#you want to use that feeling like a scent hound i think...it can lead u to the area you need to look at and it can follow the scent so well

[mokutone]

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#well. first of all. this is so. bittersweet #like screaming and crying and throwing up on the floor etc #second of all. maybe i'm looking too much into this but. #it's interesting to see that there's blood splatters on tenzo's face /and/ his mask #if i recall correctly. the mask covers his happuri as well #the implication that tenzo lost his mask during battle. put it back on presumably /still/ in battle. continued killing #idk. just hurts #like something something anbu work forces him to feel more comfortable wearing a mask and conforming to a nameless org and set of ideals#and forgoing individuality #or like. something something maybe he feels worse that his face got 'stained' because it's basically a reminder that 'cat' and 'tenzo' #are one and the same and not two distinct entities no matter how much he wants to separate his identity and his anbu lifestyle #and the fact that the happuri is blank and doesn't have a konoha leaf on it.... he doesn't feel connected to the community even as he kills #for it... #i feel like it's kind of obvious that it's significant that the comic shows tenzo taking off his mask as he shows his weariness/depression #regarding anbu work and then how he thinks about kakashi as a jonin sensei. like representing himself as tenzo the individual rather than#'cat' a faceless tool of konoha in the shadows #i also feel like it's kind of noteworthy that the perspective(? is that what it's called for images?) zooms in on tenzo's face #first panel is mostly black and tenzo's body is off-center(?). like his face is centered but his body's not. and that leaves more room for #the black background. but the second panel fills it up with the kakashi thought bubble and tenzo's body comes into the center to fill up #the bottom half. and then the third panel makes tenzo himself fill up more space. there's less 'darkness' now #not sure how to say it other than. his sole saving grace in anbu at the moment is preserving his self and bond with kakashi ig #i also like how the black background isn't pure black. there's a tinge of red(? idk it could also be orange? but i'm taking it as red) #like one hand. maybe a reference to the whole blood thing. a reflection of how he feels surrounded by that reminder of murder instead #of just it being select patches on his skin #on the other hand (and this might be looking too deep 😔) maybe how allusion to the sharingan. how even though he left root #anbu still feels very similar to it that he feels reminded of how he was watched by danzo? #sorry for rambling. i am in an analysing mood today #but i'm also not that great at analysing visual art lmao

nooo no sorries! this is really useful and EXTREMELY flattering to receive such detailed thoughts, i feel like im back in a School Crit Circle or something, which is really fun and helpful. Critique like this rlly helps me understand what people are bringing to my art when I make it and how it's getting interpreted, which as somebody who wants to tell understandable stories via images, is useful to me beyond what words can describe!

like—there's no "right" or "wrong" when it comes to interpreting art, there is my intention, but my intention isn't necessarily what comes out (like how kishimoto somehow accidentally wrote two teenagers who he meant for us to perceive as straight, in the pains and throes of love for each other. like he wrote that, whether or not he intended to. i dont even actually ship s/n bc it doesn't have The One Ingredient for me, but its...also something thats hard to ignore about the text)

and similarly, since theres no way to objectively read a text, when you read it you're putting it in your own context, finishing the painting yourself with whatever colors you've got in your palette to use

that said! I can answer for my intentions in some of these

The blood and the mask: Practically, you're 100% right! Mask needs to be off to get at the happuri. That he's got blood on both his mask, and his happuri, means that at some point in the battle, he lost his mask and then put it on. In terms of art, I did this because the juxaposition contrast between the blood and the small amount of joy he's taking in thinking about a scarecrow, felt really important, and I didn't want to lose that with the removal of the mask. I also put the blood splatter in the same place, coming in from Tenzō's left, and splattering upward across his forehead area. Practically, this would mean that he was in the same position by a spatter of blood twice, but symbolically this implies that he is or feels like the same with or without the mask—like u talk about them being the same entity. I didn't really do that intentionally though—like I didn't think about it. I just kinda was like "yea that feels right. anyway moving on."

