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anonymous asked:

i love love love love love your icons!? have you made (or will you make) an icon tutorial? mine never turn out as good as urs

thank you so so so so so so much!!!!!!! it’s been asked so many times that i’m just gonna do it right now lol. i admit i checked other icon tutorials to have an idea of how to start this. do i really need to type what you’ll need? anyway. english isn’t my first language btw so if you don’t understand something feel free to come ask me. even if it’s a stupid question, those are the easiest for me k? wink

you’ll need:

  • photoshop (i use the photoshop cc version)
  • a screencap lmao (i take them from here)
  • a psd (you can check the psds i’ve made or… not)
  • patience tho

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Piggy Ogre, Punk Troll & Sexy Ettercap.

Hello folks, here’s some new d&d classical monsters a bit revisited and part of my daily training.

I’ll plan to make other characters (fantasy or more sci-fi stuff that would be for another post) I need more practice.

And I heard you guys would like to comission me some d&d (or whatever RPG) characters avatar ?

was it “kezzic” ? yes I think so.

So Yeah why not i’ll totally be pleased to draw your avatar or something but then I’ll need some time to prepare, so if you are interested just send me an email, and I’ll be pleased to answer you. Of course that won’t be free, but I’ll make sure that if you pay for something you would be pleased, especially if you like my drawing style :).

So thank you Kezzic for the idea. I’m open to suggestion.

And I’ll add that if you want to see more classic illustrations (like I did on the older posts) or more character design or comic work, just send me messages.

Feel free to express

Oh anyway, see you around, take care.

I hope this new practice shot will please your eyes.

Lawful Tease pt.8

Tags: @katelynnthekindle, @megant22, @houseofrahl, @sexywolfsfordays, @sterek-basically, @kittycatgirlmaddie, @misshinehou, @random-fandom-fangirl2112, @champagneblues​, @lunaskyhunter

Word count: 3366

Author’s note: Hello there beautiful Cinnamon Rolls! I can happily announce that the next part of Lawful Tease is here (literally, right here), however, I have to make a confession… This part didn’t turn out exactly the way I planned, but it practically took off and I couldn’t prevent it. Derek begged for this to happen. For further details, just… see the Warnings section.

Warnings: language, smut (I’m so, so really sorry, I promise I didn’t want to include it initially)

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“Erica, cancel all my plans for this afternoon,” I say, holding my index finger up when (Y/N) asks what has happened, signing her to wait.

“Understood,” comes my secretary’s voice from the other end of the line. “Anything else?”

“Fax me everything about Turing’s case to my home. I have a conference to attend this morning, and a lecture to get to after that, but…” My tongue darts out as I wet my lips, contemplating my choices. “Tell Victoria and Scott that I can’t appear personally on the conference. Tell them I’ll be in connection with them via phone, but I have to work simultaneously. Also, ask Scott to let Stiles help Isaac with my case for the time being; he owes me one. I need to crush Turing this time.”

“And the lecture?” asks Erica. I can practically see in front of my mind’s eye as her pen is hovering over the notepad, waiting for my instruction.

“That’s the only place I’m going to today,” is all I say before ending the call.

(Y/N) gives me a worried look.

“Now I can tell you about my case,” I tell her. “Since you’re involved in it, too.”

“What?” she asks, startled. “How could I be involved in any of your cases?”

“This one is about a stalker. The defendant’s lawyer is Harrison Turing, a serious pain in the ass. Erica is already faxing the records for you – I already know them but I need you to read them, too. You are going to come to court with me next week, with me being your lawyer.”

Her mouth is agape in surprise, but then she clicks it shut and goes to my study where the printer is working. I follow her wordlessly, taking off my suit and hanging it on the back of my chair next to my desk, leaving me in the vest only. As soon as she reads who the defendant is, she exclaims, “You can’t be serious!”

“What? Why?” I ask, approaching her. I sit next to her on the black leather couch.

“Matt Daehler is my friend! You saw him with me, too! He can’t be a stalker.”

“He’s your stalker, (Y/N),” I point out. “He took several pictures of you. Originally, this case was Isaac’s, that’s why I didn’t have an idea until now that I could possibly know the name of the girl in the pictures, but I’m taking it from him. Turing is capable of easily destroying Isaac in front of the jury, but he will have serious problems with me. I won’t let Daehler off the hook.”

