#wish i could draw different types of fabric

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

From the request here

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader

Summary: When a movie night has you questioning your bodies worth, Simon catches you in the shower to show you that your body is perfect just the way that it is.

Word Count: 4.3 k

Warnings:

“Look at the jugs on her,” one of the guys says at the busty blonde that has just been introduced for the first time in the film. A few others follow suit, whooping at the gorgeous, petite female main character popping up on screen as the movie really gets going. “That’s a woman you could lose yourself in. Fuck, I wish I could find a girl like her; I’d be a happy man for life. To have that waiting at home for me, I’d never even be tempted to stray.”

This is usually how movie night on base goes: people piling into the rec center ready to watch the latest movie from the personal collection from one of the members, but mostly it just devolves into a testosterone fest of horny boys itching to have something to focus their sexual frustrations on by ogling at the new pretty little thing on screen. Usually it doesn’t bother you, you’re used to being around all that chaos, but tonight just feels different.

Simon isn’t one for this type of gathering, but he comes to keep an on the crowd and be nearer to you and as he watches out of the corner of his eye from his place standing towards the back, he notices how your body language changes as the guys continue to raucously talk about the leading lady and how beautiful she is. It’s almost imperceptible the way you shift in your seat while you pick at the skin of your lower lip with your teeth, your shoulders slumping down as you cross your arms, but he catches it outright. He knows you and he knows this isn’t normal. 

Something is bothering you.

The longer you sit there the worse it gets. Their lustful words just cut different tonight; maybe it’s exhaustion from being overworked or perhaps you’re just having an off day, but the longer they hoot and holler over the girl plastered before your eyes, the more you want to crawl out of your skin.

It’s about halfway through the movie when you slowly get up from your seat, trying not to draw attention to yourself by leaving too quickly and exit the rec without looking back. Simon is instantly concerned and wants to rush after you, but one of the newer recruits that seems to be the ringleader in all this turns to him as if to drag him into the depraved fun.

“Whatcha think; gotta admit she’s a fine thing, ain’t she Lieutenant?” he asks, nodding back at the screen. “Come on, even you gotta admit she’s perfect. Couldn’t hope to find anyone better.” 

The look that Simon gives the young man through his mask, that stone cold glare that could make even the bravest man shiver, instantly shuts him up and has him facing forward again to join his brothers in arms in their jokes. His brow furrows angrily behind the fabric as he looks over the crowd of boys once more before heading out, leaving quietly like a specter on his way to find where you had gotten to. 

Simon checks all the usual places, but you are nowhere to be found: the little area outside the rec where you usually join him for a smoke break, the mess hall, even your barracks are empty. Then he hears movement in the communal bathroom and knows he’s finally found you. 

It looks like you’ve been rushing to get done before anyone can catch you. Your hair is damp from the shower and it drips down to leave dark stains onto your t-shirt as you stand staring at yourself in the mirror behind the sink. Simon watches quietly from his obscured place by the door as you look yourself over, scrutinizing each detail from head to toe before you give up with a sigh and a diversion of your eyes, focusing on your toothbrush instead as you pick it up and turn on the faucet. So absorbed in what you are doing, you don’t hear the lock click closed or the pair of heavy boots that cross the length of the room until there is a presence upon you. 

“God, you’re so beautiful baby,” you hear that deep, gravelly voice sound from behind you while a bulky arm wraps itself around your waist from behind as Simon presses up against your back. You look back up into the mirror in front of you and are instantly met with a pair of brilliant brown eyes as he slowly removes his balaclava. “Just standin’ there fresh outta the shower and ya look like a fantasy.”  

Setting the mask on the sink he joins his other arm around you and leans his face in, the tip of his nose nuzzles into the side of your neck before he presses his lips against your jugular. His lips catch the feeling of your pulse quickening through the vein at his touch. Rough hands begin to splay across your clothed stomach, running across and down to your hips with gentle caresses that make you pause. Your eyes stare into the mirror to take in your combined form as he drapes himself over you, hot lips peppering your skin with no sign of letting up.

You chuckle dismissively, trying to play off his words as a joke. Your head still isn’t in the right place and even though you enjoy the feeling of his touch, disastrous thoughts still circle throughout to cloud your mind so that you second guess even his affections. 

“Oh, come off it,” you return as you grab the toothpaste off the countertop. “I do not.” 

There is no hesitation in his reply. “I’m serious,” he breathes that husky whisper against your skin as his lips continue down to your shoulder as his fingers pull the t-shirt away from your collar bone to reveal more skin for him to adorn with his mouth.

You roll your eyes in the mirror so that as he looks up briefly he catches the movement. “Yeah, sure,” you again dismiss him. “Whatever you say.”

Before you can even unscrew the cap to the toothpaste, Simon reaches past you to turn off the tap and take your things out of your hands before he rotates you around so that you face him. Your backside presses into the edge of the sink as you rest up against it, mouth scrunched to one side as he gazes back at you with intent. There is a subtle frown on his lips and an anxious look in his copper eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, concerned. “Somethin’ happen? Cause I did see ya leave in a hurry back there.”

You divert your eyes, ashamed of your lack of confidence that has come forward tonight. “I don’t know, it’s nothing,” you shrug, but he isn’t buying any of it. 

His large hand rests itself up under your chin, pulling your head back up to look into his face. “I think ya do know,” he says. “Will ya tell me?”

Clearing your throat, you give yourself a moment to figure out how best to proceed. “It’s just,” you say hesitantly, “I guess sometimes I just wish I looked like that, you know? I know I’m usually not this self-conscious, but tonight I guess I just hit a rough patch with my insecurities and something about the shit they were saying just got to me I guess. You see the way the guys talk about girls like in that movie, like she’s the most gorgeous thing in the world. She’s so perfect and… I…”

You gesture with your head down the length of your body to emphasize your point that you are nothing like the actress: your breasts are on the smaller side, your thighs are incredibly thick, and your stomach is not completely flat. Simon follows your hand, looking you up and down before his eyes meet yours again.

“I’m not. I know it’s fucking stupid and I shouldn’t care about all that, it doesn’t really matter, but sometimes it’s just hard to ignore. I’m not the standard when it comes to beauty, but sometimes I just want to feel like I’m the most irresistible person in the room.”

It seems like he wants to say something, you can see his mouth shifting, but instead his gaze drifts down to your lips and he pulls your chin forward to close the distance between your mouths. Instantly he overtakes your mouth with his own, tenderly capturing your lips over and over with a gentle desperation that makes him shudder against you as he moves in closer. 

“Who the fuck said ya ain’t perfect?” he asks, his voice breathy against your lips. “Gimme that bastard’s name. You tell me right now so I can go ring their fuckin’ neck. Cause that is a goddamn lie.”

“No one said anything like that, it’s just the way I feel,” you answer honestly. “And you’re only saying that because you like me.” 

Immediately Simon pulls you into another long kiss as if he is trying to take those insecure words right out of your mouth before you can say anything else. Breaking the kiss, Simon licks his flushed lips and shakes his head. “Really? Ya don’t think your body can drive someone wild? Then what’s this, hmm?” he asks, grabbing your wrist to pull your hand forward so that he can place the palm over top of the soft bulge growing in his boxers. “See whatcha do to me, sweetheart? Ya think that’s lyin’?”

Your hand rubs over the swell and his hips unconsciously buck slightly against your hand as he hums in approval of your touch. It is instantaneous the way you have him begging for even a simple touch from you; no other has ever held that kind of power over him, not anyone that he would give it to so freely like he does you. The warm pressure from your hand causes the pulsing to intensify as he grows harder and you find your heart beat starting to match its throbbing.

“Ya don’t think I catch the men lookin’ at ya from time to time?” he asks as he leans his head forward until it rests against your own, hands moving up under the hem of your shirt to play with the toasty skin of your abdomen as he talks. “Ya don’t think I see that their eyes glaze over as they linger on your body a bit too long for my fuckin’ likin’? Just cause they won’t say it out loud doesn’t make it any less true that you have something about ya that would drive any man wild.”

His words are like a balm to your mind and the longer he speaks the more you find yourself falling under their spell. Rough fingers are pushing up higher into your shirt, pulling it up over your waist as he runs his palms across the area while his hips press into yours. He’s not forceful or harsh, his advances are only full of adoration in that type of intense devotion that only Simon Riley is capable of when it comes to savoring the best damn thing he has ever had.   

“Don’t let what ya heard back there hurt ya,” he says softly. “Yeah, ya don’t look like that bird on the screen, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t an absolute beauty. You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen and I ain’t just sayin’ it, baby. But ya don’t just have ta take my word for it. Let me show ya that no one can hold a candle to what ya got.”

Simon pulls you over to one of the empty showers and gets it going, fiddling with the taps to make sure the water is going nice and warm before he turns his undivided attention back to you. Instantly his mouth is back on yours as one by one each piece of your clothing is removed and set aside in tandem with his own until you both stand before the other bare.

“I’ve already showered,” you mutter out between pauses as merely just a statement of fact rather than a reason to deny him.

Simon murmurs his disagreement into your mouth. “Don’t care,” he replies through a break in his kiss, continuing to take off your clothes as he dizzyingly tries to get at your body. “Can’t be havin’ those fuckin’ negative thoughts in that head of yours. Wanna take care of ya, make ya feel like the true beauty ya are.”

More kissing, so much that your lips are burning and raw from the friction. His mouth must be aflame too, but he doesn’t let up; he can’t, he’s captured in the wake of your allure and there is no getting out. 

“What if someone comes in?” The last of your questions spills out quick.

He chuckles at your needless worry. “Already locked the door sweetheart.”

Stretching his hand out, he checks the temperature to be sure it’s right before dragging you inside the steamy oasis. The curtain is barely pulled closed before he has you pinned at the back wall, his stocky torso rubbing against your voluptuous naked body as he steals the breath from your lungs, kissing you so thoroughly that there is no distinction between faces anymore.

The change in temperature has your nipples hardening, the blossoms spiking forward at attention, and Simon can feel them poking against his chest the longer he has your mouth locked in that dance of back and forth. The moment he is aware of their presence his mouth is salivating to get at them. 

You might think they are not perfect enough, but to him they are exactly what he wants.

Breaking the kiss abruptly, removing his mouth so quickly that a trial of spit still connects your lips a moment, he tilts his head downward. Being on the smaller side, he can fit your breast almost entirely in his mouth and he does, filling the cavity with as much of your tit as he can without choking. 