No leaf on the happuri: I AGREE WITH YOU ABT THE SYMBOLISM...he doesnt feel connected to konoha in a Real way until he's co-captaining, I think. He needs to be allowed to LIVE in Konoha to be a part of it... That said, if I'm not drawing Captain Yamato Post-Sunlight-Exposure I straight up forget that he had the leaf at all–I know it's supposed to be a Danzō thing, but I keep thinking it's an anbu thing. Honestly, since I agree with the symbolism, whether or not I forget or make an intentional choice not to depict it really doesn't matter I suppose

The Zoom In: Kind of the same as the last! i felt in my heart that we had to zoom in...I didn't think about it in terms of ''lessening darkness'' although now that I've read you write that I like THAT reading much more—esp since so much of yamato's themes in canon seem to be about sunlight and darkness...there's an interesting reading of darkness lessening (because he takes up more space) without light gaining any footing (he's still, as always, situated in the dark) about like, the little things that one can do to manage their depression or a dark situation, even when they still aren't able to be fully FREE of it quite yet (if ever). I think, when I was thinking abt it, I was thinking about making Tenzō seem very small and alone in the first panel, and then even after thinking about Kakashi, he's not quite so small in the panel, even though he still remains alone. This being said, the darkness reading is much stronger than the loneliness reading, even though they go hand in hand, I much prefer your interpretation.

the red in the black: This is interesting!!!! I like your interpretations a lot...in terms of materials this is only black india ink, so there's no red actually in it, but in the photo I can see what you mean—the ink I'm using is shiny because the "matte" ink is twice the price of it and I'm a cheapskate, and it inevitably creates shines of color when scanned or photographed. Obviously though, the lack of intention or the material contrast doesn't mean you're wrong—I saw the colorful patches in the image and decided it was fine enough to post anyway, they're a piece of the art as it exists digitally! Open for critique and interpretation. I like the idea that the darkness is connected to the blood very much especially, because it is for Tenzō, isn't it?

anyway, ty v much for your analysis, i was incredibly flattered to receive it, and i think you're actually super good at it, in my opinion!

#yamswers #pax-thuban #my jutsu #plz dont take offense to me explaining critique in basic terms ahghdhghds i do it mostly bc i know theres people who follow me who #will be less familiar with what critique is...and tumblr is often a less than ideal teacher for the art of art critique #I think the best thing one can do when critiquing art is to actually engage as much as they can with what they see in front of them #the ''how does this make Me feel'' part of it i think is EXTREMELY helpful—but mostly as a jumping off point #you want to use that feeling like a scent hound i think...it can lead u to the area you need to look at and it can follow the scent so well #but the feeling itself isnt going to be able to explain why you feel that way or what about the art is working or isnt working— #—which is the point of Critique #and you are extremely good at looking at specific factors in the art and both elaborating on the feeling its giving you and why #i've definitely given people critiques where I get stuck with the dog—only saying how I'm feeling but nothing more substantial #''i smell something in this area. not sure what. definitely here tho'' #ive also given crit where i just do not engage at all with the feelings and crit solely on analysis—which is good for like anatomy help #but limited in terms of an overall piece #ive definitely gotten feedback on my art which is 100% wholly based on the viewers own personal history + doesnt rlly engage with the #meaning or practical elements of the art in front of them #and in that case its just kind of ''okay! cool! im flattered that you have such a strong + personal connection to this piece!'' #but in terms of crit i can't do much with that bc their crit was so personal to them—not less valid + not less important...but also #not something meant for me at all #like um. um. um. the song Man on the Moon by REM is really important to me...but not for anything in the song itself. just where i heard it #and who i heard it with. it doesnt make my connection to the song less meaningful...but its not something that would b useful 2 the band #SDGJDSHGKDSJGH SORRY NOW *I'M* RAMBLING #it was just exciting to see such a thorough critique. it reminded of college back when id get to pin my art to the wall and get absolutely #blasted to smithereens by my teachers and classmates. VERY fun. i miss that energy #i wholly recommend it to anyone who would be okay getting told their art came out wrong (bc it sometimes will) #idk. anyway this is an art blog but more than that its a blog about art #so its fun to talk about the mechanics and decision making sometimes

