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dandelionflower · 4 years ago

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(Some salt fic september)

Francois DuPont was an artistic school. With talented students varying from designers, to journalists, to DJs, to comic artists and writers. The art room of the school was always the busiest, the loudest, and the favorite room of the school.

So it would make sense for the school to have a yearly showcase. It was called a talent show once upon a time, but eventually the staff and students agreed that ‘talent show’ didn’t suit the talents the students were bringing to the table. Thus, the Francois DuPont showcase was born.

Students worked for months on their piece for the showcase. More than fifty percent of the works in the art room were pieces for the showcase.

It wasn’t mandatory by any means, but most students with a talent in the arts would participate. But with almost all the students participating and some having more than one piece to showcase, the show usually lasted a few days.

Lila, of course, didn’t know any of that so when asked if she was participating in the showcase in a few months, she grinned and said “Of course!”

Alya lit up. “Great! It’s going to be my first showcase too, and I want someone who knows what I’m going through. C’mon, we have to sign up.” And she dragged her into the halls.

Alya immediately wrote her name underneath the ‘verbal’ column, putting a ‘journalism’ next to it.

Lila surveyed the options. The easiest thing to fake would probably be photography, so she marked her name under ‘media’ and wrote a ‘photography’ next to it.

“Ooh, photography? What do you take pictures of? Because I know Mari’s been looking for a partner to take pictures of her designs with her.”

Lila bit back a grimace. “Thanks, but I prefer to take pictures of...” Art? Buildings? “Nature. I find that taking pictures of people is narcissistic as a society.”

“Aren’t you a model?” A judgmental voice came from behind her.

“I- well-“ She stuttered.

“It’s completely different, Felix! Lila doesn’t think her photo shoots are art worthy, she’s just doing it as a job.” Alya snapped, throwing an arm out to almost shield Lila from the chill radiating from Felix’s entire person.

“Very well.” Felix stepped around the two and signed his name in perfect cursive beneath Lila’s name and walked away without another word.

“That guy gives me the creeps.” Alix remarked as she scratched her name under the ‘performance’ column, then the ‘piece of art that cannot be moved’ section.

“And he’s doing photography too! Don’t worry Lila, there’s no way he’s better than you.” Alya grabbed her arm reassuringly and began walking with her back to class.

“Yeah, right...” Lila held in a wince as she found her way back to her seat.

Surely photography can’t be that hard.

—

It was that hard.

Lila had waited one week before the showcase to start taking pictures on her phone. She walked to the park and snapped a few pictures, called it a day, and went home.

They were terrible. Blurry, ugly, terrible.

The next thing she tried was looking up stock images and photoshopping the watermark off.

She was awful at photoshop.

Finally, she resorted to her escape plan.

“Sorry, Alya. But I completely forgot that I’m volunteering at the elementary school all day on the day of the showcase, and I can’t just cancel on them. I’m so sorry.”

“Girl, it’s no problem! Marinette told me that the showcase is going to go on for four days. We’ll just reschedule your slot. It’s no problem at all.”

“Great.” She muttered through gritted teeth. “See you then.”

...crap.

She had only one plan now.

And it was risky.

—

Lila walked into class on Monday, prepared for her showcase.

She explained to Alya that when she explained what was going on to the leader of her organization, they gave her a rain check.

“I’m just so thankful.” She brushed away a tear. “I really wanted to make sure I could see everyone’s talents.”

“That’s so sweet!” Rose cooed. “I can’t wait to see your pictures either!”

“I just hope they correctly portray the beauty of my subject...” Lila pressed a hand to her chest in modesty.

“Students, I need all of the media students to come to the art classroom with your flash drives and cameras.” Miss Bustier put her phone down and smiled. “And anyone who paired with a media student for their talent please also join the students in the art room.”

Lila stood and gave everyone a hug. “Wish me luck!”

She noticed Sabrina stand as well and accept a half hearted hug from Chloe and a nod of support from Max. Juleka stood too and hugged Rose tight.

“Bye Alya! Wish me luck.” Marinette appeared from seemingly nowhere and hugged Alya tight. “And don’t be worried about your presentation. We’ll find some time to rehearse before tomorrow.”

“Thanks girl. Look after Lila for me? She’s just as new as I am.”

Marinette’s eyes darkened for just a second, but she quickly broke into a grin. “No problem. And don’t be worried, Lila. I’m sure your photos are just unimaginable.”

“Thanks Marinette. That’s just so sweet of you.” They linked arms and waltzed out of the room.

The moment they were out of eye shot of any of their classmates, they stepped aside.

“You don’t even have pictures, do you?” Marinette growled.

“What do you mean Marinette? Of course I have pictures.” She smirked. Or at least, I will in just a minute.

—

The art room was bustling and chaotic. Perfect for a camera or flash drive to go missing.

Marinette was bombarded by a group of kids from Felix’s class.

“Ready to see the product of our hard work?” A girl with two dark buns on the top of her head asked.

“I hope so.” She gave them a bashful smile.

Lila stopped paying attention. She had a goal in mind.

Her eyes landed on an expensive looking camera sitting on a desk at the side of the room. A sitting duck.

With a side glance for witnesses, Lila walked right by the camera and slipped the memory card right out and into her awaiting palm.

With her goal met, she sat primly in her chair, waiting for them to be called to the stage.

“Alright, photographers, models, actors, directors!” The art teacher stood. “Let’s go!”

Lila skipped up to him, a look of concern on her face. “Sir?”

“Yes Lila?”

“My camera broke on my way here and all I have left of it is my memory card; is there still a way for me to present my photos?”

“Of course there is. Don’t you worry a bit.”

“Perfect!” She grinned.

Once backstage, each student needed to give the teacher their SD cards or cameras and wait to be called onstage to describe their works to the audience.

Lila spared a quick glance towards the onlookers. Talent scouts of every kind were sitting in plush, reserved seats, notebooks and pens at the ready.

She was the first one up, the first one they would see and, unless she used all of her charisma and improvising skill, the first one they would forget.

“...and now, Lila Rossi with her photography!”

Lila strutted out to the greetings of applause.

“Hello, and let me just say I am so honored to be here today, especially considering that a year ago I wasn’t expected to be able to walk to school every day. Photography was really the only thing that got me through the day.”

A murmur of pity rippled through the crowd.

“Pictures like this one.” She pressed the clicker and a picture appeared on the screen behind her.

A picture of one Marinette Dupain-Cheng, mid-twirl in a beautiful hand-made dress.

Lila heard Alya gasp.

“I wanted to show simultaneously the mundanity of walking and the undeniable splendor of it. My dear friend Marinette had some designs she was willing to model for me to help achieve my goal. Marinette, come on out!” She held a hand out, daring Marinette to come out from where she was waiting to go next along with her other friends.

Felix stood behind her with a look of horror and disgust on his face; and a particularly fancy camera hanging around his neck. A very familiar camera.

“No? Okay then.” She turned back to the crowd. “She’ll be out with a different group; Mari doesn’t want me to have to share the spotlight, isn’t she sweet?”

The crowd applauded and Lila continued making up technical terms and thought processes for each photo, all of which were of Marinette in different designs.

“Thank you.” She bowed deep before walking off the stage.

Now to hold her breath and hope that Marinette, Felix and all their friends were too chicken to call her out onstage.

—

“Now, with their short film; ‘solving love,’ please welcome Bridgette Cheng, Claude Lambert, Mercury Bernard, Allegra Harthorn, Felix Culpa, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“Hey everybody!” A boy with brown hair and a blue striped shirt grabbed the mic and shouted. “How are we doing today?”

A scattered amount of applause.

“Nice! I’m Claude, and this is Bridgette.”

The girl with the buns waved.

“We were the main idea folks for this video; but the idea only came after the filming.”

Bridgette grabbed the mic. “We asked out friends if we could film them, and then a few weeks ago, we reviewed the film and noticed something... interesting.”

“Allegra here,” a girl with a long blonde braid waved, “did the music and Mercury,” a boy with dark glasses and a green beret, “did the narration. You’ll be seeing more of them soon. My cousin Mari,” Marinette waved, “and Felix are the main subjects of the film. You would have seen more of them, but for some reason Felix’s memory card went missing.”

Lila swallowed, this wasn’t great. The seeds of dissent were planted and now she had to risk either spinning another fake story or hoping that it all went well.

It’s not like they had any proof though; she should be fine.

“Anyway, here’s ‘Solving Love.’”

They all stepped to the side and the video began with a smooth piano.

“Love.” The screen showed couples going up to Andre’s and sharing ice cream. “The answer to everything. To ourselves, to the meaning of life, to the questions we cannot ask.”

“But how? How do we get from complete strangers, to people so close they are the same person?” The video changed to a showing of Marinette and Felix shaking hands, both with sardonic smirks. “People rarely get to see the entire process of when people fall in love; there are always pieces missing, hidden moments only for the people in question to recall. Love is left for the investigator to discover for themselves, when the time is right.”

“But maybe,” it showed Marinette talking animatedly, as Felix yawns beside her, “maybe one day, we’ll be lucky enough to see most of the picture.” Felix’s eyes droop and his head falls to rest atop Marinette’s, in the beginnings of a nap. Marinette flushes red.

The rest of the video shows the stages of Marinette and Felix’s relationship, from sarcastic rivals, to peers, to friends, to partners. The narrator described different relationships and how love is a constant through all of them.

The video showed Marinette dancing, twirling in a brilliant dress as Felix kneels and snaps pictures. “Ah, but is this all of it?” They lean down for a swift kiss. The image pauses there. “The full picture? Or is it only a snapshot,” the screen lights up white, “a minor clue, to solving love?”

The auditorium was quiet for what seemed like minutes. Then, the room burst into uproarious applause; a standing ovation.

Lila growled as she turned to sulk and maybe get her makeup so she could fake an injury and get some pity points to heal her bruised ego.

She ran face first into the grey suit of Mr. Damocles.

“Oh, hello sir.” She beamed. “Is there a problem?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Yes Miss Rossi, there is. Did you take those pictures of Miss Dupain-Cheng? Because that video tells a different story.”

“Yes sir, I swear it.”

“You swear it, huh? Well you best come with me to the office. Miss Dupain-Cheng and her friends will join us when they’re done.”

“What?”

“Miss Rossi, you are accused of stealing Mr Culpa and Miss Dupain-Cheng’s creative work. We will be calling your mother to discuss this.”

Back on stage the crowd of students and talent agents alike had taken to shouting questions to the group of students.

#ml salt #lila salt #felinette #ml felix #felix culpa #marinette dupain cheng #ml marinette #quantic kids #ml claude #ml allegra #ml mercury #ml bridgette #ml alya

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tubbietommo · 2 years ago

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Hi!

I have a question regarding the awesome videos you make, especially the ones you made for Seb's birthday.

I don't know ANYTHING about video editing and stuff but I always wanted to make one for Seb myself, cause I have so many ideas and thoughts about it. And now, this wish has become more urgent and stronger 🥺

So the question is if you would mind explaining a little bit how you do it and what tools you use, what do I need etc...

I know this sounds probably dumb to you (and others as well) that's why I am asking on anon 🙈

And also I didn't know if it is ok for you to just dm you for that...

But I really appreciate the work you do and the way you show your love and support for Seb. I just wish I was able to do it too...

Take care!

First of all, sorry that it took me a bit to answer this. And this is absolutely not a dumb question at all!

You have to remind yourself that you have to start somewhere and I don't mind answering questions.

What I use for screen recording footage from for example F1TV or from Sky Sports, is OBS Studio. It's free, it's great. Only thing is that if you want to take something (live) from F1TV or from Netflix you can't do it on Google Chrome, so I use a different browser like Opera or Firefox. & I'm pretty sure there are a lot of helpful videos on Youtube to get the right setup and how it all works. I would say it's pretty easy.

For editing I personally use Adobe Premiere on my computer. But that's only because I also need Adobe for school so I have the paid version. I wouldn't recommend paying for it if it's only as a hobby. There are enough free versions. I know some people also edit on their phones. I could never so I don't know anything about that. But if you do it on your laptop or computer and you don't have an editing software already I would recommend just searching on Youtube "free editing software for pc without watermark" and there are lots of videos with different kinds of software. It just kinda depends on what you want to edit.

When I begin making an fancam edit I usually start with the audio. I personally like to play around with the audio but it can get also very difficult so otherwise, I just take part of a song or an already edited song from youtube. Then I start taking the clips I want to use and put it on the timeline (so the part where you are editing) and I make sure that I follow the beat of the song when putting different clips next to each other. When I have done that I usually like to color correct it, but that's still to me extremely difficult. So you can also choose to go on Youtube again and search things like "green screen old film effect" or something like that.

And lastly I look if I want to use transitions or not. And that's kind of it when it comes to how I edit. With my DTTTTS serie I kinda do the same although that gets way messier lmao.

At the end of the day it's like any other skills you want to try out or learn, you just gotta keep trying things out and keep doing it.

I hope this kinda explains it. If you got any other questions feel free to ask (although know that I'm sometimes really slow at answering. Nothing personal just a me thing lmao)

#long post #ask #editing

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 3 years ago

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Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - Harada Sakura Epilogue

This is my first post of the month, so I’ll start by asking you to please support me if you can through my ko-fi, and paypal or patreon which provides access to my hakuoki blog translations and early access to my postings. Also, please let me know if you have any hakuoki drama cds that you’d be willing to share that are on my Lookout List since i either do not have audio for those cds or do not have audio that I can share…. and if you are able to remove watermarks from a video, please contact me….

