So I got an ask the other night about a character choosing not to kill people, but knocks them out with blows to the head instead. And it’s not an unreasonable thing for writers to think is legitimate. In fact, in fiction, there are dozens of ways to produce unconsciousness! A sharp hit to the head; a sedative drug injected right into the neck, bro!, or even Darkly Dreaming Dexter with his special horse paralytic.
Hell, on Person of Interest the main characters routinely produce unconscious enemy combatants by shooting them in the @$#RY)G!@#% knees.
Here’s the thing: Every single one of those is complete bullshit.
Poppycock. Nincompoopery. Asscrap. And you’d realize that it’s a crock of crap if you thought about it this way for even half a minute:
the first one is just brushwork, wet blending, a little dry brushing to fuzz edges. the second one is kitty litter masking, which is why I included the process pictures. sprinkle kitty litter to mask off the very lightest parts of the clouds, lightly spray a thin color, wait for it to dry, then mask the next lightest parts and repeat until your whole cloud is masked and you can spray the sky color. (or brush in the sky, doesn’t much matter if it isn’t a translucent drop.) making a gradient test flat was helpful, because it told me how many spray passes it would take to reach a certain darkness.
kitty litter makes a really nice gradient and works well on translucencies - spray is your friend when you need light to filter through the fabric. it’s just hard to match a rendering because you can’t tell what your painting looks like under all that litter. you just have to trust it. usually, matching a rendering exactly is not necessary when it comes to clouds - it’s more important for the clouds to look organic and fluffy.
Request from @purplekitten30: I’d like to request a Bucky x sister fic if it’s not too much trouble. Him and the team raid a hydra base and they find a teenage girl in a cryo tank in a hidden basement room. Bucky remembers her and gets emotional cause they were so close growing up. Once she wakes up they share a moment and he shows her around and he’s so happy to have his baby sister back.
Note: Hope you enjoy this! <3
Bucky Barnes x Sister!Reader
Warnings: Violence and swearing.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3
Yet another HYDRA base had been located and the team had been called upon to incapacitate it and gain all knowledge from the systems that lay inside of it. The mood in the meeting room was a sombre one; although they all wanted to eradicate HYDRA from existence but it was proving rather difficult to do so. Each one of them had been affected by the organisation; more so Bucky and Steve and they didn’t want anyone else to suffer.
“The goddamn bastards just keep spawning! Where are they coming from?!”
Bucky’s temper was the first to flare up as he slammed a metal fist down onto the table. A dark look enveloped his eyes as he did.
“There are reports that all those people who have gone missing over the past couple of years have had their minds infiltrated – filled with the HYDRA vision. They essentially have their pick of any innocent civilian wandering the streets.” Agent Hill’s voice mirrored the feelings of the team sat around her but despite the anger she also felt she kept it reeled in so that she was able to relay the information she needed to. “This base is known to be running underneath the guise of a homeless shelter. People have been seen entering the building but never leaving.”
As the door closed behind them, the click of the lock resounded through the room with a sort of grim finality as the bawdy jokes faded behind the thick wood. Jamie began to tug at the ties that secured the wrists of his dress shirt.
Here is my spread this week, a very crucial week for my work! So far I have been trying my best and making sure to eat and breathe. Although I have been stressing hard over rendering some film work :( I need a stronger computer it seems! I feel like for a while now I am just waiting until things are over? Constantly climbing.
i am a fan of the "chocobros rescuing s/o" scenario and lots of angst. ;) could you please write short scenarios for the bros saving their severely injured gf during a battle and maybe the aftercare they'd give? thank you!
Hello Anon! Thank
you for sending such an angsty request! This was originally supposed to be
posted last night (according to Aussie Eastern Standard time) and it is now
Saturday night xD I got a little carried away with the angst part! I didn’t
quite go too much into detail in regards to aftercare, but I tried to add in
fluff and cuddles so that ya’ll don’t hurt too badly! I think Ignis’ is the
only one that explicitly mentions aftercare LOL! Hope I did your request
justice though, lovely!
you tell? Ignis is my fave… LOL- I feel slightly guilty about how long his
scenario turned out, but I also don’t want to cut anything out xD**
Noctis: It’s strange how life works. One
minute, you’re implicated in a routine battle with a nest of hundlegs, and then
the next your whole world turns is knocked off kilter. A heavy weight is
pressed up against your back and a low growl hits the ear that’s not currently
pressed into the long, green grass beneath your pinned body. You try to squirm
away from the creature- you’re pretty sure it’s a full-grown coeurl- but your
upper back is burning where the coeurl’s claws have punctured long, deep gashes
into your skin.
