#RAW format

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The Real Differences between Picture File Formats

As a professional photographer, I always make sure to deliver images in the right format for their final use. Using the wrong format can lead to dull colours on screens or bad quality prints. That’s why it’s important to know which file type works best.

I always begin by shooting in RAW format, which allows me to retain more flexibility during post-processing. I then develop the final images to infuse them with my unique style. For digital purposes, I export images in sRGB format to ensure accurate display on various online platforms, including websites and social media. However, when working with high resolution displays or printing, RGB files provide a broader colour palette. If you’re sending files to a printing company, converting them to CMYK is crucial to achieve the desired colour accuracy.

Understanding colour spaces is crucial for professional photographers. Clients expect high quality images, whether it’s for corporate branding, hotel photography, or product shots. Getting the colours right means businesses maintain consistent branding, prints look sharp on billboards or packaging, and online content stays vibrant and true to life. Clients don’t always understand the technical jargon.

When I deliver photos, I usually send two folders – one with sRGB files for digital use and another with RGB files for printing. In some cases, I also provide DNG RAW files or high res TIFFs, depending on what my clients need.

Choosing the right file format and colour profile makes all the difference in how your images look. Whether you need photos for web, print, or commercial use, I ensure they’re delivered in the best possible quality.

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Mastering Pixel Binning

Introduction to Pixel Binning Pixel binning is a technique used in digital cameras and smartphones to improve image quality, particularly in low-light conditions. It involves combining information from multiple adjacent pixels on a camera’s sensor to create one “super pixel.” This process reduces the overall image resolution but provides several advantages, such as improved low-light performance,…

[linipik]

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[shadesoftheshield]

Seth Rollins

June 2, 2014 → April 14, 2025

[sysig]

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[the-shifting-long]

one fascinating thing about the Princesses is how often they echo the mindset that motivates the Shifting Mound.

Shifty/Felina is someone who is convinced that she is what she is, that the totality of her being is something that cannot be changed or denied. There is no compromise, in part because there is nothing to compromise-she simply is, you simply are, and this is how things are.

Communicating with her using words pre and post awakening is difficult-words are difficult for her. They never quite weave into what she wishes to say. She often resorts to flowery metaphors, unable to use imprecise and unnuanced language to say the things she wants to say. When frustrated by the player or by this issue of communication, she often falls back on how there is no constant, there is no center, everything exists in relation to everything it isn't and vice versa, "nothing" is a concept that exists because there's "something", and how can we even begin to talk about the inherently contradictory, multifaceted aspects of our existence when language cannot account for it?

Precisely because she dislikes words, and feels she has to fall back on metaphor for them to have any meaning, she values action more than anything-more specifically, she values conflicts. She values the ins and outs, the victories and defeats, things ending and breaking only to be reborn. This also ties into the Shifting Mound as a force of entropy, change, and death-she is what she is, viewing death and fear and pain and change as necessary parts of the world, and what's needed to improve yourself.

She loves it so much, loves the player so much, finds it so romantic, that she often refers to it as a dance. Conflict as music. Something beautiful and timeless to be adored and made over and over and over again in a billion different styles across a billion different times and places.

This is all basic Shifting Mound analysis, and it's important for establishing a baseline of Who She Is (without getting into what her Heart versions say, and why there's incongruence there-that's a different post! we can definitely go deeper) Because...every single one of her vessels reflects one or more of these aspects of Felina.

The Damsel line is all about TSM's connection and adoration of the player, how she loves the player even at their very worst and comes up with the most loving poems for the most horrifying things. Even when killed, she decides to return the favor with a smile and with your hand in hers. Damsel's deconstruction refers to the end of the world as "unleashing unceasing entropy upon all creation", Happily Ever After wants nothing more than to leave and dance, and even wears TSM's crown and takes similar poses to the dance Felina has with the player in the Leave ending.

Prisoner is once again about the failure of words, being able to communicate without them, or find hidden meanings. So much of Cage involves both Princess and Voices having literal understandings of the situation, and twisting it for their own ends, along with the natural fall into conflict-and that conflict being beautiful. Drowned Grey is beyond words, instead letting her own corpse's appearance and blank stare speak for her. She's also got this idea of destruction as something necessary-she's perfectly fine, even happy, being nothing but a head and losing her body completely. When that doesn't work, the cabin breaks down on its own, and its destruction is unambiguously a good thing.

Razor's a blatantly more meta route where you manifest a knife for your enemy to kill you with. Razor in both forms is about going through an endless stream of trials until you are about to embrace godhood, either being pushed into another very romantic conflict-the ebb and flow-or rising about it to break her against yourself. It's a beautiful parallel to Shifty herself, this unstoppable force that will never change, and where the relationship only changes because you're able to rise against it.

