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atsuwumus · 4 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : who sees the human face correctly — the photographer, the mirror or the painter? dr ratio had always had an obsession with pretty things. so when you seek his guidance for one of your artistic pieces you find yourself in for more than you bargained for.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : mature content, minors dni 18+ only. dom! dr ratio x fem! reader, teasing, fingering, objectification if u really squint hard enough. p-paint play??? I wrote this with my coochie okay ʕ•͡-•ʔ

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐀𝐈 𝐌𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 : nobody perceive me after writing this (๑﹏๑//) rlly messy one but wanted to get something out tonight on the new bloggie :3

"𝐌𝐘, 𝐌𝐘, 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 aren't you a pretty sight."

His voice is low and as smooth as velvet, vibrating off the walls of the empty display room and shaking you right to your core. His voice shouldn't have such an affect on you, but it creeps into your veins like a slow acting poison, tainting your thoughts from the inside out.

For weeks now you've tried to get his attention, ready to beg on hands and knees for just a slither of recognition. You see, your artwork hasn't always made the biggest impact. Many found it rather mundane and boring.

One failed exhibition after the next had led you to seek out the only person you knew would have the answers you so desperately sought, the only person who would either see your vision through strokes of paint and blurred lines — or who would be able to tell you to give it all up for good.

A shaky breath leaves your chest when the door clicks closed behind him.

Another leaves your lips when the slow and purposeful stride of his feet draw closer.

Rows upon rows of paintings of the finest details line the walls on either side of him but all he seems to be focused on is you.

Delicate strokes of paint stain your skin, spanning from one naked hip to the next. Swirls of green and blue meet in an intricate dance across your nipples and span to intertwine around your neck, a true display of intricacies and colors. You're bare to him, attesting to the advice he had given you with a shrug of his shoulder weeks ago.

"And what is this supposed to be?" he drawls, his voice coming from behind you. It takes every last ounce of your strength to scrape together enough willpower to remain still where you are, plastered on the small pedestal for him to see.

You inhale, exhale. Count to three and back again before you speak.

"You said I needed to be braver with my art," you say yet your voice still shakes. "That I needed to start taking more risks. This is me taking that risk."

An understanding hum vibrates low in his chest, a pleasant sound that eases some of the tension in your shoulders. But the closer he gets, the more he inspects, the hungrier his gaze gets. A calloused fingertip runs from the blade of your shoulder down to your hip. He taps his chin, feigning to be deep in thought.

"Risqué," he murmurs. "But not quite complete. Not to my liking."

Curiosity burns in your gaze as your eyes follow each shift and shrink of his body, watching avidly as he picks up a tube of paint, squeezing some red ink onto his fingertips. There's a half smile tugging at the corner of his lips — one that you aren't sure is entirely there — before he lets his fingers dip against your skin.

You gasp.

The paint is chillier than you expected against your heated skin as he draws long, precise lines along and around your breasts. He takes his time, idly moving his digits back and forth, keeping his gaze trained on the way the red brings your skin to life. A low chuckle follows when he runs his inked fingertips across your pert nipples, ensuring to outline them properly with thick layers of paint. Once satisfied does he pick up a deep mauve, smearing it across your abdomen, sinking lower and lower until you finally let out a whimper.

It's only when he sets the tube of paint down that he says, "Do not for a second think that I don't see you rubbing those thighs of yours together. Did no one ever tell you to not disturb the artwork?"

It should be embarrassing for you — how debauched you look right now, on the brink of being ruined, letting him paint, prod and process whoever he pleased, without any objection. You bite down on your bottom lip, pursing them together when you catch a flicker of his gaze — warm and wanting, like a predator ready to sink its teeth into his prey.

It's a weak protest but you let out a small, "Dr. —"

"Be quiet."

You swallow your words with a thick throat, chest heaving as he steps closer to you, right between your thighs, ever so slowly tilting his chin up to meet your gaze as he cleans his fingers off with a damp cloth.

"I believe I told you to bare a side of yours to me that I haven't seen before in your art," he drags out, letting his fingers smooth over your hips and thighs, admiring his work like a proud master. "But I never expected this from you. Tell me, have you put on a show like this for anyone else before?"

"N-No." You shudder with a shake of your head.

His lips curl into what you could only presume to be a satisfied smirk. "Good. It would be such a shame if I had to share something from my private gallery from the rest of the world."

His hands are definitive in the way he touches you, without hesitation or uncertainty, but with the elegance of a painter, parting your thighs with ease and running two fingers between your puffy lips, smirking when he realizes how wet you truly are.

"This is almost pathetic," he muses, continue to collect your wetness in between his fingers and using it to circle your clit a few times, always coming close enough to give you a taste of what you craved, but never indulging you. "How desperate you are for some attention. I almost pity you."

He gives your clit a smack with the palm of his hand, a deep chuckle bubbling in his throat when you yelp.

"Almost."

"P-Please." You almost don't recognize your own voice, how each syllable is painted with desperation. How your thighs shake with anticipation and you continuously clench around nothing each time he circles your entrance.

"Shhh," he chides, his voice sweet like honey but his eyes told you a different story. "I'm determined to enjoy the entire gallery. And I don't like being disturbed or disrupted. It takes away my focus."

He tilts his head up to look at you. "Do you understand?"

Your bottom lip wobbles a little when he slides two slender digits between your folds, curling them with ease and stroking along your soft walls until he heard you whine. "I do, I do!" you nod along feverishly, ready to beg and plead at this point — anything just for him to give you what you want.

"Good... Something tells me I'm going to be enjoying this spectacle tonight."

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clownkiwi · 3 months

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genuinely hate the way heaven and hell is set up in hazbin like. in all honesty. whats the point of using the dantes inferno layers of hell if you are only allowed to use the pride layer. for every sinner. why the fuck would that make sense. like. a serial killer would be in the like. idfk wrath or lust (bloodlust) layer. dantes inferno isnt even fucking canonical to the bible.

the angel designs are flat, their movements feel stilted to me, all the humans in heaven just have a color swapped monster design just like the sinners.

and no fucking shit people think alastar is fucking white, you only find out that he mixed race from somewhere else. i only found out through my friend that the guy is half black because he saw a video or something of her drawing alaster in his human form (this sounds aggressive, but i am not doing that towards you this is in total agreement wirh you)

also i think adam as an angel is stupid as shit from like the standpoint of someone who is interested in the bible in the way greek myth isnt "canonical"/is separate from greek gods

the designs look like theyre still a fucking pain to animate, and i do genuinely like a lot of the designs, i think angel dust is iconic and uh. the bat cat guy looks pretty cool, i think theyre more for like. comic books.

story feels flat and rushed, and very much like i'm watching a childrens show for adults, and i fucking hate adult shows that think putting sex, seears, blood and gore in their product is soooooo fucking mature and cool of them and its just boring and samey and it fucking sucks. if hazbin was nade by someone else i'm sufe the peoduct wouldve been handled so much better and treated the audience like adults

LITERALLY THIS THIS THIS!!!!

for the first part, of the lore. the lore gets so much more fucking confusing and lamer if you watch the spinoff helluva boss. they go into more detail & spend more time in the other layers for each episode, but theyre all so lame and predictable. the lust layer is pink and full of clubs & bars because. romance??? the greed layer is green and pretty much chicago, especially with the demon mobs (demon mobs Should sound more fun). the wrath ring is red/orange and like The Middle Western Desert that literally takes place during the Wild West from USAmerica. LIKE they made dantes inferno LAME!!! wheres the imagination??? was the best you could come up with for greed "chicago" and wrath "the wild west"???? come on

and the way heaven and hell are addressed is so much more confusing. like. the angels have a Moral code Not To Kill, even if theyre demons (in the episode the angel opposite of IMP are focused on, they lose their jobs when they indirectly kill a guy they weren't supposed to kill), which comes into direct conflict with what the angels Were ALREADY DOING IN HAZBIN???

itd be one thing if they were taking place apart from each other in the timeline, and we don't really know that ATM, but they're supposed to take place in the same universe, so they never really seem to make up their minds on what they wanna do with that???

AND LIKE the core concept of hazbin hotel is broken from the very worldbuilding the show is built on. no demon would ever wanna work on redeeming themselves by just going to a hotel, and even in cases when they do, its really just to sabotage each other, before they solve their problems like. my fucking little pony. i cant believe this was a show made for the same target group as bojack horseman or moral orel, it makes me sick

and this idea isnt broken either!!! it can work!!! the good place worked and improved on this idea In Strides and did it with much more maturity and respect for its audience than vivziepop could even do for two of her shows

like hazbin hotel & helluva boss could be improved upon, they just need Better Writers and a Stronger Vision for where the story could go. im not even being a hater Just Because (altho i am), i'm just really upset that this was the direction the show is seemingly going to with no stop. ive seen people that have looked up to vivziepop as inspiration and felt deeply betrayed when the story was shit, when the writing was horrible, its really disappointing to see. i think the only people left watching this are people who think what vivziepop is doing is good, even if she spends more than half her time online looking up her shows to try to fight back against any and all criticism

#ruby answers tag #max i 100% agree with you on all your points #this is something ive been thinking about making a video about forever #how were such horrible pilots so highly praised before the show even came out. howd vivziepop get on tv with hazbin hotel???#i really wanna do a video on this so badly not even in a cringe way but in an interest way... because this is So interesting...!#anyways sorry for the long post. i am angry with you i hate vivziepop 4ever...#flowerkidlove #long post (?)#hazbin hotel cw #helluva boss cw

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misskittyhart · 2 months

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Heart On A Leash

Content warning: violence/language

The night was coming as the sky darkened the streets. Lamp lights bursting into life humming filling the busy streets of the pride district. The glimmering lights of high fashion businesses filled the dark streets with a sense of life. Casting golden lights onto black pavement.

Of corse Kitty found herself here picking up a new suit from Alastor’s tailor. He always sent her on these little tasks as he was far to busy to bother with such mundane things. Of corse she has to do what ever he asks, he snaps his fingers and she quickly goes into getting what ever he asks completed in a speedy and accurate manner. Her contract had been signed years ago, signing her soul away for powers to protect herself in the war zone that was hell.

She was a visage to behold in these modern times, looking as if she had stepped off the pages of a 1920s fashion magazine. Wearing a layered chiffon green dress, and a pair of short heels. Her hair wild and free bright auburn in color. It was only tamed slightly by a matching green head band. Her large fox ears were perked and flicked listening to various sounds around her as she moved carrying his suit. Sinners gave her passing glances, mostly that of lust. She rolled her eyes. *try me* she thought.

