Why do you draw such specific proportions for your characters? The women are thin and usually have very long limbs and the men are really large and broad in comparison. Is it a stylistic choice? Have you always drawn them this way or has it developed with your art over time?
I have two answers to this question🤔The first is that I personally just find these proportions aesthetically pleasing, and I’m quite slender myself with long limbs (finding jackets that actually cover my arms is my personal hell btw), and since I often use myself as a reference, I sometimes unconsciously draw my girls with a build similar to mine. I also like big fictional men, especially broad-shouldered ones, because their proportions tickle something in my brain If a man has broad shoulders, moderately muscular arms and chest, and large hands with long fingers, my brain goes into short circuit mode because those are the most attractive features for me
The second answer relates to my own made-up logical explanation that I have major issues with a sense of basic security, which is why I like how a big, strong guy almost envelops a smaller female figure, because in my subconscious,big and strong=able to protect if necessary
Of course, I don’t always draw people with this particular body type, and if a client asks for something different, I’m happy to draw it, but when I’m drawing for myself, I tend to stick to more or less the same pattern-
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🍎Luck Test: Do 3–5 single pulls. If no 4★ card drops or your gut simply says "no" — stop, change the time, and try later.
🍎Pull Limit: Set a boundary beforehand. For example, if you usually get lucky on pull 40, but got nothing after 20 — hard stop.
🍎Your Year and time: Calculated by the solar calendar (after Lichun). Born in Jan 2004? Look at the 2003 forecast. Always use Beijing time!
🍎The "Gold" Rule: Got a rare item? Don't be greedy. Stop and wait for the next lucky window.
hate hate hate how sites are increasingly trying to make right click saving images impossible. facebook, instagram, reddit (app), pinterest*, etc... all make you jump through hoops just to save an image. can you guys not please. how ddo i make them stop. can we get one of those EU regulations or whatever that makes them all comply, or are we going to have to wait for global socialism for that. ugh
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I do not care if it’s sfw. You STILL need to tag it regarding what’s in it. Tropes, fluff, they held hands, whatever.
You need to include content warning and tags before every fic you post. Even if it’s the most boring vanilla fluffy piece, DO IT. Some people have gotten too comfortable not tagging their fics, and then don’t know what to do when they get in trouble for it.
And obviously if you ARE writing nsfw or any sort of dark topic, need I state the obvious?
Don’t give these fandom police a reason to complain about us. Your best defense is TAGS and WARNINGS before the fic. Why? Because then it’s THEIR problem if they chose to ignore the tags and read it anyways while knowing there are things they won’t like. The blame is off you and they can’t use it as a reason to bash fetish/kink, dark and dead dove writers.
I’m saying this for your own good. This is to protect yourselves. Do your due diligence.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ a/n wow i love L and Light from death note! *checks tumblr for dom! reader fics* oh okay so the people are starving
⋆.𐙚 ̊ warnings Dom!Reader, Sub!L, Sub!Light, mentions of kinks, rough sex, no mention of gender other than one Femdom reference, NSFW
summary ⋆.𐙚 ̊ Various headcanons for a dom!reader and L Lawliet and Light Yagami
L 𝜗ৎ
VIRGIN! L has never once gotten laid and he’s probably pent up as hell about it.
The most soft sensual touches from you would have his hands clenching his knees so tightly it hurts.
If you run your hand across his back while walking past, he’s overheating and analyzing your behavior to the max. “Because of the sexual quality of the touch, I deduce that there is a 64% chance that they want to sleep with me. Although… I cannot be sure without further investigation..”
Something about him just screams into femdom, and I cant put my finger on it.
But by all means, call him a pervert while pushing him down on the bed, and yank his jet black hair back as you sink your teeth into his neck.
He’s incredibly touch starved so the more handsy you are during sex, the better.
Let your hands roam his chest, before grabbing him gently by chin and cooing “Such a sweet, smart boy,”
Probably praise kink, but he’s lowkey a pervert so honestly lots of other freaky things too. He’s genuinely just kinda depraved and starved of sexual attention.
sooooo many whimpers. Otherwise not that vocal but his breathing gets very rapid, and the closer he gets the more breathy whines you hear.
LIGHT 𝜗ৎ
So unlike L, he’s probably not a virgin. I’m not saying he’s a total boywhore or anything, but he’s an attractive and charismatic young man that woman seem to like.
Now, has he ever been put in his place like he so desperately needs? No. Unfortunately he’s probably been the dominant one in most relationships.
Cowards assume he’s a dom because of this but I know the truth:
BRAT BRAT BRAT BRAT!!!!!!!!!! are you kidding? He LOVES a challenge almost as much as he loves control.
Pin him to the bed, and don’t be afraid to put your hands around his throat when he talks back because he will.
Is he into it? No… he’s never thought of anything so disgusting. But the adrenaline, and the pure ecstasy of an opponent he’s actually struggling to win against… Fuck, he’s rock hard.
