#I'm trying to get my pallets to start looking like they fit together well

[thesharktist]

Crawling out of the grave to drop this here and maybe dip for a while again...

College is such an experience

[mara-xx217]

I'M ALIIIIVEEEE! And ready to ask for the good stuff.

Now, imagine survivor reader x Nemesis (I have been craving the stars big boy, and gender neutral if possible), he localize reader because a zombie was following them, hatch is open and reader try to "befriend" Nemesis, but they want something more than just their item.

aka TENTACLES, manhadling and if it can be reader getting fucked over a pallet *chef kiss*

More Nemmy YAY!!!~

Warnings: Gn!Reader, Slight Dubcon, Tentacles, Pants Ripping, Little Prep But It's Only Because He's Excited, Monster Dick, F U C K I N G, Massive Load

It's been an average match for you. Poor Jill and Chris got absolutely wrecked by Nemesis, but that was to be expected. You did try to help them out, but they just rebuffed your and Meg's help, knowing full well it was totally pointless. Meg tried anyways, and got clocked in the process, hooked in the basement with Jill and Chris, and all three of them got sacrificed together. Damn- Well, they did warn her not to...

A zombie had started to follow you as you were looking for hatch. This asshole- It was only a matter of time before Nemesis found you, and of course he did while you were in the main hall, slamming a pallet down on the zombie's knees in order to get him to stop following you around.

Oh shit...

"Heeey, big guy! Woah-! Wait! Look!" As he took three stomps in your direction, you dropped your tool box in between the two of you. The pallet was behind you, fitted in between the reception desk and some crates that none of you could open, for whatever reason. Nemesis looked at you, or you think he was. His face didn't emote and you couldn't even make out his eyes. Was he considering it? He closed the distance in between the two of you, which made your heart leap up into your throat, but his steps almost seemed lighter in a way and less like he was about to stomp your shit in.

"Uh- Wow, I keep forgetting how big you are. Hehe- So, are we good? Do you- Uh- want the p-pallet...?" Your voice trembled slightly as he towered over you, cocking his head to the side slowly as his hand twitched. If you're gonna down me, please don't punch me in the face... You screwed your eyes shut, squeaking as he raised his hand, but to your surprise-

"U-UUUGH-?! What the-?!"

You laughed nervously as Nemesis's tentacle slid against your cheek, as though it were a tongue tasting you. It was slimy and hot, but it didn't hurt at all, not like how it did whenever he'd whip you or the other's with it. It felt... W-Well... You squirmed and squawked as it slithered under the collar of your shirt, flicking around your shoulder and inching its way down your collar bone and your sternum.

"W-Woah-! WOAH-! W-What are- Hahahaha- What are y-you doing there...? E-EUUUEEEGH-!?~ HURK-!"

Saliva caught in your throat as Nemesis grabbed you by the top of your head like you were some kind of ball, with little to no weight behind you whatsoever. You could barely hear yourself under the pounding of your heart under his massive, broad fingertips, your pulse bouncing off your skull and almost producing an echo in your head, which would make sense as only some kind of dumbass with no brain would have allowed themselves to get into this situation in the first place.

"W-WARRGH-! C-C'mon, man! D-Don't with the- the hands-! ARE YOU GONNA CRUSH MY SKULL?! J-JUST CHILL-!!!" You yelped as you were roughly manhandled. Was he getting pissed? Maybe frustrated was a better way to describe it. You could hear Nemesis growling and grumbling under his breath, snarling as he wrestled you around. The tentacle was squirming underneath your clothing, making you ticklish and feel- Oh GOD why does it feel kind of good?! You began to hyperventilate, breaking out into hysterical squeals of laughter as the seat of your pants was grabbed and pulled on, hard.

RIIIIIIP!!!

W-What the FUCK was even happening?!

The wind was knocked out of you as you were slammed gut down onto the pallet. You couldn't believe that it held your dead weight, always noticing how flimsy they felt whenever you slammed them down in the middle of a chase. Nemesis's tentacle slid down your torso, meeting some resistance as it pressed against your tightly squeezed thighs.

"H-HA-! AHHH-?!~ W-WHAT THE- DON'T-! E-EEEUUUGHH-?!~"

An undignified, ugly sound escaped the back of your throat. It felt like a damn scale-less snake trying to burrow itself in between your legs! You flailed and dug your palms into the pallet's rough wooden edges, kicking your legs out in an attempt to squeeze out of Nemesis's tight grip around your waist and head.

Oh no- You aren't going anywhere, that's for certain. And it was only a matter of time before that tentacle of his slipped in between the valley of your thighs and attacked you in the most sensitive, personal places possible. Why is he even doing this?! Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to fight it off. It was ticklish and felt so damn wrong, yet you couldn't deny the heat that was blooming in your lower abdomen as your pants were ripped further and the slipper appendage managed to find purchase between your legs.