She was eager to get back to the hotel, where it was safe. Kitty much rather preferred going out with Alastor. People fled from him, and she didn’t have to worry about being bothered. She kept alert turning a corner.

A large wolf sinner cornered her suddenly “well well what’s the hurry baby?”

Her red eyes narrowed looking up at him. “Pardon you.” She said slipping out and away from him. She felt a hand on her wrist jerking her back

“I wasn’t done talkin with you sugar. Where you headed so fast?” He grinned showing rows of sharp teeth.

Even in this life men didn’t know how to obey the word no. She bared her fangs. “I said. Pardon you.”

“Oh hohoh feisty. I can get with that” he grinned down at her. She felt his hands on her hips and she bristled. Oh hell no.

She leaned setting Alastor’s suit aside. Her bracelet she wore hummed and emitted static sounds. *yeah yeah I’ll be quick. I got this one* she could tell Alastor was spying on her sensing danger.

In a flash kitty had a knife in her hand and at the larger sinner’s throat “when a lady says no, and you go ahead and touch her anyway~ there’s really no other solution “ she laughed. In a flash she felt blood spray in her face. Her eyes were dark. The sinner stumbled back grabbing at his throat. He fell back onto the ground. Her heel pressed into his throat as she snarled down at him. “Don’t fuck with the radio demon.” Was all she said before spitting on him.

She put her knife away. She grabbed his suit and stood collecting her self “trash~” she said stepping over his body as he died. Hell was so much like Earth sometimes.

The magic eye radio bracelet around her wrist crackled with static and faintly she could hear through it “kitty~”

She sighed “I know. I know…..you said no distractions. I know you have the meeting tonight with the Overlords.”

She would more than likely receive and ear full for being late, but it was worth it to put that sinner down. Before long she found herself entering the radio tower connected to the hotel. Closing the door behind her she was greeted with “you’re late”

“I’m sorry there was this sinner who cornered me and was getting handsy.” She said sighing. “I did not get blood on your suit.” She said handing it over to him.

Alastor looked down at her his eyes heavy lidded like he was judging her. His grind widened on his face “you always did look rather pretty in crimson~” he said in a flirtatious tone.

Well he seemed amused. So maybe no talking to this time. “I know how much you love red darling~” she smirked. She moved into the hall way from the office area. She sighed softly heading into the bathroom. When she killed he always made her come in through the radio tower as not to startle Charlie. She pursed her lips “kitty….what am I gonna do with you.” She mused. Grabbing a cloth she began to wash her face of blood making sure it get every drop. Sensing his presence in the door way her eyes looked behind her in the mirror.

He was standing there grinning “hm. There you go. I need you to be ready in ten minutes to come take notes for me.” His tone sounded a little tired.

“You didn’t sleep again did you.” She said turning to face him scolding him as if he were a child.

His ears flicked at her chastising words. “I have a lot on my plate right now, Cher”

“You need sleep otherwise your brain won’t work.” She sighed heavily “alright give me a few minutes.” She walked past him. He grinned at her. She made her way into the small kitchen area and started brewing coffee.

How could he miss out on sleep again? He wouldn’t be sharp for the meeting today. *stubborn idiot* she thought to herself. She stood at the counter listening to the coffee maker boil and hiss.

Alastor came into the kitchen again watching her curious.

“Have you nothing more pressing than following me around, darling~” she said teasing him

He grinned towering over her “oh but darling. It is my utmost duty to pester you at all times~”

Kitty let out a groan. She pinched the bridge of her nose “you can do that but not sleep?” She said clicking her tongue to her teeth.

She felt his finger under her chin suddenly lifting her gaze to his. He smirked down at her his eyes burning into hers. Her face flushed lightly at the sudden act

“Hmmm.” His eyes bore into her. His hand caresses her face lightly “seems you have missed a spot. Getting sloppy, darling~” he teased. He loved pushing her buttons.

She smacked his hand away her face flushed. He simply laughed at the reaction. She poured him a coffee and shoved it into his hands “asshole.” She said before storming off to change. Her face felt heated.

Alastor simply cackled as she stormed off. He took the coffee and started sipping it. “Thanks darling~”

#alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #hazbin hotel oc #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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tokiro07 · 7 months

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Undead Unluck ep.2 thoughts

[Getting the Shaft]

(Contents: Animation, ch.2-3 comparison, OP/ED analysis)

So I found out that a number of people employed at David Productions were formally members of Shaft, and dang does it show. Fuuko practically did Shaft's signature head tilt like three times! I wonder if they weren't allowed to go all the way with it specifically because it's iconic to Shaft so they have a copyright or a trademark on it?

Admittedly, I don't think I ever considered Shaft as a possible studio for UU, and in certain respects I kind of wish I weren't seeing that future come to pass. The excessive use of negative space and the lack of background characters makes the world feel lifeless, and the occasional full-body shadows literally drain the color from the frames whereas I feel based on the volume covers and color pages is the opposite of the blinding neon vibe that I would have expected. I also worry that using the trappings of a Shaft production's visuals will result in UU looking like any other Shaft work rather than having its own visual identity, though I suppose we'll have to wait and see on that

However, this is the future we got, and all in all, those are just gripes. The combat has exactly the energy that it needs to, the comedic moments are given a lot more gravitas than they had in the manga, and once again David Pro loves to add in fun details. My favorite in this week's episode was Andy realizing what the source of the Unluck was going to be and slowly inching closer to Shen and Void so they'd be more likely to get caught up in it. I don't believe I saw the almost electric trail of blood from Andy's finger as he prepped his Parts Bullet against Void, but maybe i just missed it. If I did, let me know, I'd love to be wrong about this one

As I (and many others) predicted, episode 2 covered chapters 2 and 3, and I think it did it quite well. I'm not sure if it's because I read the manga, because it's an anime, or because the director specifically was trying to do this, but I felt like the anime made the exposition and details a lot easier to absorb than the manga did. If I had to attribute that to something, I would say that a panel can cram in multiple details and layers that the reader needs to be active to pick up on while an anime has to show everything individually and any deviation can be detected through movement. I don't know that for a fact, but it's the impression I get

The difference between Unavoidable and Shen's ability was pretty difficult for me to wrap my head around at first in the manga, but I feel like this iteration will make it a lot easier to differentiate them, hopefully. I wouldn't say that UU is obtuse in general, but I imagine a lot of it is going to be clearer going forward

We also got the opening and ending themes, both of which had great songs and animation. Both were definitely odd, though; they were kind of subdued compared to a lot of other shonen anime openings, with the OP spending about half of it on abstract fractals rather than establishing the characters or setting as one might expect and the ED being extremely somber and heavily symbolic. Even as a manga reader, both of them gave me a bit to chew on, which isn't something I usually expect from OP/EDs

I'd really like to read over the lyrics, but I don't think they're up anywhere yet, and even once I find them I imagine they won't pertain to the story and instead will just match the vibe more than expounding on the themes

Without going into spoilers, my favorite part of the ED animation is Andy waking up under the sakura tree with Fuuko after drifting along the River Styx and passing under dead trees; it's said that under every sakura is a corpse, so the idea that Andy is, in effect, burying his past and leaving his previous life behind him for a brighter future with Fuuko is extremely poignant and touching

If there's anyone worried about Andy and Fuuko's relationship based on the first two episodes, just know that that one bit right at the end of the ED is a better representation of their ongoing relationship than the first couple of episodes are. They are easily the best romantic couple in shonen manga, at least that I've ever seen, so just know you have that to look forward to

I'm particularly excited for next week's episode, cus I really like the Union member they're going to meet. I only recently came to like this character as much as I do, but they make a strong first impression at least, so I hope everyone out there enjoys them too. See ya then!

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

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tiredstressedemotionalmess · 4 months

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hey this is kinda random but I was wondering if you had any advice about making patches? I’ve been wanting to make some of my own but idk what kind(s) of fabric & fabric paint would be good to use for it

YESSSS MY TIME HAS COME I LOVE GIVING PPL PATCH MAKING TIPS!!! im actually working one a zine abt this rn so ive totally got you covered

so pretty much any fabric you can get your hands on will work. i mostly use fabric from shirts ive cut into tank tops or crop tops, and denim from old jeans. both work just as well, but the tshirt fabric is thin and stretchy so i usually find it easier to paint less detailed designs on that. if i want a detailed design and im using tshirt material ill usually use a stencil bc it helps me keep the lines cleaner. using something like an embroidery hoop or some cardboard and safety pins to keep the fabric taught and hold it in place works wonders too

as for paint, i use a mix of fabric paint and regular acrylics. usually ill do a three base layers of white fabric paint, then go over top with a layer or so of whatever color acrylic bc the acrylics tend to be more vibrant and more opaque

using just straight up acrylic on fabric will work, but it may crack a bit and will probably fade in a wash a little. if ur just doing acrylic, try and limit the number of layers you do bc the thicker the paint is, the easier it will be to crack. personally, ive found acrylic tends to crack more on denim than on tshirt fabric- i think because the shirt fabric is thinner so the paint soaks all the way through instead of just sitting on top like with the denim. if im using shirt fabric and the design is simple ill usually just go right in with the acrylics and not even bother with the base layers bc of that

fabric paint is more flexible than acrylic bc its literally made for fabric. i use the tulip brand MATTE white paint, and im specifying matte here bc they have a fucking glossy version called "slick" that goes on soooooo fucking think when you paint it with a brush it just. its horrible it takes so many fucking layers to get any possible color the matte is so much better it only needs two or three to really pop

ANYWAYS- i use that most often bc my local craft store has it for cheap and like i said i literally only use the white stuff for base layers and shit. they have other colors but ive never tried them bc acrylic over the white works out just fine for me so. idk maybe using the colored fabric paint would save time in the long run- less layers and shit- but ive never tried to myself so who knows

you can make a pretty damn good fabric paint substitute yourself though too!! its like the middle ground between the store bought fabric paint and the acrylics in terms of flexibility. mix equal parts fabric softener with acrylic paint. ivr used this method a fee times and it works well. its definitely less cracky than regular acrylics but depending on the ratio it might take a few more layers and a bit longer to dry. its not as flexible as the fabric paint but its a bit more opaque so depending on how you want ur patches to look it might require less layers

uhhhh other things. stencil are my best friend when im trying to copy a specific logo or do a more complex design. i never fucking freehand letters- use chalk or a pen to get letter placement done first bc the grief of painting half a patch and realized the rest of the work doesnt fit is REAL. thrift stores have a lot of cool fabric with little designs and patters which i personally think are super fun to paint over and use as patches. if you have access to an iron ik some people like to heat set their patches by ironing them when theyre dry (ig it helps the paint stick to the fabric? ive done it a few times but im too lazy to commit to it regularly. might be good if ur just using acrylics tho). pretty much any fabric you have access to will work (hoodies, old socks, old bedsheets, ANYTHING) but knitted fabrics are hell to paint on and so id recommend avoiding those

thats everything i can think of off the top of my head!! sorry this turned into a whole fucking novel. i really like making patches and telling other people abt how i make patches :p

#asks #THANK YOU SM FOR ASKING ME AGAIN SORRY THIS TURNED OUT SO LONG I HOPE THIS WAS HELPFUL #i seriously love talking abt this sm god i need to finish that zine-#save #<bc im totally stealing parts of this for the zine later lmao #OH! and you should totally absolutely send me oics of whatever patches you make iyw :]

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brokenjere · 2 years

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seventeen going under (j.f) (part 9)

seventeen going under (j.f)

synopsis: two sweet sixteens and a pair of fools sitting on the roof

of course I wanted you to change, but you didn’t. of course I want you anyway -maisie peters

catch up here

When I turned sixteen, Susannah and my mom threw a party. A really big one, with a lot of balloons and a huge cake that Susannah put together all by herself. I remember seeing her really late in the kitchen, smearing flour over her face as she wiped the sweat away from hand mixing the cake batter. She didn’t know I was watching her from the basement steps, but I snuck up every once in a while to watch.

