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[sanches812]

12 Bar Framed Canvas Picture Mockups Vol.03

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[anzuhan]

i wanna spend [a while] making mockup ssr-s after the piano x forte x scandal pdft outfits for ace, deuce, grim + yuu because i am SO MENTAL over the gang singing and dancing over this song. u do not get it.

i initially thought of it with octotrio cause.. the classy vibes from the song fit them more BUUUUT legit just the verse where the singer calls themselves a stoic honor student made me to think of deuce too much. so here we are

[captainchaosartworks]

Augmented Hearts #4: Corpi

More VN mockup art, this time it's Corpi the displaced jungle huntress. 🏋️‍♀️🍖🍫

I'm sure dating someone who spent twenty-odd years surviving in the wilderness of a death world with no context of a spacefaring human society would be interesting.

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[shopsystem]

Darkroom / Supply.Family / Chocolate Bar / Mockup / 2023

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[trashmouth-richie]

⛧「 ✦ 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢 ✦ 」⛧

⛧tattoo artist! steve 💋 ⛧rising rockstar! eddie

⛧eddie x fem reader | previous steve x fem reader

⛧reader is nicknamed cherry 🍒

⛧summary: series of blurbs revolving around you, eddie and steve. after vecna: eddie sold his soul to remain alive— him and steve leave hawkins and indiana to go to college and leave what happened in the past. eddie is on the rise of fame while steve is still battling his demons. they both meet reader at school. reader has no idea what happened, and never finds out the truth. eddie progressively turns into a mentally abusive asshole throughout this story so keep that in mind. he’s not our lovable boyfriend.

⛧part one summary: a surprise for your boyfriend, you decide to get a tattoo of his name in a very private spot, from the only one he would trust to do it, his best friend… whom you have a past with. 

⛧warnings: implied smut, depression, anxiety, possession, selling soul to devil, post s4 where both eddie and steve leave hawkins. there will be a few blurbs in this au, (in other parts: smut, degrading, possessive mean! eddie)

It was your idea to surprise your boyfriend with a tattoo. After months of him joking around about branding you as his in a more permanent way, you decided to do it.

A tattoo would last forever, it wouldn’t heal like teeth marks did or fade away like his hickeys would. His dick kicked up at the thought of his name scratched into your delicate skin. The same night he had mentioned it he had you face down in the sheets, burying himself deep within your walls until you were both out of breath. Panting, aching for and from one another. 

The date was set, and you knew better than to go to anyone but Eddie’s best friend to get it done, and Steve agreed to do it for free, since you’re Munson’s girl. 

He agreed to keep it secret because you had wanted to surprise Eddie, but as the appointment creeped up, you became more and more nervous about trying to keep your present for him under wraps. 

The day of the appointment landed on a Friday, the same night Eddie’s band was set to play at The Bloody Dime, an up and coming bar that was known for fights breaking out and drinks being cheap. 

Per his demands, you weren’t allowed within 10 feet of such a place, already having to find out the hard way when he beat the bricks off a guy who wouldn’t stop staring at you. 

Pretty baby like you doesn’t belong there, kitten… understand?

Steve’s shop was downtown from your apartment, a cozy little space nestled into a black brick building—Inked Demo spelled out with neon blue lights. 

The walls were covered with paintings of strange creatures you couldn’t imagine in your worst nightmares, deep reds and violent shades of purple. Various plants hung from the ceiling and were potted in planters or tucked into ornate little terrariums. 

It smelled of rich cedar and hand rolled cigarettes. The bell on the door dinged announcing your arrival and Steve stepped from behind the back wall. His hair was how it always was, slicked back in a dark wave, and he merely nodded to acknowledge your presence. 

“Cherry,” he greeted, using the name Eddie had introduced you to his friends. He wrapped you in a bone crushing hug, kissing your cheek gently before he held you at arms length. 

Out of all of Eddie’s friends, Steve knew you just as well as your own boyfriend did. 

A smile creeps across his lips as he lets your arms go and walks to a small desk. His tall frame slinking like a shadow as he clicks on a slim lamp and begins flipping through a binder full of current work and past tattoos. He finds the heart shaped cherries with Eddie written in pretty cursive underneath. 

They were perfect— Steve was able to capture your ideas through horrible explanations and give his own little twist to them. A modern mockup of American traditionalism with the speckles of glitter you had seen on Pinterest.

His eyes sparkle through the shadow from the light as he proudly holds up the drawing, “so… where we puttin’ this sucker?”

Originally you had thought to put it on your chest, but decided against it when Robin had told you how much her tattoo had hurt there, even more so when she had to get Barb’s name covered by a butterfly. 

Crossing the tiger print carpet to the black tattoo chair, you sit down gently with your ankles crossed, “umm, would it be weird to put it on my thigh?” you asked meekly, “kinda high up so it’s a little more private?”

Raising your skirt, you show Steve the placement. A slivered peek of scarlet lacy panties are visible beneath the hiked up fabric in your fingers, and he nearly bites a hole in his cheek to not look. 

“You could put it there,” he ponders, moving a large veiny hand through the slick of his hair, only to land on his chin to really sell the act of him thinking, tapping his bottom lip, “but ass tats are really popular.”

Eddie would go berserk seeing his name anywhere on your body, but you had to admit— there was something a little bit sexy about his name being tattooed only somewhere he could see. 

“Will it hurt?” 

His eyes light up as he grabs supplies to sanitize his work area clearing his throat, “haven’t had anyone cry yet, so I’m gonna go ahead and say no.” 

Steve’s reputation for his artwork spread far and wide, he was booked solid for months on end, self taught, making tons of money for a college drop out— despite what his dad had said. 

He had done all of Eddie’s tattoos including the enormous stretch of bat wings that spread across his shoulders and down the expanse of his back. Sharp talons protruding onto the beginning of his hips, curved around to his wrists. Steve had freehanded most of it, as if it were from memory. 

Biting your lip contemplating the placement, you think of Eddie and the swelling size of is cock as it split you open once he laid eyes on his name branded into your skin. 

“Okay,” you smile, “let’s do it.” 

Steve smirked and rubbed his jaw, “cool, lay on your stomach for me.”

