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pyrorptrs · 2 days

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Awhile back I did my own redesign of the Toa Mata from Bionicle. Mostly just trying to find a way to draw them without having to keep the toys permanently on hand for reference and a bit more streamlined to make them easier to draw in general. As far as universal details go, I gave them a segmented body template to lean into the biomechanical aspect of them, I also tried to find a consistent way to draw some of the more common limbs they had. I also tried to play with the gears on the back by giving each of them something unique and tried to give them unique kneeguards. I also tried to incorporate the orbs they had their chest by incorporating their elements matoran symbols into them

Tahu - Tahu served as kind of the template for the others, so he's probably the most standard out of them. I wanted to stick primarily with his original colors so made the bright red and orange the most prominent colors on him, but I also used the dark red he sported later as an accent color for more color blocking. His sword is based more on the Bionicle Heroes interpretation of it, though I may change that if I ever redraw this design. His left arm was never really stated to be anything, so I tried to purpose it as a sort of Aegis; it still matches his more aggressive personality, but also gives it a more utility. I also modeled his back gear after exhaust pipes to relate towards his element. Though it probably won't be seen that much, I did try to define his head too, making it kinda broad; specifically basing the heads off a combination of the originals, the glatorian heads from the end of the original line, and the heads from the reboot.

Kopaka - Since Toa of Ice tend to stick around cold places, I incorporated a bit of a coat into his armor for insulation. His sword also draws some inspiration from the Heroes version, but it also still works like his toy. His left arm was a bit awkward so I limited the armor to mostly just his bicep, I also tried to make the shield look like a snowflake on top of the radar dish look it obviously was piece wise. Kopaka was also one of the few toa consistently depicted is hauling around the McGuffins for whatever saga they're directly involved in, so I gave him a satchel to call back to that. His back gear is directly modeled after a snowflake like his shield, but a bit more obviously. I also tried to make his kneeguards resemble icicles. I tried to give his head a sharper look to call back to his cold and distant personality.

Lewa - Tried to make Lewa look a bit more lanky compared to the others since he's supposed to be the resident tree swinger. His axe leans more towards the original, but I still tried to incorporate aspects of the heroes version for fun. I tried to make his left arm a big grabby arm since most people turn it into a gun or something, but BlazeTBW thought it looked like a machete so I incorporated a fold-our arm blade to help him cut up vines and foliage as he swings around. His kneeguards are supposed to look like palm leaves but I'm not satisfied with how they turned out. I also gave him a few pouches since I figured he's want to keep a few snacks on hand or maybe even swipe a souvenir here and there.

Onua - Tried to make Onua look pretty broad since he's supposed to be strong even without his mask buffing him. Unfortunately his monochromatic color scheme can make things hard to color block, so I threw in some purple from his G2 version in order to help highlight some parts of his body. obviously made his claws his actual hands. I also did something a bit different with his legs sinw his original toy had them flipped around to bulk them, so I tried leaning into that while also making it look like a heavy duty hinge. I also tried to make his head particularly broad too.

Pohatu - Pohatu was pretty different from the original toa in that his torso was flipped around to make him more bottom heavy, so I tried to call back to that with his body shape. I also took inspiration from the toys arms to make them bigger than the others. I did include the two orbs on his shoulders, but recolored them to make them different from the chest one and included the extra pins on the leg. Since Toa of Stone live in the dessert I gave him a scarf to wrap around his head for sandstorms and gave him a decently sized backpack since he's also been happy to regale his own adventures (so it works for holding souvenirs). His kneeguards are based on boulders. I also inlcluded the orange his Phnatoka version sported to highlight parts of his armor

Gali - Obviously Gali's body is mostly just a female version of the standard one I came up with. I did call back to the pins her original toy had in her hips and I incorporated the mata hand into the chest orb I try to include on all of them. Her hooks are intended to slip onto her hands more-so than replace them. Her back-gear and kneeguards are also based on a bunch of bubbles. finally I incorporated her Mistaka colors as a highlight to add more color blocking.

#Bionicle #Toa #Mata #Tahu #Fire #Kopaka #Ice #Lewa #Air #Onua #Earth #Pohatu #Stone #Gali #Water #Hau #Akaku #Miru #Pakari #Kakama #Kaukau

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leonsdolly · 8 hours

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Wicked Game

Leon Kennedy x fem! reader

Synopsis: Leon leaves you for her, and you're not sure what to do now.

CW: nsfw 18+, infidelity, angst, suicidal thoughts, comparing yourself to her, masturbation, mentions of p in v

WC: 1.5k

“What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you…” You murmur along to the melancholy words that are floating around your room like butterflies. Actually, more like flies nearing the end of their life span - movement transitioning from an erratic flight to a lazy, almost purposeless dwindle until they’re on their backs with their legs sticking up in the air. That’s exactly how you are now that Leon’s done with you. A dead fly - no one could save me but you. Chris Isaak gets it. He gets it so well that he’s been looping for God knows how long.