The Nightmare is about how she simply is what she is, and she can't change that. Fear and death and horror are necessary things to keep the world running. Noteably, Nightmare doesn't want to end the world so much as "hold it in her hands and squeeze." Nightmare doesn't see bringing death and destruction and most importantly, fear as an ending, but a new beginning, and an inevitable part of her nature, just like her fully-awakened self.

Spectre is one of the routes that plays a lot with perception-you think she's dead, so she is, and in Princess and the Dragon, she is both dead and alive until the metaphorical box is opened by an outside observer, schrodinger's cat style. Like the Shifting Mound, she personally chooses to see the best in the player until proven otherwise, and even then, is inclined to embrace violence as a natural part of their relationship if pushed down Wraith or the Stenciled version of Princess and the Dragon. Shifty, Damsel, and Spectre want nothing more than to be with you.

And Tower wants nothing more than to be with you, too...as a goddess while you sit by her side as a pet, or at best, a priest. The Tower princesses are arguably the ones that get closest to godhood, to being what the Shifting Mound and therefore all of the Princesses are. They're held back by their inability to treat the player as an equal, and there's definitely an argument to made for Felina's own arrogance and assumption that she can never be wrong, so you must concede to her. Tower and Apotheosis in particular are delighted by the player's acts of resistance, much in the same way the Shifting Mound gets excited when you're able to successfully resist her. In terms of personality, I'd argue this line shares TSM's general attitude and behavior the most.*

*Tower-Fury is different from the rest of her line in a lot of ways, such as actively disliking the player's resistance, but keeps the divine arrogance even when she believes it's been denied to her, and is genuinely upset it has been much in the same way a certain pre-awakened someone doesn't take kindly to the Oblivion paths.

The Adversary line, similarly to Tower and Razor, once more involves that core belief of conflict between the two of you specifically leading to greater and greater heights. If the Tower reflects TSM's overall attitude, Advy is a reflection of what TSM tries to get at with metaphor-Adversary in all of her forms finds no use in words, only purpose in action, but will still literally cry from joy if this action is compared to a song written in blood. Both Eye of the Needle and Advy-Fury share this trait, with Advy-Fury deriding words as things that "aren't music. They aren't dance. They aren't feeling." TSM shuts down arguments that nitpick her language much in the same way the Adversaries are uninterested in language period, while also using the same language Of song and dance and music. And, while ambiguous, you could say the Leave ending, the endless joy of being with TSM as the world dies and is reborn over and over, presents a similar dynamic to the end of Adversary, where the two of you fight each other over and over with such fervent passion death itself no longer sits on your shoulders...

Stranger's so meta and so obviously a mini-Shifty, it almost feels like a waste to talk about how she's Shifty. A billion realities colliding into one, parts of them dead, parts that don't fit...even pre-awakened TSM says she's in the shape of her, but is unable to hold everything she is.

Witch brings our favorite dance metaphor back right alongside stories about love, change, and growth. While the Witch herself is a wretched little thing, in her own words, she contains so much potential to become something beyond that. Witch, Nightmare, and Razor are all some of the more playful sides of TSM. I feel like things get really interesting in Witch's chapter 3s, ESPECIALLY the Wild.

That's one where you and the princess are literally merged together, right where she believes you belong, and are so, so close to getting everything she wants before the nature of the construct and TSM kick in and the walls close. I can't do a playthrough where I intend to leave with TSM without getting the Networked Wild as a vessel-it just feels that important to Felina as a character, to see what her pre-awakened self describes as a literal shadow of herself, a much more vulnerable version, and for her to be right there...while Tower/Apo feels closest in terms of godhood and attitude, and Stranger feels closet in terms of what she physically is and experiences, Wild feels as though she's the most similar to TSM's inner heart and feelings, right down to the buried parts of herself that still want to get violent.

And then there's Beast/Den. You've probably heard this one from Nightmare and Razor before, get ready to here it from the lion's mouth this time: I am what I am, fledgling. There is no reasoning with that. Adversary says she's beyond words while still happy to use them-that's more than fine, TSM loves poetry despite (or perhaps because?) of her frustrations with language. Den literally gets to the point where she's beyond words. This is a princess who doesn't care for the pretenses that she's a normal, human, mortal being anymore, a princess who embraces everything she is and wants, and who will always be happy to show you exactly what she means...through biting you biting you biting you biting you biting you saving you from a collapsing tunnel biting you <3 Once more we see that repeating motif of merging with the princess, being one with her. Once more we see how badly the Shifting Mound wants to be with us, by any means possible, through the lens of her vessels.

Anyways I think it's really neat how these Princesses are all full-fledged and deep, nuanced characters in and of itself while still contributing to the gestalt of another woman who is made of all of them, and helping to inform her characterization as much as their own. It's like Slay the Princess is insanely well-written and good or something.