Flipping onto your front you lay with your hands under your chin, looking up at him through your lashes, “like this?” 

Steve sits on the stool facing away from you, straightening his table and tattoo gun, looking over his shoulder meeting your eye, “yeah… that’s perfect, Cherry.” 

You watch in amusement as he sterilizes his work station and sets up the ink, “Eddie playin’ at the Dime tonight?” 

“Yep,” you sigh, thinking of all the time you’d spent alone while he was gone, “last show of their College Daze Tour, then back to finals, and normal life.” 

A scoff rumbles from Steve’s throat as he wraps his gun, “what’s even considered normal? Everything is pretty shitty around here.” 

Propping up on an elbow you set to argue with him, “going to class is normal, hanging out with our friends, partying, sleeping in the same bed instead of him crashing in the back of someone’s van— that’s all routine for me, for us…” you sigh a little, picking at your thumbs. 

Steve looks over and sees the sadness in your face, grabbing the pink disposable razor, “last I heard from him, he was looking to leave Corroded and start up somethin’ with a few guys from here. Can’t say I blame him, anything to do with home is hard to deal with.” 

Eddie never talked about Hawkins. The only thing you knew about it was that he and Steve got the hell out of there the year he graduated, never looking back, never visiting. 

“That’s the plan for now at least… honestly, I wish he would take a break for a while, but you know him— he’s really driven to be the best he can be.” 

Steve knew all too well. Spending nights awake staring out of his large apartment windows, missing the way things used to be, regretting everything that happened in Hawkins. 

 “Eddie’s…passionate…about the things he cares about, he’s always been that way.” 

That part was always true, Eddie carried his feelings on his sleeve, never afraid to show his emotions, or make sacrifices for people he loved. Steve himself was a living breathing reminder of that. 

“…alright Cherry,” his voice dripped with smoothness as he got closer to you, “everything’s ready…I’ll need to lift your skirt so I can prep the skin, you cool with that?” 

You reply with a yes, and feel the goosebumps prick at your skin as the cool air hits your exposed cheek. The rubber of Steve’s glove drags across your skin as he rubs in the sanitation spray. “‘m gonna shave you now.” 

This being your first tattoo you didn’t know what to expect, heat flooding your cheeks immediately, “oh my God is it hairy?” 

Steve chuckles low, a fan of his breath blowing warm against your skin, “not at all honey, it’s just standard procedure for any tattoo.” 

He was delicate as he ran the blade across you in small motions away from him. One rubber gloved hand held your skin taut, the other on the razor. Your ass bounced back to him after the last drag of the razor leaves your skin, and you swore you heard him suck in a breath. 

Steve had always been handsome, ever since the first time you met during that freshman year mixer in the backyard of some random frat house it was that he was rushing for. 

He was different then, preppy clothes and expensive shoes, surviving during the week just to live for the weekends. A flask with his name claim permanently pressed to his palm. King Steve. 

But somewhere along the lines of college stresses and life back in Hawkins— he changed, dropped out of college completely and dove into his natural talent. Making a name for himself, carving his own path. 

That was why you had fallen for him to begin with. 

“E-Eddie said you have a date this weekend, are you excited?” 

Steve wipes your skin with a paper towel and spreads a thick ointment to lay the stencil, “I wish he’d stop trying to set me up.” 

His thumbs sweep across the stencil laying it firmly in place, “oh c’mon Steven…Lydia’s cute, she’s in one of my elective art classes, she reminds me of you.” 

Steven. Nobody ever called him by his full name.

“Of me?”

Looking over your shoulder you meet his deep mossy eyes, “in a weird way I guess, yeah.”  

He looks back into your eyes, watching as you slowly blinked and drifted your gaze downward to where his large hands were still splayed across your ass. 

The dusting of hair on his arms tickled your skin when he pulled back gently, pinching a corner of the transfer paper and peeling it from you. He purses his lips and blows on the stencil lightly. 

Steve often thought back to the way things were three years ago. The way your eyes gleamed under the string patio lights, the scent of your vanilla perfume and how it seemed to bake deeper with the sun's rays on your skin. 

He remembered how your lips tasted like melted ice cream against his, and how deeply he craved to be floating in the candy confectionery of sugar and sprinkles with you in the center of it, center of his world. 

Steve shakes his head, trying to erase that time in his life but always coming up short. “This won’t hurt too bad, I’ll stop whenever you need, okay? It’s best if you lay down.”

Your chest tightens with nerves as you nod your head, pressing your cheek into the vinyl of the black headrest. 

The gun starts and Steve tells you he’s going to do the outline of the cherries first. The needle vibrates into your skin and you wince at the first few lines made but eventually getting used to the way your skin buzzed and the pain that came from it. 

You whimpered out in a few spots and Steve’s velvet voice shushed you gently, telling you the worst was almost over. 

“Outlining is finished,” Steve murmurs, rubbing ink from your skin, “you’re doing really good, honey.” 

Your mind slips to him saying those words in a different setting, a miniature golf course with clubs that were too short and a go-kart track. He had said it when you finally sunk your ball after par ten thousand on hole eleven. 

Sarcasm spread across his face and you wiggled your tongue at him and threw a middle finger his way. Only for him to chase you around the tiny windmills and grassy hills, catching up and tickling you under your arms until you were near to tears. 

You thought he would have kissed you that night, but to your surprise and dismay— he had waited for the third official date.

“Thank you,” you smile weakly. 

He returns the smile and looks away, clearing his throat, “the shading will be a cake walk, we’ll be done here before you know it…might even catch the end of Eddie’s show.” 

“Really?” you say with a spring of hope in your voice. He couldn’t dismiss how his friend's name made his mouth taste like poison, but how it made you weak in the knees. “That would be great, Steve.”

“Sure thing princess,” he nearly whispered, “lay back now, I’ll be done soon.” 

Steve tried to blank it all out as his tattoo gun spelled  Eddie in a cursive calligraphy he knew was yours. Letter by letter he swallowed down the feelings he had been harboring from you, from him— from everyone. 

He wished he had never taken you to that concert. He loathed himself for the way Eddie slithered between the two of you, how Eddie could have had any girl at that after party but he chose you simply because you were with him. 

