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crescent-witch · 2 years

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season of the witch

ship: soft!dark!wanda x reader x dark-ish!kate

summary: wanda gets kate every birthday present she could possibly ever think of, including you.

warnings: kidnapping, dub-con/non-con, degradation, praise, dark!dom!wanda, switch!kate, sub!reader, light pet play, pet names, magical restraints, magic use, manipulation via wanda’s magic, magic strap, magic cum, tentacle strap, mommy kink, magic gag ig | MINORS DNI

word count: 3.1k

a/n: this fic is so self indulgent im sorry 💀 this took my an embarrassingly long time to write

The smell of something cooking is what woke you from your heavy sleep. The smell was rich and heady. A stew, you hoped, as the aroma both made your stomach growl and your head dizzy while you struggled to fully open your eyes.

The world was a blur of colours and shapes, nothing going into focus as you tried to make out where you were. You noted that you could make out a lot of green, and brown. Perhaps somewhere in the forest, you thought, attempting to smell flowers or damp soil, anything past whatever was cooking nearby.

You groaned as your head lulled back, the dull ache fading but still present as you screwed your eyes shut, blocking out whatever dream you seemed to be having. You tried to lift your arms from the armrests of the chair you were sitting in to rub at your eyes, but they refused to budge, tied down by some kind of rope or strap. You didn’t have to try and move your feet to guess that they were the same.

The sound of heavy footsteps is what caused you to quickly open your eyes again, head shooting up as your vision suddenly cleared.

“Oh good, you’re awake!” A soft voice cheered, and you turned your head to the sound. The breath was knocked from your lungs when you saw the redhead standing before you. The woman’s face was framed with bright red hair, draping down to her waist in a stark contrast to the black dress and boots she wore. She was unlike any woman you had seen in your small town, dark clothes and satanic symbols adorning her jewellery aside, you had never witnessed someone levitate a bowl of stew, as she was doing now.

“Hello, dear,” she smiled softly at you. “I’m Wanda.”

“Hi,” you croaked out, words failing you. It was ridiculous, you thought at that moment. This woman, who had presumably kidnapped you, was rendering you speechless with a pretty face and kind smile.

“Mm,” Wanda hummed in appreciation and admiration as her hand reached out towards you, the other still glowing with wisps of red and keeping the hot bowl afloat in the air. Her hand landed on your cheek, fingers languidly stroking your cheek as her smile shifted, twisting into something more of a smirk.

“Go on sweetheart, eat up,” she encouraged as she moved away from you, and you missed her body's warmth before the bowl of stew landed in your lap, and you would’ve winced in pain from the heat if it wasn’t for the overwhelming draft flowing through the house she had brought you to. “You need all your strength for later,” Wanda reached for the small spoon sat in the bowl and lifted the spook of the rich brown sauce to your mouth.

You didn’t question what Wanda wanted from you, just allowing yourself to lean into the comfort of her caring for you. After all, incessant questions annoyed Wanda, so she allowed her magic to deep into your mind and steer you away from them.

“Such a good girl,” Wanda crooned at you. The words snapped you out of your haze, common sense finally taking over you as you realised the situation you were in.

“I-I don’t understand,” you stuttered out, fighting against the heavy fog settling in your mind. “I want to go home.”

“Oh, no detka,” Wanda pouted. “You’re going to stay here with me. Such a precious little thing can’t be left all alone.”

You knew fighting against the fuzziness in your head was futile, but you still struggled and refused to give in. You weren’t that weak, were you? This woman had kidnapped you, for fucks sake! You were sure you could resist her stunning smile and gentle words long enough to escape.

You were, of course, terribly wrong.

Wanda could feel your mind fighting against her and she increased her magic tenfold, drowning you in thoughts of her, of staying in the little cabin for the rest of your days.

“No,” you whimpered pathetically with a small shake of your head, looking up at Wanda with pleading eyes.

“Hush, little one,” she murmured to you, running a hand through your hair and you leaned into her touch, closing your eyes as you allowed Wanda’s magic to take hold of you. “Good girl malyshka, such a well behaved girl.”

You preened under Wanda’s praise as your eyes lazily opened, swirls of scarlet an evident sign of Wanda’s magic.

You and Wanda were broken out of your trance by a loud crash coming from upstairs, followed by a “shit!” and a set of footsteps thundering down the stairs.

“Wandaaa!” You heard a voice call, a second later a brunette swerved into the room, narrowly dodging a small table with a lamp on it before her eyes landed on you.

The girl’s eyes widened in shock as she spotted you, tied to one of the kitchen chairs, dopily smiling at Wanda as she fed you.

“Kate honey, please be careful. We don’t want another hospital visit, do we?” Wanda warned her, not sparing the girl, Kate, another glance as she held another spoonful of food out to you again, which you took gladly.

“Wanda..what the fuck,” Kate was well aware that the woman who had taken her under her wing wasn’t exactly the Patron Saint of Ethics. In the past two years being Wanda’s..well, Wanda’s pet, Kate had learned that the witch didn’t shy away from getting her hands a little bloody, especially for what she deemed was the greater good. Kate started off as Wanda’s mentee, until the redhead gave up on the hope of her husband, Vision, returning. And that’s when her and Kate’s relationship developed into what it was that day you were taken, one fueled by a twisted need for one another.

