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[mindsmade]

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[skazoo]

slow and blue and endless.

↳ kim taehyung x f!reader

someone stared at you through the window. you had always felt safe in your own home, shutting out the scary, real world. but a window is just glass, and glass… oh it breaks so, so easily.

length. 1.7k

genre. angst, yandere

warnings/tags. language, obsessive behavior, implied stalking, yandere themes, mind break, emotional manipulation, love bombing(?), mention of mental illnesses, physical violence, kinda gruesome allusion to murder, dark themes overall, minors advised to dni.

networks. none for this.

notes. [THIS IS A REPOST BC TUMBLR TAGS WON'T WORK AND I ALMOST CRIED<;3]

GAH these photos are so 80s serial killer making a creepy videotape that's gonna get edited in a true crime documentary coded...... i know you're seeing my vision, i KNOW it.... anywayyyyyy this is kinda not proofread, and i wrote it while i was supposed to be studying for my exams a while back!! because when am i inspired if not when i shouldn't be?? i hope you like it and i swear something is almost ready for me to publish please wait a little longer (for my engenes and atiny besties)

⚠️ it goes without saying that i in no way condone any obsessive/stalking/creepy/violent behavior and despite this being "x reader" i'm not in any way romanticizing anything i'm writing. also this, as you all know, is fiction and names are merely a narrating mean. ⚠️

i'm desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!

(cross-posted on ao3 only)

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in a way you’ve always loved him. he knows. you don’t even have to say it out loud for him to be happy. 

but sometimes it feels like you take him for granted. sometimes you make him really, really angry and that, he can’t let pass. and it's not for his sake but for yours. always everything for you. he has to make you understand that there are things you can’t do if you want to stay safe from the outside world. safe from him, sometimes.

running away is one of those ugly, wretched things you know well he hates, and he slams you against the wall and drags you back through the front door into the house by your hair, he bashes your head on the kitchen counter, near the fire of the stove he’s been preparing lunch with to make you understand a concept you're apparently too dumb to grasp.

“what the fuck did i tell you about running, uh?” seething with undiluted rage .

“i just wanted to go outside, tae. i swear!”

“i said what the fuck did i tell you about running!? do you understand how much it would hurt me to see you go?!” his voice booms inside the walls of your head, an endless echo that makes bitter tears gather at the back of your eyes and spill over.

your face is burning. tongues of fire lick at your cheeks, a scorching caress that reminds you of taehyung's. his palm always leaves a brand behind, reminding him and yourself that he’s there. 

your hands scramble for his in a miserable attempt to lessen his hold. “i’m sorry, tae! so sorry, please! please!”

his closed fist in your hair pushes your head closer to the heat. “i’ll fucking kill you if i have to, you know that right–” it’s not a question, merely a promise, but you nod anyway, frantically, desperately– “they’ll never stop finding your body, baby. do you understand?” he screams and shakes you with his hands tight in your hair when you only cry in response.

“i said,” leaning in, mouth brushing over your ear. chills go down your back as his voice turns sickeningly mellow as if he’s whispering sweet nothings instead of threats, “do you understand?”

“yes! yes! god, yes i understand! tae, i’m so sorry! it’s all my fault! it’s all my fault!”

your mindless babbles seem to humor him and he moves your head at a safer distance. “and why is that?”

“ ‘twas my fault! i put myself in danger if i run. tae, please! i’m so sorry!” 

and you cry and cry and cry until you have nothing to give. until there’s only emptiness in your head that’s resting on his shoulder. until his shushes really feel reassuring. until he sits you down at the table to eat the lunch he prepared, the one that was so close to killing you. you nibble on it, too weak to really even taste the flavors.

he breaks the empty silence between you with a question. you startle at the sound of his voice and force your heavy eyes to focus on him.

“aren't you curious? about why i chose you?”

“no.”

he scrunches his eyebrows and regards you with a slightly displeased look that has you shrinking back on your chair. 

“but i want to tell you…” he whines.

you don’t say anything about his antics. despite him behaving like a child you’re terrified of what his reaction would be if you actually treated him like one, so you press your lips together and wait. 

“i like people that like me.” and it’s so simple how he says it. obvious, even.