Was it only last week that Leon left you for the ghost from his past? The one in red, haunting him in ways that you were oblivious to. Always bleeding red, like Bloody Mary or something. Maybe it was better if you’d feigned ignorance to the evidence. Maybe you’d still be able to call him yours if you played your role of a cross-eyed Mary jumping right into his arms with no protests, always playing it clean.

It was all because of a letter that was carefully tucked away in his desk drawer, folded and sealed with a kiss. No, literally a kiss. The bitch left her lipstick imprint in lieu of her signature. YSL, shade R1. You’d always been a Dior girl anyway.

You swore up and down that you weren’t purposely snooping through his belongings, that you were just looking for Scotch tape. The offensive document shook in your hand as you fearfully inquired about its contents. He was stuttering and ashamed and apologetic and all the things a good man is when he’s sinned. He let you cry and scream and sink to your knees with your head in your hands like you were never going to come back up, like you could die in this position and be encased in marble. A new weeping angel.

You know in your heart that you could never equate to her in his eyes. The knowledge that he’s probably been comparing you to her throughout your relationship makes you so damn ill. Maybe you should slit your own throat in front of him and let the crimson flow over your body so you can match with her. Bleeding red all over the place, letting him see nothing but that cursed color, the way he did all those years ago in the city where it all started. The way he’d still continued to do so after meeting you and promising all sorts of things you weren’t accustomed to hearing. You suppose you can’t fault him completely, it wasn’t like he intended on hurting you; he’d tried to overcome his adversities and forge a new home for himself, one that was pink and frilly and covered him in glossy kisses after a long day at work. But ultimately, it wasn’t enough. His allegiance lay with first red, then white, then blue.

You just miss him so damn much. You’re desperate enough for him that if he were to walk through the door right now, you’d take him back in a heartbeat. Sure, maybe you’d have difficulty meeting his eyes for a while, deep pools, murky with guilt and who knows what else. Your vision would be limited to the freckles on his neck, the ones resembling a vampire bite, but that’s alright with you. You’re familiar with the area, having kissed it so many times. You shouldn't be thinking about those little spots or anything else about him for that matter. He made his bed, and now he has to lie in it. With her. Pressed up against her with his face tucked into the crook of her neck. Oh God, now you're the one seeing red. Is there really such a thing as a red string tying two people together, keeping them bound for eternity? Hopefully not, because you're nauseous at the concept that it's always been her. She was right there beside his former bright eyed and bushy-tailed self, the version that had a vague understanding of how the world worked, before he was your solemn Leon. They trudged through the abyss together, leaning on one another for strength in the midst of a plague. You wish God would just deliver armies of locusts to devour you and him and her and the rest of the world. The end is here anyway now that he isn’t.

Your last memory of him is that pitiful look in his eyes as he gazes at you one more time. You said I was your baby. He said a lot of things, promised you the world, and look how things turned out. It’s sickening really, how cruel fate can be. Was this fate? You’re going to tie their disgusting red string around your neck and squeeze until your head pops off like a rocket. A blazing glory, capable of stealing his attention.

The thoughts of needing to be better so that he’d be with you again swirls around in your brain, filling up your entire being until you can’t bear it any longer. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to put a ring on your finger and give you his babies and hold you close on your deathbed. Your hand twitches, muscle memory activated from all the times you slipped your hand into his, anchoring you to him. I’m so sorry… Ada and I… We’ve been through a lot together. You can’t take this anymore. But I love you more than anything in the whole world… How am I supposed to live without you? He never did give you a proper response to that, silence encompassing the air between you.

You shuffle to the bottom drawer of your dresser and fish out a wrinkled shirt that had been shoved towards the very back, away from prying eyes - navy blue with the letters “RPD” emblazoned in white across the front. You slip it on and inhale the fabric draped over your frame, protecting you, hugging you as you crawl back into your bed. His arms really were the loveliest place to be. Firm and gentle, wrapped around your torso like your very own bullet vest. Shielding you from horrors you would never have to experience, he’d make sure of that. Or at least he had, anyway. His lingering scent fills your senses like whispers in an abandoned chapel. Something familiar, a sense of comfort in your hollowed out state. It takes over your grief for a second, and when you shut your eyes tight, everything is alright again.

