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Paring: bf Jisung x afab reader (gn pronouns)

Summary: After a long week of stress, work and quick fucks, Y/N and Han are desperate to let off some steam. However, when Y/N comes up with the idea of incorporating Viagra in their sex life, will they be able to handle it when that desperation escalates to drug-induced, animalistic fucking?

Genre: +18 content so MDNI, bf Jisung, slight crack, wild primal smut!, tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warnings: switch!sub-lean!Han, switch!Y/N, unsafe!use!of!viagra!, Y/N is a MENACE, protected sex (reader has an IUD)!, intoxicated!sex!, dazed!sex!, primal!thoughts(?)!, rough!manhandling!, biting!, marking!, hair!tugging!, pussy!eating!, mutual!masturbation!, rough!fingering!, messy!, cum!eating!, riding!, doggy!style!, creampie! (wrap it before you tap it), pet!names! (babe, baby!boy!, darling, my love, baby, pretty baby), mentions of shower!sex!, possession!, crying!

Please let me know if I’ve missed anything <33

WARNING: This use and representation of Viagra is INACCURATE and UNSAFE to take. Please DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME and always THOROUGHLY RESEARCH and CONSULT WITH HEALTH PROFESSIONALS before consuming ANY TYPE OF DRUG.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Han quizzed as he squinted at the fineprint upon the box, thoroughly underlining each section of text with a delicate finger. He glanced between the spoons, the scattered viagra pills decorating the countertop of the kitchen and you, who was dividing equal portions to two glasses. You swatted a hand, pooh-poohing his validated concern. “Babe, if I’m being honest, I could give less of a fuck right now,” you waltzed to the sink carrying the glasses and filling them up to equal levels. “It’s been ages since we’ve spiced up our sex life cause of work and other events,” you placed them on the counter, dropping two pills per cup and stirring them vigorously with a spoon. “And frankly,” you squatted down to watch them rapidly dissolve in the liquid, Han following suit. “I need a hard and rough fuck.”

A spluttered cough was sounded to your left, a smirk etching your lips as you glanced at the eruption of rouge gracing his flushed face. “Cat caught your tongue darling?” you battered your lashes, presenting him with your best seductive siren eyes. “Sh-shut up,” he choked out, playfully slapping your shoulder. You chuckled, returning your sight to the now foggy solution slowly swirling around in the glasses. “Yaayyyy, it’s done!!” you jumped up in glee, rapidly clapping your hands in excitement. Hurriedly, you passed a glass to Han, beaming at him with eagerness as he gingerly took the glass from your hand. He swallowed.

“What if something goes wrong?” Han gazed into your eyes, a frown forming as worry and unsurety splayed across his features. You cupped his cheek with a hand, gently caressing his smooth skin. “If it’s that much of an issue, we don’t have to do it,” you assured him. He leaned into your touch, a brief moment passing before he quickly shook his head. “Fuck it, we only live once,” he stated before winding your arm around his to create a love shot. A devilish grin unfurled from your lips as a mischievous glint illuminated your eyes. “That’s the spirit baby boy,” you winked at him. He rolled his eyes. “You’ll be the death of me.” A quiet chortle erupted from your mouth.

“Bottoms up my love,” you clinked glasses and with that you both downed the drinks, grimacing at the bitter after-taste. “That tasted like shit,” Han gagged, cutely wrinkling his nose as he set aside his glass. “Agreed,” your body shuddered in response to the disgusting flavour. A quiet silence enveloped the atmosphere, both of you lost in thought. “Well,” he voiced after a moment. “I guess we’ll see how long this’ll take.”

He drummed his fingers against the counter as you hummed in agreement, anticipation lacing your veins. “I think I’m going to have a shower,” you contemplated, leaning in to place a delicate peck to his cheek. You brushed against his ear. “Don’t miss me too much my love,” you murmured, gently nibbling the cartilage, teasingly pulling away before he could touch you. A frustrated smirk adorned his lips, his grip tightening against the kitchen bench. “You little tease,” he sighed as he shook his head, gaze trailing after you as you sauntered off to the bathroom, flashing him a final wink before locking the door behind you.

Not even ten minutes later cool water sprayed against your heated and tingly skin as thick globs of arousal dripped down your thighs. A primal fog of desperation clouded your logic and senses as you rapidly rubbed your clit. A loud mewl ripped from your throat in need. “J-jisung-,” you panted, now humping your hand in swift, erratic, pulsating motions. As if summoned, an urgent knock echoed the bathroom walls and a meek “B-babe?” was whimpered behind the locked door. You scrambled out of the shower, not bothering to dry off nor change. With jittery hands you unlocked the door and your world paused as your eyes feasted on the sight before you.

There, in the doorway, stood Han. You took in his bare form; gleaming sweat glistened against his rubicund complexion, strips of hair clung to his damp forehead, primaeval lust embellished his virile features as he shamelessly eyed your naked body. His chest expanded and contracted with each heave, his ligaments twitching in agitated desire. Your gaze slowly trailed his sculpted frame, admiring his lean physique and halting at the prize that stood tall and proud between his limbs. The bulbous tip was tinted in an angry crimsoned hue as dribbles of precum leaked from the slit, defining veins protruding from his long shaft. Your breath hitched as you encompassed in the view of his erected dick, your thighs clenching as lewd thoughts swam in your drug-induced mind. An audible gulp echoed as a treacle of arousal slid down your legs. You flickered your eyes back to his.

As if possessed, your mouths collided, inflicting a chaotic battle of tongues and teeth as your hands roamed each other's skin. With a bang, Han slammed the door shut, rattling the condiments on the counter and pinning you against the cool door as he continued to devour you. Choirs of breathy whines escaped your throats as desperation and impatience surged through your bodies. You harshly holstered your legs around his hips, forcing his thigh to wedge between your palpitating cunt. A jolted moan erupted from your lips at the contact, eyes rolling back as you broke the violent transit of kissing. Han dived for your exposed neck, littering bruising bites as his canines lightly pierced your skin. Your mouth gaped in a silent shriek as he continued his nimble ministrations, leaving a stream of red and warm-purple blotches in his wake as he pursued down, down, until he was level with your sopping pussy.

He inhaled deeply, basking in your alluring scent as a guttural groan resonated throughout his thorax. A carnal, possessive desire infatuated his being as he moistened his lips. “Mine,” he growled before licking rabid strips against your mound. A choked whine cascaded your vocals as he demolished your throbbing heat. You rutted your hips in sync with his beastly motions as your animalistic temperament consumed your entire consciousness. “Ji-Jisu-ng,” you gasped. He glanced up, his brown doe eyes glinting with need as his hand wandered between his legs, hissing in pleasure as he held his seeping cock. His grip on your waist tightened as he began to jack off, setting an undulated rapid pace. He thumbed his tip, earning a desperate mewl as more semen leaked from the angry slit. The vibrations of his vocals rippled against your clit, sprinkling your mind with a euphoric sensation. Your hips became hasty as you chanted his name like a mantra.

“Cl-cl-clos-e,” you breathly whined as your fingers intertwined in his sweaty locks, tugging and pulling at the roots, jolting a loud whimper from his mouth and spurring Han to fasten his motions. “M-me t-too,” he sighed, flinging his head back as he felt the surge of his impending release. He roughly pummelled two fingers into your wet heat, haphazardly scissoring you open, leaving you gaping and breathless. He began toying with your clit, mirroring his antics with the head of his shaft. You both elicited a loud moan at the stimulation, wildly humping your hips as you and Han chased your orgasms. “Go-nna c-cum!” you cried as you fell over the edge of tranquil bliss. Your juices squirted on Han’s hand and pleasure-ridden face, his own cum splattering against your quaking legs and the wooden door, painting it a creamy hue.

In an esurient daze, Han hungrily lapped at your sweet fluid, groaning as the taste flooded his searing tongue. You continued to rut against his mouth, gradually riding out your high. Deep, heavy, pants plagued the bathroom as both you and Han caught your breaths, the scents of your arousals pluming the air as need slowly began to itch at your veins once more. You felt a soft tap below your kneecap and peered down to see the quivering body of Han. Sat perched on his knees, eyes shimmering with a silent plea as his cock was still erected and vibrantly red as a meek whimper chorused his throat. “P-please,” he begged as water glistened his tear ducts. “N-need t-to f-uck you.” He snaked his arms around your waist before gently dragging you down, plonking you onto his cum coated lap, whining at the contact against his tingly skin.