You can hardly remember anymore why the stupid comments had you so upset in the first place when you have a man like Simon who will dote on you like you are royalty. His is the only opinion you have come to care about and it is clear that there is nothing he will ever want more than you. 

He moans deep and guttural into your breast as he sucks while letting the end of his tongue flick around the nipple, circling the sensitive tissue until you are writhing against him as he holds you steady to the wall so that he can work. There is another breast after all that requires his attention and he intends to show it the same amount of affection as the other. Switching sides, he gets to work, keeping the first breast warm by cupping it in his hand.

It’s minutes of you quivering and whimpering before he emerges panting with his lips swollen and red, satisfied with his work so far. Giving his lips a break, Simon gently strokes your cheek with his fingers as he gazes into your eyes, swaying your bodies from side to side in easy movements. “Stay with me luv,” he says softly as he watches you take heavy breaths, “I ain’t done just yet.”

Those lips are on the move again to decorate your body, over your sternum and waist, until he has to kneel before you to get any further. He’s on his knees, all 6’4” of him bent to you as he places kisses across your belly while the heated water runs over his dirty blonde hair and down his back, rippling across the muscles in his shoulders as he holds your hips squeezed securely between his broad hands. 

“You’re perfect just the way ya are, baby,” he groans against your moist skin, letting his lips linger wherever he puts them. “Just like this: real, curves for fuckin’ days, so much skin I get drunk tryin’ to get at it all. And the best goddamn part is that it’s all mine.”

More kisses he places along all the areas you think unworthy of adoration, but that he finds absolutely exquisite. “Mine, all mine.”

His words devolve into incoherent babble as he nestles his face into your abdomen to leave burning trails of his desire with his lips that even the warm water cannot wash away from your skin. Your body writhes in his double-handed grasp as your head falls back to rest against the wall as every inch of tender flesh prickles with the overstimulating sensation of being doted upon. 

Lips keep trailing further downward from your stomach to the mound of your sex, through the trimmed patch of hair at the top of your pussy, before they sink into the bulk of your thick, stocky thighs.

“Ya think I get on my knees for any girl?” he asks from his place at the bottom of the shower as he stares up into your face with half-lidded eyes that darken the more he plays with you. “You’re the only one who can bring me to fuckin’ kneel, baby. You and your gorgeous body. I’m at it’s goddamn mercy.” 

Placing his hand on your calf, he nods and you know exactly what he wants: that juicy cunt smothering his features, your bulky thighs crush against his ears. Carefully he helps you to adjust your footing so that he can lift your leg. Propping it up on his own thigh, he sits back on his calves so that his face sits at the same level as your pussy and he leans in, smothering his face right between those dangerously thick pieces of flesh as you widen your stance with his guidance to make it easier. Hardened fingertips dig themselves into your body, forcing you even more firmly against his face until his nose is pressed into your clit and he moves his head back and forth to stimulate it with the tip. 

There is little oxygen to be had between the heat from the water and the heat between your legs, but it doesn’t matter. The sound of your soft, breathy gasps and moans as he penetrates your entrance with his tongue is enough to sustain him until he can come up to breathe. Lapping and thrusting, wriggling and applying pressure, if there is even a whisper of a negative thought left in your brain it is overshadowed completely now by the overwhelming euphoria of being devoured to the brink of insanity.

You buck wild and untamed, panting heavily as the warmth in your belly begins gathering quicker than you could have thought, the coil pulling tightly as minute by aching minute Simon draws your body to the edge of its release. He is relentless in his endeavor, putting your needs above anything else- even breathing. That tongue has moved up to your clit now and with weighty presses over the tiny bean you soon are spilling over the edge and he has to hold onto you tight so that you don’t slip and fall.

Simon stays locked to your pussy until the very last second, keeping his movements going even as you try to pry him off from the sensitivity that is almost too much to handle. It isn’t until you finally stop writhing that he emerges from between your legs with a smile that has your stomach doing somersaults as he wipes his mouth clean of your cum. 

“Second course,” he growls before you even have a chance to fully come down from your high.

Oh you have got him down bad tonight. 

He carefully flips you round to face the wall and uses his feet to make you spread your legs as wide as you can get them. A hefty hand runs itself over the curve of your ass, following the line down all the way to the underside before he grabs it in his hand and gives the meat a firm squeeze.

“Those little boys just don’t know how to handle this much woman; all these fuckin’ curves are too much pleasure for a bastard that don’t know the treasure he’s got. But I know what a fuckin’ feast ya are,” he groans as he aligns your hips and enters you from behind with a forceful grunt that reverberates off the enclosed space of the shower. 

You push palms flat against the wall to steady yourself. “They don’t know how ta treat ya right, how ta love a body that just keeps givin’ and givin’. But I don’t have that problem, sweetheart.”

Simon’s devout words are like liquid fire and as his cock stretches you wide, the euphoria of his talk runs through you to make you burn. Your body is his religion and goddamn does he always worship it right. All those cares, all that self-loathing and doubt entirely evaporate from your mind as he pushes your shoulders forward to make you arch your back so that he can pound into your pussy hard and deep from behind, making your plump ass bounce off his pelvis with a recoil that draws his gaze.

“Fuck,” he breathes, so obsessed with the way you look around him that he is trying to ingrain the image in his mind.  

His aching exclamation thrills you, making your heart skip a beat as his thrusts continue to rock through you. To be craved in such a way, to be thought of like the woman in the movie, that is what he is giving you now and it is euphoric. His intensity is orgasmic and your body responds in kind as he grabs you to move you closer.

“Don’t concern yourself with the bullshit ideas of some puny little boys when ya got a man who will always make sure you feel like a fuckin’ princess when you’re in his arms,” he says in a whisper at your ear as he pulls you back to leans against his chest. “Cause ya are, sweetheart. Your my fuckin’ goddess of a woman.”

The way he says it makes you ache all over and you can feel it twinge in your clit. “Say it again,” you beg, needing to hear him make those sweet combinations of sounds once more until your body vibrates with pleasure. 

His hand comes up to cup around your breast so that he can massage the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, causing you to mewl at the sensation. “You are so fuckin’ beautiful baby, so goddamn perfect just like this, and I love every last fuckin’ inch of ya. My princess.”

Your cheeks feel like they are glowing and on fire as thrusts after thrust he pounds into you, stretching you and filling you full on all of his passion for your body. You will never be able to make everyone see you for the gorgeous being that you truly are, but that doesn’t matter anymore. Simon is more than enough to keep you feeling like the most beautiful girl in the whole world; you are safe with him.

Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as his arms that are filled with your waist clamp down tighter to secure you to him so that he can shove his cock even harder into your now dripping core. “Yes, yes,” you whimper out. 

“Come for me again,” he practically demands as he watches you falling apart once more. “Come on, pretty girl, one more for me. One more together.”

Your limbs are tingling with each snap of his hips against your ass. It’s close, right there, you can almost feel it again as the coil wounds itself tight once more in the pit of your stomach. You clench down on him, making him falter before recovering and continuing on. A few more pumps of him deep in your core and it is right there at the precipice.

“Let go for me,” he whispers into your ear as you clench once more around him and something about the way he says it sets you off. You come for the second time, the orgasm rocketing through you until you can feel it like fire shooting through your veins as you shake with the intensity of it all. 

Quickly he pulls out just in time as he too pops off and comes between your thighs as you clamp them together around his cock. The ejaculate runs down your legs as he milks every last bit out of the tip until his body hangs limp and his head falls down to rest the forehead against your shoulder. Still he holds you close, murmuring soft praises against your neck about how fucking amazing that was and how there is no one else that will ever look more beautiful all flushed and exhausted.

Holding onto you, Simon takes a few steps back forcing you to come along until you are both submerged under the showerhead to let that soothing water run over your bodies until you can both come back down from your high. There are no words yet, none that need to be said out loud, all he needs to do is keep you wrapped in his arms a little longer.

It’s quiet, just the sound of the water rushing filling the silent space for a while, until a noise breaks you both out of the moment. There is a banging on the door from the outside, repeated knocking loudly and clearly; you’ve been in here for too long, but Simon doesn’t seem to be bothered. There is no attempt to leave the steamy oasis yet and soon the sound subsides and you are both left in the silence once again. 

“They’ll just have to fuckin’ wait,” he says against the side of your head in a hushed whisper, lips tempting your earlobe. “They can consider it a punishment for making ya upset. Besides, I’m still busy and you’re not goin’ anywhere.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon smut #simon #ghost simon riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost smut #simin ghost riley #simon ghost x you #ghost #cod ghost #cod mwf2 #cod

[15-lizards]

Imo there is not enough Valyria content out there so I would LOVE to see your thoughts/headcanons on what the geography, city, fashion, etc. looked like

okay this ones a little difficult because even though Valyria is clearly inspired by Rome, I don't like roman (aka greek) architecture for them it just doesn't really fit to me. Honestly its hard to assign any real life inspo because the existence of dragons would have had some major impact on the society as a whole, architecture included

However, if I had to pick a type to ascribe to Old Valyria, my first choice would be a twist on Hindu architecture. I am absolutely obsessed with the sheer amount of details on the buildings (especially the Meenaskshi Temple at the bottom, everyone please go look at more pictures of it it's gorgeous). It's incredibly complex but also tends to be very symmetrical, the styles perfected over hundreds and hundreds of years. I also really love the idea of the spaces being open and well lit, it fits well.

Another alternative is traditional Chinese architecture, with the added bonus of dragon motifs that are already there :D Another type of architecture with an intense focus on details, symmetry, and how the design of a space affects a person. Architecture is a reflection of where a society is in their development, and I find that this could be a good inspiration for Valyria, an advanced culture with the excess time and resources to build things like these.

Woof okay clothing is all over the place I need to brainstorm and tighten my focus on different inspos (also I wish I could draw well so I can blend these styles properly but alas...anyways we ball). The main thing is mediterranean cultures I know that much. The Iberian Peninsula, Rome, Greece, the Minoans, Malta, Cyprus, etc etc all the ancient clothing and traditional costumes from around the Mediterranean Sea. Valyria was in a warmer, damper climate, meaning lots of loose fabric that could let air through but wouldn't weigh you down. Also doubling as shields from the sun. You get the gist I use this type of clothing all the time.