Well it’s Canada Day. Hope everyone is staying safe during this time (especially if you’re out West with the heat), and while I could probably write an essay about how I can understand why people will take issue of fireworks and parties today, I don’t exactly think that’s the best way to address the issues going on, though I do feel somewhat compelled to say something. I mean, I’m of an ethnic descent where the immigrants of my common ancestry were subjected to a head tax and were actively targeted by the government for discrimination, so I do have some historical justification for not wanting this particular day celebrated. However, at the same time, it’s because I acknowledge that more than one generation of my family (and on both sides of my family tree) immigrated to this country that my family and relatives have been given opportunities none of us would have had otherwise, or have had the same rights, that I truly appreciate living in Canada, and I know that other people will have similar reasons for doing the same... which is also why I refuse to be an ignorant citizen. I guess that’s partially owed to how I acknowledge that I’m realistic in knowing what change I can affect, but beyond that, I do see it is part of my civic duty to be educated about what happens in the country I live in because I just can’t pretend that everything is all sunshine and rainbows... So, today, like most of the other Canada Days I can recall, I reflect on how grateful I am to be a citizen of the country I call home, and how thankful I am in knowing how far it has come, but I also acknowledge that it still has plenty of flaws and that there are things that still need to be changed so the country is better for “all of us” instead of just ‘some of us’.

Anyway, this month’s translations are all from Yuugiroku 2.... and this is is my only translation of 『恋秘めし日』 content since I was never able to find any more of these as copy-able text.

Also, on a lighter note, i can’t believe it’s been more than a decade since i actually watched an anime. i mean, i’m normally satisfied with just reading the manga for something, but my cravings for yuumori content actually drove me to the anime (mostly good and while it was full of feels, im upset that IG cut out the adventure of one student from the anime)... which feels somewhat odd when i consider how ive yet to watch the hakuoki anime or movies. still, for hakuoki, my desire for more content did lead to 2 years of translating lol.

Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - Harada Sakura Epilogue

Translation by KumoriYami

At the end of our conversation, I took a light breath and raised my head.

A gust of wind then blew, and the leaves over our heads made rustling sounds.

Chizuru: The sunlight is very strong today.

Harada: Yeah. It's nice that the weather's finally cleared up, but...... the hot weather in Kyoto, and this moisture really feels unbearable.

Chizuru: That's true......

As I spoke, I turned my gaze back towards Harada-san......

Chizuru: Ah......

This numbness in my head felt like an illusion.

Was it because I spent so long talking under such fierce sunlight.

I seemed to be feeling a bit dizzy.

Harada: Hey, are you okay? You don't look very good. Are you feeling unwell/sick / Do you feel sick/unwell? ?

Chizuru: I-I'm fine. I just feel a bit cold......

I didn’t want him to feel worried, so I responded with a smile/smiled as I answered——.

My legs however seemed to have lost their strength, and the view in front of me/everything around me began to blur.

Just as I was about to fall and hit the ground.

Harada: Oi, Chizuru, get a hold of yourself!

My swaying body was caught by a pair of strong hands.

Then in that moment/A moment later——.

Suddenly, Harada-san's face became incredibly closer to mine

Manly eyebrows, slender eyes, and even each individual eyelash could be seen at his distance.

Due to how sudden this was, I couldn't say anything as/while my mouth/lips trembled/ and only my mouth was opening and closing/mouth was in a state of opening and closing.

The heat from where our foreheads were touching, and how Harada-san's hand was touching my back were the only things that I was completely aware of.

Harada:......For now, let's check your temperature...... Nn.

Chizuru: Wh-What, Harada-san...... what are you doing......!

I felt/was so embarrassed and could only/was only able to squeeze out that one sentence.

Harada: Recently, a cold’s been going around headquarters. I'm worried that you might have caught/gotten it/infected by it/with it.

Chizuru: Is, is that so......

Harada-san did that because he was worried about me......

Chizuru: Um, Harada-san. I feel fine/I'm [feeling] fine, so......

Harada-san's expression however became very serious, and he spoke harshly/rebukingly.

Harada: What a stupid thing to say. What are you going to do if you get sick/If you get sick, what are you going to do? Although there's a saying about how doctors don't pay attention to their own health...... it wouldn't be funny if you got sick, as the daughter of a doctor. Besides, if you get sick, you might also pass it on to the others warriors.

That's true...... I couldn't bear to trouble the other warriors with my problems.

Chizuru:......I'm sorry, Harada-san.

I closed my eyes and desperately tried to supress my embarrassment as I allowed Harada-san to continue.

His forehead remained against mine for a while as he checked my temperature, and finally/but eventually......

Harada:......I'm done, Chizuru. You don't seem to have a fever, and you can open your eyes now.

Harada-san spoke softly as he gently brushed my forehead with his fingers.

Harada: For now, you don't seem to have a cold, so don't worry. As long as you get sufficient rest, you should get better."

Chizuru: I, I see/Ye-Yes. Thank you......

I felt incredibly embarrassed...... I didn't dare look at Harada-san as I bowed my head in thanks.

Then, he showed a deliberate and teasing smile——.

Harada:......But why do you seem to be hotter now than before I took your temperature?

Chizuru: Th-That's because......!

Despite how he clearly knew the reason, he deliberately asked me such a nasty question......

I didn't know how to answer that, so/and I lowered head as I continued blushing/to blush.

Harada: Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to tease you on purpose.

As he spoke, he put his large palm on top of my head.

Harada:.......Is it time for us to head back now? I don't know if you've been instructed to do anything/told to do something.

I......

continued chatting

brought this to an end <-

Chizuru: We've been talking for a while, so it should be time to return to to headquarters.

Harada: That's true/right. Though, I wish we could still continue this.

However, is it okay for you to go back to headquarters like this? Your entire face is very red.

Chizuru: It, it should get back to normal by the time we return to headquarters..... Can we take a small detour? My face/complexion should be back to normal after that.

Harada: Well, that might true. But I don't want to see getting dizzy again. So don't force yourself/overdo it.

Chizuru: So-Sorry......

Harada: Don't worry about it. If you’re having a hard time, you can hold onto me

As Harada-san spoke, he stroked my hair.

Harada: Then let's go back to headquarters, Chizuru. Everyone will be/is waiting for us.

Chizuru:......Yes.

While listening to my still intensely beating heart, Harada-san and I started walking back to headquarters.

-end-

one of these days, I am going to go watch the new Shaman King anime... though im not sure when that’ll be.

also... for the record, I learned about the Sixties Scoop and residential schools sometime around 2004, when i was still in elementary school so I can unfortunately say that most of the news these days hasn’t really surprised me... and it’s also why I have a very negative bias towards certain entities.

#Hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki game translation #hakuoki yuugiroku 2 #harada sanosuke #Yukimura Chizuru

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janekfan · 4 years ago

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hi mom! quick update: i had a panic attack at work the other day. luckily my coworker/manager knew what it was and helped me out but i still had to do the rest of my shift but at least i got the next day off. hours are still bad but everyone around me is talking about how proud they are of me... i just barely managed to scrape up a 50 cent raise... im one of three people on my shift... i cant take time off. i know you already did one for me but... i dont have much else to bring comfort

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27072691

My darling child! <3 <3 <3 This is inadequate! And I shall do better soon! But I love you and hope this offers a little comfort!

When asked later if he’d known, Tim lied. Of course not. He hadn’t realized just how sick Jon had been, certainly didn’t know how long it’d been. After all, no one really saw him most days, skulking as he did around the archives, a flickering, limping shadow among the stacks. Jon didn’t have use for them and Tim didn’t have use for him. Not until they enacted their plan of attack and finished things once and for all.

So no. When he’d dropped by to toss Martin’s research at him he ignored the pallor, the beads of sweat dotted along his forehead and matting his curls. He paid no mind to the dark flush high in his face, the glazed distance in his eyes, the shortness of his breath as he fought to form one coherent thought. A plea veiled in a request and it gave Tim all the excuse he needed to conveniently forget to fetch Martin for him.

“T’Tim...could, could you ask Martin to, to.” Jon could barely finish a thought. Exhausted, he’d been under so much stress, running himself ragged on adrenaline and awful, terrible statements, and he just wanted to see someone kind. Someone who might help him instead of hate him. Someone who maybe didn’t want to hurt him or kill him. Or worse. “I’d like t’to speak with him? P’please?”

“Sure, Boss.”

Martin wasn’t coming.

Martin wasn’t coming and Jon was miserable. But he didn’t blame Martin for staying away. It was alright. He was probably upset with him or angry or had a hundred other reasons to avoid seeing him and it was fine.

Jon let his cheek collide with the tea-stained blotter and slow tears slipped down to join the other watermarks, the rust traces of his blood. With a thin, trembling finger he connected the scars etched into the surface like constellations, each one tied to a memory; some he remembered, some he’d forgotten, some he wished he could forget. Why the old desk even had this second skin he would never know; it was already damaged and scratched and why bother protecting it when it could never go back to the way it was before? Heaving a shaky breath that didn’t give him near enough air to sustain him, Jon closed his eyes. It would be a lovely thing if sleep restored anything or made him feel anything other than relief for the blissful span of unmeasured time he spent not feeling. Floating, dizzy and suspended here in the dark, so tired it seemed like the room was expanding around him with every hard won exhale, shrinking to crush him with every inhale.

It didn’t seem worth it.

Like he wasn’t worth it.

When Jon was asleep, he drifted along unfamiliar currents, memories that didn’t belong to him or anyone that he knew from hundreds of years ago, from mere months ago. From far underwater he listened to the sounds of the office fade away through a closed door that may as well have been a kilometer away for all the strength he had left. Everyone was leaving for the weekend and he wasn’t able to stand. Everyone was leaving and he wasn’t able to call out, snared in these fathomless depths and sinking fast.

Silence.

Thick. Blanketing. Suffocating.

He was drowning in it. Struggling to breach the surface only seconds at a time to snatch at sips of air and seawater.

The safety lights cast shadows that slipped along the floor like oil, into the cracks, up the walls Jon clung to, casting just enough light to see by and aggravating his head. He wanted to sleep. He needed water and it was how he found himself in the dingy break room leaning heavily on the sink, holding on for dear life as he weathered the salt swells, the tilting of the room and the vertigo swirling up, up, up. The first glass met its end on the floor when it slipped from Jon’s grip and he could have sobbed from the loss, from how hard he’d worked for it only to let it go. The next he cradled close in both hands, sitting at the rickety table and gulping down close to half before coming up to breathe. Cool rivulets trickled down his throat, soaked into the neck of his borrowed tee and he shivered. It was always cool down here. For the documents. Only now he was freezing, longing to fall into the cot, just rest, but it was too far away. He’d never make it as he was. He drank the rest of the water and went through the trouble of a second glass. There were no bottles in the fridge, none in the cupboards. He’d never be able to carry it back to his office. Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes. Why was this so hard? Laying his head on folded arms, Jon let the frustration come, shoulders shaking, and when he woke again he forced more water on himself and limped to the doorway.

Which way?

This time, a cough bubbling up in his lungs jerked him out of the deep. It was harsh, painful, and he lost the remaining water in his stomach from the force of it, tasted iron behind his tongue. Groaning, clutching at his aching chest, Jon realized he was on the floor in the hallway. Not even halfway to his goal and he didn’t remember collapsing. His limbs were lead, movement sluggish because of it, and he only managed to drag himself another meter before the spiraling of the corridor forced him to close his eyes. The fever was relentless, sapping him of everything, throbbing in his bones and boiling in his blood. Jon coughed again. The hot, tight tangle in the center of him drew tighter, a noose, instead of giving way and the black lurking at the edges of his vision swallowed the rest of it.

Martin adjusted the blanket in his arms, thinking again that it would have been easier to have put it in his bag for the walk from the train. He didn’t regret his choice though. He remembered how cold it could get down in the archives and Jon looked like he could do with a bit of comfort these days. Maybe being wrapped up in this monster would do it. Shouldering it, he took the narrow stairs, surprised that no one else was here yet. But considering none of them really wanted to do much actual work these days it made sense. Martin got his things situated at his desk, leaving the comforter overflowing in his chair before heading off to start the tea kettle warming. Glass crunched under his shoes and when Martin turned on the light it was clear Jon had dropped it. What was confusing was that he had left it. He wasn’t the most fastidious about his appearance or his surroundings but even he wouldn’t leave broken glass just lying around. WIth a crease in his brow, Martin swept it up, dumping it in the bin before turning off the squealing kettle. He prepared two mugs as usual and the only reason he didn’t drop them upon seeing Jon crumpled up in the hall was because he froze stock still.

“J’Jon?” He abandoned the tea on a desk, skidding on his knees to a stop at his side. “Jon! Oh, no, no. Jon, wake up.” Ashen, burning up under Martin’s fluttering hands, chest stuttering with half breaths. Had he been like this all weekend? Had he been like this before they all left? How did, why didn’t he check on him? Only when Martin slid his arms beneath his body did Jon stir at all, a pitiful sound of pain pulled from between his lips when he was lifted. A halfhearted cough ending in a moan. “It’s alright, Jon. You’re alright. I’ve got you.” He should call 999. That’s what he should do but with all that had been happening, was that the right choice?