You yearn to hold onto this feeling, but it dissipates once your eyes open, and you're isolated yet again. Your bottom lip trembles as you squeeze your eyes shut as hard as you can, gripping onto the hem of his shirt. His arms are around you again, and the smell of him is welcomed. It elicits a natural response from your body, begging for his touch, forming a silent prayer to any divinity who will listen. Your thighs involuntarily part as you reminisce on the feeling of his face in between them, tongue lapping at everything you have to offer. Whimpers fall from your lips as your other hand travels down to slowly stroke your clit the way he used to do it. There’s my baby. You’re his baby, still so good for him. You rub your clit faster and faster as the hand that was clutching onto his shirt for dear life comes up to squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples.

You realize that tears have been running down your flushed cheeks as you grind down onto your fingers faster in an effort to chase your high. Just like that… Sweet baby, my sweet baby.

He's probably fucking her at this exact moment. Cock buried miles deep inside her perfect cunt, perky tits bouncing at every thrust while she moans for him. You’re going to blow your brains out. What kind of sounds does she make when she’s getting the railing of a lifetime? Something more refined than your own little whines. Is she kissing those precious freckles on his neck, giving them all the attention they could ever ask for as he lets out his own delicious noises? You weep as you continue to rub your clit while slick leaks from your neglected pussy, begging for only him to fill it up.

You’re sobbing as you feel the release building up in your core, and you're bawling as you feel your pussy clamp around the ghost of his cock. You let out a cry of both pleasure and agony as you frantically cum all over your fingers. My perfect baby.

Shallow pants escape you as you simply lay motionless, eyes trained fixedly on the ceiling of your melancholy prison. You shakily bring your other hand up to wipe away the tears that have forged new paths for themselves on your cheeks and down to your pillowcase. I love you. You’ll always be my girl.

This world is only gonna break your heart. How are you supposed to live without him? Nobody loves no one. Chris Isaak needs to shut up.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy oneshot #leon kennedy angst #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil

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rarityroo · 1 day

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Here's an interesting idea: how about either Ragatha or Pomni or maybe even both, whichever you're okay with doing, with a fem!reader that has a HUGE sweet tooth and absolutely LOVES candies and sweets. Up to the point where the reader has actually eaten or have tried to eat any NPC that's made out of sugar. Like either Caine has made an adventure where they go back to the Candy Canyon Kingdom or to a whole different land where everything is made out of sugary goodness and the poor girl(s) keep trying to stop their girlfriend from eating everything and anyone.

Sweet tooth

(Ragatha x Fem!reader x Pomni)

Hey! Thank you for this request! I love this idea sm sadly this is shorter than I would’ve liked, I chose to do Pomni and Ragatha bc they’re both so amazing I 🫶🏻 them both sm! Enjoy!

You’ve always been one for a sweet treat, whether it was a soda or a candy you would eat it. There was quite literally nothing stopping you. You were a force to be reckoned with.

Sure it was problematic if there was an NPC that was made of candy because despite your darling girlfriends’ pleas you tried to eat that NPC. So help you, God.

Cotton candy clouds floated lazily above, and lollipop trees lined the winding path, their colorful branches swaying in the breeze. Every corner revealed a new temptation, from caramel rivers to gingerbread houses.

Despite Ragatha and Pomni's best efforts to steer you away from edible NPCs and toward the quest's original purpose, your sweet tooth continued to lead you astray.

Ragatha and Pomni stood in disbelief as they watched you, eagerly attempting to take a bite out of a sugary NPC in Caine's adventure.

"Darling, please, not again," Ragatha pleaded, exasperatedly rubbing her temples in disbelief. Her voice tinged with concern as she gently pulled you away from the tempting treat.

Pomni, equally worried, chimed in, "Caine can't keep replacing NPCs every time we visit a candy-themed map, sweetheart. Remember what happened last time?"

Both Ragatha and Pomni's eyes flickered with memories of the chaos that ensued when you saw a candy golem and chose it to be your next snack. You pouted, rolling your eyes a bit, torn between your insatiable sweet tooth and your love for your girlfriends. "But it looks so tasty!" you protested, eyes still fixed on the colorful snack.

"We can find you some different nonsentient sweets later, my love," Ragatha reassured, her tone soft and slightly teasing as she took your hand. "Let's focus on the quest for now, yeah?"

With a reluctant nod, you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the NPC and followed Ragatha and Pomni deeper into the candy-coated landscape, determined to keep your cravings in check... at least until the next tempting treat crossed your path.

#the amazing digital circus ragatha #the amazing digital circus pomni #pomni x ragatha #pomni x reader x ragatha #the amazing digital circus #tadc pomni x reader #tadc ragatha x reader #tadc x fem reader #pomni x reader tadc #ragatha x reader tadc #polyamory #ragatha x reader x pomni #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus fanfiction #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #tadc x reader

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oftenwantedafton · 2 days

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the new hire | steve raglan x female reader

rating | explicit

part 2/?