Wanda never loved Kate, not like that. And despite the void that Wanda and Kate filled for each other, Wanda could sense that her young apprentice was becoming lonely. And that's where she figured you could come in.

“Oh, Katie,” Wanda pouted, disappointed. “You’ve ruined your surprise! You weren't supposed to see her until your birthday.”

While Kate’s birthday was in a couple days, she didn’t expect a kidnapping to be on the agenda.

“What the fuck did you do?!”

“Watch your language,” Wanda scolded her, furrowing her eyebrows as she turned to Kate for the first time, who hung her head as a brief sense of guilt took over her.

“Sorry, mommy,” Kate whispered, still so confused and scared.

Wanda sighed as she stood up, wandering away from you as she reached out for Kate, taking Kate’s cold hands in hers.

“I thought you could use a little toy, you know, to have some fun with, take your stress out on,” Wanda smiled, happy with her plan as she moved behind Kate to rest her chin on the younger girl’s shoulder, moving her closer to you. “I know you miss being in control sometimes, puppy,” the name nearly made Kate stumble, her knees going weak. There were many things Wanda was proud of ingraining into Kate over their time together, but one of her favourite was the way she knew every corner of the archers mind, how to make her give in instantly.

It was true, Kate did sometimes long to be in control. Not of Wanda, but the brunette was slowly coming to terms with the fact that she wouldn’t be fully content to just sub for Wanda, no matter how much she denied it at first. But she had no clue Wanda would go this far.

“Go on, say hello,” Wanda encouraged Kate, grinning as she stumbled towards you. Kate’s toe caught the edge of a loose floorboard, sending her tumbling towards you. Throwing her arms out to catch herself, not looking where they landed. Kate prayed for the ground to swallow her up whole as she looked at her hands, one planted firmly just above your breast and the other gripping the arm of the chair. If you weren’t already trapped in the chair, you would be with Kate towering over you, her face inches away from yours.

“Oh, god…” Kate groaned, a blush staining her cheeks as she quickly removed her hands, looking down in embarrassment as she shuffled away from you.

“Aww, look at your little slut, Katie,” Wanda giggled happily, turning Kate’s chin up to see you. Kate nearly whined when she saw you in a similar state, blush spreading down to your neck as you struggled to not react to the ghost of the handprint left behind. “She loved it.”

Short-lived confidence taking over Kate, she moved towards you again, her movements more predatory as her boots thumped against the hardwood with every step. She tilted your chin up to look her in the eyes, and you desperately tried not to whimper at her hungry gaze.

You knew it was wrong, so completely wrong. These two women, strangers, taking control over your entire being. But you couldn’t stop it. Wanda’s magic had taken hold of you, wrapping around your mind and soul like vines, growing and poisoning, consuming you. And you didn’t want them to ever stop.

“She’s so pretty,” Kate murmured. “Such a pretty girl,” the attention from the brunette had your cheeks heating up, eyes cast down in an attempt to avoid Kate’s gaze.

No longer quiet, a noise that was damn near a moan ripped through you.

Kate was still unsure in her movements, her hand moving down from your chin, trailing past your neck until it once again landed on your breast. “Is this okay?” She asked, nervous as her hand dipped beneath your shirt, reaching towards your bra-covered tits.

“Uh huh,” you nodded, head thrown back as the pleasure of Kate’s hands on you overtook you so quickly. “Please.”

“Not yet,” Wanda told Kate as her hands ventured further up your torso, palming the sides of your breasts. With another flick of her wrist the roped fell away from your wrists and ankles slithering and writhing like snakes.

“Come on, pup. Let’s have some fun with your new little toy.”

You started to complain as you felt Kate’s hands leave your body briefly before encircling you in them, lifting you to her chest as she stood. Your legs quickly wrapped around her waist, the shorts you were wearing riding up in the process. Your arms quickly gripped Kate’s biceps, fighting to maintain balance, but the hard muscle underneath your fingertips assured you that you were in no danger of being dropped.

You hadn’t noticed Kate’s muscle at first, but with the way the muscles of her strong arms rippled and stained as she flexed them, her tank top leaving little to the imagination, you decided the title of daddy definitely suited her.

“You’re gripping me so tight, huh, baby? Don’t worry, I won’t drop you,” Kate cooed in your ear, sending a chill throughout your system. Your shudders didn’t go unnoticed by her, causing her to smirk as she kicked a door to a room and let you go as she walked into the room.

You screw your eyes shut, preparing for the impact of the fall, but instead being met by the softness of a mattress underneath you. You slowly opened your eyes to see Kate towering over you, tank top already removed to reveal her sports bra underneath, and watching the way her muscles contort with her every movement distracted you from the witch sneaking up to you from your other side until you felt Wanda’s hand land on your stomach, trailing downwards.

“Such a good whore,” Wanda said as her hand dipped into your shorts, smirking at the way your legs instinctively spread open and she stole your attention away from Kate momentarily. “You want mommy’s fingers inside you, honey?”

“Mommy,” you whined, bucking your hips up as Wanda’s fingers made contact with your covered clit and she began rubbing slow and harsh circles there.

Bucking your hips into Wanda’s hand, you could feel yourself leaking through your shorts. But, much to your dismay, Wanda removed her hand when loud moans began to leave your mouth.