“But you saw him with me!” she protests, still refusing to believe it.

“I honestly can’t remember that,” I admit.

“When we first met after your lecture,” she reminds me. “You were heading to your office because you left some papers there for one of your upcoming hearings.” It clicks. That was when I deliberately bumped into them to finally be able to talk to her. But I merely glanced at the guy once, and my brain deleted his face from my memory, discarding it as unimportant. I rub the bridge of my nose. “He told me he’d be absent for a while because some family business came up.”

“(Y/N),” I start. “There’s no ‘family business’ going on. He’s in pre-trial detention. I visited him once with Isaac.” Her hand is shaking due to the shock, so I take it in my mine to steady her. “No one can know about our relationship until this case ends. It’s important. Otherwise they won’t allow me to be your lawyer, and I’m not having that. I want to be the one to protect you.”

She nods, however, I can tell that it’s more of an automatic, and not a conscious reaction.

“Thank you,” I smile at her, kissing her cheek.

“For what?” she whispers, voice weak as it barely brushes the air.

“For letting me do this for you.”

I stand then, and migrate to my desk to boot my laptop. I open a text editor to type up a contract, which I print out immediately and slide in front of (Y/N), along with a pen. “Sign it.”

“What is this?”

“Contract. To make me being your lawyer official.” Without further ado, she does as I told her, and hands the paper back to me. “Great. I’m calling Isaac to pick it up on his way to the office and give it to Erica.”

“Who’s Isaac?” she asks. I answer with my phone already in my hand, speed dialling him.

“Isaac is my assistant. Every senior partner has one. Scott’s assistant is Stiles, he’s the one I requested to help Isaac to find out what Turing has up his sleeve. He’s required to show it to us, obviously, but knowing him, he’s going to keep the big gun hidden until the last minute. I want to be prepared for everything, but if all else fails, I might just have to take the gun from him and point it at his head instead of mine.” Just as I finish the sentence, the call connects. “Isaac, come to mine before you go to the office. Take a cab, it’s faster.”

“That was harsh,” (Y/N) comments, but I shrug, putting my mobile away.

“There’s no room for feelings in our job,” I point out. “Besides, he’s used to it already.”

Isaac arrives within twenty minutes. I proceed to scold him because he took an awful lot of time, but (Y/N) stops me.

“Is that (Y/N)?” Isaac asks in disbelief. “She’s the one –”

“She is,” I interrupt. “I’m her lawyer. I’m taking the case from you, otherwise Turing would humiliate you in front of the jury.”

“So you’d rather him humiliate you?”

“He’ll have a slightly harder time with me,” I assure him. “It’s okay, anyway. Whatever you do, the responsibility is mine. Result’s the same either way.”

“You and your results-orientation,” mumbles Isaac under his breath, but I opt not to comment on it.

Since the printer is still not done, (Y/N) walks over to it to see what files are being transferred to me now. She gasps as soon as he sees the papers. I approach her to see what it is. They are the photoshopped pictures Matt took of her.

“This didn’t even happen!” she exclaims.

“I know,” I tell her. “I told you he was your stalker.”

“And how has this case been going so far?” (Y/N) asks. I’m already opening my mouth to answer, but Isaac beats me to it.

“I asked the other girls to attend the hearings, but they were always dismissed by the judge.”

“Because Turing wanted him to,” I add, disdain seeping into my tone. (Y/N) hums. “They said the pictures were too blurred, therefore we can’t know for sure whether those were indeed the girls in the pictures. Anyway, the way I see it, Matt is better at it than that, they just edited the photos later on.”

“But why didn’t they edit mine as well?” she asks.

“I guess because you’re the most precious to him; as you can see, he built this whole fake relationship with you,” I spit out the words hatefully. This is disgusting. And he touched – he touched – (Y/N). I suddenly have the urge to wash her body, to cover her up in my touches and kisses to wipe away the ghost of Matt’s fingers. “Isaac,” I say, voice stern and authoritative. I don’t break eye contact with (Y/N) as I speak. “I think you want to take the contract to Erica as fast as possible.”

(Y/N) senses my intentions; it feels like a spark has been ignited between us.