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You arrive at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza with one minute to spare.

You had tried and failed to sleep all afternoon as the career counselor had suggested, the elusive slumber finally claiming your restless body moments before it had been time to get up and get ready. You shower quickly, then brush your teeth and get dressed. You’re not certain exactly what Steve Raglan considers ‘appropriate’ attire, but your feel black slacks and another white blouse, this one buttoned properly, seem suitable.

The restaurant is on the outskirts of town, a sprawling structure that looks as if it has seen better days, the once bright primary colors of the exterior faded from prolonged exposure to the sun and the elements. Some sort of stubborn vine thrives despite the less than ideal circumstances, a sinister growth that crawls wildly all over the building, spidery strokes of menancing looking crimson leaves that remind you of blood vessels. It is the only living thing existing in that parking lot, the other weeds and wild vegetation that had begun the assault of reclamation dead, brown, withered; it is as if the second they touch any part of that property they are doomed, instantly terminated.

There’s a car parked out front, and your own soon joins it. The automobile has the look of something old as well, though it is in much better repair than your own vehicle that is beyond second hand, changing owners many times, a cheap used car that’s more rust than anything at this point, the salt on the roads during the harsh winters taking their toll on the body. Still, it functions, getting you from point A to point B and back again, and that’s really all that matters.

You spy the career counselor still inside his car, his gaze apparently fixed on the establishment until you arrive. Then you feel those eyes watch as you hit the brakes and shift gears to park, unfastening your seatbelt and sliding from behind the wheel. You hope he hasn’t been waiting long. You feel certain you’ll be reprimanded for it.

The street lamps on the property are still active, but the light they shed doesn’t quite seem to touch you, or the man that emerges from the vehicle beside yours. There’s an ominous aura about the place, a palpable feel of something very, very wrong.

Steve doesn’t return the greeting you offer, merely striding towards the pizzeria, leaving you to catch up, hurrying across the broken, crumbling asphalt. There is a steel gate blocking the front doors. He wordlessly holds up a keyring as you draw closer, indicating which key will unseal this barrier, then repeats the process for the glass doors of the entrance after he’s dragged the gate aside. The keyring is then held out for you to take, the older man letting the bits of metal dangle from his index finger in a makeshift sort of hook.

You swipe for the loop and he pulls his arm back, making you move closer to him. The long arm stretches far above your head, above your reach. That smile is back, that cruel curve of wickedness reminding you of just how at his mercy you are. He drops the keyring, accidentally/on purpose, and you’re forced to crouch down to retrieve it.

It occurs to you now that you’re at his feet, much as you’d fantasized about earlier that day in his office. You look up and he looks down and there is so much distance between you, so much more than just that physical measurement separating the two of you. He shoves at the door and you rise, not entirely trusting this narrow space he’s allotted you to enter. Surely the door opens further than that. Intentional, no doubt, yet to any casual observer it would simply seem as if your companion was politely in the process of holding the door open for you.

You have no choice but to make the attempt, wedging yourself through that gap, your breasts brushing across his chest as you go. You don’t dare try to make eye contact, instead focusing on the dimly lit interior of the establishment.

You clear the social worker’s body and he follows you closely, the door swinging closed with a very loud bang, the jaws of the entrance snapping shut. Strange to use that analogy. You’re not sure why you’d thought it.

“Welcome to Freddy’s,” a rusted voice says beside you, but you do not feel welcome at all.

Your initial impression is that you’ve entered some kind of mausoleum. Not based off of its appearance of course, from what little you can discern in the gloom; but the overall feel of the place. You can smell the dust that stirs into the air, lifting because of your footsteps. Everything echoes strangely. It feels wrong to be here, disturbing this quiet.

“This place was a hit back in the eighties. Too bad you weren’t living around here back then to see it in its full glory,” Raglam adds, moving confidently forward into the dining area. You hurry to keep up. You don’t want to be alone in this dark place. “Arcade, animatronics, inexpensive pizza and cold beer, this place was the destination for adults and kids alike.” His voice carries confidently, sounding a bit theatrical, as if he’s trying to sell you on the idea of the establishment’s former appeal.

“Why did it close?”

Steve either doesn’t hear you or chooses to ignore your question, leading you now through another set of doors, this time letting you manage them yourself. It’s as if he’s impatient, now that he’s inside. Eager. Your path is lit by some faint crimson glow, making the already disturbing environment seem even more unfriendly. You walk past an open doorway and catch a glimpse of what must be the kitchen, stainless steel counters and appliances hulking further back. There is a large area that looks like some sort of storage center, the shelves loaded with objects you can’t quite make out in the shadows.

