#if ya'll have advice on drawing them

[tsukihotaru]

Am I the only one who has trouble drawing Sun and Moon?? Cuz like.. I can do close ups OK I guess, but I want to do a cartoonish style to kinda fit them other than my usual ‘anime’.. (kinda like the styles i’ve seen around, i want to use them as references but i dont wanna seem like copying or something...)

But it always feels.. weird and stiff. idk if its just me though.. (art under the cut)

#FNAF SB #fnaf daycare attendant #Security Breach #Sun and Moon #if ya'll have advice on drawing them #I'd like some cuz.. i cant help but feel mine are off #:/ #tsu rambles

[smugpugchimera]

Hi :) just wanted to drop in to say I really love your art, the way you use lineart and colour are like, insanely beautiful. I'm curious what brushes you use for lineart? Hope you have a nice day!

Hello! Thank you very much, I'm super happy to have such a positive response to my art ^^💜💜💜 Talking brushes: I mostly use a default pen with a fuzzy texture, the exact type is not that important, it cam be noise or a spray tex. of sort) Now what I feel has a more profound effect is the exact proportions of pressure, sharpness and density. Here the preferred setting I use in SAI2:

I'll try to break it down a little so it's not just useful for SAI2 users, for I do not know the ins and outs of how other programs approach this. I set to to have round tip with no sharpness, and both minimal density and density amp set to 0, which results in it corresponding directly to pen pressure. The additional size and density scrollers set quite low too. That, together with high stabilization and low tablet sensitivity (smt you can do in your tablet settings, you can play with them too!) makes the brush rly easy to control for both opacity and thickness. Which is what I personally prefer (it gives a soft pencil feel I think) You'd need to set your density settings higher if you prefer a more opaque lineart brush. I do advice playing with them yourself to get the feel for it, it's honestly very useful to understand and develop intuition for. Now another "tool" I absolutely cannot live without is this pesky lil boi:

The "switch to transparent" tool is like, A Beast, and I don't see a lot of talk about it's versatility. I set it to my hot keys and use it more that undo tool :D To elaborale: I find it helpful to use the negative space (or erase) the lines I draw in a particular way to give them a more unique value that it would have by itself. I'll try to demonstrate:

So, the gist of the technique comes down to subtractive shaping of form, in combination to usual additive approach. Now, this is a specific trick I find rly satisfying to my style of drawing that works well with my brush preferences, which is by no mean universal, but what I would encourage to take away from this if you're not doing it already is to think of erasing as not just a corrective tool, but also an artistic one! (Note: switching to eraser does similar thing- the only downside is your brush settings and texture would have to match with it, which can be a hustle) I hope this isn't too elaborate of a response, and hope it is at least somewhat helpful X3!! Good drawing you Ya'll and first of all: have fun! Have a nice day~

#asks #art tutorial #art resources #digital art

[songbyrd-writes]

SFW John ‘Soap’ MacTavish headcanons

A/N: NGL I am weirdly in love with him, he's silly and these are probably ooc.

Edit: Added one new (long) headcanon (that's based IN CANON THO !!!)

On Base:

- Oh my gosh the PDA, he doesn't caaareee. He's got an arm around you at all times that you're nearby.

- Non-stop talks to you or Ghost through the comms unless he *has* to be silent.

- Probably follows you around the base cos he's clingy.

- Tries to show off around you all the time (whether it be getting a good shot or even trying to clear a house quicker than he already does.)

- The guys making jokes about how he acts all the time.

- Boasts about your accomplishments no matter what they're for ("yeah? well, have you seen how great y/n is at-")

Off Base:

- Cuddly as hell, if you're laying in bed or sitting on the couch he'll try to lay next to you or on you.

- Doesn't know how to cook and probably should not be allowed to ;;

- He probably talks about wanting to get a pet with you but knows he can't really because you're both gone so often.

- "Saturdays are for the boys" type motherfucker, he won't stop you from coming along with him and the rest of the 141 and he will obviously try to pay attention to you but he may be distracted by watching football (uk not us.)

- Would show you off and talk about you to ANYONE ("have you met my partner? they're amazing.")

- Keeps a photo of you and him in his wallet AND as his phones background. he also probably likes taking lots of pictures of you and posting them on his social media.

- On the topic of photos and social media, he would absolutely send you pics of himself after the gym and if you work out, he'll be happy to bring you along (totally will not be super excited even if you work out on the complete opposite side of the gym to him.)