“Oh,” he says, fumbling. “Sure. Yeah. I’m going.” Isaac scrambles to leave, and the elevator barely closes when I’m already over (Y/N), kissing her with intent. She stumbles a bit by my force, but I have a sure hold on the small of her back, and her arms are wrapped around my neck. We fall back on the couch, and I break away from her mouth to start kissing her neck, which she bares for me willingly.

“Derek,” she gasps, wanton, fingers tugging at my hair when I bite on her skin. Her legs fall open, bracketing my hips, and I immediately take advantage of the position, bucking my groin against hers, and she grips my tie firmly, holding me impossibly close.

“I want you,” she whines into my ear, reaching down to cup me through my trousers. I moan at her tentative, yet demanding touch, wanting to be free again. “Please, Derek.”

“I’m giving it to you, baby,” I promise, breathless, unbuckling my belt quickly. (Y/N) kicks off her panties, and I reach down to her dripping folds, soothing her need for contact. Two of my fingers dip into her easily, and she’s already meeting my movements with her hips. She’s busy freeing me, her hand finding my erection as it’s straining against the fabric of my boxer briefs, stroking me to return the treatment I’m giving her. We let go of each other after a short while, moving at the same time, to let me slide into her finally, but just as my tip nudges at her entrance, the phone in my study starts ringing, startling us into frozen shock.

We stare into each other’s eyes, then my head falls in exasperation, forehead resting against the crook of her neck, revelling in the panting noises of her elevated breathing and accelerated heartbeat.

“Damn it,” I curse as I push myself off, tucking myself back into my trousers and walking over to the phone to accept the call. I put it on speaker, and tell (Y/N) to be quiet with an index finger in front of my mouth.

“I’m glad you can devote us some of your precious time,” comes my boss’s sarcastic voice over the mic. I roll my eyes.

“You know I always do my job,” I point out sharply.

“True. But I still expect you not to refuse to come to a conference in the last minute.”

“Something came up,” I answer, pacing the room.

“More important than your job?” I look over at (Y/N), still heaving on the couch, limbs mildly shaking, trying to calm down. I want to help her by tossing her over the edge.

“Much more important,” I end up saying, forcing myself to tear my eyes away from her tempting figure. There is silence at first, then Victoria sighs, long and deep.

“All right,” she says. “Now let’s talk about the original topic.”

Reader POV

As soon as I feel like I’ve gained enough power back, I stand and tiptoe out of Derek’s study to let him focus on the conference entirely – I know I’m distracting him.

I go to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes. I glance at the clock, noting that Derek has two more hours before he has to go to the university, recalling his agenda. I’m so happy I decided to come to him in the end; I knew that my excuse of ‘having left something at his place’ was painfully obvious, but directly asking him to take me to his flat seemed all that much more awkward.

I hum to myself as I’m working, getting lost in the sounds of the flowing water and the lemony scent of the soap.

It takes another hour for Derek to emerge from his study. Immediately, he heads to the fridge to snatch a bottle of sparkling water from it, only to approach me then and place a tender kiss on my temple. I giggle. “Aren’t you worried? Isaac must have figured out our secret.”

“That kid owes me. A lot,” he replies, tone just this side of cocky, kissing my cheek. “He won’t tell anyone.” As his hold tightens around my hips, and he leans in to exhale a long breath right into my ear, hotness explodes in me; I know what he wants. I know he wants to continue where we left off, but we can’t, not now, not when he has less than an hour to get to the university to give a lecture.

“I want to get you off before I go,” he rasps into my ear, hot breath licking over the shell of it, making my entire being shiver.

“You’ll be late,” I point out weakly, voice barely brushing through the particles of the air, but it’s useless, because Derek is already grabbing me to sit me on the counter, mouth latching to the side of my neck over the bruise he left there yesterday to make the hickey that much more prominent and lasting. I throw my head back, crying out his name when his fingers slide along my bare, moist folds.

“I’ll be quick,” he promises. “I just can’t leave without seeing you fall apart again.”

“And you?” I whine, fingers gripping his biceps through his shirt.