[hydenine]

I was curious about the rumored What We Do in the Shadows finale schedule and went over to the FX website to look for myself, and on the schedule it looks like they changed the listings to now read:

The Finale

The Finale.

and

The Finale..

with all of the descriptions now the same, but the episodes still listed as 11, 12, and 13, and all of them tagged as 'New.'

I'm so curious what they're gonna do???

[vanityangel]

JEY USO ☆ WWE RAW TALK (AUGUST 26, 2024)

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Iggy & The Stooges - Death trip

[babyboywilson]

waiting for you is like waiting for the sun to rise;

inevitable,

and yet standing on that hill,

watching the moon slip behind the clouds

as the warmth peeks out to replace the silver glow,

I feel like i’m waiting alone.

[charmonys]

@hattricks &&. said...

How did you come to choose to play this character? What are your favorite things about him?

(  holds  him  up  like  a  marketable  plushie.  )  i  just  think  he's  neat.  😇

okay,  but  in  all  seriousness,  i  feel  like  i  kind  of  had  a  different  first  impression  with  sunday  overall  compared  to  a  large  portion  of  the  fanbase  because  i  only  had  the  opportunity  to  experience  hsr  relatively  recently  —  which  means  i  had  the  privilege  of  getting  most  of  his  story  so  far  all  at  once.  i  saw  his  introduction,  i  saw  his  antagonist  era  and  i  saw  the  his  very  first  steps  towards  the  future  without  any  long  stretches  of  downtime  in  between.  i  really,  really  enjoy  characters  who  begin  the  story  very  flawed  and  get  put  in  a  position  where  they're  forced  to  grow  and  develop  as  people.  if  you're  familiar  with  some  of  the  past  muses  i've  written  (  looks  at  bede  and  scaramouche  )  you  can  kind  of  see  how  a  lot  of  them  tend  to  fit  this  archetype.  sunday  also  slots  into  this  role,  but  he's  a  bit  different  in  the  sense  that  he  genuinely  comes  from  a  place  of  good  intentions.  his  goals  are  painfully  altruistic  to  the  point  of  self-destruction.  he's  intelligent,  but  he's  also  very  sheltered.  he's  empathetic,  but  he's  also  very  prideful.  (  not  to  mention  condescending  —  and  oftentimes  more  than  he  realizes.  )  you  can  see  at  his  core  that  there  is  the  foundation  of  a  genuinely  kind  person  there  —  and  you  can  see  how  that  foundation  has  been  purposefully  groomed  and  twisted  into  everyone's  favorite  biblically  accurate  control  freak.

i  also  just  really  enjoyed  his  arc  so  far  overall.  i  love  penacony,  i  love  the  aesthetic  and  the  themes  the  story  presented  —  and  yes,  i  do  enjoy  the  yapping.  (  genuinely,  i  love  sunday's  yapper  tendencies.  i'm  unironically  so  happy  to  write  a  muse  that  speaks  paragraphs.  )  i  think  it's  interesting  how  we're  introduced  to  sunday  at  more  or  less  the  most  stressful  point  in  his  entire  life.  the  responsibility  for  the  charmony  festival  is  resting  on  his  shoulders,  fucking  gopher  wood  being  fucking  gopher  wood,  there's  all  kinds  of  unexpected  guests  from  different  factions  popping  up  out  of  nowhere,  he's  under  immense  pressure  from  the  family  —  and  his  sister  (  his  most  important  person,  the  only  blood  family  he  has  left  )  is  SEEMINGLY  MURDERED.  this  man  deserves  to  get  a  little  bit  unhinged,  i  think.  does  it  justify  his  actions?  no,  of  course  not.  but  honestly,  it's  a  testament  to  his  composure  that  he  handled  everything  as  smoothly  as  he  did.  c'mon  guys  —  he  could  have  been  worse!  he  only  threatened  a  little  murder.  👉👈  the  lotus  eater  machine  was  for  your  own  good!  every  day  could  be  sunday!

i  also  think  characters  who  aren't  just  your  run  of  the  mill  human  are  inherently  fascinating  by  default.  hoyoverse  hasn't  expanded  on  halovians  a  ton  beyond  dropping  a  handful  of  absolutely  WILD  breadcrumbs  of  dubious  canonicity.  it's  my  city  now  and  i  get  to  write  the  manual  on  these  weird  musical  angelic  bird  people.  i  love  worldbuilding.  i  am  so  normal  about  it.