She was so effortlessly beautiful, even covered in cake batter and with flour in her hair. It took her three days to finish the entire cake. It was four layers, white fondant with pink and gold piped flowers. I don’t know how she did it, but each petal was perfectly piped.

The cake was the main display of the party. Everyone gawked at it and asked me where I got it and I got to boast and say that my Susannah made it, especially for me. It was a one-of-kind, “just like you,” she had said, fluffing up my curls when she gave the grand reveal.

Susannah rented out a ballroom in a fancy hotel in downtown Boston. The ceilings were tall and vaulted and the walls were covered with windows that overlooked an outdoor seating area. It was planted with beautiful greenery and the most lovely flowers and there was a firepit that Susannah said we could light up when it got dark out. All the girls at school showed up in pretty dresses with their hair all done up, naturally all trying to be the hottest girl in the room but Jeremiah insisted that that was me. “No one shines brighter than you, yn,” he said. It was my party and I’d pout in the corner if I wanted to and Jeremiah was my person so he would pout with me, too.

“Look at Elise though,” I whined, pointing my cup of punch toward her on the other side of the room. “She’s wearing sequins.”

“And you’re wearing a perfect shade of blue,” he said. I picked the dress because the color reminded me of his eyes.

Jeremiah grabbed my clear plastic cup and set it down on the random table next to us. He grabbed my hand and lured me out to the dance floor and made me dance with him. We danced poorly in the center of the room and didn’t care who was watching because we were together.

Then, a slow song came on. My mom put together a playlist, especially for the party. I kind of felt spoiled with a party like this. Jeremiah didn’t get one and neither did Conrad but they were boys and maybe they didn’t care about things like this. But Mom insisted, saying that every girl deserves a ball that is all her own.

I was hesitant to slow dance with Jeremiah. His hands would be on my hips then and we would be too close together and I didn't know if I could control my heart rate. At least when he was at an arm's length, if my heart beat too loudly I knew he couldn't hear, and if my palms sweated there was less of a chance for him to grab them.

I couldn't tell him no when he was looking down at me with his blue puppy dog eyes and holding out his hand to court me on the dance floor. I grabbed his hand and he wrapped my arm around his neck. I followed suit with my other hand, clasping them behind his neck. His hands found the dip in my hip and we swayed quietly back and forth until he said, “I really meant it, you know.” I looked up at him, confused. “That you are the prettiest girl in the room. Are the prettiest girl in the world.” I shook my head but he kept going. “You’re ravishing,” he laughed at that last word. I couldn’t help but chuckle, too, not knowing that word was even in his vocabulary.

“Am not,” I argued, shaking my head. He moved his hands from my hips to my cheeks and cupped them.

“You are. And even if you don’t think that - I do. And that’s all that matters, right?”

It was all that mattered. I didn’t want anyone else to find me pretty or beautiful or ravishing or hot. I only wanted to be seen by his eyes and right now, he was looking at me like I was the entire universe on display just for him.

“You don’t look that bad yourself,” I teased, tugging on the neck of his button-up t-shirt.

Jeremiah bowed and I giggled, pulling him back up to me by the collar on his tuxedo jacket. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his body as if I lived there. I could smell his minty breath and his nose rubbed gently against mine. I thought this moment was it. He was going to kiss me.

At fifteen, I was heartbroken and alone and belonged to no one but the wind and at sixteen, I belonged to Jeremiah Fisher.

He didn’t kiss me, though. The music stopped and it changed to something upbeat and poppy and I removed myself from Jeremiah, the moment disappearing. He grabbed my hand and said, “wanna ditch this popsicle stand? Go home and watch a movie?”

I debated it. This party was amazing and everything I had hoped for but right now, I just wanted to be alone with my best friend. I nodded and we left without being noticed.

Susannah and Mom were drinking wine on the couch of Susannah’s house when we snuck in. The basement steps were not that far from the front door, so we were able to sneak down them without being heard. Once we were downstairs, Jeremiah took off his tuxedo jacket and threw it across the back of the couch and I kicked off my high heels in the corner and flung myself into the beanbag chair we had right in the middle of the living space.

My dress bunched up around my thighs and Jeremiah laid down next to me putting on the TV. “Our usual?” He asked and I nodded and he put on Napoleon Dynamite. It was only on for a few minutes when he asked me, “truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I said, sinking further into the beanbag.

“Ok, I dare you to sneak up in Conrad’s room and go through his bedside table,” he laughed.

“No way! I know what’s in there!” Jeremiah threw his head back and laughed. Conrad had just started dating a few months ago and I was pretty sure he was sleeping around now that he had muscles and was growing facial hair. “Not a fair dare at all.”

“Okay, okay,” he conceded.

“My turn,” I said, shifting my body to face him. He was resting his head on the palm of his hand, holding himself up with his elbow. He was smiling softly and my god, he was perfect. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“You say that every time,” I whined.

“I just like talking.” He shrugged. “I like telling you things that don’t come up naturally.” I understood what he meant. We talked about a lot of things but some things just didn’t come up and I was always learning new things about him. “So ask me.”

“Hmm,” I thought out loud. “What does your future look like?” I asked. “When you see yourself years and years down the road, what do you see?”

Jeremiah leaned back on the bean bag and looked up at the popcorned ceiling. “I wanna be married. I want a wife and three kids and I want to be madly in love,” he said, smiling. I wanna be married and madly in love, too but I wanted it to be with Jeremiah. He didn’t say he wanted it to be with me.

“And for work?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” he shook his head. “As long as I’m happy.”

“What about me?” I asked, my voice getting caught in my throat. He smiled wider and looked over at me.

“You’re there. You’re always there.”

Belly knocked on my door around 7. I skipped her dinner and while I felt bad about it, I couldn’t stop my tears long enough to get out of my bedroom, let alone my house. I sent her a text apologizing and she told me not to worry about it but now she was banging on the door like there was a fire I needed to escape.

I answered it, eyeballs puffy and heavy and she looked at me like I was a trainwreck. “What?” I snapped.

“You look horrible,” she said, taking in my full appearance. The old t-shirt with holes in the armpits and the sweatpants were too big for me. I changed out of Jeremiah’s clothes because the smell of him made me cry even harder.

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

“Change,” she said, pushing past me into the bedroom. The door slowed shut behind her and I kicked it all the way with a final crash. “You’re still coming right?” She spun around to look at me. I debated and decided I wanted to say no but Belly was already looking through my closet. Who was she?

“I don’t know, B.”

She pulled out a dress I hadn’t worn in a few years but it was still so pretty I knew why she picked it. She handed it over to me and I grabbed the hanger, running my hand along the fabric. “You gotta come. It’s my birthday.”

I sighed and threw my hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay.” Belly clapped and hugged me before darting out of the door and yelling at me to be ready in 15 minutes. "Don't get to depuff your eyes!" She called. What had Taylor done to her?

The dress she picked was a white sundress. I kept it here year-round, never needing it during the other seasons and I always forgot it existed. It was lightweight and flowy and perfectly fitted the top half of my body perfectly.

Nicole’s house was just like most houses in Cousins. Big, white, beautiful, and beachfront. There were people pooling out of the front door and onto the porch and Belly, Taylor, and I had to squeeze through the crowd until we got inside. Nicole was already there with Gigi and Shayla, eager to greet the birthday girl. Everyone was all smiles as we said our hellos except for me. I put on a fake one, telling everyone how beautiful I thought Belly looked and it was true - she was a sight to see with her tight floral dress we had picked out the other day.

“Do you guys want a drink?” Nicole asked, offering up red cups from the table behind her. There was a keg in the backyard which we could see from where we stood. The patio doors were wide open and people were coming in and out and filling up their cups. I took one from her and thanked her.

“You don’t want any?” I asked Belly when she shook her head at Nicole. Taylor happily grabbed a cup from the other side of her but Belly shook her head again at me. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I excused myself to fill my cup, zig-zagging through the crowd. I saw Jeremiah sitting on the couch with some guy that I didn’t recognize. He didn’t notice me as I slithered by like a small snake in tall grass. He only saw me on my way back when I bumped into a guy with a hat pulled too far down in front of his face. “Shit sorry,” he mumbled as he stepped around me.

I glanced over at Jeremiah who was staring at me. Watching me. I looked away, blush rushing to my cheeks, and ran back to my little cocoon of girlhood.

Shayla wrapped her arm around my shoulders, bringing me to her side, and cheers my cup with hers. “You doing okay?” She asked. Shayla was a good one. She was one of the best ones, in fact. I nodded my head but kept my eyes searching the crowd. I liked to people-watch. It was one of my favorite pass times which is why Jeremiah and I spent so much time in the park back in Boston. He talked my ear off as I watched the people passing by.

No one caught my eye until Conrad. Of course, he did. Why wouldn’t he? We stared at each other until it became unbearable. His eyes wandered from mine to my lips to the cup in my hand. How he can communicate with me from this far away, I will never know. He was always good at that. Jeremiah knew me, yes. Better than anyone I’m sure but sometimes, he was completely oblivious. Sometimes, he couldn’t tell the difference between me being genuinely disinterested in something and being sad. Sometimes, he was so focused on himself that he couldn’t read my eyes. That never happened with Conrad. He always knew.

