the babbling after a couple of minutes in and instead let his eyes mindlessly wonder over the face and form of that quiet friend.
Most women came in tight fitting crop tops and brightly coloured leggings therefore it got him so used to seeing tight bodies pass around him to the point where toji barely registered it anymore, unless someone's was really in his face.
However this girl, most casually clothed in low-rise grey sweatpants hanging loosely around her hip bones, white graphic t-shirt, probably a whole size over her usual one, gently revealing one of her shoulders due to the bigger size of the fabric, and that hair swung effortlessly over her shoulder as she rested her chin on the palm of her hand. It was a sight to behold, the simple attire only made him want to see more of her (and less of her clothes cause baggy or not, he could clearly notice the tightness of her body rippling from beneath them).
Was she really paying his shamelessness no mind or was she purposely ignoring the way his hungry eyes feasted on her? Toji admired the way she chewed her gum, lips parting slightly to blow a minty bubble. With every burst she'd dart out her tongue to wrap it around the gum and chew it back on.
His mouth salivated as toji imagined squishing her cheeks between his fingers then licking a long wet stripe across her lips. He'd then kiss her sloppily, pushing his conquering tongue into her welcoming mouth with demand. He'd want to make her moan out his name with the way he'd dominate her lips.
The thought made him clutch his fists and offer a forced smile to the blabbering chick next to him, asking for both girls to go to the lockers and leave their bags there. He had a single moment of opportunity to reach into his sweats and adjust his half hard dick.
Taking a second glance at the girls proved to be a bad idea cause just as he pulled discreetly his hand out of his pants, a glimpse of his new fixation staring right back at him sent a jolt straight to his cock. She saw him touch himself and he damn well liked that.
For the first session that day, he tried to remain as professional as possible, which of course meant that neighter of them spoke about that small adjustment that took place earlier.
Every following session after that was getting harder and at some points, toji even thought for impossible to maintain his stoic façade. It wasn't anything she'd do at all, but rather her lack of acknowledgement was what turned him on even more.
On several occasions his hand travelled lower than it was supposed to go, one time almost feeling the curve of her ass, but he had corrected himself before things escalated.
She caught him licking his lips when for one of the exercises her shirt rose up just a tad more, revealing the smooth skin of her belly. It made him want to suck a hickey right above her hip bone so she could later tattoo a heart over it with his name in the center.
He dreamt of the way her back arched when he helped her stretch. Positioned behind her, he could almost feel the magnetic waves her pussy was emitting towards his cock. Toji would never admit it, but after the first time he helped her with stretching exercises he had to excuse himself and rub one off in the bathroom, cause option two would be to rip a whole in her sweatpants and fuck her momentarily.
The lack of attention to his neglected need for her made toji want to force his trainee into reacting. he wanted to rile her up mercilessly, so he'd be lying if he said her widening eyes and the slight tint in her cheeks didn't amuse him and tickle his ego when in a particularly hot afternoon he decided to take off his shirt and train with the girls for a bit. "To instruct them better, of course, and so they can see how the body should move properly when recreating the different exercises" or whatever the hell else he managed to slam in their faces as a cover up for his horny intentions.
Fuck the way his dick jolted when she touched his hard abs that day, it sent him into delirium. He had purposely made a remark to her that she needs to make the effort to flex her abs when doing the exercise to apply additional pressure on the muscles and strengthen them. Being the good instructor that he is he took her hand and placed it over his abs while doing some example reps.
Her cheeks burned bright as he guided her hand over his stomach "to feel how the muscles are supposed to contract". Toji finally felt victorious as she almost squirmed at the way his abs buckled against her small palm. The only thing sweeter than her so much desired reaction (attention) would be the feeling of her hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping it into a bliss, but he knew they're not at that stage yet.
For now he was contempt with having that skin on skin contact to which he most definitely jerked off several times that evening. In the gym showers, in his bed before going to sleep - he couldn't stop seeing her rosy cheeks. The way her hand moved across his body so reluctantly, almost trying to break free out of his instructing grasp - he knew even under the professional pretext it looked suspiciously intimate and that made it so much hotter for him.