You let out a
weak cry for help, and try to reach out towards Noctis- but he’s too far away
and too focused on warp-striking the creepy crawlies around him. He has no idea
you’re in trouble. You begin to lose focus as the heavy weight on your back,
and your quick blood loss, render it hard for you to breathe. The last thing
you remember hearing before your whole world turned blank was Prompto’s
panicked scream, followed by the tell-tale blue light that usually followed
When you come
to, you find that your right hand is encased in a strong, sweaty grip. Whoever
was holding your hand, they’d been holding on for quite some time. You try to
flex your fingers in the person’s grasp, and whoever had been holding your hand
immediately lets go. You slowly open your eyes and turn your head to your
right, your tired eyes meeting with your boyfriend’s midnight blue orbs. The
skin around his eyes are tinged pink, like he’d been rubbing tears from his
You attempt to
sit up, only to let out a pained cry when the movement stretches the wounds on
your back. Noctis’ face falls and you swear you hear him whimper. His shoulders
are hunched and his eyes are now averted from your pained stare. You frown at
“Hey, don’t be
like that. I was careless…” you begin, only to have Noctis shake his head
almost violently. You stop speaking and regard him, a concerned expression
fixed onto your face. After a few moments of stillness, Noctis turns his face
back to you and stares deeply into your eyes- resolve evident on his handsome,
yet youthful features.
“I promised I
would take care of you, and you almost bled to death. If Prompto hadn’t
noticed, you could have died… I failed.”
You shake your
head. “No, Noct…”
“Don’t try to
make it better- I screwed up.” Noctis states firmly before hesitantly leaning
forward and planting a soft peck on your cheek. Bewildered, you keep your eyes
wide open and watch Noctis’ movements carefully. He reaches for your hand again
and squeezes it firmly in his grasp. His palms are still sweaty- he must have
been really shaken by your attack and resultant injuries. “I’ll do better… so
that there won’t be a next time.”
All you can do
is nod, because you don’t know what to say to make it better. You know it’s not
his fault- that it’s not his responsibility to look after you. As a matter of
fact, you were part of his Crownsguard- his tactical intelligence advisor. You
were supposed to be protecting and guiding him…
It was your
turn to look away, as the consequences of your incompetence in battle- and your
rather unsavoury relationship with your prince- hit you hard. It was you who
failed today- not Noctis.
Prompto: You’re not sure what’s going on. There’s
a flurry of movement above you, next to you… all around you! You’re getting
dizzy and you feel some wet stuff pouring out of your shoulder from what you
think is a small bullet hole. You try your best to keep your eyes open, but you’re
losing blood quick and no one can hear your small voice calling out for help. A
few minutes later, after fighting the urge to shut your eyes for what seemed
like the longest time, you succumbed to the heavy downward tugs of your
The next time
you pry your eyes open, you’re surprised you’re actually alive. You had lost a
LOT of blood and everyone was too confused to have come to your aid on time.
Your eyes shoot straight to your injured shoulder, and you can’t help but roll
your eyes at the thick gauze dressing surrounding the bullet wound. Disbelief
slowly turned into annoyance, and then annoyance very quickly turned into red
hot anger. Your boyfriend, Prompto Argentum, sharpshooter extraordinaire… had
shot you. He freaking shot you! You almost died! You swing your legs over the
side of your cot, fighting the dizzy spell that tried to pull you back down
onto your sick bed, only to be met with the concerned face of your boyfriend.