In General:

- Soap is like a puppy, he loves you a lot and he has no understanding of personal space.

- Leaves hickeys anywhere you allow him, he doesn't care if the others notice them or if they need to be covered by makeup.

- Randomly shows you memes or tiktoks that he sees that remind him of you or that he thinks would make you laugh.

- If ya'll get into a fight and he makes you upset he'll leave you a little note telling you he's sorry and that he loves you right next to a cute stuffed animal.

- Definitely asks Price for relationship advice, he's not inexperienced but he is perhaps a tiny bit afraid of doing something wrong without realizing it ("what should we do for dates?" "what if they don't like this?" and more questions that Price sometimes can't answer.)

- Soap will try to get interested in something you like even if it's something that seems really strange for him to like.

- Picks up phrases and terms you use (bro def has ADHD and his ass cannot help but mirror you lmao)

- Soap loves to draw, it gives him something to focus on for a while. Whenever you're distracted doing something he likes to pull out his journal/sketchbook and just draw you, sometimes he'll show you the drawings he did which have a gritty comic style (think similar to Gerard Ways art style,) but other times he likes to keep them to himself because he gets a bit embarrassed by how frequently he draws you but he just can't help it!

#john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap x reader #cod x reader

[aristotleinthestars]

Greetings Fellow Traveller!

I am Aristotle, you can call me Ari (she/her)

And welcome to my studyblr /Langblr and writingblr where I'm trying my best to just be consistent. And disciplined

I'm 22 (but i have the soul of an immortal)

Studying Law in RSA, my current and only degree is the LLB

I should be graduating but.. Alas.. I failed like 7 modules last year and have to basically retake them and pass them so i get my degree

The modules I'm retaking for Semester One are Administrative Law and Negotiable Instruments or banking law for the people who study law with proper names

Next semester I'm taking Civil Procedure, Security and Insolvency and Insurance and Agency again.

PLEASE NOTE:

This blog is a student blog, it is a studyblr meant for study purposes. The legal information set out in this blog is for my personal study purposes and does not in any way purport to be a source of binding or informative legal information. I am NOT a qualified attorney. @'m just a student and legally, according to the rules of the Legal Practice Council of South Africa, I cannot give out legal advice. ALSO THERE ARE THINGS CALLED JOKES AND MEMES ON THIS BLOG, please don't ban me from being able to practice law for them jokes ya'll.

That being said, should any law student have a question regarding studying law, tips on how to study or really any question regarding studying and university, I will gladly answer.

I am a native English speaker, but I do also speak a little Afrikaans, it's mainly basic conversational Afrikaans.

I'm also learning French through Duolingo, youtube and some French podcasts. I'm trying to read independently in French, but I won't lie, it's hard.

I'm also learning modern Greek, starting with the alphabet, which is uh... surprisingly difficult, but I can't stop learning now.

Italian, Spanish, Dutch, Welsh and German are also on my language learning list. i really do want to learn the romance languages, and Welsh so i can feel at least a little like Tolkien. I also would like to learn Hebrew and Arabic too because they are such beautiful languages.

HOBBIES:

Ah, now my brain decides to blank out...

I am a musician, i play the guitar and piano, i'd also say violin but i sound more like a dying cat than anything else.

i also draw, mostly illustrations, i'm not all that into classical art in terms of making it but by all means gimme all you know about classical paintings!

i read. A LOT. currently I'm reading:

Dungeon Meshi which I AM EXTREMELY OBESSED WITH and should not read before i have eaten.

The Silmarillion- i read this when i need to relax so it'll take me a while to finish it

we are displaced by Malala

Manchester Happened

Little Women

and a book on codebreaking

Books I've read so far this year are:

The Martian by Andy Weir

Call me by your name

Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe

The Curious Incident of the dog in the night

Circe by Madeline Miller

The Human Chair

#student #studyblr #chaotic academia #uni life #books #literature #tolkien #the martian #writer #art #artist #aristotle writes

[spiriteddreams]

I've seen some people do this so why not! Give your moots Valentine's ships?

:O omg so cute!! let's see.....

@stellumi - cyno!! ya'll vera c3'd cyno. i watched her make little cards on her stream as well as draw cursed radish nahida LMAO but like vera + cyno is so cute and vera also writes cyno so well??? it's giving warm and happy gf with grumpy general who's only soft for her

@baeshijima - this is obvious. xiao. jk it's al-haitham, xiao's mine :D have ya'll read sophie's writing about al-haitham?? it's literally perfect and she's the expert on him i've consulted her for advice bc she's already gone on dates with him before so....