His hand didn't even feel like his own, toji was so far gone with every pump he could only sense the stretch of her pussy around his cock. Her walls gripping him, milking every drop out of his tight balls that he had cupped in his other hand. Toji's hips buckled up into his fist, but in his mind he pushed himself deeper into the welcoming depths of his crush, fucking her into submission. Fucking her into the acceptance that she belongs to him and if she hasn't realised that yet, he'd make her.
He'd make her mind surrender by forcing an unexplainable and undeniable need for him into that pretty head of hers. He'll play any game, be any character, pretend he doesn't notice her failing attempts to dismiss the hunger in his eyes only to lure her further into his threatcherous traps.
He'd be the wolf in a lamb's skin crawling around his pray. She'd either accept the merciful arrow of the lamb, piercing her heart, enraging it's with desire born out of her own acceptance, or - she could fall in love with the bite of the wolf, draining her out of her essence and replacing it with his own until she could be only ever full him. He'd bend her will if needed so he could have her bend on his cock every night.
He can't be satisfied with anything less than having her, cause the line is crossed. He tried. He tried not to want her, he tried to obey his moral obligation of a senior with ethics, but she touched him. He might have been the one who guided her, but she was then one who touched him and that ignited toji's soul - sent in the blazing pits of hell where he'd surely drag he by all means necessary cause he doesn't give a fuck.
Let's be real, it's who he is - an eternal hunter eager to pounce on his prey, caging it in an unshakable grip. and while unloading his weapon all over his chest in a mist of heavy breaths and body radiating heat and pheromones, toji set his mind to the task of making that girl his.
By all means.
Whatever it takes.
Cause his weapon will reaload very soon and he wants to empty the barrel only in the pit of his crush's heavenly cunt. Who knows, maybe tasting that piece of heaven might ascend him from hell?
Probably not tho ;)
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camelliawitch · 9 days
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18.03.24
I’m baaack from my spring break and I’m already exhausted. The spring break itself was good and restful but the amount of homework that is due various days this week drives me crazy 🫠
• Financial management homework done ✔️ (it was long as damn hell and consisted of pure calculations)
• Physics pre-class module viewed and pre class assignment done ✔️
• Physics pre-lab done. ✔️ We have one of this “design your own experiment” labs tomorrow, and it is the first time I look at the requirements and have no idea where even to start. But that is a tomorrow problem.
I also had a meeting with my advisor today to revise my schedule for the next semester and wrote several emails to figure out an issue with one of my courses.
And I had a 30 minutes exercise time. (I’m kinda trying to establish a fitness routine and do some exercising every day).
That’s all for today. I can’t say that I anticipate tomorrow but not like I have a choice.
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alkalinefrog · 8 months
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Hey Alka, I had a quick question for you (whenever you have the time to answer or even if you have the time), I've been taking some storyboard classes and with my illustration background, it's been hard to really find a good shorthand for characters to really get that anatomy/gesture looking right without it being too sketchy and unreadable.
How long did it take you to find your storyboard shorthand, and what exercises would you recommend to try to find it? I'm sure it just takes time and practice, I've been doing a lot more studies and gesture drawings (currently following along all the free Glenn Vilppu videos I can find on youtube) but I wanted to ask you as well because I am in love with how fluid your anatomy is, and how clear your storyboards read. And those hands my god you're a wizard!!!
Thanks a bunch, have a wonderful day!
Heya Secret, great to hear from ya! Well, what you don’t see online is how gross the rough stage of my boards can get LMFAO. Most of the boards I post are actually overly cleaned up because I'm just doing them for fun and can afford the time! I'm not really sure how long it took to develop my shorthand, I've never really enjoyed drawing detail to begin with, so when I decided to go into boarding I kinda just leaned into it!
I’ve covered a bunch of gesture drawing exercises already if you scroll through my advice tag, but ***once you have a good foundation*** here's some stuff you can try!