"O-OUUUUGH-!!! FUCK-!~"

It had absolutely no right to feel that damn good dragging against you. The tentacle squirmed, eventually thrusting back and forth against your sex as its tip prodded around for your entrance. Blood was diverted from your brain to your crotch, making your already confused and flustered brain even more addled. You couldn't stop shameless moans from leaving your mouth, so loud that they bounced off the main hall's walls and echoed in your ears. Your face twisted into horrified delight as your hole was tickled by Nemesis's thick tendril.

Oh no-

No, no-

M-May-be...

"G-GUUU- HUUUUH-!!!~ Y-YAAAAHH-!!!~"

Your body bent like an accordion as Nemesis's tentacle plunged inside of you. O-OWWW!!! FUCK-! IT HURTS-!!! ...but it didn't stop you from keening as your toes curled in delight. You were slipping up and down the slanted pallet, body shifting forwards from the force of the tendril fucking your body. N-No-! No! It's too big! You're gonna fucking break-! You shook your head and cried out, groaning deeply as your back arched and hips bucked against his tentacle. Your vision went blurry and your eyes rolled back into your head while your body trembled and shook violently.

"H-HNNNGH-!!!~ C-CUMMING-!!!~ W-WHA-?! NOOO-! WHY'DYA-?!" Just as your high crashed over you, Nemesis pulled his tendril out of your body, though not completely away from you. The thick, mucous-like substance that coated the appendage kept it practically glued to your body, which both disgusted you and made you shudder in delight. The disappointment you felt suddenly tightened into aroused terror as something immensely thick and hot prodded your leaking hole.

Oh FUCK-

"-on't fit- F-FUUUUCK-!!!~ I-I-It won't f-fuuuucking F-FIIIIT!!!~" You cried between gasps. Your orgasm seemed to increase in intensity the more Nemesis pressed into you. You couldn't see it, but his dick was somehow even more monstrous than the rest of his body.

It was almost as thick as your wrist and nearly as long as your forearm, with a spiny ridge that ran along the top of his length that started right where his glans met his shaft. Thick veins bulged under the thin skin of his cock, throbbing as you tried to squirm away from him before he totally destroyed your insides.

"H-HUU-!!! PLEASE! W-WON'T-!!! FUCK, B-BE GENTLE-!!!"

Something definitely broke when you were suddenly pulled down onto his cock. Nemesis was met with significant resistance when trying to push into you. Your body wasn't an unyielding obstacle though, buckling and tearing at the seams as enough pressure and force was applied against you.

You did scream, or you at least think you did. The sound of Nemesis grunting and snarling in combination with the pallet violently slamming against the desk and crates managed to drown out your rising voice.

FUCK-! HE WAS TEARING YOU APART-!!!"

You wanted to beg for him to slow down but you couldn't get anything out that wasn't a scream or a gasp for air. There wasn't any part of you that was ready to take on such a massive dick, but the fact you hadn't passed out yet was almost impressive. ...or it would have been if you were able to think about anything other than the cock that was leaving a clearly defined bulge in your lower abdomen every time Nemesis pounded into you. You couldn't even see it, but you didn't need to in order to know that the bioweapon was going to mold your insides to the shape of his dick by the time he was through with you...

God... How were you even alive still? Your brain and insides were mush from the force that Nemesis put behind his thrusts. Orgasm after orgasm was forced out of your body, in spite of the fact that you felt as much pain as you did pleasure. The bioweapon leaned over you, almost crushing you with his weight as he rocked into your body. Every bit of air in your lungs was squeezed out of you, and you could only gasp and flounder like a fish out of water as his movements became erratic and his cock began to swell and throb.

"H-HUUU-!!! GUUUUHHH!!!~ C-CAAAAA-!!! M-MMPFFFHH-!!!~"

You gritted your teeth, saliva pooling out of the corner of your mouth as you felt something begin to squirm inside of you. W-What the FUCK-?!

Tentacles must have sprouted out of Nemesis's dick, tickling your inner walls and pushing you even wider, coaxing yet another orgasm out of you as a sudden flood of molten hot cum pumped you full.

You squeal, kicking your legs out as Nemesis pushes your head down. He's had a tight grip on you this entire time, but surprisingly it didn't exactly hurt. He growled and groaned into the back of your head, his hips jerking at irregular intervals as he continued to cum.

Fuck- H-He's not stopping...!

You were so bloated with cum that you couldn't even move, let alone get up off the pallet and look for the hatch. What was he going to do? Hook you? You honestly didn't care what he did at this point. Your brain was fried and you could only groan softly as you were picked up and stuffed under his arm like some kind of football.

"G-Guuuhhh... H-Huh-? W-Wha-?"

Falling feet first through the hatch genuinely shocked you, but what shocked you more was that you found yourself back at the survivor's camp with your clothes intact and no cum inflated belly to speak of. It was incredibly awkward for you to make eye contact with Jill, Chris and Meg, but they and everyone else were none the wiser to the shenanigans that you got up to alone in R.P.D..

At least... you hope that's the case...