Belly waving caught my eye. She was waving at Conrad. She was staring at him too but with much softer eyes than I was. She was staring at him with love and adoration. I was staring at him with confusion and frustration, and he was looking at me the same way. He took a sip of his beer, finishing it off, and then he disappeared into the hallway.

Belly’s attention returned to the girls but she seemed less than thrilled until Cameron showed up, flowers in hand, and engulfed her in a huge hug. “You made it!” She gasped, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. I stepped away from the crowd, giving them space. Shayla and Nicole paired off, Taylor went god knows where and now Belly had Cameron.

“Of course I made it,” he said, bending down to give her a kiss. I slipped away before they parted and could notice I was gone. I went in search of a bathroom and I hated to admit it but I was also kind of looking for Conrad. Not outwardly. I didn’t open doors or look around corners but my eyes were peeled. I set my drink down on a side table in one of the hallways and I knocked on a door. I didn’t know where the bathroom was but no one answered so I opened it. It was an empty bedroom. One that looked like it had never been slept in before. The windows on the opposite side overlooked the ocean and I went over to them, running my hands over the window pane.

I slid my fingers under the window and pulled it up. It came up easily and the screen popped off with no resistance. I was used to breaking in through windows. Not only did Jeremiah often climb through mine, but I have also climbed through his quite a fair share, too. I stepped out onto the roof and the ocean air hit my face.

I don’t know what I was doing out there. I just needed to get out of the party. It felt too crowded, especially with how heavy my heart felt. The weight of everything felt like it was on my shoulders and I wanted to pick it up, squash it, and throw it off the roof of this house.

The ocean waves crashed up on the shore below me, drowning out all the drunk kids on the lawn. I layed on my back, the roof shingles stabbing into my spine, and looked up at the stars. I didn’t know anything about constellations or any of the planets but Conrad used to try and teach me when we were younger. Jeremiah would get impatient and leave and I always followed. Right now, I wished Conrad was on the roof with me to tell me which was Orion or if I was looking right at the Little Dipper and didn’t even know.

“Knock knock.” I heard along with the rapping of a fist against the window pane. “Can I join?” Jeremiah was half out of the window already so I shrugged and looked back up at the sky. He laid down next to me, mimicking my position. Ankles crossed, hands folded over his stomach, and eyes unwavering on the abyss that was the universe. I wondered if our love story was etched in there somewhere.

“It’s a nice night out, huh?” He asked. I shrugged my shoulders and he sighed, tapping my foot with his. “I’m sorry I kissed you, okay?“

I looked over at him and asked, “what?” Is that what he thought this was about? Him kissing me? If I could have his lips on mine for the rest of eternity, I would. If I could tattoo the sensation of him on my mouth, I would. “I’m not mad about that.”

“You’ve been avoiding me ever since and you ran out pretty fast. Is it because Conrad saw?” Maybe. Yes. I don’t know. I shrugged. “What is it? Vivian still? You’re still mad she was texting me?”

I didn’t even know if I was mad. Sometimes, I felt like all of the feelings I felt for Jeremiah were mixed together in a blender and ground together so finely and close together I couldn’t separate the good from the bad. The real from the imaginary. He made me feel everything all at once and when my heart sank to my stomach I didn’t know if it was because he had fluttered his eyelashes at me or if it was because I was scared I’d never be able to call him mine.

I must have waited too long to reply because Jeremiah sighed and sat up. He nodded his head, signaling me to sit up with him. I only sat up halfway, leaning back on my elbows, mostly to be stubborn but the shards of shingles were digging into my bones. Jeremiah grabbed my hand and pulled me all the way up and I followed without resistance. He entwined our fingers together and set them down in his lap. “I swear to you, nothing like that will ever happen again.”

“I said I needed space, Jere. To think.”

“I know. I heard you, loud and clear. I just couldn’t help myself, Yn.” He kissed my knuckles and then dropped our hands back into his lap. If he had heard me, why didn’t he stop himself? Why would he make everything so much more complicated? Or was it me? Was I the problem? “When you’re that close to me,” he said, looking down at my lips. His knees were touching mine. I could feel his arm hair. If I wanted to, which I did, I could twist my fingers into his sandy hair and pull him to me and kiss him. Really kiss him. “I want you to be closer. It’s like all the atoms in my body are gravitating toward you and I can’t stop them.”

My breathing caught in my throat when he traced his thumb along my bottom lip. He cupped my cheek in his hand and he rested his forehead on mine. “You’re my best friend. But I have wanted you to be more since I knew what love was.”

He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “Jeremiah,” I started but he interrupted me by kissing my forehead.

“If it’s about Vivian, we can fix it. Okay? Let me fix it.”

“There’s nothing to fix. It’s not like you cheated on me,” I scoffed and pulled back from him. There was a pool of space between us that the stars filled. The music filled. The people beneath us filled.

“I might as well have.” There it was. The truth. Kissing Vivian was just like cheating on me, I supposed. His face looked pained as if I had stabbed him when I put all the air between us. Like there was hot lava flowing between our bodies.

“I just can’t do this right now, okay? How many times do I need to tell you?”

His lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but he didn’t say anything. He looked back over at the ocean. Conversation over. Two. Was that the magic number? Two girls. Two boys. Two rejections. I wondered how many times I could push him away before he finally broke. That wasn’t what I wanted. Is it really meant to be if it isn’t easy? Is it even supposed to be? “I think it’s gonna rain,” he said eventually. It was dark out but the sky did look extra gloomy. The waves were too fast and there was a layer of fog forming over the ocean. I wanted to scream. Who cares if it’s gonna rain? Who cares if you kissed Vivian? I love you. I fucking love you. So why won’t my brain just let me love you?

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warcats-cat · 23 days

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Please please tell me about printers, I would like to know <b>everything</b>

You asked for it /lh

Ok so some clarification: I spent three years at Staples working with a Xerox C70 color laser printer, so that's where my "expertise" lies.

FIRST OFF - DO NOT EVER GET YOUR PHOTOS PRINTED AT A STAPLES/OFFICE MAX/FEDEX/UPS/ANY OTHER OFFICE STORE!!!!!

All office stores (that I have been to) use laser printers. Laser printers are high capacity (meaning they can print loads of stuff before the toner needs to be changed), and use toner, which is a powder version of the ink that is electrically fixed and baked onto the paper. (Forgive the oversimplification) This means that the color will not soak into the paper/past the coating if there is one. So, if you want a glossy photo printed, you will literally be baking the color over top of the gloss, and the color will not be glossy. It will be ugly. I've made like at least 300 family photos and other shit on a laser printer. Don't do it.

Sometimes you can play with the printer settings (the Xerox C70 has pretty in-depth settings because obv it's for office printing) and you can set the color load to be "glossy" but that really just means a thicker layer of toner. It's a little shinier but not glossy.

Also, laser printers just can't get that tight, crisp color quality that an inkjet can. So many people came in wanting to make their Christmas cards with these ultra high quality photos and wanted them cheap and same-day, and then would complain that they were "fuzzy". Personally, I always thought they looked fine, but white suburban mom Karens complained all the damn time about the "fuzziness" of their fancy professional photos. Inkjet can get the crisp, sharp lines that you see in digital photos and art, whereas the toner, being powder based, just can't quite get it.

ALSO also! The colors on your computer screen will always be a little brighter and nicer than what comes out of the printer! That is because your computer is back lit, it's shining light at your eyes. Paper cannot do that, so sometimes the colors look a little "dark" or "muddy". Personally, I've seen this with really light lavender, beige, and cyan the worst. Combine this with the more limited scope of color mixing with a laser printer, and sometimes you get weird ass colors coming out. If you have a specific idea for your colors, inkjet is the better bet.

Tldr: get your photos printed at Walgreens or Walmart, or send them somewhere that specializes in photo printing.

There are two main categories of printers, Laser and Inkjet. You have an inkjet if you have a printer in your home.

Inkjet printers have the liquid ink in the cartridge, that's why you have to wait a little bit before it dries, especially for specialty papers or really old printers. The liquid ink can soak into the paper/through the coating, so that's where you get the nice glossy photo prints. ((You can also buy sheets of primed canvas for inkjet printers, which is super cool and I definitely have a bunch of it for some of my favorite digital artworks from friends)).

Ink can come in two types - dye based and pigment based. You have dye based ink if you have a printer at home. Pigment based inkjet is for like,,, the top of the top art printing. It's expensive as hell, but it doesn't fade from light exposure, like dye ink can. (Don't worry, the things you print at home are not likely to fade very much, unless you have them in direct light and never turn the lights off. I have seen photos fade because of light exposure, but that's because Staples never turns any of the lights off for whatever reason, and we had printed pictures using the poster printer to get the nice gloss without realizing.) Pigment based is also apparently a powder, but I'll be honest I don't know how it's fixed to the paper. I assume heat as well. (I've never gotten to work with a pigment printer, I only know about them because I was looking for good printers to print art and found out about them, then I saw the price tag and was like lolol)

When buying specialty paper to print on (like photo paper or canvas), you need to check the label!!!! There are papers designed for laser printers that can withstand the heat and accept the toner, and there are papers designed for inkjet that can hold the liquid ink as it soaks through. The coating on an inkjet safe paper is not as heat resistant as ones made for laser. If you put it in the laser printer, the coating will melt, and you will ruin the internal machinery. I have seen it happen. Don't do it.

Speaking of specialty paper! Have you ever heard of pearlized paper??? It's my favorite paper!!! It's sparkly!!!! 😍

Pearlized paper is typically for laser printing; I've tried to print on it with an inkjet but it came out looking really weird. It's shimmery without having chunky glitter on top that will fall off and go everywhere. Go to your local Staples and ask if they have pearlized paper, just to look at. Pictures can't do it justice. (My business cards for my fairies are printed on soft pearl, which is ivory colored, because I printed and made them myself so I got to do what I wanted /lh) We mainly used it for weddings and stuff, but I recommended for all kinds of stuff because I thought it was so cool.

Other papers: the two main types of paper you will work with at home are regular paper and cardstock. Cardstock just means thick. Both can come in tons of cool colors and textures (linen texture is my personal favorite, you usually buy it as 'resume' or 'business' paper.) you know how thick a piece of paper is by its "weight" which is measured in pounds. I don't know why it's measured in pounds, it just is.

If you want a nice quality paper to print on that's still flexible and foldable, you want to look for something that's 24-30lbs. Typical cheap copier paper is 20lbs, and a lot of the time you can see through it, i.e. if you print something double sided you'll be able to see a little of the text on the back showing through. I have found that 24lbs is thin enough to be more affordable (per ream), but thick enough to not have the bleed through. We had a 32lb paper that was thick nice thickness and super smooth, and we called it "ultra premium". It was nice, but I wouldn't print like flyers and stuff on it. I did a lot of booklets with that one.