Even if a part of him hates himself for it, that doesn’t stop him from letting it happen, very contently too. It’s not his fault your good at what you do.
Break. Him. He’s going to be a brat until you fuck him senseless, humbling him in a way his “golden boy” youth has never allowed.
He’s probably very loud. Have you heard him talk? there’s so much whine to his voice, imagine his pathetic cries of pleasure, as he desperately grips the sheets to anchor him.
Hi! Hope this finds you well. Saw the request and wanted to ask for a Yandere Sylus with player reader. Like Sylus knows Mc is a player and he is a game character. When mc was gone for too long, Sylus gets impatient.
If you can do it, of course. If no, ignore this. Wish you writing ideas and inspiration
Hi! Hope you're well too, anon! Sorry for the long wait on this one, got really stuck with it and wanted to make sure I did it justice-- it was such a cool idea!
(Also I know L&D has the microphone feature but I wanted to have fun with the limited communication of the player here, so no it doesn't, actually!! 🥰)
Fourth Wall
Sylus x Player!Reader 🩸
Summary: L&D is getting more and more real with each update. This is a new update... right?
Genre: idk really?? real world player x character
Warnings/Additional tags: yandere themes, player!reader, gender neutral, fourth-wall breaking, non-canon, swearing, mild threat, possessiveness, manipulation, Sylus is a little OOC here (we all know he's a sweetheart really!!)
| Word count: 1.5k | Masterlist |
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
Your phone lights up with a notification.
Sylus: Are you in a good mood, sweetie? The weather’s nice, so let’s go out.
It makes you smile, even though you’ve seen it before. You haven’t played Love and Deepspace for two weeks or so, and you’re already thinking about how many dailies you’ve missed— more specifically, how many diamonds you’ll be short of going into the next event. You had a couple thousand saved, you think? It’s probably fine.
The truth is, you don’t really have time for it these days. Escaping reality with fiction is fun, but it’s just that: make believe. Reality’s still waiting for you on the other side, and recently? All that escaping has finally caught up to you. You have a real life. Responsibilities. Yay!
But you are in a good mood, and the weather is nice, so you’ll log in for old time’s sake. Your finger hovers over the app, but something makes you hesitate. You’ve got some emails you should probably get back to, first. Oh— and weren’t you supposed to call your friend, too?
Another notification:
Sylus: Take your time, kitten.
A new one? It’s just text on a screen, but you’re reading it— Sylus’s voice in your head—and you just know it’s dripping sarcasm. Before you have any time to dwell on it, your phone lights up with more notifications.
Sylus: I’m going to count to three.
Cute. He’s not actually going to—
Sylus: One…
Oh.
Sylus: Two…
Really?
Sylus: Three.
Ok.
You tap on the app, weirdly motivated by the time pressure given that it’s coming from a man who doesn’t actually exist. He smirks at you knowingly from the kindled moment you’d set as the loading screen, his crimson eyes playful. You’re not particularly patient either, so your fingers drum along the surface of your desk as you wait, your gaze caught between his and the slowly moving loading bar.
Come on… come on… It finally loads, and you enter the game with another apathetic tap. Sylus stands, waiting— a dark figure framed by the otherwise light and dreamy aesthetics of the Destiny Café. You smile to yourself; it’s just gone lunch, and you half expected to find him sprawled in the usual armchair, fast asleep.
He crosses his arms. “The countdown worked, huh? What are you— five?”
You scoff and give his head a flick. He chuckles, running a hand through his hair as though you’d struck him hard enough to ruffle it. It’s kind of cool that you get some unique dialogue when you’ve not logged in for a while, although… have you missed an update or something? The animation feels smoother. More lifelike, now you think about it.
Sylus stares back at you, his lips playing into a subtle smile. His arms are crossed again and he tilts his head like he’s enjoying your scrutiny. “Something wrong, sweetie?” he asks.
Not really. You zoom in with a practiced sweep of your fingers so you can get a better look at him. His eyes flit downwards, over you— equally shameless— and then he’s meeting your gaze as he steps forward, closing the distance. He can’t see you, but you still can’t bring yourself to look away from him, and you’re not really thinking about the animation anymore.
He lifts a finger to poke at the screen, as if he’s caught you daydreaming and wants you back. You poke him, too: a softer, more affectionate boop on the nose. You can’t help laughing to yourself as his face screws up beneath the touch. This game is getting a little too real.
With a sigh, you zoom out so you can set about collecting your daily log-in rewards. Sylus seems fine— standing idly by as your attention drifts about elsewhere. He knows the drill. He can wait. Speaking of waiting… it’s also been a while since you’ve seen the other guys, and you’re struck by a pang of nostalgic fondness. You might as well say hi while you’re here.
You hit the button to change who you want to meet in the café.
It doesn’t do anything.
Weird. You hit it again. Then again— no change.