“I’ll get myself together by the time I get to the uni, don’t worry about me, baby,” he whispers, then adds in a ragged voice, pushing two of his fingers into me, “If I didn’t have to work today, I’d spend the entire day with you, mapping out your body with my tongue.” He starts pumping his fingers faster, eventually adding a third one as he continues talking, “cataloguing every single one of the reactions you give me as you come, the way you cry my name, beg to me, grip my hair, come apart by me again and again.”

As if on cue, my back arches into a tight bow, body spasming into the orgasmic stupor, fingers flexing around his shirt, eyes squeezed shut, jaw going slack, toes curling, his voice in my ear praising, “Yes, baby, that’s it, come for me.”

He works me through my climax, gradually slowing his movements. My harsh, quick breathing envelops us, and when I come back to myself, it registers that Derek’s breathing is laboured too, and there’s nothing in this world that I want more than granting him pleasure.

I don’t need further pushes as he licks his fingers clean. With two hands against his chest, I push him away meekly. He obliges, and I drop to my knees without missing a beat. Derek immediately starts protesting, but I won’t have it, instead undo his belt stubbornly, shove his pants down and free him. He leans back against he counter, gripping its edge for leverage.

“Holy shit,” he groans as my lips tentatively wrap around him, fingers tangling in my hair and tugging at it when I experimentally slide him in, cheeks hollowing. “Fuck, you’re so perfect like this,” he compliments, hand twitching on my scalp, stopping himself from pushing my head further down.

“Your pretty little mouth around me is pure Heaven, baby,” he sighs, jaw dropping, head lolling back, stroking my head in encouragement. He begins rolling his hips shallowly, the tip of his dick nudging the back of my throat. When I swallow around him, Derek lets out a loud, guttural moan in the form of my name, yanking at my hair accidentally, making me hum around him – and that’s the only thing he needs to spill down my throat.

“Ah, baby,” he breathes out, helping me up. He locks his lips to mine in a languid kiss, making us taste each other. In between kisses, he whispers to me, “Wait for me here,” he pecks my chin. “Wear anything you want.” A kiss on my throat. “Pick something from my wardrobe.”

“Okay,” I pant, mewling as he grips my ass, a sudden urge taking over me to bite his strong neck. A gasp rips out of his throat as I do.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t want to leave you here,” he husks into my skin, making me tremble with the intensity of his tone. “Not yet.”

“You have twenty more minutes,” I gasp, glancing at the clock. He growls in frustration, but after a couple moments, he takes a step back to keep himself from touching me. His eyes fall closed, and he takes a deep breath to settle himself, then makes a beeline for the bathroom.

Three minutes later, he comes back, heading towards the elevator, fully clothed, hair freshly brushed. I see him to it, only for him to kiss me goodbye before leaving.

It’s the first time since yesterday noon that I’m all alone, and it oddly feels strange. Leaning against the closed elevator doors with my back, I grab the collar of his shirt that I’m wearing and take a deep breath, his musky scent engulfing my nose. My eyes flutter closed, and a small smile tugs at my lips in content, getting lost in the peaceful serenity that encompasses me.

After a while, I go to the kitchen, blushing and grinning stupidly as memories of what we did not ten minutes ago coming back to me. I search for a cookbook to decide what to make for Derek by the time he comes back, simultaneously checking the contents of the fridge. I opt to make chicken breast with rice, and I prepare everything.

I’m in the middle of spicing the meat that I sliced when my phone rings, signing a new message. I’m actually surprised that it hasn’t petered yet, but I nonetheless go on a pursuit to find it. It’s still in my bag.

Where are you?

I bite my lip, then I shrug, mumbling ‘screw it’, and dialling her. If anyone, Lydia I can definitely trust.

“Are you with Derek right now?” is what she begins with.

“What –?” I can’t do anything but gape with wide eyes. “How –?” I can practically hear her smirk.

“I knew it,” she declares triumphantly. “By the way the red mark on his neck was a pretty obvious give-away. Add the fact that you’re absent after lusting after him for weeks and –”

“Hey!” I exclaim, face red as a tomato.

“– and that equals with the two of you, minus your clothes. Besides, Derek was actually smiling during his lecture, which he’s never done, only when you were around. I bet you’re on his mind all the time.” I can’t help but grin at that comment. “But now a lot of girls think he likes them for smiling constantly. He’s stuck with them now and trying to get rid of them,” she informs.