Your limbs shook as you exhaustingly hoisted yourself above his pulsating shaft, drooling at the sight of his tip continuing to seep his semen. You wet your lips. “R-ready?” you horsley cooed. An eager nod was all you needed before you plunged his member deep into your slick chore. You both abruptly gasped, a lewd whine following suit at the sensation. You began to bounce, repeatedly pounding on his cock as the primal fog enveloped you with desire once more. Han’s jaw fell slack as his mouth gaped in silent, intoxicated bliss. Rugged pants reverberated across the confined space, your breaths mixing and intertwining with one another as you quickened your pace. You grazed your hand against his cheek, tilting his head as you pressed your lips against his, exchanging saliva in a sloppy, feverish kiss.

Han angled his face, devouring your mouth as he planted his heels against the smooth surface of the tiles and thrusted. Riveting bursts of pleasure raced throughout your bodies with each smack of your hips as he repeatedly struck your g-spot. Sparks flew in your vision, almost becoming palpable. His nails dug into your skin, embellishing them with crescent-shaped marks. Laboured whines and moans encircled the atmosphere as you teetered on the edge of utopia. “S-so c-clo-se!” Han panted, his pace now rabid in desperation to orgasm. “M-e t-too!” you cried as your wet heat clenched his twitching dick like a vise.

In a sudden lurch, Han flipped you onto your stomach, accidentally thumping the cabinetry in suit as a series of loud clatters tinkered against the counter, sink and ground. Without a care, Han continued to piston his hips into your sopping pussy, now in doggy-style. He gently raked his nails down your exposed nape to the curve of your ass, a lewd groan surging from his throat. “M-my p-pretty ba-by,” he whined as he ran his hand to the back of head and gave a firm tug on your damp hair. You gave a vehement mewl at the sensation, carving your palms with moon-like streaks. “C-cu-m-ming!” you squealed, clouded speckles blinding your vision as you came. Your juices plashed against his pulsating shaft as he gave a final cry before drowning your drenched cunt in his thick ropes of cum.

Filthy whimpers enveloped the room as Han continued to half-heartedly rut into your core. Your filled heat spasmed as overstimulation began to settle in your limbs as you gradually came down from your high, your sight becoming crystal. Once your breathing regulated a little, Han’s arms gave in and he collapsed on top of you, enveloping you in his embrace. He delicately brushed aside stray strands of your hair before placing a loving peck upon your forehead and slumping beside you. “Wow,” he wheezed after a moment’s pause, your chests heaving in exhaustion as you regained your bearings. With quaking limbs you sat up, gazing upon the tarnished bathroom as scatters of health-care and beauty products adorned the floor, some oozing liquid from its fractured encasement.

“We’ve fucked the bathroom,” you gruffly chuckled, wincing slightly as your throat felt like sandpaper. Han propped himself up and his eyes widened as a sheepish grin graced his flushed features. “My bad,” he grimaced before expelling in a coughing fit and laying back down on the cold tile as he closed his eyes and took deep, calming breaths. You glanced at him, a small smile gracing your lips before your eyes flitted to the cum-stained door, some of Han’s essence still dripping onto the tiled floor. “We should really clean that before it permanently discolours it,” you gestured to the ghastly evidence. Han merely hummed before you attempted to stand up, only to have your knees buckle and flop to the ground in exhaustion. A muffled laugh chorused from your side.

“Shut up,” you hissed. “This is your fault.” A small pout formed on your face as you softly slapped his arm in feign annoyance. Han only giggled more before he sat eye-level with you. “Sorry my love,” he grinned before pecking your pouty lips. He stood up with a groan, carefully dodging the fallen objects before returning with a damp towel and thoroughly wiped the edge of the door, chucking it in the bin afterward. “What about me?” you teasingly huffed, gesturing to your leaking pussy as a mixture of both your fluids trickled onto the floor. He playfully rolled his eyes, already retrieving another damp cloth before bending down and delicately wiping away the remnants of your cums. Your breath hitched at the cool touch, sucking on your lip to suppress any audible whimpers.

“You know,” you started after a pause as Han’s eyes flickered up to yours. “With how hard you fucked me, you probably broke my IUD in two.” A startled choking noise sounded from him as his skin ran a deeper crimson. You cackled at his response before cupping his rouged face in your hands, halting his motions as you caressed his warm cheeks. “My shy baby,” you cooed, planting a sweet kiss upon his lips. Your mouths moulded in sync as Han dropped the cloth and mirrored the kiss, sighing in contentment as he held you closer. You carefully broke the kiss, pulling back to admire his handsome features as he reclined into your palms. “I love you,” you whispered. A warm smile spread across his face as he leant in to peck your forehead. “I love you too,” he hummed, staring at you adoringly.

Suddenly, he stiffened. His face flushed a deeper crimson. You felt something prod your core. Han quickly glanced down. Then back at you. Your eyes widened. A bashful smirk adorned his face.

“Round two?”

A/N: Heyyyyy guys I'm backkkk!!! I've been working on this fic for a while now so I hope you all enjoyed it :)) ALSO WE REACHED 100 FOLLOWS!! I'm so happy!! I can't thank you guys enough for sticking around when I haven't been posting much, it really means a lot to me :)). Have a wonderful day/night and I hope to see y’all soon <33

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ofhope · 1 year

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Sampo, how much would it take for you to provide certain services?

Exaggeration, a key element in any performer's repertoire; a hum too theatrical, too contemplative. With such a pronounced emphasis, who wouldn't know the underlying messages being conveyed? Even if there isn't breath biting at your ear, even if there isn't a whisper — nevertheless, a few tap-tap-taps against his chin spell one thing: nonchalance.

“'Ole Sampo works a lot of magic! A 'lil pinch here, a dash there... it'll take a teeensy bit more info to get my old brain jogged. If intel's what you're jonesing for, I've got intel pourin' out my ears! Depends on what, though -- little miss Supreme Guardian? Got loads to spill about her, all of which would get her in a tizzy. How about that doctor lady, madam Natasha? Seems she's got some skeletons in her closet, and not of the anatomical model kind. Or, if you're feeling spicy, how's about some detail involving those, ah, Trailblazers as they call themselves? -- Your pal Sampo can't help you there, that group's got more mysteries than Sampo's got hands.

I've got plenty of the boring, fineprint stuff too... the payroll for every Silvermane Guard, what your tax money is being spent on, who robbed that sweet old woman down the street... but, you didn't come for any of that stuff, did you? -- Sampo Koski's a smart cookie! I've got the ears, nose, and hands for this sort of thing.”

A lean downward, impersonal however intimate all the same: quiet words meant for a singular pair of ears.

“I've gotta' tell you, though. That'll run you a couple hundred more. I'm all for a little fun here and there, these old bones are more agile than they look, but: business before pleasure, as they say... and I have a very tight schedule. So: name your price, sweetheart, and I'll give you some insider info.”

#Many apologies for all of the business-oriented puns. Unfortunately he is the way that he is.#asks‚ sampo.#Thank you for sending this in anon! <3

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gameguides · 2 years

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Pentiment Achievements Guide 100%

Welcome to our Pentiment Achievements Guide 100%. This guide aims to give concise information about the when and where's of the 41 in-game achievements. Players can ensure they are not missing any as they progress through the story, whilst having as little spoilt for them as possible. #Pentiment

Pentiment Achievements Guide 100%

Whilst I have included the names of the 7 secret achievements, I have not included the achievement icons in order to limit plot spoilers. Please note that I have organised the 41 achievements in chronological order, but it is not possible to unlock all achievements in a single playthrough. Some achievements require different backgrounds/studies, of which you can only pick one, and some achievements in Act I will lock you out of others. Where applicable, I have noted these instances. KEY: Section Heading The section within the Act from which these achievements can be unlocked. They are named after the main quest of that day/s. * = Achievements which can only be achieved with a certain Background/Study, chosen near the beginning of the game. Throughout the Acts 3 Achievements can be obtained outside of specific Acts:

Smell the Roses Interact with 10 different flowers. Can be unlocked from Act II if all flowers in Act I are interacted with.

A Regular Saint Francis Pet 5 different animals. Can be unlocked from Act II if all animals in Act I are petted.

Art of Persuasion Pass 5 dialogue checks. Act I - Pentiment Achievements Guide 100% 19 achievements can be unlocked in this Act. After Day 1, the majority can be tackled in any order, though I have tried to list them in a logical sequence. Please note that at the end of this Act, there are two achievements (Good Graces and Andreas Non Grata). One of which will always be unlocked on your first playthrough, depending on how your treat the abbot. Both cannot be obtained in the same playthrough. Multiple Act I achievements (Nosy Fella and Legal Eagle) will also lock you out of the Good Graces achievement. A Few More Pages

Simple Soul In the abbey's Scriptorium, help Illuminata collect the books. Convince her to give you the third book. In order to pass the dialogue check, you must enthusiastically agree to help her and choose dialogue options which speak positively of books and the church. If prompted, promise you will take the book far away from the church. Both the Bookworm and Orator traits can help pass the checks.