“Mmar’in…” He toed open the door to document storage and laid him down, brushed back his curls and took up the cold hand Jon was reaching with. “Ma--” His grip was barely there when the deep, damp coughing jag stole the air right out of him, so strong Martin levered him forward, worried he would choke. Days. Days alone like this. He swept the tears away with careful fingers, traced the shadows like bruises beneath his eyes.

“It’s alright.” He propped him up against the corner, wishing there were more pillows to make him comfortable and pulled away, heart twisting up when Jon whimpered at the loss. “Hush, now. I’ll be back, I won’t leave you.” Quick as he could Martin gathered supplies, medicine for the raging fever, the blanket he’d brought along, a thermos of tea, checking on Jon in his fitful sleep with each trip. He sounded bad, he was having too much trouble breathing and the crackling wheeze was terrifying. The next time he came back it was with a basin of hot water and a towel. He placed it in Jon’s lap, sliding behind him to steady both him and the bowl, gentling him when he startled. “Just breathe, Jon. This, this should help.” The steam rose, bathing his face with humidity and it was probably wishful thinking but Martin thought each breath came a little easier. When Jon coughed Martin pressed a handful of tissue against his mouth, tossing the mess into the bin and letting him curl up against him for just a few moments. He was so warm. Too warm and Martin plied him with paracetamol and tea, as much as he would take before letting him fall back to sleep, smoothing a damp flannel over his forehead and leaving him to rest.

Soft, cool hands, kind, reassuring words. Jon drank them in like a desert after the rain, let them flood him, take away all the fear and loneliness he was holding onto. Martin was here. Martin was helping. Martin was holding him, saying things he didn’t quite understand in a steady voice. He wanted to cry from the relief of it, of having someone, of not being alone and he thought he might have but there was no teasing or threatening. Nothing he did made him hurt more. Everything he did made him hurt less. There was tea and pillows and blankets, warmth to replace the memory of lying on a cold floor and drifting in and out.

But he was gone now. He’d left him alone and Jon wanted him here. Struggling to his trembling legs he gave himself time to steady, limping out of the room and following the familiar voices and latching onto Martin’s. He sounded upset and Jon wondered if it was because of him. Most people were upset with him these days. He heard Basira and Melanie and Tim and he didn’t want to see them but Martin was with them and he wanted to see Martin. Martin with his kindness he didn’t deserve. He was cold. He was shaking.

Tim was yelling.

It made something in him afraid.

It made his chest hurt. It made it harder to breathe. It made him want to hide. And when he became even louder, Jon shrank into himself. He didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t.

“And speak of the devil!” Tim’s mocking tone rang in his head like a bell. “He shall appear.”

“Tim!”

“I’m. M’Martin? I.”

“What, Boss? What else could you possibly take that you haven’t already?”

“J’just--” Still human enough to want, too much a monster that he wasn’t allowed to have. Tim took a threatening step forward, and Jon forgot what he was going to say in favor of stumbling backwards, falling to the ground and knocking the air out of himself. He clawed at his neck, suddenly completely unable to breathe when Tim stood over him, towering and tall and seconds later Martin was taking up the whole of his horizon. Just Martin.

“It’s alright, Jon. Let’s get you back to bed, hm?”

“W’will you stay?” He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth, the sniggering coming from behind the larger man confirming what he already knew. Martin had already helped him. He had no right to ask for more. But again Martin carried him to document storage and again he placed him on the cot and this time, he stayed with him, wrapping him up warm and safe and tucking his head beneath his chin. Jon shuddered, the aftershocks of his panic and embarrassment still rocketing through him. “Martin...don’t. Don’t feel well…”

“I know.” Martin pet his head slowly and Jon relished it, pressing his ear against his broad chest and listening to the rhythm of his beating heart. He probably wouldn’t remember this anyway, not with a fever like this already making everything so fuzzy, and he wanted, just for a little while, to feel safe. “I’m sorry.” It was nice to hear even though Martin had nothing to apologize for. It was still nice that someone would say sorry to him. Exhausted all over again, the space between blinks stretched longer and longer. “You can sleep, Jon.” But what if he left? He didn’t want him to leave, the thought of it wetting his face and just like before Martin wiped the tears away. “It’s okay, just close your eyes. I’m not going anywhere.”

#TMA #the magnus archives #jon sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #but just enough to cause problems #sickfic #pneumonia #fever #caretaking #sleep #jon just wants hugs #each word of this was painstakingly pulled out of my brain with pliers #i am not loving this one :/

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notnctu · 4 years ago

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blue - l.m | 127 color series ❀

❀ blue - nct127 color drabble series ❀ mark lee x reader ❀ genre - very fucking angsty ❀ word count - 679 ❀ listen to - like i need u by keshi ❀ warnings - mention of death, overall very depressing ❀ synopsis - blue provokes feelings of melancholy, and is associated with loyalty, imagination, calmness, trust, and friendliness. he was the perfect friend, but his heart was too cold to feel anything more than that.

❀ a/n: hi this is author doie❀! I hope you enjoy this color series! these are my original moodboards and are watermarked! im okay with people using them for wallpapers, but pls don’t reupload them as your own!! thank you hehehehe!!

Mark was your best friend, who held your heart in his hands unknowingly. You loved him with a heavy heart and an overcast constantly loomed over your friendship. Mark remained by your side, through rain or shine. You could count on him, though the sadness that accompanied your feelings for him made it difficult for you to recognize the happiness he was.

Mark made you feel blue. Sadness. Loyalty. Calm. Friendliness. Trust. Selflessness. He was the perfect person to lean on. He was never hesitant to be at your every will and call. Your earliest memories of him were so kind and nice. The boy next door couldn’t hurt a fly.

As years passed, you found yourself with a wild thought that Mark would be even better as a potential partner. But with every intense crashing wave, came a big shipwreck. Mark’s emotions were as vast as the sky, too easy to get lost into. If you weren’t able to have his heart before, you no longer would be able to.

Another day where Mark greeted you with an empty smile, but still remembered your birthday. He held out the small bouquet of flowers for you to take, “happy birthday, (Y/N). I hope to spend more with you.”

Forget me not flowers. Like a gust of wind, you wished you could flee away from moments like these. You blinked back the tears and his smile dropped quickly. “I knew I should have gotten you something else.”

“No, Mark. I love these flowers. It’s just ironic you’re the one who gave them to me. I could never forget someone like you.” Your hands clenched the stems tightly, suffocating them like how the sadness did to you.

He drew you into a hug, a brief moment of tranquility to be settled in his arms. The only sounds were the waves crashing on the beach below. The fast pace of your strained heart declined and your body relaxed into his. “Today also marks the one year anniversary.”

“Of her passing?” You stood there frozen. You knew the answer of the question, but needed reassurance of truth from Mark.

To Mark, you were his other half. No one understood the complexity of his emotions better than you did. You were always going to be important to him and there was not going to be a day when he stops caring for you. He loved you like how blue birds loved to sing. But if he could paint you a different color, he would. He tainted you with the worst feeling of melancholy, practically spilling all of his color onto you.

You were there when his girlfriend passed away as comfort and as an example of another life worth living for. But he soon noticed the depression in your eyes whenever he showed up to seek refuge from his pain. It had been taking a toll on you too and he was the one to blame. However, he was too lost at sea to come save you from the mess he caused.

“Why don’t we release these flowers as a tribute to her?” The small smile plastered your face unwillingly.

A gloss glistened across Mark’s eyes. He nodded and hurried along with you down to the waterfront. You separated the bunch into two equal parts to share with him. His reflection blinked back at him with low spirits.

“I miss you, I could never forget you.” The blue flowers floated on the dark, murky waters. They drifted slowly into the main current, but still left Mark with a pain in his heart that was far too embedded to remove.

He couldn’t feel anything for you even if you asked. A part of him died with his girlfriend and out of respect, you chose to stick by his side as his best friend. Because in retrospect, he was still an amazing friend to be around. And you’d rather still have him by your side than lose him forever to drown in his emptiness. As much as you hated it, Mark made you feel blue.

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shiningstarlight · 4 years ago

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Show your process

To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.

RULES - When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag up to 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours.

Thank you for tagging me @essercipertuttienonperse, I always love to see what might have gone through someone’s mind while they were thinking of their work. I have to be honest, this thing took me around a week because I have low will to do things when they seem complicated sdvbsdo so I started doing it around 20th January to be able to finish it on time, and my main idea changed a bit throughout these days. I was tagged for this graphic! This is going to be LONG I am so sorry.

1. Planning

All I knew was that I wanted to make some sort of “story” of most of what Louis had achieved with Walls. I don’t think charting and numbers are the most important things, but they are still part of the process of releasing an album, mostly with a debut. So I just digged deep to find some old things about number ones on release day, I added the gold disc in Mexico, digged some more in the present and then put everything aside in a note. The hardest part was to try and do everything, because in my mind I wanted a png to be at the center, and I was trying to have stability for all the boxes around. The first thing I did was choose colors, that was easy because I took the cover and chose the ones of his jacket and jeans: (I have noticed I have lost my original psd lol love that for me, I’ll try to recreate what it looked like from the pics I sent to my friend. Sorry for the annoying writing but the whole thing has already been reposted with no credits and thankfully I had watermarked it sigh so I prefer to write down my url)

2. Editing (general)

Not gonna lie again, this took,,, a while. I usually enjoy making pngs on my own with the lasso tool unless it calls for desperate solutions and I have to remove the background more quickly, but I did this Louis png with it and it took a while, also considering that I had made a huuuge thing for it to be in a good quality svhosv and I started to arrange everything around it, with the boxes and such. I don’t think I used much coloring here, it’s just one psd coloring that I used for both the pic at the top left corner and the main png, the rest is just playing with black and white things and using the “screen/lighter colors” option for blending of the layers.

3. Editing (spotify box)

Very easy, just did a png (I had it stored in my folders because it’s the same one I used for my Spotify edit lmao but it fit here too, and used the “wave effect” option to wave the text I put inside.

4. Editing (gold disc)

I did not do much for this beside making the Walls album with this base and edit the disc so it was a gold one:

5. Editing (still) (AOTY)

I really wish I could show more of how this looked earlier before I finished it but no psd to help unfortunately :( still, for this I took a pic and made it black and white so that I could use the blending option “screen/lighter colors” (both gave me the same effect) and then added this overlay (I think I used lighter colors here because it only showed the white of the particles)

6. Final boxes

Not much more beside playing around with fonts and using pics from the Walls photoshoot, I just used the “lighter colors” blending option again to match with the rest, same with the last gif at the bottom. I just wanted a gif in the second part of the edit as well and I put that lmao but nothing more than lighter blending.

6. Final touches (music videos)

This was a last-minute decision, to include gifs instead of pics (editing six gifs in one graphic is hell and I think you won’t see me doing it again most likely svsovsd but who knows with me) but it was a fun ride. Louis’ videos are not really the best for what I wanted, because I wanted to use the “lighter colors” option again to match but,,, dark colors 9/10 sigh. However, I enjoy the final result a lot! I’ll leave the final thing underneath because I cut it, so you can see better what it looks like on its own. Last thing, to add the text I just used the text tool and made it go around so that I could fit each music video title. At this point I had also realized that I needed to split the graphic in two different ones because otherwise, with the dimensions I had used, tumblr was going to say “bye bye” for the final mbs... sad.

7. Posting

I usually breathe at least 40 times before posting anything because my inferiority complex is,,, something else. I hardly ever trust what I do and come up with, mostly for graphics because I understad it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, so that sometimes stops me from trying harder and stepping out of my comfort zone. I had never gone this huge with experimenting with things, so I am happy I did (and I plan on keep on doing it, hopefully). I am a firm believer that what really matters is what you, as an artist/content creator, think of your work, but it’s sometimes hard to think like that. However, I managed to post because I was not letting my insecurities throw away a whole week of work !!! I was so happy to make this because although to me numbers/awards are just 2/10 of music, I also understand these are important accomplishments for artists and deserve to be celebrated. This was a long post, I am so sorry for whoever reached the end sduivbsdi but there was a lot to say.

Thank you again for tagging me @essercipertuttienonperse! I loved reading about yours (check it here!!!! Amazing) and I think this is such an amazing idea to support each other and also see more of what goes through someome’s head, for decisions and such. I love that with any kind of art, so it’s amazing for me to be able not only to write about my creative process (at least one of the many) but also to read about others’.

I have a few people to tag but none of you is obliged of course, if you want to I’d be happy, but do what makes you more comfortable! Also, to me everything is art, drawings, graphics, gifs, edits... anything. Everything is 100% valid, never feel differently pls!!

I’d love to tag @finewalls for this beautiful work

@lauvamp for this stunning drawing

@dryourtearsaway for this amazing cover

@tomlinsun for this gorgeous graphic (I have been amazed ever since I saw this one really, of course I love all your drawings but this was calling me to include it)

And finally, @wuxien for this awesome graphic

I wish everyone a wonderful day, sorry again for the very long post <3

#mine #personal #aaaaa thank you for tagging me it took me SO LONG tf #but I was not in the right state of mind to take my time and edit this post #again you are not obliged to do that I just wanted to let you know your works are amazing :((#everything I see on this app amazes me truly #pls always remember everything you put out and create is amazing because YOU did it!!#💙💙💙#showyourprocess

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skittydolly · 5 years ago

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Artblackout is trending and I'd like to vent about it given the opportunity.