@kamiiyaka - kazuha! mimi's theme is kazuha and it's so pretty and i can already imagine them going on little dates where kazuha shares poetry and they share little inazuman pastries :O

@amatxs - xiao!!! kay + xiao <3 very pretty gf with very pretty bf it all works out! and also bc kay is like the best xiao writer and def can and will help him and hug him all the time

@astranne - her name is "anne loves kazuha" soooo self explanatory. also bc anne's style is very much like prose poetry which works out bc then they can write all sorts of little poems together :D

@k-zu - dainsleif. 100% kyo and dain are in love. ya'll. you missed it when i was trying to figure out who to write a fic for and the server was playing a game and kyo kept screaming at me "liben" but meant dainsleif and i was so confused LMAO

@lilikags - ayato!! just two peas in a pod that love each other very much. they're both super hard working but need to take care of themselves i am staring so hard at you rn lili but they balance each other out! "ayato kisser" fr

@venexus - albedo!! idek why this man jumped into my brain when i thought of you but you're blog and knowing you a bit gives me alchemist vibes bc you're so smart and your writing is laisfjd;lajf nom

@lxvebun - hanma bc your pfp is hanma and i'm about to send bees and feet emoji into YOUR INBOX askjflasjf but srsly based on your very soft and cute theme i think you would balance shuji very well!

if you're my moot and i forgot to ship you with someone pls don't hate me akjsdhf;alk

#i'm feeding everyone's fictional character delusions rn :D #i literally just thought of the first character in my mind when i think of my moots and slapped it down #we all have our little ramble moments on the server too so..... :D #spirit rambles

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

An Inconvenient Affection [Chapter 5]

Summary: When a couples’ therapist is suspected of murdering his own patients, Y/N and Spencer must go undercover as a feuding married couple to draw him out.

Chapter Summary: Y/N and Spencer take some of Dr. Harris' advice to heart.

A/N:  Things get a little spicy... I hope ya'll enjoy! Please leave a comment or tag or message if you enjoy this one, I'm loving all of your feedback so far, I'm so lucky ❤️

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers, (Eventual) Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: NSFW language, sexual themes, language, mentions of stalking & infidelity, heavy petting.

Word Count: 4.4k

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“And is the rest of the team busy?” she absentmindedly asks as she surveys the grocery store shelves, throwing items into her basket.

“Yeah, there’s a particularly nasty arsonist in Texas, he’s keeping them on their toes” Garcia pipes through the speaker.

“And are they lost without us?” Y/N asks in a faux-wistful tone, and she’s met with a giggle.

“Well, they’re getting through it, but it’s not the same without you. Or my favorite little genius! How is he by the way?”

“Good, good, he’s still asleep back at the apartment” she catches herself smiling at the very thought of it, of the perfect picture she’d left. His gentle features as they rested on the pillow, his hair an unruly but endearing halo around his head. He was far too peaceful to disturb, so she ran the mornings errands alone.

“On the couch or….” she can almost hear the way Garcia’s eyebrows wiggle as she speaks.

“In the bed, actually” she says it with a sort of giddy pride, “Has been for the past while” she winces a little at the hollering that follows.

“Are you kidding me?!”

“What?” it’s nonchalant, like she doesn’t know exactly why Garcia’s reacting this way.

“You little— I can’t believe you! Who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon? Wait, is he a cuddler?”

The barrage of questions stops her in her tracks, and she realizes she’s got no answers, as much as she might want them, so she plays it off with a laugh instead of letting her real feelings bubble to the surface.

“There are no spoons Pen, it’s just because the couch is so uncomfortable, this is the only real long-term sleeping arrangement that’ll work” and it’s mostly the truth.

“Only long term-sleeping arrangement my ass” she mocks, “You’re loving it! And I bet he’s loving it too, I refuse to believe there’s been no cuddling”

“Well there hasn’t!” she defends herself, only to remember what has happened, “There’s been some kissing though…” this time she pulls the phone away from her ear fully to prepare for the hysterics.

“And you’re only telling me this now?!” she hears Garcia’s voice clear from a few inches away before bringing the phone back to her ear.