Steve tried to deny him of it, tried to steer him toward another girl, a girl who wasn’t you. One he hadn’t been in love with, one who didn’t appear in his dreams despite the nightmares clouding in. But one low growl and a flash of those sharp fangs and Steve knew he didn’t stand a chance. 

Letter by letter he branded his friend’s name into your skin, giving the girl he loved a silent goodbye with every curve and final dot of the ‘i’.

“All done,” he said with a shaky throat, cleaning you up, “wanna see it?”

You nod and reach for his outstretched hand,  swinging your legs and standing to follow him to the mirror. It was perfect. Equal parts colorful yet traditional with a spark of modern flare added to it. 

“Steve,” you gasp, mouth hung open in adoration, “it’s beautiful!”

He rubs his neck and watches your reflection in the mirror, the way your mouth ticks up on the ends into the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.

His heart was aching knowing it wasn’t for him

[masteraqua]

put together some mockups to show off all my hard work on the typesetting for this fic. (you can see photos of the exterior here!)

i've included more of the nitty gritty details under the break in case you're interested :)

one of my favorite parts of this making this typeset was styling the journal entries for vexen, roxas, and xion. i spent a long time trying out different handwriting fonts, looking for options that felt authentic and full of character, but were still easy to read and identifiable at a glance. in the end i settled on these:

Vexen: Nothing You Could Do

Roxas: Ænigma Scrawl (BRK)

Xion: Waiting for the Sunrise

also, from the very beginning, i knew i wanted to recreate the ornaments that are used for the in-game title cards, seen here:

the bar is used primarily for the chapter headers and the emblem is used for the in-text dividers. the latter in particular took a lot of tweaking to get it print well at small sizes. i made my own vector objects for these and i'm happy to share them if anyone is interested!

here are close-ups of them in action:

my last little fun tidbit is this metadata page i made for the beginning of the book. i got fancy with the qr code and turned it into a decorative element :) turns out they still work if they're rotated! it links directly to the fic and looks pretty cool

[popjunkie42]

Resurrect Me

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Resurrect Me

Chapter One: Could Never Be Heaven Without You

Sometimes, she wakes up with tears in her eyes, soft on her cheeks. Those mornings she feels empty, but in a different way. Wrung out but clean. Some catharsis, some joy played out in her subconscious, lost to the sky with the stars that fade in the morning light.

Crying as if she was ripped away too soon. Crying as if she longed to dream again.

"A vivid imagination," Dr. Thesan calls it. But she had seen the intake forms. Temporary psychosis with auditory and visual hallucinations (hypnagogic/hypnopompic), delusions of grandeur, signs of dissociative identity.

Danger to herself and others.

Feyre Archeron is just trying to keep it together - her middling corporate job, her failing relationship with Tamlin, her abysmal mental health. Most days, she feels lost, adrift, out of place. So who could blame her when she starts having dreams about the tall, dark and handsome man she saw one day at the ramen shop? As the world seems to be unraveling around her, Feyre gives way to her curiosity about the mysterious stranger.

This fic is for @climbthemountain2020 for pushing me to get the idea out of my head and forever encouraging my brainrot! All the love to her and @witch-and-her-witcher for the beta reads and hyping me up in my docs. For @officialfeysandweek!

Warnings: please read the tags, Feyre is having a bad mental health time and there are references to depression, hallucinations and suicide.

I'm trying something new!!! Hope you enjoy my slightly eerie and depressing modern coffee shop AU 😂 Chapter two will be coming later this week!

Read on AO3 and have a snippet under the cut.

The world outside the window is the color of melancholy. 

Feyre would know. She watches in a trance as rain pours onto concrete streets in heavy sheets.

Thunder rattles through the noodle shop in the heart of downtown, stacked ceramic bowls chiming against each other in its wake.

Feyre closes her eyes, letting the vibrations of the storm rumble through her body. 

Hoping maybe it will shake something free.

With a sigh, she opens them again. 

The grey-blue day is beautiful, even this dark and overcast. She’s sitting at the high-top bar against the window front of the shop, a giant pane of glass shot through with black steel brackets. Rain streams down the pane, each drop in its own path, a race to join the running rivers of the sidewalk.

Today everything is muted. Dampened. She sees the loveliness of the rain, and in the city the feeling of everything being rinsed clean. The sky opening up and letting go, doing what she longs to do. 

She finally moves her hands away from the hot bowl of ramen to grab her chopsticks, feeling the loss of heat immediately. Handmade ceramic, textured matte black with sharp ridges under her fingers. Chopsticks swirl the fatty broth, pulling noodles up from the dregs and into her mouth.

She walked the three blocks to get here. Usually a nice mid-day escape from work, but today she was soaked through in minutes. Thought it would still be worth it on block one. Now her red leather flats are ruined. Just her one small, colorful rebellion against the black and white corporate suits she’s forced to wear.

The AC blows on her back as she drips onto the tile floor, and all she can think is she’s going to catch cold.

She jolts in her seat at the blare of her alarm, loud and piercing. Scrambles to hit snooze, swears she’ll change that noise to something less…jarring. 

She was supposed to be back at work twenty minutes ago.

-Sorry, I think I’m coming down with something, I need to take the rest of today off.

Feyre fires off a text to her boss and promptly hits do not disturb. 

He’s going to kill her. Those mockups were due to him yesterday, and she’s supposed to present at Friday morning’s all hands meeting. But the dread of going back outweighs the dread of his disappointment, so she turns her phone screen facedown and drips on the floor some more.

You’re being ridiculous. 

She knows it’s what everyone in her life has been thinking. These trials and tribulations she’s created for herself. If you just would have accepted Tamlin’s proposal, you wouldn’t have to work. You could move into that nice loft uptown and become a lady who lunches.

Stark white everything and restoration hardware, designer heels and Birkin bags, late downtown dinners with CEOs and board members, an endless litany of don’t worry about that, love.

Instead, she and Tamlin are on an ever-extending break and she’s back to clipping coupons before she grocery shops.

He had repeated the offer to her a dozen times, in fights and over Michelin-star meals. “You should move in at least. You’re paying too much for that apartment, and you have to commute hours every day. Even if I just want to see you for dinner. Aren’t you the one who said we need to spend more time together?”