[thegnomelord]

yk how they cover fighting dog's eyes in order to calm them down? would that work on Hound or just rile him up more? if it'd calm him down I can imagine when/if he's "better" enough he'd start shoving his face into price or any of the other 141 to feel safer/calm, like nuzzling in between their shoulder blades/neck or if they're lying down together just pushing his head into their arms 😶‍🌫️

hmmm Price holding Hound against his chest to calm him while he claws and begs into his captain's skin for forgiveness because he acted out again, even if Price had already forgiven him🤔

if the loss of sight just makes things worse then I can see all of them always making sure Hound can know where they are, making noise when they can and maybe even dragging their feet a bit so he doesn't swivel his head around constantly to look for them😚 ignore this if u want tho reading it back is making me cringe a bit-

No, no, anon this is great! Y'all are giving me so many ideas♥️

I definitely think Price would have done that to Hound before he got captured, putting his beanie or just his hand over Hound's eyes and talking about Hound like he wasn't even there to basically calm him down. Like you know how you're a kid sitting between your parents and they're talking about you but you're snoozing or something like that. It would have just been comforting for Hound.

But Makarov soured it by using sensory deprivation as a punishment. And a pretty severe one at that, so Hound gets extremely violent when his sight is deprived.

But also like, when Hound's better, letting them cover his eyes as just this huge show of trust just melts my heart. Like:

CW:SFW just a bunch of fluff, cuddle piles

This feels. . . strange.

You're laying on top of Price, practically crushing him beneath your weight, your head and shoulders pushed beneath his loose shirt so you can lay your head on his naked chest. It's dark, and warm, the scent of musk and sweat curls in your nose as his thick chest hair tickles your face with every even breath, his heart beating so calmly beneath your ears.

It's strange. It's the best way you can describe it; a part of you is disgusted with the proximity, panic occasionally jolting through your system and lining your muscles with lead as your body expects for the hit to come any moment. Only for a calloused hand to run down your spine gently, turning your tense muscles into mush.

"You're alright lad." His voice rumbles in his chest, a type of tone that is both calming and commanding. "Just listen to my voice yeah? Good boy," A pleasant shiver runs up your spine as the praise, a low whimper escaping you as you nuzzle your head further into his pecs. Your head feels stuffed with cotton yet his low praises still reach your brain, and it feels strange to get them without any work, to be praised just for simply existing, but it's also. . . nice.

"Oi Price-" You tense immediately as the door suddenly opens, loud voices shooting lightning into your muscles. Price scruffs you through the shirt before you can react any more, calming you down to the point you don't even notice what they're talking about.

"Wh- Soap!" Price shouts.

You feel the bed dip, a disgruntled sound leaving your chest as a body shuffles under Price's shirt next to you. Soap's scent hits your nose before his head bumps into yours, "Yer like a pig in shite pup." His hair scratches your face as he makes himself comfortable on Price's other pec, and you don't need sight to know he's grinning like a fool. "Cozy in 'ere."

"How comfortable are his tits?" Ghost's voice reaches your ears, and it must be his body that lays down next to yours, supporting some of your weight that you're not crushing Price by wrapping a loose hand around your waist. His body is solid against yours, both of them are, Johnny's arm wrapping around you just bellow Simon's hand, unapologetically groping your ass.

"Boys!" Price sputters, and without sight you can only imagine how flushed his face must be, he always got red as a lobster when you'd tease him. "Can't you be decent for one day?"

"We're wearing pants aren't we?" Gaz's laugh sounds somewhere behind you, and you're pretty sure it's Gaz that lays down between your legs, using your ass as a pillow. "Oh, wow," You hear him mumble as if astonished, heat burning across your skin as you feel him nuzzle into your ass.

A low whine escapes your throat without notice, and you're not sure why, just something about the way they handle you, like you're made of glass, makes lightning crackle down your spine.

"Do you want to stop?" Price's voice is non-judgmental, his hand brushing your hair that peeked through the stretched taught neckline of his shirt.

You shut your eyes, breathing in deeply. "No." You say, your arms gripping Price's pudgy stomach even tighter.