There is no tour of any of these rooms. Instead you’re directed to a panel on the wall, the switch for the power dragged upward with a resolute sounding clank. Light immediately blossoms and you feel a sense of relief. It is still not nearly as bright as you would like, but the fluorescent bulbs that hum above are a vast improvement from the eerie red of the emergency lighting.

Steve turns and begins walking again and it strikes you how fresh and alert he looks. He should, by all rights, be tired after working all day. But his steps are brisk and full of energy. The eyes that rove over you as you enter the security office you’re guided to are bright and sharp. You wished you had slept more. You wished you weren’t going to be left alone in this shuttered building once the career counselor departs for the evening after your orientation is complete. You wished for many things, that first night, and none of them are what you should have been asking, pleading, begging for.

“The switch I just showed you might need to be flipped during the course of your shift. The electricity is a bit fickle. The controls for the cameras are here. Don’t touch them,” Raglan warns, as if you’d even have the first clue of how to operate them. You admit as much and he snorts derisively. “Of course you don’t.”

“Why did you give me this position?” The query sounds bitter in your own ears.

“Because no one else wants it. Because it is the only job someone with your checkered past can accept.” He seems unreasonably pleased with this last statement, his eyes flicking to the black and white patterned linoleum that covers most of the restaurant’s flooring, save that carpeted area in front of the stage and the arcade, before returning to your face. Mocking you again. Amused by his own pun, made at your expense.

“What am I supposed to do?”

He clucks his tongue and sighs. “You watch these,” he taps the top of one of the monitors and the footage captured on the screen flickers, “and you don’t let anyone in.”

“Who would want to come in?”

“Vagrants. Thieves. Thrill seekers. Freddy’s is still popular, it just attracts a different type of clientele these days.”

“What do I do if someone tries to break in? Call the police?”

“No. You call me.” He withdraws a leather billfold from his pants pocket and extracts a business card, grabbing a pen from his shirt pocket to scrawl a number on the reverse side, then drops it onto the battered desk the stacked monitors rest on.

“You want me to call you in the middle of the night?”

“I’m a light sleeper.”

“Shouldn’t I be alerting the authorities?”

“No. I have my own intimate connections with the law enforcement in this town.”

You don’t understand what he’s implying, but you can hear something buried in those words. What did he have on the police, that they were so subservient and indebted to him? He was just a social worker, wasn’t he?

Seeing you expression, he seems to sense your puzzlement. “Don’t think too much about it. It’s not your concern. All you need to worry about is watching the monitors until dawn.”

“What about doing rounds? Shouldn’t I be checking—”

“—You do exactly as I tell you to and nothing else. Do I make myself clear?” His voice has lowered an octave. Maybe two. There is no longer any trace of jovial teasing or calm reassurance. You’ve worn right through his patience in mere minutes. You’re disappointing him again. Misbehaving. Making a bad impression.

You nod frantically, your head motions exaggerated, your trembling fingers clutching the office chair for support. You needed to make this work. You’d changed jobs and addresses so many times now. You wanted to settle. You were tired of wandering, trying to find a place to fit in. You don’t feel welcome here, but it seems like your last chance. You can’t squander it.

“Say it. Out loud. Confirm that you understand my instructions.”

“I watch the monitors until dawn. I call you if someone tries to break in.”

“Good girl.” The praise sends a sizzle through your abdomen, at odds with the shiver running down your spine. You hate this man. You want him. Your body and mind can’t reconcile these conflicting ideas, clashing somewhere in the middle. “Have a seat. You have a long shift ahead of you.”

You comply, pulling the chair out from under the desk and sinking down into it. It’s cloth, padded but worn looking. Not much more comfortable than the seat you’d occupied in his office that morning. You watch as he returns the pen to his shirt pocket and the wallet to his pants, pausing when his fingers brush something in its depths. He withdraws what you think at first might be a quarter, but it’s the wrong color. The normally platinum shade is instead brassy. A little larger than that standard currency, too. He flicks it into the air and catches it neatly on the top of his hand, sending it rolling down his knuckles and then back up again, a shining waterfall working in reverse. He flips it back into the air, aiming it towards you and you manage to catch it, clutching the round metal piece in your palm. Your fingers uncurl and you can see what it is now: a token for the arcade bearing the image of, well a bear (Raglan might appreciate that little bit of humor, but you’re not brave enough to test it out) that is the lead mascot and namesake of the establishment. You offer it back to him but he shakes his head.

“Keep it. Consider it a souvenir. I’ll lock the doors on my way out. Don’t forget to lock up after you leave in the morning.”