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

[maddascanbe-blog]

(I've been out of a drawing mood recently, so you get never before seen sketches, whoo!)

"Yeah I've watched My Hero Academia. Do I like it? Um- Well I have seen it..."

I started watching Miraculous Ladybug because I heard it was kinda bad but at least interesting bad. I watched MHA because people told me it was good, and I feel a little lied to...

I didn't make it to season 4 for MHA, and people tell me I jumped off at a bad time, that I need to push through to the good stuff. But if the good stuff is blocked behind more than 4 episodes I'm giving up. MHA's was blocked behind like 12. (Based on what I've been told is happening in the manga, I made a good choice...)

Don't get me wrong, the concept is interesting, most of the extended cast is wonderful, I like most of the character and costume designs, and the animation is absolutely beautiful at times but BOY did I struggle with this shows pacing and some of its cast. I mostly held onto the show for the So Bad It's Good factor, similar to why I've watched every episode of MLB despite disliking a good third or the episodes.

Naturally I had to shove these two shows together at least twice. Anyone who reads my Ao3 regularly will know I started Beetles, Bees, and Butterflies, but these two were actually from my first concept of a crossover. Where Izuku has both the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculous and uses the Cat to be vigilante and the Ladybug to be a hero student. He justifies this with, it's not illegal quirk usage if it's magic.

In the story plan he uses the Cat first, so I tried to pull more heavily from his different hero outfits early on (plus his scarf from later), as well as a few of All Mights costumes since I figured those would be rattling around in his head at the time.

For the Ladybug design, I figured he'd intentionally try and differentiate himself from Bakeneko, and because he's a bit more confident and feels more put together the suit reflects that. I still brought in a few references to his later hero outfits with the stripes on his arms, the placement of his armor pads, the face mask, and his shoes (which I hate, but they fit), etc. I added bright blue to the pallet because it looks nice, and his hair is still green, I just didn't color it here. Finally, Tento's face makeup, which I just thought was fun. He has black around his eyes and white freckles.

[calenthee]

Really sorry if you have gotten this ask a million times, but i'm a nee follower. Your coloring style is pretty much exactly what i aspire to. Do you happen to have any tutorials or anything that you've posted of yourself or used to learn from?

It’s okay! I haven’t been asked too many times! Even if I had, I’d still answer!

the lame response is, practice and trail and error. I’ve been drawing for many many years, and was in school for also many years, so it’s kind of congealed in my brain into one mass.

This got longer than I expected, so more under the cut

a slightly better response is; I’ve always struggled with unifying my colors. One thing I was taught was using layer effects is bad, and can make the art look bad. I use both photoshop and clip studio paint, though I know a lot of drawing programs have similar functions.

layer effects are a lot like salt. If you do too much, someone might like it! But it can really put a damper on piece, and the reverse is true, only having a little might not make a difference at all.

Because I struggle with unifying colors, a real traditional painting way is to either have a very opaque wash, or even mixing the main color of the piece into some of the other colors.

I’m an OKAY traditional artist. I still struggle with color, which is why all my work is digital. I have better practice, and I’m just better at it.

so with the power of photoshop, I “cheat” a little bit. I could try to hand mix the colors digitally, but photoshop sucks for that and, well, I’m lazy. Work smarter, not harder.

My party trick? I add a light pink layer over a lot of my work, set it to overlay and lower the opacity on that layer so it’s not as strong.

for example, the drawings on the left, the colors are fine, they could just ~pop- a little more. I throw on the overlay layer, move it to 46% and, viola! Colors are more unified and it’s got a distinct look to it.

I’ve been doing this for a few years now, and usually what ends up happening is, sometimes I’ll just merge the overlayed layer and just start color picking from those merged colors.

those genshin chibi’s I did are just color picked from their character models, and maybe lightened slightly so it’s not too dark, but really not much changing. So putting the overlay really gets everything together.

Another layer option I tend to use is Exclusion, and usually a lighter brown with the layer opacity set to like, 15 or 20%. It helps a) unify everything, and b) helps tone down some of the brighter colors, to make it a bit more muted so it fits with the art nouveau style I like to draw in.

and again, just lots of color picking from the merged images to help keep everything together.

this turned out longer than expected! TLDR experiment! Try limiting your color pallets! Use layer effects, it’s okay if you don’t know what they do, I honestly don’t quite know myself ( I can give it a good guess, but, eh lol )

also avoid using true black if you can! When doing shades, darks get more rich, while lights get more washed out ( this is how I use colors, the cool thing about art, is you can do whatever! )

When I’m doing “blacks” in my piece, usually use a blue, or a red or purple, cuz it’s more vibrant and there are lots of tones of black. Ever try wearing a full black outfit with different clothes from different stores? They’re all different. So I always try to mix up the blacks and also try to keep the same color of black separate. That way stuff doesn’t start to blend.

And uhhhhh yeah! That’s more or less how I go about coloring. Sometimes you just gotta color pick from a neat photo and use those colors! See a cool rock? Color pick that bitch. Reference is king!