You feel Johnny shift closer to you, his lips blindly brushing against yours. "Aye, yer fine bonnie." He grins, and pushes his head to meet your lips in a proper kiss. You can taste the aftertaste of tobacco from his cigarettes and the mints on his tongue.

This is nice. You could get used to this.

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[joshuas]

never doing that again

♫ pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader (slytherin Hyunjin x gryffindor reader)

♫ genre: Hogwarts au, fluff, 

♫ word count: 1.4k

♫ warnings: mentions of witchcraft - nothing serious, though!

♫ a/n: So I did my research, and of the three sources I looked at, Hyunjin was placed in Slytherin by a majority of fans, so please don’t @/me! However, I’d like to reaffirm that people are multifaceted and houses aren’t an accurate representation of their entire personality >.<. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I really enjoyed writing it!

Y/L/N = your last name

“We need to stop meeting in closets. Honestly, you’d think we’d be able to find the room of requirement at the least for our ‘catch-ups.’” You huffed, as you stumbled out of a broom closet, alongside your boyfriend, Hyunjin. “Don’t pretend that you don’t like the proximity. It does make things easier.” Hyunjin smirked, fixing up his rumpled uniform. “I— Whatever.” You crinkled your nose in disgust, rolling your eyes at his slightly crude innuendo. “We should probably get out of here before a prefect comes and hounds us. I’ll see you in charms tomorrow?” He glanced around and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “Yeah, see...”

Conglomerated incantations echoed throughout the charms classroom. You should’ve been paying attention, yet there you were, trying to ignore yet another quite animated debate with your fellow Gryffindors, Felix and Jisung, and avoiding Hyunjin’s heavy gaze over the three of you. “Look, if you don’t admit that you’re so obviously in the wrong, I’m just about ready to use... what was it that we learnt today? Oh, alarte ascendare on you. That’s right, you’ll levitate high in the air.” Jisung threatened, fumbling his wand out of his robes. “Not to rain on your parade, but it looks like a certain Slytherin is just about ready to do that to both of us. You alright there, Hwang?” Felix turned towards the slightly-glowering Hyunjin. “Me? Oh, I’m just peachy. You guys on the other hand look like you’re bothering Y/N.” He gestured towards you as you gave him a puzzled look. “Oh? Sorry, Y/N...” Jisung and Felix turned to you, eyes regretful. “Wait. Why do you care, Hyunjin? It’s not like you’re dating them.” Jisung said quizzically as Hyunjin blushed, “U-us? Dating? Hah! That’s ridiculous. Can you imagine? I’d never date them. Even if we were the last people on earth.” Your heart ached at his instant shut-down and denial. Hyunjin came from a line of pure-blooded Slytherin witches and wizards —— ones that prided themselves and their offspring of being in Slytherin. So, it was unsurprising that as a Gryffindor, dating a slytherin of such background, you two had to keep your relationship on the down low. However, you were getting frustrated at how long Hyunjin wanted to keep the two of you a secret. How much longer did Hyunjin need? Was he ashamed of your relationship? Pushing aside your feelings of hurt, you resolved yourself and headed out of the classroom. Hyunjin slipped past you, dropping a note in the pocket of your robes. Meet me outside the Slytherin common room after dinner. — H Odd. That was the last response you had expected of him.