Okay Random Cultural Things Time

Art and literature? honestly really important because while yes this was a conquering civilization, they needed their exploits to live on in wall frescoes and written epics and dramatic pantomimes. I think they were literate, and probably spread written Valyrian to all the colonies, so that they were easily assimilated. People particularly fond of their dragons had pictures of them made and statues sculpted so that they would live on after their death.

Sports and entertainment also pretty big as well. Valyrians were a highly competitive people To Me so I think that riding, swimming, wrestling, racing, and other games were popular with the people, even those in the higher classes. Also fuck it I bet they raced their dragons. A really tall amphitheater where rich men lost money as they watched dragons circle around the ring. Or fight in midair, if the dragon riders were prisoners or sentenced to death.

As for religion, the Valyrians worshipped the gods that gave them dragons, but also tolerated the other faiths of the places the conquered, just in order to ease tensions (and because they had no dragons so why would they worship dragon gods). I like the idea of Roman household gods, with small altars in every home. Statues of the gods of the home, along with any gods a particular family might favor, along with ancestor veneration and dragon veneration. Dragon skulls and dragon masks on the walls baby!

#woah this was really long #spent my entire women and gender studies class doing this sorry Judith butler #asoiaf worldbuilding

[pearlwingdraws]

Moth pin/brooch

A couple people asked me how I made this so I figured I’d just make a little post explaining it.

Before I start I WOULD like to disclose that the pin I’ve made is hugely inspired by the one by TheClosetHistorian (on YouTube) and you should definitely consider checking out her video if you want more instruction or like that format better.

I made a little graphic showing some work in progress pictures as well as materials and techniques used in the different areas. I will type it out in more detail below.

1. First draw out the shape I want on a piece of felt. Add some guide lines for different parts of the design. I layered mine double because it’s quite thin. I used an (unused) dish rag, so don’t worry about the quality of your felt.

2. I start off embroidering the “neck area”, using turkey stitch. Starting from the bottom up, I use a dark turquoise floss, then later mix in a lighter shade.

3. Next I sew on the beads. String on 5-6 at a time and then go back and tack them down with small stitches. I don’t know much about embroidering with beads, so this may not be the “correct” way to do it. The types of beads I used are size 11/0 seed beads and delica beads, as well as bugle beads and Miyuki’s Tila and half Tila.

4. Sequins. I recommend using flat ones instead of the ones I used. I work from the bottom up, trying to get a nice silhouette with the bottom layer, as this will form the outline of the finished piece.

5. After finishing with the sequins, I do some more turkey stitch around the top, so it covers up that edge where you can see the tread. Optionally you can do the whole thing with sequins if you want.

6. Next thing I did was some French knots, just above the turkey stitch in a contrasting color. This is just for some textural variety and decoration, as little “spots”. You can really add them wherever you’d like, or not at all.

7. Then I just finished embroidering the thing. Don’t know what the stitch is called, it’s just making little stitches beside each other until it’s all filled in. I did a little gradient because I felt like it.

For the legs and antennae, i also just winged it. The legs and antennae got layered double in wire and twisted before adding the beads and sequins, then I just used the very tip of my round plier to curl the remaining ends into round little “feet”. Then stitch them securely to the backside of the pin.

I finish it off with another layer of felt, this one painted with a fabric paint I happened to have lying around, both for some extra strength and to match the color scheme better. I cut little slits to fit in a regular safety pin (I recommend get a proper pin/brooch needle) and stitched the backing on with very dense stitches. Pictures below.

Extra suggestions:

If you don’t have sequins, or want a different look, you can embroider the whole thing. Alternatively you can fill the whole space with sequins if you don’t want to embroider it all. You can of course do any shape, size and color scheme, whether based on real life moths or just fantasy!

Lastly I just want to thank everyone for the love you’ve shown for this silly little bug 💖 it means the world to me, and it has really inspired me. I wish I could sell these, but I don’t think that’s really an option for me right now. I’ll let you know if that changes in the future, but until then, I hope those of you who have the interest to make your own find this helpful.

#my art #art tag #embroidery #jewelry #accessories #embroidered pin #embroidered brooch #fabric art #textile art #tutorial #art tutorial #i guess?? #moth #moths #insects #bugs

[shakingparadigm]

Sooo, like I noticed something.

Ivan's Anakt Garden uniform seems to have a different design than all the other children there. Like his top has a collar on it, which I kind of find ironic since he doesn't even wear a collar (because he's a "good boy" they said). But anyways

The thing is, it goes same for Luka, while slightly similar to the standard Anakt Garden uniform (?), his has a slightly different design on the collar part, yet he's also wearing a collar.

So what's the deal with that, like, if it's based of behavior (y'know being a good pet and all) how come Sua doesn't also have a unique uniform? Or is it a way to Spoil Ivan because of good behavior by his owner, then how come Mizi doesn't also have one(we know she and her owner are on okay kind of terms)

I don't know, just kinda sus in a way.

I just really find it ironic how Ivan's uniform has a collar, whilst he doesn't even wear a collar like all the other children. Like sure, he doesn't wear the collar because of his 'goodboy behavior', yet somehow,

that collar part of his uniform, like somehow symbolizes that while he might not wear that collar like everyone else, he was still not entirely free.

I don't maybe I'm just feeling silly and delusional ahahaha (though I'm not entirely sure if there's a canon explanation for it, is there? Let me know muah muah)

The timing of this ask is impeccable actually I was in the middle of drawing my whole Anakt uniform thing and when I saw this pop up in my inbox I thought to myself: Huh!

Regarding the uniforms: overall, I don't think they're modified for any specific purposes, Ivan and Luka's uniforms are just special because, well, they're special, you know? When your Guardian has money and they really invest in you, it's not too hard for them to switch up your outfit a bit. Just to help you form an image. Maybe even coo at you a little bit and tell you how handsome you look. You know, embarassing shit.

That last paragraph though, wow. There's a lot of ways you can interpret Ivan's "collar". Ivan's shirt collar still technically being a collar, even though he's been gifted privilege (the illusion of free will, exceptionality) at the end of the day he will always remain a pet. I do think that's part of it. After all, how unsightly it would be to see a pet with a bare neck? Wild animal, unable to be restrained, uncivilized, a threat.

Ivan is well-behaved, but his place as a pet must be constantly be made clear, even if the humans may not recognize it that way. In this paradisiacal prison a collar is a collar, whether it fabric or metal. In a way, it seems almost belittling, almost mocking.

No wonder Till's outfits so often consist of wide, open necklines. It must be suffocating to be so restricted.

Moving forward, Sua's uniform is unaltered because although she has a wealthy guardian, they unfortunately don't care much about her. Definitely not enough to give her a special uniform. She's not the type to outwardly want for much, anyway. She's conditioned to wear whatever she's given. She has more pressing matters to worry about.

Mizi's outfit is unaltered too, but for a different reason. Mizi is most likely just satisfied with what she has already. The uniform isn't far from the dress she wore on her way to the Garden, and she's already been established to be a rather free-flowing person. Although her Guardian is more than capable of providing for her wishes and preferences, Mizi doesn't seem to mind simplicity at all. She's just happy to be here!

Anyway, back to Ivan. He forgoes his collar because of his good boy behavior, yes. While the high shirt collar could symbolize the aforementioned false trust, it's also quite in line with Ivan's personal style! He's usually seen with his neck covered, after all. It seems like his trademark. Ivan played himself as more of the mature reserved type (save for whenever he's around Till, apparently), so it makes sense for his owner to commission a uniform that further reinforces this proper and responsible persona. Or maybe it was Anakt Garden that directly issued that uniform to him, who knows. Either way, the uniform makes him stand out and immediately sends the message that he's a special pet.

(Fun fact! Many of Ivan's important outfits center around this theme of uniform, his performance outfit in ROUND 3 literally inspired by the key word uniform.)

I believe Luka's uniform is different because his guardian thought it would be cute. HAHA sorry. no but like genuinely. His collar is quite cutesy and fancy, lines up with Luka's overall trademark aesthetic of white frills and ribbons. Even his sleeves are puffed, like a posh little prince! I can't see a practical explanation for these, they seem purely decorative. And it checks out, because of course someone as influential and desperately prideful as Guardian Heperu would want to make his pet the specialest little boy in the Garden.

On a more serious note, though, I think it further hammers down just how much of a doll Luka is. Sua is described as a doll in her own right, but the difference is that her guardian only cares about her when the cameras are on. Guardian Heperu has his eyes on Luka almost 24/7, attending to his needs for success, ensuring that Luka must remain exceptional. I guess the outfit really helps get across that "little prince" kind of vibe.

There's a chance that the thicker, puffier sleeves of Luka's uniform help him stay warm? I'm not exactly sure about the other ways his heart condition can affect his body, but since he has several health issues I'd assume he has trouble regulating body temperature. And the shoes, isn't that one interesting addition? Luka is the only character sporting footwear in the Garden. It's not like the Garden is "dirty" by any means, as it's just simulation (unless they tried to make this simulation as realistic as possible). Maybe Luka wears shoes once again for health reasons. Perhaps Heperu is just extra protective of Luka.

(Side note: Luka's "shoes" MIGHT be socks. To me they seem more like shoes? But they could very well be socks.)

As far as I know, there's no official explanation for the Anakt uniform variations (honestly, I'd bet if they explained their reasoning Q and V would say they thought it just fit the characters, haha. To me it seems like the uniforms are meant to reflect the characters personalities rather than their circumstances, although just like with Ivan's it could definitely be read both ways).

This is just me speculating too! Thanks for the ask, I really enjoyed talking about this!

#alnst #alien stage #alien stage ivan #alien stage luka #asks

[mayakern]

Hi there, I’m a fellow fashion designer and illustrator and I’ve been really inspired by the clothes you’ve been posting lately. Would you be open to a short conversation where I might pick your brain for some of the things you wish you’d known going into the all-over sublimation fabric printing (also, I’d love to learn more abt how you went about finding a manufacturer)

when you find a manu, make a color test garment to test their color range. i did two versions of this for working with our new manu, a color block skirt and a skirt that was a mashup of a bunch of my designs that use different color palettes and drawing processes, so i could see how the printer handled crisp line work vs textural painting etc etc.

direct to garment printing and sublimation are different processes and your files will need to be different. dtg generally maxes out at 100dpi. sublimation can go to like 1400dpi and will look bad if your files are under 300dpi.

making clothing is expensive. to make a living off of it, you need a good profit margin* and enough inventory that the net sales make you a livable wage. unless you take out a loan (something i would not recommend doing unless you are extremely confident), building up the disposable income to afford that much inventory takes time. for me it took about 3-4 years, and even then it was Tight. it takes time to educate customers about your product and credibility and it takes time to build interest/recognition. everything snowballs. it’s slow as fuck at first grows exponentially.