[jasmines-library]

Standing Still ~ Chapter I: Bounty Hunters and Assassins

Summary: Alongside your former master you are given a special assignment that leads you to the crime-riddled streets of coruscant in search of an infamous bounty hunter. As well as trying to keep the mission a secret, you struggle with visions sent to you by the force.

Warnings: Mentions of killing/death, bad grammar, not really proof read (I’m just trialling this tbh)

Note: the plot for this chapter was taken from the book Dark Disciple. It has been re-written with my own additions to fit my plans for the future.

Word count: 1.9k (short but sweet)

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Red. Hot, scolding, bright red plasma swarmed your vision. The hit of your saber felt foreign in your hands, despite it being a part of your life for many years. You felt sick. Your head was clouded by your pain and hatred. There was something about the way the green of your lightsaber faded that made you feel conflicted, you knew what you were doing was wrong yet you couldn’t stop yourself… It was almost addictive. As your blade flickered, now consumed by its new pallet, something inside you seemed to click and for the first time in a while you felt like you belonged. You would no longer be alone. You would no longer have to suffer. You would no longer have to feel abandoned. All you had to do was make sure Anakin didn’t get in your way.

***

You jolted awake. Beads of sweat ran down your face, plastering your hair to your skin. You ran a hand through your hair and let out a shaky breath, your heart pounded in your chest. Another vision. They had been getting stronger over the last few weeks, for whatever will of the force, you were being warned of a great evil. At first, they were small, little snippets from battles or training but then they started getting longer, clearer. You saw yourself. When they first began you confronted Master Yoda who told you that visions were not set in stone and they can always be changed. For a while you believed him, your strong connection with the force comforted you, however when you started seeing yourself and the visions started to seem as though you were reliving memories you began to grow increasingly wary. Standing on unsteady legs, you pulled yourself out of your thoughts and prepared to make your way to the cantina. Although the Jedi temple was not your birthplace, you grew up here. You knew the winding corridors and entrance halls like the back of your hands. On the walk to the cantina you felt as though everyone was watching you, there was dead silence in the halls of the temple, an odd contrast to its usual demeanour, it didn’t help the feeling of prying eyes that you couldn’t shake.

***

You sat next to Anakin, pushing the food around your plate. He quirked his brow at you.

“Not hungry,” you muttered, not looking up from your plate. Anakin slid closer to you and you lifted your head to look at him. You had been friends ever since he joined your classes as a padawan. You were close, despite your former masters’ constant disagreements. You both passed your trials together and now you both served as generals under the republic. It was rare for both of you to be at the temple at the same time.

“Come on,” he pressed, “Spill. I know something’s not right,”

“You’re relentless, you know that?” Anakin smirks as you continue, “I’m fine Ani, I promise. I'm just not looking forward to our meeting with the council later. You know how they can be,” It wasn’t entirely a lie.

He rolls his eyes, “believe me, I know.”

You stifled back a laugh as he began to ramble on about Obi-Wan and Ahsoka. Sometimes, you wondered how he even managed to get a padawan, he wasn’t particularly favourable with the council with his reputation for bending the rules. A gentle hand placed itself upon your shoulder followed by a call of your name, you turned and were greeted with the familiar face of your former master. Like you he was strong with the force. You shared the ability to acquire information about people or events associated with an object by solely touching it. It proved very useful during the war.

“Master Vos,” You greeted, turning to face the Kiffar.

“Y/N” he nodded in response, “i’ve come to collect you for our meeting with the council,”

“Of course, Master” you stood, waving goodbye to your friend before you followed him to the council chamber, backtracking through the hallways.

***

It was intimidating in the council chamber. It always has been. The room was made to show order and status, it wasn’t built for comfort. You had no clue how the council spent so long there. You stood in the centre of the room, surrounded by the council members who were seated on plush looking chairs.

“Masters,” you bowed you head in respect.

“Y/N,” Kenobi greeted you. He turned sour as he looked at the man next to you, “Vos,”

To your surprise he didn’t respond in his usual childlike manner. He nodded curtly. This too surprised Obi-Wan.

“Masters, what brings us here today?” He asked.

“We have located Count Dooku. He has begun a genocial attack on Mahranee,” Mace Windu started. He pondered for a while over how best to tell you both. He sighed, “There is no simple way to put this. Master Y/N, Master Vos — the council wishes for you to assassinate Dooku,”

Your face dropped at the unexpected news. Master Yoda watched you closely.

“ We have decided to prevent further loss of life. assassinating him is the best option.” Windu explained further, “your abilities with the force have deemed you both fit for the task,”

For a while you both just stared at Windu, wide eyed and confused. The room was caged by silence for a moment before Vos spoke up.

“I- I think I understand… but how do you propose we do this…?”

“Get close to him, you will” Master Yoda stated as if it was obvious.

“What? both of us? Close enough to kill him?”

“With all due respect masters, how are we supposed to manage that? Even with the two of us we can’t just fly there, land, walk in and hope they’re not suspicious of us,” you said.

