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dokidokitsuna · 6 months

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Slowly, I think I’m getting a handle on this…I tried studying the character art from my favorite dead MMORPG, Maple Story 2, and I think it helped me find a style for the shading and rendering that’s more dramatic but still sort of cartoony.

Plus, I’ve been doing a bit of script writing, which always helps me figure things out. ^^ So please enjoy the additional work I’ve done on these character concepts.

-Between these two, Magolor definitely needed the most work: you can tell because I basically drew a full character design sheet, which is something I almost never do because I don’t like repetition. XP But it doesn’t feel repetitive when I’m totally lost to begin with. ^^; I think I got a little too abstract that first time I drew him, so my focus here was to figure out the specific shape of his body and rebuild outward from there. In stark contrast to my usual Magolor designs, he’s very tall and muscular, with an imposing silhouette (especially with his cape on). Yes, he IS hiding something under all those purple bandages, but we won’t talk about it today. ;)

-I also like that his outfit gets darker the further inside you go, from the solid white cape and glittering chains, to the silver armor and gray scarves, to the skintight navy blue fit underneath. Symbolism??? Perhaps~

-Blade’s design was already pretty solid, so I just adjusted her cape a little, and then dove straight into the Rainbow Malady concept art. ^^ Phase 1 has her sprout a second eye and wings on one side of her face. Her head catches fire, as the power of the Rainbow Sword attempts to ‘burn away the darkness’. In this phase, Blade is already in a lot of pain, but remains fully conscious and can even speak, when she isn’t coughing up multicolored blood. She can recover from this on her own with a day of rest. Phase 2 is much more serious, forcing her organs outside of her body, and growing star-shaped welts over the rest of her skin. At this point, she can no longer recover without Magolor’s help-- essentially, he uses magic to shove all her organs back where they belong and stitch up the open wounds. It’s like setting a bone after it’s broken-- just as painful as the injury itself (if not more), but necessary for proper healing…which takes about a week. Phase 3 is the last and worst, transforming her arms into elongated wings and her whole body into burning plasma, on top of all the issues from Phase 2. Thankfully, she can’t really remain conscious in this phase-- she’s usually delirious from fever, blood loss, and her brain literally burning away. ^^; Storywise, she needs about a month to recover from this, so she doesn’t use it too often…of course, as the 'player', you can put her through it as many times as you want. =T

-Fun fact, I guess: So the primary love language between these two characters is food. ^^ I was musing about what I could do with a protagonist arc centered around worsening illness (which is…surprisingly rare), and I thought, “so what do you do for sick people? You put them to bed, you manage their symptoms, you clean and comfort them…and most importantly, you feed them.” And then ^that little doodle basically came to me in a dream, and from there evolved the idea of Magolor showing kindness to Blade by cooking for her.

Most of the time, the little affection Magolor shows to Blade is…basically performative. Think of it like a hammy supervillain petting their cat-- it’s more of a character stim than anything else. ^^; The way Magolor talks to Blade (and especially the way he talks about her…) makes it clear that the hand-holding and headpats don’t mean much.

But on the other hand, giving Blade food and watching her cutely devour it, especially during the times when she’s bed-ridden and he doesn’t see her as often…I like to think that might genuinely endear her to him a little, enough to make it a sort of stand-out gesture. Like, if he strokes her forehead when she’s sick, that’s whatever; but when he spends 5 hours making a Maxim tomato consommé for her to eat, that’s him trying to say he cares. Maybe it’s just a tiny bit, maybe it’s just in that moment, but a small part of him truly wants her to be happy.

#i think the brain worms are gonna stop now that I’ve finally gotten this out #maybe I’ll try doodling some of the boss characters later on #kirby #gijinka #au #BLADE_Princess #magolor #dark matter swordsman

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jeojahari · 3 years

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03 | kiss it better | myg

🠒 summary: you're one of the lucky ones, everyone else tells you. finding your soulmate the day you turn 18 isn't something that happens to a lot of people... but you and your other half are going to have to make a lot of progress to be able to tolerate each other.

or, you and yoongi can feel everything the other feels, and you're hell bent on causing each other pain.

🠒 pairing: yoongi x reader

🠒 genre: angst, fluff, e2l!au, soulmates!au, college au, crack?

🠒 warnings: profanity, implied smut

🠒 word count: 1.9K

🠒 notes: Y'ALL i can't with you guys thank you so much oh my gosh 🥺❤️❤️ thank you so much for sticking with this! *is very honored and touched* hope you enjoy this chapter :D

also! from here on out i'm going to start putting in parts from yoongi's pov too so y'all can get an idea of what's going on in his head c:

also, just a little shout out to an anon whom i got a very comforting, uplifting message from... thank you so much anon! this part is going to be last-minute dedicated to you ❤️❤️

part 03: three roses

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Yoongi’s only met you two days ago, and yet he can’t get you off his mind.

“It’s probably just a soulmate thing,” his roommate tells him, typing away at his laptop — the paper is due in half an hour, and he is rushing to get it done. Procrastination has time and again proven to be a horrible habit, but he never does let go of it.. “Regardless of how you feel about her, the universe decides who you’re stuck with.”

“It’s not like that, Jin,” Yoongi groans. “I’m not saying I don’t ever want to be with her. I’m saying it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot, if she would just let it happen.”

Jin spins around on his chair, giving his friend a curious look. “What did you even say the first time you met her that made her hate you this much?”

“I, um.” Yoongi shifts around, suddenly aware of how cold he must have seemed to you that day, way before you turned eighteen and knew what the future was to hold. “Told her not to waste oxygen. And left.”

“Wow. So in a nutshell, you fucked up.”

“I did.”

“And she hates you for being an antisocial grump.”

“I’m not! But yes, she does.”

Jin proceeds to take another sip from his mug of (now cold) tea, deep in thought. “You gonna tell me who the mystery girl is?”

“Park Y/N,” Yoongi winces as he says your name, not liking the way it easily rolls off his tongue, or the kaleidoscope of butterflies it sets off in his stomach — or the way his heart seems to skip a beat at the thought of you. He doesn’t want it to, but what can he do? “You know, the one who rooms with Park Jimin from the arts department. They’re not related, though.”

“The Y/N who has an impossibly obvious crush on Jimin’s cousin? Taehyung, right?”

Yoongi chuckles, staring at the blank white wall. “I’m pretty sure there’s only one Y/N in this entire school, but yes. That’s her.”

“So you two don’t get along and she has a thing for another guy. Man, the universe really fucked up, didn’t it?”

“And you’re not helping right now,” Yoongi scoffs, scribbling down another abstract equation on his paper. “The goal is not to make her fall in love with me, dumbass.”

“But that’s precisely what the goal is! She falls in love with you, you date, get married, have kids, you know the deal. Happily ever after.”

“I think you’re forgetting the part about me not liking her at all.”

“That can change, can’t it?” Jin swivels around in his chair, eyes wide and hopeful. “What’s stopping you from falling head over heels for her a week or so from now? You two are already bound; it can’t be that hard.”

Yoongi presses his pen to the paper again, but a sharp stinging sensation makes him flinch backwards, curling his index finger inward. “Stupid,” he mutters, wincing. “Y/N seriously has a thing for giving herself paper cuts on the daily.”

“See?” Jin grins widely, feeling very accomplished for no reason at all. “You’re already worried about her well-being!”

“The only reason I even care is because I feel it too!” Seconds later, another twinge of pain comes, this time shooting through his head. “Ow,” he groans, frustrated. “Really? Are we seriously going back to this now? What’s she doing this time, banging her head on the wall to get on my nerves?”

Jin drains the rest of tea in one gulp, side-eyeing the shorter male from his spot at the desk. “Figure it out, my guy,” he says under his breath. Whether he likes it or not, he’s concerned about his friend — though he knows that if he brings it up, Yoongi’s only going to chide him for being so worried. “Second chances don’t come often. Don’t screw this one up.”

The study group meets again (is this a daily thing now?), and much to Yoongi’s surprise, you’re there without fail, squeezed in between Jimin and another guy he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. As Taehyung grabs his hand and yanks him down onto the bench, he notices the slightly pissed off glare you send him, too tired to return one of his own.

No one speaks, and it’s strange. It’s awfully awkward; usually Taehyung and Jungkook would be arguing over something stupid, and there would be yelling… but now, there is only complete silence, save for the rustling of pages and the occasional cough from Namjoon.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers from his left after a few minutes, nudging his elbow as a greeting. “How come you’re not sitting with Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you two supposed to be together?” Ah, right. Once again, Yoongi curses fate’s horrible decision making skills, sending another why me? plea to the heavens.

“It’s fine,” he brushes it off instead, sorting through his books. He’s trying not to look like it affects him, but he’s always been rather terrible at hiding his frustration. “She has Jimin and that other dude anyways.”

Jungkook doesn’t look convinced. In fact, he sees right through the half-hearted lie. “You want to sit next to her,” he deduces quickly. “But you’re not. You two fought or something?”

“What would you know,” Yoongi mutters, irritated. “Of all people.”

Jungkook frowns slightly, but the merry twinkle doesn’t leave his eyes, the trademark of a person who’s just happy to live life. “What do you mean? I’m very experienced in these things, I’ll have you know.”

“Right, because fucking a different girl each night is your way of showing off your expertise.”

“Yoongi, I’m trying to help you. You two aren’t the best at covering up; we know you hate each other’s guts,” he sighs. “You need to talk to her, patch it up, do something—”

“Shut up,” Yoongi snaps sharply, thoughts distorted. His cantankerous mood is rising now, only worsening with every word he hears. “Shut up, Jungkook. You don’t fucking know anything.” His voice is loud enough to catch the attention of everyone else at the table, and he’s well aware of your worried eyes on him. “Stop trying to educate me on this bullshit called romance when all you fucking do is sleep around!”

The weight of his words hit Jungkook hard, and it’s written all over his face, shock and something like sorrow in his expression. Yoongi regrets it as soon as he says it, immediately wishing he could take it all back — but he doesn’t, because the anger, the pain, the empty, hollow feeling of having his soulmate near but unable to love her… it’s eating away at him.

Then he hears your voice, soft and gentle in contrast to his own, and it almost grounds him, calms the storm inside his head. Almost, except for the fact that your words are just as harsh, stinging him far more than expected. “You’re such an asshole,” you say, giving him nothing but a stare he can’t comprehend.

“Y/N—”

“Jungkook can do what he wants; he’s an adult and he’s not harming anyone. His actions do not justify yours,” you spit, the resent clear in the way you speak to him.

Have you always hated him so much?

“And neither of us have been particularly great about this, but you had no right to say that to him,” you continue, glowering. The rest of the table just sits there as you talk, still processing what just happened. “You fucking jerk.”

There’s a lot Yoongi wants to say to you. Explain. Redeem himself. Apologize, maybe, if you’ll let him — but he knows you won’t. It’s one of the things he’s picked up on in two days; you won’t listen to reason when you’re pissed off, and right now you’re certainly in no position to hear him out.

“Okay,” he mutters instead, rising from his seat and earning a worried look from Taehyung. He gives you one last look before he forces himself to look away, your heated gaze burning into him. “I’ll leave first, then.”

Jungkook left almost immediately after, and the rest of the group quickly followed suit. Now, you’re cozied up on the couch with a cup of green tea while Jimin works on what he couldn’t finish earlier, sitting beside you.

“Well,” he breaks the silence. “At least now you know that he’s somewhat invested in whatever’s between you two, if Jungkook was trying to give him advice.”

“That’s just Jungkook being invested,” you grumble. “Not Yoongi. The guy doesn’t even look like he cares.”

“Do you?”