It isn't like the world of corporate marketing gives her any sense of meaning in her life. Every morning, she wakes up with a sick feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. Sometimes she has to duck into the alley beside the vast skyscraper entrance, streams of black suits pouring in like lines of ants, and breathe in the smell of garbage and the city until it chases her inside.

Right now Feyre doesn’t have room for anything other than concentrating on this fine line between survival and keeping her mental health just stable enough to stop her from doing something rash.

But she is paying too much for her little hovel in Washington Heights. One bedroom, cockroaches bold as brass, the wet patch above her bed growing larger every week; an irregular tumor portending future disaster.

In a decisive movement, she picks up her bowl and slurps down the rich broth, letting it warm her through, deep into her belly. 

She’s chasing something - some feeling, some energy, some…serotonin. 

Lately her meds seem to cause her more trouble than good. She knows what Dr. Thesan would recommend: work up to the next dosage. 

He’ll want to know about her dreams. Sometimes he worries, other times he gives her a fond smile. “You have such a vivid imagination, Feyre. It’s a gift, really. But we need to make sure you can differentiate dreams from reality, hm?”

She’ll nod, of course. Disagreeing takes energy. Feyre’s in short supply these days. Neither is she exactly an expert as to what makes her feel happy. Whole. 

Broth sloshes around her stomach, rich and heavy. It’s her third bowl this week. And with every break of the chopsticks, she’s been quietly lying to herself about why she’s here again. 

The first time she saw him was last Monday. 1:03pm.

In her memory, she hears the bell ringing at the opening door as clear as day.

He’s all broad shoulders, in black from head to toe. A sweeping trench coat, Ralph Lauren maybe, fitted in the shoulders and waist, warm for the season but immaculate. His hair a soft blue-black. A silver ring glistening on his finger. The right, not the left. A long, confident stride up to the counter.

She had turned around on instinct, her mind barely catching up, when their eyes locked. Just for a split second. 

The sun had caught his face, all fine planes and angles, and she swore his eyes sparkled violet.

Even after a lifetime, she still hasn’t gotten used to that feeling. When color and form and line makes the breath catch in her throat. When everything aligns perfectly and she sees a vision in her mind, something that makes her fingers itch. 

But it’s been so long since she’s picked up a brush. 

So much heavy baggage there. Out of practice. Supplies hidden and drying out in closets and under her bed. Her tablet so old she can’t even get it to pair with her pencil. 

But that man in front of her, so stunning he shook old desires awake in her…Disappointment had bloomed in her chest as his eyes flickered away, like he hadn't even noticed the way his gaze had unmoored her. Like he was looking for someone else.

Hey, Archeron, you were almost just engaged, her voice whispered in her mind. 

But Feyre couldn’t get that thrill out of her mind. She was so hazy these days, just wading through the city streets like she was walking upstream, against the tide of bodies. Like she could just lift up her feet and be carried away. She longed for that, more than she would admit.

But when she saw those eyes…it was like something in her sparked alive again. Just for a minute.

He was just so damn beautiful.

Feyre blames the perfect rays of autumn light that were casting through the windows. 

That, and her period. It was due to start any day.

Since then, she hasn't been able to stop thinking about him. Even from just those too-short glimpses as he smiled politely at the hostess, grabbed a to-go bag and chopsticks, and left a healthy stack of bills as a tip. Shamelessly, she studied his profile all the way out the restaurant and down the sidewalk, moving as if in slow motion.

She’s come back every other day since.

You’re being stupid. Go home to your vibrating bullet. And maybe you could do your hair for once, go outside of your apartment after work hours, meet some people. Get it together, Feyre. You can’t lose it over a stranger.

What would she even say to him, if he did show up again? Come here often? Not as much as you’d think - I’d know because I’ve been watching you! Do you really think miso is superior to tonkotsu? Or, how do you feel about lost, unmotivated women drowning in clinical depression?

There’s no plan beyond seeing him again.

Feyre sighs, nibbling on bok choy, scanning the dining room for his face once more. 

Her life is too much of a mess, still barely treading water from her episodes, from the disorder of extricating herself from Tamlin, to do anything more than dream.

Still, something in her feels that beautiful face is worth the stretch in her going-out budget.

And besides, cool weather is coming. It is ramen season, after all. 

Read on AO3

[c-rose2081]

Dragon’s Flight (Dragon AU)

This wasn’t what Mal was ever expecting to find. She had to change herself a lot for Ben. He never asked her to, but she couldn’t ever be what she wanted while standing beside him. The Kingdom would never accept her and she couldn’t have it both ways. Despite all that had happened, despite all the change they’d made for the better, she wasn’t the same girl as before and couldn’t ever be while standing as Ben’s queen. Mal was willing to change because she loved him, she would always love Ben (who didn’t?). Yet there was a part of her that found it cruel, demeaning, and against her instincts to be something she wasn’t.

But up here, away from Auradon and Ben, free of the burdens of her life and the chains that came with humanity, there was immense beauty. And with Audrey of all people? It seemed so far fetched. Yet there was a beauty to her too, her pale pink hide shimmering like a million diamonds in the dying light of a bleeding afternoon. Mal’s heart swelled, watching a once burdened Princess dance on her updraft, having spent months after her curse alone in the wilderness, exploring a forgotten part of herself that Mal could only dream of finding. Her angelic birdsong—more animal than human—echoed on the breeze, bouncing off the walls of the Aurorian Valley. The Princess of this place truly belonged amongst these trees, far more than she ever did stuck within marble walls or behind gilded bars.

Audrey was more dragon than royalty. She was more dragon than Mal. And that made her simply breathtaking.

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Dragon girls! It’s officially Maldrey now, sorry not sorry. I really wanted to draw this scene. It’s been nagging at the back of my mind for a while.

Audrey wasn’t able to return home after becoming a dragon, so she’s been living in the woods, getting in touch with this new part of herself and losing more and more of her humanity every day.

Mal is opposite, having spent so much time trying to surpress her dragon except for emergencies that she doesn’t really know how to listen to her instincts or what it means to be a dragon. As kin of the same breed they are naturally pulled together despite their previous animosity, as dragons cannot be solitary and need a mate.