“You have both served the republic well I other undercover missions, and your impressive abilities in tracking will prove very useful,” Mace Windu replied.

“Sure, we’ve fought armies before but assassinating a Sith? That’s more than a two man job. We need someone who’s fought with him before. Someone who knows his weaknesses,”

“A good point, Quinlan Vos has,” Yoda spoke, “Someone who has fought dooku, they will need,”

“Master Kenobi could go with them,” chimed Ki Adi Mundi. A blue hologram replaced his physical form on his chair.

“No,” Kenobi shook his head, “another Jedi will draw more attention and our plan will be for nothing. Besides, Anakin and I have already tried and failed,”

“There is another who had tried and failed,” the eldest Jedi spoke up.

It was Obi-Wan who looked shocked this, “you can’t possibly mean Ventress?!”

“Ventress?” You echoed

“You mean Dooku’s apprentice Ventress? The same Ventress who’s been a thorn in our side for years?”

Yoda simply nodded.

“Are we hearing this right? The Jedi council want us to work with a Sith?!” You asked.

“Failed Sith,” Kenobi corrected.

“Same difference,”

Obi-Wan shot Quinlan a warning look before continuing “I wouldn’t call her trustworthy but she fits our description,”

As much as it pained you to do so, you agreeed.

“Failed is an interesting choice of words, Kenobi. Ventress has repeatedly tried to kill Dooku and had failed many times,” Windu said to his younger council member.

“She acted alone before,”

“Bold of you to assume she’ll even help up,”

“Our enemy the same man is,” Yoda interrupted, his voices echoed throughout the chamber, “aid is she will, but the Jedi she must not know we are,”

Quinlan turned to you. After many years under his wing the two of you had formed a bond, you could almost tell each other exactly what you were thinking though a look.

“Okay,” you said, “we accept you assignment,”

There was an energetic shift in the room as many of the Masters faces lit up.

“Find Ventress, you must,”

“Yes Master,” Vos said.

“May the force be with you,”.

***

Coruscant was a busy place. Some people said it was the busiest planet in the galaxy. They weren’t wrong, which is why it was extremely hard to navigate. There were thousands of entwining levels stemming from the planet's core, each one riddled with crime. It was an almost implausible place to live, however the narrow, over crowded streets had their perks. They made it incredibly easy to slip in and out unnoticed. Which was perfect for you.Weaving in and out of the courucant's underworld maze, Quinlan led the way through the corrupted streets of level 1313, which was fittingly named so because it was one thousand, three hundred and thirteen levels away from coruscant’s centre. Your hoods were hung low over your faces, and your sabers were tucked underneath your cloaks in order to keep a low profile. He came to a pause just short from the door of a bar, lit up with neon signs to allow you to catch up to him.

He tilted his head towards you before speaking in hushed tones, “Don’t draw attention to yourself, I’m gonna head to the back, see what I can figure out. If you find anything,” He reaches up to his ear where you both have comlinks hidden, “you know what to do,”

You nodded and headed into the bar, making a bee-line for the bartender while Vos made his was towards a gruff looking Trandoshan. You ordered yourself a drink and sat down on one of the sticky stools, then tried to tune yourself into one of the many conversations happening around the room only to have your train of thought broken by a voice.

“You’re not from around here are you?” The voice belonged to a boy no older than thirteen or fourteen. He was sat on a stool to your right. Studying his face you swore you recognised it from somewhere. It took you a moment before it hit you. He was a clone, but not just any clone. Boba Fett. You reached up to pull your hood down, pressing the comlink in your ear as you did so.

“What makes you think that?” you asked, your voice monotone as you tried to conceal your identity without the protection of your hood.

“You're with the man who walked in after you, aren’t you?” He ignored your question and moved closer to you, pressing you for more information, “You’re looking for someone,”

“I’m looking for a Bounty Hunter. One you might be quite familiar with. Asajj ventress?” you raised your brows as Boba leaned on the counter, crossing his arms smugly.

“I might know her,”

Little shit. You pulled out a bag of credits and tossed them to the boy.

“She’s on Pantora,” he began, counting his newly ‘earned’ credits, “She’s hunting a Volapi called Moregi for the Rang Clan, I suggest if you wish to catch her you leave soon,” He paused and leaned closer to you, whispering into the ear that you comlink was in, “Did he get all that too, or should I repeat it?”

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[fancycakedragon]

The Move

Gavin Leatherwood x Youtuber!Reader

[Not my gif.]

Source: @limeland

Warning(s): none

A/N: This is for a request that was made.

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Dating Gavin had been the highlight of your almost two years, right after getting to do fun videos on youtube. In his core he was caring, he was also funny, understanding, and so many more things you'd never have time to finish listing. He really did fill in the gaps you had, and vice versa. The two of you wouldn't consider yourselves a match made in heaven, yet you somehow molded with eachother in a way that fit perfectly. 