“Poor baby,” I coo, imagining the scenario. “I’ll help him out.” Lydia snickers and says, “You go, girl.”

We end the call, and I dial Derek right away. He picks up at the fourth ring.

“I hear you have issues with some girls there and want to get away,” I start before he could say anything. “Wanna help with that?”

“Definitely,” he answers, tone near teasing. The next time he speaks, I know it’s for the girls, not me. “I really have to go now. My boss’s just called and wants to see me.” I faintly catch as they complain or try to get him to stay, but these background noises soon die out, and the sound of a door closing echoes.

“I made lunch,” I announce, earning a chuckle from him in return.

“Thank you, baby,” he says. “I really have to go to the office, though. You wait for me at home.”

“Of course,” I nod, then he says, “Good. See you then” and ends the call.

I start cooking the rice with a smile playing on my lips, and I snatch a skillet to get the chicken breasts ready as well. Since there is leftover salad from breakfast, I place that too on the table while setting it.

Then I go to his bedroom to put on the sweats I brought back yesterday, picking up our clothes from the floor where we tossed them carelessly last night. When I hear the elevator doors sliding open, I rush out with a huge, giddy smile to welcome Derek home, but my face morphs into a startled expression when I see who it is that came to visit.

He shoots me a half-smile, blue eyes giving me a thorough once-over.

“Nice meeting you again,” Peter greets.

[Blade and Soul Tutorial] How to set a gif picture in Character Info [OLD VERSION] *I STOPPED PLAYING* *RIP*

Ok so, I’m sure everyone wondering how gif worked in-game so here is my first guide step by step so READ CAREFULY. I’m not expert sooooo yeah *gomenasai*. (Please note that I’m doing this guide because there are options it’s either you found random gifs that already made OR you draw something and animate it…there is big difference. Hope you get it what i mean ^^)


Let’s get started! Here is the example:

Here is the drawing I made the other day of Dio meme on my in-game character in gif. Pretty neat, huh. Anyways, this how it works and MAKE sure it works!


First, go to character info F2 and press take a picture button and then press that camera icon and register it

It should be like this.


Once you take a picture leave the game OPEN and time to go on photoshop \o/!! (Please note that I have photoshop CC, so if you got older than CC or other software then I can’t help you *sorry*)

As you can see I set it to Motion. Now look for any gif picture that you like or whatever so I choose a simple gif of Saitama dancing :P

Back to photoshop and click File > open > gif picture and it should have layers of frames on the right side. (Remember it should be on Motion not Essentials).


Now what you need to do is select all layers by Shift + left click and drag them to portrait of your character.

Here is the part that you need to resize same as portrait by using free transform ctrl + t. It might show in pixels because it’s either small or bad quality so you have to figure it out or find something that’s clear.

I added some more white background to move Saitama in middle after that you create frame animation.

Now every frame have been set on timeline and I changed into 0.1 seconds forever because that’s what I want so it’s up to you if you want to speed up or slow it down.


Next you save it for web or blogs by going File > save for web and done.

(Save it in CharacterShot folder \Pictures\BnS\CharacterShot)


Now time to go to CharacterShot folder and delete original portrait or just move it somewhere (REMEMBER that you register original picture in-game and it’s shown in Character info before you do this or it will mess up)

Once you done that overwrite the one you edit it and change it like this Portraits_151101_001.gif into Portraits_151101_001.jpg

You will think “why should I set it to .jpg?”

Well, because blade and soul never read/accept .gif pictures in-game..only .jpg so you tricked the game so good that will let .gif work.

Now back to blade and soul > F2 then click take a picture and you will see in photo gallery the original portrait is still there that’s because it wont show the one that you created but it’s already overwritten. register it click refresh button on top of character info and there you go !!

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Hope that helps and enjoy ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ !

See you there !!

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@dogiplier​ ‘s New Icon.

I was asked by Dogi to make her a new Icon so I did. I am going to be opening commissions for Icons if anyone is interested I’m just needing to figure out what PayPal account type to use (they only have Personal or Business accounts) anyways this was so much fun to make and thanks to Dogi for asking me to make her new icon :)

More information about Commissions will be posted soon. Have a wonderful day peeps.