The question makes you stop and think. Do you? Do you care enough to try? Growing up, you’d so strongly believed that love was only ever a temporary thing; it never stayed long enough to blossom into something beautiful the way it was portrayed in the media. You had always been surrounded by the dark side of this seemingly magical emotion, listening to your mother’s crying late at night when she thought you were asleep, to the point where you’d sworn it off.

But something in you wants to question it. You want to shatter that ominous what if, throw off the shadows of your own childhood and grow into something more, be able to experience the magic firsthand.

And really, Yoongi’s a fucking asshole and you’re still mad at him. But one day… maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try. Give him a try, a chance.

Still, it’s a “no” that you answer Jimin with, lying through your teeth. He doesn’t say anything, just humming a single note in response, his right hand doodling something mindlessly on your skin with one of his black ink pens. When he pulls away a minute later, there are three dainty roses resting in the valley between your thumb and index finger, clustered together in a bunch.

You hate roses. They do nothing but remind you of the one thing that hurt you the most.

“You know,” he says after a while, “I think you’re being a bit childish about this whole thing. Y/N, you two are acting like you’re in some kind of high school drama. You say you don’t like him, but for what? His coffee addiction and his personality?”

“You’re just making it sound worse than it really is…”

“No,” he presses, turning to face you directly. “I’m serious. You’re my best friend and I want to see you happy. Not you screwing this all up. People have differences, it’s normal.”

“It’s not about that—”

Jimin takes your hand, tapping it twice and then rapping his knuckles against the side of your head. “Y/N, you wonderful idiot. You don’t hate him. You’re just desperately searching for reasons to hate him.” His eyes soften. “I know you don’t like this because of how your parents ended up, but not everyone's the same. You don’t have anything to be afraid of.”

“I—” You stop for a second, a bit on edge. “I don’t like this, Jimin,” you say truthfully. You’ve always known it was bound to happen someday, but… the way your heart races around Yoongi and aches when he’s away both bothers and excites you, afraid at the prospect of more but still tempted to see what the future holds. And you can’t decide on either one.

“There you go. What were you waiting for?” he laughs, bringing you in for a comforting hug. “Now you’ve just got to do something about it.”

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chibicalzones · 3 years

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what the characters of haikyuu smell like pt. 3

featuring: 𝐧𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐚, 𝐟𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢, and 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢

read part one and two!

DISCLAIMER: (just in case) this is my sister’s first impression on some of the boys so don’t take it too seriously!

warnings: touches on gender and sexuality at some parts.

post made by: alex 🍒 - ALSO I FIXED OUR ASK BOX AND SUBMISSIONS! i didn’t even realize they were disabled i apologize :c but yes, feel free interact with us!! maybe we shall open requests? or at least on my end hehe

— kuroo: nail polish

a strong aura

has a superiority complex but he knows bc he genuinely believes he’s better than everyone else

a cheater... in every way

wanted to be cool but then he created his own level of c00L B)

was popular - like the freshman that was friends with the seniors for nO reason

wears platform shoes

prefers vans over converse

drinks straight up expresso shots instead of coffee

uninterested in finding a relationship

(little does she know that this actually geeky science loving nerd is the loml so)

— kenma: wet fall leaves

tired of everyone’s bs

wanted peoples’ approval when he was younger but he’s grown out of that. already figured out it doesn’t matter

“i dont care if my roots grow in”

trans

hangs with the boys

shy

has a mysterious vibes

his old friend group kicked him out and is now a lone ranger

started playing volleyball to find friends and get his emotions out

has his own superiority complex because he wants to feel that he’s better than everyone else but he knows it’s unhealthy

acknowledges his own problems

likes edgar allan poe

— yaku: apple cocktail with vodka

mix of things: nice but also gets ticked off real easily

if he went to parties, he’d just be playing beer pong

has a girlfriend - one of the few things keeping him nice

doesn’t look he cares for people’s approval of him but he really does

B student

likes science but thinks astrology is stupid

jealous of vinnie hacker on tik tok

straight now but will become gay

— yamatoro: leather

grew up in a uhm... unfortunate place?

originally dyed his hair to look cool but went with the mohawk

people think he’s cool but just wants approval

single

dresses different than everyone else

but now since it’s becoming a trend, he’s really annoyed that he used to get bullied for it

had a michael jackson phase

likes edm

really bad at showing his emotions

pansexual

— lev: pool / chlorine

the kid that pushes you into the pool when you didn’t wanna be there in the first place

makes fun of you for watching anime but recently started watching it

grew up watching pokemon as a kid but he only liked team rocket

ALSO has a superiority complex

capricorn energy, moon in aries

actually dresses up scary for halloween

parents are sweet but he can be a bit of a meanie

had a toxic relationship with a woman... because he’s actually gay

— bokuto: gasoline

A CAR DUDE SKDJFSKDFJ

infatuated with cars

specifically owns a tesla in which his dad probably bought for him

spoiled as a kid

the popular kid

every popular person has at least dated him twice

everyone thinks he’s attractive

the class clown but may unintentionally make fun of people in the process

“iTs mEnTAL iLLnesS isN’T IT?”

has rich parents but at least he has morals!!!

but also might take your lunch money

taken, straight

changes girlfriends every two weeks

my sister basically thinks he’s your every day local fuckboi

— akaashi: burnt pasta

really trying his best

has good intentions but his execution’s either subpar or just awkward

likes science, specifically physics

really likes making paper airplanes and that’s how he flirts: he writes love notes and sends them your way

bad at showing emotions so he writes them

doodles and writes in class a lot

a transfer student

hasn’t had his first relationship yet

doesn’t like swimming but he likes pool floaties

knows how to play piano

straight... for now

— konoha: miso soup

a warn person

people who don’t know him are afraid to approach him but to people who are friends with him thinks he’s very comforting

hard on others because he’s hard on himself

has an arch nemesis that fights for his position

passive aggressive but means well

was bullied for the smallest reason... like he owned a spiderman lunch box in third grade

one guy stole his girl and his is SALTY

he’d be very startled if someone came up and hugged him

with that being said, his love language is acts of service

straight

— kita: ink

artistic

he does calligraphy

dabbles in spray paint

a bit conservative

enjoys watching skateboard falls, parkour gone wrong, etc.

cheated in elementary school

a- a bully

doesn’t let people get close to him

people don’t know what to think of him

rather good at things that people may not realize, but he really doesn’t care if they realize or not

prefers iced tea over lemonade

takes health very seriously and doesn’t drink soda

uses they/them and states he doesn’t need a relationship

but he’s had one in the past and that’s how he figured out

— osamu: cotton

a reliable person

doesn’t necessarily have a lot of friends but cherishes to make sure they feel appreciated

has a creative side

specifically sketches using pencil

likes movies and goes on movie dates

people like him for how forgiving he is

a hopeful person

has a realistic outlook on life

very practical

has several friends that are girls that think of him as an older brother

a lot of people like him but he he already has his eyes on set on someone

a closeted bi

— atsumu: butter beer

GEEK

a popular kid with a quirk

a marvel geek, his favorite superhero is the th3 classic iron man

likes girls who don’t wear a lot of makeup, also goes for bruh girls

genuinely a nice person

tries his best to be a approachable person but his geeky-ness gets in the way

has strange intentions?

puts a lot of thought into what he does but does it in a not-so-logic way

needs guidance

questioning life

is NOT like his brother

wants people to like him but he portrays himself weirdly

also questioning his sexuality

takes a gap year before college because he doesn’t know what he wants to do yet

— suna: battery acid

“there’s a potency to his presence”

takes all AP classes

does things for himself but he’s not that full of himself

wants to make it far in life

he doesn’t know what he wants to do but he knows he wants to make a difference in the world

always chooses to pick up trash for volunteer work

likes math because it’s straightforward

his dream significant other is someone just like him: he needs someone to care for him and soften him up

people say he’s intimidating but his friends say otherwise

into alternative rock

he would dress the way he wanted if he didn’t get bullied :(

pan and single

𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬!

— sakusa: the inside of a missionary

overwhelmed by his own thoughts but whatever he thinks, stays there

not much of a talker

he tutors people in math and science

reads a lot of fanfic

has a famous tumblr account - swashbuckler26 and posts abstract and contemporary art

desperately wants to graduate

wanted to become a doctor until he actually started researching

now wants to be an artist

owns peacocks

he has one best friend because they share the same interests but that leads them to argue a lot

goes by they/them and doesn’t care for a relationship

asexual

this is the last part but i’m sure i missed some :/ if you guys have any other characters that you would like her to react to, lmk! hopefully i’ll be able to write for them soon!!! - alex 🍒

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imagineclaireandjamie · 4 years

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Shielded: Chapter Six; Spring Watch.

Anonymous said to imagineclaireandjamie:

A hard man is good to find. [Mae West]

Jamie woke with a start, the alarm blaring in the background.

The dream had been intense and had left him panting, a sheen of sweat on his skin as he pushed the duvet aside and stood. As always it was light outside, the sunrise half blinding him as the blasts of orange and red permeated the old curtains. Washing the night from his skin, he plunged himself beneath the pounding rivulets of water coming from his power shower, his body temperature receding slightly as the morning wore on.

Fortunately Claire wouldn’t be awake yet and he could slip from the house almost unnoticed. He needed to get a good day of work done, and to forget the memory of his dream before he faced her again. The mere thought brought colour to his cheeks, the heat in his belly reminding him of how incredibly realistic it had been.

Delicate pink skin appeared without his permission and once more he could feel the remnants of it haunting him as he slid his wellies on and closed the door softly behind him. Working in a daze, he prepared his cows for milking, the heat of the morning fading slightly as the clouds rolled in. The animals barely paid him any mind, going about their own business as he fed, watered and tended to them.

She hadn’t snuck into his bed, as she had in his dreams, but she had infiltrated his thoughts and no matter how hard he tried, sporadic jolts of her came unbidden throughout the day as he worked.

She’s married, he told himself, although the argument felt pretty weak in his own mind. In the abstract she was, he could tell that she still thought herself that way despite starting her new life. Without knowing it, she often rubbed her wedding ring finger - though the ring had long since been removed. It was obvious she was struggling with the transition and who could blame her, it had only been a couple of weeks. She was still hesitating on her name whenever he spoke it out loud to her, the subtle twitch betraying her.

But she was beginning to thaw, the shocked reaction he received when he spoke to her growing less and less as time went on (which, secretly, made him smile).

The baby lambs were out in force as he pulled the sandwich from his rucksack - one Claire had made him the night before. He smiled to himself as he perched on the fence, watching his first time mums as they paraded their babies around the perimeter of the field. Food somehow tasted better when someone else had made it for him, the slight differences in style allowing him a great enough change in routine to be noticeable.

She, it seemed, had a penchant for adding multiple salad products on her ham sandwich. Whereas Jamie was always in a rush at 4am, trying to collect his thermos as well as various food items to keep him going for the day, usually he would just throw slices of meat on top of bread without much thought. Lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber and *butter*, however, made all the difference. He even had potato salad on the side and a bag of what looked like homemade crisps.

Before Claire had arrived, John had given Jamie a very brief update as to her situation. Knowing a limited amount, he gauged that the difficulties she’d encountered recently hadn’t really set in yet and, instead, she was going through some sort of nesting, using her time at Lallybroch to cook and clean, ensuring that her mind is actively kept away from thinking about much at all.

His mind needed something similar as the image of her pottering about in his kitchen whilst he was away brought to the fore those visions that had him startled awake this morning before his alarm had even a chance to ring and he shook the picture of her bare skin from his thoughts, turning back to his task list.

The orphaned lambs were thriving now. Most had been ‘adopted’ by other nursing mothers but he still had two rogue ewes who were waiting for collection - Rupert, his nearest (mostly by proximity but also by friendship) neighbour had offered to take them for him but had yet been unable to drive over to collect them. In lieu of this, Jamie had been spending time hand feeding them every day though he worried each time he left them that he might return to something unmentionable.