Your youtube followers loved your dynamic as well. They enjoyed watching videos that featured Gavin were supportive of your relationship. After months of visiting eachother and staying at the other's places you decided it was just best to move in together. Gavin gave you the idea of making a house tour video and it sounded fun letting the viewers be a part of this change in your life. After months if looking for the right place you finally moved. You and Gavin took your things and his from both apartments into the new condo. With the boxes in their perspective rooms and some things unpacked you decided to film your video. 

"Hey guys, so you have been asking when I'll post my next video and I wanna let you know it'll be real soon. I've been pretty busy lately. Gavin and I moved in together and I am about to take you on a tour."

You turned the camera and started at the entrance. 

"So this is where we start. Got a lil' coat closet of to the right here. And then we walk into the living room." You pointed your camera towards the said area and found Gavin by the window. 

"As you know this is baby, my Gavin. He wants to look cool for you guys."

Gavin chuckled and waved, "What's up guys, it's baby, (Y/N)'s Gavin." 

"Look at you trying to be a pretty boy."

"Am I the prettiest boy?" Gavin asked cocking his head to the side.

You shook your head smiling, "No, but keep on dreaming." 

"That's it," Gavin took your camera from you, "I'm the captain now." He walked around the living room. "This is where I'm gonna beat Ross at monopoly on game night."

"Oh my god Gavin get over it," you said laughing. It wasn't a secret that Gavin could get competitive but there were times he wouldn't let go of a loss. You turned the camera in his hands to the direction of the kitchen. 

"This is our kitchen, where Gavin and I will cook and be all domestic." 

"Excuse you, what do you mean we?" Gavin asked annoyance lacing his voice.

You rolled your eyes, "This is the kitchen where Gavin will do all the cooking."

"That's right no misinformation in this video!" 

You shook your head and grabbed Gavin's hand going around the condo.

"We actually have the necesseties already unpacked and set up," Gavin said as he pointed the camera around. 

You nodded in agreement, "We got the bedroom, kitchen, and bathrooms set up. Speaking of necesseties." You danced in excitment before opening a door in the hall. "Check out my office slash studio I guess!" 

You ran in with Gavin following. He sat down on the swivel chair and spun in it showing the entire room, "Gonna be honest we set this room up first."

You beamed at the camera, "And I love it. In my old apartment I didn't have an extra room so all of this was off in the side of the living room." 

"Now I have to go into a seperate room to pull (Y/N) away from her computer,"  Gavin jested.

You playfully glared at him, "Let's keep going." You took the camera from Gavin and trailed after him.  

He chatted pointing out random features of the interior he liked. The two of you kept going until you reached the bedroom. "And this is where all that good good sleeping happens." 

"Some marathoning can also be done here. So there will be days where we don't sleep much," you said turning the camera towards your TV. Your voice lowered a bit as you continued speaking, "Which is good cause, Gavin has a big hairy-" 

"(Y/N)!" Gavin called his voice rising an octave from panic.

"Big Harry Potter collection, that's what I was gonna say," you exclaimed trying to explain yourself.

Gavin dramatically fell onto your bed trying to hide his smile in the thick comforter, "Watch it."

You held in your laugh while walking into the master bathroom, "Honestly, this bathroom is why I wanted the place, check this out." You sat in the bathtub and leaned back comfortably. "It's big enough that my chest and knees would both be under the water. I'm not one for baths but," you moved your face in closer to the camera beofre whispering, "Gavin has some really good face masks and scrubs I might have to try some."

"You don't have to whisper that, (Y/N), I already knew," Gavin said coming into the bathroom. You made room for him in the tub as he climbed in behind you. Once you leaned back against his chest the two of you talked about ideas on decorating. Soon the spacious tub was beginning to feel a bit tight. Gavin looked out the small bathroom window before speaking, "Why don't we show the viewrs why we really got this place."

You gave knowing smile, "Of course."

You and Gavin made your way out of the en suite and back into the bedroom. You moved towards the balcony and zoomed the camera lense just right. 

From where you stood your overlooked the city and your veiw fell onto the horizon. The sun had begun setting and the colors being emitted were incredible. It was a blended mix of pink, peach, orange, purple, and that still blue sky. The scattered clouds reflected those same colors as well only adding to the exquisite color pallete painting the sky. 

Gavin sighed wrapping his arms around you. Your head dropped against his shoulder turning to give his jaw a soft peck. Moments like these were worth all the odd hours trying to see eachother online. Especially when he was on his promotional tours. Now you would be together under the same roof, fully able to love and annoy the shit out of eachother. 

You finally went back inside turning the camera to face you one last time.

"Ok, I hope you liked the tour of the new place. I'll totally post updates on instagram so look out for those! Don't forget to- ach!" you were suddenly cut off when you were hit by a pillow. You looked over at Gavin who was snickering off camera. 

"Shit, babe I didn't think I that was gonna hit you so hard."

You turned back to your camera, "Gonna cut this short. Love you guys!" You quickly turned off the camera and went to deal with Gavin. 