“Well, it’s not what you’re thinking, it was just prep for the case. Y’know, didn’t want to get caught off guard down the line”

The other end of the phone is silent for a little too long before there’s a quiet but resolute, “Bullshit.”

“No it’s not!”

“That is absolute and unequivocal, bullshit.” as serious as she tries to seem, Y/N can almost see the smile playing at the corners of Garcia’s mouth, “How was it?”

The question catches her off guard and she has to try and formulate a response that’s not just ‘perfect’.

“It was good, I guess? I mean— a little awkward, obviously. But we’re being professional about it.”

Which was true, there’d been a little strangeness the following morning. Waking up next to Spencer was something she’d experienced before. But waking up next to Spencer after she’d finally gotten to kiss him was something entirely different. When she looked at his perfect plump pout in the warm light streaming in through the curtains, she didn’t have to imagine how it would feel against her. Now she knew. She hadn’t decided if it was worse or better yet.

They didn’t really talk about it either, they just let it hang in the air, unspoken, and tried to establish some version of a routine throughout the rest of the week. But for better or worse, that routine didn’t feature any more kissing.

“I’m sure it was better than just ‘good’, tell me!” it’s not even a question, it’s a demand this time.

“Fine! It was fucking unbelievable, okay? I’ve been thinking about it every other minute for days now, and he obviously hasn’t, so, I don’t know” she rushes, letting out a dramatic sigh the second the words leave her chest.

“You don’t know that” Garcia’s tone is quick to change, comforting her friend from a distance as best as she can.

“I don’t know, I think I do. But it’s fine, I’ll be fine. We’re still friends, and I’m happy with that too” she tries to reassure herself with the words too, “I actually have to get going, but we can talk again soon, okay?”

“Okay,” Garcia caves, “Give Spencer my love”

— — —

In spite of the slight awkwardness they fell into a routine quickly. One or both of them would make breakfast together in the mornings, Spencer would go and work in the local University most days, only for a few hours here and there to keep up appearances. They both knew he wasn’t really the one being watched.

She had a sixth sense for it already. She could generally feel if he was outside the bar, watching her from his parking spot across the street. He never came in, at least he hadn’t yet, instead he would just watch, sometimes waiting for her to leave for the night, other times he’d be gone by the time she’d start walking home. She’d be able to feel his eyes as they followed her, imagining the click of his camera anytime she did anything he disagreed with. Which hadn’t been very often.

It’s a quiet evening in the bar when she first decides to taunt him. Walking outside for a few moments while she was on her break, stuffing her hands in her pockets to protect them from the cold, but still savoring the fresh night air. She was only alone for a minute before an opportunity presented itself. A tall, broad shouldered, brunette, came out the front door and lit up a cigarette as he stood next to her.

“You want one?” he asks, his voice smooth and practiced, but she shakes her head out of habit.

“Sorry, I don’t smoke” she shrugs, but he clicks his tongue and lets out a sigh.

“Well damn, I saw you coming out here and thought that might be my in” he jokingly scolds himself.

“Your in?” she turns to face him as she speaks then, leaning in a little too close on purpose, in direct sight of the grey sedan across the street.

“Mhmm, I’ve been watching you all night, but then again, I think that could be said for every guy in there” he leans in then too, smirking as he speaks with a well tested charm. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, but something about it felt so ingenuine. Nothing like the way Spencer complimented her. He would always trip over his words in a way that was all too adorable. But that wasn’t the point. She was working the case right now.

“And yet you’re the lucky one who followed me out here” she teases him, taking her hand out of her pocket and touching his forearm gently. The physical contact would probably drive Dr. Harris insane.

He looks down at her with half-lidded eyes, but she can’t bring herself to go any further just yet.

“But—” she starts, “I’m the unlucky one who’s gotta get back to work”

He rolls his eyes playfully as she starts to move away again, reaching out to grab her wrist gently before she can go.

“Here” balancing his cigarette in his mouth he fishes a card out of his pocket with his free hand, “call me sometime”

She holds the card tentatively between her fingers, stifling a smile as she reads it, “Maybe I will—John?” he nods

“Y/N” she returns the gesture and he smiles.

“Call me sometime, Y/N”

— — —

Spencer’s less nervous for this session, now that he knows he can do a somewhat convincing job, his stress levels aren’t at an all time high. Until Dr. Harris opens his mouth to ask his very first question of the session.