“I won’t forget to lock up in the morning,” you parrot back to him. The lack of praise this time is more disappointing than you care to admit. “How are you going to lock the doors behind you? I have the keys now.”

“Those are copies. I have the originals.” You don’t even have time to ponder why a social worker might be in possession of such items when his fingers close over the back of the chair, turning you to fully face him. He leans towards you, drawing closer but still not close enough. Your skin itches, your limbs ache. You’ve never been more afraid. You’ve never wanted anyone so badly in your entire pitiful existence. “I’ll leave your uniform here before your next shift.” You can’t imagine what possible difference it could make. Who would ever see it? The would-be criminals? “You didn’t sleep today, did you?” The hand not occupying the back of your seat lifts, one thumb dragging across your cheekbone in an oddly tender gesture, underlining the almost bruised looking crescent beneath your eye. His second touch, after the handshake in his office, and already you want more.

“I tried. I couldn’t.”

“You’ll adjust. Don’t fall asleep on the job.”

“How would anyone know?” You’re suddenly wondering if there aren’t more cameras you don’t know about. But that would be insane, right? Someone monitoring the guard monitoring the restaurant? Where did the chain end? An ouroboros, chasing its own tail.

“I’ll know,” he breathes. You nearly whimper when his hand leaves your face. You wish he would touch you in other places. “Have a good night.” He releases the chair and straightens, adjusting the tie that has partially bunched up against the tie bar securing it in place.

Then he leaves the room and you are alone, watching his departure on the screens, your eyes seemingly meeting across that distance when he looks in the exact direction the camera faces just before he exits. You wonder how he knows where to look, but you never remember to ask. You do not question why a career counselor is so intimately acquainted with a closed pizzeria. You just follow his instructions, watching the monitors with eyes that grow heavier and heavier, your earlier misgivings dissipating. Nothing happens that first night. Morning comes and you lock the doors behind you and return home, gratefully flopping into your bed.

It’s the second night that brings the first signs of trouble.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you #fnaf movie #divider @cafekitsune

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paperinsects · 1 year

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working on some belle designs :)

#tried to be purposeful with the color on this one #i might change it though because i dont like these lol #petscop #belle petscop #petscop belle #art #digital art

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yuurionviktor · 7 months

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Gideon to match Harrow 😗✌️

#the locked tomb #gideon nav #gideon the ninth #gideon the 9th #gideon the first #griddlehark #things ive made #you can REALLY tell where my sympathies lie if you look at them side by side I feel like lmao #also I tried to make the art style for Gideon softer on purpose but it ended up looking just inconsistent I feel like #the colors too #like I wanted to change the color scheme for a warmer one but ended up not matching with harrow too much so I had to change it back #and compromise #so it’s not similar enough but also not different enough #idk man idk

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zorionbbq · 9 months

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my piece for BETWEEN HEISTS: A Lupin III Fan Collection!! :^]]

#lupin iii #lupin iii between heists #fanart #zine #WE'RE FINALLY HERE.....#THE SECOND(!!!) FANBOOK I'VE BEEN PART OF.........#shoutout to my friend who snapped me out of trying to add a horrendous dropshadow to the snow swirls for some reason LSDKJGF 🙏🙏🙏#COLORING IS WILD #for this one i tried to have the swirly-ness of the figures interconnect!#and focus on depth since my fruit tart zine piece had a (purposely) flat style :^)#(also it's hard to tell but loopin is the one in highlighter yellow eating it 😁👍)

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selsieeeo · 1 year

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Love Like You but in Lilia’s POV (Steven Universe)

#twst silver #silver twst #twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #twst #love like you #does this make sense #I’m hoping this make sense #a old fae unable to understand how much his son loves him and how much he’s willingly to risk his life for his father #Lilia is silver’s whole world that’s his whole sense of purpose to protect his loved ones and go as far as dying to protect them #and and #yeah #platonic family love btw #god I’m gonna sob over them every time I think abt them #tried a new color style (?) for fun to #anyways yeah :’)#I Hope this makes somewhat sense #and yeah