LIGHTNING  ROUND  BELOW  THE  CUT.  click  read  more  if  you  dare.  i'm  going  to  be  so  cringe  and  babble  a  lot  and  also  get  kind  of  personal,  but  chicken  boy  is  my  comfort  character  and  i  am  doing  the  polite  thing  by  warning  you  now  to  avert  thine  gaze.

okay?  the  pact  is  sealed,  then.

i  really  like  his  sweet  tooth  and  how  it's  interwoven  into  his  arc.  how  it's  something  he  freely  indulges  in  when  he's  still  a  carefree  child  —  and  tries  to  repress  as  he  gets  older  and  grows  more  burdened  by  responsibilities.  how  the  last  letter  he  leaves  for  robin  mentions  eating  the  same  pudding  tarts  he  enjoyed  when  he  was  little.  also  in  general,  i  think  it's  kind  of  an  endearing  quality  and  plays  into  a  more  gap  moe-esque  angle  of  his  character.  yes,  the  very  responsible  and  orderly  oak  family  head  loves  strawberries  and  pudding  tarts.  he  strikes  me  as  the  kind  of  person  who  orders  a  black  coffee  for  the  sake  of  appearances  while  staring  wistfully  at  the  caramel  macchiato  on  the  menu.

i  adore  his  stupid  little  >:3  face.  i  want  to  shake  him.  i  like  the  implication  that  it's  definitely  not  a  sincere  smile  and  it's  really  just  something  he's  maintaining  for  the  sake  of  a  palatable,  professional  facade  —  hence  why  he  loses  it  in  his  playable  model...  but  honestly,  it's  just  so  silly  looking  and  i  love  it.  (  i  know  he  isn't  the  biggest  fan,  but  in  general  his  playable  look  is  just  so  comfy  to  me.  )

i  find  it  very  fascinating  how  a  character  who  has  religion  interwoven  so  intimately  into  his  story  and  overall  aesthetic  actually  has  a  very  transactional  relationship  with  the  gods.

his  little  guys!  his  cherubs!  his  echoes!  his  oomfs!  i  love  them.  i  think  they're  so  so  cute.

it's  very  funny  to  me  that  everyone  keeps  comparing  him  post-penacony  to  a  confused  duckling.  i've  seen  some  people  on  other  sites  (  predominantly  reddit  )  complaining  that  he's  been  toned  down  since  2.7  —  but  i  think  saying  that  is  kind  of  a  fundamental  misunderstanding  of  both  his  character  and  current  arc.  there's  a  really  good  quote  during  his  last  conversation  with  robin  where  she  more  or  less  spells  out  everything  he's  going  through  at  the  moment.  "he's  stronger  than  most  ordinary  people,  but  because  of  it,  people  have  this  misconception:  they  think  that  when  he  falls,  he  will  stand  back  up  faster  than  anyone  else.  [...]  before  he  stands  up  again,  he  will  hesitate  and  agonize  for  ages  over  whether  that  is  the  right  course  of  action."  that's  basically  where  he  is  right  now  —  he's  had  his  entire  worldview  shattered  before  his  very  eyes,  and  now  he's  lost  and  unsure  what  to  do  next.  he's  clinging  to  everyone  else  around  him  for  guidance,  he's  going  full  people  pleaser  mode  with  the  nameless.  it's  a  defense  mechanism.  he's  not  going  to  be  like  this  forever  —  i'm  firmly  of  the  opinion  that  we're  inching  our  way  towards  astral  express  sunday  eventually.  give  him  a  chance  to  breathe.

on  a  semi-related  note,  i  think  it's  hilarious  that  there's  a  lot  of  people  only  realizing  now  that  sunday's  ingame  model  isn't  actually  that  tall.  he's  just  usually  been  standing  by  himself  or  next  to  shorter  people  in  a  lot  of  his  earlier  scenes.  the  scene  where  he  confronts  gallagher  always  makes  me  laugh  because  he's  trying  so  hard  to  verbally  eviscerate  this  man  but  he's  like  a  whole  head  shorter  than  him.

OKAY  SO  THIS  IS  THE  EMBARRASSING  PART.  BRACE  YOURSELF.  i  actually  do  find  myself  relating  to  sunday  a  lot  in  a  number  of  aspects.  not  in  an  unhealthy  "blurring  the  line  between  mun  and  muse"  sort  of  way,  but  a  "(  sweats  nervously  )  oh ...  i  do  that"  sort  of  way.  for  example,  i'm  a  huge  people  pleaser.  it's  an  issue  i've  been  trying  to  work  on,  but  it's  something  i  still  do  occasionally  find  myself  struggling  with  nonetheless.  i  see  a  lot  of  that  reflected  in  sunday  —  and  i  think  the  most  obvious  example  comes  in  the  form  of  his  text  messages.  he's  being  very  polite,  but  there's  a  kind  of  underlying  desperation  there.  he's  giving  everyone  personalized  gifts.  he's  inquiring  about  ways  to  be  helpful.  he'll  even  serenade  you  if  you  ask.  there  is  literally  no  response  you  can  give  him  that  doesn't  net  you  a  courteous  reply,  even  if  you  pick  one  of  the  shitpost  dialogue  options  —  because  he  wants  so  badly  for  you  to  accept  him.  the  people  pleaser  is  trying  to  people  please.