Cryptic Solutions Visit the Crypt in the abbey, and investigate the key on the marble relief at the end of the room. The Flood

Legal Eagle* (1/2) Can only be obtained with the Imperial Law area of study chosen. Complete chores for Ottilia, who can be found in her house by Bauer Farm. After the chores, examine the letter she asks you to look at and explain the legal fineprint to her. The remainder of this achievement will take place later during the conversation with Jacob Estler. Note: This achievement with lock you out of the Good Graces achievement.

Nosy Fella* Can only be obtained with the Rapscallion background. Attend the autopsy, and hide when Werner enters. Come to Florian’s defense and demand Werner apologise to him. When prompted, headbutt Werner. Note: This achievement will lock you out of the Good Graces achievement.

Quick Fingers Follow The Spinning Bee quest, and talk to Johan on the farm to begin the wool spinning minigame. Draft the wool x3, then spin x3. Doing so quick enough with unlock this achievement.

Good Influence Speak to Paul, who is most often found outside the Mill. Encourage him to keep drawing when prompted.

Kiss Zdena Visit the Library at night via the Crypt. When prompted after a cutscene, choose to remain in the Library whilst remaining hidden. When Zdena finds you in the morning, choose the flirty dialogue options to accept her advances. Note: I believe that remaining in the library and ultimately being caught by Illuminata will lock you out of the Good Graces achievement, but need confirmation.

Like a Record Baby Follow the Occult Hands quest. Examine the cipher found in the Scriptorium and find the information to crack it by talking to Doctor Werner (North Town) or breaking into the Library at night. Enter the Prior House in the abbey and solve the volvelle. Puzzle solution here.

Empty-headed Share a meal with Sebhat. He can be found at the abbey cloister, and this achievement will unlock towards the end of the cutscene.

The Root of the Problem Speak to Wojslav in the abbey kitchen and pass the dialogue check to allow you to enter the kitchen cellar. Speaking of Piero highly and having defended him previously against the abbot will help pass this check.

Grave Matters* Can only be obtained with the Logician field of study. After completing the volvelle cipher (Like A Record Baby achievement), examine the grave in the abbey courtyard. Speak to Gernot, who can be found in the Large Garden or Abbot House to let you dig up the grave. In order to successfully pass the check, you must have been polite with him and not been caught autopsying the body, or otherwise disobeying his orders. The Archdeacon's Investigation

Hot Goss During the conversation with Jacob, bring up Ferenc as a potential suspect and mention his correspondence with the Baron. This can be done by having investigated the Occult Hands quest and finding the letter and/or the rubbing of the letter in the Prior House.

Legal Eagle* (2/2) During the conversation with Jacob, bring up Otallia as a potential suspect. Mention the letter she received and convince Jacob Estler to stop the foreclosure proceedings in order to save her home. 4X Secret Achievement (The Stonemason, The Widow, The Prior, The Nun) There is one achievement for accusing each of the four suspects. It is possible to investigate all four leads within a single playthrough. Once you have accused one of the suspects and unlocked the achievement, exit and reload the game in order to do so for the other three.

Good Graces End Act I in the abbot’s favor. In order to unlock this achievement you must have been polite with Gernot throughout, not spoken up at the dinner with the Baron, not been seen autopsying the body or punching/headbutting Werner - in general, having meddled very little with abbey affairs. More Pentiment Achievements

Andreas Non Grata End Act I out of the abbot’s favor. This can be obtained in multiple ways; by choosing negative dialogue options with Gernot, being seen by Werner attending the autopsy, digging up the grave without Gernot's permission, speaking out at the dinner with the Baron etc.

The Baron Automatically unlocks at the end of Act I. Act II 14 achievements can be unlocked during this Act. Paying Respects

Room Service Complain to Niko at The Golden Hand about your room.

Matchmaker Speak to Endris, the blacksmith who is usually found in the Town Commons. Encourage him to talk to the girl at the market. Saint John’s Eve

A Fateful Sausage (1/2) Visit the cellar within the abbey kitchen and feed the cat the sausage. The achievement itself will be completed and unlocked during Act III. Another Murder

The Cornish Patient After visiting the monks in the Library and talking with Florian, speak with Gertrude in the Convent Garden. Investigate near the St Santia shrine in the Forest to find the yellow gentian. Bring it back to Gertrude and after a segment of time has passed, collect the medicine from her and deliver it to Aedoc in the Library.

High Roller Win everyone’s money at Lansquenet whilst investigating the lead at The Golden Hand. While the Rapscallion background is not required, it can make getting this achievement a lot quicker and easier. Exit and reload the game in order to get the Down to the Last Pfennig achievement as well.

Down to the Last Pfennig Lose all of your money at Lansquenet whilst investigating the lead at The Golden Hand. Exit and reload the game in order to get the High Roller achievement as well.

Should Have Seen the Other Guy* Can only be obtained with the Rapscallion background. Investigate the lead at The Golden Hand. Once all interactions are exhausted and the cutscene has played, choose to start punching. When prompted, sucker punch.

Among Us Speak with Brigita at Martin Bauer Farm about her husband. Choose the more kind and truthful dialogue options in order to pass a dialogue check. Alternatively, speak to Werner during The Golden Hand investigation. Downplay your own knowledge/achievements whilst mentioning his to help you pass the check. With the information he gives you, you can confront Martin directly.

The Penitent Man Investigate the lead at the Church in town. After the cutscene, complete your penance.

The Deer Hunter Pursue the lead at the Mill with Lenhardt and accept his offer to go hunting. Shoot the deer – aim slightly upwards in order to hit it. If you miss, you can exit and reload the game. Exit and reload in order to achieve The Hand of Mercy achievement.

The Hand of Mercy Pursue the lead at the Mill with Lenhardt and accept his offer to go hunting. Don’t shoot the deer – you must not shoot at all, as opposed to shooting and missing. Exit and reload in order to achieve The Deer Hunter achievement. Soldiers Approach 3X Secret Achievement – (The Embezzler, The Imposter, The Adulteress) There is one achievement for accusing each of the three suspects. It is possible to investigate all three leads within a single playthrough. Once you have accused one of the suspects and unlocked the achievement, exit and reload the game in order to do so for the other two.

Vis Major Automatically unlocks at the end of Act II. Act III - Pentiment Achievements Guide 100% There are 5 achievements to unlock in Act III, all of which can be obtained in a single play-through without exiting and reloading the game. Tassing’s Early History

The Second Plague When learning more about the town, speak to Artemis and Apollo in the forest. Read the full article

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danaiwrites · 2 years

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Welcome to my chaotic Tumblr!

I thought it was about time to do a proper intro post. Hi, I’m Danai, an SFF & Romance author (among other things). I write queer, mythpunk stories based on my heritage and my experiences living abroad as a queer, neurodivergent femme, and a journalist.

I'm repped by Lauren Bieker of FinePrint Literary and I’m currently on sub with three books: a timey-wimey Greek myth reimagining, a near future sci-fi thriller, and a sapphic YA fantasy steeped in Greek myth #CursedTheDeer

In 2022, I started writing and submitting short stories. Some of them have been published, and are available to read, if you like: -An urban fantasy story about memory, music and murderous mermaids in khoreo -A hope-punk cli-fi about saving the seeds of the future in Flourish Fiction

-A weirdly personal sci fi fantasy about a Wiccan priestess on an exoplanet in Haven Spec

-A sci-fi Medusa retelling in Etherea Magazine

When not working on my fiction, I'm a submissions editor for Uncanny Magazine, a columnist for Marie Claire Greece, a freelance line/dev editor, and a proofreader for khoreo magazine. I'm also interning at Tobias Literary Agency.

But mostly, I'm a butler for cats, chickens and any other animals that come my way. I live on a farm in Sweden with my partner and a flock of fury, feathered beasts.