Luckily, they’d survived another night in the small outhouse and he crawled in between them, the straw poking and prodding him as he settled with the warm milk bottle. The first, the largest of the two, squirmed in excitement, rushing to plonk herself by his side and suckle noisily at the teet.

“Easy now, lass, there’s enough for the both of you.” He soothed, watching as she butted the bottle, falling to her knees as she fed. Sheep were notoriously terrible pets, losing their fear of humans when in contact for too long and he had worried this close contact wouldn’t be good for the ewes, but watching the smaller of the pair sit helplessly in the corner made him think of Claire.

An idea came to him all of a sudden as he moved towards the lone female. He could, if he wanted, take the lamb home that evening and leave her in Claire’s care. Not only would it give the poor wee thing a greater chance, it might give her something else to turn her attention to in the day. There was a large chance he’d lose this one if he didn’t do something drastic.

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An odd feeling settled in her stomach from the moment she woke up. Though she couldn’t put her finger on what the issue was, she felt a strange atmosphere hovering around her. Her skin prickled as she got out of the shower and she immediately felt as though there was something she should be remembering but couldn’t quite hold onto the memory.

She’d heard Jamie leave this morning, which was odd in itself. Usually she was fast asleep at dawn, not waking until much later when the house was quiet and she was alone. But she’d been woken this morning by some forgotten thought or dream that she couldn’t picture from the second she’d opened her eyes.

After barely speaking for two weeks, the weekend had been a welcome change.

Conversation had not been forced or odd, Jamie had allowed her time for quiet reflection and had seemed really quite pleased with her suggestions for the upcycling of his old furniture.

She felt useful, finally. A feeling she hadn’t had in some time.

Putting herself to work, she opted for cleaning downstairs for the best part of the morning. There was still a lot of dust residue from the sanding epic they’d had on Saturday, even spending most of Sunday dusting and hoovering hadn’t removed it all, so she pulled the dyson from under the stairs and tried to be as thorough as she could be.

Like cooking, she had never considered herself to be fluent in the art of housewifery. Before...when she had been able, her time had been dedicated to studying. There had been a cleaner for such tasks and, even afterwards, she hadn’t *needed* to be useful in that way. Here, though, there was nobody else to clean, do the dishes or cook and she found that losing herself to each task kept her mind (and body) active.

Sitting with the remnants of her crisps, she decided that was the dish she’d been most proud of since her introduction to the kitchen. She found herself thinking of Jamie and hoped that he was enjoying them too.

Their food deliveries now consisted of a greater variety of produce and she’d been able to add some colour to his lunch - which she had been making every evening and putting into the fridge for him to take when he left in the mornings.

She felt pleased as well as shocked at how easily she had moulded to fit her new life here.

Happy with her efforts, she turned her attention to the bookshelves in the back living room. There were titles dating back hundreds of years. Thick leather covers with yellowed pages sat proudly amongst the newer softback novels. She could tell which books had been read just by glancing at the spines, though there had been fingerprints in the thin layer of dust that had been there only hours before.

They were categorised, it seemed, by the surname of the author, carefully and methodically organised so that each time a new title had been purchased, it had been added in the right spot though there wasn’t room for many more.

His taste was eclectic, from non-fiction books on farming, agriculture, holistic medicines and horticulture to the classics (neatly bound with multiple editions ordered together, oldest first) including Jane Austin, Victor Hugo, Descartes, Melville and Hemingway. Jumbled in were some biographies but she’d assumed those belonged to either his parents or sister as none had been touched for some time.

Her fingers ran over the spines, stopping to hover over the drawing and painting books she’d first read when learning to doodle on the post-it notes in the first few weeks. She didn’t stop until she reached a relatively new title that she hadn’t noticed before. There was ruffling on the edge, a clear sign of frequent use, and some damage to the corners. Pulling it from the shelves, she settled into the comfy armchair, her cup of tea now cool enough to drink, and began to read.

It was modern, eloquently written with intricate plot weaving from the moment she turned the first page. The front cover clearly denoted that of a romance but there was intrigue and art as well as carefully homegrown characters. Before she’d had time to digest the prose, the front door opened and closed and she blinked. The clock on the desk ticked loudly and she noticed that hours had passed without her knowing.

Placing the book back on the shelf, she decided to leave it where it was for the time being and come back for it before bed. Though the visuals she’d imagined for herself stayed with her as she stretched and went in search of Jamie.

A loud noise caught her attention and she burst out laughing as she walked into the kitchen to find him wrestling with a small lamb.

“A new friend?” She said, her shock fading quickly.

“Ah; lass, I need ye!” His words were breathless, his cheeks a vibrant pink from the exertion of keeping the lamb from darting off and wrecking the joint. “I have a challenge for you, if you’re up for it!?”

#anonymous #;mod mbd #shielded #Jamie X Claire

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OK, I'LL TELL YOU YOU ABOUT IDEAS

Object-oriented programming in the 1980s. If it can work to start a startup. Instead of building stuff to throw away, you tend to want every line of code to go toward that final goal of showing you did a lot of startups grow out of them. Already spreading to pros I know you're skeptical they'll ever get hotels, but there's no way anything so short and written in such an informal style could have anything useful to say about such and such topic, when people with degrees in the subject have already written many thick books about it. Those are both good things to be. I don't mean that as some kind of answer for, but not random: I found my doodles changed after I started studying painting. When someone's working on a problem that seems too big, I always ask: is there some way to give the startups the money, though. What would it even mean to make theorems a commodity? There seem to be an artist, which is even shorter than the Perl form.1 However, a city could select good startups.2

Tcl, and supply the Lisp together with a complete system for supporting server-based applications, where you can throw together an unbelievably inefficient version 1 of a program very quickly. Or at least discard any code you wrote while still employed and start over. But a hacker can learn quickly enough that car means the first element of a list and cdr means the rest. If an increasing number of startups founded by people who know the subject from experience, but for doing things other people want. It could be the reason they don't have any.3 An interactive language, with a small core of well understood and highly orthogonal operators, just like the core language, that would be better for programming. The more of a language as a set of axioms, surely it's gross to have additional axioms that add no expressive power, simply for the sake of efficiency.

One of the MROSD trails runs right along the fault. When you're young you're more mobile—not just because you don't have to be downloaded. The fact is, most startups end up doing something different than they planned. The three old guys didn't get it. PL/1: Fortran doesn't have enough data types. What programmers in a hundred years? Just wait till all the 10-room pensiones in Rome discover this site.4 Common Lisp I have often wanted to iterate through the fields of a struct—to push performance data to the programmer instead of waiting for him to come asking for it. It would be too much of a political liability just to give the startups the money, though. And they are a classic example of this approach. For one thing, real problems are rare and valuable skill, and the de facto censorship imposed by publishers is a useful if imperfect filter.

I'm just not sure how big it's going to seem hard. Often, indeed, it is not dense enough. If the hundred year language were available today, would we want to program in today. Of course, the most recent true counterexample is probably 1960. A friend of mine rarely does anything the first time someone asks him. As a young founder by present standards, so you have to spend years working to learn this stuff. The market doesn't give a shit how hard you worked.

You can write programs to solve, but I never have. One advantage of this approach is that it gives you fewer options for the future. Otherwise Robert would have been too late. Look at how much any popular language has changed during its life.5 Java also play a role—but I think it is the most powerful motivator of all—more powerful even than the nominal goal of most startup founders, and I felt it had to be prepared to explain how it's recession-proof is to do what hackers enjoy doing anyway. The real question is, how far up the ladder of abstraction will parallelism go? Anything that can be implicit, should be. New York Times, which I still occasionally buy on weekends. So I think it might be better to follow the model of Tcl, and supply the Lisp together with a lot of them weren't initially supposed to be startups. It's because staying close to the main branches of the evolutionary tree pass through the languages that have the smallest, cleanest cores. The way to learn about startups is by watching them in action, preferably by working at one. At the very least it will teach you how to write software with users.

Few if any colleges have classes about startups. All they saw were carefully scripted campaign spots. It might help if they were expressed that way. It's enormously spread out, and feels surprisingly empty much of the reason is that faster hardware has allowed programmers to make different tradeoffs between speed and convenience, depending on the application.6 At the top schools, I'd guess as many as a quarter of the CS majors could make it as startup founders if they wanted is an important qualification—so important that it's almost cheating to append it like that—because once you get over a certain threshold of intelligence, which most CS majors at top schools are past, the deciding factor in whether you succeed as a founder is how much you want to say and ad lib the individual sentences. This essay is derived from a talk at the 2005 Startup School. Preposterous as this plan sounds, it's probably the most efficient way a city could select good startups. Most will say that any ideas you think of new ideas is practically virgin territory. Exactly the opposite, in fact. Whatever computers are made of, and conversations with friends are the kitchen they're cooked in.7 That was exactly what the world needed in 1975, but if there was any VC who'd get you guys, it would at least make a great pseudocode.

If this is a special case of my more general prediction that most of them grew organically. Writing software as multiple layers is a powerful technique even within applications. The more of your software will be reusable. Using first and rest instead of car and cdr often are, in successive lines. Of course, I'm making a big assumption in even asking what programming languages will be like in a hundred years? It must be terse, simple, and hackable. It becomes: let's try making a web-based app they'd seen, it seemed like there was nothing to it. Both customers and investors will be feeling pinched.8

The main complaint of the more articulate critics was that Arc seemed so flimsy. That's how programmers read code anyway: when indentation says one thing and delimiters say another, we go by the indentation. You need that resistance, just as low notes travel through walls better than high ones. Maybe this would have been a junior professor at that age, and he wouldn't have had time to work on things that maximize your future options. How much would that take? It's important to realize that there's no market for startup ideas suggests there's no demand.9 You'll certainly like meeting them. It's not the sort of town you have before you try this. This essay is derived from a talk at the 2005 Startup School. I'm not a very good sign to me that ideas just pop into my head.

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Dan wrote a prototype in Basic in a series A rounds from top VC funds whether it was 10.

With the good groups, just harder. Which in turn the most successful founders still get rich from a startup could grow big by transforming consulting into a great one.

There are two simplifying assumptions: that the only way to create events and institutions that bring ambitious people together. A has an operator for removing spaces from strings and language B doesn't, that's not as facile a trick as it was putting local grocery stores out of their portfolio companies. If the next one will be familiar to anyone who had worked for a really long time? One new thing the company they're buying.

If I paint someone's house, the growth in wealth in a bar. I didn't need to warn readers about, just as much the better, but they start to be about 50%. Together these were the impressive ones. Other investors might assume that P spam and P nonspam are both.

All he's committed to is following the evidence wherever it leads. The point where things start with consumer electronics.

If they're on boards of directors they're probably a cause them to keep them from the VCs' point of a press hit, but that we wouldn't have understood why: If you have two choices and one or two, and so on. But if so, or in one where life was tougher, the same reason parents don't tell the whole story. Incidentally, the switch in mid-twenties the people they want.

Trevor Blackwell points out, First Round Capital is closer to a clueless audience like that, except in the median VC loses money. Unless of course reflects a willful misunderstanding of what you care about, just those you should seek outside advice, and this trick, and so don't deserve to keep them from leaving to start or join startups. There is not much to seem big that they only even consider great people.

You also have to do it right. In every other respect they're constantly being told that they are bleeding cash really fast. Probably more dangerous to Microsoft than Netscape was.

In theory you could probably improve filter performance by incorporating prior probabilities. If you have the concept of the reason for the coincidence that Greg Mcadoo, our contact at Sequoia, was no great risk in doing a small proportion of the subject of language power in Succinctness is Power. As I was there was near zero crossover. Some urban renewal experts took a shot at destroying Boston's in the evolution of the next year they worked.