“No, y/n, you
need to lie down.” Prompto’s voice sounded kind of strange- like he’d been
screaming or crying for a prolonged period of time. His voice was raspy and
pitchy, and nothing like the cheery tone you were used to. You tried to cross
your arms in front of you, but the position pulled at your wound uncomfortably,
so you settled for placing your uninjured hand on Prompto’s chest to shove him
out of the way. You were still mad that he’d shot you.
that concern when you pierced a bullet through my shoulder?” You grit out, your
notoriously fiery temper showing itself. Prompto’s bottom lip immediately trembled
as he shook his head, denying your words.
how it happened. I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry- I know I messed up. I almost
killed you… I don’t even know what… I can’t even…” Prompto hiccupped between
words, each of his heaving breaths causing your heart to clamp painfully in
your chest. You did this. You hurt your sunshine.
“It was an
accident and I’m sorry for getting mad at you for something that wasn’t even
your fault. I’m such an ass hole- look at you taking such good care of me, my
baby chocobo,” you cooed, fighting hard against your own guilty tears as you
leaned against the warm body of your boyfriend.
letting go of the supplies he brought for you, he brought his warm and gentle
arms around you, sobbing his guilt out quietly onto your shoulder. You rubbed
the nape of Prompto’s neck and pressed a kiss to his shoulder in turn.
“I’m so glad
you’re here. I’m so glad I can call you mine. I’m so sorry. It’s not your
fault, I promise.” Despite your desperate words of reassurance, Prompto’s sobs
hadn’t subsided for another few minutes. You shut your eyes tight and tried to
control your own breathing- you could be terribly cruel at the worst of times…
Gladiolus: You’re fighting side-by-side with
Gladio, stabbing at the Ronin whenever you found an opening with your lance.
Gladio’s hacking and slashing at the tall daemon, a satisfied smirk on his face
as he notices that the daemon doesn’t have too much life left in it. Noctis,
Prompto and Ignis are all pre-occupied with a Lich that has just joined the
fray in an ambush. They’re a good ways away from you and Gladio, so you focus
all your attention on the Ronin’s seemingly sluggish movements, and your
boyfriends beautiful yet rough battle form.
while you’re checking to see if Gladio needs a potion or remedy, you feel an
unbearable burning sensation rip right through your abdomen. You gasp in
immense pain as you’re lifted off your feet, impaled by the Ronin’s long
katana. Just before it is able to throw you off its blade in a cruel display of
battle prowess, Gladio slices clean through the daemon’s middle with an enraged
You feel the
blade inside you dissipate, and a chill races up your spine at the unnaturally
cool sensation that emanates from the stab site. You hardly feel yourself fall
with a thud onto the cold dirt below. You barely register your boyfriend’s
shaky voice speaking in low, gravelly tones right into your ear. You don’t know
what he’s saying- all you know is pain.
You shut your
eyes, and the pain takes over completely.
awake, you’re wrapped up comfortably in blankets. You don’t dare try to sit up,
because you remember what happened with the Ronin and you can feel the sharp
throbs of pain shooting fire throughout your body from where you’d been stabbed.
voice suddenly calls out from beside you. You turn your head, finally noticing
his presence, and you can’t help but break into an amused smile at the look of
sheer relief on his rugged face.
“You look like
you’ve been to hell and back, sweetie…”
Gladio runs a
hand through his hair and nods in agreement. “It sure felt that way. I almost
lost you back there.” Gladio’s usually strong voice grows shaky with every word
he utters. Your heart breaks a little at the sight and sounds of his apparent
worry for you. “Iggy was almost sure you’d be dead before we got to
civilisation.” Your eyes widen at Gladio’s words and he barks out a weak laugh.
“Yeah, you were THAT bad, babe.”
silent for a few moments before you register Gladio’s uneven breathing. You
place your hand on his knee, and look up at his face, only to see silent tears
streaming down his scarred cheeks.
still here. You saved me, I’m safe now.” You say, trying to calm your boyfriend
down. Your heart is breaking, and the pain you experience from seeing your
boyfriend in such a state dampens the physical pain that had been plaguing you
since you woke.
leans in and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his hand barely
resting atop your bandaged abdomen as he silently cries out of relief, shock,
pain and guilt. You let a few of your own tears slip from your watery eyes- you’ve
never seen Gladio cry, and you are touched by how much he actually cherishes
“And I’ll make
sure you’re always safe. This will never happen again.”