"i'm  trying  to  connect  with  everyone  [...]  but  I  may  need  some  time  due  to  my  personality."  oh.  god.  i'm  cringing.  that  line  gave  me  psychic  damage.  i  think  i  taste  metal.

on  another  note,  there's  the  infamous  charmony  dove  speech.  i  know  he  gets  a  lot  of  flak  for  it  —  i  know  the  story  about  the  bird  gets  repeated  over  and  over  and  over  again.  but  i  feel  like  a  lot  of  people  are  so  caught  up  in  complaining  about  it  that  they  don't  really  look  into  what  it  implies  about  his  thought  process.  (  beyond  just  the  surface  level  debate  of  the  bird  and  the  cage.  )  every  single  time  he  tells  the  story,  it  becomes  more  intricate.  more  detailed.  more  dramatic.  he  thought  about  the  weather  that  winter.  he  took  stock  of  the  predators  in  the  yard  —  which  ones  would  be  most  likely  to  prey  upon  a  vulnerable  baby  bird.  have  you  ever  had  an  experience  that  was  intensely  distressing  to  you  (  whether  out  of  embarrassment,  trauma  or  anything  in  between  )  and  your  mind  keeps  cycling  back  to  it?  you  think  about  it  again  and  again  and  again,  analyzing  it  from  every  possible  angle  —  calculating  every  possible  outcome.  because  that's  definitely  something  i  do,  and  that's  also  something  sunday  does  on  more  than  one  occasion.

this  whole  yapfest  probably  makes  very  little  sense,  but  you  have  my  undying  admiration  if  you  actually  manage  to  sit  through  it.  i  love  this  sad  bird.  i  love  his  brain.  i  want  to  see  him  live  well.  i  think  he  needs  a  handful  of  flintstones  vitamins,  a  headpat  and  a  trip  in  my  washing  machine's  spin  cycle  to  atone  for  his  crimes.

conclusion:

[itsohh]

Same Page

A/N: Thought this went without saying but, this is an act of fiction. Minors are never welcome on this blog, this is for entertainment purposes only and god wtf is wrong with you that I have to say this but this is not for sex education? If you're not mature enough to know a work of fiction is simply a work of fiction and not 'miss information' you're not mature enough to read smut.

Summary: After months of being unable to properly be together, you have worked up quite an appetite for your lover. It's a shame he's not really in the mood. However, states aren't always permanent and he never could resist you when you sounded like that.

Word count: 3226

Warnings: Smut

AO3 Masterlist

There was only so much you could do, there was only so much you could handle. The pair of you hadn't had any time together for what must have been months, mission after mission, constantly separated, so intimacy was out of the picture. 

  So when the pair of you finally had time off together, you knew exactly what you wanted. It seemed he knew exactly what he wanted as well. The pair of you had only been home for about ten minutes and he was already in the bedroom. It always made you smile, how in sync the pair of you were. Or so you thought, until you opened the door.

  Gaz had turned his switch on and Stardew Valley lit up on the tv. Your smile dropped, only for a second. His gaze shifted to you and he smiled kindly at you. 

  "Hey wanna come play?"

  Your feet were slow on the carpet as you slowly slid onto the bed next to him. 

  "Mmm, I had a different idea of what we could play." Your voice purred out and his eyes went back to the TV. 

  "Oh we could play Animal Crossing if you like, or maybe Mario Party but I'm not sure how fun it's going to be just the pair of us." 

  "I'm thinking more along the lines of Smashing." Your fingers hovered over the centre of his button-up for a moment. 

  "You hate Smash though- oh." His eyes shifted towards you and he swallowed when your fingers popped open his button and slid your hand on his chest. 

  Kyle cleared his throat and caught your hand before he pulled it away. "Not tonight, just wanna play. Maybe tomorrow?" The rejection hurt, just a little. But what really snapped was the burning desire that had slowly built up over the months. You pulled your hand back as if he burnt you, the reaction didn't go unnoticed and he let out a small sound. 

  "Babe, you know it's not like that. I'm just not in the mood and pretty tired I still love you-"

  "Kyle, it's fine." Your head lifted and you gave him a reassuring look "You do your thing and I'll do mine." Gaz's eyes looked away from yours but he nodded. A deep breath exhaled out from your lips and your eyes snapped to your side table. 