If you're gonna get a cardstock, get something 60~lbs and up. 65lb is a really good thickness if you're printing coloring pages because it soaks up the marker ink and holds it nicely. Use 100lb if you're making a coloring *book* that's going to be double sided.

Cardstock cannot be machine folded without a really heavy duty machine, and it's very annoying because those machines are usually at the high-volume production centers and not in-house, so customers complain that they have to wait for their booklets. >.>

When working with business cards, post cards, and the like, you will hear about "bleed area" or "print to bleed". That just means whether or not the ink can go all the way to the very edge of whatever is being printed. When you design a business card or other card to be printed, you will typically have a bleed area, where you want the background to go a little farther than the actual size of the card to allow for cutting, but you want to keep any important text or photos to a certain area so it doesn't accidentally get cut off. The bleed area is not a negotiation. If you don't have space for the bleed, something will get cut off.

At Staples, our business cards were 2x3.5 inches, but the designs had to be about 2.25x3.75 to allow for bleed. The number of times I had to go in and manually fix some idiot's card because they didn't understand what a bleed was is absolutely absurd.

You can get full page size (8.5x11) printed to bleed, for things like flyers with special borders and letter heads, but those also require specialized printers that are at the production facility. The number of people who outright refused to understand this was also absurd. If you have a printer at home, there is a 99.99% chance it is not able to print to bleed for a full 8.5x11, and that's why you still have a white edge if you try to print something that is supposed to have color all the way to the edge of the paper.

My final bit of advice before I end my rant: when you're financially independent and able to/want to buy your own printer, if you plan on making your own art prints to sell, do NOT get an HP printer. HP is fine for general use, it prints well and it's pretty ink-efficient, but it's just not got the super fine quality. Brother and Canon are the two brands I personally recommend for art and photography; they're more expensive but they have a really nice quality of printing. I had to do a lot of training for HP printers and computers, and it's a lot of big words that mean very little in the grand scheme of things.

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tbcanary · 10 months

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do you have a guide to making your animated comic edits?

i don't, actually! in part because i'm relatively new to these parts and no one has asked for one, and in part because every gif i do is kind of a unique little adventure into teaching myself a new skill, so there isn't just one approach. but! i'm delighted that you want to know! so i'll try and walk you through a couple of them.

we'll start with this guy, because he's a favorite of mine and showcases a lot of the steps that i usually have to do:

tools you'll need: photoshop CS6; digital versions of the comics you'd like to edit.

(i assume you can use any version of photoshop or any editor capable of creating gifs, but CS6 is my preference. photopea is a fantastic free alternative, but figuring out timing and transitions is a lot harder there and requires more effort.)

step one: find your panels and elements

it's worth noting here that i cannot - and i mean this - cannot draw. at all. a lot of my life would be easier if i could, but here we stand. as such, nearly every element of these gifs is pulled from the comics themselves.

for this particular gif, which is admittedly on the simpler side, i needed two things: the initial panel, of jason leaping into the air, and a still image of jason as robin. preferably from the same run with the same artist, because that way, the art matches. i found these:

and that's all i needed for this one. sometimes i need to pull several panels for the vibe i want, or for specific things -- leaves to drift through the frame, magical elements, text and sound effects, speech bubbles, etc -- but adding those in follows pretty much the same processes either way.

step two: prep them!

easier said than done, really. what i needed to do here was make myself a blank canvas around the elements that i would be messing with. this varies from project to project, but for this one, it goes as follows: remove the narration box and jason from the first panel; create an isolated version of jason that can be pasted back in; create an isolated version of robin that can be pasted in the same place at a similar angle.

this is a lengthy process, because i work off my laptop and have a touchpad and no artistic skills. here, it requires drawing in a lot of building and making a successfully blurry, ombre sky. and, because robin!jason's toes are cut off, i have to draw those in and try to match the shading.

(there's also some work here with color balance and photo filters to match coloration; i had to add some highlighting and change the colors on robin!jason a bit to match the background lighting of the overall image, but not by much. sometimes, this step is more involved.)

after some fiddling, i usually end up with things i'm happy with. for this gif, those are as follows:

(this is done through the blur tool, the magic wand selection tool, refining the edges of a selection, or -- in many cases, because comic lineart is my enemy - erasing every pixel of the background or character by hand. yes, there are easier ways to do this, but i like my time-consuming methodologies. they're soothing to me.)

and now we're ready for the fun parts.

part three: assembly!

so we take that background we just made and we paste hood!jason back on it on a new layer. silly that we have to, but yknow. it's fine. he's in there. and now the goal is to find a way to successfully transition from hood!jason to robin!jason in a way that's satisfactory.

i follow a lot of standard gifmaking practices, i feel like? but i'm also self-taught, so i actually don't know how true that is. i create a timeline in photoshop and set it to have a delay of about 0.2 seconds to start with, just to see how the transitions go. i usually start with 10 frames, and then add or remove depending on what seems right.

(the variations here can be broad, by the way. i have a green arrow gif with 140 frames with no delay and a wonder woman gif with six frames on a one-second delay, for example, but those are for another time. starting with 0.2 seconds' delay across 10 frames is just a comfortable starting place for me, is my point.)

this is what the timeline looks like for this project:

(it's that bar at the bottom. you can see the settings and all that as they appear in the final product: 0.1 second delay over 12 frames, so not too far off from my default. nice.)

operating within that 10-12 frame range, i mess around with photo filters and the blur tool to both make hood!jason disappear and make robin!jason appear. this involved a heavy use of the "accented strokes" setting in the filter gallery and smudging and blurring until they looked how i wanted them to, which is to say, rather silly.

here's red hood vanishing:

and here's robin appearing:

there are a few additional versions of these, but i think you get the idea. these are all the bits and bobs, and i just have to lay them out in the timeline in order to get the transition as i'd like it to be.

so i start with jason as hood, and then i move through the timeline and click and unclick the little eye to view them. this is also a heavy process; this gif has about twenty layers, and i'm revealing/hiding each one individually. that is actually not as bad as it could be; one of the poison ivy gifs i've published has about 600 layers that i did that with, and i have a green arrow gif with about 800 layers and 70 frames that i didn't even end up publishing because i wasn't happy with it. c'est la vie.

the end product should look something like this:

which, when played at 0.1 second delay and looped, looks like this:

part four: in conclusion...

i recognize this "guide" is messy and skips over quite a bit, but that's because every gif really is its own beast. i am very familiar with trial and error, and with trashing things that don't end up working out. each gifset takes me about 10-12 hours, depending on complexity, without even counting the time to track down panels or read the comics themselves.

if you want to start with something simple, i suggest animating text bubbles. all you have to do for those is erase them from the background and then drop them back in over the top for about 0.5 or 01 seconds apiece for readability. this gif of mia, for example, was just isolating her from her background, creating a new background from a different panel, and then flipping the text on and off. it's got five frames on a 0.5-second delay.

basically... fuck around and find out. a lot. once you know how the gif timeline works and how to hide/reveal layers, the world is your oyster, because that's all this is.

again, i know this is messy and all over the place, but i hope it helps! have a little fun with it, and don't be afraid to mess up. it's fun either way. <3

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sheliesshattered · 4 months

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New sewing project

I just realized that I haven't taken any pictures of my new sewing project -- while I'm sitting here wearing the nearly finished dress, lol. That's how quickly it's come together, which is just wild after all the months I spent on the last dress I made.

I'll take some pictures in the daylight tomorrow, but I figured I'd document a little of the process now, before getting back to work and getting the sleeves on. Also there's matching pants, and those just need their waistband casing and ankle cuffs and they'll be done too.

Oh yeah, and the fabric only arrived like three days ago. xD

The motivation behind this project was to sew something for wearing around the house during the winter -- something cozy for these darker months when all I feel like wearing is long witchy dresses and cozy layers. I don't have any costuming events to plan for, and this is a dress I've really wanted the last few years, so Jack encouraged me to actually draft the pattern and get the thing made so I can start wearing it already.

The concept is a cozy winter dress in a sort of pseudo cotehardie look -- maybe more Victorian Pre-Raphaelite medievalism than anything that would work at an SCA event, but in that sort of direction. I have just enough of a wool allergy to make wearing it next to my skin completely unbearable, and since I'm not trying for historical accuracy, I can really use any fabric I want. I prefer to use only natural fibers (or synthetics made from natural fibers, like rayon and viscose) in my wardrobe whenever possible, and I knew I wanted this dress to be heavy, warm, and soft inside.

After a bunch of searching around online, I found a 100% cotton sweatshirt fleece weighing in at about 7oz per square yard. I ordered a sample of the charcoal gray color, which turned out to actually be more of a slate blue-gray, but that suited me just fine. The sample washed and dried well, and stayed soft inside without pilling, so I knew I had a winner. That just meant I had to actually draft a pattern to match what I was thinking. I pinned a bunch of things on Pinterest, all kind of revolving around this sort of look:

I thought about using a typical cotehardie pattern with triangular skirt gores, but since I knew I didn't want any sort of closures, lacings or otherwise, and because I was going to be working with a stretch knit, I decided I didn't want to try to mess with the accurate historical way of making dresses like these and just stick with a tried and true princesses seam pattern that I know fits me.

So I ended up adapting my pattern for Rhaenyra's red dress to draft this one. I kept the basic 10 panel shape, but drafted out the center front seam, and added some height to the tops of the sleeves so I can properly set them in (rather than lacing them on with some shoulder showing). I raised the neckline in the back to the nape of the neck, and rounded both the back and front necklines, rather than the V-shape of the Rhaenyra dress.

I also added a tiny amount, like 2mm, to each seam from the waist up, so that I could pull the whole thing over my head and not have to worry about a zipper. And I widened the skirts a bit from the hips down, since I'm not trying to replicate a screen-used look, and so I could have even more swish in the skirt. The wider skirts (and heavier fabric) also allowed me to put invisible pockets on the side-front seams, which the Rhaenyra dress really couldn't handle.

I also decided to draft some matching pants to wear underneath the dress, for those days when I really can't get warm. I used a pajama pants pattern that I drafted last year, widened the legs a bit so they're straight up and down, and raised the waistline a tiny bit so I can put a wider piece of elastic into it. I also drafted out the side seam pockets, since the dress itself will have pockets. I may yet go back and add welt pockets to the back of the pants, but we'll see.