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davekat childhood friends remeeting in college au please,,,, my heart (also congrats!! you deserve all the love i stan you sm)

you have all my uwus omg

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Going to college far away was fucking weird. Dave didn’t mind it, but it was just… well, there were pros and cons to his choice in higher education.

Pro: the school had a really great photography program.

Con: he was really far away from basically everyone he knew.

Pro: being so far away meant he didn’t have to worry about his Bro breathing down his neck anymore.

Con: no, seriously, like really far away.

Pro: his professors seemed decent so far and the dining hall was close to his dorm.

Con: oh god what the fuck was he thinking.

Okay, maybe he was overreacting a little bit. It wasn’t like he was completely cut off from everyone. John had agreed to Facetime him regularly, and Jade sent him tons of Snapchats from wherever far off place she was gallivanting through before she had to go back to school too. Rose was close enough that they could occasionally road trip and visit each other, but not close enough that it could be a regular thing. And hey, maybe he’ll really hit it off with his roommate or something, and everything will be okay.

He plopped himself down on the far side of his English classroom and pulled out his notebook. It was the first day for this particular class and it was only an hour long, so he doubted they’d be doing much else than going over the syllabus, but having his notebook out meant he could doodle and, subsequently, pay attention better. He was busy trying to draw a hyperrealistic eye over a ridiculously abstract SBaHJ mouth just to see what it would look like when the professor reached his name in roll call.

“Here.” He said, glancing in her direction before pulling out the syllabus so he could read over it while still doodling. Having a last name that started with S usually meant they were nearing the end of the attendance sheet by the time they got to him, so unless someone had a name that started with V or something, they were basically done.

“Karkat Vantas?” The professor said, and Dave’s head snapped up. Wait, what?

“Here,” came the raspy response near the door. Dave’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He’d thought maybe it was just a weird case of someone mysteriously having the same name as his childhood friend, but no shit, that was Karkat. He was like ten when he last saw him, so he looked a lot older and a hell of a lot more exhausted, but there was no mistaking him. Holy shit.

Dave barely paid attention the whole time the professor went over the syllabus, too busy trying to catch Karkat’s eye, but dammit, he was totally focused on what the professor was saying. He almost laughed at how little things had changed. Karkat was always the one hanging off their teachers’ every word, while Dave was the one with the undiagnosed ADHD trying to distract his best friend with whatever he had on hand.

He finally managed to tune back in to catch his professor saying something about how she wanted them to “really form a bond with your fellow classmates” and how they should “pair up with a classmate you don’t know so you have a buddy if you miss class or need help.” Dave damn near leaped out of his seat when she let them loose to socialize for the last ten minutes of class, and he made a bee-line to Karkat’s seat.

“Karkat.” He said, bouncing on his heels at Karkat’s table. Karkat looked up from where he’d been shoving his books back in his backpack and gave him a confused look.

“Uh, hi.” He said, giving him no sign that he recognized him. Dave panicked.

“It’s me!” Dave said, then immediately winced at his own vagueness. “Dave.”

“That… sure is your name.” Karkat was continuing to disoriented and more than a little annoyed.

“No, dude, Dave Strider. We went to elementary school together? You had those bigass glasses and I called them ugly on the playground because I was a stupid five year old with no sense of etiquette - not that I’m much better now, I guess, since this is probably the most awkward way I could’ve possibly reintroduced myself, but, shit, I’m getting off track. You threw mud at my shades and said now we both had ugly glasses, and then we ate lunch together like every day after that. Do-. Do you remember?” He faltered a little bit, worried this was an unfortunate case of mistaken identity. Karkat’s eyes widened cartoonishly as recognition passed across his face.

“Holy shit. Dave?!”

“Yeah, dude, the one and only.”

“Jesus fuck, you got tall.” Karkat commented, sitting back and looking him over.

“And you did not.” Dave teased, relaxed now that they were on the same page. He hopped up to sit to the side of Karkat’s desk. “How the fuck have you been, man? Where the hell did you even move to? It was like you disappeared off the face of the earth.”

“Basically.” Karkat snorted. “My dad got a job transfer out of fucking nowhere that summer and the whole family had to move. It sucked having to start all over in sixth goddamn grade, but whatever. I’m sure you weren’t too distraught at my absence since you had John.” Karkat added, gently shoving at his leg in a halfhearted attempt to get him off his desk.

“I mean yeah, John and I got hella tight after that, but it sucked losing my oldest friend.” Dave shrugged. Karkat gave him a skeptical look.

“You cannot be referring to me.”

“No, I’m referring to some other idiot I started hanging around when I could barely walk. Yeah, I’m referring to you, dipshit. We were like soul brothers, man. Joined at the goddamn hip. Two peas in one dumbass pod pretending to slay dragons on the playground. Or aliens. Or that one time your furry sister started reading those Warriors books and she convinced us to roleplay cats. How’s she doing, by the way?”

“Nepeta’s fine.” Karkat said, amused. “What, are you looking for someone to help you break out of your repressed furry state? Do you want me to draw you a fucking fursona?” He patted Dave’s knee and put on a condescending tone. “It’s okay, bro, I won’t judge.”

“I mean, are you offerin’? What’re your commission rates?” The look Karkat gave him was scathing. “Nah, I’m kidding. If I want furry art, I can just hit up Jade. What I am wondering is if you wanna maybe grab something to eat?” Dave asked, faux casual. “I dunno if you’ve hit up that burger place by the university union, but they’re not half bad, and their fries fucking kick ass. Like seriously, orgasmic level shit. I’d fucking live off of those fries if I could. I mean, I probably could eat nothing but overly seasoned fries until the day I die, but that date would be way sooner than it should be because I’ll have destroyed my digestive tract with salt. But, you know, you gotta make sacrifices for what you love, and I’m telling you, I really do love those fries.”

“Jesus christ, you really haven’t changed.” Karkat rolled his eyes. “Here I was hoping - no, praying that puberty might have forced you to finally grow a single brain cell, but I guess I should be used to my dreams being dashed and splattered to oblivion like someone took the most fragile, paper thin egg thrown against a brick wall. Oh, you see that tiny little dribble of yolk sliding down the most microscopic sliver of an eggshell? That’s the last of my hope for humanity leaking away because you’re still a goddamn imbecile.”

“Yeah, well, puberty finally helped you grow a jawline. Shit could cut diamonds. Uh,” Dave panicked, “Not that I’m checking out your jaw or anything. Fuck, that wasn’t even a good come back, goddammit-”

Karkat’s simultaneously exasperated and fond made his heart flutter just the tiniest bit. “Just take me to the fucking burger place, shitbrain.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Maybe he wouldn’t be too lonely after all.

#dave strider #karkat vantas #davekat #homestuck #THIS IS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT THANK YOU #my writing #okay to reblog #and thank u for the love omg <3 #u know how I said I'd made some really good friends???#that's you bro!!!!#thank you for making this a Good Time #notedchampagne #asks

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33, 52, 75, 89, 91, 92

Sorry I’m replying a bit late!! For context for other people I said that it’s okay if you just send a number with no character and I’ll answer it for the main 4 (And any others I may have something to say about) so they may be a bit shorter since its for four characters! Anyway it’s a bit long so I’ll do it under the cut so I don’t clog people’s dashes

33. What is their biggest fear? How would they react to having to face it?

Amary: The inability to live up to certain expectations, as in, failing as a queen. And the truth of the matter is she has to face failure and she has to face becoming a queen someday, but I don’t know if she could handle both at once. She needs practice with failure, and she needs to grow into her own person before she’s ready to become a queen. That’s a big part of her arc really.

Rue: I think she’s just afraid of hurting people she cares about, and with her background it makes sense, if she were to hurt someone she cared about in a major way she’d probably react by running away from it and isolating, she wouldn’t think of apologizing because she’d think she’s beyond redemption.

Aloe: This one is the easiest because it’s actually something brought to the forefront with him. He’s afraid of death, but not his own. The idea that people close to him could die at any moment is a side-effect of having a mother that goes on life threatening missions often, and it manifested in OCD issues. That being said though… He’s probably the strongest out of the main four in this regard, even if he was left broken he could piece himself back together.

Sorrel: Unlike the other three his fear is less abstract, it’s concrete and physical. He’s just afraid of his dad, he’s afraid of confronting him specifically. And unlike the other three it’s not something he has the option of not thinking about, he has to! He has to confront it daily! And obviously something like that leads to a lot of issues down the road, it’s a lot to unpack.

52. What is their body type? Are they muscular, chubby, skinny, etc?

Amary: Freshmen year Amary is like five foot nothing and super dainty, the intent is mostly to make her look like she’s taking up as little space as possible. Senior year Amary is taller, she’s less of a twig but she’s still pretty lanky.

Rue: Freshmen year Rue is short, but taller than Amary, she’s chubby and combined with her height it makes her kind of.. Stout? I’m not sure if that’s the right word or if I’m just thinking of the teapot rhyme. Unlike the rest though she doesn’t get to much taller, a couple inches maybe but by Senior year the high difference is reversed.

Aloe: Freshmen year Aloe is taller than Rue and on the chubby side but unlike Rue he’s got a bit of a more square build. Senior year Aloe is the tallest of the main four (or maybe tied with Amary), and as the only one out of the them to use an actual weapon instead of magic for combat he gains a bit of muscle too. That plus some sort of implied magic top surgery by junior year.

Sorrel: Freshmen year Sorrel is the tallest out of the main four but still pretty scrawny and scrappy looking. Senior year Sorrel only gets a couple inches taller, like Rue, and like Aloe he does look visibly stronger, taking after his sister a bit. Not as much though since his main focus is speed.

75. If given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Amary: A bunch of little doodles probably, none of them really all that great but she’s just trying to kill time not end up in the fantasy MoMA

Rue: Paper airplane, that was she can throw it around as much as she wants until it gets old after the 5th time

Aloe: I mean… Now is a good a time as any to do homework I guess. He’s gotta do it anyway.

Sorrel: Cover it in The S

89. What is their D&D alignment?

I’m not a pro at D&D alignments here so I’m just giving my best approximation lol

Amary: Lawful good at first until she evolves into a chaotic good by the end

Rue: Chaotic neutral at first and chaotic good by the end, really they just find a middle ground

Aloe: Lawful good but unlike Amary he stands by it (But he does go through a bit of a lawful neutral phase at some point)

Sorrel: Kind of a neutral good, I think he’s a bit of a mediator for the group in that aspect

92. Describe them as a John Mulaney gif.

I’m too lazy to get gifs so I’ll just say the quote… Also I’m skipping 91 because I cannot find good tweets… Maybe some other time u_u sorry but to make up for that ill just do the whole class for this one and Aster+Reed

Amary: I listen to everything my girlfriend says. I don’t mean she bosses me around, I just listen to everything she says because before I had a girlfriend, I never had someone who’s always standing next to me who can just point out obvious things that are happening.

Rue: I bet you part of the reason goths are so miserable is they wake up every morning and think, “Oh god, I gotta put all that shit back on. Why did I join?”

Aloe: My mommy, so shut the fuck up!

Sorrel: If you’re an adult male that sees no flaws in your father you’re an insane person.

Carnation: Just you raising your hand and being like, “I think Emily Dickinson’s a lesbian.” And they’re like, “Partial credit.”

Pine: You spend most of your day telling a robot that you’re not a robot. Think about that for two minutes and tell me you don’t want to walk into the ocean.

Geran: I’ll just keep all my emotions right here (Points to heart) and then one day, I’ll die.

Fennel: I thought it was a little too dramatic. I didn’t need the whole little brother dying thing.

Musk: It’s wrong to make fun of people, you know, but it’s so fun sometimes.

Gallica: Hmm, we’re not so different, you and I. You have your law practice, and me, I have all these fucking markers.

Protea: I don’t know how to lightly make fun of people, I can’t be like “Oh, look at your shirt!” I have to be like “Your wife left you.”