“I think we should start off today by talking about your sex life, would you mind telling me about it?” he leans back in his chair as he speaks, calm and considered. Spencer on the other hand freezes entirely.

They’d discussed it before, and he had an eidetic memory, but for some reason he’s drawing a blank, something that’s pretty much never happened to him before in his life.

“Have you had sex at all recently?” he probes further when he’s only met by Spencer’s awkward, and somewhat stunned, silence.

“Well—um, no?” he manages to squeak out.

Dr. Harris thinks on it for a moment, jotting something down before he speaks again.

“It’s important to make time for that, maintaining a physical connection is hard work, on both ends.” he pauses before turning to Y/N, “You’ve mentioned that this infidelity is primarily sexual, rather than emotional, is your husband satisfying you?”

It takes everything Spencer has to stop his eyes bulging out of his head as he turns to face her too, but she looks calm, of course she does.

“Yes, well— early on in our relationship at least. The sex was non-stop.” Spencer has to gulp down the lump in his throat at the very thought, suppressing any images that tried to form in his head, he has to concentrate. “But y’know, things happen, people get busy, we grow tired of things that used to excite us.”

“Well, which one is it, did you get busy, or did you get bored?” Dr. Harris is quick to interject, his words laced with a little more malice than he probably realizes.

“Can it not be a little of both?” she asks, dodging the question with a practiced nonchalance that made the therapists jaw clench.

“Well it seems to me like you’ve got plenty of time for other men, so I don’t know that your schedule seems to be the issue.” he snaps, and Y/N seems caught off guard by the aggression, fumbling for some sort of answer, so Spencer finally steps in.

“I was the one who was busy. I was taking on more hours in work and I just wasn’t around as much I guess. I’ve cut back down so that I can be around now. I know these problems aren’t always one sided.” he glances over a Y/N with a sort of pleading look and she returns it with a soft smile.

“So, when was the last time the two of you were intimate?” he interrogates again, and Spencer’s mind drifts to their kiss the week before, and how it made him feel electric. But he brushes that away.

“3 months ago now” he says, toying with the ring on his finger, spinning it gently.

“That’s an awfully long time, don’t you think?” Dr. Harris weighs in, before turning his attention back to Y/N again, “Especially for poor Spencer over here, you were still getting your needs met.”

“I’m sorry” is all she says, instead of going on the defensive, he seems to accept the gesture. But it doesn’t seem to bother him that the apology is directed at him rather than Spencer.

“Maybe you two should make time for it, as soon as possible. Sexuality is an important part of a relationship and you both have to be willing to work at all aspects if you want to change anything in your marriage”

— — —

“I didn’t even go overboard and he still went for it, this guy’s got an unbelievably short fuse” she contemplates, sitting next to Spencer on the sofa, her legs outstretched along his lap.

“W-What did you do?” he asks, now that the opportunity finally presented itself. He wanted to know what her version of flirting looked like, if it at all resembled the way she handled him, but he also didn’t want to torture himself with those ideas either.

“Like… how did I flirt with him?” she clarifies, and he’s unable to meet her gaze, instead fiddling with the string of the tea-bag that hung from the side of his mug, but he nods all the same.

“Nothing really, I don’t know, the usual I guess?” she thinks on it herself before she has an idea, pulling her legs back from him so she can tuck them neatly under herself and lean forward, inching slowly further into Spencer’s personal space.

“I laughed at his silly jokes,” she smiles, reaching a hand out and laying it softly on his forearm before giving it a short squeeze, “I touched his arm,”. He glances down at her hand and the way it rest against his bare skin, a gesture she’d made a million times before, but it had never stalled his breath quite this hard. When he returns his gaze to hers at last, her eyes are half-lidded and almost dazed before she speaks again, “And I gave him the eyes” she coos, sultry but sweet, with a flutter of her eyelashes. And he can’t hold contact for more than a second before he has to look away.

He almost chokes on his next words as she moves her hand away from him again. “Did— do you like him? This guy from the bar?” he returns his attention to his empty mug rather than look at her and find an honest answer he didn’t really want.

“John? No, he’s not really my type. I don’t really go for that ‘smooth talking’ kind of guy” she says with a shake of her head. Maybe there was a time in her life that she would’ve enjoyed attention from a man like that, but her tastes had changed. She was spoilt now, something about the way Spencer would ask her to hang out early on, even just as friends, was so endearing. The shyness in his words, the restlessness in his stance when he would ask her something as simple as ‘want to go see a movie?’.