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psychokusobaba · 2 years

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here we are again

covid day 6, 30 Oct 2022, 8.14pm

i’m officially certain i’ve been living my life making horrible choices along the way. an shy might that be - no one asks because no one will read this goddamn post?

i have managed to lose everyone who has any remote sort of emotional relationship with me - me, i did that. the dumbass that i am, i fucking did that.

now, i’m stuck with a semi-codependent relationship with my one and only bestfriend who is in a lovely relationship with a wonderful human who loves her wholeheartedly, living with my family (whom i’m pretty much estranged with apart from my mother) and even then i hate my mother alot at times.

but i have learnt that people are people, and we’re never gonna have them be people we want them to be. they are whole persons with personalities and choices they choose to make outside of you are all the choices they will make because you’re just one part of their multi-faceted life.

everyone’s a lil bit racist sometimes. we’re all bigoted lil fuckers making sense of the world, and i have to deal with it. I have to deal with it. i HAVE to deal with it. i have to deal with IT. i have to deal with it... sigh. while we talk about that, even then, clearly, people have to deal with me being the dumb fuck i am. i talk about things no one wants to hear all the goddamn time, no one want to come into a fucking 10 mile radius to deal with my goddamn personality.

and when they do, i don’t return the sentiment. it’s just easy to let it go man. i’m not very likeable. i know i’m not, and i do somewhat regret it, but do i really? obviously, there are clearly things you gotta let go in order to have people around you which includes but not really subjected to - being a goddamn good person, being better at listening, i’m better when people keep me at arm’s length. i’m better when i make random jokes about my lack of a father in my family, i’m better when i talk about how depressed i am, i’m more relatable and human when i talk about those things. i’m pessimistic, and i hold grudges adn those haven’t change.

i have a secret tumblr no one reads where i just throw all my goddamn bullshit at. and surprisingly, i’m not suicidal. okay, no one asked. am i living? i mean would you really being in bed for 24 hrs, watching streams and reading webtoons living? most people would disagree, but i’m not unhappy. hell, i’m fucking happy. would i enjoy a trip overseas? yeah sure, but that includes the packing, the travel anxiety, having to come back and having to deal with travel tiredness right? i don’t know if i like that part of travelling. what about going out with friends? what am i talking with them about? why am i hanging out with them? is it a chill session? or a update session? how’s my energy level at that day? how embarrassed am i today? am i scared i’m missing out because i’m actually scared? or is it because i somehow broke a social contract established in the fineprint where i’m supposed to showcase my good side and network? should i have gone? would i have gone? it would have costed a lot of $, not to be calculative but being a calculative motherfucker, will what i give be enough to maintain the friendship?

my brain is not acting in a cohesive flow because there are so many things happening. i’m trying to convolute things.

also, i’m afraid of my identity leaking and apparently the one friend found out i have a tiktok and follows me there and i find it awkward because i do not have a tiktok for that purpose. it’s meant as a form to escape and creatively create without judgement. but now it’s just another medium where i havent updated nor chosen to fucking do anything with.

everyone has moved on, grown, learnt, lived. yet here i am, stagnant, like a goddamn piece of shit. what has changed? apart form my weight and age. nothing has changed.

i mean, i realised that i’m probably asexual. i need to take a break from instagram because everyone has a life, likes children or has kids. and im just a piece of shit. i dont even wear makeup anymore to work and i feel like a potato, but despite being insecure, i’m too much of a lazy asshole to wake up early and put on better clothes, better face with make up and a smile on.

it kinda makes me realise that society is just as society is. people don’t change merely because you’ve grown up. you realise that the whole system was built and people in it were people who grew up and capitalised on the system this whole time. internalised fatphobia, beauty standards, societal beliefs, racial discrimination, cultural standards and beliefs, and everything to do with it. yes, there are still pockets where there are open-minded, but much like society and life, there are people who are just a textbook example of a regular, not bad person, but of very “straight” beliefs, and we just deal with it.

i guess i’m searching for a pocket of safe everywhere, but i need to realise and remember that the world is still the world despite what i want to believe it is. and i have a tough time dealing with it. i guess i’m still in the process of getting hurt, and whining about it as opposed to working towards accepting it.

i would describe myself as a pessimist - being frank right now. and just googled, it’s because i tend to protect myself, as opposed to try something that might end up either way. because it’s tiring, when things dont go the way i think it will. i need some sort of safety net (emotional or otherwise).

why did i not go to the birthday party? because i just don’t know anyone there, and people will be drinking and i might feel uncomfortable, and what if at the last minute i decide to cancel because i have introvert issues and i dont feel like going into a room filled with people i don’t know, spending money on transportation that i don’t want to spend, and buying a gift for a friend i haven’t met for 3 years. like hello? - see as i mentioned, protect, what ifs, all the i don’t wanna deal with situations. i know i’m preventing myself from an opportunity to open my eyes and enjoy, and live, but i guess i can’t help but not care too much because i have covid so it all worked out.

why am i thinking about this even though i have covid you might ask? because i felt guilty that i somehow maybe have broken a social contract rule, and i dont feel comfortable posting happy things because i didnt go to someone’s birthday party that they invited me to. like? hello? so it all ended that way. i shut the fuck up and i move on after this. (cue memory that decided to pop up where said person in bday had posted an unsatisfied story on a PUBLIC SOCIAL MEDIA about me in our time in school, and i just - it’s stuck in my head so i’m just gonna fucking yeet myself off social media till i feel better).

we run away till our problems don’t have a hold on us anymore, i’m sure i’ve posted unhappy stories on my own instagram about shitty people before as well, we’ll all live - eventually people just move on and forget. waiting for the forget to just appear. i feel like my cpu storage memory wipeout hasn’t happened yet, waiting for the factory reset.

lately finding things that make me happy has been pretty hard, i’ve been trying desperately not to play genshin or valorant today, but it seems i might just need them as a means to escape or entertainment because i’m not sure if i’ll be able to.

going back to work after a whole week off, although it’s a contract job, i’ve been feeling pretty shitty going back to it and i chalk it all up to having to take responsibility of fucking up and i genuinely don’t know how to cope/deal with it. i don’t know how to deal with it because it doesn’t make logical sense, yet i feel like it was completely and utterly my fault for having to deal with it, and fix it. and it hurts, i’ll be honest, it hurts my goddamn soul :( because i cant fix everything by myself.

i already feel some sort of guilt for not going to work tomorrow, but i’m on UNPAID MEDICAL LEAVE so does it really matter? no one gives a fuck, just one day and we move on. we’ll survive. and i’ll be honest, i don’t think anyone really has any sort of care in the world about what’ll be happening. the world accepts and moves on. we all move on in the end, my guilt only gets in the way of my full, undivided rest, i paid $50 on top of losing a week’s worth of income. we’ll move on.

this is word diarrhoea. thank you and goodbye. this is more therapeutic than i remembered.

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corruptedcaps · 4 years

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Heartless

Jason had bought his girlfriend Natalie a heart necklace for their one year anniversary and she was so delighted by it that she put it on immediately. She loved the way it looked on her and she repaid him by giving him the best sex he had ever had.

However the next few weeks Jason noticed Natalie become increasingly more distant and more unlike herself. She was wearing sexier clothes and makeup, staying out late with her friends and seemed to treat him like a chore. He also noticed that the necklace he gave her was looking different. It was no longer full, it was if it were getting hollowed out.

He looked up the website where he bought the necklace and discovered the fineprint he had missed while buying. It read:

“Designed to create increase beauty and sex drive in wearer. WARNING: prolonged use can cause vanity, narcissism, adultery, debauchery and ideas of grandeur. Look for the emptying of the heart as an early warning sign.”

Jason couldn’t believe what he was reading but it all lined up. He rushed into town to find Natalie, only to find her flirting with some guy. He pulled her away from the man to speak to her.

“Natalie I’m so sorry I’ve done this to you, I’ve made you into some heartless bitch by giving you the necklace. You look stunning now but at a serious cost. Please you have to take it off before it’s too late.” Jason pleaded but Natalie just laughed in his face.

“You think some necklace has made me see what a loser I was dating? I just realized weeks ago that I was too good for you, that this body was too good to be wasted fucking your limp dick. But if you think it’s the necklace then here.” She said ripping off the now completely hollow heart jewelry from her neck and throwing it at him.

“Keep it loser, I don’t want to be reminded of your pathetic face anymore. Maybe give it to your next girlfriend then you can pretend to be fucking the best thing you ever had.” Natalie said with a cruel laugh as she walked back to the waiting man who she kissed right in front of Jason. Natalie was now heartless and Jason now heart broken.

#f2f #corruption #magic #cc200 #corrupted #corrupted jewellery #bitchification #cc2020

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meet-me-in-the-kitchen · 4 years

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SIX CANDLES, ONE WISH (2)

part one

Harry misses his daughter’s sixth birthday, and some things can’t be undone.

— Recap of Last Part —

“You didn’t even call, daddy.”

“You have to understand that some things just are the way they are and in order to provide for our family—“

“Nevermind,” she muttered under her breath. “Forget I even asked you.”

— Recap Fin.—

Y/N knew what it meant to have a father who was willfully absent when it came to their child’s life.

Her father had been a man of great physical prowess coupled by a both thrilling and frightening lack of restraint resembling that of a wild animal in a kingdom that had never learned the rules. He was once a boxer renowned in a small town which multiplied in tourists whenever the ring flooded with the divinity of his strength. Somehow, somewhere, he had met her mother. After she had died while giving birth to Y/N, she had always felt the cruel truth of her father’s hate simmering somewhere in the back of her mind.