* generally a good rule of thumb is retail cost should be 3x the manufacturing cost. that way you make enough money that one sale can pay for you to make two of the same type of garment. this is because your revenue needs to be able to cover the cost of ONE new garment + operating costs + taxes + the stuff you need to live like food etc etc, but all of that is too complicated to factor in so that’s why the shorthand is 3x.

as for finding a manu, that’s really not my field. i started off working with companies like artscow and vograce, which are much more approachable for new ppl. after that my wife took over contacting manufacturers and started interfacing with them over alibaba. now we contract a supply chain manager to help us find manufacturers, mostly not thru alibaba. her name is ash and you can contact her at Aaccstudios1@ gmail. com if you’d like to hire her.

this is the most useful information i can think of off the bat. if you have a more specific question, feel free to send an ask, and if you are absolutely set on having a more in depth conversation with me, we can schedule a call but i will charge a small consultation fee bc it would require an amount of preparation on my part that i don’t have a lot of time for.

#ask #faq #manufacturing #long post #art tips #sort of

[tau1tvec]

Hello, I adore your creations, your sims are literally the cutest, full of personality and I just, ugh. And I am always in awe of your build/buy skills. Speaking of: Do you have any tips on building/decorating in the sims 3? I wish I could customize my game as well you have, but I always feel overwhelmed when I try to build anything, even when I am just making over a lot. Where do you get inspiration?

Ty. 🥺💕

I don’t rlly build, but I did graduate from The Sims 2 School of Overly Cluttered Kitchen Counters. Depending on which game you’re playing however, you should probably be choosey about what and how much CC you use. 😆

Mostly I get inspired by things I see irl, my mom’s home and the homes of her friends, and ppl I knew down in Texas for example, inspired Isa’s grandma’s house quite a bit. I’ll also look to movies a lot for ideas, especially kitchens and dining areas, bc they’re always so full of life, sights and smells, and I’m definitely the type of person who feels it’s the center of a home where friends and loved ones gather most.

Now as for using that inspiration and applying it to buy/build, I think knowing the sim(s) you’re decorating for first helps a lot. Considering it is their space, their likes and dislikes, living habits ( whether they’re cleanly or can tolerate a little mess ), favorite colors and styles, and their income even can help you paint a better picture of what you want out of the spaces they’ll inhabit.

When it comes to things like colors, and lighting, play with both. Cooler colors for a more sterile feel, and warmer colors for something more cozy. Floor, table and wall lights tend to set a better mood than ceiling lights, but cieling lights can have their purpose in places like kitchens and garages to isolate the center of them. Light coming through the windows is a great way to add a bit of realism, and invite the outside in, esp when it’s sun shining or raining. Turn down the lights in your sim’s home, or turn some off completely to draw attention to a few specific spots in a room. Play with textures, and if you’re playing The Sims 3, don’t stick to the Misc pattern section, try out different fabrics or throw in some marble, metal and leathers. Rugs and curtains are just as useful as plants when trying to get a room to feel “full”. So are little purely decorative details like light switches, and heating/cooling units. Lastly, wonderful as clutter is, an empty space can tell as much of a story as one full of objects. Main thing is to treat every space like a character, that deserves as much love and attention as your sims.

For more tips, you can check out a similar ask I answered here:

#asks #anon #help #gifs

[snowflake-of-destruction]

"My dear, if you'll pardon the condescension," Alastor drawled, halting for a moment for the illusion of hesitance over his words more so than for any real concern for hurt feelings. He was routinely condescending. It was his right as the clearly superior being.  Recognizing this and having a robust enough ego not to be unduly put off by being looked down on (either that or possessing a combination of enough moxie and power to make him reconsider his opinion) was a vital aspect to remaining within the radio demon's circle of people he tolerated if you found yourself lucky enough to gain access to it in the first place.  "You do know the nature of a radio performance means I will not be seen, yes?" 

He was as fond of a well-made suit as the next demon (more fond, even, since so many had lost appreciation for fine tailoring and dressing for occasion in the past decades), but he hardly thought interrupting Vox's evening broadcast with one of his own warranted a new outfit. "If our flat-headed friend has put cameras in my recording booth again, I'll see them fry more quickly than..." That time he did truly flounder for a moment, trying to recall the name of that desperate little would-be-overload that kept attacking their tower. Alas no name came to him. Alastor could only vaguely recall hissing and a rather ugly top hat. "...One of that unfortunate snake's henchmen on a sidewalk." 

"Offense taken. Fuck you, you desiccated old fossil," Velvette snapped back cheerfully, herding Alastor toward the raised platform surrounded by mirrors she usually posed her models on. There was a bounce in her step at the prospect of getting to play with and pose her most prickly colleague. She hovered a breath away from grabbing his arm and manhandling him into place. "May I?"

"Do what you need to in order to adjust the fit, yes. Anything else...you know the answer hasn't changed." Alastor did so love to...what was the phrase he'd heard from the fashionista herself? Clapback? No, that didn't seem like the right context. He liked being the one to present the punchline and the final word. 

"Don't flatter yourself." Velvette snorted." I'm not nearly as desperate as Vox...or Val for that matter."

If he was inclined to be a bit more fair, or, conversely, terribly unfair to his oldest partner, Alastor could have pointed out that, succubus inspired feral states notwithstanding, Vox mostly sought other types of intimacy from him, vulnerabilities he was almost as unequipped to give wholeheartedly, chasing the insular closeness of their early years and some of the words Alastor used to say and try very hard to mean in the way Vox had wished him to before he'd decided to embrace that he was as broken in death as he had been in life (He had been convinced not to call himself broken out loud, as it was apparently upsetting for people who cared about him,  though he didn't care nearly as much himself. What did the term matter as long as he was at peace with himself?) and Valentino had come along to alleviate some of the pressure. 

Valentino was a different story. 

"Speaking of Val.Did you get the flowers?" Velvette asked. Measuring tape snapped. She had taken Alastor's measurements in the past and her magic had a pretty solid lock on his frame, but she knew Alastor appreciated proper procedure. It was why she showed him swatches and let him have a say in picking out his own fabrics before calling clothes into being.

"Lovely as usual, and absolutely dripping with his pheromones," Alastor resigned himself to give her the gossip she was seeking. 

"As usual," Velvette scoffed again, and retreated for a moment to quickly sketch a drawing to show Alastor so there were no surprises.

"A strange sort of apology, considering what it was for. Ruined the natural scent. Waste of whatever favor he called in to get roses fresh from the living world."

"So, what did you do? Shred them, shred him, then stuff the petals in the wounds?" Velvette's eyes were trained on her notebook, but she never let it be said that she couldn't multi-task. 

"Darling, do you think I want to be predictable? That's what I did last time. I cleaned them--carefully--and divided them between my girls." Alastor's smile turned a bit soft around the edges, affectionate, as he recalled Mimzy's pantomimed swooning fit and Rosie's particular amusement at the tired pun of 'roses for a Rose' that she hadn't had an occasion to hear in decades. Both had called him things like charmer and heartbreaker, only meaning the latter as much as would make his grin easy to maintain. Nifty had squealed and asked how he’d known that her next roach production was King Lear and she’d need rose petals for crafting properly regal costuming.

  A feral edge slid back into his grin as he turned the topic back to the moth overlord.  "I'll thank 'Tino later, when he least expects it."

"Am I not one of your girls?" Velvette was just on the wrong side of coy in the tone of her curiosity to spark any true worry for hurt feelings.

"The girl who matters most," Alastor appealed to ego smoothly enough that the claim settled in like a lie, bare and obvious, platitude nearing the territory of blatant mockery.  All the better to obscure whether it came closer to truth than Alastor felt comfortable making known. It was easier to make grand statements about Mimzy and Rosie, those who he saw more infrequently and weren't often directly involved in his battles or business or settled in his territory, who were clearly delineated as asking for favors and accruing debt  when he helped them (whether he ever intended to collect or not). 

"Save the hot air for when Vox gets pissy you're cutting into his air time, Al." Velvette clearly understood and radiated smug happiness, but neither of them would call attention to it. "Why did you pick tonight anyway? Programming's already catered to you. Black and white night. We're showing that remake of Casablanca Val shot with Angie and Husk. His one legit film. You know, until the end scene where they bang on the hood of the plane after throwing the husband into the propeller, but that was on Angel Dust for forgetting the script. Nobody knows how that movie goes except for ‘play it again’ and ‘here’s looking at you, kid,’ anyway.”

Least of all Alastor. He refrained from pointing out yet again that he'd died long before Casablanca had come to the movie houses. Velvette had mocked him terribly when he'd admitted he liked some earthly modern music created long after his death and then made her listen to The Andrews Sisters' "I Didn't Know the Gun was Loaded." It had been no worse than her usual jibes, objectively, but there was a sting involved in being reminded that he was indeed older than she could even comprehend. 

"It feels like a night for it." He couldn't explain his moods. 

Velvette appeared to accept that answer, not pressing further, but showing him her sketches. A suit, first with jacket on and closed, and then shown without the jacket, highlighting a vest with notched lapels and front cut low enough to show off the tie well. The tailoring was tight across his chest and around his waist, but the pants had wider legs. The pinstripes were a touch too wide for his taste, more stripe than pin, but Alastor could hold off arguing the point until he saw it in reality and assessed whether they were truly as tacky as they looked on paper.

"You aren't going to take the opportunity to try and goad me into something more daring?" Alastor asked as a way of expressing his approval. It hadn't been so long that either of them had forgotten the skinny jeans incident. 

"A classic suit never goes out of style, and I already had my win when I convinced you to get rid of that fuckass bob of yours for good. A public service is what that was. Besides, I let Vox keep his fugly, Leave it to Beaver dad sweater vests when he wants to wear them, so you aren't the most embarrassing oldster ruining our image." 

"Our image, is it?" Alastor questioned. He pitied them all, having to account for one another, but he didn't disagree.

"You've been skipping too many of Vox's morning meetings. We are members of the AV Club first and individual overlords outside of the alliance second. We are all faces of Voxtech, even the ones who don't show up on video."

"My public service. This face would bring down our reputation in one shot." Alastor inclined his head and pressed a hand to his chest.