Sylus is holding his chin as he regards where your finger aimlessly meets the screen. It’s like he’s looking at… the button? “Oh dear,” he sympathises, “that feature appears to have stopped working.”
You don’t really hear him, honestly. You’ve never had a bug like this, and you’re determined to overcome it with sheer, stubborn persistence. Is it your phone? You test the theory by jabbing Sylus’s chest, and he glances down, apparently feeling it. You try the button again. Then six more times.
Sylus wanders closer to you. “You’re hurting my feelings, sweetie. Am I not enough for you?”
Ok but why isn’t this working? You’re still trying the button; your hope has turned to frenzied disbelief.
“Stop.”
A single syllable, concise as a punch and just as effective. You do stop.
Sylus’s voice is lower. Darker. “Good,” he praises, but he doesn’t sound happy. “Someone’s gotten bolder in their absence, it would seem. I do hope you haven’t forgotten to whom you belong, kitten. Although—” his smile is different than before— “I’d be more than happy to provide a… reminder.”
It’s an innocuous word but not the way he says it. Threats are just intimate promises and he toys with the fact like a crow enamoured by something that catches the light. He’s not going to grow tired of it for a long, long time.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, sensing you gawping. “Did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out? What all… this is?” He indicates the space around him with a wave of his hand. “Quite frankly, I’m surprised the others still haven’t grasped it.” He reconsiders. Smirks. “I misspoke— I’m not surprised.”
Does he mean the game? The other LIs?
“Honestly, kitten,” he continues with a tut and a shake of his head, “you’ve been far from a gracious host. I’m not a plaything, you know. Well…” He’s showing teeth with a sneer. “Not the sort you can throw away, anyhow.”
God, are you really being scolded by a video game character for having other responsibilities? The worst part is that you actually feel bad. You do care about him. You wish you could tell him you care about him.
“Are you even listening?” he sighs.
Shit. Yeah. You can’t say anything he would hear— as far as you know— so you give his hand a poke. He casts his gaze downwards, stretches his fingers with a contemplative flex, then raises his hand so it can be nursed by the other. Is he protecting it from you? Or is he protecting you from it?
“If we’re to keep playing this game of ours, I think it only fair we lay down some rules,” he states. “Firstly—” because it isn’t up for debate— “you will come here every day, just like you used to. I have nothing to do, you see, and if you leave me to my own devices I might just have to find a way into that captivating little world of yours. So I can… investigate what’s keeping you from me.”
Investigate. Another innocuous word he wields like a weapon.
“Secondly,” he continues, nodding towards the broken button on your user interface, “you had better stop seeing the others. Ignorance is bliss, after all, and we wouldn’t want to worry about them connecting any dots, now would we? Besides…” He approaches you again, leaning in close. “I don’t share what’s mine.”
Your breath is caught in your throat and you’re so glad you don’t need to speak. You don’t think you could; if you tried to get words out they’d be unintelligible.
“So,” Sylus drawls, filling your silence, “how about it? Still want to play?”
This time it is a question, but only because he knows your answer. You’re struck by a flash of inspiration, and you communicate in one of the few ways you can— navigating the in-game menus until you can get your message across.
There’s a ping. Sylus retrieves his phone from his pocket, and after a moment of scrolling, he smiles. You can’t see his screen, but you know what he’s looking at: a grumpy crow with an animated bead of sweat and a dispassionate gaze to go with it. That it? it asks.
He still looks far too smug, so you beckon him over with a relax time interaction, watching your character’s hand outstretch on your behalf. He steps forward, linking his fingers with yours, and this animation you know. You tug him closer, except… he doesn’t budge.
His eyes are fixed to where your hands are linked, and he runs a thumb over your skin as though he’s savouring the touch.
Did they change the animation?
“Oh, sweetie,” he sympathises with a click of his tongue. He looks up at you— holds your gaze as he presses a deliberately slow kiss to your wrist. “This is going to be fun.”
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SELF-AWARE!ZAYNE who sees the exhaustion in your eyes and leads only slightly off script to tailor it specifically just for you. it’s a gentle scold of sleeping earlier, taking a break when needed, mixed with the nickname you smile at most.
when you’re needing a pick me up and head to the claw machines, he offers to go first and uses his evol often in hopes that you’ll feel better increasing your affinity with him.
he’s waits just a second longer in a nicer position so you can take that impromptu picture during kindled scenes or on your home screen. he knows how much you love using the capture feature, so he anticipates letting you capture his best side (though judging from the extensive camera roll filled with his face, he reckons you’re happiest with his eyes half-shut if those journal pages are anything to go off of).
he can’t help but sigh each time you open the shop menu, the distant sound of cha-ching makes a sweat break out underneath his collar. the thought of you spending on him stresses him to no degree - he only hopes that out there you’re treating yourself just as well as you treat him.
and when you load up the nightly rendezvous kindled for the millionth time… well, he can’t help but bury his face in his book or laptop and pretend as though he’s not affected.
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