Your hips lifted off the bed, trying to chase Wanda’s hand, but red wisps floated around you and were suddenly pinning you to the mattress.

“Patience, “ Wanda warned you, her harsh glare bore into you as her magic kept your head in place. “I want Kate to have the first turn with you.”

Your eyes flickered to Kate, unable to move your head with Wanda keeping you completely immobilised.

The brunette still leaned over you at the edge of the bed, unintentionally sending chills through you with her eyes staring into yours while she tried to avoid looking at your body, which Wanda was slowly unveiling, knowing all it would lead to is weak knees and blushing.

“Come on, Katie,” Wanda reached out for her hand, pulling Kate until she landed on the bed with a soft thud, laying sprawled across your stomach. She manoeuvred herself so her body was laying across yours, her face inches from yours.

Wanda’s fingers threaded through Kate’s hair, twisting the locks around her hand and yanking back, abruptly pulling Kate’s face away from yours.

Wanda’s hand trailed down Kate’s front, whispering soft words into her ear in another language that you could barely hear. The sentences were soothing, a lullaby of sorts, to you, and they had you relaxing into the soft cotton of the bed and sinking deeper into submission underneath the two women.

Wanda’s hand stopped short of where Kate was dripping from, red swirling from her fingertips as the magic entrapped Kate’s thighs in its strong hold, black material sewing itself under Wanda’s hand under nothing but a rather thick harness covered Kate’s body and something dangling from her which was obscured by Wanda’s hand, and you nearly cursed yourself for hoping it was something she would fill you up with. Although the intimate place it was didn’t leave much to the imagination.

You could see Kate’s nervous glances, thrown over her shoulder to Wanda who reassured her, smiling at Kate and guiding her hips towards yours, but by that point your too dumbed down brain couldn’t make much sense of anything until Kate’s strap was trialing through your folds.

The strap was flexible, the small ridges creating stimulation that made you want to beg for more within seconds, but as soon as your mouth opened Wanda’s magic was slithering inside, filling your mouth, gagging you and muffling any words or sounds.

“So pretty,” Wanda muttered as a string of drool trailed down your chin and small whimpers vibrated around her magic.

“Aw, I think the sweet thing’s trying to beg,” you nodded your head quickly, bucking your hips to emphasise your point.

“Go on then, pup. Give her what she wants,” Wanda encouraged.

Kate looked back at her with wide eyes as you whined for her.

“I-I don’t know how to-“

“Shh, it’s alright,” Wanda interrupted Kate’s whispers, gripping the brunette’s hips, surely leaving bruises for the next morning. “Just help your toy feel good.”

You moaned loudly as Kate held the end of her strap, directing the tip into your entrance.

“More, please,” your muffled begging filled Kate’s ears, and suddenly her entire strap was pushed inside you.

“Fuck,” Kate sighed, nearly falling against you if it wasn’t for Wanda’s hands on her.

“Can you feel that, Katie?” Wanda said in her ear, guiding Kate’s hips in rocking movements. “Did I forget to mention that little surprise?” Kate let out a strangled moan as you clenched around her. “It’s a magic strap, baby,” Wanda muttered against Kate as her mouth fell to Kate’s neck. “You can feel everything that your pretty little slut does to you.”

“Mommy,” Kate ground into you as she spoke to Wanda, nearly ignoring you completely aside from her strap inside your pussy.

“Shh, I have one more surprise for you both,” Wanda said, red coils floating from her and wrapping around Kate’s strap, seeping into the tentacle.

Kate wasn’t sure what Wanda had done until she heard your moans increase in volume, and saw her strap wiggling inside of you.

“The little princess will be cumming in no time.”

A blush stained Kate’s cheeks, knowing what the tentacle was doing inside of you as she rolled her hips, moving it in and out of you.

Stifled begging filled the room as a coil tightened in your stomach, the rush of your orgasm quickly approaching. Kate’s hips rocked faster, desperate for the feeling of your walls surrounding her.

“Come on, please, please,” Kate groaned, grunting as her thrusts picked up and her tentacle-like-cock slammed into you. “Cum, baby. Just cum. I need you, please.” Kate’s hand reached out, her fingers quickly finding your little ball of nerves, rubbing furiously, trying to draw your climax out of you.

“Fuck,” Kate moaned with you as the tentacle twisted inside your pussy with a mind of its own, filling every part of your core and hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. “Cum!”

And with a strangled scream your release washed over you, Wanda studying your face while Kate’s head was thrown back in pure ecstasy, reaching her peak seconds after you.

Hot cum spurted from crevices and holes in the tentacle and you tiredly sighed as it filled you up, cum leaking from both you and Kate as she collapsed against your chest, strap still buried in you, although it’s movements had stilled, and her hand had moved from your cliff to rest on your torso.

“Good girls,” Wanda whispered to you and Kate, dismounting from behind Kate to fall into bed beside you both, a sleepy look on Kate’s face while you were almost passed out. “You took it so well, angels.”

Kate hummed happily, shifting on top of you to get more comfortable, wet noises from where her strap was filling all of your ears, even from just that slight movement.

“Don’t wanna pull out,” Kate mumbled, burying her face in your neck as darkness lulled you towards sleep.