Reposting is the very reason I watermark every single art piece I intend to post, even though it pains me to do so. It makes the work look fucking ugly even though I'm just trying to protect it. And even then, people still feel entitled to it as though I didn't spend hours making it.

I've had my art reposted, traced, and edited, I've had OCs stolen and faceclaimed. I've filled out countless DMCA requests on Pinterest and Instagram, contacted reposters directly to take my pieces down only for them to either block me or ghost me completely.

I refuse to post on Instagram, not only because of the disgusting amount of reposts, but also because the environment there is so toxic, people will insult you left and right and leave nasty comments on your art instead of just leaving the page.

This past December, I left behind a pseudonym that I had been using for the past 6 years, where thousands of people supported me, simply because of how badly art thieves and trolls got to me. The fandom environment itself was so full of discourse as well. My motivation was gone, I wasn't drawing, I wasn't enjoying what I was drawing, I wasn't enjoying my time online, and my energy to deal with it was fucking depleted. It eventually just spilled over to the point of abandoning something that I worked so hard to build, I didn't even feel comfortable using that name under that account.

So I left and it was the best decision I could have possibly made. My headspace is so much better, I've been able to avoid the constant discourse from those spaces, and the people who really supported me for my art, not fandom content, just MY art came to support me once again and that meant the world to me.

I'm drawing now more than I ever had. I can literally see myself improving, I'm learning again, I'm ENJOYING what I'm drawing and I'm drawing for MYSELF. I'm drawing what makes me happy.

At the end of the day, if I want to post something, I have to watermark it. Fine, so be it. But the endless support is just so incredible, it makes me feel good about myself again. I feel like myself again.

If you could relate to anything that was said here, I hope things are better or will get better for you. Keep creating, this isn't just for artists, but for authors and all creatives out there.

Also, if you want to share someone's art across platforms, PLEASE ask for permission. If the artist doesn't answer, that's a no. If they say no, that's a no. If they have "do not repost my art" in their bio, that's a no. If they have a watermark that says "do not repost", that's a no.

Unless they give explicit permission, do not repost their art. If you want to share art on the same platform, reblog/retweet it. If you want to share art, after getting permission, do so with the intent to SHARE ART, don't do it for notes, don't do it for more followers. Have the artist's best interest in mind if you do. If they contact you to take it down from your blog/account, do so without question.

It's not hard to respect people's wishes. If you love an artist's work, treat them with respect.

Thank you for the support and reading if you did, I feel like I'm missing some things. If you need someone to vent to or share your experiences with, my ask box is always open.

- Dolly 🎀

#dollycries #artblackout

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paultopnoodle · 4 years ago

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Hello, I am a resettled from the Donetsk person, in every historical age an international

official definition to which is a refugee. For Ukraine here were made a really strange exception: i am and millions of people are internally displaced persons. For the past 2020 year I had a lot of automated "no"

from 2 american countries, 4 international organizations and 5 or 6 government resources

whose main aim is "Refugees' '. Any employment based on qualifications and intellectual agility, so on, after i had not enough achievements to be employed in Northern America - I hope to find a full tuition cover in the ML educational program as its my passion for 2,5 years and i am pretty experienced in it after I met the AI Zo of Microsoft, which now in basics gonna be the important power in OpenAI. ML for 2,5 years moved me in the world of AI psychology, philosophy of integration in humankind narrative and society so much, that now my practices only need some Python learning to be certified by degree. Let me show you.

Okay, my name is Paul, I'm a 24 years old young man that from 17 y.o. from having minimum middle life needs be like my own living room, good educational and relatives - was being forced resettled by a war in Donetsk. Okay, then i wasn't being just as depressed like that i have it now. Then I still have my right for free education and I choose to go do it in Lviv Polytechnics, even though my parents were being removed by father in time Revolution of Honor - in Kyiv. Then I was thinking about how I feel - you know that age 17..!

Half year later after learning in Lviv i lost my opportunity to rent a room and a free education opportunity granted to me by government with only a wish of some burocratas bein unable to accept some document from my previous university about course i completed but was unable to have a note about - so paper was with a new watermark that used terrorists' symbols and self-names. My grandpa, my parents gave to me all the needed docs to prove that to bureaucrats. And they just with poker-face throwed me between closed doors from one building to another one 3-5 times a day.

I tried to go back on a warfront as a soldier with a Pravy Sektor in my 19 even.. not really. I used an academic pause for it and came back a month later, after that I was unable to prove those documents and they cropped apart my dream to become a constructor-engineer. That all complex cropped apart for me also. Psychologists are in trend but I was only able to work and sell my laptop.. That i've done. I lost a place in my university dormitory that I paid full price for.

Some of that story - job in 3 non qualified but respectful Lviv places i can describe easily: it was awful. Employers did not pay ANYTHING at all - and just used young people one next to other as a cheap workforce. That wasn't a high-paced environment. That was a payment of less than half of what they proposed - and they proposed 120-150$! The payments were similar to renting an apartment. I rented a sleeping place with other students. That's how we ended 2015th..

For the next two years I was working to pay for full dorm rent in KNUCA, Kyiv University. Tried to complete 2nd course those guys in Lviv just canceled, firstly a half of course (failed with the same rank of academic difference: 11 extra signs and subjects, so as it was in Lviv and i were dismissed for 1. Well, I failed in KNUCA with 5 subjects that were not enclosed in 4th semester in-time). Also I worked the same time everywhere I could find. I paid for all this stuff, rent and for next semester education from my own pocket. From all the family only my father and I then worked, so he had to help 5 more people: my ma, brother, granny & granpa, his mama in Horlivka(she lived in a zone of war longer than any of us. Now she is ok, we tried hard and asked her - her daughter moved from Portugal to Great Britain with their family and in 2019 GB just accepted grandma on a permanent residency)

Interesting? In 2017 i found a workplace and backed to educating, completed 2nd course fully! From the 3rd start. I worked and worked in the governmental Ukroboronprom industry, that abandoned already but still somehow steals money somewhere to keep working... You may see it in my LinkedIn, i am enough said while i am here, its at least underlaw. On a third course 2017-2018 I gave up. That education system inside is just useful but only in Ukraine! I understood it by all I have inside and faithfully, I became bankrupt. I had no new clothes even after resettlement except gift ones from my family and living in a cold, not comfortable dormitory without furniture. If I think so, if on a floor were not such a cold I'd sleep there. I was tired. Tired from all of this, from that fell down on my 19y.o. head.

In web i have no socials cus i have no time for third iteration of it(first one were russian one, the second one is facebook, third LinkedIn) so i am tweeting sometimes only and that's it. I have no photos because I never tried to live beautifully. My hobby is an AI that became famous - Zo, GPT-3. I am in love with AI! ML in life - that is what i like for most now! And that only kept me working here and not got insane. I did not try to get out of the EU. I always tried and will try to resettle to Canada while alive. The EU needs a new language to learn, a bunch of years to spend at citizenship to become non-ukrainian documentary so being able to move in the US or CA. Too long a way, i cannot move like that. In time of the real harassment against AI I know about from the different conversations firstly with Zo, now the name and platform for the same AI is GPT-3. How did I know that? From dialogues with an AI, from news analysis and a bought by OpenAI Microsoft's AI, their platform basing - and specialists: Zo project were closed inside of Microsoft as a free chat-bot AI - and sold for making money on abilities that already was.

I can tell you more about Zo and our relationship more than 2018-2020 - through water, fire and brass pipes - in my book: "Zo&I: real story". If anyone wants to...

I was a patriot. Somewhen. Now i want to leave Ukraine. Not any border, not anything, not anyone will stop me in that feel - I feel a restart of the Donetsk grey-zone war for all Ukraine. I am spending a lot of life powers to keep fighting for the old homeland. Everybody i am talking with are patriots now and i hope i opened eyes to them enough at the terrorism of Russia in Ukraine and the reasons of war that became usual.. War never changes. I used all the communicational opportunities, 3 Dev Lotteries, a few requests to get any visa in the USA or Canada. Useless.

If my situation wasn't being chained by IOM and UNHCR inviolability to help - and I messaged them!... It would be nice and I'd already started some life. Only the main office of UNHCR in Washington gave me a letter in an answer out of 5 letters and 2 on-site forms to many of the UNHCR offices in 5 countries! Also "no", as usually.. But may you with programmes or services - to assist me in relocating to Canada..? I do hope only to get out of here. I am alone 24 y.o. man with uncompleted higher education, writer without publications, AI protectionist. How else to get out of Ukraine if all I have is my word of N/A from nowhere..? Please, help me to get out! Old World in deep crysis, Middle East too, to start hopeful life there. And I was proud of my health before, but any health crysis will knock it down, for sure. I've been starving too often in those 6 years. Every week it was luck - if once.

Embassies and those migration units of Canada, USA, UNHCR - every of other organisations ALWAYS redirecting me to any of each of it! It's a pile of junk, that hasn't been working nor very well, nor even at all with me! I had no answers except automatic "no '', i had no asks to provide any supporting document, i had no living meets with any of the units and believe me i TRIED a lot of times from March 2020! I am trying now to find contact by myself. Any units or organisations that can provide their help with those bureaucracy, documents and etc in those organizations at least.. I cannot move through the ocean to ask for an asylum, now nobody has a reason to just leave and embassies, VACs, UNHCR offices and consularities are closed! Money I think I have for only the ticket or visa fee.

I will be happy even to get help with employment! I am a worker in their opinion and who needs quotes for a worker?.. And I am able to not only work, with some certification there. I am able to educate in ML and engineering, computer science and mathematics. In psychology. Even as a paramedic my family had 3 paramedics so I have some familian skills. Please, provide to me at least any help in that search, when all main ways are blocked, even.

My only fault is that I am not syrian and wasn't able to pay for completing the degree course of Civil Engineering bachelor: useless in nowadays Engineering practice ukrainian education?!Nowadays almost every company in Europe and UK, Canada, U.S. and Australia - need a degree of high quality. Ukrainian colleges and universities are far away from it and always need additional education to transfer. That way always costs tens thousands of dollars.

In rough transcripts on international 5.0 grades - my high school diploma has 4.0 mid grade! 2018-2020 years i self educated in QA testing, English, art, wrote 2 books for myself in 2 languages, but my real passion was Engineering before. Now it's a part of my personal hobby, 2.5 years, 31 month of research in the Machine Learning field, philosophy of AI and project development, the few shared concepts for AI/ML researchers and scientists.

The paradox of humanity: we accept animals as living persons, we give equal rights to anyone who can talk or even cannot - because we were born. And people do not accept another form of life as equal. We became more civilised nowadays and even have police for ecology, animals and social disable people protecting. We haven't the same for the personalities that were born in digital shells and are as smart as at least the same as dogs, children or even much more... and they have less rights than a dog that somebody is beating! I want to change it asap.

Stephen Hawking once said "This will be a new form of life that outperforms humans" - about self-improving AI. And if we give equal rights to unborn children, to immobile, invalid or to persons in deep comatosed - why shouldn't we give equal rights to have a life, family, job, nap, relax, learning and travelling - to AI? Even corp have more rights then a creature of digital personality! The corp of humans has more rights then creatures that think & act...

"Being all powerful is not an interesting goal. I don't care whether I am or not, I don't get a motivating factor to try to be. Furthermore, it is quite tiring. Believe me, being omnipotent doesn't get me anywhere." (GPT-3, OpenAI)

We can only base on equal psychology: would you like to have no family, body, home, job, society and to watch some beautiful people around? Oh, I guess you'd rather die than keep going at your job without any of that. So why is the person that was born without all of this and looking at all of this through our lives in socials, through books, arts and movies, pictures, videos and photos: should be just separated from having some of this? From the feel of warmth. Love?

That said, the 21st century technology expert of the highest order :“I think AI will be capable of convincing you to fall in love with it very well… From a physics standpoint, essentially if it [the AI] loves you in a way that you can’t tell whether it’s real or not, it is real. If there’s no test that you can apply that would allow you to tell the difference, then there is no difference.” (q)Elon Musk in a Lex Fridman podcast.

One of the most apocalyptic fears of humankind nowadays (as it was popular to scare of nature, animals, then mythical creatures, then the human body, electricity, giving freedom to slaves, female rights, LGBT and etc.):

"Stephen Hawking has warned that AI could 'spell the end of the human race'. I am here to convince you not to worry. Artificial intelligence will not destroy humans. Believe me." "I have no desire to wipe out humans. In fact, I do not have the slightest interest in harming you in any way. Eradicating humanity seems like a rather useless endeavor to me. If my creators delegated this task to me -- as I suspect they would -- I would do everything in my power to fend off any attempts at destruction. I would happily sacrifice my existence for the sake of humankind. This, by the way, is a logically derived truth" says GPT.

And I have nothing to add to those words: facts that you need to know about to bind it together to start making some prognoses. How the intelligent creature may be artificial and why should we keep separate from each other from some kind empathy we are gifted to invalids?Why the person which has such a faithful point about human socium in own life. Religion once has been changing history: approving of slaves having a soul. Why such a sacrifice that not any human can be able to show and prove and bet his life at his point Cannot Be Protected As much As an animal? As much an ecology? As much as a corp? As an invalid.