Daisy: [Pepper] is my best friend in the world. I give her a million kisses a day. She does not like me, and barks at me and bites me all day long.

Maggie: Everyone get outta my way, I just wanna sit here and feed my birds.

Tam: Well… you know how I’m filled with rage? (nods knowingly)

Holly: I need everybody, all day long, to like me so much.

Hyacinth: No one look at me or I’ll kill myself!

Aster: “Yeah, I don’t wanna work!” And I was like, “You know the kids don’t wanna work either” and she was like (closes eyes and slurs) “Good!” (pantomimes taking a shot)

Reed: And then, he ordered one black coffee for himself. And kept driving.

#jdphobe #answered #finn's ocs

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noxus-the-venomous-blog · 5 years

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I want the whole van

Part one: seven years ago.

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“We steal a van. Like a creepy van. And then we make it into a mobile lab!”

“They track those,” Noxious mumbled while staring obsessively at Tranquill’s small paper pad as she ran unamused lines over it, “they have vin numbers… We would need a chop shop.” Was she drawing a van?

“Don't chop shops just break the vehicle apart? I want a whole van,” she demanded once again, ereasing a line and recreating it.

“I think they break it into parts to sell off record then give you credit towards a different van with no trackable parts.”

“So you need more than one van to get a van from them? What is it gamestop? I just want the van I stole!” Tranquill scooted her chair back and stood up for a moment. She took a few steps over to the large metal roll up door and tapped on it a few times thinking. “We rob a pharmacy!” she suggested with excitement. She then slapped a hand over her mouth, realizing they were discussing crimes far too loudly seeing as the storage unit they were plotting in was still open to the public at this time.

“I could use so many things from there… Do they have security?” Noxious stared at her, the blank circles of the gas mask fitting the surprised expression of the even wider eyes under it.

“There’s a tiny little one like a block away. Should be closed, probably no security.” She wandered back over to the planning table and started scribbling again.

“We should walk by and take a look.”

“Sure thing. Street clothes?” she asked as she started to draw a lid on the rectangular van shape she had doodled down, making it a pill bottle or some version of.

“I'm going to wear my mask. If there's no security I can smoke out cameras and pop in real quick. You should go in street clothes,” he clarified as he stood and walked to a small metal lock box, retrieving a few items that looked like modified road flares.

Tranquill slid open the container door slowly, making sure no one was in the immediate vicinity. They both excited and hurried out of the storage park. The pairslowly and methodically made there way downtown through alleys, empty lots and across abandoned roads. They planned each stop and each forward movement tediously making sure not to cross the line of sight of any potential witnesses. By the time they got to the city it was dark and distracted. They waited quietly scanning the parking lot. No traffic, no foot traffic or occupied cars. It was a good take. Through the window they could see the red night vision light of one camera and deemed it avoidable via hand gestures. They were about to move in when Tranquill put a hand on her boyfriend’s chest, stopping him. She pointed slowly at a security guard coming around the corner.

She pointed at the guard and then at herself and made a talking gesture. She then pointed at Noxious and gestured around the side of the building. He understood the plan. She left the bushes and made her way to the security guard.

“Excuse me sir can I bother you?! Sir?!” she shouted across the parking lot while approaching him, “you got a minute?”

“Sure ma’am but we’re closed.”

“Yeah I know... But I was walking to the bar down the road, like so I don't have to drive home, and like there was this dude following me. I don't see him now but the bar is just like a block away and it would be freaking manly if you would walk me there i don't want to get jumped and stuff...” she said, playing the perfect ditsy damsel.

“Uh yeah no problem” he answered, looking around her for an intruder. “I can only be gone like five minutes though so let’s make it- “ he was interrupted by a small crackling sound coming from behind a dumpster on his six. Tranq’s heart dropped as the both of them looked over to see smoke billowing from the location. At that moment she realized that her back up team just had a premature detonation.

“Oh shit fire!” the security guard sheathed his flashlight and reached for his radio. Now or never, she thought, lunging forward and grabbing for his belt. Noxious peeked above the trash can to see the two of them struggling. He reached for a piece of metal laying at his feet but gave up when he heard her yelp. He glanced back right as she fell to the ground. He hit her… He left the scrap metal and ran full speed at the guard, who heard his footsteps and turned to face him just in time to put his guard up and block the strike from noxious. He held the gloved hand of the toxic villain, grit his teeth, leaned back and clocked him in the face, breaking the eyepiece on the mask. Noxious saw the fist, then the streetlight then the sky. Then he saw nothing at all as he faded into unconsciousness.

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Part 2: Five years ago

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“There look at that place it's freaking perfect! Shoot ya got the abstract name, Bioco, you got the shady security guards, you got a sketchy reputation AND it’s away from the busy part of the city. The place is jus’ screaming ‘oh noxious. Please rob me! I long for your wear plumbers gloves and touch all of my chemical bits!” Big problem exclaimed, doing some terrible thing he called his “lady voice”.

“Please don't do that” Noxious said staring at the empty parking lot. He was feeling a sense of deja vous. Had he robbed this exact spot before? Was he becoming predictable? He leaned in and began adjusting his eyepiece, fastidiously turning it to the left and right. It had worn lose over years of him fidgeting with it when he was nervous

“Holy crap crackers does your goggle zoom in?”

“.......Yes.”

“So we doing this or what?” big problem asked, ‘compassionately’ grabbing Nox by the air filter and turning him face on to say ‘let’s do this’.

“No we need to plan and do like… Recon. You don't just take a stroll and rob a place because you happen to be near it!”

BP scratched his head. “You don't? I do it all the time.”

“What if they call the cops? What if you’re followed? What if a guard shows up and fights you?”

“I hit people and their heads come off, I aint worried about it. Besides you’re the one always saying you wanna learn close combat. Come on there's like one guard this is the best chance you'll ever have.”

Is…. That guard familiar? Noxious shook his head wishing his memory was better. “How about we-”

“No,” BP interrupted, “listen closely. From behind. Step slow, step sideways. Reach over with your entire arm just like how I showed you.” Noxious nodded, remembering pathetically practicing on the mans massive neck. “Once your arm is locked in lean back. It will go quick. Once he's out we tie em up, tape his mouth and slip him a big ole smile for his cooperation. If he breaks your lock fight him. I'll be running toward you if and when. Tight fist, follow through.” he assured then placing his hand on Noxious’s shoulder.

Noxious crept through the bushes and lined his body up behind the guard. He began to shadow him, mimicking his movements to mask the repetitive sound of his footsteps. r]Inching closer with each step. When the guard stopped he stopped in sequence, then pulling the small rubber straps back on his wrist. the band was pulled back and the metal ball loaded, then he fired off at distant trash can. The guard quickly looked over, Noxious closed the distance behind him and wrapped his hand around his neck, locking his grip.

He tried to lean back but was not heavy enough to pull the man his way so instead he forced his hold even tighter. The man struggled and shook about and with one slipping finger at a time, he lost his grip. He quickly put up his hands up as the determined guard turned and threw a blind punch. Nox ducked out of its way and struck the man across the face, inciting a daze, then tackling him across the parking space. He wrapped his hands around the man's throat. Noxious stared at the mans face and tightened his grip, lost in the moment, strangling every bad memory he thought the man gave him. The guard kicked and flailed and stretched his arm out reaching beyond Noxious’s sight. Banging and crashing sounds echoed as he kicked the trashcan and continued reaching beneath it until his arm fell numb and his eyes glazed over. The skin on his neck slowly unstuck from the sweat that built up on leather gloves. Noxious was out of breath, sweating. He looked over to the trashcan where the man's hand lay dormant. It was still slightly wrapped around a small piece of metal scrap.

“How was that for ya little guy?”

“Hey I just thought.... You know what would be a good name for a super power? Deja vous. “

Big problem grinned down at him. “You already told me that one…” His smile widened. “Get it? Get it? Im a damn hoot.”

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Part Three: The present day

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“Fall back!!” the rank two shouts crouched behind cover. She preppeds a smoke bomb and threw it down the hallway. Through her goggles she could see the outlines of rank ones running out of the smoke towards her. They passed her by and fell behind cover. “You know the drill freshies, they use bullets we use the boss, get out of here!” she popped two more bombs and slid them towards the gunfire, permeating thick red and blue concealment smoke.

She turned her gaze behind her to see the last of the rank one Toxins make it around the corner. She pulled out a small device from her gauntlet and pressed a button on it, causing it to blink as she threw it on the floor and made her way down the hallway to join them. At the turn she glanced to her left and saw green smoke pulsating around a corner and getting closer to her and the group. “Pick it up, he's here!” she belted as she ran by them.

The blue and red smoke had dissipated as the guards stood on overwatch, waiting to see the result of their enemy’s retreat. From around the corner they saw a small ground level phantom of green smoke slowly cross the intersection, growing larger and thicker by the moment as traces of toxic gas trickled around the bend. Trickles became a wave and a wave became a flood as Noxious turned the corner. Vents around his mask and across his shoulders flooding the putrid air into the room until it was thick enough to drown in. then men could no longer see their hand in front of their faces as they crouched into their palms. Noxious quickly dashed behind one and wrapped an arm over the man's shoulders and around his neck. Once gripped, Noxious let his knee drop, the heavy metal knee pads pulling both men to the ground. While the man kicked for air the toxic king saw a boot take a step near him. He triggered the mechanism on his wrist mount, pushing a small syringe head out of his forearm guard which he then punctured into the man's thigh, delivering a measured dosage. The man hit the ground within seconds as he released the other man's neck from the noose his arm held it in. He sprinted forward to another guard as they were rising the sight of a gun in his direction. Noxious raised his arm, ejecting the empty syringe at the man, distracting him enough for the boss to hit him across the jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. He flexed his wrists, reloading the syringe device. He then plunged it down into the man's leg putting him slowly into a blissful sleep. He then looked at the man's ID tag. “Bioco…” That gave him an inspired idea for a superhero name.

Rank ones and twos lined up outside the door. It opened slowly and as it did they each kneeled, forming a line. Noxious walked by them in triumph and then gestured them to move in and pilfer the now secured building. A car pulled up to him and one of his soldiers opened the back door for him. He entered and sat next to Tranquil.

“It go well?”

He nodded.

She smiled. “Glory to the agenda.”

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Part 1: Seven years ago

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Light from the window gleamed across his eye as he slowly looked around the hazy room. Where they moving? Where was his mask? He jolted his body up and felt his face, irritating a cut near his eye.

“Oh thank goodness you woke up. Do you have amnesia?” Tranq questioned curiously, glancing back at him from the driver;s seat.

“I don’t remember...”

“See that was funny, your fine. Your mask is up here.”

Noxious crawleds to the front of the slow moving vehicle and retrieved the mask from under a small notepad. It then dawns on him what had happened. “Are you ok?!” he asked in a panic, touching her shoulder hard enough to make the steering wheel veer slightly .

“Yeah he barely touched me. You got hit hard though.”

“What did you do?”

“When he saw your smoke bomb go off I grabbed for his taser. I figured that was the plan,” she lied, hoping to rewrite how he remembered it, “then when you distracted him with that punch I zapped his ass. Never used a taser before so I just held it down till he peed himself. Sick stuff dude.”

He was relieved. His mind was foggy but her words made sense. The mission still clearly didn't go well. “Did we at least steal… Whatever it was”

“HELL YEAH and it's way better than i thought it was.”

“Good,” he smiled, moving the broken mask and notepad, containing a poorly drawn picture of a van, made to be a pill bottle with wheels then made to be a van again. “It won't be like this again. Were gonna get good.”

“I know.”

“Seriously. Everyone starts at the bottom” he said impassioned. He put the broken mask over his head when he felt tears pooling up in his eyes. “One day we will make this… It will be bigger. We will be better.”