  Gaz tried not to stare at you the entire time your hands fumbled with the drawer. Shaking from pure desire, it wasn't easy for you to find the vibrator hidden away in the storage. Eventually, your finger made contact with the soft touch of its velvet bag and you yanked it out. A moment of silence ran between the pair of you when you sat down at the edge of the bed. When you looked up you saw that Gaz's eyes were on yours. Then they went down to the bag in your hand. 

  You couldn't help the heat that formed over your cheeks. Now that he was watching you with a complete lack of desire or arousal, you couldn't help but feel a little shamed at the fact. He had seen it many times before, walked in on you, even joined you time and time before but this was different, this time you were dirty and he wasn't. 

  "I'll- I'll head to the living room." You pointed with your thumb and abruptly got up and practically ran out of the shared room. The door behind you was slapped closed and your back made contact as your heart raced. His blank expression raced in your head, mixed with the sting of rejection, both had you let out a small groan that turned into a whimper. 

  That shame couldn't control you for long, slowly you looked down and the vibrator slid from the small bag and reminded you of that crushing core that demanded attention. Vibrator in your right hand, your left hand slowly drifted down to your clothed cunt. Your eyes closed and you bit your left pointer finger. 

  Tension left your shoulders and they dropped when your hand slipped the waistband of your pants. Just that little touch gave you so much. Your eyes snapped open towards the open curtains and you ripped your hands away from yourself. 

  You needed relief and you needed it right there and then. The curtains were promptly snapped closed and you threw the toy on the couch so you had free hands to remove your clothing. First, you removed the t-shirt from your body and then the sports bra that had you let out a little sigh of relief. Next came your pants which were dumped on the ground.

    Almost completely bare, you flopped down on the couch and grabbed the vibrator. A quiet him started from the toy and you placed it against your clit with only your thin underwear as a barrier. Your eyes shut and your mind wandered to the way that Gaz would touch you. He would start off slow, his gentle hands on the outside of your thighs. They would run up and down, feeling you up as his tongue would dance over his teeth. 

  He'd plant his hands firmly against you, indenting your flesh with his fingers. With his nice grip on you, he would pull you into his lap slightly. Kyle would be slotted between your thighs while your back would remain on the cushions. The thought of his clothed cock grinding against your cunt had you mew out. An admittedly rather loud moan as one of your hands went to grace your hard nipple. 

  The pair of you would stay like that, grinding against each other. Kyle would have that pent-up look on his face, mixed pleasure due to the friction between the pair of you. The grip on your thighs would tighten and he'd curse out before doubling down and grinding even harder. 

  You arch your back and continue your breathy moans while the vibrator works on your clit. The grip on the vibrator becomes a little tighter as you feel a wave of pleasure spread throughout your core, it's not there for very long but it has you relaxing deep into the couch. 

  The vibrator slips under your underwear and you slowly start to tease your entrance with it, your clits far too sensitive to continue. It would only need a couple of moments before you could return to it. 

  Lost completely in your imagination, you didn't notice the bedroom door open. 

  The dip in the couch had you gasp out and your eyes flung open. Kyle stared into your eyes as he mounted you slightly. Your legs were between his knees while he supported himself with the couch using one hand. Gaz leaned over your body and his face was directly above yours. 

  "Kyle?" You were still a little hazy, confusion written across your face. 

  "Hey." He paused and his eyes flashed down for a moment. "You were being a little loud there."

  "S-sorry I'll uh try to be quieter." True to your word, your voice practically vanished at the end of your sentence. 

  There was a playful look on his face and he leaned a little closer. Then his lips made contact with yours. The kiss wasn't gentle by any means. It was rough and wet, sloppy and full of desire, Gaz taking the lead. You moaned into his touch and clenched your fist to prevent yourself from latching onto him like a bear trap. 

  "I thought you wanted to play on the Switch." The words mumble from your lips the second he pulls back and you hear him laugh slightly and his free hand ran through his hair. 

  "Fuck, with you over here moaning my name like that?" Your brows raised, you hadn't even realised you had been doing so. "I'm only human, babe."

  "Kyle you don't have to-" He shuts you up with the taste of his lips and you feel his hand wrap around yours -specifically the hand with your vibrator in it. 

  "Don't need this anymore huh? Ready for the real thing?" His brow wiggled and you bit your lip. At his assurance, you couldn't help but feel the joy bloom in your chest. That earlier pain of rejection washed away. 

  A playful smile broke out on your face as Gaz continued to hover just millimetres above your head. "I dunno Gaz, I think I might continue with this." Your grip on the toy tightened and you smirked at him. 

  "Cheek." 