Harry wasn’t like that. She’d married him knowing he wasn’t like that, partly because he would never intentionally miss recitals, avert his eyes from his daughter- eyes that held anything but the palpable disgust y/n had been used to as a kid. He wouldn’t resort to alcoholism. she’d sworn her children would never be stuck in the cycle of worshipping their father most days, and wishing their bodies were drained of his vile, cursed blood on others.

“Forget I even asked.”

Yet, as her daughter, barely ninety centimetres tall, pushes the phone back into her hand while the receiver rings with excuses, she’s not so sure of who Harry is anymore.

“Y/N,” he starts, voice still flat. He doesn’t even know what he’s done wrong, she realizes with horror. “It was just a party. I’ll come home soon, and we can celebrate properly. It’s just her sixth birthday, any—“

“Six.” She repeats, voice choking with disbelief. “She’s six now, Harry.”

“What are you saying?”

Sighing, Y/N moves further back as groups of kids rush past in a game of tag, all with bright smiles on their faces, besides the birthday girl. A bit of anger stirred in her chest. Of course, he’d had to make her sad on this day.

“It lasts so much longer, you don’t even know,” y/n shakes her head. “Darcy’s six now, but she won’t be forever. She still waits up for your phone call, regardless of the fact that you’ve missed calling her for weeks. Do you know what it does to her, when I have to tell her own father chose a stack of documents and negotiations over her own birthday?”

“I wouldn’t if it wasn’t important—“

“That’s the thing, isn’t it? I’m afraid you’re forgetting that she is too.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he rebukes harshly. “Stop putting words in my mouth, Y/N. I never said that.”

“I don’t need to put words in your mouth,” she laughs bitterly, “your actions are enough. I don’t have to tell you what went through her mind when she blew out her candles, with everyone there but you. She’s a baby, Harry. Our baby. Her self-confidence is going to be in shreds if you keep this up.”

“I still call,” he cries, his voice lined vaguely with desperation. “She knows I love her more than anything.”

“The least you could give her is some consistency. On the rare occasion you call, it’s when it’s most convenient to you—she stays up till two in the morning some days, just to hear your voice. You know what she wished for? For you to either come back, or stay away.”

“I didn’t—“

“I’m not done,” she exhales sharply, swiping her hand over her tearstained cheeks. Her voice broke. “She asked me if you wanted to give her a divorce, Harry. What am I supposed to tell her?”

He’s sobbing at this point. Guttural cries harshly racking through his chest, and he’s never cried so hard that his rib cage felt it would burst from the image of his little girl blowing out the candles dejectedly, searching for her daddy’s face in an otherwise crowded room, only to come back empty. For fuck’s sake, she thought he wanted to abandon her. He had never hated himself more.

“How do I tell her you choose paperwork over her life? How do I keep her from thinking she comes second all her life or developing an inferiority complex. She’s six now, Harry, but I’m afraid of what happens when she’s not anymore. If she carries all of this with her. I still carry it with me,” she sniffles, “and it is not pretty.”

“You really hurt her.”

“I love her so much,” his hoarse voice insists unconvincingly, an ugly feeling spreading within him at who he has become. His fingers shake as they hold onto the phone. He glares at the fineprint in front of him as it blurs to meaningless, double-spaced diatribes. “I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“I know,” y/n says, looking down at the streamers that lay on the ground. The shattered tiara. Her voice lowers as people pass by. “I’m just afraid, one day, you’ll forget.”

Darcy watches her mother’s wet face crumple and then twist into an unconvincing smile as guests walk by her. She hears her father’s cries, rendered meaningless to her young mind by the simple fact that it measures meaning through who shows up. And he hasn’t shown up for quite some time.

Her wish echoes in her mind: for daddy to come back or stay away. Lifting herself off of the ground, where she sat quietly listening to her unbeknownst mother’s words, she decides the latter would hurt less.

—

“Hey,” Harry breathes, shrugging off his black coat and gently pushing the door shut in conjunction. His eyes immediately find Y/N, who shuffles a bit closer. She blinks blearily, confused and uncertain if he’s actually there, or if this is some sleep-induced dream.

Her worries are smoothened by a low “come ‘ere,” and his strong arms pulling her to his chest, twisting around her in an impossibly warm cocoon. She mumbles something incomprehensible even to herself, and feels his chest rumble as he chuckles, lips pressed furtively to her hairline.

“Miss me?” He questions, light humour in his voice, but sincerity in his green eyes. She rolls her eyes, are you kidding me? This brings a smile to his face; he leans in slightly, cupping her cheek with one palm, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, his mouth closed over hers, like she had been waiting for.

It was easy to get lost in the kiss. Her head was swimming from impact, the dizziness sending her knees buckling, his arms holding her up. She blames it on being exhausted, but internally knows it’s because it’s him.

“Sleepy girl,” he brushes a lock of hair back with his fingers, eyes lighting up with affection at the sight of her: with a bare face and blinking eyes, a yawn tugging at her lips.

“As much as I am not opposed to this sort of intervention,” she begins, rubbing her eyes with closed fists, “mind explaining why you’re here at—“ turns to look at the digital clock atop the kitchen’s oven, “—two in the morning?”

“Guilt?” He offers, sheepishly. She’s confused at first, but her eyes soon widen with realization.

“Right,” she sounds, pushing him back lightly. “You’re,” tap “a,” tap, “jerk.” (jab)

“I know,” he grouses, “but ‘m an apologetic jerk. I need to talk to m’baby.”

“I don’t know, Harry,” Y/N sighs, eyes flickering towards Darcy’s bedroom tentatively. “She’s really upset.”

His eyes are morosely swimming with guilt. “I want to make it better.”

“You will,” she promises, “you’re you, and she adores you. But, it’s not going to be a cake-walk, either.”

—

Darcy wakes up to the scent of buttermilk pancakes and the sound of bacon sizzling on the griddle. Lifting herself out of her twin-sized bed with a yawn, she squinted her pale green eyes as sunshine flooded into the room, signifying it was morning. Her stomach rumbles with hunger.

“Mumma,” she called hoarsely, waiting a few seconds before calling again, with a slightly higher voice.

When Y/N walks in the room, she quickly shuffles over, pressing her face against her leg, so her cheek is mushed.

“Good morning, darling. you hungry?” y/n asks, lifting Darcy up so she’s latched onto her hip, free fingers caught in her thick, chocolate brown curls, detangling them gently.

“Mhm,” she responded, clinging to Y/N like a koala while her mother took her into the washroom to brush her teeth.

“I have a surprise for you, Darc,” she hums, turning the faucet and testing the water for lukewarm temperature with her wrist. This causes Darcy to brighten a bit. “A belated birthday present.”

“Present?” Darcy asks delightedly while Y/N finally carried her freshly washed self to the kitchen, where the scent of stacked thick, syrupy buttermilk pancakes, bacon, and berries once again evade her senses. What causes her to shift slightly in her mother’s hold is the familiar man in the kitchen, his back towards them. He has chocolate curls just as she, and once he turns, those are her eyes on his face, the same dimples poking out as he grins.

“Hi, Darc,” he coos, setting the spatula down and walking towards them with arms wide open.

Darcy twists in Y/N’s hold, and Harry clearly doesn’t notice—he’s still smiling expectantly.

“Look! Daddy’s home, baby,” she urges, but Darcy just tightens her grip on Y/N uncomfortably.

“Momma,” she mumbles lowly, hiding her face in her mother’s neck when Harry comes closer. She lets out a low whine.

Beginning to notice a pattern, he frowns, stepping back a bit before forcing a smile onto his face. Harry gestures to the breakfast foods on the counter.

“‘ve made your favourite,” he tries half-heartedly. Y/N’s own heart breaks at the look on his face and the way Darcy’s hiding from him.

“You two should eat,” he finally says to Y/N, smiling at her reassuringly, although she can see the dejection in his eyes. “She’s hungry, and I don’t think she’ll eat if I...”

“H...”

“It’s fine,” he says, kissing Y/N soundly and then retreating to the bedroom. Her eyes follow him worriedly as he leaves, but her train of thought is disrupted with tiny fists tugging at the hem of her top.

“Pancakes,” Darcy instructs, and Y/N rolls her eyes, before following the command.

—

Harry likes to think he’s making progress when he sits by Darcy as she plays with her toys, and she doesn’t exit to the nearest room. Of course, he’s sitting quite still, just watching her and not really making much conversation as she conducts a tea party, but he can wait until she wants to talk.

Things are going fine, until he rises to step out for a moment and get something from his car. Darcy’s eyes curiously follow him, before being filled with dread.

“Daddy, wait,” she whimpers, carrying herself as fast as her legs could take her, before her arms finally latch around his left leg, catching him by surprise and nearly sending his clumsy self tumbling. He struggles to balance himself with the six year old at his leg. He’s quite alarmed to look down and find her wide, green eyes shining with tears, her bottom lip trembling just like Y/N’s does before she’s about to cry.