You press a
soft kiss to Gladio’s temple and sigh, reaching up to bury your fingers into
“Thank you, my
Ignis: You’re an academic- not a fighter.
Ignis knows this very well, and continuously insists that you stay back at camp
while he and the rest of the chocobros take down a nearby hunt. But you won’t
have any of it, and forcibly come along- armed only with a notebook, a pen and
a magic flask containing a simple healcast spell. Noctis had handed it to you
quietly, a small apologetic smile on his face, after Ignis had thrown his hands
up in the air in clear frustration and walked away to get ready to take down
You and Ignis
don’t usually argue, but this situation is slightly different. Your life is
potentially on the line, and Ignis absolutely loathes not being in control of
any given situation that he may have the power to control. Daemons are
unpredictable, and while he didn’t have to worry about his other travel companions
not being able to hold their own in the midst of a raging battle, you are
inexperienced and quite quick to lose your cool. You are his exact opposite in
most aspects, and he fell in love with all your quirks. But your stubbornness…
that is always a challenge.
When you and
the boys finally arrive at the hunt site, Noctis warps straight into battle,
followed by Prompto’s quick volley of bullets at long-range. Gladio leaps into
the fray with a loud war cry and quite literally smashes one of the baby
garulas out with a single swipe of his blade. Your eyes land on Ignis and his
previous frustration at you is obviously being channelled into his powerful
jump-strikes- his lance stabbing viciously into the screaming Garulessa he is
targeting. You observe the battle, the magic flask tight in your grasp, with
awe. The boys fought with artistic precision, twisting and turning amongst each
other and working collaboratively to take the pack of Garulas and Garulessas
enthralled with the beauty of the fight, you don’t notice the enraged Garulessa
charging at you from your left. By the time you realise you’re about to be
trampled to death, your body freezes and then… excruciating pain fills your
senses. You feel your ribs crack under the immense weight of the Garulessa’s
hefty hoof as it runs over you and towards the boys in a rage. You’re on the
ground, unable to even breathe without your agonistic pain increasing two-fold.
You crush the flask in your grasp, desperate for relief. Electricity surrounds
the atmosphere around you and you slowly find that it’s a little easier to
Iggy! She’s down!” You hear Gladio’s voice cry out in a panic. You loll you
head to the side, still on the ground, and you notice Prompto, Gladio and
Noctis fighting their hardest against the last Garulessa in the fray- the one
that had trampled you over. You shut your eyes, just as the familiar accented
lilt of your boyfriend’s voice enters your ears.
“No… this is
not happening. This is not what is happening right now…” This is the last thing
you hear Ignis say as he gathers your head into his lap. The slight jostling
shoots pain into every region of your body and you succumb to the darkness.
You don’t know
it, but Ignis has not left your side since you fell unconscious. He does not
let anyone near you after the doctor has dressed and bandaged the most severe
of the injuries you sustained. Due to the shock and trauma your body
experiences from the Garulessa ambush, you do not awaken for three days.
When you do
eventually open your eyes up, Ignis is by your side, glasses off and looking
strangely unkempt. He heaves a sigh of relief when you slowly turn your face
towards him, and leans forward to brush his lips across your brow. He leans
back, and his moss green eyes are filled with affection.
are- I’ve been worried. You caused quite the stir, young lady.” You groan
weakly and shut your eyes momentarily before re-opening them. Your mind is
filled with flashbacks from the argument you and Ignis had before the whole ‘trampling’
incident. Your eyes fill up with tears, and Ignis immediately knows what’s on
He presses a
long finger to your lips and shakes his head, his brows furrowed in compassion
as he carefully gathers you into his arms. He rocks you gently as you sob, the
entirety of the situation crashing down on you.
sweetheart. We all make mistakes- I’m just glad you’re okay. I don’t know what
I would do if I’d lost you.”
Iggy,” you whisper through your sobs. The small movements hurt your ribs, and
Ignis notices you tense. As if by magic, he brings out a Hi-Elixir and holds
the medicine to your lips with a small, sad smile.
you. Here, drink.” You smile back, and let Ignis take care of you.