The pajama pants I based the pattern on generally fit pretty well, but the only problem with them is that they're so wide at the ankle that they like to creep all the way up to my knee at the slightest provocation and leave my lower leg rather cold. Since these fleece pants will be even wider, and since the point of this is to be warm and cozy, I knew I wanted the ankle to come in nice and close. But I also didn't want to gather the lowest edge, since the fabric is so heavy.

After looking around at a bunch of pictures and patterns online, I figured what the hell, I know what I'm doing, and these are really only going to be worn under the dress (or other long skirts) anyhow, so even if they end up weird looking, who cares. With a bunch of math I drafted two extra pattern pieces that basically form a 3/4 skirt for the bottom of each pant leg, with the 'waist' of the 'skirt' around my ankle, and the circumference sewn to the end of the pant leg. The result is fluffy and round and ridiculous, but I think will suit my needs quite well.

Once I had all of my pattern pieces drafted, I laid them out on the floor at half the 64" width of the fabric, and then measured how much length I would need, rounding up a little for the ~5% shrinkage that happens when the fabric is washed. I placed my order just over a week ago, on December 9th, and it arrived -- all 6 yards and 5 pounds of it -- on this past Thursday, the 14th.

I washed and dried it on Friday, then started cutting out all the pieces (26 in total, for the dress and the pants) that afternoon. I'd also ordered cotton thread in a coordinating color, and that didn't arrive until yesterday afternoon, by which point I had most of the pieces cut out. Last night I pinned as many of the seams as I could and this morning I wound a bobbin and tested out my tension and stitch length on a scrap piece of fabric and then got straight to sewing.

To say this came together faster than the last dress would be a massive understatement, lol. The Rhaenyra dress is two layers of silk, both of which wiggled around and refused to stay on grain, frayed easily, and needed all the raw edges finished and fully enclosed. This winter fleece dress is shaped nearly identically, but the fleece fabric doesn't fray at all, doesn't slip and slide when I cut it, and generally has a pretty easy to find grainline. The only piece that gave me any trouble was the center front, since it doesn't have a straight outer edge to align with the knit, and for that one I just thread-traced straight down the canyon between two lines of knitting, and then lined up the center of the pattern piece with that, easy peasy.

So after three days of actual cutting and sewing, I am sitting here in something that is decidedly dress-shaped, and wonderfully warm and soft and cozy. I still need to attach the sleeves, tack down the pockets, and then hem the sleeve ends, neckline, and skirt hem, but I'm feeling like I might actually be able to accomplish most of that tomorrow.

For the pants I need to sew on the ankle cuffs and turn under the waist casing and add elastic, both of which should be pretty quickly done. I should be able to have both done by the middle of this week, I think, unless something major comes up, with work or otherwise. We've got a big rainstorm coming in this week, after a few warm days, and winter solstice on Thursday, so it would be lovely to actually be able to wear this by then.

My long-term plan for this dress, besides just wearing it around the house all winter long, is to make other pieces to layer over top of this, both for fashion and for function, sideless surcoats and vests and aprons and such. I might end up making a second fleece dress out of another color eventually, but even then I would want all the pieces to be interchangeable.

The look I'm going for is something I haven't seen anywhere else, but I'm thinking of it as sort of medieval cottagecore, or practical 14th century historybounding, all influenced by Pre-Raphaelite paintings and my own take on mori kei and strega fashion. Layers and long full skirts, body-skimming through the torso but not tight, practical and functional but still witchy and a bit unusual, all in natural fibers and the colors most commonly found in my closet already.

I'll take some photos of the dress in progress in the daylight tomorrow, and more pictures later in the week once it's finished. Provided I can actually talk myself into taking off the nearly-finished dress, which has been so very cozy and comfortable while I've typed up all of this, lol.

#my sewing #winter fleece dress #solstice dress #2023 mood #historybounding #14th century historybounding #medieval cottagecore #medievalism #cotehardie #sorta #pictures in this post are all sourced from Pinterest #many thanks to the creators for inspiring me in this wonderful and ridiculous project!#RRD cosplay #in that the pattern for this one is descended from that one

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pivsketch · 1 year

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today's 45 minute work warmup was this pleasant architecture photo from gord.cook on instagram. it was nice working off something besides a fisheye landscape from mapcrunch. missed a few spots that needed that darker floor colors on it, but im ok w/ where we stopped here. with more time i think i would just start painting over everything, polishing out the lines, and gettin all the texture in. all the fun time-intensive stuff

i actually enjoyed working on this one a lot more than the previous ones, maybe its because i incorporated more "tools and techniques"? discussion about that and a timelapse video under the cut:

i started using a thirds grid "out of laziness" recently but honestly? i think i dig it a lot. the grids i used on many of the previous environment studies were really dense (csp has a max grid size of 1000 pixels... wtf) and i think that mightve actually made it harder to place things in the space. i definitely get much less distracted with the comparatively looser rule-of-thirds grid, and i dont get too stressed out/obsessed about placing everything EXACTLY correct (this was a huge problem and i couldnt figure out how to stop). things actually end up matching pretty close to the source photo in the end, anyway, so its a win-win kind of result

oh yeah, unfortunately CSP doesn't have a percentage setting for the grid like photoshop does (it really really bothers me because i used that a lot, idk, maybe i should send in a feature request or something). i looked into this a while back and found the best you can do to get a 33.33% division grid is to set up an auto-action that'll generate a 3x3 comic page panel layout with no gutters on your canvas. its not dynamic so youd have to reapply it if you crop your canvas differently, and its a layer so you have to deal with that, but hey! better than nothing. and it works pretty dang well despite that.

to get all those straight lines i maxed out post correction on my brush, which reduces every brush stroke to a flat line that goes from the start of the stroke to the end. i think it feels cozier than using a line tool or the shift line-snap thing, because you get a liiiiittle bit of pen pressure out of it. plus, removes the temptation to hold shift and snap it 90 degrees. those funky little off-kilter angles add character, or whatever. this was one of those things that i knew you could do but i never actually used it-- now that i have, i understand its utility. i'll definitely be using it anytime i need to draw a lot of hard surfaces now

#ref studies

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megacarapa · 5 months

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Which tutorials did you find for your gif?? It looks so pretty!

hey thanks anon! how do i say this. the difference between the two gifs isnt really thanks to any tutorial it was just me messing around with the colors in photoshop for the first time, heres the settings i used: brightness +26, contrast +40, vibrance +77

i need you to understand that im a total noob so i have no idea if theres any like standard procedure gifmakers use for making their gifs look so cool, im still figuring it out, the colored gif looks nice on my computer but when viewing on my phone it looks way brighter, i wouldnt say it looks bad but it was something i didnt expect

in case youre interested in gif tutorials just in general here is a few i learned from - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

a lot of these tutorials cover the same ground but i figure if youre interested to learn its good to learn from many sources, but i also dont really follow any of these exactly to a T, i figured out my own way as i learned and ill continue to figure it out

the biggest variety in these tutorials is what program they use to capture the video in the first place, most of these do it by taking screencaps of each frame one by one and i HAVE made a gif like a that a few times by now but i prefer just rendering the part i want to gif in sony vegas and then importing the video to photoshop with file>import>video frames to layers and then cutting down on the frames as is shown in the 2nd link, ive found i like this method but i dunno! maybe theres a reason everyone recommends to take screenshots?? maybe gifs from screenshots look way better idk man im still figuring it out LETS LEARN ABOUT GIFS TOGETHER🫴

also some of these go way more in depth than i am comfortable to even think about yet like in the fifth one when they started pulling out the graphs and charts i was out GDHSBFKF

this got way longer than i was expecting so hopefully i managed to say something helpful in here, its always fun to learn new things, i wish you good luck!

#if you🫵 are reading this and are a gifmaker and think you can give some good advice by all means please take over my post #asks #anon #long post #the main thing i still want to learn is how the hell people make these amazing lomg gifs with lots of action and stuff flying around and #still manage to keep it under 10mb PLS #UHHHHHHJHHGJJHH #*LONG #IM STRUGGLING SO HARD TO MAKE A GIF THATS SET BY A LAKE SO THERES A LOT OF FRAMES OF WATER MOVING AND IDK #IN WHICHEVER WAY I RENDER IT IT ALWAYS LOOKS KINDA SHIT TO ME BUT ILL FIGURE IT OUT HOPEFULLY #thanks for reading but also dont ever listen to me i am always talking out my ass

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lucky-clover-gazette · 1 year

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Top 5 novels(or series)? 👀

i miss being a bookseller and talking about books irl so this ask makes me super happy! also this is going to be long and i apologize in advance

beauty queens by libba bray

my favorite book of all time. i read it WAY too young, like in 2011 at age 12, and it massively influenced my awareness of the world, personal philosophy, sense of humor, and creative identity. beauty queens is an ahead-of-its-time ya satire novel about teenage girls getting stuck on a deserted island and going feral (positive connotation).

it features a well-balanced main cast of about a dozen diverse young women, including the first trans character i ever encountered (because i read the book pretty young, it's actually how i found people can be trans at all). while this character's execution does include a few now-questionable tropes, she's written in incredibly good faith and i am so grateful for her being in this book. beauty queens also introduced me to perspectives from women of color, disabled women, and women from religious communities that i hadn't really gotten the chance to encounter in my bubble of a hometown. while the author is admittedly a cis white straight woman, she pours so much empathy and love and nuance into each individual beauty queen, and especially for 2011 i think she did a really good job.

in addition to All That Deep Meaningful Stuff, the book is like a james bond parody with a villain clearly meant to be sarah palin set in a hyper-capitalist satirization of america, characterized by super weird and out-of-the-box "commercial breaks." i describe it in my review as "weird, campy, tropey, and over-the-top," and warn that, "if you take everything very seriously, you will have trouble with this book."

my general creative philosophy is that art is at its best and most meaningful when you have no doubt anyone else could have made it. libba bray knows exactly what she wants to write, and she fucking does that, even if some people won't understand or enjoy it. the world is a better place because this book exists, which is true of everything on this list--but this deeply weird novel, seemingly lost to time, is my all-time favorite for a reason.