"Stop fishing for compliments. I already have to set an alarm in my phone to remind Val he's pretty every day or risk a meltdown. Don't make me do it for you too." Velvette held up a scarlet and a maroon swatch, and waved them in front of Alastor's face . She knew he didn't have much range. 

He indicated the scarlet. "It's not false modesty. I know we can't all be as adorable as you."

"That's true." Velvette did not even try to suppress a glowing look, preening under the praise. She snapped three times in quick succession until she was happy with her creation. A fourth snap had a heart shaped tie pin affixing itself to the black tie that had wound itself around Alastor's neck and tucked itself into the conjured vest.  

The pin was hardly something Alastor would pick for himself, but the little red heart was also what kept him from commenting on the stripes Velvette had insisted on recreating from her drawing--tacky, yes, but tacky in the same way Velvette's favorite shirt and the adorned fluff that lined the top of Valentino's wings were. 

"Another revelatory new piece from Velvette," Alastor declared, regarding the mirror and watching the steady image blink back at him.

"Hold still. You're not done yet. I'm going to get rid of that monocle for you, and you aren't going to summon it back or buy a new one in a day or two this time around. That thing was grandpa shit when you were still breathing."

"Is that so?" Alastor challenged. "Are you quite sure?"

As sure as she was about Casablanca being one of his favorite movies, surely.

"Collier declared in 1933 that a monocle in one eye was strictly the old ackamarackuss. Don't test me on popular style, Bambi Boo."

"Ackamarackuss?" Alastor questioned, voice reverberating and distorting in surprise as if he were the one that should be unfamiliar with the word.

"Bitch, please. Count on me to always know the best slang," Her chin lifted, expression smug once more.

"It's worse than when Valentino was convinced that if he renamed one of his clubs to The Juke, I would feel more comfortable," Alastor bid her not to try so hard. 

"Oh, come on, how else can I pay you back for the absolute euphoria I felt when you walked  up to that wrinkly old ballet slipper, Camila, at the last overlord meeting and told her," Velvette slipped into an imitation of Alastor's carefully crafted transatlantic accent, "My dear, don't hate us because you ain't us?" She lapsed back into her normal cadence. "That was top tier shit, right there. I'll never forget her face."

#alastor #velvette #wip wednesday #haven't done this in a long time and i wanted to #the vees #av club au #alastor hazbin hotel #velvette hazbin hotel #fanfiction

[oceanlix]

Day 21: New + Blindfold

Pairing: New x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1446

Warnings: Blindfold, hair pulling, oral (female receiving), use of restraints, breast play, nipple play, unprotected sex

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

As your car pulls up to the hotel, you feel your whole body buzzing with anticipation. It’s been a few days since you’ve been able to see Chanhee, and you’re definitely craving him. His soft lips, his gentle hands, his sturdy thighs. You can’t wait to see and touch all of him again.

Retrieving the room key is easy enough; you’re a regular here, so the staff knows your face. You thank the desk clerk and quickly make your way over to the elevators, knowing you only have a small amount of time between your work meetings today. You don’t want to waste any more time than you have to.

The elevator doors open and you step inside, your mind turning to what’s about to happen upstairs. Not that you had anything to complain about regarding your previous partners, but Chanhee is different from the type you usually go for. You tend to go for larger, boisterous men than can manhandle you in bed, but Chanhee is smaller, softer, a bit more passive. When you first met him after his transfer to the main branch of your company, he hadn’t known how to take your aggressive pursuit.

Fortunately for you, he eventually came around. It took a bit of convincing regarding your status as colleagues, but you were relentless and Chanhee thought you were just too pretty to pass up the opportunity. You’d been with him almost every free moment of your time since, not caring who saw the two of you disappearing at the office. Your HR department already knew what you two were up to, and that was all that mattered as far as you were concerned.

You reach the end of the hall, taking a deep breath and swiping the key card over the reader. “Hello darling,” you greet playfully as you push the door open, gliding inside. You don’t see Chanhee on the bed, so you guess that he might be in the bathroom. However, a black strip of fabric suddenly covers your eyes, making you gasp.

“Hello to you too, gorgeous,” his soft voice whispers into your ear. His fingers delicately tie the blindfold over your eyes, your breath catching in your throat at the loss of one of your senses. “I wanted to try something different today.”

You can’t tell where he is, at least not until you feel his hands pushing apart your knees. A thrill runs through your body as you lean back against the closed door. You find his hair and slip your fingers into it, pulling gently.

“We haven’t got a lot of time,” you pant, your legs shaking as he carefully rolls down your stockings. He places a light kiss over the wet spot of your panties, teasing you. Chanhee loved to make you fall apart like this, drawing things out until you had to beg him for your release. But you don’t want to leave this room unsatisfied; then you’d be cranky and spiteful all through your afternoon meetings, which isn’t good for business.

“I don’t think we’ll need that much,” he replied. You can hear the smirk in his tone, making your mouth go dry with want. When his lips meet your inner thigh, your knees buckle slightly and your head falls back against the door. 

Chanhee hooks his fingers in your panties and pulls them down your legs, letting them pool around your ankles. You can only figure out where he is because of his hot breath hitting your exposed pussy, then his hands sliding up to squeeze your ass. His tongue lays flat against your folds suddenly, leaving you gasping as your hips jerk forward against his face.

“Baby, you have to stop squirming so much,” he scolds, pinching your ass roughly. You yelp, feeling wetness drip down your thighs. Before you can catch your breath, he’s slipping two fingers into your entrance, his tongue lapping gently at your clit.

“Chanhee,” you breathe, wishing you could see him go down on you. It’s always so hot to see him staring up at you from between your legs, though you suppose the heightened sensations of the blindfold are making it worth your while. You tug on his hair again while he fingers you, moans falling freely from your lips.

Chanhee pulls back suddenly, leaving you feeling empty as your orgasm retreats. “So sweet,” he mutters, rubbing the back of your knee gently. “But let’s go to the bed.”

He scoops you up in his arms, your panties falling from your ankles to the floor. It’s not like you’ll be needing them anyway. He places you on the bed carefully, and then you feel him untying the blindfold from around your eyes.

“Hey there,” he teases, leaning forward to kiss you. It’s soft and slow, his tongue curling around yours like you two have all the time in the world. But today you really, really don’t, so you whine until he pulls away.

“Please hurry,” you beg, but Chanhee only shakes his head.

“You really need to be more patient sometimes, dear. Now would you lift your hands up for me?”

You blink in confusion, not sure what he’s trying to do. But then you look up at the headboard, and it all clicks. You hold your hands up together near one of the bars, your lover looping the fabric around your wrists and through the bars.

“How’s that feel?” he asks you, sitting back so you can test the give. It’s secure enough when you tug on it, the fabric so soft that it won’t chafe your skin either. Chanhee smiles as you give him a thumbs up, leaning down to give you another kiss. He moves down along your throat, unbuttoning your blouse as he kisses lower and lower.

“Pretty,” he comments, eying your black lace lingerie. “But it still needs to come off.” He unhooks your bra and slides the straps off your shoulders, your blouse going along with it. Finally, you’re totally bare before him and at his mercy. His hands squeeze and massages your breasts, drawing out lewd moans as you try to arch up into his touch. He withdraws his hands almost immediately, sitting back and watching you with a satisfied smirk.

“Chanhee,” you whine, wiggling your hips. The fact that he’s no longer touching any part of you is driving you crazy, your folds dripping wetness onto the bed. “Please just touch me, let me come.”

Your lover seems to finally take pity on you, sliding two fingers into his mouth so that he can wet them with spit. There’s really no need considering how wet you already were, but you still moan loudly when he inserts them into your pussy. He pinches your nipple with his other hand as he settles between your legs, his tongue darting out to lick your clit while he works you over.

“Does it feel good?” he asks, lips brushing against your folds as his fingers curl and press inside you. You squeeze your legs around his head instead of answering, arms pulling tight on the fabric as you thrash around. Between his fingers and tongue in your pussy and his other hand on your breast, it’s all getting to be too much. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly, and you hope he won't deny you this time.

“Fuck, I love your tongue,” you cry, wishing you could pull on his hair. But your hands are still tied up, so all you can do is shake and whimper as he licks your slit. “Chanhee, please, wanna come so bad.”

He grins, his nose bumping against your clit as he twists his fingers against your spot. “Sure dear, go right ahead.” Your vision goes white as you spill your juices all over his hand, your hips twitching. He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you lazily, waiting for you to come down from your high.

“Untie me please,” you say once you catch your breath. Chanhee reaches up and undoes the fabric, rubbing your wrists gently. He looks at you, leaning down to kiss you with a grin.

“You did amazing,” he tells you, brushing your hair out of your face. “How was it?”

You snuggle up under his chin with a sigh, his arms automatically wrapping around you. “Amazing. I wish you’d come to the main branch sooner,” you sigh. He laughs, kissing the top of your hair.

“Well, you better hurry up if you wanna make your afternoon meetings. Ours ended five minutes ago, Mrs. Y/L/N.” You look over at the alarm clock, gasping quietly as you sit up and start pulling your clothes back on.

#tbz smut #the boyz smut #new smut #chanhee smut #chanhee x reader #chanhee fic #kinktober 2022 #my fics #100

[ciaossu-imagines]

For day 16 of the event, I used number 5 from prompt 18 for Ururu from Bleach! She’s so cute and such a sweetie, so it was nice to take the chance to write for her! Though there’s not many of them and they’re rather mundane, I hope any fans of the series will enjoy 😊

What does the character normally wear?

Ururu just naturally feels most comfortable in skirts or dresses. She doesn’t find pants overly comfortable. To be honest, she’s one of the very few people in the world who honestly hate wearing jeans for any length of time. She’ll wear them if she absolutely has to, but she’s counting the minutes until she can take them off.

She’s pretty much the epitome of soft girl aesthetics meets preppy shy girl. She mixes and matches in between the trends, though she wouldn’t know it. She’s not someone who keeps up on fashion or really understands much about it. She wears what she likes, shops wherever is cheapest, and doesn’t give her clothing much attention beyond that. Fashion terms would just go over her head every time.

She prefers soft pastel colours. Light blues, greens, lilacs, and pinks are all colours that just naturally attract her. She’s not a fan of bright, bold, in-your-face colours that draw attention to her but prefers softer colours that don’t stand out and neutral tones like white and tans that are appropriate for any situation.