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Zombie Apocalypse

The next three one shots coincide.

Branches pulled at your hair, ripping some out as your sprinted through the trees. You could hear still them, the shuffling of feet, soft moans. The stench was the worst, the smell of rotting flesh, you glanced to your left, spotting Peter. He was doing the same, running for his life. It seemed like that's all the two of you ever did anymore, run.

It had been three years since it happened, three years of living off what little the land had to offer. Trying to out run the hordes of the undead, you longed for just one hot shower, and a semi comfortable bed that you didn't have to sprint out of in the middle of the night. You missed not having to look over your shoulder, Hell you even missed school and that was saying something.

You spotted a store up a head, and pointed to it, Peter nodded as the both of you picked up your paces. The heat of the day was starting to get you, making you sick and even more tired. Your feet hit the black top of the parking lot, abandon cars littered the area, many of them had windows smashed out and corpses rotting inside. In the beginning seeing them, the dead, in the cars used to bother you. Peter being the person you would lean on, helping you through the process, allowing you to cry on his shoulder. But as the years pass by it got easier and easier, so much so that you never gave it a second thought.

You hooked around the back of the building, a body lurched toward you causing you to jump to the side. The only plus side to having to run daily and defend yourself against the dead was your reflexes had gotten sharper and if need be you could run for miles on end without tiring. The thing that was once human snapped it's head at you, it's skin was marbled a sickly green and yellow. Blackened teeth, coated with a thick layer of blood sliding down its jaw, blonde hair spattered it's head. The name tag on the front shirt said Jill, and for a second you almost felt bad.

A metal pipe slammed into Jill's temple, making a sick cracking sound. The body dropped down be your feet, Peter's face came into view. The look of worry and panic crossed his face, behind him was the ladder to the top of the building. He let you up first, letting you take the lead as he followed close behind. The good thing about the unliving is they couldn't climb worth a damn. You peaked up over the edge carefully, having been caught off guard once before, it was clear. You pushed yourself over the the top, laying down on the hot surface as Peter came up to join you.

"That was close." You breathed, looking up at the crystal clear sky, sun beating down on you. You licked your dry lips, the cracks in them started to burn again.

"You okay?" Peter asked, sitting down roughly next to you, letting his bag slip from his should with a thud.

"Yeah, thanks by the way." You said turning your head to look at him.

When everything went down the two of you had just got off of school, and a group of those things chased you both down. You hadn't known him all that well, he was the geeky kid. You had been so caught up trying to fit in and be someone you weren't you hadn't even given him so much as the time of day. Peter had always been agile, you not so much, but he helped you out then and you had repaid him through what you had known about survivalist. Growing up in a family of hunters had its perks.

"Hey, it's nothing." He smiled over at you, he had aged, lines had hardened around his once smooth face and his skin was just as dried out as yours. "That's what friends do, right?"

"Hell yeah!" You stated, propping yourself up and grinning at him. "What supplies are we low on?"

Peter pulled his bag in front of his body, pulling the zipper. He dumped the contents in front of him.

"Six protein bars, a first aid kit, a bag of crunched up pretzels." He said, raising an eyebrow at the smashed tan bag that had powder coming out of one of the corners. He dropped it next to him pulling the tube of chap stick out and tossing it to you. "Chap stick, empty bottle of sunscreen, almost empty bottle of water."

"So, were low on everything." You remarked, opening the tube to find it empty as well, you tossed it to the side.

"Pretty much." He sighed.

"Good news, we're on a store." You said matter of factly watching as a couple of dead people amble pass in the parking lot.

"Bad news, who knows how many of those things are inside." He added, watching the same thing you did. "Rock, paper, scissors?"

"Nah, it's my turn, you went into the gas station the last time. Anything you want while I'm down there?" You asked, hopping back up to your feet.

"A Nintendo switch would be cool, or the last episode of Game Of Thrones. But I'd settle for a pair of shoes and maybe a koolaid packet." He chuckled, you nodded giving him gun fingers.

"You got it." You walked back over to the ladder you had climbed.

You had made it to the front of the store, Peter watching over head as you looked in through the windows. He was look out, he would yell if there was any trouble, and then it was up to you to get out. Good thing about placed like this, is usually there was an escape hatch in the ceiling.

It was dark inside, and the air was thick with humidity. The smelled of rotting food and decay hit you all at once, dust particles floated through the air as you walked quietly through. You snagged a plastic basket, keeping your eyes open and scanning for moment. You grabbed the few food items you knew wouldn't be bad, canned food, and as much as you were sick of it when you were hungry it would go a long way.

You found two bottles of water that hadn't been touched yet, tossing them in the basket with canned food. Grabbed the koolaid packets for Peter, and were on your trip back out when you heard the bird whistle he always used. Your head snapped up, eyes glued the window, twenty of the dead lumbered toward the store and your heart started to hammer. You dropped the basket and sprinted to the back of the store.