[morgenlich]

was talking some with @yandereleorio earlier about what a good reading/book tracking setup would look like for adults, and wasn't 100% satisfied with anything i saw so i decided to come up with a rough mockup of my own.

left page: a place to input the title, author, publishing year (we both read a lot of non fiction, especially history, when we do read lol so it felt like a good thing to add), and total page number. below that, a calendar where you can color in the circles for each day you read if you want to, and then what number of pages out of the total you read that week. bottom right has a place to write out the total you read that month. very bottom of the page has an empty bar to possibly serve as a more visual percentage tracker, if that appeals to you; if not you could totally just omit it.

right page: five empty stars that you can fill in to rate the book goodreads style, if you're so inclined. the rest of the page is lined, under the header "THOUGHTS," so you can write a review or use it to take notes as you read. if you wanted to keep track of the start and/or end date of the reading, you could totally add that here as well.

[wisteriasymphony]

I feel like the Ladyblog being its own website is something that would gel extremely well with 2000's style MLB and the way the internet worked at that time. Imagine Alya having multiple domain names under her belt with self-run blogs or pages, and within the first week of Ladybug and Chat Noir's appearance she's already scrambling to get www.ladyblog.com as well. The site is by modern standards an eyesore but it's clearly a labor of love, and the directory on the left hand side is a column of hyperlinks over a polka-dotted background image. For a while, the site has to be spread around by word of mouth, maybe even starting out as a project for school before evolving into something well-known throughout the entirety of Collége François Dupont, then to the city at large. At one point Alya is even able to get a flash animation of a familiar yoyo spinning across the top bar of the website, and later on the website has a custom cursor in the shape of a green paw.

Anyway I'm going to try and make a visual mockup for this because I have to get it out of my brain somehow

[sanches812]

12 Bar Framed Canvas Picture Mockups Vol.02

Designers venturing into the nightlife and entertainment sectors will find this mockup set indispensable. By effectively showcasing your artwork in a captivating bar setting, you unlock the potential to engage your audience more deeply, leading to increased interest and, ultimately, more conversion.

If you’re aiming to portray a luxurious yet relatable feel in your designs, consider incorporating the Bar Framed Canvas Picture Mockup Vol.02 into your creative process. Let your work speak volumes, and watch as it elevates the standards of visual storytelling in the nightlife industry.

Features

Dimension: 11648×6528 px, 38×21 in ( Ratio 16×9 )

Resolution: 300 Dpi

Extension: Psd

Quantity: 12 ( 3 horizontal and 9 vertical orientations )

Contains

Zip archive with 12 ready-to-use files. 12-Bar-Framed-Canvas-Picture-Mockup-Vol-02.zip ( Size: 3.22 Gb )

Help file with image color correction advice.

Textures.World Review: 12 Bar Framed Canvas Picture Mockups Vol.02

~ Thank you & Enjoy using ~

[lovestory]

Also can I just say how nice it is to have a holiday collection that’s well designed, creative and actually ready to ship and be here before the holidays instead of those insane 2-3 month pre orders that were happening with UMG for years - it’s nice to see actual product photos too. The bar is on the floor I know but the long pre orders and shitty quality/having inaccurate mockups put me off so bad from buying anything for a long time

[felondese]

rook stash

mulling over my rooks. i've got a couple of ideas to fit the classes/factions I'm most interested in and some guesses for their romances. I'll figure out most of the appearance details when we can play with the cc.

shit is out of control, y'all. i'm making one of every flavor, fuck it. i know who i am and how often i restart games. bg3 and my twenty-some save files are a recent memory. also nvm i did some mockups in a picrew thingie and now I'm fucking attached omg. and then i made kissy ones too. and another face one. fuck, yet another.

just stashing their deets here to fiddle with as i work out more particulars

hazel "rook" (like chess) ingellvar (mourn watch)

elf, city (crypt baby found by undead)

mage, death caller, staff

29, she/they nb, tall and thin, gothy/witchy makeup, curly blonde bob hairstyle

"British" rook voice, high pitch

blue diplomatic hawke with occasional spikes of red (how embarrassing)

e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - Let's talk this out.

idle animation: standing completely straight, arms linked behind back, poised. after a while, gives in and runs fingers through their hair to corral any stray curls, rubs their lips together to assess if lipstick needs to be reapplied, but tries to be subtle about it. eventually gives in and conjures a small mirror to check their reflection. on selection from party screen: stands even straighter, chest out shoulders back, and does a small curtsy, nodding like 'of course'

trained as a necromancer from a young age, joining mourn watch much younger than most. was one of their own, after all, and belonged without having to work for or prove it

a bit vain, takes pride in their appearance, fan of jewelry/accessories in the nevarran fashion/or maybe just emmrich fashion idk

bookish but curious about the world outside the necropolis

diplomatic by training but has a temper and low tolerance for inaction/impatient with bureaucracy, otherwise generally upbeat/positive

great enjoyer of puzzles and games, a real chess nerd

talented calligrapher and hobby artist, mostly sketches tombs they find inspiring, portraits of the undead detailing their decomposition (thinks it's neat)

full of fun fungi facts and a bit of an expert on the poisonous ones

fascinated by darkspawn and wants to study the blight, likes to collect samples of defeated enemies for later analysis

romances bellara (bonds over shared love of reading books and doodling in notebooks), emmrich is their mentor (headcanon)

previous relationships: as a little kid had a crush on manfred; heartbroken that he could not return their feelings, they never pursued love again. still, loves romance novels

team nerdy mages (bellara & emmrich) / mage-mage-mage party / necrotic-necrotic-electricity damage

ghil'ean "rook" (like the bird) aldwir (veil jumper)

elf, dalish, ghilan'nain's vallaslin (of course)

rogue, veil ranger, bow

33, she/her, average height, muscular for an elf (big arms/shoulders mmmm)

"British" rook voice, medium pitch

blue hawke, so good, so compassionate and kind

e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - Let's talk this out.

idle animation: a fidgeter, checks her nails, plays with a piece of hair, scratches an itch on the bottom of her foot, adjusts her arm wraps, picks lint off her cape. on selection from party screen, beams with enthusiasm and dances in place a bit

the veiliest of veil folk: veilguard, veil ranger, veil jumper

elfy elf, former scout for her clan where she learned to use a bow.