First you'll want to build up an arsenal of anatomy hacks you can always fallback on, particularly for complex parts of the body. The less time you spend on details, the more time you have to focus on the overall pose and storytelling. Aim to find ways to draw with as FEW lines as possible. If I had to make a list to streamline what to practice:
Head shapes - find the most efficient way to draw the front + 3/4 + side view in as few lines as possible (the challenge is still making them look structured with dimension)
Eyes - are SO important for expressions! Unless your project has characters with dot eyes, you're going to need to find a quick way to do the circle and iris in as few lines as possible. Make sure you can convey where they're looking
Hands - fists (you'll be drawing a lot of people holding poles), open palms at various angles, foreshortened fingers pointing at viewer, fingers making grabby motions----protips: 1) half the time all you need is a vague triangle/rectangle plus thumb sticking up and that's a hand 2) if the hand is relaxed, you probably don't need to draw the knuckles. Save some time!
Feet - just learn how to make sure they look like they're standing on the ground, and do some studies of what they look like when you're running. Otherwise you can usually get away with a vague shoe or boot shape (just add toe lines if they're not wearing any)
----everything else you'll practice as you go!
Jump from SUPER rough straight into clean boards to really force yourself to be economic. I've done each of these methods for work before:
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Before you start boarding with a character, sketch them a few times with the intention of simplifying their design while keeping them recognizable:
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You'd be surprised how little you need to recognize a character:
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Depending on the scene, you can adjust how much detail you want to include:
Stay loose/more generalized with action, especially for the "inbetweens" between key poses. Clean up enough to communicate movement and make the character recognizable.
If the character's small on screen in a wide shot, edit out most details and focus on the silhouette
Save the detail work for character acting, when you really want to be specific with their expressions and gestures.
But outside of all that, be bold and fearless!! Everyone has that stage where their boards look like spaghetti! Boarding is like handwriting; you could have really shitty chicken scratch, but if you're writing beautiful poetry, who cares!
god I love drawing hands you don’t even know thank you so much!! Good luck dude!! You’ve more than got this!!
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mrs-elliewilliams · 8 months
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IVY SET AFLAME
lottie x nat x fem!reader,, w/c: 2k
NSFW! threesome, jealous sex
summary: an old friend from college comes to the wellness center you own with lottie and nat,, and gets a bit too close for comfort in the eyes of your girlfriends (literally i hate this fic sm i hate my writing but im posting it idc anymore just want it out of my drafts)
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It had been years since you’d seen anyone you went to college with. After graduation you had moved around, trying different jobs and accumulating to different places to try to see where you fit in. You’d left almost everything behind, the situational friends you’d met in college, any connection you had to the life you’d felt trapped in growing up.
After years of moving and travel, you’d landed in upstate New York where you had discovered Lottie’s wellness center. You had started by teaching a few meditation seminars on and off, and then it had turned into a regular thing, and soon enough you were living on site, with your own sizable cabin as the wellness center’s designated mindfulness counselor.
It had been five years since you had come to the wellness center. Five years in which you had fallen in love with Lottie Matthews, and you had moved from your place to hers, and the two of you had started teaching joined classes. In those five years, the two of you had become one.
It had only been a year since Natalie had joined the wellness center. Having heard that she’d gotten out of rehab, Lottie sent some of her people to watch her, and after a few months an intervention had been required. Lottie had brought Natalie to the wellness center, and that started all of it. The three of you had hardly separated since.
Which is why, when an old friend from college found her way to Lottie’s wellness center, you were absolutely fucked.
Your friend, Ivy, had always been rather flirty. It didn’t matter if she meant it or not, it just tended to be how she was, and the two of you had been close enough in college for you to know that most of the time it was meaningless. You weren’t quite sure how you were to explain this to your girlfriends, however, especially being sandwiched between Ivy and Natalie as everyone stood listening to Lottie’s instructions for the group activity you were about to start.
You knew Ivy was getting on their nerves, and Natalie was the worst at hiding it. She stood staring at Ivy, watching the woman with an almost humorous glare, as if daring her to meet her eyes. You doubted Ivy even noticed.