“It’s okay, detka. You don’t have to,” Wanda soothed her, hand coming up to stroke Kate’s hair, her fingers lightly scratching at her scalp. “Just relax and rest.”

Kate’s eyes fluttered in an attempt to stay awake, but she quickly succumbed to sleep and fell limp against you, Wanda gently shifting Kate’s body to stop her muscles from crushing you.

“Now everything is as it should be,” Wanda smiled at you, your eyelids illuminated with red as her magic did its work. Soon you would be just like Kate, if not worse. So obedient and dependent on her.

Just as Wanda wanted things to be.

#briar’s kinktober special 2022 #dark wanda maximoff #dark kate bishop #wanda x reader x kate #dark fic #c: wanda maximoff #c: kate bishop

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cookie-crumblr · 7 months

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Hype Train!

F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 3~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: Use of the name jasper🫡✨ (u no who u are soldier💀) !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, trauma related hallucinations, GORE, violence, murder, torture, kidnapping, blood, sadism, M! masturbation, pet names(good girl), not TOO smutty yet sorry i hope it’ll be worth it 🙈✨

You aren’t sure when you fell asleep… It’s nighttime, “Fuck!” You reach for your phone.

It reads 9:24pm.

You have to work in the morning, but you’ve slept all day, how are you going to get proper sleep now?

You look over at your microwave, the time is blinking 12:00.

“Hm… Power must’ve went out,” You speak out to yourself.

Hearing your own voice is always better than hearing none.

A loud *BANG!* on your door startles you, you lurch forward.

Is it them? “Oh god, no, No NO! I can’t go back!! I PAID YOU!! Please!!”

the banging continues, as you claw at your own head.

and then,

It stops.

Just as abruptly as it started.

You get up to take one of your emergency meds.

They’re so expensive…

You don’t take them as much as you should.

You sigh, and gulp it down.

You turn your computer on, and get ready to stream.

“AHH HAHA HAH,” Pleasured laughing all day long has rendered his vocal cords sore and hoarse.

Jasper gazes fondly over his work so far.

The man you’ve been meeting every month, sitting bound to a chair.

His screams have reduced into nothing but strained guttural noises.

He can’t handle much more.

Jasper did too much, too quickly.

He’s usually more methodical, but the way you make his heart burn, has him losing every strand of sanity in his body.

Squares of this brutes flesh have been removed, the facia torn to shreds.

His teeth have been ripped out.

Fingers snipped off joint by joint.

That wasn’t good enough, Jasper had seen the way he groped you.

The hands up to his wrists sawn off next.

He wrapped him up to stop the bleeding.

He shot him up with adrenaline.

But this—This pathetic thing, isn’t lasting nearly long enough.

Even for how long it’s been going on.

Jasper wanted to savor his pain longer.

So much longer.

He launches the knife like a dart, aimed straight at his head with a furious grunt. It flies through the air and enters dead on the bullseye.

“FUCK YOU! FUCK. YOU. FUCK YOU!FUCK YOU!FUCK YOU!” He pants.

The black handle sticks out of the man’s eye socket.

He lolls his drenched head back and forth, coughing up what’s left of his own blood.

How he isn’t dead is a wonder.

“Awww, doesn’t it suck SO much not being DEAD yet?”

He walks over to him, resting an arm on the wall behind the restrained man. He leans his face down to just above his level.

“Wish I could’ve taught ya a real lesson, you disgusting thing. Sadly I think your time is jus’ about-”

*PING* his blown out pupils slowly follow the air to his pocket where he slides out a phone.

You’re live-streaming!

His hand grasps the handle.

He gurgles out one last labored plea.

“I have to go now~” He shoves the blade back in one swift motion all the way through the man’s socket, and the tip breaks through the back of his skull hitting the grey cement wall behind him.

“and so~” He flips the blade, before another vicious jab into the same socket making the hole an “X”.

“do.” *Crack*! one more

“YOU.” Blood spurts onto him one last time, he doesn’t flinch.

Jasper’s face is now completely coated sticky, drying crimson.

“Mmm” he sighs contently. “I guess I’m done here.” A final pleasured chuckle leaves his chest.

He wipes his face with the back of his hand before whipping it toward the ground, flinging more spatters of blood around him.

He pulls up your stream up on one of the laptops, and puts a phone to his ear. The man’s blood is leaving little pools on everything Jasper touches.

He can’t care less.

He’s too engrossed, too mesmerized by your precious voice.

He quickly informs the cleaning crew on the phone of his location, and that he has spilled cake all over the floor… And walls…And ceiling… Everything really.

“Yes sir! we will send the heavy duty crew asap”

Without knowing it, you soothe him, his eyes flutter shut.

A hand slowly trails to groin as he deeply listens.

He types with the other; “Hey! how are you, Y/username?”

“Hai Jasper!!! I’m so happy to see you again!!”

“mmf” he grunts as his thumb presses down on his clothed lap. “Yess” he whines, “Say my name again”

“I’m good by the way! thanks for askin! How are you!”

He finds the button and unzips his pants with his eyes still closed picturing your actual face and replaying you saying his name again, and again, and again in his head.

He can’t even hear anything you’re saying, to anyone else.

“Good! Wanna hang later?” he types deftly, hoping you’ll call out his name again.

“Omg! Yes please, Jasper!” It’s so innocent, yet he’s still fading fast into a lusty haze.