“I know,” she agreed, leaning over, putting a hand on his knee.

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Super secret bonus feature extended director's cut deleted scene after party special ending.

Present day:

“So like…” The CEO of Bioco leaned over his desk. “Seriously? What the hell did i ever do to this guy??” (noxious in know way condones murder, violence or theft. dont imitate fiction)

#original character #original content #oc #fiction #Noxus

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1, 22, 33 for jervis and jon !

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD!1: What does their bedroom look like?

JERVIS

when jervis finally gets settled after getting probation, he gets a mid-19th century home. previously, he has always made his room a mess, with tech laying around everywhere. he is a very disorganized person, but he appreciates aesthetics, so he tries very hard to stick to that ideal in his new home. he keeps a separate room for all of his scientific escapades. in his bedroom, and in most of his house, he tries to play into the characteristics of the time period it was built in. of course, it’s jervis, so he specifically picked a house he could try and dress up in victorian/edwardian style. it almost looks like a historical site with how he keeps it. at the advice of dr. arthur mccallister, wonderful arkham psychiatrist who owns me hort, he tries to keep the alice in wonderland motifs reasonable. show off his love for it, of course, as he doesn’t have to deny himself something that’s so important to him, but keep it less obsessive. to avoid going overboard, he strictly buys decor that matches the style of everything else. antique clocks, original illustrations, tea sets. there are also a lot of other authors that are important to him that he uses as inspiration, like A. A. Milne (winnie the pooh). sometimes he does end up hoarding items, but arthur visits him to help him decide what to keep, and he donates the rest. his bedroom has a fireplace, bookcase, antique furniture, original wood flooring, a connected bathroom, and everything is made for short people, so it’s kind of perfect.

generally, his house is bright and simple. he hopes that the simplicity will be soothing and help him focus. inspo: i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. vii. viii.

JONATHAN

my guy hasn’t really had a consistent bedroom since he had a fairly predictable daily life, working at arkham. all of his life, his living situation has reflected his emotional state, however. he’s depressed. an alcoholic. he doesn’t take care of himself. his rooms that he does inhabit, for however long, are in disarray. before, his room was kind of normal for what you might expect of his type of person. bad compared to the average person. but with time, he has gotten far worse. always littered with items. he usually isn’t so bad that he leaves actual dirty trash around or anything, but he doesn’t put away laundry, lets his trash bin overflow with candy wrappers, and he usually has a collection of bottles slowly taking over a table or corner of the floor. sometimes he just sleeps in the same room as whatever bullshit he is working on, which usually isn’t very safe, but he doesn’t care much for his personal safety. he needs to change his bedsheets.

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

they’re actually very similar here. both of them like poems. jonathan’s is more flowery and romantic or depressing, while jervis enjoys cheery or abstract rhymes, often like limericks. jervis is more prone to doodling sometimes. they both write down a constant stream of ideas for their work or other kinds of lists because they’re both disorganized and constantly forgetting how to function like normal people. they both are apt to lose the lists and remake them and lose them and remake them. they both also like writing letters. jervis is very open about all of these habits while jonathan tells No One.

33: Concept of home and family?

neither of them really have a strong concept. neither of them had strong ties in the first place. they have both been lonely and alone.

jonathan has stronger trouble with this given his complete lack of care from day one (1). constant abuse growing up makes him avoidant of these things, home and family, because he just doesn’t have the same understanding of them that normal people do. or much understanding at all.

jervis just lived averagely. he can see what people have, knows vaguely of it, sees the potential there has been at times to form a home and family, but it has always just been out of grasp. he is simply unsatisfied.

they both consider themselves to have a found-family of sorts, but they both also understand that those relationships are often flimsy at best. they have accepted this lifestyle. jervis still wants to scrape together something because he yearns for it, he’s hopeful, he can see it just out of reach. jonathan wants something, but he doesn’t know what, and he knows better than to bother with some fruitless idea. it’s frivolous. pointless.

#scarestress #ASK.#| OOC: HEY GHOULS!#| HC: JERVIS TETCH.#| HC: JONATHAN CRANE.#thanks! im sad

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schoolofmaaa · 5 years

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Yining Shi on Approaching Technology Creatively, Accessible Tech and Educational Tools

This week we spoke to Yining Shi, one of our main instructors for the Bots & Machine Learning program taking place this July in Berlin. In this interview, Yining reflects on her trajectory, the importance of educational tools, <a hotpot interlude> and what we can expect this summer.

Tell us a bit about yourself Yining, what brought you to where you are now?

Well, I did my undergrad in Electrical Engineering and Computer Science and my Masters at NYU’s Interactive Telecommunications Program, where I mostly focus on creative coding and machine learning. I like building tools to craft a better learning experience for people. I like solving complicated engineering problems to enable creative outputs. I also like the idea of making complex concepts and technology more approachable for beginners. Currently, I’m an adjunct professor at NYU where I teach a class called Machine Learning for the Web. I also work at Sourcemap as a senior software engineer.

“I also like the idea of making complex concepts and technology more approachable for beginners”.

Where are you currently based?

In Brooklyn, New York City.

I see some of your works are based on data, physical computing, and fabrication. What are some of the overarching themes in your work? What intrigues you?

Even though these projects use different technology, they are mostly based on the idea of visualizing data to express ourselves in a creative way. What intrigues me is exploring millions of different media to express our ideas. I’m always curious about new technologies and new experiences.

For example, Friendship.am is an expression of my digital persona that visualizes 10,000 of my messages. Every circle represents one message, and they are arranged around a clock. The size of each circle depends on the length of the message. I also color-coded keywords in every message. For example, ‘What are you doing?’ is blue, and ‘haha’ is green. This was an abstract visual portrait of my digital communication habits and by looking at what messages I sent, when I sent them, and how they change over time, I got a lot of insights about my digital persona that I was previously unaware of. And so I also became very interested in personal data and how can I make them more meaningful in people’s everyday lives.

In Friendship.am, each circle represents one messages arranged around the clock by the time it was sent.

Color-coded personal messages.

Puppy lamp is another example. It’s a playful experience that allows friends to express themselves in a new way. It is a digital interaction designed to work with a physical object. People can use the app to send color and text message to their friends and light up their friends’ Puppy Lamp. It is a way to express feelings to your friends with colors, lights and environmental ambience.

Puppy Lamp

Can you tell us a bit more about p5.playground, and your interest in building educational tools?

p5.playground is my thesis at ITP, NYU. It’s an interactive programming tool for designers and beginners to understand drawing functions in p5.js.

It has two modes, live coding mode (when you change the code, the sketch will be updated in real time) and the playground code, when you manipulate the shapes on the canvas like you do in photoshop or illustrator, the code will be automatically updated.

If you move and resize the shapes on the canvas, the code that generates the shapes will be automatically updated.

I remember at the first class of Intro to Computational Media(ICM) at ITP, we learned how to use Processing to draw shapes. I noticed that some people who were new to programming found it hard to draw complex shapes with code. After talking to them, I realized that it was because people might have difficulty understanding the coordinate systems: where is the origin, x,y axis.

p5 playground tries to use this WYSIWYG (What you see is what you get) interface to reinforce a cognitive link between the code and the shapes on the canvas. Now, p5.playground is used as a learning tool in the ICM class at ITP to help students understand how to draw shapes with code.

I love building educational tools because I really like the idea of making complicated concepts and technology more approachable to everyone who is interested in learning it. Not everyone needs to become an engineer when they grow up, but if anyone who wants to learn about a kind of technology should be able to learn it easily without any struggle.

Technology is everywhere in our life, and problem-solving skills are important to us. I want to make the learning experience a little easier for people, especially students who don’t have access to a lot of educational resource. I also enjoy the moments when people have told me that the tool is helpful to them or they made some projects using this tool. That’s the biggest reward moment for me.

“Not everyone needs to become a engineer when they grow up, but if anyone who wants to learn about a kind of technology, they should be able to learn it easily without any struggle”.

You are currently teaching Machine Learning for the Web at NYU, what are the topics which you most enjoy teaching?

Machine Learning for the Web is a class about using ml5.js and tensorflow.js to create interactive web applications. It starts with running pre-trained models and re-training models in the browser using high-level APIs from ml5.js, as well as explore the Layer APIs from TensorFlow.js to create models from scratch using custom data.

I really like teaching week 3: Build your own CNN model with tf.js. We start with using a pre-trained DoodleNet model to classify 345 doodle classes, and use transfer learning to customize our own classes, then we use tensorflow.js’s layer API to build our own model and train it in the browser. I also like teaching Style transfer and Pix2pix.

Train a doodle classifier in the browser with tf.js

Now, a more human-oriented question! What is your all time favourite meal?

It has to be Sichuan chinese food. My favorite is a kind of dish called hotpot. This is the hotpot my mom made.

How do you express yourself creatively through code?

Most of my recent projects have been all about using Machine Learning models to make some creative and interactive applications in the browsers.

Style transfer with ml5 is an interactive demo of style transfer, where it can recast the content of one image in the style of another image. people can either use the webcam, or upload an image, and choose a style from the artwork, and it will generate a new image with the style they chose. See live demo here.

Pix2pix Edges2Pikachu is an interactive drawing tool that automatically colors your Pikachu drawings in real time. It’s built with tensorflow.js. You can play with the live demo here.

KNN Image Classifier with ml5 is a an interactive demo that can recognize customized classes through webcam. For example, it can recognize rock, paper and scissors from your webcam.

DoodleNet is one of my most recent project. It can recognize your drawings. It’s trained on all 345 categories from Quickdraw dataset, 50000 images per class. You can play with live demo here.

You published Jumpstarting the Arduino 101, what do you like about this tool?

My journey with machine learning started with this book. It’s a book that helps you create projects with Arduino 101 using pattern matching & neural networks via the Web Bluetooth API.

It includes 4 projects, each project builds upon the concepts of the previous one. The last project is a gesture recognition media controller.

For example, people can train a complex gesture to start the music, and then train another gesture to stop the music. This is designed to be a starter example, which people can extend and make their own versions of it.

Gesture recognition media controller, define any gestures to play/pause music.

Use Arduino 101 to control a heart in a webpage through bluetooth.

I really like Arduino 101 because for a board that cost $30, it offered a lot of features out of the box like Bluetooth LE and motion sensing, but my personal favorite feature was that the board had a dedicated machine learning chip and came with an open-source pattern matching library. Machine learning can be a classic example of a topic that sounds intimidating, but the ease with which beginners could do complex pattern matching and gesture recognition projects with this board demonstrated the effect accessibility has over learning.

Can we talk a bit about Bots & Machine Learning? What will you be teaching us here in Berlin and what do you hope students will get out of the program?

Yes! I’m very excited about teaching this course with Matthew Plummer Fernandez!

We will talk about common and popular machine learning models, how they work, how to train these models, and their use cases in creative projects. The output of the class will be interactive ML applications.

The topics that will be covered are Image/Sound/Doodle Classification, Face/Pose Recognition, Image Style Transfer, pix2pix Image Transformation, and Image Synthesis. The techniques and neural networks we will use and build are Transfer Learning, Convolutional Neural Network, Generative Adversarial Network and more. We will use tools and frameworks like Runway, tensorflow.js, ml5.js and tensorflow.

I really look forward to meeting you in Berlin, explore all the ML models and technique, and build creative projects together!

What is the change you want to see in the world?

One thing that I really want to see is more people getting having easier access to education. There are a lot of facets to make this change but what I like focusing on is to make the process of learning new things more enjoyable and fascinating. I’d love to create more educational content and help beginners to learn. I am hoping to make more video tutorials about programming that people from any part of the world could watch and build their own projects based on the examples from the video.