“Really?” he asks, daring to make eye contact once again.

“Yeah, I don’t buy it. I don’t trust people that aren’t nervous asking someone out. It’s terrifying, especially when you really like the person, y’know?”

In spite of the fact that every date he’d ever gone on had been arranged by someone else, he absolutely did know the feeling. The adrenaline that flooded his system anytime he’d asked Y/N to hang out outside of work. She still made him nervous now, but he felt comfortable with her at the very same time, it was a contradiction he wasn’t sure he minded.

Spencer tries to hide his little frown as she stands up off the sofa, collecting their mugs and plates from the coffee table. Another contradiction of his new life was how much he both loved and dreaded bedtime.

Like a bold child he tried to stave it off as long as he could each evening, all but demanding they watch another episode of something, or just talk on the couch for a little longer. But she could see through him and his waning energy, sending him to bed when she knew he needed the rest. But he lived in fear of just how much he enjoyed it, the presence of her in the bed next to him, the therapeutic rhythm of her breathing as she drifted off to sleep before him each night.

“Go!” she giggles, nodding her head in the direction of their bedroom, and his lips drift up in a small, lazy smile.

“Fine” he sighs, relaxing into his night-time routine with ease, changing into his pajamas, brushing his teeth, removing his contacts just to replace them with his glasses in the hopes of getting a little reading done before bed.

When he walks out of the adjoining bathroom he sees her standing in the large bedroom window, the orange of the streetlights flooding in and illuminating her perfectly as she beckons him over. When he gets close enough, she reaches her arms up and wrap them around his neck, pulling him down slightly so that she can whisper in his ear.

“We’re being watched” it comes out as a breath against the shell of his ear, some part of it serious, some part of it playful, but all he can concentrate on is the way her proximity makes all of the hairs on his neck stand on end.

He knows better than to look out the window immediately, but he knows he’d find that same grey sedan parked across the street, staring into their bedroom, able to make out their shapes in the window.

Before he can ask how to proceed, her lips are on his neck, starting right below his ear and drifting across his jaw.

“W-What are— uh— what are you doing?” he manages to squeak out, his hands still firmly rooted at his sides, lingering, waiting for instruction.

“I’ve got a plan, you can say no, or stop anytime you want, okay?” she says against his ear once again. And his throat feels even more dry than it had just 5 seconds earlier.

“O-okay. What— um— what is it?”

“We’re going to pretend that we’re having sex.” she sort of giggles as she says it, probably at the way she can feel Spencer gulping down the lump in his throat.

“So he can see?! Are you insane!?” he rushes out in a harsh whisper, as if Dr. Harris can hear them from his position across the street.

She pulls back to look at him, his bottom lip tucked nervously between his teeth, his hands awkwardly fidgeting at his sides. So she reaches up to hold his head gently in her hands, her thumbs grazing delicately over his cheekbones.

“We’ll get under the covers, and our clothes will stay on. It’s just to make him think that’s what he’s seeing. That we’re taking his advice and we want to get better.”

His heart is absolutely rioting in his chest, he knows this will only spell bad things for him. Fake or not his neck was still tingling where her lips had pressed against it moments earlier. But he just couldn't fight his other instincts, the ones that wanted to be near her, to feel her, to touch her, in any way they could. So he nods in her gentle grip, and her mouth curves up in a smile.

“Lay down” she instructs him, and so he does. Taking his place in the centre of the bed, head nestled amongst the pillows. He took a quick peek out the window opposite the bed and caught a glimpse of the car that was watching him right back. But then Y/N crawled onto the bed too, obstructing his view both literally and figuratively. Because how was he supposed to concentrate on anything at all when she was sitting in his lap in nothing but a pair of shorts and a tank top.

Once she pulls the covers over them she leans in and nestles her head into the croook of his neck, placing more featherlight kisses along the delicate skin, lingering on his fluttering pulse point.

“Is this alright?” she whispers up at him and he can do nothing but sigh a gentle. “uh huh”

When she sits up again to look down at him he feels strange, like his face must be giving him away. Was his expression as tragically love-sick as he felt in that moment? But she just lets out a small laugh.

“You look so young with those glasses on” she smiles down at him, and he’s quick to mumble out a reply.

“Oh— sorry, I can take them off if—”

“No” she cuts him off, “I like them” she assures him, and something about her tone relaxes him, makes him feel a little less strange about this whole thing.