“Haah! yeeeessss,” His palm wraps his length and squeezes. His thumb teases the tip, pressing down and then massages his glands. “Beg me! Yell my name!”

The blood is acting as lube as he continues to work himself, while one hand desperately clings to the table.

He’s losing his mind just imagining the possibilities; how wet he can get you, how well you’ll take his girth. You’ll be such a good girl, won’t you?

His imagination runs wild: “Harder, Jas-Jasper! M-more!” He can picture you begging, “P-please, please! Fill me, Jasper! Fill me!”. He wants you begging.

“YN!” A low grunt leaves his mouth as he climaxes, mixing white with the red splatters across the keys.

He’s not satisfied though.

You’re not in his lap.

The pain doesn’t subside, and the swell refuses to go down.

He covers his face with his hand.

“I can’t wait to have you…”

#my oc #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere #yandere x reader #my fic #yandere x you #dead dove do not eat #tw yandere #yandere oc #yandere streamer x you #yandere streamer x reader #yandere streamer #yandere smut #oc jasper

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tuxibirdie · 9 months

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@askpocketsans hi sorry this took so long I didn't know where to start lmao

so first off, here's a speedpaint of the initial drawing

(also a little peek into the design process of dream!)

(and yes, this big piece did come before the proper ref lmao)

now to itemize what the heck just happened:

the initial sketch!

a test rendering of the sketch (to work out colors and lighting)

coloring the sketch according to what I want to make move (there's no rhyme or reason to the colors--just don't let the same color touch if they're on different parts)

rendering each piece individually (as you can see I did lineart first and then coloring)

rendering the background

and done!

here's a clearer look at the separation sketch thing

(the colors don't have the most contrast but it gets the point across lmao)

also! it's not necessary to draw every piece separately; you can just finish the initial thing and then separate it after the fact, I just prefer to separate it from the get go so I don't have to do any cleanup work haha

once that's done I merge each body part/piece so each layer is a body part/piece

and that ends with this:

(man I even popped out the layer tab and there's still not enough space to show every layer 💀)

so like

one layer looks like this

once I'm done merging the pieces, I export the whole thing as a .psd (Very Important!!!)

now for rigging!

I boot up dragonbones and go to "New Project" > "Create Animation" > "Armature Template" > "Finish"

that will bring up the main workspace

from there, I go to "File" > "Import Assets to Stage" > select the .psd file > "Open" > "Import"

that leaves me with this

(note: right click empty space to deselect)

(also, if the background doesn't import you may have to go back to the psd and cut it up into smaller pieces)

from there, I check the canvas option and set the size

(yeah I know I use really big canvasses)

now for rigging!

when I rig I like to hide everything except for the specific things I'm rigging

it makes things less cluttered

now, select the "Create Bone" tool (or just press "E") and then click and drag where the bones should be

that leaves us with something like this:

in this case, the bones should automatically be attached (if you move the upper arm the rest of the arm will move with it) but in cases where that is not the case, you can manually set the parent bone by right clicking it > "Set Parent" (or press "P") > then clicking the bone you want to attach it to

now to make ik constraints (controllers) for the bones

I'll be showing you both types of controller--the type you want to use depends on how you want it to move

click on the bone you want to move, then go to the "IK Constraint" section on the left sidebar

(ctrl + click to select multiple bones)

for the arm I like to use "Create IK Constraint at End of the Bone" and "Create IK by Pick" for the hand

(don't forget to rename the controllers!)

this makes it so that you can move the bones like so

(don't mind how crunchy that gif is lmao)

since I have the upper and forearm bound to the same ik constraint, they move in tandem, and said ik constraint is bound to the end of the forearm bone

the hand (bone) will always point toward it's respective constraint (the little red dot in the gif)

and then rinse and repeat for every moving part heres the fully rigged skeleton (heh):

(also make sure to lock all the bones and assets after you make the controllers so you can only move the controllers)

now to animate!

go to the animation workspace in the top left

(Ctrl + B to hide the bones)

you set the loop here (in frames)

C: current frame S: start of loop E: end of loop

I set the initial and last keyframes of the loop here by selecting every controller (Ctrl + click) and clicking the flags

(that way the first and last frames are the same, making for a smooth loop)

now to actually start animating

I prefer to have this option selected:

it auto keyframes, so if I move a controller it's automatically saved to the timeline

(from here I genuinely don't know how to explain so bear with me here lmao)

those diamonds are all keyframes: aka poses that the animation *will* hit at the point in time

to make it actually move you need to go to a point between the start and end of the loop and move the pieces to wherever, then set it as a keyframe (or just move it if you have auto keyframe on)

once that keyframe is set, if you press space/play, it should automatically move between those two keyframes, smoothly

you can change how smoothly it moves with the curve editor

I don't really use the curve editor unless I think something needs to be eased in/out (like dreams arms in the original idol post)

(I don't really know how to explain further the animation is really a hand-on thing to me 💀)

here's what my timeline looks like when everything is done and animated

(I prefer to just pick a few points in time and animate everything to those points but you can keyframe at any point)

now to export the thing!

go to "File" > "Export" > pick whatever if you get the "This Texture is oversize" popup, I usually choose "Multiple Textures" (nothing really changes) > "Image"

and now we're here

things to make sure of:

Type: Sequence

Format: PNG

Animations: Current

FPS: whatever fps you were working in

Image Contains: Canvas area

Export to: wherever you want it to (you can see I have it going to the project folder with the rest of the idol stuff) (I suggest making a subfolder specifically for the frames bc they can stack up *real* fast

and then "Finish"

and then you wait for a bajillion years for it to export :)

finally, time to make it a video!