“Hey,” he croons softly, lifting his daughter up, smoothing his hand through her unruly curls as she hiccups a small cry. “What’s wrong, hm? Are you hurt?”

“Are you leaving again, daddy?”

His heart stops.

“Are you leaving for good, because I didn’t play with you? I promise I didn’t mean it when I wished for you to stay away, I take it back,” she cried, breathing unevenly and sniffling.

He lifts her up until she’s at eye level with him, and shakes his head.

“No,” he stresses, making sure he’s firm. “I am not leaving. Never leavin’ you, bug. Never think that.”

“But you didn’t come to my birthday,” she sniffles. “Y-you don’t even love me anymore.”

“That’s not true!”

“You don’t hafta lie,” she says softly, looking at the floor and shifting uncomfortably, sadness coating all of her cute features. Her eyes darken to a hazy jade, just as Harry’s do when he’s upset.

“I’m not lying,” he promises, expression softening as he sets her on the ground and then sinks to her level, on his knees. Her posture suggests she’s just gotten told off, back hunched and face crumpled.

“Love you this much,” he gestures, spreading his arms as wide as he could, “and more.”

Darcy peers at him skeptically, still not quite convinced.

“And I’m sorry,” he enunciates slowly, regret written all over his face. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there last night, or any of the nights before. I lost sight of who I was for a moment, but I don’t want anything if I haven’t got you. You’re the most precious thing in my life. I’m sorry I was being a shi— er, a bad daddy. I swear I won’t be anymore.”

“Pinky swear?” Darcy asks in a hushed tone, bringing a smile to Harry’s face. His hand reaches for hers.

“Pinky swear.”

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#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagines #one direction #IT’S BEEN A WHILE BUT HERE’S PT 2 YAY

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do you have any tips on like backgrounds/environments? every time i try to do a detailed background i get really overwhelmed, but i really want to do detailed backgrounds with lots of objects, i just can never seem to know how to fill the space and how to make it look varied and interesting.

Struggling with backgrounds are a very typical problem amongst growing artists ( and established artists too even ). We have a tendency to gravitate towards drawing characters, animals or objects when we start out - then as we progress we want to branch out and tell stories with our pieces, which is where the presence of a background can become an invaluable tool.

Though knowing how to construct backgrounds is a very timeconsuming endeavour. Especially due to how different each environment, scene and atmosphere can be, and what matter of fundamentals the likes of drawing scenery requires to look convincing. Because of this freedom and variety in what backgrounds can and cannot consists of - it’s possible that you’re looking to improve your skills on drawing anything that you haven’t practiced before.

So let’s take a look at it.

Backgrounds as a scene, not an afterthought

First and foremost, considering which background to incorporate into a piece is, for many who have predominantly been drawing characters or objects with no background, secondary.

We tend to consider our character the star of the illustration. That’s why we tend to give that character the majority of space in our illustration. This can work for illustrations that should feature the character in a context where their presence is the most important part. But if we put our character slap-dab in the middle of the composition, taking up the classic 2/3rds of the canvas every time - we miss out on the incredibly powerful ways a fleshed out backgrounds can tell the story of the image. Sometimes, an environment needs to take center stage to tell the story most effectively.

For inspiration on this, we look to comics. Comics and graphic novels have long been contending with the masterful craft of compositioning characters and backgrounds into meaningful images, that through the background and the character(s) placements conveys a comprehensive scene.

https://www.pinterest.dk/pin/695735842416817035/

Especially eastern comics have perfected this particular way of compositioning through some of the genre’s great works.

But like comic artists, we illustrators ( and aspiring comic artists ) must start considering the use of the environment as a key part of our planning progress.

This conscious design process can be explored through the use of thumbnails. Small experimentative drafts that shifts our character(s) and environments around to find the most optimal placement for each, in order to tell the story of our illustration the best.

More on how to thumbnail here: https://theredlinestation.tumblr.com/post/179392771897/how-do-we-draw-thumbnails-before-drawing-i-dont

Considering composition

Naturally, knnowing how to composition an image properly is going to help you find out how to layout your background the best. I remember at first ‘knowing’ that good composition was ‘good’ for your art. But the moment i realized how much the layout of an image can change the way viewers percieve it, i was immediately hooked on exploring the matter, and make it one of my predominant studies for the better of two years. This is still very much a craft i’m only getting started with, but after having studied composition somewhat consistently, the discipline completely re-ignited my interest in visual storytelling as a static medium.

Learning the basic grips of composition, such as rule of thirds, fibonacci, the way contrasts frames focal points, and how to create flow in your illustrations - is going to elevate your pieces before you even start planning out the fineprint of your backgrounds.

https://keithhornblower.wordpress.com/tag/composition/

https://www.pinterest.dk/pin/430586414367069135/

Another appealing thing about knowing your way around composition, if the promise of stronger pieces isn’t enough for you, is that putting down a solid layout for your background, means that you have a lot more freedom to be as simple or complex as you want, and the piece will still look compelling due to the strengths of it’s composition alone.

https://www.behance.net/gallery/28573195/Sketch-Series-Light-Composition-Illustration

More on composition here: https://theredlinestation.tumblr.com/post/623115556175888384/can-you-explain-the-rule-of-thirdsthe-golden

Get your grips on perspective

Just like the basics of composition, i highly recommend you start looking into the fundamentals of perspective. The use of perspective makes for very dynamic compositions, and in backgrounds - it is a cornerstone to conveying environments ( unless you do more abstract backgrounds for your pieces ).

And if you master the skill of seeing, planning and executing things in perspective, you will have immense and incredible freedom to do almost whatever you want with your environments. From basic street layouts, to fish-eyelens shots or warped, distorted dreamlike landscapes, you’ll be able to make almost anything look interesting.

I personally think it’s worth trying your hand with as many perspective types as possible, but for starters - i recommend looking into the basics of 1-point and 2-points perspectives. These are typically the ones we encounter in real life, and thusly will be the more common kinds of perspective used in illustration for storytelling.

https://artdepartmental.com/blog/perspective-drawing-lessons-thomas-romain/

More on referencing here:

What is a reference?https://theredlinestation.tumblr.com/post/177721492973/im-sorry-but-what-exactly-do-you-mean-by-a

Finding referenceshttps://theredlinestation.tumblr.com/post/184999456720/so-i-know-of-multiple-reference-sources-that-i

Using a reference without tracinghttps://theredlinestation.tumblr.com/post/189480282011/not-really-a-dumb-question-at-all-simply-put-in

Build from the ground up

So you planned it all out, you’re ready to start drawing your background. Nice!

Remember to go slow. Construct everything from the ground up, so that you don’t miss out on crucial perspective flaws, or errors in the consistency between shapes.

It’s okay to spend a long time on backgrounds. Especially if they make for a significant part of your image. So take as much time as you need, and don’t let yourself be stressed out if you have to go over certain parts again and again, for it to look right.

If you work digital like me, i can recommend “building” up your background in layers. Use a new layer everytime a new layer of “depth” is added to your background. Like this you can always toggle layers on and off for the perfect overview of your environment. Plus, you have all the freedom to go back and erase, change or alter something in the base shapes wihout having to disrupt the more detailed layers.

I don’t typically add the final lines until i’m completely satisfied with the background. Everythings constructed and very little is left for later-me to fill in. This helps a lot, as i am also new to backgrounds, and need things to be pretty cut out for me the moment i start laying down the final linework, otherwise i might misinterpret part of my sketch and get something wrong in the lineart.

More on linearthttps://theredlinestation.tumblr.com/post/187696646782/do-you-guys-have-any-tips-on-making-the-lineart

Detail and rendering

Howl’s moving castle

When drawing backgrounds it’s worth asking yourself how much detail you want to add in. Usually, this can come naturally as part of your style. Though sometimes the likes of clutter, detailed textures or a busy background can forego the confinements of style and relay information about the story. The clutter in Howl’s room for an example, tells us of an eccentric character who has been far and wide collecting all these marvelous items. This walks hand in hand with Gibli’s use of highly detailed environments in this ( and many of their other movies ) flick. Though, it is not always that the presence of many “objects” is the solution to a naked looking environment. In fact, sometimes this kind of clutter can, in worst case become too chaotic looking to fit the scene, and at best- a lot of work that could’ve achieve the same as something half as cluttered.

To know just how much detail you should put into your illustrations, it is worth diving into how many other artists have done backgrounds, take inspiration from them, and tweak it to fit your style and to your illustration.

https://www.themarysue.com/comics-to-read-for-new-hellboy-movie/

Opposite Ghibli, comics like Hellboy and Vagabond frequently show environments with “few” objects in them, or at least very simple objects.