Ururu isn’t someone who will have a lot of sensitivities in terms of fabrics or clothing types. She doesn’t notice huge differences between a lot of the fabrics, especially if they’re washed and treated with good fabric softener. She’ll know the obvious – wool feels different from cotton, which feels different from silk, but other than that, she’s not exceptionally worried or even observant about things like that.

She does prefer her clothing to fit but be slightly loose. A very modest person, Ururu hates anything that clearly shows her body, as well as anything low-cut or very short. She wants to be proper, not flirty, or seductive in appearance.

When she’s cold, it’s cardigans or pull-over sweaters she reaches for rather than hoodies. She doesn’t think she’s often seen a pretty hoodie.

For pyjamas, Ururu definitely is the type who likes matching pyjamas sets. Something about wearing anything mismatching (socks, pyjamas, etc.) really bothers her, actually.

She wears her hair quite plainly and doesn’t have a lot of hair accessories. However, she does like pastel or femininely decorated elastics and scrunchies, along with plain but pretty coloured clips and bobby pins.

She wouldn’t be able to walk in heels and has no idea why she should ever wear a pair.

When she does start to wear make-up, it’s very natural looking. She’ll fill in her brows, wear brown eyeliner lightly, clear mascara, and maybe a slightly tinted lip gloss. She’s not too comfortable with anything more than that, though she wishes she was better at make-up so that she could experiment with things like contouring.

#unrequested prompts #bleach #bleach headcanons #headcanons #ururu tsumugiya #tsumugiya ururu

[ssalballoon]

What are your favourite art books? 💕💕love your work

thank you! 🌟 oh artbooks?! that's actually a really interesting question hmm... I don't physically own any (expensive ⚰️) but I've seen them online for some games and artists I like! idk how interesting they'll be if you're not into those specific games but nonetheless i think the art is a treat to see even without context! i'll answer under the cut, this ended up being rly long

Dai Gyakuten Saiban 1 & 2 / The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Kazuya Nuri)

- Nuri's soft lilac shading is so beautiful + unique to his art! I also appreciate that this artbook is mainly full of sketches and renders you don't see in game. They're so expressive, I wish other artbooks had more doodles of the characters goofing off, you can tell Nuri loves these characters a lot hehe (how often can you say the lead artist drew april fool's furry designs + canon animal plushie designs for the mcs)

the doodles that really stuck out to me are spoilers so i won't share those, but they really feel like snippets from a slice of life anime which humanizes the characters so well

Fire Emblem Echoes (Hidari)

- Hidari's designs are so classy and elegant, the way his fabrics all have a palpable weight and texture to them, and his coloring is so warm... there's a good reason why his designs keep getting circulated with praise every once in a while hehe. I really hope they bring him back for another game!

a personal favourite... she's very pretty!!

(on a side note i rly love Nuri and Hidari's female character designs, it's refreshing to see! not to say that modest designs are inherently better than more fanservicey ones, but i find that the female character designs are even more memorable because of it! it's mainly a personal preference)

Fire Emblem Awakening + Fates (Kozaki Yusuke)

- god of drawing armor and anatomy in perspective... his poses are so dynamic because of his mastery of foreshortening. I love seeing his work in Heroes, it only continues to get better over the years! plus he designed Lucina and Inigo so :D

as much as i love his artbooks my favorite art from him comes from fe heroes! his units have the most unique posing in the game, it always makes me excited to see more of his art (i especially love how conscious/deliberate he is with body types in his designs)

Persona 5/ 4/ P4 Arena Ultimax (Shigenori Soejima)

- Soejima's art influenced my artstyle a lot back in 2017(?) and 2021! (I mainly enjoy his b&w rougher style since it's so bold and also a fun style to draw in, although his painted stuff is fantastic as well) I enjoy seeing the Persona designs since they're so different to what I usually draw and it's really hard to capture the grace he draws them with (especially P4's)

this video of Shigenori Soejima drawing live changed me in 2017

persona 4/arena ultimax have my favorite persona designs out of the modern games!

Death Stranding (Yoji Shinkawa)

- It's a shame you don't see Yoji Shinkawa's artwork in the game much (to my knowledge) because it's stunning how vivid, gritty, and yet effortlessly elegant it is. The monster designs are so haunting gahhh it's so cool! The mastery he has with ink and brush is insane he can be so loose with the lines and yet it conveys everything you need to know

the full body ink sketch of die hardman... it's so loose and yet it's very controlled aghh it's so impressive (i saw hunter schafer got her portrait drawn by him and like. imagine yoji shinkawa drawing you. ohmygod)

Okami (Takeyasu Sawaki, Kenichiro Yoshimura, Mari Shimazaki)

- when I was in middle school I didn't even know games could look like this?! The obvious traditional Japanese art influence makes the designs really unique even compared to modern games. The calligraphic brush strokes are so striking and I especially love the subtle ink bleed outside of the outlines, it honors traditional media so well. honestly this game's style in general is one of a kind

love how playful these are! i forgot how much i loved this game

Journey (Matthew Nava)

- (although it is an artbook I've only been able to see a few of the pages! Nava does have an archived GDC talk where he presents the book that I still have to take a look at) I found the color script for the complete story interesting since it shows both the color corresponding with the literal height of the mountain for the hero's journey that the game was so inspired by. Plus the alternate designs for the iconic main character are so cute!

masterfully crafted experience... i think this is the first time i've seen a color script for a game? (although i guess i'm not that familiar with games)

These aren't actual art books but I really like the concept art for them:

Transistor (Jen Zee)

- my favorite Supergiant game! It's a shame there's so little of the concept art out there (I'm pretty sure I saw more years ago but I couldn't find them more recently... link rot grr...) Jen Zee's painterly style is gorgeous and the colors are so warm, so uncharacteristic of the cyberpunk genre we're typically familiar with! her art was also a big inspiration for me when I was younger

Apex Legends

- apex does have an artbook but l mainly enjoy looking at the character designs and the transition screens for compositions (especially the season 4 Revenant's trailer ones, one day I hope my background/environment art can reach a level anywhere close to that). The character designs and overall setting are different from my usual style so it's cool to see the attention to detail in fabric texture, prop design, worldbuilding, etc. and try to apply it to my designs

this transition has such a strong sense of narrative in the illustration, it impressed me so much i drew something inspired by it (i'm not sure who the original artist is, i thiiink it's liam mcdonald...?? i really hope i'm not misattributing it;; out of the concept artists his illustrations look the most similar...?)

I'm interested in Outer Wilds' artbook and Disco Elysium's but I don't think I can look at those without spoilers! both phenomenal games that i really need to finish (i know outer wilds' main story but not echoes of the eye)

hit the limit on pictures 😔 and i've been sitting on this ask for a while... I feel like there are more artbooks that aren't coming to mind ahh I should really keep track of them better! thank you for the ask, it was nice to revisit these again 💞

#my asks #anonymous #this took a while bcs i wanted to hunt down the artbooks + write my thoughts on the art instead of just listing them

[rotzaprachim]

12, 17, and 18 for the asks!

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

uhhh... no one in my particular circle of people with Taste, but Jyn. not even in terms of immediate fandom disk horse, but that in the wider-off tumblr star wars cultural reception, I think that even if rogue one is remembered as that That Time SW managed to Make Another Film That Was Good, the individual characters have been kind of... swallowed up. and that's why i love her. she's such a fucking mess. she's kind of petty and mean but in the space of things feels really human and fragile and somewhere outside the sw Strong Female Character Warrior Queen thing. her introduction scene as an adult where she takes the fucking shovel and just starts swinging is one of my favorite things in sw.

i think the same could be said of a bunch of the individual characters in andor, who i deeply adore, especially cinta, vel, bix, and kleya. not that they're unpopular in the I Hate These Women Way fandom sometimes does but that you just don't really see much... about them. (i do wish things about bix's writing were different, but i am fascinated by her as a CHARACTER and the fact that not only was she part of the extremely nascent rebellion before cassian, before almost everyone we know, if you draw the lines she's probably REALLY central to the axis circuit which is.. fascinating. like because she has no reason to tell Anyone the Truth of her secret dealings, we actually know extremely little about her, and that fascinates me. also she's this woman stuck in a small town she's tied into the fabric of and that's this source of complex ennui and pain i really love seeing in genre fiction and would love to root around in some more.)

vel and cinta... HELLO... vel and cinta.... cinta and vel... my brain is always thinking about them. just a lil.

also! i think leida mothma is second only to dark vader in greatest villains of the star wars universe. she's annoying as hell and she's this generational ticking time bomb about what happens when the kids born into the empire swallow it, when they /aren't/ leia organa.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

instead of twitter misogyny i would like to see jyn/bix also jyn/bix/cassian. nothing will save us but bi threesomes.

AU's where cassian drove the van for the aldhani rock group's cringe death metal band (or, if we're placing SW into the 1970's, the aldhani group's 60's scottish folk band.)

honestly extremely attached to any kind of thing where jyn and cassian have a deep connection to each other that isn't laterally a hallmark greeting card. like i actually really find the extremely close FWB vibe with them during the rebellion era to be tremendously interesting, and i don't think fandom does enough with the whole fact that maybe a 70's space-futuristic leftist army /might/ not have the same ideas around social organisation and intimacy as a a netflix rom com OMG ARE YOU GUYS LIKE TOGETHER TOGETHER???? (like i'm sure the goss on echo base was insane but i'm also not sure it might have been That.)

Anything which recognises the Real Fact that Rogue One AU's should be set in the 1970's and everyone should be wearing 70's fashions and there should be way more oblique mentions of bellbottoms and paisley. except arguably andor might be set in the 60's. in which case they should be wearing 60's fashions.

This might be summoning snakes into my house but... you know all the stuff i said about kidfic aus? turns out what i really dislike are bad kidfic aus! because they thing is is that i think jyn and cassian's narratives are profoundly focused on the question of What It Is to be Someone's Child, and sw in general is really interested in the questions about what it is to be someone's parent and someoen's child in extremity (how well they carry this out ESPECIALLy with women is debatable) and there's a lot of room to do some seriously interesting character study work and post-war How Do We Break These Cycles work if it's something aside from the kind of bioessentialist hey guys woman's purpose Fulfilled because she's had biological children/ narrative OR the you can tell how Healed jyn and cassian are and how Over the War is cause they have two (2) biological children in space!suburbia called lyra and galen scenario, which proliferates in fandom. basically what i'm saying is there's no weird indie movie about rey climbing into cassian's car at the Jack-Q service station to steal his potato chips and him being like WHOSE KID IS THIS i have to RETURN you so this isn't KIDNAPPING [terrible flashbacks] and rey being like nooo mister and then they go on a loopy roadtrip to find her parents when of course the answer is in the journey. also nobody's written the scenario of Ye Classic Space!Road Trip to The Beach and the kids in the back seat are like BISCUIT BARON BISCUIT BARON and cassian is squinting over the top of the steering wheel because he thinks he missed the turnoff and pulling ye old Hay Comida En La Casaaaaa but Jyn's just like actually every single Biscuit Baron in the galaxy is closed, just for today, and the only thing they sell is black coffee.