“but why do you think i like you?” quietly, meekly.

he seems to like the question, his boxy smile one full of teeth that in other circumstances you would have found endearing. now it only makes him look like a predator, an animal, drool dribbling down his fangs, jaw ready to snap close around your neck if —and ultimately, when— you say or do the wrong thing. 

“oh, i was so happy, Y/N,” he coos, your name curling in his mouth with ease, as if you’re always been around each other, as if it belongs there, “that when i chose you, you came with me.”

your mouth gapes open at the absurdity of it all. you wonder if he really thinks that you wanted all of this, that you wanted to be taken from your home. you’d ask your old psychology professor if you’d be correct to label him as a narcissist of sorts. a man with too much power, and free time, and loneliness to exhaust all on himself that he had to go around looking for a scapegoat for his secret misery.  

“i didn’t– i didn’t come to you, taehyung. i didn’t have a choice.”

“so you were almost forced to come?”

“no,” it comes out more as a question than an answer and you lower your head in search of a way to rationalize the conversation at hand, “i was completely forced–”

“that’s what you tell yourself,” he retorts before you can even finish your sentence.

“it’s what i know is true,” you spit somewhat offended by his insinuation.  

his smile is a sick thing when you raise your head from the food on your plate —cold and uninviting. the smell alone makes you want to throw up. 

“are you sure?”

your anger leaves space for an unnerving sense of confusion. “what does that– what?”

your frown deepens as you watch him play around with his lunch. you follow his hands pushing back his glasses on his nose. the sick look of complacency that dances on his face seems to speak words that make the hairs at the back of your neck raise in dreadful anticipation. i know something about you that you don’t, his eyes say, and that alone is enough to make you want to scream.

he knows nothing!, you’d be shouting to the usually calm neighborhood, i haven’t told him anything about myself. he can’t know anything! he knows nothing! he knows nothing! you’d holler to the kids walking home from school hand in hand with their mothers who’d be looking at you with contempt, unaware of who lives among them. a wolf in sheep's clothing that could easily make you look like a psychopath. 

you’d do it, you swear to yourself that you’d do it all if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve got the inkling fear that you’ve truly gone mad. the doubt that crawls on your back and makes its way in your ears, slithering then, with much glee into your delusional brain.

how long have you been in this house? his house or the one you bought together once you finished college? did you meet him on a slow rainy day outside a coffee shop or did you catch him staring at you from the window before he broke in and took you from your bed, leaving behind torn sheets and a broken frame with a picture of your friends? does your mind deceive you? are you sane? is he?

it feels like you've had this exact same conversation with him an infinite number of times, always stuck in a loop of unease and sadness that you really can’t explain. loving looks sent your way melt into scary grimaces sometimes and all you can feel is guilt because that’s tae. your tae. the man you chose, the man that chose you.

you realize your vacant eyes are crying when you feel a thumb swipe your cheek with a gentleness that makes your stomach churn in disgust and again a voice tells you that there’s something wrong with you.

“baby, are you alright?”

the way you look at him does nothing to the sick warmth brewing in his stomach. your shiny little doe eyes peeking up at him from under wet lashes, asking for forgiveness that taehyung would never deny you. nose red from the frustration of being lost in your own mind and mouth parted as if to ask him to show you the way, the truth that you seem to have lost.

he stands up and rounds the table to you for you to bury your head in his chest. sobs shake your tired form.

“shh, it’s okay, baby. i swear everything it’s okay. it happens to forget.”

“i’m sorry, tae,” you plead through broken breaths. “i’m so sorry, please.”

he shushes you. lips plant themselves in the crown of your head, a hand rubs at your back soothingly.  

later, in the late evening, you lie in your bed. a bed. the sheets smell of him and the air you breathe does not feel like the one you're used to, but you’re calm. you think you are. maybe.

soft snores sound from behind you and you attempt to turn your head to make sure it’s him. 

“tae?” you let out a whisper. not one that expects itself to be heard.

“yeah?” voice hoarse from sleep.

“nothing.”

he buries his nose in the hair at the nape of your neck, inhaling the shampoo he bought for you. “what?”

“just wanted to make sure you were still here.”