It was insanely awkward for you, being stuck in the middle, Ivy reaching over to hold your hand and Natalie reaching her arm around your waist. They were fighting over you, it was blatantly obvious, and even Lottie, who had been completely immersed in leading the group therapy, paused every so often to watch the three of you suffer.
It would all boil over soon, you had no doubt. Natalie would reach her limit first, as she always did, and she would do something irrational, and hell, if she was really pissed you might not see her for a day or two and later find her somewhere in the woods with a bottle of vodka and cocaine from god knows where. Lottie would react less drastically, and it wouldn’t take her long to get over it, but still you would have to put up with how sensitive and clingy she got when she was jealous, especially when Nat wasn’t there to balance everything out.
It was when Ivy whispered in your ear to ask if you wanted to be partners for the group exercise that Natalie had had enough.
Taking your hand she led you out of the room wordlessly, stopping for a moment at the door to catch Lottie’s gaze before pulling you into the hall.
You were a bit confused, a bit irritated, knowing the emotional mess you would have to put up with for the next couple of days. Your girlfriends completely fell apart when they were jealous, and you always ended up mediating.
“Before you start,” you said, meeting Natalie’s gaze, “I just want to say that nothing–”
Before you could finish your sentence her lips crashed against yours, taking you off guard in the best way possible, her hands finding your waist and yours wrapping around her neck.
Her tongue slipped into your mouth and you moaned, pulling her impossibly closer. She was addictive in every way, her hands on you, the taste of cigarettes and booze every time you kissed her, as she lit the match that set you on fire.
“You know who you belong to,” she said, pulling away. “You know how this works.”
You nodded, but before you could respond you felt another pair of hands on your shoulders, trailing down your back and settling on top of Nat’s at your waist, their fingers intertwining.
“Couldn’t wait another ten minutes?” Lottie said from behind you, her complaint aimed at Nat. She kissed your shoulder, lips trailing your neck as she spoke. “I had to have Lisa take over, you were so desperate to fuck her I couldn’t even finish the class.”
You inhaled sharply at her words, and though they weren’t directed toward you they had even more of an effect than if they had been.
Natalie’s hands traveled below the hem of your pants, but Lottie stopped her, gently grabbing her wrists.
“You want to fuck her here?” Lottie asked, her tone a bit demeaning, and you had to hold back a moan. “Where anyone could see? What’s the fucking point, if you put her on display?”
Nat nodded, almost drunk on Lottie’s words, the same as you, helpless to the incantations laced in every word she uttered.
You allowed the two of them to lead you through the halls of the compound, and you became incredibly grateful that your home was right next to its main cabin.
As soon as the front door locked behind you in the comfort of your home Natalie had you pinned against the back of the door, sucking bruises onto your neck. Lottie stood behind her, pulled Natalie’s shirt off, began to whisper something in her ear that you couldn’t quite hear.
After a moment you were tugged forward from the back of the door, and Nat’s lips were replaced with Lottie’s, giving you a bit of whiplash in the best of ways — roughness replaced by gentle touch, darkness replaced by burning light.
You barely processed that you were moving forward, their hands guiding you exactly where they wanted, and in the art of a few moments you were being pushed onto the bed.
The two of them loomed above you, Lottie sliding her caftan off her shoulders. Natalie came up behind her, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor, kissing down Lottie’s neck and meeting your eyes briefly as you watched.
You shifted on the bed, becoming restless as the two of them kissed, the desperate need for their attention growing unbearable inside of you.
“Look at her,” Lottie breathed, speaking to Nat as she guided her over to you. “So desperate for us, for you, my love.”
Guided by Lottie, Nat crawled onto the bed, straddling you. She leaned down to kiss you, and you sat up a bit to let her pull off your shirt.
Lottie snuck to your side, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles as Nat began to make her way kissing down your body. Where Nat’s lips had left you, again they were replaced by Lottie’s.
“Our pretty girl,” Lottie purred into your ear, “who do you belong to?”
“You,” you answered instantly, your hips bucking slightly as Nat pulled off your pants. “Both of you.”
“And what do you want, my darling?”