“I’m going to start moving now” she warns, and he takes in a deep breath. She settles somewhere on his lower stomach to avoid grinding her hips right against his, and he’s beyond grateful for the strategic placement.

“I’m just going to pretend like I’m riding you, no big deal, totally normal. Friends do this all the time” she rambles out with an awkward chuckle that seems to be for her own benefit more than for Spencers. But he doesn’t have time to think about why before her hips start to move.

Starting slow, grinding against the soft fabric of his t-shirt, splaying her hands flat against his chest for stability, he prayed that she couldn’t feel the erratic pounding of his heart against her fingertips, but he was kidding himself.

“Y’know what?” she giggles, “This must be how actors feel? Pretending to have sex with someone while people are watching.”

Spencer doesn’t want to say it, but this isn’t like that at all. Not to him anyway. For one thing no one was really watching, not it any kind of present way. He could barely remember the man outside the apartment the second her lips ghosted over his skin. This was so much worse than what actors went through, but she was really playing the part.

“You’re loving this— teasing me” he manages to get out, he says it with a sort of laugh, like it’s just a joke, like there’s no truth to it. And she giggles in response.

“You just make it so easy” she says before letting her head fall backward, exposing her perfect throat to him as she let out a soft but loud moan, as though the car across the street would somehow be able to hear it. But only Spencer could, and it made the heat bloom in his cheeks, and his chest, and he knew he had to change something before the blood rushed anywhere else.

“W- Wait! I think he should see me” he stutters out, “Just in case the thinks you’re with some other guy in here right now?”

It’s not a stretch per-se, but it’s the best he could think of, given how little of his brain was still functional at this moment. At least he would have some element of control if the roles were reversed.

“That’s a good idea” she leans down to whisper it like she’s talking dirty rather than strategizing. But the tone of her voice still makes him weak.

They maneuver around each other, until Spencer is the one on top. And while he knows he can hide his impeding erection better this way, he also realizes his fatal flaw instantly. From this angle he can do nothing but look down at her. Her perfect grin, her hair against the pillow, her devious eyes.

Kneeling down in front of her he wasn’t really sure how to proceed. He’d managed to avoid touching her so far, opting to keep his hands balled up at his sides for fear of where they might roam if he let them. But she kept her legs shut as a taunt, he could tell as much from her expression, from her delight at his fumbling around.

“You can touch me Spence?” she assures him, but it feels more like a challenge than a permission. So he gives in. Placing a gentle hand on either one of her knees and spreading them apart with ease. He quickly replaces the empty space with his body, leaning over her, propping himself up with one hand, and grabbing the underside of her thigh with the other. Blunt fingernails digging in just enough to elicit a stifled whimper from her throat.

He starts to mimic the motions, pulling his hips back only to cant them forward again. There was only so much room for error in a position like this, and he had to restrain himself lest he grind up against her with enough force to make her moan for real. As much as he wanted to hear that, to feel that, he didn’t want to deal with the repercussions of it. So instead he settled for a simpler technique, one she’d used on him.

Tucking his face into the warm and welcoming area where her shoulder met her neck, he breathed in the scent of her before placing a soft kiss against the supple skin. When she let out the tiniest moan it felt like a gargantuan victory. Maybe he could make her feel as good as she made him feel. He opened his mouth then, licking a stripe up along her neck, tasting the littlest amount of sweat that had accumulated there before coming to rest against the pulse that seemed to accelerate at his touch. When he sucked on the skin beneath his lips only to bite down on it gently she couldn’t help the noise she made.

“Fuck! Spencer” she moaned. And that really felt like it was just for him. Which brought him a second of bliss before he realized the larger affect that it was starting to have on his body.

“I— I uh— I think we should stop” he rushes out, climbing off of her frantically, heaping the duvet around his hips in the hopes that she wouldn’t see what she’d done to him.

“Yeah, yeah of course” she sits up next to him, reaching a hand out to wipe the curls out of his eyes, “Are you okay?” she asks, and he can sense no teasing behind it if she’s reading between the lines, just a genuine kindness.

“No… yeah! I’m fine! I just think he’s probably got the idea” he says, looking out the window only to see an empty parking space across from them. “Look! He’s gone”

“You’re right, I’m sure he saw plenty. Wanna get some sleep?” She smiles, encouraging and soft now, but Spencer can’t bare to look at her if he doesn’t have too. The sweetness behind her eyes, and the exposed skin of her neck with his teeth marks still in it would probably set him off for good, so he shakes his head.