“i’m always here, baby.”

you hum.

minutes pass slowly, like molasses, as if the hand of the seconds inside the alarm on your nightstand is fighting an invisible force, a wall of rubber that threatens to bounce time back. you think he’s fallen back asleep. breath slowing, chest heaving, lulling you to slumber.

you close your eyes. “tae?”

he doesn’t answer. a car alarm sounds from outside the closed curtains, its prolonged blaring bringing a certain agitation in your otherwise silent night. a breath of summer wind leaves bumps on your skin in its wake. you sigh and his arms tighten around your torso. an unconscious gesture, soft, loving.

“i dream of you–” you let your words sink into the air, into the boiling water you carry around in your lungs that doesn’t let you breathe properly, and you shiver again but not from the chill bite of the wind “–and it’s slow, and blue, and endless.”

behind you, taehyung’s mouth stretches into a smile.

in a way, you’ve always loved him. he’s certain of it now as he was before. and even if you didn’t, he will always make sure to make it a reality, one way or the other. wether you want it or not.

taglist: @taevestr @fa1ryjoons @vcutvante

[poupeesdecirque]

Here he is ....

... random funfact: he can't sit down his pants are too tight. Doll Lavi will never sit in a chair :'D this makes me laugh so much. Also I love how the sizes for him and Bookman turned out, it was such a good decision to get the small body for Bookman.

Still can't believe he is done. 1 1/2 years after I bought the first shell, a bit over a year after I got told he will not happen. I had given up on him to be honest.

For those who are interested, more insight babbling under the cut:

As I got the new head I was not sure if I could make it work for Lavi, the promotional photos were a bit blurred, I just hoped for the best. The arrival was not .. sparking much for me as he was just too tainted still. The thing I enjoy the most was making wigs and even that was kind of not working for him bc the fiber was weird to deal with. I decided to give him the body I originally bought for Kanda as the other one would mess up their heights, so he became a full doll earlier. As the body got shipped I painted the head and was still pretty bummed about it but I wanted to give it a try at least.

When I finally started working towards my emotional backlog regarding the dolls and wrote a blog entry about my 'tainted' dolls it somehow .. clicked for me? Like, I had painted the head short before I wrote the entry and I went the next day and repainted him, somehow I felt like the burden was gone and I started to bond with him???

January was a super intense doll month for me, I worked through more dolls than I did in the year prior, went down from overall 14 Work in Progress dolls to ... 6. That still baffles me a bit as majority was sewing and I don't even like sewing that much.

I got the first two days of February off and decided to give Lavi a try, he felt like a bottomless pit with all the details but somehow working on him, especially the harder parts, was ... okay? Like, yeah, it took forever bc it was so much hand stitching but as I went slow and had expierence from Lenalee & Bookman I was able to trust my skills.

On the third day as I cut the wig and put him next to my window for the almost final photos I just was in denial that he was done. I added the hammer then and ... I have a Lavi.

A doll I had given up upon, it feels like the "preorders of hell" are finally done, at least mentally, the whole situation, I feel like I am more free again. I enjoy having projects of course but it was a mental burden and it's almost gone.

Edit:

I have to say, now, 2 months after finishing him, getting in character photos of him done is hard as the face is limited and I kind of regret getting that body as it's just a brick. I'm glad though i swapped it as Kanda needs a body that allows more movement, Lavi in general is not the type for dynamic poses. Overall I still have to get used to him, but it's like that with a lot of dolls. The Storyteller needed 2 years :')

[uglyduckling339]

KY'S LIFE IS STRANGE DOUBLE EXPOSURE NONSENSE LIVEBLOG: Chapter 1

(spoilers obvi) (these will only make sense if u watched or played the game and even then it may be shakey lmao)

tutorial

(edit lmfao i forgot to post this on wednesday, its been sitting in my drafts so thats y some of the comments sound weird)

chat i fear this was such a bad playthrough on my behalf...

LOVE LOVE LOVE max having trauma. i want to see her suffer in this game

LIS2 PHOTO !!!!

something i havent seen alot of people mention is the fact that bc they have a diff pose, it's likely that they took a bunch (or at least 2) selfies and gave one to david then kept the other. (also means rhat chloe could have a version of this pic as well !!!!)

pricefield travelling bc they couldn't js settle down </3 (somebody remind me and i'll do my pricefield analysis btw)

depending on the outfit you pick, max can have pink tips !!!! #canonpinkhair

JOURNAL .