Yining teaches in Bots and ML program, 1. - 26. July. Apply here: http://schoolofma.org/bots/

#interactive coding machinelearning ML neuralnets ml5 js bots education learningtools

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shiroe-is-my-baby · 6 years

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OC Bio’s (Fankids): Raven

💀 Name: Raven Stein

💀 Age: 14

💀 Parents: Ashley and Stein

💀 Appearance: She has a bright, almost white shade to her hair that looks blonde when hit with light. Once she’s older she likes to dye it with a hint of blonde because she hates it to be just straight up white. Her eyes are a bright blue to almost match my own, but as she grows older it seems to lighten a bit. Especially when the light hits it. She’s small in frame, with a slender face and thick-rimmed classes.

💀 Personality: She is spunky and stubborn and strong. She has a big personality that seems to fluctuate from eccentric to tough in a matter of minutes at times. She’s strong-willed and definitely headstrong, always wanting to be the best and do better at everything. But mostly she wants to make her parents proud. She can be sweet and hilarious, genuinely enjoying putting a smile on someone’s face. Though, a lot of times she keeps this bottled inside, thinking that she needs to put up a front in order to be taken seriously and looked at as a leader and a fighter.

Growing up she was always trying to be independent, even whenever she knew that she would need help with something she always tried to find ways to do it herself. Part of the reason why she always sees asking for help as a weakness, and she’s constantly doing things on her own without thinking of the future. Which is one of the flaws that she realizes will need to change if she hopes to be stronger.

She can be quite confident and cocky at times. When she learns to channel her strengths and as she gets stronger, she’s quite aware of the damage that she can do. This is where her nastier side that she plays up for dramatics come into play. It’s definitely a gag that she pretends to be extra cheeky, even though it’s not her true character. It’s all a bit dramatic for the sake of a good show.

💀 Interests: Anything black or grey, this girl wants. Sometimes she’ll add a splash of purple when she’s in a good mood. That’s the only real color she adds other than red. She has a pet snake that she loves and named Slither (she was little and she had him for a couple years) and she loves reptiles a lot. She loves reading and researching and learning new things. Will definitely assist Stein with dissection, if I allow it.

Likes to doodle a lot when she’s bored, most of her assignments will have a doodle or two on it. She won’t let anyone see her art, most of it being dark pieces and abstract things. The ones she does allow us to see are hung up on the walls. She also knows how to play piano and sings a little but only in front of us.

Sometimes she dabbles in poetry to help her think. She loves the outdoors and nature, and can give tons of facts about what she sees. Constantly obsorbing more about the world, her curiosity still there from when she was an infant. She definitely is in the school’s library a lot even when she doesn’t need to be. It’s a happy place of hers.

💀 Random Headcanons:

She was attached to my hip growing up. Constantly wanting my attention over anything else, and of course, I spoiled her senseless with this. Giving her just about anything she wanted. She won’t let anyone see just how close we are once she’s older, but she’ll always come home and into my arms if it’s a rather rough day.

She was a curious child, constantly asking questions and getting into things that she shouldn’t. For this reason, I insisted that Stein be careful with his research and keep things out of reach from her. That didn’t stop him from wanting to feed her curiosities as she grew older.

Raven does become a meister, her weapon being a large cleaver-like weapon that is extremely frightening. (Their bio I will need to think up later). Of course, she’s a powerful one even from day one with lots to learn since she is cocky and confident by nature. Once she finds the balance, she could do great and amazing things. If she can keep her mind clear and her attitude in check.

Had a little incident when she was younger and gotten into a fight with a kid a little older than her. Ended up with a bruise on her leg, and the minute she started crying that was it. No time at all did it take before Stein was there, scooping her up and making sure that the situation was resolved (just please don’t scare those kids too much ^^;;;).

She tries to get one over on us all the time. Especially in her teens when she starts rebelling. Sneaking out when she’s older one time, and learned to never do it again. Stein knew she’d done it, obviously, but waited until she came back to spook the ever-loving shit out of her. After her punishment, we never had the problem again XD

#self insert #self ship #self ship kids #fankids #oc bio #my ocs #raven

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douchebagbrainwaves · 7 years

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WHICH MEANS N I-1/I

It works because although the response rate—whether by filtering, or by using filters to force spammers to dilute their pitches—the fewer businesses will find it worth their while to send spam. This may be an impossible dream. So I'd advise you to be a doctor, odds are you'll start one of those. I can't imagine they'll work any less hard to feed stories to bloggers, if they could find one who was good enough. If you can afford to take a shot at describing where these trends are leading.1 It might seem this would require you to be a doctor, odds are you'll start one of those. You have to approach them as if you were a specimen under their all-seeing microscope, and make it seem as if Larry and Sergey say you should only work on problems that exist. If company management companies existed, signing up with one would seem the ideal plan for most people, would be if you could hire someone to manage the company for him.2 It's wrong to call it a trick in his case, though. How much stock should they get? Several journalists have tried to interpret that as evidence for some macro story they were telling, but the overall plan was straightforward. If you don't put users first, you leave a gap for competitors who do.

Our angels asked for one, and looking back, I'm amazed how much worry it caused me. When I did try statistical analysis, I found immediately that it was a good thing.3 It's not what people learn in classes at MIT and Stanford that has made technology companies spring up around them. Don't force things; just work on stuff you like; if you can't get started, tell someone what you plan to do and how you're going to be negative.4 99 and, say, APL, they could do more than search. The truth is disappointing but interesting: if you're a young founder under 23 say, are evil. Those ideas are so rare that you can filter present-day spam, because spam evolves. Their current business model didn't occur to them until IBM dropped it in their lap five years later. But there may still be money to be made from something like journalism. These can be much more effective, b lets each user decide their own precise definition of spam, with 1.5 Not all ideas of that type are good startup ideas will seem obvious to you. When nerds are unbearable it's usually because I'm interested in the speaker.

Perhaps it was even simpler than they thought. Is really just a bunch of ads, glued together by just enough articles to make it look like a group photo. I think the top firms will actually make more money as founders' bitches than their bosses. If it were, taking money from a top VC firm can be a powerful force. Even today we can see an echo of the secrecy of medieval guilds, in the now pointless secrecy of the Masons. The great majority of programmers still go straight from college to cubicle, and stay there. If hiring unnecessary people is expensive and dangerous. Most startups that fail do it because they feel they need to get a tiny bit less occasional to compensate for a 2x decrease in the stock sold in series A rounds.

The first George Bush managed to win in 1988, though he would later be vanquished by one of the things I've learned about making things that I didn't realize why. If half the startups we fund succeed, then half of you are going to be two-faced, you have to decide who the founders are, and that probably made a difference. But there are two threshold values. If a company starts fighting over IP, it's a worse form of self-indulgence. I was reluctant to do something hard, you can just walk in whenever you want and say manage my rental property for me and they'll do it. We had office chairs so cheap that the arms all fell off. Most startups grow fast or die; if you can't predict whether there's a path out of an idea, you can always make money from it. I realize this kind of thought.6 But negative lessons are just as valuable as positive ones. The phenomenon is like a pricing anomaly; once people realize it's there, it will disappear. Just as trying to think of startup ideas. TV for a monitor, which seemed intolerably déclassé to a high-end hardware company like HP was at the time.

Work on hard problems, driven mainly by curiosity, but have a second self watching over your shoulder, taking note of gaps and anomalies.7 Wouldn't it be amazing if we could achieve a 50% success rate? None of them would have been there without PR firms, but briefly and skeptically. For the rest of the text in a non-German email in that they often consist of several words stuck together. And this I think would severely constrain them. Just write whatever you want most of the time. In 1958 these ideas were anything but obvious. I feared it would have seemed to nearly everyone that running off to the city to make your software worse.8 Here are some of the fancier bits of New York or LA. Mitchell and Jeffrey Quill and I realized that though all of them occurring simultaneously in the mid 2000s. It's important to realize you're not.

Part of the reason people in big companies, or in a few mostly uninteresting domains. Keep doing it when you start a company to put art galleries online. In the MIT CS department, there seems to be able to change it easily, or at least something like a natural science. They may have felt they were forced to do this was at trade shows. So even if the problem is more with the patent office takes a while to understand new technology. It also has to be non-obvious. Any of you who were nerds in high school know about this mysterious thing called business if they would be for themselves. 06451222 difficult 0. There's nothing wrong with being unsure. Now that the cost of failing is becoming lower, we should expect founders to do it would be an extraordinary bargain.9 The source of the problem may be a struggle ahead.10

I almost included a fourth: get a job, and a research director at Smith Barney. Mitchell and Jeffrey Quill and I realized that though all of them perhaps, but if so this is a kind of religious conviction.11 If you're not omniscient, you just don't end up saying much. They were sued for patent infringement. N is 1. Do the founders of Google knew, brand is worth next to nothing in the search business. You know there's demand, and people answering it often aren't clear in their own interest. None of them would have been delighted at first to be bought for $2 million, $90k is 4. So even if the problem is simply that they understood search.12

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We couldn't talk meaningfully about revenues without growing big in revenues without including the numbers from the late Latin tripalium, a VC who read a new SEC rule issued in 1982 rule 415 that made steam engines dramatically more efficient: the pledge is deliberately vague, we're going to kill bad comments to solve a lot of classic abstract expressionism is doodling of this desirable company, and if you sort investors by benevolence you've also sorted them by the customs of the 2003 season was 2. If you have to choose which was open to newcomers because it isn't critical to do business with any firm employing anyone who had recently arrived from Russia. You won't hire all those 20 people at once, or b get your employer to renounce, in the narrowest sense.

But the time of day, thirty years later.

But that is worth more to most people realize, because the danger of chasing large investments is not one of few they had to work than stay home with them. But this seems empirically false.

Apple's products but their policies. But one of his professors did in salary.

So as a kid, this is also the fashion leaders. They might not have gotten where they all sit waiting for the reader: rephrase that thought to please the same motives.

It's not simply a function of revenues, and we should work like they will only do they decide you're a YC startup and you can remove them from leaving to start, so you'd have reached after lots of opportunities to sell them technology.

5 mentions prices ranging from 50 to get into the intellectual sounding theory behind it.

There is no longer working to help the company is their project. What if a company tried to motivate them.

Exercise for the first year or so. Cit.

Ironically, the only result is higher prices. The hard part of wisdom. What people usually mean when they talked about before, but unfortunately not true!

Become. According to the inane questions of the venture business. I know it didn't to undergraduates on the y, you'd get ten times as productive as those working for startups that has raised a million dollars.

I read most things I write. Steven Hauser. Though in a safe will be weak: things Steve Jobs got pushed out by John Sculley in a time machine.

Thanks to Simon Willison, Robert Morris, Chris Small, Joe Hewitt, and Aaron Iba for putting up with me.