sharp objects by gillian flynn

gillian flynn is my favorite AUTHOR of all time. she wrote gone girl, sharp objects, and another lesser-known novel called dark places. sharp objects is a hard one to gush about without spoilers and/or triggers, but oh my god it is a masterpiece. its final line is my favorite final line in any media, ever. i am a huge lover of the domestic thriller genre, and while gone girl is more domestic thriller than sharp objects, i think this one is the better BOOK. huge trigger warning for self-harm if the title and cover aren't enough of a hint, but hoooo boy this book is the best kind of brutal

the illuminae files trilogy by jay kristoff & amie kaufman

these sci-fi ya thrillers are told entirely through transcripts, message logs, and other "found evidence" in a dossier meant to expose an evil corporation. the characters are clever and interesting, the conflict is layered, and there's some awesome space-horror a la alien movie. there's a love story and philosophical musings and wise-cracking idiot teenagers who i adore. there's a deranged ai and beautiful page layouts and the quote, "you have me. until the last star in the galaxy dies, you have me." these are great books for people who can't stand large chunks of prose, appreciators of comics and mixed-media storytelling, and the AUDIOBOOKS are like full-on radioplays with voice actors and sfx. all three novel hold their own while still feeling cohesive when read sequentially. so unique and so freaking cool

no exit by taylor adams

idiot college art student gets snowed in at a rest stop, realizes that someone is in the middle of trafficking a child and has to a) figure out who it is and b) stop them. this thriller is gory and fast-paced and darkly comedic and does the whole cat-and-mouse hero and villain thing that always lives in my head rent-free. it's gleefully violent and reminds me of films like kill bill and american psycho. i can't and won't spoil more but this book is so fun to read, especially if you enjoy media that doesn't take itself too seriously. the movie adaptation sucks and i'll be mad about it forever, especially because taylor adams comes from a screenwriting background and i doubt they let him touch the script. there's a thematically-relevant garfield clock and nail gun used several times as a murder weapon. in my storygraph review of this book, i summed up my love for it pretty well: "Sometimes a book just speaks to you. Probably not great that this one does it for me, but at least I had so much fun."

the stepford wives by ira levin

people discuss the stepford wives as a Cultural Concept, but i wish more people actually read the novella. it's really freaking good as a work of horror and satire. it's short, too. i've been dreaming up a stage adaptation for years.

other honorable mentions: the hunger games trilogy you know who wrote it, solutions and other problems by allie brosh, anya's ghost by vera brosgol, all of mary oliver's poetry, never saw me coming by vera kurian, in a dark dark wood by ruth ware, dead to her by sarah pinborough, annie on my mind by nancy garden

#asks #i am so pretentious i am so sorry i just get into Discussing Books Mode #txt

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divinespanking · 8 months

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Saw your weathered gogg. It looks really cool!!Do you have a post where you talk about how you weather your gunplas and what materials you usually use? I'd love to get into weathering myself but I'm a little lost. I love the rest of your guys too. Especially the custom painted ones!

Oh my god thank you so much! I don't usually think to take many wip pics but I can give you a rundown! The easiest way that I've found to start weathering and the first thing I did on the gogg was dry brushing. It's a technique where you get a bit of paint on a wide brush (typically old or cheap ones) and then wipe all the paint off on a paper towel. Then you lightly brush over the edges of the model, which leaves small streaks of paint that can look like various types of weathering depending on the paint you use.

To make it look like the paint has been scraped away I use tamiya metallic aluminum and to add dirt or mud I use Vallejo earth brown. The specific brands don't matter, as long as it's the type of color you want. Though I pretty much exclusively use acrylic paints because I don't want to deal with the fumes that enamel paints give off.

There are a lot of great tutorials out there on drybrushing and I think it's really fun because of how immediately the look of the model changes from clean to messed up. For a few years it was the only weathering technique I used and I was happy with the results.

After dry brushing I wanted to add more of a chipped and rusted look, so I used a sponge technique similar to this video:

https://youtu.be/dCFeubADBKg?si=pGq8dhCnd3Jr89wH

I went in with the aluminum. After that, I mixed the Vallejo brown with some red until I got an orange rusty color I was happy with. I tried doing a third layer with black like in that video but I didn't really like how it was working with the layers I had already made. I think I only put it on the feet.

After all of that, I used a tamiya weathering master set with a rust color. I had never used one before, but it's very similar to a makeup pallet. You apply streaks of color with a sponge brush and wipe off the excess. I used a rust color. It unfortunately didn't pop much given the colors of the model itself, but I'm excited to experiment with it in the future.

What I have found to be very good advice for weathering is to think of it as a kind of storytelling. Every scratch, chip, and smear that you add got onto the suit somehow, and thinking about that can help direct where and how you apply weathering. When I'm adding mud I try to think of what parts come into contact with the ground. When I use metallic color to make the paint looked scraped, I try to think of what direction the friction was applied in.

When I was working on the Gogg, I had the idea that it had went out into combat where it used its claws to rip apart an enemy, and then it came back to its hangar that had a pool that opened to the sea. Then that base was destroyed in a surprise attack, and the Gogg sat abandoned next to seawater for several years, rusting in the wet and salty air before being recovered by somebody.

Now that's more thought than I've put into any of my other efforts at weathering, so don't feel like you need to write a short story or anything. But this helped me decide what to do with the model. I dry brused the claws more than the rest to show that they had torn something apart. Then I went ham with the rust to simulate years of neglect.

Weathering was my gateway into doing custom stuff with gunpla and I'd definitely recommend it! I try not to be too strict about following techniques I see online. I think every tutorial that has given me great ideas has also included things I wouldn't want to do myself.

Sorry that I took a while to respond! Your message was so nice and I wanted to make sure I answered your questions as well as I could. I hope this was helpful and I'm glad to answer any follow ups!

#gunpla #ask #my builds #kinda

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twelverose · 2 years

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neptune tides and lemon skies

After witnessing what hell could be, a vacation is in order. And Rose realizes there's really nothing in the world she wants to change between them.

Rating: Gen

Paring: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

WC: 2.1k

A/N: Takes place after the satan pit.

i will mention this is an established relationship sorta deal going on between them. but also they don't know what to call each other when someone asks their relationship. its at that point. also the science in this fic is total bullshit. sorry science people if thats impossible. its doctor who so really i can create new science if i want

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The Doctor was finally taking Rose on a much needed holiday. This time he made sure it wasn’t a resort planet. Every time he tried to take her to one of those, they had the tendency of having to save the day. There wasn’t much relaxation to be found in sorting out the chaos caused by their heroics. So instead, he took her to a planet not too different from Earth.

It was in a galaxy only 12.9 light years away from the Milky Way. The planet was old, almost as old as his home planet. Pretty similar to it as well. Also pretty similar to Earth.

"If you put it on a scale, it would be almost in the middle," He insisted, "Leaning towards your home by an extra ten percent, I'd say."

Rose didn't really care who's planet it was more like. It was beautiful. Shining and glimmering in ways she couldn't describe. It felt like she was walking in a world created by technicolor. With the deep and vibrant blue of the water contrasted against the sky on the horizon. The only Earthly comparison she could come up with was a Van Gogh painting. Textures and colors popping and catching the eye to show the smallest details. A major detail, though, was the sky wasn’t blue. It was a bright yet gentle yellow. The Doctor explained as the sun set, it would turn into a violet color then a normal night sky shade.

"There's gases in the ocean that make it a similar color to the Neptune in your solar system. A long explanation. But I'll tell you this galaxy is one that founded life as you humans know it. The carbon compounds and all."

She wasn't paying much attention to what he had to say, he didn't seem to take offense to that either. They just took it all in. Walking hand-in-hand, the Doctor carrying Rose’s bag as he led them to a resort. She thought back on earlier as they passed a bright orange shop.

“No saving the day necessary. I think the Tardis owes us that at the very least.” He promised. Turning a dial on the console so the ship shook gently. Like she was as tired as her two passengers. Ready for rest.

He was still wearing the orange space suit. Rose wanted nothing more to tear it off of him. Not in any sexual way, but she wanted to make sure it really was him. In the pinstripe suit layered so deeply to hide how scrawny this body was. She settled for wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing an ear against his chest to hear the drumming of his hearts.

“I promised you it would come back in one piece.” He said before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

They were both still in one piece. Despite how close they came to falling apart. They were here, surrounded in color she was lucky enough to see. She was lucky enough to still have his hand in hers.

The resort was smaller than she expected. Not that she was complaining. It was family owned and passed down through generations. Luxurious with a sense of modesty. It didn’t make her feel like she was out of place. It made her feel safe.

They made it into their room quickly. A flash of the psychic paper and charming grin from the Doctor had them on the top of a list that was booked for the next two years. He handed Rose her bag so she could slip into the ensuite and change. She wasn’t sure what exactly was in it. Opting for the Tardis to pack her bag so she could take a nap on the jumpseat while the Doctor ran diagnostics. She didn’t want to let him out of her sight. She had a feeling that panic would set in her chest if she strayed too far from him for the next few days.

The Tardis had done perfect for her- like always. Ready for her day of relaxation to begin, the first thing Rose was going to do was to lay out by the pool and get some form of a tan. Then they could venture down to the beach. The Doctor could continue his lecture on the ocean's chemicals while they walked down the shore. Maybe they could swim. She wasn't sure on the rules of everything here yet. But they would be poolside through the morning, if not the afternoon. He made no complaints. Happy to let her be in charge of what’s going to happen for the weekend.

“You staying in school boy chic while I lay out?” She asked, eyeing his suit.

He looked down at himself, as if he was just now noticing his wardrobe, “Oh, I'll figure it out.”

“Okay,” She drew out the last letter while grabbing the things she would need. Then put on sunglasses before slipping her hand into his and leading them to the terrace with an infinity pool.

It wasn’t crowded, but it was busy. Busy enough for Rose to feel silly, leading a man in a suit to a pair of lounge chairs while she only wore a cover-up. The Doctor didn’t seem to notice. He was rambling on about the planet's cultures and celebrations. Barely faltering when she slipped off her cover up and asked him to help put sunscreen on her back. She pretended not to notice his change in tone and the way his eyes were glued to her for a few minutes. She'd probably be stuck doing the same if he was so stubborn about his damn suits.

The lull of his voice and distant sound of the ocean was enough to quiet the anxieties in her mind. The breeze was enough to keep her at a comfortable temperature despite being directly under the sun. As the Doctor continued his lecture, she hummed in response when prompted. More focused on the way the yellow sky left colors on her closed eyelids. When he realized the state of mind she was in, he stayed quiet. She was tempted to open her eyes when his chair creaked and she couldn’t really feel his presence. But her body was so sunken into the moment, she was certain he would be back.

She was right. Grinning up at him when he pressed a drink into her hand. He looked silly, sipping on the tropical drink topped with a stereotypical umbrella. But the way the sunlight lit him from behind made him look just as beautiful. The tips of his messy hair glowing like a halo and his proud grin disarming her from anything that could possibly happen in this moment.

“Banana flavored rum!” He said as he sat back down, “Hints of mango and pineapple. Best fruits in the universe!”