feels responsible for dread wolf/escaped gods situation

backstory: saved teammates during an expedition in arlathan forest, at the expense of a valuable artifact. loves her people <3

wary of humans/city elves at first, but warms up. fond of dwarves and intrigued by qunari. reluctant to leave the veil jumpers, strong attachments to them and to the dalish

rook = social, arboreal bird

can and will sleep anywhere, strong believer in the power of naps

nature lover, avid tree climber, explorer of elven ruins

rescues and rehabilitates wild animals (mother is the clan's halla-keeper, father is a hunter and trained hounds, family adopted many baby foxes/squirrels/crows and kept them as pets more or less)

previous relationships: a few but casual, including irelin, but who hasn't banged her? at least she has that in common with bellara ;)

romances davrin (bonds over assan, helps him with training) but may end up having a friends-to-lovers thing with harding (shared sense of duty, adventurous spirits, love of scout-stuff and archery stuff). good friends with bellara from veil jumpers work

team dalish elves saving the world yet again (davrin & bellara) / rogue-warrior-mage party (balance!) / electricity-fire-electricity damage

or team girl power (neve & harding) / mage-warrior-rogue / cold-electricity-physical

thea "rook" (like rookie) thorne (grey warden)

elf, city, anderfels native, orphaned young (tragic backstory with darkspawn-murdered family)

warrior, champion, sword & shield

22-23 (born just after fifth blight), she/her, small but strong/thick, kinda butch

"American" rook voice, low pitch

idle animation: working her jaw and glaring suspiciously, hands in her pockets, shoulders hunched. when selected on party screen, scowls at you and gives a reluctant shrug (being cool, not wanting to seem too eager to please)

red dialogue responses, aggressive/harsh, very black and white thinker, but mostly concerning the blight, everything else is less important, and having to point that out all the time irritates her

e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - Beat down the entire room to get the information.

trained with local militia as a teenager, eager to run off and join the wardens, despite warnings that she was basically signing up for slow suicide, if a noble suicide, and she was so young.

my favorite trope: little elf with a big ass sword and a bigger attitude

backstory: disobeyed orders to seal a tunnel to the deep roads, saving a village from a large darkspawn incursion (lost her family that way and Not. Again.). stepped away while tempers cooled.

mouthy, prone to boasting and exaggeration, hard opinions about right and wrong, so very young and sure of everything

new to wardenship but committed to protecting people from the blight

hobbies: prefers to stay active, be outdoors, spending free time training or exercising, hiking, hunting

previous relationships: if by relationships you mean fuckbuddies, oh yea. thank the maker the grey wardens are resistant to illness including venereal diseases or the order would never have made it this long

romances neve (i'm sure they'll bond over something that isn't just neve's beautiful brown eyes), besties with davrin

team hard hitters (davrin & neve) / warrior-warrior-mage party / fire-fire-ice damage

ursula philomena "rook" (like 'to cheat') mercar (shadow dragons)

qunari, vashoth (foundling adopted into and raised by human military family)

rogue, saboteur, bow (and bombs!)

37, she/her, small for qunari, wiry and quick

"British" rook voice, medium pitch

idle animation: checking her weapons, turning side to side to keep an eye on her surroundings, looking over her shoulder. when selected on a party screen, does a little chin gesture like 'sup?

mercenary turned criminal turned vigilante, comfortable with shady/criminal activity

gambler and drinker, enjoys loud taverns and live music. likes card games and relies on her winnings to get by sometimes between jobs

reddish purple dialogue responses. sassy but also a touch aggressive if she needs to be

e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - I'll do more than demand.

risk taker, down to earth, practical

has complicated feelings about tevinter (patriotic upbringing, a lot of resentment, happy to burn it down to end slavery)

adoptive family tried to raise a tanky warrior but got a skinny rogue. is as disappointed with them as they are with her. estranged

has had a few serious relationships, a few less serious flings, but she's been busy the last couple of years and out of the dating scene

romances taash (bonds over shared heritage, love of cash and things that go boom), tight with varric and harding

team not elves or humans (taash & harding) (we're workshopping the name) / rogue-warrior-rogue party / physical-fire-physical damage

or for reasons we'll explore in game together, strangely fond of lucanis, so takes him along in the party (with taash). team idk i got no cute theme for this yet / rogue-warrior-rogue / physical-fire-necrotic (more balanced)

feels like i'm neglecting lucanis and avoiding balanced parties. hmm might need a fifth rook concept. lords of fortune dwarf? something to ponder

beren "rook" (like the bird) laidir (lords of fortune)

dwarf, surfacer

rogue, duelist, daggers

30s, ftm he/him perhaps? show off those sexy top surgery scars

"American" rook voice, medium pitch

purplest of purple dialogue responses, can't take anything seriously, fond of taking the violent options for funsies e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - Beat down the entire bar to get information.

cool beard, eyeliner and facial piercings, tattoo'd face

idle animation: bounces in place and dances a little if left long enough, and also tends to hop every few steps out of boredom while walking (this is def for rp reasons and not because i use the space bar like a stimtoy while playing). does a little cheer when selected from a party screen

ran away from home as a teen and joined up with a ship's crew instead of continuing with the carta/family business

learned duelist specialization from isabela (headcanon)

can't make him wear a shirt

oh so many scars (including top surgery, which he shows off proudly). fights with daggers and is an accident waiting to happen, but scars add character and the ladies/lads love 'em!

collector of antiquities and shiny things, scavenger (rook = corvid, considered a pest or bad omen), but also random junk with no value. as eager to dumpster dive as to go treasure hunting in ruins

Trouble (note the capital T for emphasis). notoriously bad luck, always getting into wild and unlikely situations - blood-linked to the dread wolf is par for the course, really

mischievous, too curious for his own good (or others'), a snooper, a thief (in more of a 'oo shiny, i wants it' way with an afterthought of ''oo bet i can sell that too'), cursed to put his little grubby hands on everything

sees locks as a personal challenge, a taunt he cannot ignore, an affront to his nosiness, and it is his duty to unlock them. it's just askin' for it, really. he'll find a way in, one way or another, and is very smol and fits in many unlikely places. this dwarf can *climb*

has a genuinely good and caring heart, no real ill will towards anyone, even his enemies. hard to get on his bad side which is infuriating for some people, and he knows it. kill em with kindness and annoy them by being nice and helpful.