“I want you to prove it.”
She smirked, moving back to Nat, hands on Nat’s waist. “Did you hear that, love?” She asked softly, and Natalie nodded, closing her eyes for a moment.
Lottie’s hand traveled to the woman’s throat, delicate fingers wrapping gently around and prompting Nat to open her eyes. “Show her.”
Her grip released, and Natalie leaned down to you again, a finger trailing along your jaw as she whispered in your ear.
“Ivy,” she said, her voice raspy, jealousy from earlier still present. “She can’t fuck you like I can, baby. Like we can.”
You nodded your head in agreement, letting your mind turn off and your body simply feel as she kissed down your neck, sucking bruises at your chest. Every kiss, every bruise set your skin on fire, and you knew that she knew it.
She began to suck at your tits. She took one of your nipples into her mouth and you gasped, grasping at her bare shoulders, letting your eyes fall closed for a moment.
“So beautiful,” Lottie murmured, and you looked up to see her watching you from behind Nat. When you reached out for her she crawled back to your side, meeting your lips in a gentle kiss, her hands finding your tits as Natalie moved down further.
Underneath the touch of both of them, you felt at home — in the jealousy, in the threat, in the perpetual safety despite it — goddesses, both of them, and you were blessed by heaven in their kiss.
Nat began to kiss your thighs, and your need for her touch grew incessantly deeper, more insatiable, and there was no cure for it apart from her lips on your skin, praise rolling off her tongue.
“She’s so wet for us,” Nat said, and you heard Lottie’s breath hitch. “She’s so perfect like this, all spread out for us, such a little whore.”
You whimpered, hips bucking slightly, and finally she took pity on you, her tongue sliding through your folds, sucking at your clit.
You couldn’t help the string of moans that escaped from you, the pleasure that shot through your veins as the two of them praised you for it.
“You’re doing so well, my love,” Lottie said softly, kissing your temple, your forehead, as if Nat wasn’t working her tongue inside of you, nails bearing into your thighs as she gripped you as tight as she had to to keep you from moving.
Natalie shoved two fingers past your entrance, hardly giving you a second to adjust before setting a fast pace in and out of you.
“Be gentle, love,” Lottie urged her, noticing the way you were squirming under the intensity of Natalie’s pace.
“She’s fine,” Nat said firmly, keeping her pace, causing you to moan. “She can take it, she should take it, she needs to know she belongs to us.”
Your eyes fell closed as she hit deeper, and you were completely engulfed in the sensation of her moving inside of you.
After a few minutes of the same pace she halted her movements, pulling away, crawling back up the bed to look down at you, straddling your hips.
“Nat,” you whined, squirming beneath her, and she raised her eyebrows.
“You don’t deserve to cum yet,” she said, and slipped her fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking at them, and you could hardly handle the emptiness between your legs as your gazes locked and she smirked, dropping her fingers to your throat, running them along your bruised neck. “You looked so fucking clueless out there with her. Holding her hand, letting her whisper things to you. A pretty little clueless whore, with no idea how badly she wanted you.”
You nodded again, unable to speak, a slight whimper your only reply. They consumed you completely, leaving your mind blank, taking everything they could get.
“She knew you were ours,” Lottie added, “and she still tried, so hard, but who wins, baby? Who else can fuck you like we do?”
You shook your head, clutching her hand as she moved closer and Natalie moved back down between your legs. “No one,” you rasped, hardly able to speak. “Only you, you’re all I want.”
“Good girl,” she purred, and after a moment her expression changed, almost a moment of inspiration, desire burning like fire between you. “Do you want to taste mommy, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” you breathed, and clutched her thighs as they settled on either side of your head. You pulled her down onto you, and just as your tongue began to circle her clit Natalie pushed her fingers back into you, setting a slow pace. You moaned, and the vibrations made Lottie’s hips jerk into you as she clutched the headboard.
Lottie’s hand slid into your hair, gripping slightly, holding you where she wanted you. You could hardly hold on, could hardly keep yourself from cumming already but you knew from experience that you couldn’t yet, not until Lottie did, but the way Natalie was hammering into you and the taste of Lottie on your tongue as you sucked her clit into your mouth was almost enough to throw you over the edge.