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

not to be like people would Care if they were white men BUT the amount of press and buzz and fics there would be if velcinta were white men like literally shut up about white war criminal superhero x white war criminal superhero when there's antifascist lesbian guerillas shooting fascists AND wearing twee hats in the highlands while they feed sheep in their lil space!scottish brokeback moutain moments. i think they're slept on as individual characters and as a ship especially when Cinta is one of the only women of color in the modern star wars and vel's story is on some level literally about queerness, being a queer woman in a conservative society (always hiding, always changing.)

jyn and cassian's matching magical girl anime moment soulmate chrystal kyber necklaces

still boggling over the fact that cassian and jyn's Rebellion Kidnappers/Dads canonically are people with History, c'mon guys, there's an infinite amount of stuff to do with saw and luthen accidentally setting their kidnapping victims/adoptees/proteges up together. (also i'm just extremely fascinated by saw and luthen as characters, up there with Guys Fandom Sleeps on.)

#this was so fun thank you. thank you #rogue one #andor

[callsignfate]

Open File: Operators.

》Yes No

》Files | 》- Callsign Fate | 》--Open | 》Yes No /Checking Clearance level/ ... Name: [Redacted] [Redacted] DOB: 12/24/96 (26) Height: 5'1 Weight: Blood type: O positive Next of Kin: [Redacted] Maternal grandmother: Deceased Maternal grandfather: Deceased Paternal grandmother: Alive [Redacted] Paternal grandfather: Alive [Redacted] Mother: Deceased Father: Alive [Redacted] Brother(s): 1, Alive [Redacted] Sisters(s): 1, Alive [Redacted] General information: W/no name on file Fate goes by their callsign, Fate. Fate has been known to be difficult to work with on when/if put on a team. No education on file or found. Video interview link: 》Open | 》/Play Video/ Interviewer: Would you like to introduce yourself? Fate: ... Interviewer: Introduce yourself. Fate: Fuckin' fine. I go by Fate. Interviewer: Your name, Fate. Fate: That's above your pay grade. Interviewer: Fine. Interviewer: Let's start easily, do you have any family? Fate: I'll chew off ye' fuckin' 'ead with my own teeth before I'll answer that. Interviewer: Okay well, we're here because you were known to be disobedient to orders unless you were alone, they said you don't work well with others. Fate: Okay? So? Interviewer: Would you like to dispute that, do you have anything to say on that? Fate: Interestingly enough I don't give a rats ass what you or anyone else says about me. If I'm hard to work with get rid of me. Quite simple, yea? Interviewer: I wish we could, you may be not so nice to work with but you get your job done quickly and efficiently every time. Fate: I wish we could too. Interviewer: ... do you have anything you'd wish to tell the people you've worked with previously if they watch this, or any new teams that might be interested in having you join their squad? Fate: Oh yea I have a few words for ye's alright. You don't want me, I'm not something or someone to "break". I'm here for a nice time not a long time so get with it or get out of the fuckin' way. No I'm not from fuckin' god knows where. My accent is from the middle of fuckin' no where United States. One last thing? Kiss my ass Shepherd, I know you'll watch this. Interviewer: Alright, well- /Video end/

(Just in case anyone was confused, meet my Character Fate. No, she's not me, although I did give her my 'accent'. She has some doodles I did for fun. I kinda got bored one day and decided to make her. She does wear a mask and fabric to hide her hair, but it's just for stealth/ personal reasons she has no religion. If you'd like, you can take and save the drawings and put your own characters with her or draw her. I'd love to see them! The doodles are heavily referenced from a ton of different images. They are just doodles of her nothing major because I rarely do more than doodle anymore. Anyway, I hope you like her she's just something I did for fun!)

#oc art #original character #cod mw2 oc #cod ocs #call of duty oc

[yjwhatif]

Adding on to the last post, I found a way to make it more angsty. Just imagine this scenario in-between season three and four, when Bart's like 15.

I think if it was from 15 to 10 then the whole situation would be more angsty. Imagine, the outsiders come back to the premiere building, Bart’s been hit with some sorta spell by [insert magic villain here] and is lying on the couch. After a while, he’s ten again and everyone is freaking out and tries to call a magic user that is available. Now when Bart wakes up, he freaks out (“where am I, am I safe, who are you), and then he sees that he’s in a building. Something actually not destroyed and in ruins, his clothes don’t have holes in them, he looks through the window and sees a clear sky without ash and dust. Then his hands go to his neck and he realizes he doesn’t have a collar on. He thinks everything is some kind of illusion, some cruel joke the reach is playing on him.  Once one of the outsiders realizes, they all crowd around him to make sure he’s okay and then Bart sees Blue Beetle. He panics and runs, everyone’s confused about his behavior but Ed and Jaime know why. Then through the whole de-aged Bart thing, everyone starts finding out about what the reach did to him (Jay, Barry, Iris, Jaime, Ed, and dinah know). Cassie and Virgil want to just punch the reach for what they did to their friend, Gar and Traci feel horrible about what they did to him + Jaime, Tara and Vic are kinda confused cause they are very new to this, and they don't know Bart that well. Then throughout the whole time, Bart is uncharacteristically quiet, closed off, and just in survival mode. Anyway, this is my way to make it more angsty, sorry for such a long post. I love your blog + drawings!! Have a good day <33

Oh the angst! I love it Anon! With that previous response I made, I was definitely thinking of a Bart that’s aged down to like 5 or something - but I think it’s so interesting how different the scenario becomes if you go for an age that’s even just a few years older. It doesn't take long for someone to become hardened by circumstance, and since the apocalypse was all Bart ever knew, it really wouldn't take long for him to become that vigilant, closed off bart whose sole mission was survival. I really wish we knew more about his history - it would be so fascinating and probably heartbreaking but I still really want to know it!

Your bit about him initially thinking he’s in an illusion created by the reach makes me think of the thing from Barts original comics canon where he grew up in a virtual reality for reasons - not that I actually know anything about his comics origins but I do know that’s a thing and that’s about it… anyway, obviously that’s something that never happened with our Bart but there's an interesting idea there which could fit into yj canon… what if the Reach did have some sort of virtual reality simulator type thing that they’d put people into as either a form of punishment or a method of experimentation used to learn something they want to know using their typical barbaric ways. For whatever reason - punishment or testing - Bart has spent a lot of time in the VR simulator and experienced so many types of scenarios - but the absolute worst one is when he wakes up and all is right in the world… the reach are gone, humanity is free and his family is once again happy, healthy and by his side the way they should be… if you know the justice league unlimited series, then think the episode ‘for the man who has everything’ - it's absolute torture. So his waking up in the body and mindset of his younger self surrounded by bliss and comfort would really mess with his head if he's used to waking up in fabricated realities because of the reach - that would really take a lot of convincing for his friends to help him understand what is the truth… then you add in the blue beetle element and things really would get insane.

This is such a compelling concept that’s forming before my very eyes - i love it - thanks for adding onto it Anon! Also thank you for liking my blog and art - it means a lot… though it really wouldn’t be what it is without all the amazing messages people are kind enough to send to me - you lot help keep the YJ spirit thriving whilst we wait for more content! You’re all so great and I truly appreciate anyone who reads my nonsense…(there’s not many in my life that would do that, so… 🥰!!)

LB

#thanks anon! #ask box #my response #bart allen #jaime reyes #blue beetle #aged down bart au #young justice #yj

[wiitchkins]

Hello!!! okay obviously your knowledge of and taste in fashion is INCREDIBLE, we ALL know this, it is ELITE AND SUPERIOR - my question is, what's your background in fashion? what influences do you consider very important in your art? you mentioned in your most recent drawing of marinette that guo pei's couture is some you really like, so you clearly Know Some Stuff about fashion!! p.s. your art is *waves hands around* i would let it eat me

Ahhhhhh!! Thank you thank you thank you this means so much to me to hear! As for my background in fashion…

I am sorry to say I actually have basically 0 actual background in fashion aside from watching almost every season of project runway as it was airing (dropped off a few seasons after Tim and Heidi left) and a long standing appreciation of fashion as an art form.

I’ve never been particularly fashion forward or stylistically adept and I would say pretty much up until I started college I was pretty. Unstylish. Anti-stylish? In my own wardrobe. Nowadays I actually mostly present in way that leans more butch and I do have a defined style I’m both comfortable in and actively enjoy, but it’s very very different from what I like to draw and design.

As the internet evolved it became a lot easier to find stuff and for the past mmm five or so years I try to keep up with the seasonal runways, a lot of which you can find literal photos and recordings of on Vogue.com. Couture is… deeply fundamentally different from “ready to wear” in that it’s often simply unwearable in everyday life, but I think the way it emphasizes certain shapes, forms, and movement is, simply put, absolutely fucking sick (it is however not without its problems as in my experience mmm some Couture fashion folks can be extremely pretentious and intolerable 🙄 not to mention the space itself is highly inaccessible, favors certain features/body types/skin tones, and is inherently classcist, etc etc)

To keep up with what’s currently “fashionable” (as in what people are actually wearing) I honestly just scroll through Instagram to see who’s wearing what and going through different tags and knowing keywords for what different groups elf describe as helps. “#streetwear” is gonna give you a different feed than “#it girl” is gonna give you a different feed than “#office fit”. I also like to scroll through instas and tumblrs that are literally just interviews and photos with random people op finds out in the world- you see personality in how things are put together in specific. What makes a look personal to them? What is practicality and what is fashion, and how much of each does each individual desire? I don’t think everyone is the same kind of Fashion Forward (or even is fashion forward) and I think it’s fun to find different niches and mix and match while still applying design theory Ive learned elsewhere. Even a character who is specifically Not Fashionable is that way in a specific sense, and could still have an appealing design. Also studying fashion at all gave me the ability to draw fabric which is a huge skill.