I use blender to turn the PNG sequence into an mp4, so here we go!

to the video editing workspace!

"Add" > "Image/Sequence"

navigate to the folder with the frames

press "A" to select all

set "End Frame" to the number of frames you have

set "Fit Method" to "Scale to Fit"

then hit "Add Image Strip"

that leaves us with this

(make sure to set "End" at the bottom right to the number of frames you have)

now for settings

go to format and change the resolution and frame rate

next, go to output

set the file destination

File Format: FFmpeg

open Encoding menu

open Video menu

Video Codec: H.264

Output Quality: Perceptually Lossless

open Color Management

View: Standard

Look: None

finally, hit "Render" > "Render Animation" in the top bar and sit tight while it exports

now, that was probably confusing so here are some videos I used myself (bc this was the first time I touched dragonbones in like a year lmao) [vid 1] [vid 2]

and also bonus video that I had on loop while I was making this hehe

#needless to say the whole process takes a long ass time #tuxitalks #tutorial

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compacflt · 1 year

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pre-publishing notes for slider (actually i meant to poast this yesterday i just forgor 💀), just to put them out there

as per usual i peddle an extreme amount of mis- and straight up disinformation about the aerospace & defense industries in this one. as a general rule of thumb if it sounds like i researched it poorly and/or made it up, that’s because i researched it poorly and/or made it up. like every scene i was like ‘that wouldn’t happen :D’ and wrote it anyway

this one-shot renders my third one-shot (about ice & hangman) entirely obsolete, as if the rooster one-shot didn’t already do that. so just ignore the hangman one. (i only wrote that one cause i felt bad about tagging my fics hangster when they’re barely in it.) Also, this one-shot kind of directly contradicts the end scene of “debriefing” in pretty much every way. i don’t really care, because this is a much stronger ending, but just throwing that out there—this one-shot doesn’t really jive with my other writing for plot/character arc reasons & im too lazy/sick and tired of my other writing to go back and retcon any of it

i only research things i am mandated to by school/a job/journalistic code of ethics, or that i think are interesting, or that i know will not depress me. divorce depresses me so i did not research divorce. Also im pretty sure marriage doesn’t work the way i described it “sign the papers & that’s it” but idgaf . shrug. im having fun

something i Didn’t make up, though: the thesis that iraq/afghanistan went so poorly in the long term partly because our armed services & especially that generation of commanding officers were prepared for total warfare with a near-peer (like the ussr) instead of counterinsurgency tactics against mountain-based guerrilla warfare-stratted forces (like Al-q*eda etc). that’s a very real thesis that ive read in multiple mil history books (“the generals,” ricks; “mil history for the modern strategist,” ohanlon) & co-opted because it’s kind of, in a fucked up way, a good metaphor for ice’s whole deal—he’d been expecting a traditional officer’s life with a woman etc (aka traditional warfare against the ussr, the us’ sworn enemy) and instead found happiness in the weirdest of places, another dude (aka guerrilla warfare) and no one taught him the right strategy for dealing with that; so, pigheadedly, like some US commands in the Middle East for a decade, he just dug in his heels & refused to budge/change his "total traditional war/heteronormative"-based strategy even if it obviously wasn’t working.

In a similar vein just so i can beat the allegations that im strategically dumb, the “strategies” against the ussr the boys are playing with in the usna section are intentionally the most dogshit strategies on earth. do not invade russia in a land war. especially not when nukes are on the table. the point is they’re ALL bad at strategy (strat as a metaphor for interpersonal communication).

i get the words “moderate” and “modulate” confused a lot. there’s a couple times in this one when I use moderate and mean modulate. Now it’s too late to edit it. by which i mean i am too lazy. editing anything on ao3 is a Sisyphean task. not worth it.

there's a lot to be said about my ice & maverick's respectability, which is to say, as slider points out, their life together is incredibly normie and boring and regular, except that they're two guys. like there's nothing super subversive going on here. "in the grand scheme of things is this really so bad?" is the question. politically this is a little funky. for metatextual character-arc reasons ice has to agree to an official marriage to prove that by the end he's not afraid to legally legitimize their relationship, but the heteroflexible/straight-passing/socially conservative ice & mav that I have written also probably aren't the kind of guys to acknowledge the struggle & strife & subversiveness of the queer community before them that fought for them to have that right. to quote from an essay by Lauren berlant & Michael Warner ("Sex in public"): "Respectable gays [ice & mav, distancing themselves from other gays] like to think that they owe nothing to the sexual subculture they think of as sleazy. But their success, their way of living, their political rights, and their very identities would never have been possible but for the existence of the public [visibly queer] sexual culture they now despise." just throwing that out there as something that is weighing on my mind having now finished writing this. I think that issue (ice & mav's relationship with/debt to the lgbt community) could be explored with a character like rooster, who might be much more a part of that struggle (especially pre-dadt-repeal)...but idk where or how I would write about it. just something to chew on. I keep finding different ways to politically interpret what I myself have already written which then keeps leading to more fucking one-shots. This slider one for instance was a reinterpretation from the 1980s Cold War politics lens of nuclear doomsday & how that affected a generation of men making shitty/suicidal decisions about their lives. an endless cycle for me. "just one more interpretation...i swear just one more..."