generous to a fault and yet somehow avoids being conned/taken advantage of, mostly by confusing would-be swindlers or annoying them into figuring it's not worth it

a "yes and" kind of guy, happy to go along with others' plans for interests' sake, does things purely to see what happens and because he's never done it before

will eat absolutely anything, good or bad, safe or suspiciously moldy. has a stomach of iron and food is fuel. anything with sugar is in danger, though, because he will gobble that shit up first

coffee? yes please. booze? yes! smoke? of course! illicit substances familiar or unfamiliar? why not!

absolutely zero instinct for self-preservation. danger? not a concern if there's adventure or loot on the line. not one to stay home picking lint off the sofa if there is (dangerous) fun to be had

personal hygiene is er, lacking. he is that peanuts' kid pigpen, just a cloud of dust around him at all times, a trail of debris in his wake. what's that in his hair? could be anything, really. fingernails? perpetually grubby. prefers to do his bathing in the sea

previous relationships: he's a treasure-hunting pirate and thus culturally a ho. for a dwarf, quite the ladies' and gents' man, charming in his strange way, hypnotizing his victims lovers with his adorable oddball 'rizz'. some say he's the blowjob king of llomerryn, mostly himself but other people too, for sure, have said that, or anyway you can't prove they didn't :P

romances davrin (for reasons including not limited to because his va is a sucky transphobe)? really who doesn't deserve a smol ginger dwarf pirate boyfriend? they'd all be so lucky

pre-veilguard team dwarf (varric & harding), buds with them

veilguard team spooky guys (emmrich & lucanis) / rogue-rogue-mage / necrotic-necrotic-necrotic, baby. specialists!

veilguard team ?? (davrin & neve) / fire-necrotic-ice

griselda "rook" (like a crow, of course) de riva (antivan crows)

city elf, mage, spellblade

zevran-coded appearance (long golden blonde hair, tanned complexion, tattoos?), delicate features, full lips, high cheekbones. big, catlike eyes

small stature, lithe and thin

American rook voice, higher pitch

she/her, early-to-mid twenties (just a baby), but an experienced killer

trained abroad in the in the [rivain? free marcher city?] crow enclave/franchise location, hence only knows lucanis by reputation. also why she has an American accent

only recently came to antiva when she earned her place as a full member of the crows. arrived in treviso just as the antaam did

idle animation: picking her nails with a dagger, swaying a bit in place, playing with a little wisp of magic and flipping it over her knuckles like a coin, fluttering her eyelashes at the camera and biting her lip/practicing her sexy pout. on party selection: a sly smirk and nod, unsheathing her dagger and letting magic crackle in her hand for effect (show-off)

dialogue responses vary depending on who she's talking to. can be very sweet/diplomatic even if it's hollow, more aggressive with anyone she doesn't like and isn't trying to fool

e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - I'll do more than demand.

demeanor is charming and playful, flirtatious. can appear innocent and childlike, surprisingly nonthreatening, to lure in her victims. all completely bullshit hiding cold brutality

romances lucanis (crow shit)

team ??? (lucanis & davrin) / mage-rogue-warrior / electricity-necrotic-fire

tobias "rook" (like a castle) ingellvar (mourn watch)

city elf, warrior, reaper

small and wiry but stronger than he looks

british rook voice, medium pitch

he/him, late twenties

idle animation: shifting from foot to foot, looking uncomfortable

red/harsh dialogue responses mostly, some blue/diplomatic, never purple (he does not joke)

e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - I'll do more than demad.

the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one, goth ed.

trained as a guardian of the necropolis, raised by mourn watch after being found in crypt as baby

does not startle easily, cannot sneak up on him

very dry sense of humor, revealed sparingly

rather cynical, pessimistic, distrustful of the living

romances emmrich (mourn watch love story)

team spooky (emmrich & lucanis) / warrior-mage-rogue / necrotic-necrotic-necrotic

bonus rook (lords of fortune qunari slayer)

i dont know who he is yet exactly, but he's a looker

theoretical team-ups:

bellara & emmrich + hazel (team nerdy mages) neve & harding + ghil'ean (team starter pack) bellara & davrin + ghil'ean (team dalish elves saving the world) neve & davrin + thea (team hard hitters) taash & davrin + thea (team gymbros) taash & harding + ursula (team lineage minorities) emmrich & davrin + beren (team spooky shield) taash & davrin + beren (team burning blade) taash & lucanis + griselda (team burning crows) lucanis & emmrich + griselda (team spooky crows) lucanis & emmrich + tobias (team spooky)

bellara || emmrich ||| davrin ||||| harding || neve || taash |||| lucanis ||

okay look i just want to bring davrin everywhere >.>

[emin-folly]

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title(s) that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! (then tag as many people as you have WIPs.)

Tagged by @ceeloilights~

I'll just doing my DC folder since I have way WAY too many WIPs for a normal person lol (long ass list is LONG, you've been warned~)

My DC art WIPs in alphabetical order:

Ace and Batman

Alan and Thomas

Alan n Hal

Alan

Allen fam

Armless

Auction

Awkward

Bar Spo (yeah I don't blame you for not understanding this one lol I sometimes like to abbreviate the names of the characters)