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skyburger · 6 days

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venn diagram of these guys

#oh this is not the point but im realizing i accidentally picked pictures where theyre all facing one wat except dio. FUCK!!!#jjba #professor layton #dmc #mgs #<- im sorry for putting tags on btw its mostly for the filtering purposes #muffin mumbles #anyway im not saying theyre all the exact same because they're absolutely not. Ohhh they are NOT the same #but their similarities and differences are so fun to compare and contrast u know #like. do you get it. descole is like dio and dio is like liquid and liquid is liks vergil and vergil is like descole #but also they havs common threads between all of them i think #Off topic but it does bother me that they all have really light hair except for descole. however i couldnt change any of their hair colors #that would be fucked up and evil. can you imaging brunette vergil. blonde descole. Exactly #anyway sorry for getting pictures i actually like of the first three and then just cropping snavid out of the shit twins image #for the last one LOL #maybe i will make a venn diagram of these guys one day. we will see...#i mesn i Would do it. ive tried. but the hardest part to me is formatting the fucking circles bro #i use a site to generate it and it looks like shit. i do it by hand and it looks like shit. i edit it from a template... u get the idea #but like i need you to listen to me i am speaking directly into your ear. i need you to think about v & desmond sycamore. pls do this for me #ok thats it i think im outta stuff to say rn amen 🙏🙏🙏#edit literally 20 hours later: my stupid ass trying to put a 172x172 image next to the three other 500x500 ones and not realizing #its ok though i just fixed it #ifyou want the old version (?) its in the reblogs twice; i rbed it just now saying id fix it + someone else rbed it #which is why i clicked on it cause i saw it in my notifs #thank u to themrmoki you did me a solid <3

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fantasykiri5 · 3 months

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[WIP] hold on I’m cooking

#my art #my wips #wip #jizzie trolls au #grian #yes he does have his whole thighs out thank you for asking. It’s on purpose #it came to me in a vision and I had to doodle it out but I haven’t been able to do an actual piece with the design yet #but I’m pretty sure he’s coming soon #anyways his tail is VERY long I wanted him to have one of if not the longest tail. Don’t know why I just wanted it #and also yes the cape is made to look like his wings and will be tri-colored

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antirepurp · 7 months

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*hacker voice* he's in

#soda offers you a can #this is from a cutscene but i tried to pick a spoiler-free moment for demonstration purposes #the last thing i could do is try adjusting the jumpball/spinball colors bc they're very yellow atm #and i'd like them to be more orange #but whether it'll be noticeable at all is a different question #like im not going to comb through the CEMT files to find the one that corresponds to the spinball color lmao are you kidding me #edit: yup jumpball's staying yellow unless i get like magic motivation to fiddle with it #i might. don't count it out i do have my perfectionist moments

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creamecream · 1 year

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“There was this girl who was broken by the world, ‘cause every day at school they’d push and shove her,

But she had a plan,

One day she would get her revenge, and those cheerleaders and jocks would be six feet under,

But behind those angel eyes lies a devilish surprise,

The prom queen has killed for her crown,

Every boy and girl she seeks never comes back in one piece,

So be careful when she tries to ask you out,

She’s a motherfucking killer queen,

A psychopath at seventeen,

A beauty in a blood-stained dress,

She’ll fill your heart with kerosene and light you up ‘til you can’t breathe,

If you break her heart, you just might lose your head,”

#so...I finally remembered *and* decided to use the writing tool in sketchbook #either it's one or the other either I forget it's there and just play with it when I see it or I remember but don't use it #I was already drawing this just decided to put some lyrics on it this time #have both the one with and the one without since this is the first time I've actually tried it #the words are toppling on purpose I did want to make them dripping as well but...I made the last words white you see...#drew gretel mainly because her color scheme is just completely straight up black besides the white eyes and mouth #not even any different shades just one and I've been having some real trouble concentrating and focusing #because of these new medications I have so I just wanted simple coloring #hazbin hotel #fan character #gretel #blood #knives

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kurp-stuff · 1 year

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#it's so fucking tiring that NO picrew that i try no matter how diverse has a nose that looks like mine #(slightly crooked /roman nose idk what it's called in english without being derogatory)#and they rarely have eyebrows like mine that are thicker on the outside #but yeah the nose thing is UUUUGH #it's already enough that everytime i search for this kind of nose on the internet no matter which words i use to describe it; all I get is #before/after surgery pics 🙃🙃#now there's even ads for nose surgery on instagram...................which i signaled cause pettiness #anyway .the worse part is when there are like 15 choices for noses and they all are variations of pretty much the same 3 noses.#or when there is one hooked nose ...it's not very well drawn compared to the others #or it's not well placed on the face but they won't let you move it #i mean it's not that important. i dont think a lot of people manage to make picrew that LOOKS like them for real.#i was just getting angry on a pricrew i just tried that had like 15 noses and not one hooked except maybe one but it's so slight i cant #tell if it's on purpose or not #i also did one yesterday which was VERY diverse in terms of skin colors; disabilities; scars; etc it even had diff animal ears #horns #wings #BUT A HOOKED NOSE ????????? EWW NOOOO why would it need that #and yes it is 3/4 view one.#it had one nose that was probably what the author thinks as a hooked nose but honestly it's just a straight nose where they drew the bridge #i dont even look special #or anything #I exaggerate a bit #i actually manage sometimes to do somthg that looks like me ish. like that has my energy #but it would be nice to have more hooked noses you know :3333