#re: me bullshitting about a&d industry: it’s so freeing to just make shit up guys #for the rest of my life i will have to be (get to be) steadfast in research & ethics #for fanfic? fuck that #virgin journalistic brain: SOURCE?????#chad fanfic brain: I MADE IT THE FUCK UP!!!#process poasting #edts notes #my whole job this summer is just going to be fact checking/research work for aerospace/defense journalists so #i will learn about the industry THEN. and probably look back on this series and weep in embarrassment #but that’s life #im proud to be embarrassed of my past writing including the earlier parts of this series #bc it means im learning/growing as a writer/researcher etc #the gen z impulse to overshare 😐#oh well if u guys aren't used to it by now with me idk what to tell you. im an oversharer/overwriter. someone end my turn of show & tell

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twstinginthewind · 2 years

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So two things I am curious about

🏴 Carol returning back to normal which Punch helps her with all those Vine Wounds.

💀 Overblot Joker...

But only do what you can do

A question of Overblot....

I've had an idea in mind for Joker's overblot for a while, actually. Her overblot happens in sync with her brother's; their magic is being overused in sync with one another's. I haven't figured out what they're targeting quite yet, but Punch will be pouring his energy into sustaining it with his Midnight Oil, while Joker spends a lot of effort modifying it over and over with her Wild Card.

They're trying desperately to prove themselves in this situation. Joker has spent all her life being either the odd one out, or trying her best to fulfill every single role that she is assigned to, much like the joker card that she is. She feels like she's not truly meant to belong anywhere. Meanwhile, Punch spends all his time trying to support others; he's afraid that if he doesn't stay helpful and relevant, he will be left behind, rendered obsolete. Joker's always felt her fate has pulled the strings of her life for her, and Punch has always felt as though he was an automaton; their overblot forms resemble a broken marionette and a wind-up soldier, respectively. Their shared phantom is a great two-headed circus ringmaster. I have an unfinished concept sketch of their ob designs.

Carol and Punch's story under the cut:

The vines around the girl's body tightened as the entity that possessed her entered its death throes. The shelves around them creaked wildly as the battle came to a close.

With an unearthly screech, the being was defeated, and all at once, the great plants that had been holding Carol suspended in the air began to crumble to dust around her. She began to fall, scrambling for purchase against the ruined bookshelves even as she started to lose consciousness.

A figure broke away from the group in front of her, calling her name. He ran towards her, just barely managing to gather her limp body into his arms before she hit the ground. Her eyelids fluttered briefly, and a weak smile crossed her face as she realized who held her.

"Punch...," Carol managed to whisper before sweet sleep drew her in.

Three days later, in the infirmary, Carol awoke. She had bandages all over, and still felt the itch and sting from when her skin had been raked by the thorns that caught her fast. Her ribs ached, and her head spun. But she still smiled.

In the chair next to her bed, with a book of stories opened on his sleeping chest, sat Punch. And by the looks of the mess around him, he had been there for quite a while.

#and he'll stay as long as he has to #twisted wonderland oc #joker carder #punch carder #friend's oc #carol ann #overblot #i started this much earlier but lost the post somehow; had to rewrite it all lol

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fyrbol · 2 years

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horror writing prompts / 103. rabid animals.

THEY ENTERED THROUGH EVERY ORIFICE ; the woodworks, the sinkholes, the gaps in the planks. accompanying them was a multitude of tiny sounds : chittering, scurrying, grating, gnawing, scratching, squeaking. beady eyes scattered the floorboards like a tribute of lighters in the air, ever inquisitive and all knowing. no rat should possess that much sentience ( they are a hivemind ), wormlike tails flicking apprehensively, the lull before the crack of the whip. saliva gleams from their toothy mouths, noses twitching at the air for blood.

❛ —n-nancy ? d’you think it’s . . . ❜

his sentence is clipped short by a unanimous screech ( the upside down’s rendition of a war cry ) and the black sea is upon them. the tide is coming in. the rats move as one in a wave-like motion, their spines curdling them forth. a stampede of critters - make way for the rat king ! lucas kicks at one, more revolted than horrified, arms shooting up to render as much distance between himself and the furry assailants as possible.

❛ GET OFF A' ME ! ❜ he grabs a nearby utensil, a lamp mottled with years of misuse - basements are just so full of oddities, of weapons - and thrusts it forward like a spear, hoping to shoo the onslaught away as he makes a hasty retreat. he sees nancy has deftly taken a similar approach and they both scamper up the stairs for her car. behind them, one rat becomes ten, ten become a hundred, a hundred become a plague. lucas pictures science class, imagines cells not only dividing but gaining consciousness, gaining hunger, gaining teeth.

the sound of the car door shutting has never conjured such relief : their panting chests fill the space for a moment, coarse breaths gulping for air their lungs struggle to keep up with. as the windows fog with their thankfulness, they share an exchange of glances :

i’m glad you’re still here.