  "Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?" Gaz pulled back slightly and cocked a brow at your challenge. His strong arms wrapped around your waist and suddenly picked you up. Your hand dropped the toy in preference to stable yourself in his grasp. Gaz pulled back with you and got off the couch where your legs wrapped around his hips. 

  "Thought you were happy with your toy, seems like you just threw it to the side now eh?"

  "Cause you picked me up you-" Your voice was cut off when Gaz's lips found your throat and messily kissed it, wetly kissing it as your head rolled back to give him better access. 

  "You said something?" He managed to muffle into your throat. A moan extracted from your lips was the only response he received and you could feel the way he smiled into your skin. 

  "You’re a bastard." The words left your mouth before he grabbed you and threw you onto the bed. You bounced a little and couldn't help the little laugh that escaped your mouth. Kyle had a rather predominant smile on his face before he kneeled down at the end of the bed. 

  Propped up on the bed with your elbows, you stare down at the man. He grabbed your ankles and grinned. A yank of your ankles had you surge forward where his hands kept your legs apart. Kyle's slender long fingers were stretched out over the inside of your thighs. Yet he didn't do much, he only rest his head on your right thigh where he took in the sight of you. 

  "You're gorgeous, you know that?" The devious smile on his face had softened and became one almost innocent. "Please don't take what I said earlier the wrong way." He clicked his tongue and glanced away for a second. "You're always super hot. I was just tired, you know? Felt like we never got a real break." 

  "Kyle…"

  He pressed a small kiss on the inside of your thigh. "It's like a tiredness in my bones. I mean I got a second wind when I heard yah going at it-" He gave you a wink with his smirk. "-But it's still lingering there. Think it's gonna be good to have some time off."

  "We don't have to if you're too tired darling. It's okay Kyle." 

  "Oh no, you're not getting out of this that easily." Gaz gave you little time to process his words before he turned his head slightly and bit down on the inside of your thigh. It wasn't very hard of a bite but the light pain on your soft tender flesh had you yelp regardless. 

  "You bitch!" You squeezed out and tore your legs from his grasp. Gaz's warm laughter filled the air as he climbed onto the bed after you. 

  "Oi get back here." He crawled up over the top of you and as his eyes made contact with yours, your movements slowed down until the pair of you were completely still. The smile on your face flattened and your lips parted slightly. 

  Gaz leaned in close to you, his skin brushed against your own.  "Got you." At his whisper, his lips crashed against yours. Like a bear trap, you sprung and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hand found your waist and wrapped his arm around it while he ground down against you. 

  Kyle hummed against your lips, his moans muffled against you and he rolled the pair of you until he was on his back. He manoeuvred your body until he had your thighs split apart over his legs. Seated on his lap, the pair of you parted for a second so he could remove his shirt. 

  It was flung to the edge of the room and you pressed your hands against his chest. You leaned down and pressed your lips against his. Nose brushed against yours and your forehead rolled forward to rest against his. Kyle's lips were always so impossibly soft, somehow he could kiss so rough and messy but always feel so gentle. 

  An intoxicating taste that was so unique to him, his lips on yours was something that you could never get tired of. Every touch always felt like seconds no matter how long of a moment you shared. 

  You rolled your hips down on him and he tore his face away from you. Gaz elected a hiss as his head tilted up and his eyes squeezed shut harder. "Fuck you sure know how to rile me up huh?" His voice was breathy and you felt his hand on you tighten. 

  His free hand tapped twice on the outside side of your thigh and you knew exactly what he was asking. You pushed up in your shins and disconnected your upper body from his. Kyle's eyes shamelessly explored your chest while he snapped out his belt from his pants and undid his pants. A groan of relief left his lips when he finally allowed his rock-hard cock freedom from its imprisonment. 

  A smug smile that suited his face well graced your sight while he tapped the end of his dick against your cunt. "I would ask if you're ready for me but look at you, your dripping." 

  With a roll of your eyes, you couldn't help the smile that curled your lips at his teasing tone. You steadied yourself with your hands still on his chest and he aligned himself at your entrance. Gaz opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything, you lowered your body and slid down around his cock. 

  "Fuck." He drew the word out and his hand flew to the side of your hip where he gripped tightly. "God, it's been too long."

  "Uh-huh." You tried to make your voice light and humorous like his teasing but the strain in your voice just had it come out as a needy moan. 

  You went to move rather quickly but his hand gripped you tight. "Need a second?" You blinked down and he let out a breath. 

  "Feel like I'm a teen again getting my first hard-on, damn." 

  “Oh yeah? What was teen Kyle like huh?”

  “Surprisingly naive.” He gave you a weak smile. “I don’t think I really started understanding how the world worked until I was, what like twenty-four?” His eyes trailed off. The back of your fingers brushed against his face and his attention was drawn from whatever troubled matter his mind set to.