Without saying too much about my actual job, I am not a character designer at the moment, but I do think having this general knowledge of costume design and vested interest in keeping up current fashion (both ready to wear and couture/runway) is extremely important in my profession and wish it was more emphasized as I think it would be. Very helpful. The character design in Apple TV’s/Skydance’s Luck drives me absolutely bonkers because it sucks so much and the main characters looks like an old navy ad circa 2010. The same could unfortunately be said for our fav girl Marinette. She’s allowed to be less aggressively Fashionable because she is in fact a child, but I’d love to see a bit more attention to detail and understanding of what teens wear nowadays, let alone what they were wearing even 5 years ago. Her look was a tiny bit dated when the show was first released, but it’s even more egregious now. Not that they’re going to change it anytime soon but they had an opportunity in the movie to at least play with proportions since the jacket’s.. cut I guess and pink capri jeans are the most egregious. Maybe I’ll do a redesign that keeps the general idea/pieces in tact… idk. God. Please character designers learn fashion.

Anyway now that I’ve written an essay here’s some stuff I’ve liked and have been thinking about recently:

Guo Pei (as I said, Spring 2019 rules, but Spring 2017, 2018 and Fall 2019 are my favs)

Zimmerman Fall/Winter 2022

Heaven Gaia Spring 2022 Couture

Clio Peppiatt x Annie’s Ibiza current collab collection

Lawrence Basse (all her work tbh)

Zuhair Murad Fall 2022

Tran Hung Fall 2017

Alexander McQueen Menswear Fall 2022 and 2018

Christian Dior Resort 2023

Janelle Monae’s Pre-Dirty Computer Era

Thierry Mugler (his entire body of work tbh but rn I like Resort 2021)

Hawwa (@hellohawwa)

Jarvis Aivali (@jarvisaivali)

This is not to mention my love for pre-colonial Filipino textiles, 1920s butch lesbian fashion, charro suits, whatever the look is called with the giant oversized floral button shirt and the jeans is, bright colorful floral/and or embroidered suits, ami thompson’s knight and princess characters, and the catholic met gala specifically.

#long post… sorry hehe #fashion #ask #I have a lot of thoughts. hope this answered ur question hahaha

[giomagnetism]

Handing you Spencer prompts on a platter. 🤥🍟🙈🌙👖🌪️ (That one's real fun) and 🖍️

emoji prompts

🤥 LYING — are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

First I have to draw a distinction here, with outright lies vs. partial or carefully-phrased truths. The former Spencer almost never does, not so much as a matter of principle as a matter of dislike. She's blunt to the point of insult and prides herself on that; she is not going to mince words, and if you think she'd be the type, she takes it as a personal insult. This you have to understand about Spencer: if you don't like her, those straightforward and flat and reserved mannerisms, that is a you problem. Full stop. She's shit at outright lies; most of the time she doesn't know where to begin fabricating them. She stammers and fidgets and glances around too much. Her favored method is remaining silent, and usually let some other person do the talking.

(Exception granted if she's trolling. Then she's just fine at making stuff up.)

The latter she's much better at, and in fact get used for the sake of surviving. Spencer has kept a lot of secrets over the years, things she just doesn't want folks knowing. It is much easier to divert their attention by telling them just enough about what they want to know and nothing more, or convincing them that they don't have, or want, to know the answer. If you know her well enough, you can catch these in the way her talk and temper get shorter—if given the chance, she will otherwise like to answer in excruciating detail—but no one knows her that well, by her own design. Nobody gets close enough to figure out the flaws in her story.

🍟 FRIES — do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

Both! Uh. That is, cooking is a skill she gets exponentially better at over time, and she's also the "we have food at home" type. Unlike Shiloh, she doesn't like squandering her cash on takeout, but she isn't very good at it initially—and combined with the fact that she almost never has the energy to cook, most of what she makes are frozen foods or two-step recipes. Given the time, energy, and training, Spencer really loves to cook. I mean, she's kind of infamous for cooking on shift with stinger pots and fire-starters—no point in letting all that Salmonid meat go to waste.

Yet more often than not she does end up with takeout, maybe a sit-down restaurant if the payout's alright. As mentioned, at one point Shiloh and her make a tradition of buying each other dinner after a shift, which... they do a lot of runs, you know.

🙈 SEE NO EVIL — what's a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

That's, tricky. It isn't really a matter of different facets so much as a matter of depth. Spencer doesn't vary much—most everyone's going to know the same hard personality traits, the same unromantic attitude. The one distinction you could draw would lie in the fact that she's much rougher on-shift; admittedly, it is an outlet she doesn't want anyone from her ordinary life learning about, but not just because of the difference in personality. It's more about the independence (although Spencer's so much more neutral off-shift that it'd come as a shock to most of her coworkers).

However, there're plenty of smaller things that Spencer doesn't want anyone knowing, and a fair number of them recontextualize the person she is and why. Those are the things masked by depth, stuff that—even if she wanted to tell—she's kept to herself for so long that she just can't fathom what another person would do with it. Spencer was an isolated kid, and it takes her a very long time to grow out of it.

🌙 MOON — what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

She doesn't have one. Wishing implies hope, implies a desire for change. She's fine with her lot in life, she swears; that can't be so hard to believe.

👖 JEANS — what is their go-to outfit?

Her default in-game gear's the full-moon glasses, white layered LS, and red & black squidkid! Spencer was designed with a pretty plain fashion sense—layered shirts, torn jeans, sneakers, that kind of thing. Kinda like, skater girl stuff. For the period during [CLEARANCE REQUIRED] she defaults to shorts and whatever random shirt or tank top she grabs first.

🌪️ TORNADO — what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

I have unfortunate news and that's that the answer to this one's major spoilers. But, it still wasn't actually a significant change: Spencer has stuck as near to her original impulse as development's allowed. Her premise and character had a lot of built-in flexibility, and I liked her in the first place because I could take off and run in whichever direction I wanted. Not to mention that I made her not even six months ago—although I doubt she'll ever change as much as Marlo did over time (benefits of being a better writer this time around) it took much longer than that for any significant changes to emerge for them! If you want a meaty answer for this one, ask about them, lmao.

🖍️ CRAYON — what advice would you give to them?

Life's longer than you think it is.

#inbox #lorebird #lmao woops you can tell i finished this at like 3 AM and ran out of steam #oc posting #oc spencer

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

While we're all in our feelings tonight, one thing I'm really grateful for this year for this community and for following Taylor is that it's helped me regain some of my sense of style which has been sorely missing for years. (Caveat: everyone can and should wear whatever they want at all times. This is a very me situation.)

I was very much a Rory Gilmore-type dresser in college and liked to dress up cute and play with makeup and such but then eventually ended up in a job where I was working seven days a week and almost exclusively wore athleisure most of the time. (Not that there's anything wrong with that!!!! You do you boos! It served its purpose for me as well!) And between just being exhausted and being in an environment where dressing up was Not A Thing (which had its own benefits absolutely) and also gaining a lot of weight in the past 5-7 years, I've been so absolutely uncomfortable in my skin and stuck in such a rut.

And while Taylor's style isn't always in my wheelhouse (though it is a lot more often than not) and I'm not tall, thin, blonde or rich, seeing how Taylor plays around with accessories and palettes and textures and kind of inadvertently studying that (and a huge thanks to the Taylor Swift Style blog for tracking all that stuff down), I've started playing around with that myself to see what I like and how I can express myself and my own style through that has honestly been kind of life changing in a way. Because while I still very much feel like an alien in my own body (and wish I looked and felt like I did ten years ago when I was in the best shape of my life), it's at least making me feel like I am gaining the tiniest bit of confidence in myself.

This is not to say that makeup and clothes make everything better. The beauty industry complex is toxic as fuck for a million different reasons and I actively resent it everyday. But I also love the art of makeup; I love how using different palettes play off the colour of my eyes, or different lipstick colours can convey totally different vibes. (I don't wear it everyday, and more often than not when going out don't wear more than a little mascara and eyeliner.)

I love how changing an outfit can go from "I'm a cosmopolitan girl walking through the big city like I belong"* to "I want to run through a field and get lost"** or whatever. I've spent more money on clothes this year than I have in the past five, but they've been intentional and made me think about how they go together, the quality of fabrics and how they hang, and how I can achieve the looks I aspire to. And I also started thrifting!

(*I am definitely not, I'm hopelessly suburban, but I could be a big city girl again if I wanted to. **I also am not actually one to run through fields but you know, I could cosplay the folkore photoshoot if I really wanted to too.)

When those first post-Joever photos from dinner hit in April from NYC in the black bodysuit and jeans, it made me think, "huh, I really like how this looks, but if I were going to wear it, what would I do differently?" and it's gone from there. I've discovered that despite the fact that at first it made me feel like I was 14 in my skating costumes again, I really loved how versatile bodysuits could fit with other pieces of clothing, whether they were high-waisted jeans or wide-leg pants or linen shorts or whatever, and took off from there.

I started experimenting with all the costume jewellery I have (and added more) and how I could change up my stack in a way I haven't since I got my second piercings when I was 13. (Still really tempted to go for #3 and/or a helix that I've wanted since I was 17 butttttt think I'm too chicken at the end of the day.) I've rediscovered my love of blazers and found my pair of go-everywhere white sneakers. (Am never going to be a high heel girl except for fancy events though lmao.) I dug out my jean jacket I hadn't worn in years. I have tried (and mostly failed) to draw a cat eye sharp enough to kill a man.

I'm getting a little better at caring for myself and becoming marginally more accepting of myself where I'm at.

I'm by no means a fashionista and don't follow that world in a general sense, and I'm definitely not, like, setting out to copy Taylor's style at all, however I am grateful that not only do I have all these music that fills me with joy, have made friends online and have bonded with friends IRL over it and now have an awesome trip to Europe on the books for 2024, but that I'm also kind of rediscovering and reconsidering what I like to wear and feel directly and indirectly thanks to Taylor too.

If 2023 was good for one thing for me, it may just be that at least.

#personal #long post #i know this is very silly but it has kind of meant a lot to me!!! #like I would rarely copy/paste a Taylor outfit for a variety of reasons #but there's usually at least one part that makes me think #blondie almost had me buy a crystla necklace at one point lmao #so this may be very taycapitalist of me or whatever idk #but at least I've stepped away from fast fashion and have started buying clothes that are built better and end up being more versatile! #I have bought a shit ton of makeup though but you know you have to go through some duds to find what you like #writing letters addressed to the fire