Rose snorted and took a long sip of the drink. Eventually closing her eyes again since he wasn’t blocking the sun anymore. He started shuffling in the lounge chair next to her. She imagined that he was elbow deep in his interdimensional pockets searching for what she assumed was a book.

It took quite a while, but when he let out a triumphant “Ah-ha!”- she knew he would be kept busy for the next thirty minutes. If she was lucky.

“Rose?” he prompted

She hummed.

“Do you want to have dinner at that diner later?”

“Whatever you want, Doctor.”

He seemed happy with her response. Returning to whatever he had brought to entertain himself. She was more than happy to lay out in the sun and learn to photosynthesize. Rose didn’t have the ability to think too deeply. She wondered if there was something up with the chair or the drink that made her so ready to be relaxed.

She’s sure there was something inhibiting her anxieties. The Doctor probably told her already. But she was happy with whatever it was.

After a while, Rose shifted onto her stomach. Losing her sunglasses in the process and using an extra towel to cover her head instead. She could’ve fallen asleep like that. Then she heard the Doctor chuckle. She was almost certain that it was at her make-shift shade. Still it could have been whatever was keeping his attention so occupied. She was curious to as to what it was. Especially since he hadn’t even tried explaining what he was doing to her.

She cared about him and the fun he was having. But she was also in desperate need of another nap. So she decided to satisfy her curiosity later and try to get some rest now. Lord knows what night life this place had and how the Doctor planned on dragging her into it.

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Rose woke up in the same position she’d fallen asleep in. She could tell that the sun was a little higher in the sky by the change in temperature alone. Also could tell that time had passed by the fact that the Doctor was starting to mumble to himself. She felt a series of chills and involuntarily shuddered. She realized that it was his hand causing it. She let out a sigh- her curiosity finally getting the best of her- and maneuvered the towel to where she could get a glimpse of him.

The first thing she noticed was The Doctor had been wearing swim trunks underneath his pinstripes. They were the same shade of Tardis blue as her bikini. Her eyes trailed up his bare stomach and chest and to his face as his fingers drifted up and down her spine. He wasn’t even looking at her. Too enamored with the beat up book in a language she didn’t recognize. His eyes scanned the text with a small smile. His glasses perched on the tip of his nose. His freckles stood out against the rosiness on cheeks caused by the heat. The only coherent thought running through her mind was he's so beautiful.

She couldn’t help the chillbumps that continued to form despite the heat.

So in return, Rose reached out and trailed her nails up the forearm that was holding his book up. He smiled down at her, eyes twinkling as he dropped the book against his stomach. She wanted nothing more than for him to lean down and kiss her. Nothing deep or passionate. Just a kiss.

They probably looked like a couple, she realized. Not just probably- definitely. The way he carried her stuff, got her the drink. They helped each other with sunscreen. And now here they were, he was scratching her back as she napped. The casual comfort of it all, no thought in either of their words or movements. She imagined that’s what the others at the pool were thinking. If it wasn’t their actions, the matching bathing suits were sure to make it look like there was something going on.

Hell, if they had their normal amount of energy they could’ve been mistaken for newlyweds. Instead, they were a couple that’s been together for ages. Who still had that spark.

The air in Rose's chest was taken from her in an instant. It was normally the life threatening, death defying moments they had that made her realize how much she really loved him. How desperate she was to stay with him. But the quiet times? The ones they rarely got no matter how hard they tried? She had a feeling she should appreciate them more. Especially after what they saw.

That's when his lips met hers and she couldn't stop her grin. He mumbled something along the lines of "Good morning, sleepy." before sitting back up and returning to his book.

They were together. She was certain of that. There were no labels necessary. Even if she wanted to call him something more than the Doctor. Even if she wanted to talk about what they’ve been doing, how they’ve been acting, what everyone else sees in them. None of that mattered. Not between the two of them. When it came down to it, they were the Stuff of Legends. He said so himself. The Doctor and Rose Tyler. The pair with a spark that couldn’t go out. That’ll light universes forever.

They spent so much time together she was afraid it would kill him if they were torn apart forever. Cause she was certain that it would turn her into something unimaginable.

Rose fought back her worries. Leaving them for a later time. In the time and place where the weight of worlds was back on their shoulders. But that wasn't now. She let herself sink back into the warmth of the sun. Let the tingle of the circles the Doctor was drawing on her back slow her breathing. She let herself rest. Even with the feeling that her heart was about to jump out of her throat with declarations she wasn’t ready for. Even with the feeling that he was experiencing something just the same. They deserved this time. This moment.

The Doctor and Rose Tyler having a moment of peace with each other.

#tenrose #tenth doctor/rose tyler #timepetals #doctor who #dw #dw fic #rose tyler #tenth doctor #doctorrose #im late for work posting this but. i have priorities #vincent writes #.txt

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otakugoddes · 2 years

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🎭Day 3= Little Masks of Horrors (Koushi Sugawara)🎭

DAY 3= LITTLE MASKS OF HORRORS (Koushi Sugawara)

Gender neutral Reader

Warnings: Pre-Timeskip! Mentions of cannibalism, jumpscare, unspecified relationship.

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"(Name)! (Name)! Check out these cool masks!" Koushi came running up to you during lunch, holding two creepy looking masks, one with messed up makeup and the other a half broken "covered" mask with red eyes.

"Those are cool! Where'd you get them?" You took the broken mask and put it on your face.

Koushi grinned, sitting opposite you, "The Art Club just made these for halloween! They have different mould of masks, and they just added things on them!"

You were intrigued.

"Let's go check it out!"

Walking down the hall, you both stopped at the Art Club room where it was messier than normal.

Paint, glitter, sequins, buttons, ribbons and brushes lay amok everywhere.

It looked like someone threw up a art supply set. It was beautiful.

One of the students, an underclassmen who you were acquainted with came up to you and smiled, "Hey Senpai! You came to check out the cools masks?"

"Actually! I was wondering, if I could make one too...or is it only art club exclusive?" You asked, next to you, Koushi's eyes widened comically, "So that's why you wanted to check out the art club?"

You nudged him, "Yeah! Besides...look at all the art supplies they have!"

"You're not in the art club, dummy!" He flicked your forehead, "You can't just barge in and ask them to let you join!"

Your underclassmen however looked suddenly excited, "You want to make masks too, Senpai?"

When you confirmed he smiled, a girl who you also knew (a senior like you) waved you over, "You'd be a big help! We're making these masks for the school even to raise funds, so by all means...if you want!"

You gave Koushi a smug look, he rolled his eyes, "You'd really waste our break time to be doing this?"

"Its your fault for showing me the masks in the first place!"

He shrugged, "Fair point!

A confused look then crossed your face, "If they need to sell these masks at the school event, why'd they give you one?"

The girl looked up from her work, recognizing the missing masks.

"I just found these on my desk! When I asked about them, someone said the art club made them!" Koushi put his hands up in faux surrender, not wanting to be accused of stealing the masks.

"No...those masks were taken from the room, I don't know by whom though!" She responded.

You shrugged, that whole ordeal was none of your business anyway.

So you sat down in the corner of the room with some supplies, taking a blank white mask and deciding what to paint on it.

Koushi sat next to you, doing the same thing, pretty soon he took the paintbrush and started lathering the mould an ugly mossy green color.

You raised a brow in amusement, "Are you trying to paint the hulk or a swamp creature?"

He rolled his eyes at you, "Shush! Focus on your own mask!"

You did.

Both of you were so focused on the masks that you barely noticed the club members leaving, and because you two were so tucked away in the back of the room, they locked the room. Leaving you both inside with the creepy new masks.

In that time while Koushi took a nap because you took a bit too long with your masks that he fell asleep.

Only to be woken up by you gently prodding him, "Kou? Koushi!"

When he didn't immediately answer you, you got irritated and purposefully poked his sides hard.

"Suga! Koushi! Koushi!" You said in a sing song tone, despite there being a layer of panic behind it too.

"Oh my god what?!" He groggily glared at you

"We're locked in the classroom!"

He sat up in panic, "What?! For how long!"

You looked down at your watch, "About 15 minutes now!"

He stood up and ran over to the door, trying to get the very clearly locked door open by fiddling with the handle.

"Its locked!"

"Obviously!"

"You're not making the situation any better with your sarcasm!"

You chuckled and lay calmly on the floor, he was so confused as to how you were so nonchalant about this while situation. Call him superstitious or dumb or watching and believing all those high school themed horror movies, but this was how most teenagers got in trouble.

Being locked in a room.

"This is starting to freak me out! Where's your phone?" He asked, you showed to him the black screen of your dead phone.

"Are you kidding me?"

You stood up and walked over to him, his back was turned to you as he hunched over the table.

"Its gonna be okay! Nothing bad is going to happen...," your hands on his sides really helped his anxiety right now until your voice distorted, "To me anyway!"

He turned to face you as your cold hands pinned his wrists down and trapped his body between yours and the table.

Behind you, the other masks seemed to come alive and hound him in the hair, chating in raspy tones, "Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast!"

You giggled, trailing a finger down his jaw to his throat, your fingernails now talons.

"Human flesh...human flesh...human flesh!" The masks cackled above him.

He also shrieked at the sight of the mask he painted on your face, the ugly mossy mask bow realistic and lifelike where its glowing red eyes replaced yours and a mouthful of canines replaced your smile.

"Time to feast!" You cackled.

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"Suga! Suga! Kou! Koushi Sugawara!" He heard his name and snapped awake.

"Huh?"

He found himself looking at you. You with your cute/pretty/handsome/gorgeous normal face.

You giggled as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and trying to compose himself after that nightmare, "Are you okay? You look a little shaken up!"

He nodded, looking down at the perfectly normal masks in your lap.

"Just had a little dream is all! That mask possessed you and you tried to eat me!" He mumbled under his breath.

You raised a brow, "Eat you? Dude! Do I look like a cannibal?"

He gave you a look that wasn't a yes but it wasn't a no either, "The way you acted in my dream, you said I was pretty tasty!" While his tone was sarcastic, he was still visibly shaken up up this disturbing dream.

You pretended to consider his words, "Well I mean you do look exquisite, but human flesh is not my taste!"

He huffed and walked away from you, you followed with a laugh, he noticed how you two were the only ones in the club room.

"Oh, Mino said we should lock up!" You said.

He looked down at the masks on the table, you picked him and he held out his hand, "Let's go please!"

You nodded, taking the key to lock up, but not before stuffing one of the masks into your bag.

Koushi waited at the stairs for you, smiling at you but still a bit tense.

"Let's go!" You said, kissing the back of his hand with a smirk as you walked out of the school.

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