  “I bet teen you was a cute one.” With that sentence alone he let out a laugh and his hand let go of your waist. “Oh sure I was but something tells me that you prefer the way that I am today. You opened your mouth to speak but he made a small thrust up into you to emphasise his statement. It had you let out a groan and you took matters into your own hands. Settled in place you started to roll your hips on his cock, pleasure shared between the pair of you.

Gaz always somehow managed to fit you so well. He took up every inch inside of you. A deep sensation that you swore you could feel in your chest. That cock, too thick and long managed to push against that perfect sweet spot inside of you because how could it not? No space untouched, he filled you to your very core. With every bounce, the tip caressed your cervix. Not in any way painful but a deep pleasure that had you whimpering out his name. 

  The pace wasn't fast but wasn't incredibly slow either. Every touch was as intense as the last and had you practically trembling on his cock. "Made for me weren't you? That's it, baby." With both of his hands on the outside side of your thighs where he rubbed your skin up and down, coaxing you to continue riding him. 

  "Not gonna lie though, not sure how long I can last tonight." He admitted. 

  "Too much?" 

  "Been too long." He groaned and swallowed. "You’re insane if you think that we are only going one round though." 

  "Oh?"

  "You wanted my dick, baby, now your gonna get it. Fuck." His hands gripped on purchase and he started to thrust himself up into you. Taking charge, you stilled your actions and allowed him to fuck up into you. He didn't push it in as deeply as you had under your control, that extra inch and a half being too much for you to take at such a hard and punishing pace. 

  He throbbed inside of you, pulsated inside of you. "God I really should slow down but, fuck, you feel so good." A determined look crossed his face but mixed with desperation. So close but so unsure if he should go over that edge. 

  "Cum for me Kyle." That purr of your voice had him groan out and lift you from his cock. Seconds later his wet dick smacked against your cunt and his seed burst. 

  It roped out over your stomach and chest. It wasn't just a little either. He painted your body white as his voice deepened in moans. Gaz never was the quiet type. Slowly, you wrapped your hand around his cock and gently pumped it, encouraging it to continue. Kyle cursed out your name and thrust into your hand a little, a mix of his cum and your slick coating the inside of your hand. 

  His dick stopped jerking and his body relaxed onto your shared bed. "Damn." He breathed out a laugh and ran his hand through his hair. "That's a lot huh?"

  "You think?" You smiled back at him and brushed your thumb over the top of his member. He let out a shiver that ran across his entire body.

  "Ah- too much give me a minute." His hand flinched towards your wrist and you let go of him. Kyle's eyes flickered down your painted body, fondness adorned his eyes and he couldn't help but grin at you. He was almost proud of himself in a way. He enjoyed the sight of you, that much was obvious but he enjoyed the sight of you so deliciously covered in his seed. 

  One of his hands reached up, his pointer finger extended out. With the flick of that finger, he smeared his cum over your nipple. A devilish look formed on your face and you grabbed the hand. You brought it up to your mouth where you sucked his finger clean. 

  Gaz's jaw parted and he let out a groan while his cock twitched with interest. "You're gonna be the death of me."

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Krzysztof Eberle

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Hi! Just from the last ask you answered, I was wondering what your writing media is? Do you use a computer/specific app on computer, or a notebook, or do you do like the portable e-writers?

Thank you! Just got curious… also the quote on your white board about writing flowing like readers tears is so evil and amazing 😂 I genuinely hope that for you cause your writing does tend to tug on the heartstrings very often

Hi anon!

I use a desktop computer, and primarily use Focus Writer (completely free, though for those who can afford it, I do recommend leaving a tip) and Microsoft Word, though I'm using the latter less now that they've forced Copilot on us. I hate it with the fire of a thousand suns.

I like Focus Writer because I like writing on pretty backgrounds and it's fully customisable.

I use Obsidian for my worldbuilding, because it's a nice lightweight program and I don't like browser based worldbuilding programs (I tried World Anvil for a while and it wasn't for me).

As for the quote, it's from a reader!! I liked it so much I printed it out. Just about everything on that board except for the Druidry flyer is from readers, because it helps keep me inspired and motivated. The tears one makes me laugh, but it was such a nice comic blessing I put it up :D

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maybe someday it'll all be okay // Star Butterfly character study

"And if I keep myself busy, I won't be able to mess up anything else."

-Collateral Damage, s2

avvfvl on tumblr // fromdarzaitoleeza on Instagram // unknown // unknown // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Franz Kafka, the metamorphosis // Jane Austen // Gilded Lily - cults // Clementine von Radics, In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive // Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice // unknown // Sandy - Alex G // Void - Teamonade // Most of the Time - Turnover // Celeste Ng, Little Flies Everywhere

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