Hellboy treats its backgrounds with a level of roughnes derrived from its use of pitch black shading to carve out blocky textures in the objects in the environment. Giving us just about enough information to be able to decipher the feel of the environment, but not much more. It has a simple grade of rendering

https://qmanga.com/mangareader/vagabond/reader?page=304

Vagabond on the other hand, makes use of pen and ink and a painter-esque approach to its backgrounds, which results in the objects in the backgrund often boasting thousands upon thousands of penstrokes that conveys depth and value. This comic has a complex grade of rendering.

Both of these comic book’s styles are highly artistic and effective in compliance with their own styles. Though they all invoke very different feeling for their environment and their respective story.

You should delve into your own use of detail and rendering when you set out to draw backgrounds consistently. Find out what level of detail you’re willing and able to default to, and what benefits your style most. Keep in mind that just because a background has many things in it - doesn’t necesarily make it a good background. It just makes it a busy one.

Consider your pallette

https://www.artstation.com/artwork/Yqob

Naturally, you might want to try and integrate the pallette of your characters with the lightsources and pallette of your environment. At least unless you’re working with some more abstract techniques to frame your character in the environment.

Seamlessly blending your characters into the environment consists of mastering ( editing ) your colours so that their values correspond with the hues in the scene. Like above ^The characters, despite wearing blueish outfits are all topped off with a red overlay, that mimicks that of the firey light source in the room. Some people can plan for this kind of mastering in the pre-stages, but for me, i mostly always get around it at the later stages of my process.

Light it right

https://www.digitalartsonline.co.uk/features/illustration/the-best-illustration-stories-of-2018/

A good, directional light can set the mood and lay down the atmosphere for a illustration perfectly. The use of light is easily one of the most effective ways to establish the tone of your piece. So make sure to pour some much needed attention into it. No matter if your environment is simple or complex, splashing it with anything but ambient light will make the composition jump out at the viewer.

And remember to colour your light! The colour of your light and your ambient shadows will relay information about the temperature of your scene, or information about the general environment you’re in. Say for an example, how the golden light of the image above^ tells us of a warm sunset. Or how the picture below indicates a cool, mystical room.

More on lightinghttps://theredlinestation.tumblr.com/post/186754404056/do-you-have-a-tutorial-or-reference-for-making-the

Atmospheric detailing

Last but not least i want to give a quick nod to the use of special effects in art. ( predominantly digital art ). Where the use of a well placed gradient between your foreground and background, or a dab of fog, godrays and clouds can make anything look epic and grandscale. As well a help us distinguish the planes of the background from one another, by giving depth to the invisible space between the planes. Naturally, not all styles or scenes can make use of these kinds of effects. But i reckon you’d have fun experimenting with them nonetheless, and maybe you’d be able to develop your own little tricks for your backgrounds.

Whev, ok! I hope this was of some help. I know this one took forever to go through, but i needed a while to contemplate how to methodically go though something as broad as backgrounds.

There’s a lot to it as you can see. And i’ve only touched on some of the more meta-contextual things you can do with a background. So to actually go and study the likes of architecture, perspective, landscapes, etc - is next up for you to do.

Remember that it takes a long time to master something like backgrounds, because you are teaching yourself a completely different skillset from drawing characters or objects. But don’t give up! Slowly things will click into place, and you’ll start seeing your pieces get a lot more interesting to look at.

- Mod wackart ( ko-fi )

#imhereandgenderqueer #ask #background #environmental art #mod wackart #theredlinestation

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lurafita · 5 years

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Sentinels and Guides

Sooooo, it has occured to me, that many fans here, (especially some of the younger ones), might not know what is actually behind all the ‘Sentinel and Guide’ fanlore talk. And that’s a shame, honestly, because the concept lends itself to some of the best fanfictions that I have had the pleasure to read in my time.

So I decided to put together a little information.

For an easy and pretty comprehensive overview, please go here: https://infiniteeight8.tumblr.com/post/68075231337/misspaperlilies-said-what-is-this-sentinelguide

The post focuses specifically on the show that birthed the Sentinel and Guide craze among fanfiction writers, and it’s really good.

Now some additional info from me: (p.s., anyone who is versed in the Sentinel/Guide fanlore, please add whatever I missed out on, or correct me if I presented some of the things wrong)

What is a Sentinel?

- A Sentinel (Watchman, Guardian), is a person with all five of his or her senses being hyperactive/acute. They can see, hear, smell, taste and feel everything many times more than a normal human is capable of. And I’m not talking about not needing glasses to read the newspaper that’s laying across the table. I’m saying the Sentinel would be able to read the fineprint on that newspaper from like fifty feet away. They are able to tell how many people are in a different room, from feeling the body warmth these people give off through the stone wall seperating them. They can focus on someone’s heartbeat to determine if they are lying or not. And many more such useful tricks.

However, such strong senses can and often turn out to be, a great liability. The sensory input that the Sentinel has to deal with is simply too much. Imagine being able to hear a pin drop in the apartment across the hall, and then being in a crowded mall and having to suffer through this kind of noise. Some strong smells, in fact ALL strong smells, like peppermint, garlic, or cheese, would become completely repungant to such a sensitive nose. Spicy meals are pretty much a no go for someone whose tastebuds have become oversensitized to such an extreme level. Fabrics that normal people don’t have a problem with, would scratch and irritate the skin of a person with a hyperactive tactile sense. Too bright colors or lights would cause constant headaches.

If one or more senses get aggravated too much, from high input, they can cause ‘Spikes’. Which are usually referred to as sudden pain coming from the area of the sense. Think about it like overusing a certain muscle, to the point where even slightly moving that muscle brings you pain and discomfort.

And that’s not the only drawback.

There are things called: Zone-out’s. Those are moments when the Sentinel becomes so focused on one sense alone, that they subconciously close off all input from their other senses. This leads to the Sentinel getting ‘lost’ in that one sense, falling into a catatonic state (and becoming incredibly vulnerable to attack). The Sentinel can usually not get out of a zone-out alone, as at least one other sense has to be stimulated for the Sentinel to stop focusing on the one that they zoned on.

This is where the Guide comes in.

What is a Guide?

A Guide is a partner to the Sentinel. Someone who watches the Sentinel’s back and helps them control their hyperactive senses.

A Guide will ground the Sentinel, be a calming influence on them, and often the only one who can get the Sentinel out of a zone-out, or ease a particularly bad ‘spike’ (or even prevent spikes from happening.)

There are certain excersizes that a Guide will ‘guide’ their Sentinel through, that will help the Sentinel with gaining and maintaining control over their senses.

A popular concept in this regard is the visualization of ‘dials’.

Picture one of those old stereos, or radios, with the round knobs you had to turn, to increase or reduce volume, bass, etc.

When a Guide helps their Sentinel control their senses, they sit close together and talk them calmly through the process of appointing each sense to a dial. The dial usually has a scale from 0 to 10. The 0 Level, is when the sense shuts off completely. (And that can be very dangerous, too, and is only done in dire situations). The Level 10 on the other hand, is the one that leads to spikes and zone-outs. (Also to be avoided). Levels 4 or 5 are usually appointed as ‘human’ levels, or the ones that are the most neutral and comfortable for a Sentinel. Under the guidance of a Guide, a Sentinel can dial their senses up and down as needed (dial up sight if one needs to spot a sniper hiding somewhere miles away, or dial down hearing so as not to be hindered by loud noises when one needs to focus on something else, for example.)

A Sentinel can learn to use those kinds of dials on their own, but it is very taxing and hard, and often leads to very unpleasant outcomes.

Now, going a bit deeper into the fanlore.

Sentinels and Guides are usually genetically engineered for each other. The Guides scent is pleasant for the Sentinel, their heartbeat grounding, and so on. On the Guide’s side of the spectrum, the Sentinel often offers a sense of protection or ‘shielding’, for the Guide’s more emphathetic nature (though not every story has Empath Guides, it is a popular trope in fandom).

Sentinels and Guides (if compatible) often ‘bond’. These bonds can be platonic, or romantic/sexual in nature, but they usually all share a ‘bonding bite’. Which is a deep bite mark at the nape of the Guide’s (and sometimes the Sentinel’s) neck. And often brings with it a kind of psychic connection between the pair. Though not every story with Sentinels and Guides utilizes such..

There are often also some more spiritual aspects to Sentinels and Guides and bonding, but those are completely dependant on if and how and what the author wants to work into their story.

Needless to say, the possibilities are endless.

While the Sentinel is often presented as more primal, territorial, and possessive, the same things can be and have been attributed to Guides in many fanfics. Again, this aspect is completely up to the author and how they want to write their story.