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iinmysights · 11 months

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my arm hurty and my nose pressy but almost $2k later my tattoo is finished teehee :3

#Ravage.txt #dl #i’ve been wanting this specific one for a good 3-4 years now so it’s bizarre to me that it’s. done. it’s all finished. i have it now #cant wait for the saniderm to come off i hope the yellow looks good on my skin tone 🙏🙏 highkey bled a lot right below my collarbone (and #that’s just what i noticed when i wasn’t reading fanfic) so it was really hard to see how the bit of color looked with the ever-present #ketchup and mustard (ink smear) combo. fingers fucking crossed it looks good bc that was three hours and i approved the bottle lmao #in my defense it looked good!!! great even!!! god i hope i don’t need to get it touched up/redone in the end ugh even more money #oh em gee this tag is so fitting when i typed ‘anyway’#anyway bye i’m missing my favorite scene (blackout absolutely wrecking a base’s shit)#<- like yes i AM missing my favorite scene. granted it’s on purpose bc i’m going to bed i’m too tired to finish the movie but STILL #blowing a kiss to my action figure of blackout on my desk love u king one day i’ll get a copy so u can be in both modes at once #i haven’t even tried to transform him or megs bc i threw out the instructions for one on accident and lost the other </3 + they were expensy #af. and i like them in robot mode they’re so cool i’m so glad dad got me into collecting. i need r.otf a.rcee and 2007 b.arricade now frfr #i found them already but it’s like 30 or 40 bucks plus whatever shipping is and i both spent $500 on my tat today AND i’m saving for art #comms so like :/ blegh. BUT two weeks from now i may get a brief housesitting gig which will hopefully pay pretty well considering the labor #so who knows maybe i’ll get them! i love 2007 b.arricade honestly it’d be great to have him. and a.rcee is easily one of my favs as my #collection demonstrates (ULTIMATE fav is r.ipclaw). anyway night night my allergy med is working slightly so i’ll be able to actually sleep

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thatdogmagic · 1 year

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...that your audience won't hate.

This is a method I started using when NFTs were on the rise - thieves would have to put actual work into getting rid of the mark - and one that I am now grateful for with the arrival of AI. Why? Because anyone who tries to train an AI on my work will end up with random, disruptive color blobs.

I can't say for sure it'll stop theft entirely, but it WILL make your images annoying for databases to incorporate, and add an extra layer of inconvenience for thieves. So as far as I'm concerned, that's a win/win.

I'll be showing the steps in CSP, but it should all be pretty easy to replicate in Photoshop.

Now: let's use the above image as our new signature file. I set mine to be 2500 x 1000 pixels when I'm just starting out.

Note that your text should not have a lot of anti-aliasing, so using a paint brush to start isn't going to work well with this method. Just use the standard G-Pen if you're doing this by hand, or, just use the text tool and whichever font you prefer.

Once that's done, take your magic wand tool, and select all the black. Here are the magic wand settings I'm using to make the selections:

All selected?

Good.

Now, find a brush with a scattering/tone scraping effect. I use one like this.

You can theoretically use any colors you want for this next part, but I'd recommend pastels as they tend to blend better.

Either way, let's add some color to the text.

Once that's finished,

You're going to want to go to Layer Property, and Border Effect

You'll be given an option of choosing color and thickness. Choose black, and go for at least a 5 in thickness. Adjust per your own preferences.

Now create a layer beneath your sig layer, and merge the sig down onto the blank layer.

This effectively 'locks in' the border effect, which is exactly what we want.

Hooray, you've finished your watermark!

Now let's place that bad boy into your finished piece.

You'll get the best mileage out of a mark if you can place it over a spot that isn't black of white, since you'll get better blending options that way. My preference is for Overlay.

From here, I'll adjust the opacity to around 20-25, depending on the image.

If you don't have a spot to use overlay, however, there's a couple other options. For white, there's Linear Burn, which imho doesn't look as good, but it still works in a pinch.

And for lots of black, you have Linear Light

Either way, you're in business!

EDIT since this has escaped my usual circles, and folks aren't as familiar with my personal usage:

An example of one of my own finished pieces, with watermark, so you can see what I mean about 'relatively unobtrusive'-- I try to at least use them as framing devices, or let them work with the image somehow (or, at the very least, not actively against it).

I know it's a bummer for some people to "ruin" their work with watermarks, which is part of the reason I developed this mark in particular. Its disruption is about as minimal as I can make it while still letting it serve its intended purpose.

There's other methods, too, of course! But this is the one I use, and the one I can speak on. Hope it helps some of you!

#watermarks #artist tutorial #watermark #AI #art theft

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