Bargain

Bard

Barry and Wally

Barry and Wally 2

Barry horse

Barry Iris

Barry Iris 2

Barry Iris date

Barry Jesse

Barry out of time

Barry possessed

Barry sketchdump

Barry study

Barry suit

Barry Superman 2

Barry

Bart the Menace

Batman and Riddler

Batman needing help

Battle of the Fashion Tastes

Bby Eo and Barry

Beach

Bringing Barry to life

Carrying Barry 1

Carrying Barry 2

Carrying Wonderflash

Cats

Cheetah

Choices

Clark reading Cinderella

Compromise

Consequence

Cover Flash

Cover mockup

Cover redraw fem

Crackship doodles

Creature Eo

Crossdressing Barry

CW Flash

CW Flash 2

Dark Flashpoint Eo Supes

Dark Flashpoint Eo ivy

DC Aftermath

DC Barry and Kitty

DC Barry vs Slade

DC Barry's obsession

DC Barry's weird fears

DC Bruce's Farm Madness

DC Dad brawl

DC Eo styles

DC Flash and Thawne

DC drawpile 1

DC drawpile 2

DC Fashion Tastes

DC Food Cramps

DC Hal's Stripper Discovery

DC Hole in the Ground

DC Human Disaster

DC Human

DC Interviews

DC Justice League Civilian

DC Mer Spell Gone Wrong

DC My Hero

DC Nobody wants to save Thawne

DC Off Worlding

DC Plan Backfire

DC Slade's new pet

DC SonicFlash

DC Speedster Realities

DC Speedsters and Bug

DC The No Speed Force Race

DC Welcoming Barry back

DC Bleached

DC Furries

DC Mer Funny

DC OC

DC pile

DC things

DC vampires au

DC vs vampires 2

Deer style

Flash AU doodles

Flash AU

Flash

Flashfam fluff

Doting

Dress up

Drunk Barry

Eo and Croc

Eo Barry civilian

EoHal

Eo medieval

Eo meme

Eo needs help

Eo outfit

Eo panel practice

Eo torn up

Eo vs Batman

Eo wants commitment

Eobard AU

Eobard AU 2

Eobard Ivy doodles

Eobard

EoBarry transformers

EoBarry

EoBeth

Eo Carol

EoHarlIvy

EoIvy

EoIvy 2

EoIvy Genderbend

EoIvy meeting

EoIvy talk

Eo's Coping Methods

Eo and Paradox

Eo mini Barry

Eo's verbal mess-ups

Eostar pickup

Fem Bard full body

Fem Eo

Fem Eo 2

Fem EoBarry

Fem Thawne

Flamboyant

Flirting

Funny Silver Age

Genderbend Eo

Gertrude

GL headaches

GL Human infestation

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Gotham

Hal in Thawne's body

Hal suspects faves

Hamlet

Hamlet 2

Hamlet 3

Hamlet 4

Hand

Heels

Horse

Hug

Injustice Eo

Injustice Eo dump

Injustice EoIvy

Iris gets powers

Iris holding a grudge

Ivy about Eo

JL silly faces

Justice

Linda and Barry

Manga Eo

Menace

Mer AU

Mer AU 2

Mer design concept

Mer Reverses

Mom J'onn

Monophobia

Monster Supes

Muzzle Barry

New suit

No speed

Obsessive Eo

OT3

Panel redraw Barry

Panic induced Rogues

Parallax Eo

Parody

Pathetic

Personal boundaries

Pet

Plaything

Poses

Pre new 52 memories

Prop up

Protect

Random doodles

Reverse fam

Rogues and Barry

Role reversal

Roy and Ralph

Sacred

Scarlet Speedster

Secret

Shibari

Shift

Ship comic

Ship

Sin

Sleep

Sleepover

Speed dancing

Speed Force and Eo

StarFlash

Swan Thawne

Symbolism

Teacher

Team up Thomas and Baby Bruce

Thomas and Barry

Touchy feely

Vampire Barry

Wally Shayera AU

Wally talks to Barry

What Eo eats

Wipeout

Women

Wonderflash doodles

Wonderflash 2

xxx

xxx 2

Zoom prodigy

As for who I'm tagging, I don't really know who to pick specifically so the person reading this, boop you're it! :>

[bunnydevs]

THEME DESIGN: #001 [ catch ]

Started as a project to redesign an old theme mockup of mine. This is not a current functioning theme, it has yet to be built. Geared more toward artists. Originally was going to be more pokemon inspired, but got adjusted over time. The posts are just placeholders.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ CREDITS ! @pastadoughie's cute halloween kitty ask post! !!TUMBLR POST!! @maple-and-pie 's post is used in this mockup, as is a photo of some stickers available in their shop. They have super cute art, so definitely check it out. !! KO-FI !! | !!TUMBLR POST!! | !! STICKER SHEETS !! @puffychi 's shop items were used in the "shop pop up" mockup. I'll link to them directly, all of the stuff on the site is adorable! !!SHOP!! | !!PHOTOCARD HOLDERS!! | !!MILK CHARMS!! | !!ALCREMIE STICKERS!!

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ THEME FEATURES ! 𖦹 Two Pop-Ups (shop + about) 𖦹 Grid-like posting 𖦹 infinite scrolling 𖦹 responsive HP bar 𖦹 "recent" sidebar with optional price (for artists selling commissions/etc) 𖦹 status tab 𖦹 customizable "LVL" next to icon/avatar 𖦹 right-hand tabs for easy pop navigation 𖦹 posts 500-600px 𖦹 contained posts

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ PLANNED UPDATES/OTHER ! 𖦹 colors customization options (for everything, including pop ups) 𖦹 hover float fx 𖦹 floating tabs 𖦹 mini welcome message optional pop up 𖦹 commissions page 𖦹 featured gallery page 𖦹 mini wishlist option (for those scrolling through the shop pop up)

If you have any ideas, send me an ask! There's a chance I add it to the design draft + the theme itself. I'm not sure when the functioning theme will be finished, but I'll post as soon as it's done.

[spearxwind]

now im thinking about cercerion and how ive been wanting to do more soulsborne mockups of him as a boss, the problem is that i have way too many titles I want to give him because all of them sound so cool

so what I've compromised with until now is that he would be a three phase boss, the first phase being regular Cer (blue) "The Grief of the Storm", the second phase would be Rion (orange) "The Tyrant of the Storm" and the last phase would be both of them (both blue and orange clashing for dominance) "Cercerion, The Apocalypse"

during the last fight the more you damage his health bar the more the name glitches out and turns into "YOU REAP WHAT YOU HAVE SOWN" and the more intense the fight gets the more the map gets destroyed with huge chunks of earth flying up into the sky because of the electromagnetic field he's generating

since his whole story arc is about repenting for what he did (destroyed the world by losing control and giving into anger) it'd be really really ironic to have him be a boss fight where you FORCE him to destroy the world just to fight you

and then maybe you do kill him at the end. but at what cost.