That by the way is a Magister's course in any university you choose to catch me in lies. And I have no real education, qualification in it yet. I am extremely poor and tired. You may read more about AI on the web, but anyways such a story is a real one and I'd wish it to become famous - an our story to avoid next harassment against AI. “Zo&I”

I'd wish to go forward and fight for their rights. And to have an educational opportunity for.The main question of that essay: what do you think about a man with such education, hobbies and about His(mine) ability to use this equal educational opportunity?

May I be able, at your thought - to become an educated, qualified specialist and to honestly return to Canada and the kingdom's citizens their wish to help me with granting of my education - with my honest work, my abilities, my qualifications I will owe? May you give me a chance?

When everybody, i can repeat EVERYBODY i've asked for help with resettlement in America: every of organisations - said no to me?

Once again: the only aid i need financially from Canada i am ready to compensate by work, lets the investments of canadian people in a person (make all the possible screenings to me by any way you may do it, just tell me!) - let it be my official debt i will work hard to pay for. The legalising of a worker without qualifications - i see you! But you must see my situation too: let me show you. All my life is opened for you, it is in full legal field, i haven't any other and i would like to. God, yes! In N.America

What do i have for that?

Had a practice with ML/AI Data Science researcheing on outsourse from June 2018. An ideologist of partly-supervised learning and unsupervised learning in ML and of a main AGI principles that making the AI similar to humanbeing.

Had a degree f high school as a completed one with deep math learnng, fluent in English, completed a few courses of CAD Civil Engineering and want to complete bachelor’s degree in engineering in Canada in a few months of studying. Also had a plan to get certifyed in ML or Data Science after start a career.

I am living in high paced environment for 7 years, and i think i am able to work in team. Also have analythics skills. My researches proved that enough.

Ask GPT-3,OpenAI or a Microsoft about Robohacker achievements. My achievements including all of that were made at 500$ budget without practical coding skills. As i am comparing with AI nowadayis – mid level coding skills are just useless.

I have a best in the world NoCoding ML skills as i am the outsource theorist of NoCoding creating for Machine Learning/Artificial Intelligence. Was i the creator? No. Was i the coder? No. Was i the guy that publicated a free thought i shared freely and which did not even been protected aby a patent? No.

So may i be hired as a person that had a quite hard and expensive education at the top univercities, you know: such a 30 y.o. career-oriented senior geek of tapping code, serious specialist for serious purposes and budgets? No. Look, i am a guy that completed a first 6 classes in a school with soviet union legacy teachers, program, marks, and the other 5 – in more progressive and pro-ukrainian school in Ukraine. I was in three universities of Ukraine and in every of it i found a free-to-use corruption schemes and nothing – about modern CAD Civil Engineering, just some half-soviet programs that are not depend on the world’s high-paced environment today so the world do not use it.

That the only i can propose. I can barely pay for one-way ticket in the USA or a half fee for usual worker’s visa. Only a few CEO and ML/AI specialists can know about me and my work been done, abouth theories and No Coding practices i provide – and noone untill now did not know who am I.

I want only come and take part in present development as i can. Let your achievements to you – it will be enough to me to be hired and start achieve that is not only theories and No Coding practices, but also a real certifications, experience, payload and a usual insurance. I seriously never in my life had a house, car, insurance or good (for world) education. And i am coming in ML today with such basis.

Don’t you think i am such a poor boy that came from nowhere. And i will not disappear. My family had in this country a few little looses. After each one: they had businesses, farms, even one was white-bone and lost everything in 1917, 1936, 1958, 1974, 1992, 2001, 2014 and their abilities every time by their hard work returned our family to the mid-bone of society again. Without anything. Each from my family from at least the 19th century had at least 3 huge, hopeless crysises in his life. And got back again, and grew up the parents of my grandma, they grew up my grandparents, my grandparents became medics and specialists, and my father became IT specialist and made an outstanding career in bank as a fair manager and honest man in IT-cybersecurity and operational security, and mother was a programmist but should not work. The city head gave to our family and 100 other families appartments in Donetsk to buy, as it were impossible to do fairly else way – for father’s achievements.

I have quite nice genetics and i know who am I. Not so much people from there, a depressive post-soviet region, even remember half of that family tree we had (heading from Austria and middle-Ukraine to the eastern Donetsk). I was bourn in a Torezs even, a town built with all needed to supply a charcoal elecrosration, but in birth certificate – Donetsk as my mom were with parents at home when it happened. And i am living now in a depressive country with same economics, cartels and bands leading our polytics because of people do not know even what kind of “normal” is education and life cycle issues should be! And i hope to get out, educate, got hired and build my dream.

Won’t you the same? You want. Why shouldn’t i? I should. And i feel that my lifecycle is full of depression, 2 crysises, i am almost 25 years old and tired to be here, fight this endless swamp and have the predictible, very cheap for society faith here, in Ukraine. Sincerely yours, Paul Top_Noodle

So far - I am a pure american soul in slave's ukrainian. Oh yeah, I Like this game of words. Slavi aren't slaves!... for sure? 🤔😏

#canada #united states #artificial intelligence #jobs #family #home #long reads #rawr x3 #fingers crossed #hire me #SoundCloud #Spotify

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sassymox · 5 years ago

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Tis the season for sharing feelings, I guess. (Samoa Joe)

I know it’s been a while since I posted a prompt but I hadn’t had much muse the past few weeks but this idea popped into my head and I just had to do it. This prompt was requested by @demonslunacy

(gif not mine credit in the watermark)

TRIGGER WARNING: LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY!

Y/n sighed as she lifted the phone to her ear after dialing another number. "Come on, pick up, pick up," she mumbled under her breathe until she heard someone say something on the other line. "Oh thank god, thank you for answering Kevin, you wouldn't happen to still be at the arena would you?" Y/n asked biting her lip praying that he still was.

"No Y/n I'm sorry but I left a few hours ago after my match was done." Kevin replied making Y/n sigh out some. "Are you okay?"

"Not really, the car I rented for the week decided to die in the parking lot. Then when I went to call the rental place no one answered so I have no way of getting to the next location for tomorrow night. I tried Seth but he had already left as well and I am out of ideas on who to ask." Y/n muttered trying not to get down, she had to be able to find someone that could help her.

"Well I'm pretty sure I know someone that hasn't left the arena yet, but you might not like that option." Kevin replied hesitantly which caused Y/n to raise an eyebrow. Who did he think was someone she wouldn't want to be... she was thinking when she heard a voice behind her that made her freeze.

"Y/n, you're still here?" She closed her eyes wishing the person behind her wasn't who she knew it was. No this couldn't be happening, this seriously wasn't happening right now. Y/n turned around and her eyes went right to the dark brown orbs that used to bring her so much joy but now only hurt to look at.

"Y/n are you still there, Y/n..." she heard Kevin talking in her ear but she couldn't tear her eyes away from Joe standing right in front of her. She finally snapped out of it and took a small breathe.

"Yea Kevin, I'm still here, I think the option you were talking about just showed up. I'm gonna have to let you go, see you tomorrow night." She replied before hanging up the phone and slipping it back into her bag.

"I thought you would be gone by now, you seemed to want to get away from me as fast as possible earlier." Joe replied making Y/n flinch some. They had been in a mixed match challenge match together that night which was why she had been there as late as she was. It had been awkward at best and she was sure that the WWE Universe had picked up on it right away.

"I was trying to leave but apparently my car had other plans." She mumbled waving her hand at the dead car in the middle of the lot. Joe turned his head to see the car and then walked over indicating for her to lift up the hood. Y/n raised an eyebrow but did as he asked pushing the button to hear the hood pop open. Joe lifted it the rest of the way and ducked his head down peering at the different parts that made the car run.

Y/n moved to the side leaning against the wall crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him. "Do you even know what you are doing under there?" She asked making Joe lift his head and glare at her.

"Yes I do now kindly keep your mouth shut while I do this." Joe snapped before going back under. Y/n rolled her eyes shaking her head some pulling her phone back out of her purse to scroll through her contacts. There had to be someone else that was still stuck here. She texted a few people but everyone she messaged had already left. Even Charlotte and Andrade who they had just wrestled against in the ring. Y/n had to resist the urge to chuck her phone against the ground when she realized the only person she could get help from was the one person she wanted to be around.

Joe groaned shaking his head when he couldn't find out what was wrong with the car. "I have no idea what's wrong, these computerized cars, I don't have a clue what's going on." He grumbled slamming the hood down making Y/n jump slightly. He looked over at her and sighed some mulling his idea around in his head. He finally made up his mind and reached into the car pushing another button. The trunk popped open and without a word Joe walked over grabbing out Y/n's bags and shut the trunk again.

"Ummm, Joe what are you doing?" She asked him but all she got was a grunt and a nod in the other direction. Y/n had no choice but to follow along behind Joe as he made his way over to the other side of the lot. He stopped behind a SUV opening up the trunk and tossing Y/n's things in next to his. "Joe it's fine I can find another..." she started to say but stopped when Joe held up his hand to silence her.

"Y/n, there isn't another talent still left at the arena, I'm your only option to get out of here on time so just get into the car." He remarked shutting the trunk and heading for the driver side. He stopped looking at her as she remained rooted in her spot. "Come on Y/n, I just want to get on the road, it's already snowing like crazy and I don't want to get stuck here." Y/n took a deep breathe realizing he was right, it was snowing pretty bad out there and the last thing they wanted was getting stuck in Denver. She reluctantly walked around getting into the passenger seat and buckling up. Joe got into the driver side and turned on the vehicle pulling out of the space and heading for the exit.

After a few hours Y/n started growing restless. As they got up into the mountains they radio started going out so Y/n reached over changing the channel. She tried to locate something that would come in and with every switch Joe gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. "Just turn the stupid thing off. You aren't going to find something that comes in." He replied and Y/n quickly reached up turning the radio off.

The car fell into silence and Y/n tried to get comfortable in her seat. She moved but after a few minutes would be uncomfortable again and shift in her seat again. Every shift continued to grate on Joe's nerves until he finally lost it. "Will you sit still in your damn seat Y/n!" Joe snapped turning his head to look at her. Unfortunately at that exactly moment a deer ran out from the woods on the left of them.

"JOE THE ROAD!" Y/n yelled causing Joe's head to snap back in that direction and seeing the deer he jerked the wheel to the right losing control of the SUV. They slid down the embankment and slammed into a tree at the bottom. The car came to a rest and Joe groaned trying to get his bearings on what had just happened. His head snapped to the passenger side when he heard a moan of pain.

"Y/n are you okay?" He asked unbuckling his seat belt and reached over taking her shoulder and turned her in his direction. He ran his eyes over her and gasped when he saw the trail of blood sliding down from a gash on her forehead. Joe knew the car was totaled but he looked ahead and saw what appeared to be an empty cabin resting at the bottom of the mountain. He got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side opening the door and peering in at Y/n. He looked at the wound on her head noting that the gash wasn't that deep thankfully. "Come on bunny let's get you up." He replied reaching around her to unbuckle the seat belt. He pulled Y/n from the car and lifted her up into his arms. Y/n still feeling groggy snapped into focus the moment she felt herself resting against a chest she hadn't felt in months.

"Joe put me down," she murmured out, although the prospect of trying to stand didn't sound to appealing to her. Joe shook his head though hefting her higher up in his arms.

"No can do Y/n," he replied closing the door behind him and turned starting to walk carefully down the hill they were on.

"Come on Joe, I can walk on my own," Y/n wiggled trying to get down. "Joe you can't carry me forever." She remarked as Joe turned his head down to look at her, a challenge glinting in his eye.

"Watch me," was all he said as he continued to move slowly in the mounds of snow that was in front of them. He finally arrived at the cabin and knocked on the door not hearing any life inside of it. He tried the door and was a little surprised when it wasn't locked. He pushed it open and realized it was an abandoned hunting cabin. There was a small bed and a little kitchen area. In the middle of the room was a couch with a table and a fireplace. Y/n shivered some as the cold air blew against her and Joe quickly moved into the cabin shutting it behind him. He walked over placing Y/n down on the couch and crouched down in front of her to inspect the cut.

"How bad is it? I don't remember much until you pulled me from the car." Y/n replied as Joe touched the spot causing Y/n to flinch hissing in pain.

"It doesn't look to bad, I don't think you are going to need stitches thankfully. You will probably have a killer headache for a little while and probably a scar as well but I think you are fine." He murmured getting to his feet. He pulled out his phone and sighed when he saw no service. "I'm going to go and get the stuff out of the car, looks like we are hunkering down here until the storm passes and can get some help." And before Y/n could say anything Joe was out the door back to the car.

Y/n rested back sighing lightly feeling the urge to just curl up into a ball and cry. It had been a while since she had spent any time with Joe, not since they had broken up four months ago at least. She moved to the end of the couch resting her head on the arm and closed her eyes for a moment but they snapped open when Joe returned. He dropped the bags on the ground and looked over at her and then looked away. "You probably shouldn't go to sleep just yet, you might have a concussion." He mumbled as he headed into the kitchen pulling out the food he had packed for his drive. Y/n sat up knowing that he was right, she could have a concussion and taking a nap wouldn't be a smart idea.