Okay, I hope I covered most of the bases. Again, if anyone wants to add stuff, please do so!

#Sentinels and Guides #Information #fanlore #fanfic #backstory #op lurafita

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milqilin-drama · 3 years

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I wish the mods would indicate SOME kind of decision-making process for how they picked the new mods. It seems very out of left field to pick someone completely seemingly random as the masterlist mod, when a lot more active people (who actually talk in the server) have applied. Is it because they're an artist? Seems discriminatory to only pick artists as the mod. Sorry if this sounds mean but I just want to know why they were picked over my friend.

Who knows, anon 🤷‍♂️ All I can really add is: They had a lot of fineprint in the application form that was easy to miss. A lot of details should have been mentioned in the announcement since most people don’t read the top of forms like that. Such as how it said you had to be over 20 (can’t remember the exact age so don’t take that as exact fact) to apply.

I don’t think this is mean enough to warrant a tag since it’s out of genuine concern. However, if I get a lot of asks talking about this the tags will be updated.

-Whole Milk Mod

#milqilins

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kristie-rp · 6 years

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hold your breath

P R E V I O U S - | - N E X T

“Caramel,” Faust greets her with the stage name she hated; that she still hates. His voice is tinny on the line. She keeps this flip phone because he’s the only one with the number, and the terrible quality of it amuses her, in a petty way he need never know about. “You’ll want to come to the hospital.”

“Coincidentally,” she snipes back, “I’ve just decided I’m not going anywhere near the hospital. Fancy that.”

“Darcy was in a car crash.” He doesn’t beat around the bush, likely because he knows carelessness is going to annoy her more than deliberating.

Kara’s heart lunges into her throat, and she drops the case of ammunition she’d been placing on the shelf. Raspberry, checking out the new line of ladies weapons – pistols for the tiniest of purses! Only $375 – looks up in surprise. Kara’s dad had haemophilia, and she has it to a lesser degree, and she took Darcy for testing when she was born, and of course Darcy has it worse than her – all of this runs through Kara’s mind as she reaches to clutch the phone, instead of sandwiching it between her shoulder and ear. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” he says drily, “but you managed to have a daughter with the rarest blood type in Blacklight. They’re out of anything for transfusion. Of course, if your hatred for me is strong enough, you might just let her die...”

Fuck you, Kara thinks acidly, but refuses to say it aloud. “What room?”

She gets the distinct impression that Faust is smirking as he answers. It’s about the least surprising thing possible, and she hangs up.

If he doesn’t have any guards with him, I’m going to punch him in the face, she decides. “You okay, Kar?” Raspberry asks. Kara looks up at her, staring for a long moment.

“I don’t have time, I need to go to the hospital. Something – something’s come up,” she explains, darting into the back room for her threadbare coat and purse. “Can you close up?”

“Uh, sure.” The criminal blinks at Kara, because she doesn’t ask for help, not for her own sake. This – this is unusual.

Kara doesn’t bother explaining, shouting a thanks as she bolts out the side door.

Kara’s knuckles are split and aching, broken against Faust’s face when she met him alone in a hallway. A passing nurse paused in alarm, and a hulking shadow seeps amusement as he stops the woman from interfering. The shadow says something – trust me, he deserves this and worse – and Kara spits in his face before grabbing the nurses arm. “Darcy St – Egrid. Darcy Egrid. I’m Kara St Claire; I have the same blood type, I’m compatible. I was told it’s an emergency.”

The nurse blinked at her, but led her into the correct room, and Kara’s hand goes to her mouth. She hasn’t seen her daughter in years, not in person, and it’s not a pretty picture. They’ve removed whatever has caused the injury to her, but she’s pale and lifeless on the bed. If Kara was the sort to leak tears, she’d be doing so right now, startled into them.

It’s hours later now, and Kara is still connected to Darcy. The doctor had decided on a direct person-to-person transfer, and it takes her a long minute to figure out why. Doctor Zavala is the same woman she came to eighteen, nineteen years ago now, for all the tests and the start of vaccinations for her newborn daughter. Kara doesn’t know if it’s coincidence or by design, and if so, then whose design – Faust, to mess with her, or Faust, to have a doctor who he doesn’t have to give extensive personal records to. Either way, Zavala offers her a sad smile, pats her arm after she sets the transfusion, and leaves her to it.

The thoughts are chasing each other around her head, and she knows she looks like a pretty picture right now. There’s a man she could charitably describe as a vampire lurking on the edge of the room, and she keeps almost asking him to sit before deciding not to. He obviously has some weapon on him, and his hands are still bloody. She thinks he’s nothing more than another one of Faust’s goons, except he watches her, when she looks up, with curiosity and suspicion in his gaze. Other than that, his face is impassive, and he never attempts to speak to her. It’s creepy.

Zavala and the nurse from before have come back, and they’re changing the bandage around the stitches they’ve worked into Darcy’s stomach. “The anaesthesia is wearing off,” Zavala murmurs, nodding to a nurse, who shakes her head. Apparently, they’ve already exceeded the maximum dosage for the day.

“S-stop,” a voice gasps, and Kara’s eyes widen as Darcy starts to move. She’s swatting at the doctors, trying to push them off. The shadow in the corner moves as if to come closer, but Kara moves first, taking Darcy’s hand with gentle fingers. It jostles the transfusion equipment, and the nurse tuts, but it serves the purpose, and the girl stills. “Wh – who are you?”

Kara is not a happy seeming woman at the best of times. More often than not, she comes across as angry or stand offish. Today, she looks sad more than anything else, a weight on her shoulders driving her to hunch over. She’s watching Darcy carefully, waiting for some sign of – anything. What Darcy wants, she expects. “Kara,” she breathes quietly. “Kara St Claire. You were hurt, you – needed blood. I’m a match.”

Something passes over Darcy’s face, and settles into frustration. “Is dad paying you to do this?”

The bitterness, that makes sense to Kara. Her expression twists into a sympathetic sneer. “I’d sooner swap places with you than accept money from that jackass again,” she snaps, terse. Darcy flnches, probably from the harsh tone, and Kara immediately hunches in on herself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I don’t work for Faust. I got out.”

Scepticism. “He owns the city,” Darcy says. The fineprint is clear: no one gets out.

“He didn’t have anything to use to scare me into following anymore,” Kara explains. Darcy frowns. It’s clearly an invitation to elaborate. Kara, though – she hesitates. She knows Darcy has never been told that Candy isn’t her mother, that Faust started taking her as his kept woman around the same time.

The shadow breaks the silence. “You know how Candy isn’t your mother?”

Darcy’s gaze flickers from Kara to the corner, past the doctor quietly finishing up rebandaging. “Liez?”

“Only one person in Blacklight with compatible blood,” says the man. “And it’s her.” Kara has no idea what his accent is, something European, and she really, really isn’t inclined to trust him. But Darcy’s face shifts, and she frowns at Kara. Who squeezes her hand gently.

“My name is Kara St Claire,” she says, quietly. Zavala finishes whatever she’s doing and pats the nurse, coaxing her from the room to grant them some privacy. “Nineteen years ago, I was a whore working for Faust. I found out I was pregnant, and I decided I was going to keep the baby. I was alone before that, but this – this little girl? She felt like a fresh start. I doubt you can imagine it, you’ve never – or maybe you can, which might be worse, having been through what you have. Working the way I was, I didn’t think I could raise her the way I wanted, so I’d started this course on business management. Classes fit around work and the whole pregnancy experience, and then around raising her, with my neighbour helping out...

“Faust found out about the course, and he was annoyed more than mad. How dare I want to do something other than have sex in exchange for money? After all, I was just a stupid little whore. He broke into the apartment one night, him and some lackeys. It was my fault – I gave him the idea; I made the stupid mistake of telling him he was the father. Even if I hadn’t, obviously I cared for her, enough to want to be above him, and that was enough to keep me from breaking the way most of them do. So he decided he was going to do the last thing he could think of to hurt me. But – but he stole my daughter. He’s held it over my head ever since, sends me little updates but doesn’t let me anywhere near her. Gives himself credit for every accomplishment, usually months later at best.” Her laugh is hollow, she looks down to where she is still holding Darcy’s hand, running her thumb over the knuckles. “He’s a terrible man, and I’d bet he’s a worse father.”

Darcy stares at her for a long moment before she looks away, over to the shadow – the man called Liez. He shifts in the corner of Kara’s vision, but she doesn’t look up; let’s them have their moment, figure out whatever needs to be figured out.

“You’re my real mom,” she says at last, after a long silence. Kara swallows, looks up at her. Nods.

“I’ve missed you so much, Darcy.”

#kristie's writing #kwriting #kristie writes #kwrites #ft. kara #ft. faust #ft. raspberry #ft. darcy #ft. liez

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