“She’s so close,” Natalie said, and from the way her words were labored you could tell she was using her free hand on herself, and the thought of it only furthered your struggle to keep from cumming.
You could tell Lottie was close as well, the way she was clenching around your tongue, the grip she had in your hair tightening with every moment she spent on top of you.
Looking up at her, you moaned. She was a picture of perfection, the divine personified, eyes clamped shut and hair falling beautifully over her shoulders. You would’ve been content to stay there forever, drinking in the view of her, blessed with the taste.
“You’re doing so good for us, pretty girl,” Lottie breathed, and you whined, relishing in the way she took over your senses, and Nat fingerfucking you and sucking your clit into her mouth. “Such a good little slut for us.”
The coil in your abdomen tightened desperately at her praise, and your legs began shaking ever so slightly, and then all at once Lottie clenched around your tongue as she hit her climax and the coil released, bathing you in a wave of pleasure like fire. Your entire body was subjected to it, the perfect white-hot heat that the two of them brought upon you so effortlessly with their touch. Lottie’s cum spilled onto your tongue, and it prolonged your climax, the sensation of heaven.
As you came down, Lottie moved off of you, and Natalie crawled back up your body, meeting your lips in a kiss that’s gentleness contrasted the intensity you’d felt from her before. She laid back on the bed and you rested your head on her chest, snaking your arm around her waist. Lottie laid behind you, her chest flush with your back, a hand combing through your hair soothingly.
“Our perfect girl,” Natalie said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You belong to us.”
You chuckled softly, nodding. “I think you made that clear.”
“Good.”
And you allowed yourself to rest in their arms, your mind floating away, consumed and revered by the warmth of their love.
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v-albion · 19 days
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Hi!! So I recently got into the rabbit hole of your AU True Colors and I love it sm, so have this :D!
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I'll probably draw Raph or Mikey later bc the designs in general are super cool :D
And I also have a question, don't know if someone has asked this before, but what music do the brothers like in this au? :0 silly question but I'm just curious :]
HITOK!!!!!!
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I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW HIM!!! IM IN TEARS
@hitokshellart Also for your question, my boys’ music taste:
Raph’s music taste hasn’t changed much from canon, he still likes soul music. He and April has karaoke nights a few times a week, and sometimes Splinter even joins them! He likes something a bit more upbeat when exercising, so he also likes to listen to rap, timing his lifts with the beats
Donnie also still likes techno, something lyric-less as to not distract his thinking, but strong beats to head bop to when doing important projects. But when he’s doing something fun like siphoning money from billionaires and hacking the street cams to people watch, he’ll play broadway musicals and sing along to it
Lee likes classical music and salsa, something he usually listens during his routine dance classes each week. He also have a separate playlist with glamrock songs and this kind of music he only plays in the comfort of his room. Relaxing around in his favourite comfy hoodies
Mikey likes to listen to hip hop music when he’s out doing his graffiti art, something with a rhythmic beat and lyrics he can mouth along to. During meditation sessions, he likes to listen to ghibli music, something he found out during one of his missions to the surface. He doesn’t really like the silence, it makes him jittery and lost his focus
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femmefatalevibe · 3 months
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what are your goals for 2024?
Go to bed earlier and minimize bedtime procrastination
Regain discipline over my exercise/movement routine
Become more regimental/committal with my self-care appointments
Take French classes and go up 1-2 levels before 2025
Learn the basics of graphic design
Take on more leadership initiatives at my job
Be more consistent/prioritize initiating social plans
Allow myself to relax and remember it's okay to not always be doing something/be productive
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herwoahno-after-dark · 5 months
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I remembered this exercise I did for class last spring and dug it up to share! It needs some adjusting now that I look back (and obviously is still rough animation, not complete); maybe when Procreate Dreams comes out I’ll work on it there. No one in the class recognized the characters (probably a good thing bc my professor might not have wanted pre-existing designs) buuut I know you all will ;3
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