“I… no? I actually think I just need a shower, I’m a little— sweaty?”

If she knows why he’s really leaving, she’s too kind to say. So she lets him go, settling into the bed alone.

“I don’t know if I’ll still be awake when you get back” she hums, “Goodnight Spencer”

“Goodnight Y/N” he whispers back as he makes his way to the bathroom, sneaking one last glance back at her before she closed her eyes completely.

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[duckbunny]

I appreciate ya'll trying to draw trans men but I have two pieces of advice

hips and shoulders and jawbones don't change their shape if you did estrogen puberty first, so we are not usually shaped like buff cis men with a couple of scars, we have usually got skeletons to contend with

those scars are way, way bigger than you think. you can look them up. the bigger the tits the bigger the scars and there is nothing about being trans that makes your tiddies not grow big. my scars have got a one inch gap at the sternum and they go all the way to my armpits and turn vertical at the end. big scars. long. do not be fooled by that one painting of Jesus and Doubting Thomas and the fingerpoke. top scars aren't shaped like that. it's a cute painting but the boss man had some miracles going on.

#trans #trans men #trans masc #art

[klaineownsmysoul]

In a wierd way I'm glad she's there.. coz it highlights the fact that her beloved Life long dream bar just re-opened barely a week ago and now she's jetting off coz her so needs constant supervision.. I mean if she not there who else can he look miserable with....

I get the idea of what you mean and let's face it - this is exactly the kind of thing she would never miss in a million years no matter what else was going on (getting dressed up, free booze, lots of celebs to hob nob with so she can pretend to be one of them, pics posted where she can be tagged as his "wife" and her deluded little stans can coo over them and claim to die of cuteness because they are #couplegoals and a reason to believe in love, what an absolute queen among peasants she is - you know the usual) but it won't matter to a good portion of fandom. She's disappeared on overseas trips with him before and its never once caused a raised eyebrow among that set because for some ungodly reason, she can do no wrong to them. They ignore the things that don't paint her in the haloed light she lives in according to them and engage in enough mental gymnastics to trip up Simone Biles to explain away why it doesn't matter that she constantly abandons her lifelong dream to be an unnecessary plus one. A business that's only open 3 nights a week because they can't draw a consistent crowd if D's not there to pull people in and has been shuttered for over a year. That only has anyone who's a name show up because of D. She wants the promotion of being labeled as a business owner so she and her little fans can feel justified when they claim that she's a badass independent woman - look she owns a bar! - and the accolades that go along with it but has no interest in doing any of the day to day nitty gritty boring things you have to do to make a business successful. Yes - you can hire a manager to oversee things and a lot of the stuff that used to be actual paperwork can now be done with a tablet and an internet connection but if this is supposed to be your dream, wouldn't you want to spend as much time there as possible to ensure its a success? Have some pride in it? Make sure its running smoothly, customers are happy, your staff is doing their jobs correctly? She's certainly not doing inventory 6 time zones away. Kind of hard to be available for questions or issues that might arise when the business is open if you're 9 hours ahead at a minimum and have been partying all night long. Raise your hand if you honestly believe she's sitting poolside approving payroll and purchase orders.

Its so ironic: the stans that claim that certain people infantilize him with comments that he looks tired, he needs a break, etc are the same ones who post inane garbage about him acting crazy when she's not around because he's some kind of affected child who has no idea how to behave like an adult without her calming presence in his life? For real? Ya'll are absolute nuts. Because he'd have no idea how to conduct himself in a professional work environment without her there to keep him on the straight and narrow? If he needs advice on how to take a story where he peed himself in public because he was most likely drunk off his ass and later on have someone share it to try to make it seem like a super cool and awesome thing to do, he knows who to call. Other than that, I think he's fine as is.

Stans be like:

Its nothing new that he managed to look lively and have an expression on his face when he posed with women who are not his lovely lady of special togetherness. Its almost expected now: she has her smirky insufferable possessive pose and he has his flatline get me the eff out of here face. Something to look forward to at nearly event she goes to with him. What a lucky man.

#lord almighty he can do so much better than this #and once again he needs a team in place that works for him and not the idea of them #he's the client #he's the star #she's the excess baggage weighing him down #and has no legit reason to be highlighted as much as she is