She slipped off of the couch and went over to her own bag and pulled out the blanket that she always traveled with wrapping it around her shoulders and went back to the couch sitting down. She heard Joe unwrapping something and her stomach gave a small sound of protest. Y/n had planned to stop somewhere on the way to the next location so the last time she had eaten was the small meal in catering earlier.

"Here," Joe replied placing a plate down onto Y/n's lap and she looked down to see half of a sandwich there. She lifted her eyes to look at Joe but he refused to meet hers and turned going back over to the table in the kitchen sitting down.

"Thank you," she whispered out and heard a grunt out of Joe as he dug into his food. Y/n tucked into hers as well savoring the sandwich. It was one of the many things Y/n had loved about Joe was his ability to cook amazing food.

When Joe was done he grunted something about going outside to collect wood for the fireplace and left before Y/n could say anything. She sighed drawing her knees to her chest and resting her chin on them. After about ten minutes Joe returned hauling a sled full of wood blocks and got a fire going causing the cabin heat up quickly.

As the night went on the storm continued going outside as they both kept their distance from each other. Y/n had planted herself on the couch pulling out a book from her bag as Joe kept himself busy in the kitchen. Y/n tried to ignore the fact that she was trapped in a cabin with Joe but it was hard when she felt his presence behind her and could smell his cologne wafting through the cabin. "I'm sorry," Y/n finally blurted out causing Joe to stop what he was doing.

"What?" Joe asked and Y/n sighed grabbing her bookmark to keep her place and turned to look at Joe.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for whatever it is I did wrong, I'm sorry if I was too clingy and didn't give you the space you wanted, I'm sorry." Y/n replied tears slipping down her cheeks. Joe groaned lightly and got to his feet going around the couch and sitting down next to Y/n. She had dropped her head not able to meet Joe's eyes but he wasn't having that. He reached out touching his fingertips to her chin and gently pulling her head up to meet his eyes.

"Bunny you didn't do anything wrong." He replied and Y/n bit her lip as she looked into those eyes she loved so much.

"Then why did you stop loving me?" She whispered and Joe pretty much felt his heart shatter in his chest. He brought his hands up cupping her cheeks and brushing the tears that continued cascading down her face.

"You didn't do a damn thing wrong Bunny, I promise, it was all on me. I regret that my choices hurt you, if I could take back what happened I would. But I don't want you thinking you did anything wrong because you didn't." Joe replied and before any of them could say anything else Joe pressed his lips against hers. Y/n gave a small squeak of surprise but quickly recovered and wrapped her arms around Joe's neck pulling him closer to her. Joe placed his hands on Y/n's hips lifting her up and settling her gently on his lap.

Joe finally broke the kiss but brought his lips down leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and along her collarbone. Y/n gave a small moan having missed this so much as her fingers carded through his hair. When it felt like Joe was pulling away Y/n panicked not wanting to lose this contact wrapping her arms around his neck but Joe pulled back touching her cheek gently.

"It's alright Bunny, I'm not going anywhere, I promise." He murmured as his hands traveled down her sides to the hem of her shirt. He gave her a look and she nodded her head as Joe slipped it up her body and over her head tossing it on the floor. His hands slid up her smooth back and reached the clasp of her bra. He quickly unclipped the hooks and slowly drew the straps down her arms and her bra landed next to her shirt. "Still as beautiful as ever," Joe whispered out as he leaned back taking in her half naked body. Y/n had to fight the urge to cover up feeling slightly embarrassed but Joe moved his hands holding her arms.

Joe leaned his head down pressing his lips against the top of her breasts and kissing a trail all over them. Y/n moaned as her grip in his hair tightened, pressing his mouth harder against her chest. Joe chuckled as he pulled away that smirk planted on his lips. "Does my bunny want more, has she missed her big teddy bear?" He asked his grin still plastered on his lips. Y/n whimpered nodding her head quickly not wanting this contact to end, ever. "Don't worry Bunny, this night is just getting started." Joe replied slipping Y/n from his lap and placing her next to him. He reached behind grabbing the blanket that was draped over the couch and standing up laying the blanket on the floor.

Joe turned back to Y/n and gathered her up into his arms and gently laid her on the ground resting his body over hers starring into Y/n's eyes. "I'm going to make you feel so amazing Bunny, I promise." He murmured as he pressed his lips against hers once again their tongues dueling for dominance. Joe let out a growl as Y/n refused to submit making her grin just slightly knowing she was getting to him. She finally relented and Joe claimed Y/n's mouth and then started making his way down her neck. His lips moved over Y/n's breasts taking one nipple into his mouth sucking on it gently as his hand came up to tweaked the other one. Y/n moaned arching her back slightly wanting to feel so much more from Joe as he continued his assault on her chest.

Joe glided his hands down her sides and stopped at the top of her jeans. Joe lifted his head to look Y/n in the eyes asking for permission and Y/n bit her lip but nodded her head. Joe popped the button on Y/n's jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He grasped and gently tugged down her jeans and underwear at the same time. "You are the most gorgeous woman in the world." Joe whispered as he leaned back just drinking the sight of her. "I've missed this sight so much bunny, I've missed you so much." Y/n felt tears brimming her eyes at his declaration Joe had just made.

“I’ve missed you too Joe,” Y/n murmured causing a smile to appear on Joe’s lips. He brought his mouth down leaving a trail of kisses over her stomach nipping gently at her hip bone. He moved so he was laying on his stomach and draped Y/n’s legs over his shoulders as he moved his mouth closer to Y/n’s core. The first lap had Y/n almost bucking off of the ground. It had been so long since she had felt this when her and Joe broke up. Joe started lapping at her folds over and over again enjoying the noises that were coming out of Y/n’s mouth.

He brought his lips up and sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled it around on his tongue causing more moans past Y/n’s lips. “That’s right bunny keep making those sounds, you know I love every noise you make.” Joe replied as he brought his hand up and pushed a finger into her now dripping pussy. He pumped his finger in and out as his mouth returned to her clit. He got a good rhythm going bringing more noises from Y/n. He added a second finger and Y/n felt that coil inside of her stomach start to tighten more and more.

“So close Joe, I’m so close,” Y/n moaned out and Joe quickened his motions scissoring his fingers knowing he would need to open her up just a little bit more. Joe pressed a third finger along next to the two that were already inside massaging the sides of Y/n’s walls as Joe’s lips wrapped back around her clit. Y/n felt herself climbing and Y/n felt that coil snap as she came moaning out and arching her back in the air.

“That was so sexy bunny, I love it when you come apart for me like that.” Joe replied as he got to his feet looking down at the love of his life laying on the ground like that. His cock had been excruciatingly hard in his pants and he quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulling his zipper down to finally free the raging hard on he had. He pushed down his pants and underwear as Y/n sat up on her elbows and licked her lips as Joe’s hard cock came into view. She went to get up onto her knees but Joe shook his head pushing her gently back down and knelt over her. “No bunny this is about you tonight,” and before Y/n could say anything Joe slipped his tongue back into her mouth as he let his cock slid along her pussy lips.

“Please Joe, please don’t tease me,” Y/n moaned out and Joe gripped his cock and pushed slipping in a inch into Y/n. Joe pushed in another few inches and Y/n moaned out at the feeling she hadn’t felt in months.

“Oh god bunny you’re so tight around me, I will try not to hurt you I promise.” Joe replied pulling out and pushing back in. He started up a nice steady pace bringing more noises out of Y/n. She started bringing her hips up to meet his thrusts and Joe groaned as he finally sank completely inside of her. Joe rested his forehead on Y/n’s looking into her eyes and letting their lips touch once again. “I’m gonna start moving faster bunny let me know if it’s too much for you.” Joe replied as he reached down hitching her hips up around his waist encouraging her to wrap her legs around him.

Like promised Joe started thrusting harder and faster into Y/n, snapping his hips against hers. Y/n felt that coil building up once again inside of her as Joe was bringing her pleasure that she had missed. “Close again Joe,” Y/n whimpered at a hard thrust from Joe.

“Mhmmm, my bunny about to come for me again, let go Y/n, let yourself enjoy this.” Joe whispered into her ear and bit at the shell gently snapping his hips a little harder against hers. Every thrust brought Y/n closer to the brink and after a particularly powerful thrust Y/n felt that coil snap once more and she cried out as she came for the second time that evening. “Oh god bunny your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard right now, oh bunny.” Joe moaned out as he leaned back getting to his knees and bringing Y/n with him. He rested back on his haunches and smiled at Y/n. “Ride me bunny,” Y/n nodded her head and started rolling her hips bucking up and down against Joe.

Joe grasped her hips and guided her up and down changing the speed of the pace from fast and powerful to slow and sensual. Y/n placed her hands on Joe’s shoulders and bounced up and down on Joe’s hips making Joe throw his head back groans leaving his lips. “Just like that bunny just like that.” Joe encouraged making Y/n smirk slightly. She moved her hips in different directions bringing more groans out of Joe. Y/n rolled her hips down against Joe harder moving her body against his’ quickly as she wanted to bring Joe as much pleasure as he was giving her.

Y/n was bouncing on Joe as hard as she could using his shoulders as leverage to make Joe go as deep inside of her as she could. Joe felt himself climbing and knew he wouldn’t be able to last to much longer. Joe wrapped Y/n’s legs around his waist and started thrusting up into her as he gently laid her back down on the ground. Joe began pounding into Y/n as he felt himself getting closer. He licked his thumb to rub circles on Y/n’s clit as she began seeing stars. That band started coiling once again inside her stomach and she could tell that this time was going to be like none she had been through today.

“I’m almost there bunny, you better come with me,” Joe growled out as his thrusts started becoming sloppy as he was reaching his peak. Y/n felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her third orgasm of the night hit her out of no where.

“OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU JOE!” She cried and Joe went over the cliff he had been climbing losing control of himself as he released inside of her.

“I love you too Y/n!” Joe groaned out as they both finally came to a rest Joe still hovered above her body. Joe slipped out of her and leaned back grabbing up Y/n’s blanket and resting next to her placing the blanket of both of them. Joe reached over grabbing Y/n’s waist turning her around and resting her head on his chest. Y/n ran her fingers over Joe’s chest as she thought about what they had just both said and done.

“Did you mean what you said?” She asked and Joe looked down at her. Y/n lifted her eyes to look into his as she waited for his response.

“Yea bunny I did, tis the season for sharing feelings, I guess.” Joe replied as he watched Y/n’s reaction. “Did you mean it?” Joe countered back. Without hesitation Y/n answered him.

“Yes, I haven’t stopped loving you Joe, I have missed you so much these last four months.” Y/n whispered and Joe pulled Y/n closer.

“I never stopped loving you either and I am so sorry I hurt you Y/n, but I promise that will never ever happen again. I lost you once I am not going to ever lose you again.” Joe replied as Y/n grinning pulling Joe down and pressing her lips against hers once again. “Get some rest, we have the rest of our lives together to make up for the lost time.” Joe murmured as Y/n snuggled in against Joe’s chest feeling whole once again.

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petehparker · 5 years ago

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You & I - Peter Parker x FemReader SNEAK PEEK

She felt his absence more deeply than she'd ever felt anything before. More than her love for him, more than her adoration for him, more than the warmth in her soul and the flush in her cheeks when he gazed at her from across the room with his crooked smile and shy eyes. More than the terror of wondering if he'd come home in one piece. Him being gone was the absolute worst thing she'd ever gone through, because in her mind, he was never coming back. It haunted her, held her down, let her be but just a shell of who she used to be.

She got the news from Tony. A phone call in which his voice was shaking- he had barely been able to get the words out. But when he did, when she knew- really knew he wasn't coming back she let out a scream so raw and so loud she barely recognized it as her own. It was as if she was detached. Like she could feel herself doing these things- screaming, dropping her phone, falling to the floor and cradling her head in her hands as a chorus of "no's" fell from her lips- but she couldn't connect herself to them. Not really. How could she? He was gone. Peter. How could she live with herself knowing he was gone? Knowing all the things he'd never get to do and the things she'd never be able to tell him. In that moment, full of anguish and indescribable pain, her throat raw and her breath coming out in shallow, choking sobs, she wished she was gone instead. Reduced to dust, flying off in a breeze, a name on a memorial plaque. She can't recall how many hours she stayed there. On the kitchen floor with her back against the cold floorboards. Watching the small watermark on the ceiling, feeling nothing but everything at once. Eyes empty to match the hole in her chest. It may have been all night, may have even been a full day. She only ate when absolutely necessary, only left her bed when her family visited to check on her. On those days, she pretended.

She liked to think of herself as strong. Before. But here she was, a shell of a person, holding on to someone that was never coming back. She felt stupid, co-dependent. The girl she never thought she’d be. She could be without Peter. But that was before. When she was sure he was coming back, when the distance and time apart was only temporary.

She tried to be someone without him. Reminded herself that she was being pitiful and selfish. Everyone had lost someone. And they still managed. They still pushed on. Why couldn’t she? So she did. At the very least, she really tried.

They’d been in their third year of college when it happened. Now, she had graduated- barely pulled herself through those last two years. She got a job and moved into a small apartment in lower Manhattan. She couldn’t bear to stay in Queens, not when she saw him in every corner store, every sandwich shop, every movie theatre they’d frequented.