#nancewheelr #i was THINKIN lucas came to doris' basement idk #when nancy was investigatin that last season #maybe he was meant to mow her lawn SDFKLKLF #ngl nearly threw a rabid st bernard in at the end as a neat cujo reference : )#but i thought it might be a bit much!!!#( * v. ▸ the sunken city ! / ╰ ✧ ◦ * ◃ a : 03. )#( * i. ▸ code red ! / ╰ ✧ ◦ * ◃ ask msg. )

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taegyuun · 3 years

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s/o stealing their clothes

genre: fluff

word count: 1k

paring: enhypen x reader

note: i wrote this in about 10 mins so it’s not that great but i think it’s pretty cute

♡ — LEE HEESEUNG

he does like a triple take-

mans has to look and then looks again in disbelief before rubbing his eyes and leaning forward like some old man and look again

once he renders what was actually happening hes go s o r e d

pls bully him for it it’d be so funny

you’re just standing there like🧍‍♀️ “yo what” and hes like “my? hello! is- mine- woah- good lord- hi yeah-“ and you’re like is he good

you literally ask him if he can smell toast bc you were that worried to the point of thinking he was having a stroke

nah hes just malfunctioning BC YOU LOOK SO GOD DAMN CUTE

once he kinda regains his consciousness he cannot stop cooing over how cute you are

rest of the boys under the cut !

♡ — JAY PARK

mans pretends like he does not see 🧑‍🦯

sir we all know you purposely left that in a very totally not obvious place and acted like you forgot it 😐✋

you ain’t slick

also pretends like hes not blushing LMAOOO

kids ears are redder than your stove and i think that says enough

tries to act all cool and chic and what not as if hes totally unaffected but hes stuttering every two words and tripping over every other object that isn’t even remotely in his way 💀

but once he got used to it he literally physically shoves his jackets or shirts or what not into your arms when youre choosing outfits bc he just LOVES it that much

♡ — JAKE SIM

red and malfunctioning pt. 2

but instead of acting as if hes having a stroke

homeboy just stands there like a sim with no task-

you can literally see the loading circle thing above his head

once it finally clicks omg... he just SQUEALS like a little boy and runs over to you before hugging you so tightly

hes like “you’re so cute :(( i love you so so sk so much :((( you’re so so so cute :(( how can you be so cute :(((“ he overused the word cute so many times in that first sighting that you forced him to give you $5 every time he said it

no but hes already pretty clingy but when you wear his clothes... gawd dayum

he doubles in clingines

never lets you go and always has the brightest smile on his face

♡ — PARK SUNGHOON

mf is so chill 😐

LOL ONLY ON THE OUTSIDE THOOOO

he acts super nonchalant about it but the second you were out the room he falls flat into the couch and squeals into one of the pillows while kicking his legs up an down

cannot keep his cool when he sees you wearing his clothes jesus-

if you ever catch him doing his “theyre so cute i’m about to implode” ritual, he’ll go back to his cool facade and try and play it off as if he stubbed his toe or sumn and is just in great amount of pain

homeboy doesn’t realise you were standing at the doorframe and saw the whole thing happen 💀✋

but yeah he loves it a lot just tries to act like it doesn’t affect him but we all know better

♡ — KIM SUNOO

hes 100% the one to be like “oh yeah that one is so cute on you i love it pls wear it as often as you can- actually just keep it- wait no i still like it.... we can share!!” but then he’ll also be like “no that one makes you look weird don’t wear it 🙄” LMAOO

mr. fashionable or sumn up in here

99% of the time loves what you wear from his wardrobe and he just loves how his style matches yours or the way it contrast yet you still manage to look adorable

loves choosing outfits for you

he gives me the vibe of like loving to have matching socks-

but that’s off topic

if he sees you wear his hat or something he will take it off your head, try it on himself and if it doesn’t fit with his outfit he gives it back to you

if it does fit... well too bad i guess

♡ — YANG JUNGWON

stops, stares, acts like everything is all good

hes like a mix of jake and sunghoon where he malfunctions for a bit before trying not to lose his cool y’know

it’s like that meme of that dog in a burning room and hes like “i’m fine,,, this is fine” LMAOO

nah bb is losing his mind

he kinda gives up on being nonchalant and what not and just pulls you in a FAT hug and tells you how pretty you look wearing his clothes

may tease you for the choice as well

he’ll say stuff like “omg that’s my favourite one” or “could’ve chosen a better one y/n... but oh well still look cute 🙄” LMAOO

if you’re sitting on the couch or actually scrap that

hell just constantly have his hands playing with the seams of the sleeves or the bottom of the hoodie bc he just finds you that cute

♡ — NISHIMURA RIKI

blushes but plays it off like it’s fine and teases you

hes teasing you about wearing his clothes and being so obsessed with him 🙄

hes saying that as if hes not losing it on the inside and definitely doesn’t have bright pink cheeks yeah totally riki you’re so slick

no but when you guys cuddle you can see how much he genuinely loves when you wear his clothes bc he just cuddles into the fabric and always inhales just a bit deeper

he loves yours and his scents combined together

after a while, he’d probably start to randomly hand you hoodies or jackets out of nowhere

youll open your mouth to say you’re cold and before you can even breathe out hes already handing you a hoodie and you’re like

“where tf did you get that from ??” and hes just like “don’t ask. wear”

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