Your heart pounded against your chest as you snuck down to the Slytherin common room. A draft of cool air sent shivers up your spine as you approached Hyunjin, his blonde hair glimmering under the dimly lit dungeon. As he spotted you from afar, his eyes widened, then quickly stuffing his hands into his pockets, attempting to create an air of unnatural nonchalance, “Y-you came.” “Of course I did.” You said passively, crossing your arms. “Okay, so I was thinking and—,” he stopped short of himself, as he noted the obvious goosebumps hugging your arms, “Oh. You’re cold.” “Gee, thanks for the stating the obvious. Are you going to invite me in, or are we going to have our secret rendezvous in the corridor?” You gestured towards the painting blocking your entrance to the common room. “Oh! Of course, come in.” He let out an awkward laugh, quickly leading you into the common room. Settling yourself onto the plush couch overlooking the crackling fire, a stark contrast to the cold dungeon-esque corridor, you glanced at Hyunjin. You could see the flames reflecting in his guarded eyes as he wrung his hands nervously. You cleared your throat, “So... you’d never date me? Even if we were the last people on earth?” Guilt marred Hyunjin’s features, as he averted his eyes, “You know I never mean any of those things.” “That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt every time you deny our relationship. Am I not good enough for you? Am I less important than your reputation? Your status?” Words gushed out, your throat constricting as you struggled to hold the tears in your at bay. Hyunjin’s eyes softened, pulling you into a tight embrace, running his hand up and down your back in a soothing manner as you buried your face into his chest. Shame bubbled in your gut, cursing yourself for the tears that wouldn’t stop falling, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t cry. I hate crying in front of people.” Focusing on your breathing in an attempt to calm down, you inhaled his comforting scent. Your emotions placating slowly at the familiar aroma. Pressing his forehead against yours, he wiped at your tears, “I admire you, Y/N. You constantly face your demons head on. But me? I just cower in the corner, ignoring my problems. I’m too scared, Y/N. I’m scared to have to choose between you and my family. I’m scared I’ll lose it all... I’m scared I’ll lose you. I can’t risk losing the person I love most.” “You idiot, you’re making me cry again.” You laughed weakly, lightly smacking his chest. “Well, I mean it, Y/N. I love you.” He lifted your chin, leaning in, closing his eyes as the featherlight touch of his lips grazed against yours, a loud bang jolting the two of you, as the two of you sprang apart, dazed. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” You looked up to see a slightly shocked Changbin. “Hyung, can you leave? Please.” Hyunjin groaned, running his hand over his face. “Yah! You don’t own the common room. You go find somewhere else to continue your romantic confessions of love. Actually, it didn’t look like you were doing much talking...” Changbin smirked as the two of you rolled your eyes. “Oh my goodness. Just leave.” Changbin laughed whilst jokingly protesting as Hyunjin herded him out of the room, chucking cushions at him. “Hey, Hyunjin?” You murmured as he sat back down, “I love you too.” You smiled, kissing him slowly, as the two of you drifted into your own world.

Yawning for the fiftieth time that morning as you mindlessly spread butter on your toast, your mind flickering back to the events that took place last night. “Sounds like you didn’t get much sleep, Y/N.” Jisung noted. Your eyes met Hyunjin’s momentarily from the opposite side of the room, your cheeks burning as you quickly averted your eyes. “Oi, Hwang and Y/L/N. Changbin was just telling me about how he walked in on you two last night.” Chan yelled from across the hall, “Are you two finally dating, or what?” “Okay first of all. We weren’t doing anything innately scandalous. I literally just kissed them.” Hyunjin retorted, as he walked over to join you at your table. He grabbed your hand, clearing the dishes in front of you and stepped onto the table, pulling you up as well. You stared at Hyunjin, your face starting to burn from the upcoming cringe, Is he really going to do this? “And to answer your question!” His voice echoed throughout the quietened hall, “I love Y/N with all my heart. So, yes, we are dating!” Loud cheers arose around the room as people approached and congratulated you, as the two of you sat back down. Jisung scowled, “Damn it! I’ve lost 30 galleons thanks to you two.” He exclaimed in frustration as Felix cackled in joy at the other boy’s misfortune. “Of course you two had a bet about us getting together.” You rolled your eyes at them, as they started to bicker. Turning to Hyunjin, his burning face covered by his hands, you gently pulled him into an embrace, “I’m really proud of you, Hyunjin. You say you’re not courageous, and although it was... definitely unexpected, cringy and... unconventional, what you just did was probably more courageous than anything I’ve done.” “Well, although that was probably the most mortifying thing I’ve ever done, Y/N, you give me courage.” He raised your hands to his lips, softly kissing it . “Next time you do a tabletop declaration of love, could you give me a little bit more warning?” You teased. “Oh no. I’m never doing that again.”

...

update (a/n): 27/10

So, I came across this whilst online, and thought I’d share:

He’s in slytherin robes :(((((

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