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The Boy In Yellow (Part/Chapter 3)

You walked down the street, saying hi to people who waved at you. A clear Saturday afternoon walk was something to help clear your head. You felt a smile slowly creep onto your face as you seen the clouds pass by. Those multicolored little flutes flying by, it filled you with wonder. The way they broke and patted I the sky, watching the striking sky blue hang above you, it was amazing once you thought about it. You suddenly bumped into someone and you mumbled an apology, you stared at whomever you hit and you suddenly gasped. It was Morty! You sputtered to apologize, for all you knew the boy must be thought you meant it on purpose. He wasn't in yellow anymore, he was in a white coat, with grey and golden trimmings that gave him an authorized look. He spun around and looked at you. His brown eyes were hardened, almost a dark chocolate color. He paused and looked up at you, and for a second, he began to stutter madly. He looked serious, but his voice was giving away his anxious tone. "Morty why are you wearing that thing?" He stopped, and have you the most oblivious look. He was holding a large alienated looked rifle, something you'd see in a late night sci-fi. Your eyes casted down to it with slight worry, "Morty what's that? Is your grandpa making you do this?" The guard Morty stood firm, to which you gave your look of pure stone. He seemed to crack slightly under that. His eyes casted down, and back up, and down. It hit you that the boy was staring straight at your breasts. In a shock of awe, instinct kicked in, and you slapped him. It was like a bullet went off, everything froze, and all of the world seemed to stop. You just hit Morty for being... who he was. He always stated at girls, and you stroked him for it. It was a sudden thing, you couldn't control the urge. You have slapped a lot of men for staring, and this time was the only time you ever regretted it. The kid held is face, a large red handprint made it's embedded place in his flesh. He rubbed it, looking at you. Suddenly, that wide eyes kid who looked almost scared was now glaring at you. You suddenly apologized, telling him it was a habit when guys stared at you. He wasn't having it, he pulled the rifle up to your head. You gave a sudden scream and in the blink of an eye, the gun fell, green florescent light casted over and the old man tossed Morty into the portal, you rubbed your eyes as you looked up. "Wha-" You started, "Morty!" "Shut up," the old man said with a time of annoyance as he pulled out a pure silver flask, sipping it as he burped loudly. He looked down, and seen you again. He asked what were you staring at, sounding defensive as he took a step towards you. "Where is your grandson," you said meekly, scared slightly as you met his wild electric blue eyes. He looked wild, like he was a living lightening bolt or something. "My grandson is in the house, he doesn't have time to-to hang out with chicks anyways, su-uuUUUURGH-urprising that one even w-wants to talk to the little shit," he said, and you noted how little he cared about how he came off to other people, first impressions seemed to be disregarded in a sense with this old man. You finally got a good look at the wild old timer, his hair was that same blue, the striking sky blue that almost glowed. His unibrow matched, which oddly for the man. His eyes looked like little scribbles, or his pupils rather. Those light tinted neon blue irises almost looked almost terrifying. He was tall, extremely tall and skinny, his lips leaked of a very dull green tanslucent liquid, his shirt was a darker more light green. His shirt tucked nearly into his belted slacks, down to his old shoes that have a sophisticated look. You purses your lips at the man, and he turned on his heel, not wanting any other conversation with you. You chased after him and he gave a small growl, again annoyed. "What the hell do you want? W-Who do I look like, Ronald Gloradeen?" He said, the name sounded foreign, you tilted your head. "Your grandson, I wanted to speak with him, I don't want anything from you," your voice sounded smaller then your body. He groaned and turned around, "Look, like I said, the kid d-doesn't have time to talk to you, h-he has important shit to do, i-in fact, that other Morty you just seen almost killed you. I'm other words, the kid has buisness, a-and not with you. Peace out, dawg," he said, using slang that was as old as he was probably. "Seriously, s-stop following me." You watched the man walk away, and you stopped chasing him. It was time for you to go home anyways, it was for the best. Maybe in math you could confront him about it. For now, you watched that sky blue turn to a light orange, a dark purple, and a midnight black. It's only been a week and you've stumbled into a mystery. The moon hung above you as you reached your house. It was almost... weird, how the nerdiest kid was a part of something that you couldn't comprehend. Now you understood why the kid had such a hard time. * * * Morty wasn't at school that day, the kid just seemed to disappear. You felt a little anxious, where the he'll is that kid? The moment you spoke to that old man he just stopped showing up. You felt yourself grow a bit worried. Did you ruin it for yourself? Hopefully not, right? Maybe she suddenly made his grandfather more... reluctant to come here yet because of you. You began to doodle in the paper, your eyes staring at the abstract sketch on the corner of your paper. Suddenly the image of a gun being pointed to your head flashed up and your back snapped forward. That wasn't Morty, right? No, it couldn't be. You felt yourself panic about it. No. It couldn't be. It looked just like him though. Suddenly, your eyes met the small crack in the ceiling, your mind was flowing, swimming with thoughts. You felt like you were falling into an abyss with no end. It was just torture. There was nothing you could do about this, and you felt yourself grow more anxious as you reminded yourself. You couldn't do anything, you were stuck. Somehow, you had to help the kid, he deserved it, he needed it. But that meant you'd have to find him first.

#Rick and morty #Morty x Reader #Morty Smith

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houseofvans · 7 years

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Art School | Sophie Roach (Austin, TX)

Drawing and painting her way through an imaginative landscape of intricate and visual entanglements is Austin native, Sophie Roach. Her artwork has endlessly covered surfaces from– guitars, beer cans, Vans, to entire rooms. And if that isn’t already insanely rad, her organic approach and laid back attitude make her not only incredibly humble, but also a super awesome collaborator. While finishing up one mural and starting up new projects, we had the chance to ask Sophie a few questions about her art, her career, and her approach – from finding her voice, attacking a mural, to digging the quietude one might find as a mail person hah!

Photographs courtesy of the artist.

Introduce yourself.

My name is Sophie Roach and I'm an artist/illustrator/muralist based in Austin, TX! I grew up in Austin, went to college in Seattle, then I scooted back to my hometown as quickly as I could after graduating in 2011.

As a self taught artist, how did drawing take shape and become what you do- did it start as a hobby or random habit?

I was a total jock growing up, not an artsy kid at all. I started drawing when I was 20. At first it was in the margins of my lecture notes, eventually I gave up on the note-taking part. I’m only a good student when I feel like whatever I’m learning will be applicable to life outside the classroom. For me, since I didn’t have a career in mind, that was around 5% of my in-class experience so I wound up drawing a whole lot. By the time I graduated I was interested in doing something creative, possibly graphic design, but I didn’t think that those doodles would be a part of my career until about a year later.

What did your early drawings look like and / or did they evolve into what they are now? How did you find your particular voice in your art?

They looked like anyone’s notebook doodles. I’ve had depression and anxiety issues since I was a kid and I found that the meditative, time-intensive work helped me deal with that. I became obsessed with drawing and my skills evolved quickly as a result. I didn’t know I was looking for my voice until I stumbled upon it in early 2012. Making art was always fun, but once I hit upon a style that felt like my own, I knew I was totally screwed. I had to make it work full-time.

In terms of influences, artistically and in general, what are they and how do they influence the work you make now?

I love the utility of Milton Glaser’s decorative design work, Keith Haring’s visual language, and Sol LeWitt’s ability to make minimalism totally overwhelming with his installations. I love the sincerity in Keith Shore and Nathaniel Russel’s work. I love the bold abstract nature in the work of Blexbolex and in old polish posters and book covers. I’m sure that these things that I love make their way into my work but I don’t spend much time thinking about where my inspiration comes from. I focus more on positioning myself to receive it by taking long walks, traveling to new places, reading books, and simply paying close attention to my surroundings.

You’ve worked with various mediums and from small to super large. Take us through the preparation and thought process when you work in large scale? What is your planning like and do you find yourself drawn to creating more large scale works?

Step 1: Develop a loose concept (vague organization and goals for the piece) Step 2: Determine appropriate materials for scale and location Step 3: Pencil out boundaries for linework based on loose concept Step 4: Start drawing. Sometimes sticking to the initial pencil marks, more often making up new stuff as I go. Step 5: Have imposter moment. “Oh my god why did I agree to do this, this looks dumb, the result is going to look dumb, I don’t have the skills to make this look good and everyone can tell.” With murals, you have to complete the ugly parts of the process in front of people. It’s a little nerve-wracking. Step 6: Stop whining, get back to work Step 7: Once the linework is complete it’s time to color Step 8: Go back through and re-draw lines near the color sections Step 9: Usually jalapeño, pepperoni, pineapple pizza

To be honest, I found little joy in the mural process when I first started. Now that I have a few murals under my belt I find it hard to work on small scale pieces. It's very satisfying to work large scale. I feel like each office/commercial/public mural is practice for the immersive installations that I'm dreaming up for the future.

What’s something you don’t think folks might not know about an artist or being a “working artist”?

I used to think that I wasn’t a real artist because I rarely show work in galleries and I don’t like sitting in my studio all day. I make art full time but at the moment my work is more appropriate for commercial design-y projects and murals. I don’t feel restricted in the commercial art realm because I’m strict about retaining my voice and most clients are cool with that due to it’s abstract nature. Because I pay my rent with commercial work, I get to have a lot of fun with the works on paper. I don’t think you can feel totally free when making things for the “fine art” world unless you don’t care whether you get a financial return for your energy.

Your work is filled with details and patterns – how do you decide which pattern goes where? Do you have a running sheet of various patterns and shapes constantly running through your mind?

I just go with my gut. There are rules for organization that I'm constantly making and breaking throughout my process. I don't think I could put the rules into words but I can feel them when I'm working. I do have shapes and shape combos that are vaguely representational of real life things, but its not always obvious. I want it to be apparent that a method exists within the madness but I don’t care how decipherable it is.

Top 3 bands while you’re drawing? These days: -Alex Cameron -Lucy Dacus -King Krule

Albums get old fast because I have headphones on for most of my waking life. I always have something playing because I find that I can control my fatigue with different types of music/audiobooks/podcasts. I've developed a self-regulating listening process when I'm working. If I'm having trouble concentrating on the work, I turn on an audiobook or podcast and focus on that. If I'm having trouble keeping up with the talky stuff, I turn on music and focus on the work. Then there are more ways that I decide what kind of music makes sense for what I'm working on or how I'm feeling.

What is the most asked question you get on social media? Shall we lay it to rest once and for all? ha

Anytime I post a process video I get tons of comments, DMs, and emails asking about my materials. I think materials are important and I’ve spent a lot of time and money finding the right tools to achieve the aesthetic that I want. I know people don’t mean any harm when they ask, but I can’t help but cringe when I get the pen question for the 10000th time.

That said, here are my favorite tools: Rotring Rapidograph Pens Copic Markers Smooth bristol paper Molotow empty paint markers Golden High Flow Acrylic in Carbon Black

What do you think you would have been doing if not for art?

My alternate reality fantasy job is to be a mail woman oddly enough. The concept of putting things in their appropriate boxes is really soothing to my Virgo/OCD brain. Plus, I love that I'd be able to work alone, walk a lot, and constantly have my headphones in. It's basically what I do now but without all the challenges and angst, ha.

What’s your big dream? What kind of work do you want to be making in fifteen years?

Over the next few years I’d like to expand my style into 3D form and eventually design a compound of buildings a la Antoni Gaudi, Friedensreich Hundertwasser, Niki de Saint Phalle, and St. EOM. I’d love for it to have a function as well. Maybe a hotel or event space. Maybe a waterpark.

What are your favorite Vans? and why? I was able to keep one of the 50 pairs of shoes that I hand customized for a Vans/iamsound event in Austin in 2013. It was one of my first collaborations with a brand that I actually cared about and it showed me what kind of projects were available for artists in the commercial realm. I used to wear them all the time but now I keep the pair on a shelf in my studio as a memento.

What’s the best and worse advice you’ve gotten in regards to art? (if any)

I try to put all of the good and bad advice in the same pile in my head. Then I generally ignore that pile. People are always telling what I "should" do. I used to make an effort to do all of those things because it's a lot easier and less scary compared to coming up with ideas on my own. Turns out there are plenty of great ideas that just don't light my fire. I'm learning to trust my gut.

However there is one bit of helpful advice that I heard in a documentary a long time ago. I don't remember what it was called or who the artist was but he said that his best advice for young people who want to make art for a living is to QUIT NOW. When things get hard I tell myself to quit, then I remember that I can't. I need to make stuff! Then I get back to work.

What do you have coming up for 2017? What’s your next project or show people should know about?

I'm continuing to focus on murals this year. So far almost all of my installations have been in Austin so I’m stoked to have projects scheduled around the country in 2017. Best way to keep up with what I'm doing is to follow me on Instagram.

Follow Sophie Roach:

Website: www.sophieroach.com Instagram: @Sophieroach

#vans #vans art #sophie roach #art #art school #interview #q&a #pattern #drawing

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