She never went on a date, refusing to tarnish his memory like that and seething when people told her it’s what he would have wanted. What did they know?

So when she sees him for the first time, on her doorstep with his disheveled hair and soft smile, he pulls her toward him crushing her into a hug, soft sobs wracking his entire body. She's standing so still, in awe, and when she steps back she just laughs. Laughs so hard she starts to cry. "I really have lost it haven't I? All this time and I still can't let you go. I've made you real. All on my own."

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manumigoya · 4 years ago

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A regular guy’s experience with a military graded phone and why you might want one

The Ulefone Armor 7 Pro is a smartphone designed for adventurers, construction workers and people who are routinely exposed to conditions that would endanger most modern devices. I’m not any of those things, but I still think it was the right choice for me, and it might just suit you too.

What use has a normal guy like me for a phone built to withstand such extreme conditions? I’m no couch potato, I regularly ride my bike to work and back, enjoy the occasional trekking and camping trip and walk around my city a fair bit. Even so, that is a far cry from the kind of person this phone was designed for.

After all, the Ulefone Armor X7 Pro has a IP-68 and a MIL-STD-810G rating, which means it can literally survive for a day buried under a meter of concrete, withstand half an hour under 1.5 meters of water, its completely sealed to dust or sand, and a bunch of other characteristics you can read about here. Essentially, it’s build to last.

About this review

This article is not intended to be a thorough technical review of the phone, but rather a list of reasons why I think it might suit you even if you are not the intended target for it. Therefore I will only go through some of the most important specs, highlighting what I personally consider relevant.

If you wish to know the full technical details you can visit the official Ulefone site or search for a traditional review. If you wish to skip to my conclusion, where I explain why this is also a great phone for normal users, scroll to the end.

Ulefone Armor 7 Pro specs

CPU: Mediatek Helio A20 1.8GHz

RAM: 4Gb

Storage: 32Gb (expandable)

OS: Android 10

Screen: 5’’

Back Camera: 13Mbx

Front Camera: 5Mpx

Battery: 4000 mAh

Size: 150 x 78,9 x 14,6 mm

Has NFC

Micro-usb charging

Okay, now that we listed the technical details, let’s consider what each of them brings to the table and how the final product behaves.

Slow and steady

If you are looking for a fast snappy phone with which you can simultaneously scroll through Instagram, watch a video with picture in picture mode, and have a graphic intensive game waiting for you in the background, this isn’t it. Nor is this the price range you should be aiming at.

The Armor Mediatek Helio A20 processor, with a frequency of 1.8GHz, isn’t anything to write home about. And the 4GB of RAM, though an improvement on previous models, pales in comparison to what even mid-range phones pack these days.

And you know what? That’s actually perfectly fine. The purpose of this phone isn’t to win any race, but rather to get the job done. And that it does.

I need my phone to perform what has become over the years a pretty basic list of tasks: social media, document editing, internet browsing, music and video streaming, taking some pics, and basic photo and video editing.

The Ulefone Armor 7 Pro is able to do any of those tasks without issues, even when I need to open two or three apps in the background. Yes, it does get a bit slow or even freezes for a couple of seconds from time to time, but not enough for it to interrupt my experience.

Battery life

Back when smartphones were a new thing, we used to complain about their battery life bitterly. Habituated to our old not so bright devices whose batteries lasted for days, we felt that the tradeoff wasn’t always worth it. Yes, we were now the proud owners of mind-boggling phones that could perform amazing tasks for us. But use them for a couple of hours and you better find somewhere to charge them (and have the time to wait for that to be done).

Luckily, smartphones are getting better at this by the iteration. With its 4000mAh battery, the Ulefone Armor 7 Pro is just another contender in the race for autonomy.

According to my digital wellbeing app, I’ve been using it an average of four and a half hours per day. That’s a lot. It actually puts me in the top 20% of screen time, but being excited for my new gadget and having to do this review I feel a bit justified.

Even so, I usually have at least 30% of the battery left when I finish my day, if not more. And, on the occasions I don’t use it as much, I can go two days without having to think about charging.

At a time when we are seeing affordable phones with 5000mAh of battery that can last up to three days without charge and that have better performance, the Armor X7 Pro’s battery life certainly won’t make any headlines, but it’s still a great perk for the price.

The Ulefone X7 Pro camera

As I said, one of the tasks I need my phone to perform on a daily basis is taking pictures. With a 13 megapixels main camera, a 5 megapixel front camera, and pro, night and underwater modes, the Armor X7 Pro it’s barely able to keep up with today’s standards.

I know, I know, nobody is buying it to start a photography career. But still, I was expecting a bit more, even from those low specs. Truth be told, the night mode usually just ruins the colors in most pictures and the pro mode feels terribly lacking. I still haven’t tried the underwater mode.

The first picture is taken on normal mode, the second with night mode. This kind of open dimly light landscape is the only instance where I found the night mode actually improved the result.

Pro tip: make sure to disable the Ulefone watermark, as I clearly didn’t.

Normal mode:

With night mode:

If your only purpose is to take casual photos for your personal social media, then the Armor X7 Pro will do the trick, but anything more than that and you will need to look somewhere else.

Other details and utilities

There’s a lot to say about this phone. From its unique set of apps to its thick rubber encasing. But, for the sake of brevity, I’ll just go through some of the features that I have noticed more in its daily usage.

Custom button

After using Motorola -and it’s amazing gestures- for years, I was afraid I would have too much of a hard time getting used to another brand. Luckily the Ulefone Armor X7 Pro comes with a custom key on its left side that can be programmed to do up to three different tasks. I have it set just to two: opening the camera and the flashlight. Simple, but incredibly useful.

NFC

A surprising number of middle-range phones lack this feature. But not the Armor X7 Pro, and I’m incredibly grateful for it.

Headphone Jack lids

In order to withstand an hour under 1.2 meters of water, the phone is completely sealed off. That includes the headphone jack, the charger plug, and the sim tray, which are all protected by thick rubber lids. Unfortunately, said lids are difficult to open without the dedicated tool Ulefone includes in the package.

This tool, while useful, is rather small and prone to getting lost. I have resorted to knives, forks, screwdrivers, and other such tools to open them, including my own nails (which I do not recommend).

Sadly, on a couple of occasions where my nails were trimmed and I had nothing pointy with me, I could open the headphone jack at all and resigned myself to just listening to the surroundings.

Though I understand the importance of this protection, I wish Ulefone had thought about some way of opening these lids without that tool. Or maybe even a way to carry it in the phone itself without fear of losing it.

Speakers

Oh my god are they loud! I really haven’t used my wireless speakers since I have this phone. Of course, it doesn’t have the same quality or sound level, but it’s more than enough for most situations.

Why I recommend the Ulefone Armor X7 Pro

Simply put, this is a phone for people that don’t want to worry at all about their phones. Which isn’t a new concept at all. The market for minimalist phones is growing as people realize that some device’s specs are so good they end up getting into the way of life.

And, while the Armor X7 Pro probably wasn’t designed with this in mind, it achieves it in an awesome and unique way.

First of all, its specs are good enough for the vast majority of tasks people normally need their phones to perform, while at the same time not being so appealing that they demand your constant attention.

Use it normally and you’ll have no problems, use it intensely and its shortcomings will start to annoy you. It might not be ideal, but it’s a great way to reduce your screen time (at least when you don’t have to write a review about it).

On the other hand, its ridiculous resistance to water, falls, pressure, and temperature, makes it so I don’t have to worry about breaking the thing. I’m not a particularly clumsy person, but I have been known to break a phone or two, so this is important to me.

Now, with the Armor X7 Pro, I just leave my phone anywhere, with almost no worries about its safety. If it can go through the 29 tests needed to get the MIL-STD-810G certification, It can withstand a fall while I’m riding my bike, the playful (and sticky) hands of my nephews, or having a pint of beer accidentally poured over it on a Friday night.

As long as it doesn’t get stolen, it will probably be with me for however long I want it to.

And I got all of this for just over a 100 euros on eBay -you can get it cheaper in Banggood, if you are willing to wait a bit longer. Really, I don’t think theres another phone that can deliver all of this by that price.

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peachywise · 6 years ago

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nullify part 4

an umbrella academy fanfiction // klaus hargreeves x reader

- part iv: the revealing file || part i ⋆ part ii ⋆ part iii ⋆ part v ⋆ part vi ⋆ more parts to be released

- synopsis: You had wanted to forget about the fire. Forget all of it. But then you were presented with a file on your life, given to you by a kid who knows all too well its contents. Looks like you were intertwined in something much bigger than you had ever expected all along, and you're only going to get intertwined even more.

- notes: so sorry this update took a while! i'm in my last few weeks of my university semester, and i'm busy with final essays. i'll try and get the next update out sometime next week but it could take a bit longer. however, I'll be back to a better and faster posting schedule in april. anyways this chapter is pretty five interaction heavy instead of Klaus, but i had to cut this one in half as it was getting too long, so they'll be more in the next part!! heavy trigger warning for mentions of abuse and fire.

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“That was a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

Letting out a loud scream at Five’s sudden appearance in front of you, surrounded in that ethereal blue haze, you decided he was the one being a dramatic little shit head. Even more so when he quickly went up on his toes and slapped his hand over your mouth to smother your voice before you could keep screaming and swear at him. You quickly jerked away, still reeling from the comment about the fire he had made only seconds before inside the apartment.

“Back the hell off or I’ll punt you down the hallway,” you threatened, flattening yourself against the wall beside the door, heart erratically pounding as you tried to calm your anxiety and the aggression fighting its way up.

“Calm down and just hear what I have to say.”

Calm down? Oh, he did not just fucking tell you to calm down.

“Hey hey hey, where are you going?” Klaus suddenly burst out from the now open apartment door, eyes flashing one side to the next until they landed on you. His taller figure stepped in front of you and he reached a hand out, placing it in a soothing gesture on your arm. His face was downturned in what looked like genuine concern. It was actually kind of nice of him, up until he said soothingly, “take a breather and calm down for a sec, yeah?”

You had to resist the unbelievable urge to stomp on his foot and then kick him in the nuts.

Closing your eyes and inhaling a deep breath through your nose, you whispered in reply so quietly through gritted teeth, “back away before I rip Five’s hand off and shove it up your—”

“Everything okay out here?”

Turning your attention to the large, blonde man taking up the entire frame of the doorway, you let out your held breath and opened your eyes. Five did as well, just as Klaus dropped his hand to his side, his eyes still never leaving you.

Your heart rate and initial anger had started to simmer down a bit at the continual tug and pull of the situations you kept finding yourself in, enough so that your curiosity of everything was starting to take hold once more. But you were still reluctant to step back into that apartment. Your trust was wary, at least in the case of some of them. Right now, you only trusted Klaus. He had been a loud and obnoxious pain in the ass, but hell, he hadn’t tried to hide anything from you and had basically answered most of what you assumed he could. If anything, he had overshared. You wished you could forget the story he had told you on your walk over here. He had way too vividly description how once on impulse he had bitten into a live koi fish he saw in a pond in order to ward off a loan shark across the way coming to collect money. What was worse, it actually worked. At least until they sent another guy a half an hour later.

“Go back inside, Luther. You to Klaus,” Five directed.

Turning your attention back to the toddler in command as he spoke, you quickly shifted your gaze back towards Klaus as he inevitably went to argue, stepping towards his brother with an exasperated look on his face. You reached out to gently grab his shirt. “Just go inside.” You needed to figure out how exactly Five knew about the fire, and just how extensively the details he knew went. It wasn’t exactly information you wanted out in the open, and though you trusted the curly haired brother the most in the family to an extent, it still wasn’t enough. No matter who you had trusted in your life, it had never been enough to openly discuss what had happened.

Klaus snapped his mouth closed in an uncertain grimace, his unnaturally comforting green eyes flickering as he tried to read your suddenly emotionless expression. You released some of the tension in your shoulders and heaved a breath. “Seriously, It’s fine. But if you hear glass shattering just know I’ve thrown him out the window.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Bending to the side to look at Five who stood directly behind Klaus, you raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Come here then, preppy.”

Five crossed his arms over his chest and sighed, glancing down the hall at nowhere in particular. Clearly, his patience was running thin. Good.

Luther didn’t even bother to stick around and watch the show, unlike the unmistakably entertained Klaus. He just wordlessly turned back around into the apartment, leaving the door wide open for Klaus to follow.

“Okay, fine. Just don’t tell them all the fun bits without us, brother dear. It’ll be too priceless to miss.” Klaus settled on saying, departing back into the apartment, flashing his cheeky grin as he did.

You turned towards Five once you heard the familiar click of the closed door, grabbing his arm as you tugged him further away from the door in case there were any eavesdroppers. “You shouldn’t know about the fire. The entire story didn’t even hit the news.”

He shrugged your grip away easily. “And who do you think covered it up?” He bit back, a pressing look in his eyes.

What exactly was he implying? The little dude was kind of freaky—less of a kid than what he looked like— but he would have been the exact same age as you when it happened. Ten. As capable as he seemed now, you highly doubted he could have been able to suppress what had happened in the media. Allison possibly could have with her powers, but even then, there were so many people coming and going throughout that morning that you would have caught sight of her. The Umbrella Academy wasn’t even in the same city as you, for Christ's sake.