You didn't stop as you shoved opened the employees only door heading to the back. You bushed pass multiple pallets of rotten food, crawling with rats and roaches. You saw a ladder, and broke out into a full run when something slammed into you. Your body ricocheted off an exposed metal beam, bruising your ribs on contact. A girl, staggered out, no older then ten.

Part of her arm had been chewed up, and her ankle was bent at an awkward angle.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You stated, grabbing the closed thing to you.

You sprang back up to your feet, broom in hand. You swung it, throwing it like it was a baseball bat, landing it hard against her half rotten neck. The broom handle went through her neck easily, rats had chewed it up almost to the point of decapitation. Her body fell to the floor and you didn't hesitate as you climbed the ladder up. You pushed the hatch open and looked around, the roof was empty. Your eye widened as you rushed to the edge just in time to see the horde bunched in close together, and the smell of cooper in the air. Crimson pooled out beneath them, tears welled up in your eyes as you turned away from the sight.

You were alone, completely and utterly alone.

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Collage 2 - Celebrate Uniqueness

For my second collage I have displayed a man modelling, who was a skin condition called vitiligo. This is simply where the skin cells lose pigmentation, which often leaves discoloured patches around the body. The image was again found on pixels.com and I wasn't particularly looking for this, however as I came across the photograph I thought it had a unique and interesting look to it. The aim was to show beauty in our differences, many people are bullied, assaulted etc. simply because they're different. However I believe we should look at them as unique instead of separating them from the rest, because at the end of the day it's what's inside that counts and we should never judge someone on the things they can't control.

For the colour scheme I decided to keep it within skin tones, this is therefore relating to the focus of the piece instead of taking attention away. Overall the colours are rich, dark and luxurious which catches your eye instantly, however this also helps the man stand out in a really stunning way by complimenting him skin tones. Even though my colour scheme was made of browns and creams, there are a few pops of colour that come from blending colours and elements with each other. These however balance out the more subtle and natural colours well, without being too bright or vibrant.

Overall the piece is quite simple, and part of me wants to change that. However I think it's important to not take focus away from the main subject, and sometimes less is more.

To begin with I cut out both of the images with the polygonal lasso tool, however not until later did I realise I could've simply selected the background with the magic tool. Despite this I had full control which made sure everything was perfectly cut out, even the curly stands of hair. With this I played around with the lay out of the images, trying to find a creative way to connect them together.

I decided to connect the two through a curvy line which would cut off any straight edges, so using the pen tool I created a shape with the swirly line and filled it in bright green. This was so I could easily select the shape with the magic wand tool, and use the selection to delete both the man's chest and arm. I had to try a few times to get the perfect shape, but in general I'm happy with the shape of the collage so far. I then added a dark background to get an idea of what the piece would look like, and see the shapes pop out even more.

To gather some stunning brown colours, I went on coolors.com and saved any generated colours that struck out to me. This left me with such a beautiful pallet to use and incorporate into the collage, selected with the eyedropper tool. Next I started adding circles of these colours, one of which was placed to fit around the swirly cut out shape. I like this small detail because it shifts the weight of the collage completely, and it's pleasing to look at as it fits perfectly like a puzzle.

Although I was pleased with the shape, I noticed how the other arm was standing out a bit too much compared to the rest of the imagery. Therefore I cut out any of the arm that showed under the other hand, leaving me with a much more balanced and interesting shape. Then I involved the larger circle by placing it over the hands, and blending it in using 'difference' which inverted the photograph, but the rest of the original colour stays.

Next I repeated the process from the first collage of duplicating an object, completely distorting it through liquify and deleting any of the swirl outside the circle. I believe these circles are a clever way to connect all of the collages together, they all showcase coloured circles with faded swirls of which are main elements, but not overpowering. With this specific circle I first blended the swirl to be very faint and subtle, however I then duplicated it to experiment with other blending options. In this case I found the reaction of both 'divide' and 'overlay' creates a stunning purple and gold combination, straight away it caught my attention which is always a good way to know if something is eye-catching or not. I repeated this process with the other circle, using a different blend for a different effect.

Once I was happy with the circles I duplicated both the man's body and hands, merged them together and overlaid the light, cream colour. I then rasterised it so I had a shape of all the photography that I could use as one shape, it began with offsetting and blending it with overlay which only left a slightly lighter brown than the background. However I think this really does make a difference despite it being so unseen, because without it the piece looks slightly separated and empty.

For the text I typed out the word 'uniqueness' in a more fancy font, matching with the luxurious colours/overall feel, and purposely placed it over part of the man's arms so it would react together and be more connected. I then rasterised the type so I could edit it like an object, with which I blended and duplicated once again until I found something I'm happy with.

One thing I really like about the first collage is the text and how it's been distorted, however I wanted to keep the font because it matched well with the design. Therefore I took the darker drop shadow layer into liquify, and only stretched out this one. This way the original font remained the same and it has some more interesting shapes, the only thing left was to adjust the brightness/contrast slightly as the photos looked too light.