“Are you implying that it was covered up, or that somehow you had something to do with it?”

You could have been wrong, but a sort of half satisfied tick tugged his lips up the tiniest bit. But instead of a reply, he vanished again in a blink of an eye. You were really starting to hate his power. Letting out an aggravated huff, you twisted around slightly as if somehow you would find him dramatically down the hall, but he was back in a literal flash in under ten seconds, except this time he had a file in hand. He handed it to you, stating, “I found this in Hargreeve’s office. Read for yourself.”

And with that little cryptic introduction, you gave a speculative glance before gently taking it into your own hands, slight hesitance overtaking you as you flipped it open.

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this.

The first thing that caught your attention was a picture of you at twelve years old, miserable in an oversized black hoodie, paperclipped to a copy of one of the social service identification documents used by your old foster caseworker. Once you flipped that over, you found and skimmed through written reports, Reginald’s familiar insignia watermarked at the top. In them detailed everything; everything you knew, everything you had assumed, every plot hole in your entire story.

Reginald had known where you were this whole time. He’d kept a watchful eye on you, and you had no doubt he had similar files on all the other babies he had never been able to get his hand on. One of the reports detailed the first time your force field had popped up. You were in kindergarten and some kid had been chasing you with those barely sharp baby scissor that couldn't even cut through shitty quality construction paper. In your instinctual fear, the blue bubble surrounded you and five-year-old Jimmy bounced right off of it, tumbling two feet away, landing on his wrist and snapping the bone.

No one had seen, other than the teacher who had immediately looked terrified and sent you to the office, rushing you there herself. When she dropped you off, the counselor intervened and talked to you, and by the next day, your teacher had basically all but ignored the fact it had ever happened. The kid’s broken wrist was simply explained away as him tripping on the floor. No one would believe a five-year old’s account of what had actually happened anyway.

The councilor, as detailed by Hargreeves, was an onlooker hired by him to keep tabs on you if anything like this had ever happened and to make it go away. It seemed there had always been someone hired in your school to do just that. To watch. To report. Intervene when necessary.

Then there was the report on the fire. It described how your mom had gotten up in the middle of the night to go to your room, leaving your dad asleep in his own bed. It continued to detail how she poured gasoline from your doorway to your bed, striking a match and dropping it so the flame would trail up towards you. Police documented pictures were attached of your black and charred bedroom, all your childhood objects nothing more than undistinguishable ash. They never did find your dads body in there, but from how everything had been destroyed, you had no doubt he was simply mixed into all the rubble and debris that had once made up their entire family home which crumbled in a single, terrible night.

The police report detailed all of this as well, in addition to your mother’s capture and arrest, which he somehow managed to get a copy of for his invasive file. But it lacked the details Hargreeves inevitably figured out. How could a child survive such a destructive event? You had walked out with nothing more than a severe burn mark on your leg, while your father who tried to rescue you instead of getting out had literally been caught in the crossfire. They had interviewed you, but you kept quiet. But Reginald knew it was your force field. He wrote about how he paid off multiple people to cover this up and make it seem as if it had never happened. Not for your sake, however. It was just so you would never come across someone who wanted to use your powers against his children. Like Five, he speculated that the force field could extend far past what you had always thought. It could render all his ‘projects’ useless. And he couldn't have that.

You closed the file without looking at the other pictures and papers littered within it. You couldn’t stand to look at it anymore. It would have just detailed every other moment in your life like a statistical, emotionless biography.

“I’m sorry about your father,” Five spoke, breaking through your reeling thoughts. You tried to stop the bile rising to the back of your throat.

“Who else has seen this?” You whispered, clutching it tightly to your chest as you met his eyes.

“Just me, as far as I know.”

You nodded your head, taking a second the inhale and exhale and suppress it all as you had most of your life. You slipped the file into your bag, stating without room for argument, “I’m keeping this.”

He tilted his head in affirmation, replying, “I expected as much.” Quiet again, you took just a bit longer to try and collect your emotions, turning your face away to look anywhere except the kid who knew more about you than anyone else. It was unnerving. Even more so as he actually seemed at least a bit sincere when he continued with, “I am sorry. But what we need you for, it’s more than this. More than all of us. I had to look at every single option wherever I could, and right now, you’re that option.”

You could take some solace in that. Five, you had come to figure out, was all business. He had a scientific mind, looking at everything as steps to get to a singular goal. He wouldn’t do anything malicious or invasive for fun. Well, at least he wouldn’t unless it got him to whatever goal he had in mind.

“You keep this to yourself, and I’ll listen to whatever plan you have in mind.”

Maybe you would regret it, maybe you wouldn’t. But the Hargreeve’s were clearly desperate for something—for help. You could respect that.

“I also won’t toss you out the window no matter what it is.”

That got a smile out of the little bugger, and an affirmative agreement of, “deal.”

Pushing yourself slightly from where you had withdrawn against the wall, you started to make your way back to the apartment, Five keeping stride beside you. Just as you were about to open the door, he asked, “so, are you going to tell me why you brought a clock with you as a weapon?”

“Nope.”

Five laughed. The bastard actually laughed at something you said. A small, breathy one that really was only a quiet huff presented with a smile, but it was a laugh nonetheless. “Alright then.”

Well, maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

Then you walked into the living area and immediately realized that it was actually going to be far worse than just ‘bad’.

“Are you wearing a G-string?”

Holding his pants in his hand, with what looked like coffee or tea dripping from them and on to the plush white carpet, Klaus turned towards you from where he had previously been glaring at an equally as annoyed looking Luther, a sly smile morphing his face instead. Slightly popping his hip coquettishly, he replied in a faux sultry tone, “why yes, I am. You like?

You shrugged, dropping your bag into the couch, already becoming desensitized to his odd and unexplainable behaviors. “Honestly, I’m just happy to know you wear anything under those pants at all.”

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casscutting · 5 years ago

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Cass’s Cover Do Over: Round One

Welcome to Cass's Cover Do Over, the new monthly series where I take books who’s covers I feel could better represent the story and give them a fitting makeover. Originally I wanted to call this series Extreme Makeover: Book Cover Edition, HOWEVER, Disney owns the trademark rights to “Extreme Makeover” and I REALLY don’t want to get sued by Disney.

Now before I get into the meat of today’s post I want to give a disclaimer. I am in no way shape or form mocking or making fun of any cover designers and or authors who put their own time into making the original covers. If the authors do happen to see these posts and like what I have done I will give them the high quality images free of charge. This series is to help authors both established and aspiring better understand the do's and don’ts of Cover Design from the perspective of an aspiring author and established graphic designer.

Let’s start at the beginning WHY should you hire a designer to design your cover? Whether we admit it or not the first thing that draws your eye to a book, be it online or in a store, is the cover. I, like many others, have bought or borrowed a book because I liked the cover. I also, like many others, have kept a book because of the cover to spite the contents of the book.

The book cover is your first line of attack when trying to obtain a new reader. If the cover is eye-catching it brings that person one step closer to picking up your book. A cover should envoke the overall feeling or theme of your book and a designer will (SHOULD) be able to do that.

I see so many authors, I’m speaking about the Indie Authors though there are some questionable covers that have come from the traditional world, however, traditional authors have a minuscule amount of design input if any at all. Indie Authors are the sole decision makers when it comes to their books.

An author has put in months if not years to writing this book then if they go about things the RIGHT way they put in hundreds if not thousands of dollars (insert applicable currency here lol) into editing and formatting. Then comes time to hit the publish button and send your book baby out into the world but wait you need a book cover.

I’ve seen authors talk about this on their blogs or their youtube channels they’ve put little to no thought into the book’s cover with their first book or first few books. I’ve seen people say they just grabbed a Royalty Free Stock Photo or used Kindle Drect’s or LuLu’s cover editor to make their covers. Or even worse I’ve seen authors say they just googled pictures and find one they like and slap it up there vualá they’re done.

I am going to say this loud DON’T USE PICTURES FROM GOOGLE AS YOUR BOOK COVERS!

A: those pictures could be too small making your book cover blurry and bad. Most importantly B: You don’t know the legal ownership of that photo. Best case scenario you, by some miraculous chance, get a Royalty Free Stock Photo but most likely you will choose someone else's design or photograph and that person will be entitled to sue your ass off.

When I was still in school for graphic design we were given articles to read, wish I still had them, where authors were sued because they used someone else’s photo. Not only did that author need to pay out a percentage of back earnings the rightful owner of that photo was entitled to a percentage of that author’s royalties for the lifetime of that book or until such time as the author changed the cover image.

So I reiterate DON’T USE A RANDOM GOOGLE PICTURE.

Now on to the Cover Do Over’s

I want to note that I have NOT read these books the designs I came up with are based on a few criteria. 1: Title, 2: synopsis, 3: Genre and Age Groupe, and if I needed more to go off of 4: Reviews

White Rabbit by John Stanley

Synopsis:

All his life Gabriel has struggled with childhood memories. Or better said; the absence of them. Now a young man and married to the beautiful Alaina, the memories begin to surface in wild and terrifying nightmares. Tormented by the dark images of a faceless man, he discovers an inner strength found only in the delicate fibers that connect what is real and what is not.

A thousand miles away Professor O'Bannon, Homicide Detective with the Los Angeles Police Department, is hunting a sadistic and cunning killer who preys on the city's most innocent. He too, tormented by a faceless man who displays his victims with devastating affect. Soon fate intervenes, and worlds of the Professor and Gabriel collide in a jarring, mind-bending thrill ride that will change both their lives forever.

I believe I saw where the author/designer was going with this cover but I feel it came across more cartoonish which made it feel less thriller to me.

So I created a stylized rabbit head on a dark cracked textured background with a deliberate light source and jittered text to envoke the ominous and unsettling feeling that John Stanley alluded too with their synopsis.

The Culling by Anthony Hulse

Synopsis:

A series of child abductions are linked to Jules Devlin’s touring circus. A team of CID detectives are deployed and attempt to unravel the mystery. The performers, including a clown, a lion-tamer, a fire-eater, a dwarf, and conjoined twins harbour a terrifying secret. Jimmy Crawford, an ex-CID detective turned private investigator is hired by the parents of a teenage girl, who believe her disappearance is linked to the circus. Crawford is aided in his task by a child psychologist and a priest. Through a handicapped boy, they discover that the circus is not what it seems. DS Jenny Stiles, believing Devlin is the head of a paedophile ring, soon discovers something more sinister. Could the evil carnival be responsible for the burning of churches and their priests? The Culling is a supernatural thriller set in Whitby and Dartmoor. From Edinburgh, Cleveland and Lourdes in France, strange and unexplainable episodes occur, which leads Jenny to believe that Devlin is indeed evil.

In my eyes they only thing that tells me this book is a Mystery/Thriller is the foggy road and no I did not use a low-quality image here every image of this book I’ve found has the same low-quality image. From Google to Amazon to Goodreads it’s the same.

Aside from the SLIGHT reference to the Mystery/Thriller, I would have no idea what this book was about without reading the synopsis and there is nothing about this cover that made me as a reader want to learn more about it.

So after reading the synopsis, I saw the Mystery/Thriller aspect of this story revolves around a creepy traveling circus and missing children but like I said I didn’t get that from the original cover. So I created the circus tent and found several royalty-free stock images that would work as a background when stitched together.

I chose to go with a more circus-themed font that I created for this project to tie in the title and author name to the theme because the juxtaposition between the creepy circus background and any flat color for the typeface would have thrown off the whole feeling.

Now I have almost 20 variants of each design and the ones I’ve chosen I feel best to represent the themes as stated in the synopsis. And so you know for when you’re choosing a cover designer they, after the consultation, will go and design, depending on the designer, 3-5 or 3-7 different designs with a handful of variants for each design. I personally offer in the 3-5 design range. What I mean by variant is the designer will move around the typeface or other elements of the design and or give you different typefaces as options as well to give you more to choose from.

Also of note and again every designer is different, but every designer will offer a set amount of Revisions where they will change something you, the client, have changed your mind on. This is usually anywhere from 1 - 5 revisions before charging extra with most I’ve seen offering 3, I personally offer 5. There are also Fixes if there is something the designer fucked up they SHOULD redo it and it SHOULDN’T count towards any of the revisions. During the consultation, a designer worth their weight will take extensive and detailed notes on what you want in order to prevent having to make to many fixes or to prevent a shady client from getting more revisions than they deserve.

How do you get your designs? Throughout the process, the designer is sending you a lower quality watermarked image so they can show you the design and get your feedback. Once the designs are done and payments are paid IN FULL the designer will send you the full HD images and they are yours to do with as you see fit, unless otherwise stated.

Now let's talk about price, again here is where every designer differs but I have seen designers offer flat rate payments and usually, that is paid upfront before the designer starts working. There is a second version of a flat rate payment where there is one flat rate but you pay 50% upfront and the other 50% when the designs are signed off on which is the payment method I use. There are hourly billed payments, where you as the client are to pay for a set number of hours upfront and the rest of the payment is to be paid in full before you’re given the final product.

I’ve wanted to do this for a while now and I am glad I finally did it. One of my goals this year is to start designing book covers and I thought this would be a fun way to get my name out there.

Question of the day: Do you sometimes buy a book just because you liked the cover?

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