OH MY GOD SHES WRITING TO CHLOE.

stop okay i love this new journal. the idea that post storm she got a whole new one; max dissociating after the storm (she says the days blurred n stuff), max always being "stuck in the past", chloe never looking at her the same after she learned abt joyce, so much angst oml

"she left me" oh my god

okay i need to move on from the journal lmfao

ngl i actually love amanda as a friend. she fr brought max food and noticed rhat taking pictures helps her cope best

okayyy reggie is my new fav side character. he's such a cutie pootie fr

ew it's fake rachel amber

VINH?? THE VINH??

TAKE THAT BIPHOBIC MAX "FANS"

vinh and max have chemistry better then her and Amanda i fear

LMFAOO?? WHY DOES MAX HAVE THE REPUATION OF A LOCK-PICK?? WHAT DID SHE DO BRUH💀😭

i need gwen so badly tbh. i'm like 80% sure shes not evil and she's rhe david madsen of this game

actually ykw i need ALL of yall. this whole game is full of baddies

i love the accent that safi and her mom have.

that suicide question is fucking stupid bc?? the game is about solving a murder?? who would pick the probably option thats crazy (girl who picked the probably option)

i'm ngl from this point onward i started lowkey speedrunning the game and thats when i fucked up so i'm gonna replay soon and slow tf down😭😭

LORETTA WHEN I CATCH YOU LORETTA.

LET ME GET HER. LEMME AT HER.

im gonna beat this bitches ass oh my god

GWEN NO CUM BACK- I MEAN CUM- I MEAN CU-

shit i think gwen's rhe one i need to actually like me but like😭 im so bad without rewind

i love moses but blud is yappin too much tbh

yes king i miss her too. yes king men can cry too. yes king you can grieve. now give me magic

bye why is loretta theatening max.

max is SO unbothered by that threat💀 shes like "i rewound time to save my ex-gf from being shot and the kid who shot her continued to harass me for the rest of rhe week until my professor murdered him (and kidnapped me and killed my ex gf), this is so NOT a big deal"

chat so i MAY have gotten scared after gwen and avoided beefing with lucas. another mistake to fix next gameplay ig

yay magic

i miss using L2. R1 is such a stupid ass button

okay so all in all, its so interesting to see the ending percentages. especially knowing that its mostly super fans bc of the ultimate thing.

also interesting that as of 8pm EST on opening day, 59% of players chose bae>bay. also like a overwhelming majority romanced chloe and that is SO important to note to me

i'm 100% gonna resume chapter 2 tmmr and rhen likely start a new save at some point next week to slow down and REALLY focus on the details that i missed cuz i missed hella stuff

[barrnes]

my sheets need changing, my water filter needs changing, my hair needs cutting, i need to get a new job bc this one's slowly destroying me, i need therapy, i need to free space on my phone, i need a new laptop bc my current one is old and slow and its operating system will soon stop being supported, i need to re-make my website bc i need it for jobhunting, i need to edit so many photos i've left untouched for years, i need to update my linkedin but how do i make it good enough for any potential employers in any industry bc my industry is barely hiring, i need to do more exercise, i need to figure out what to eat and how to spend as little money as possible until i get paid, oh and i need to also go to work and pretend i'm alright and functioning, and i also need a new eyesight checkup, oh and

[mcalhenwrites]

I'm actually getting very excited to share Geckos, Automata. I've been sick the past few days and have an event next Saturday, but I've been chipping away at editing in-between things. I had to rewrite some chapters toward the end. They were rather rushed. Not that I mind short chapters. Kind of relief to have chapters that are rarely over 2k and even some lower than 1k after Seasons, where I think the average chapter is 5k... (I should check that sometime.)

Geckos, Automata will probably be under 75k by the time I'm done editing and rewriting sections. That's refreshing. I'm so glad it's a short story! I can write short stories? WHO KNEW?! (So many of mine are long. Nearly every story in the dragon universe is going to be 250k+ on average, given what I have planned for them...) Anyway. Life is kind of weird. I am not finding work that I can do with my health, and transportation is an issue until I have a job. (I want to buy my mom's car off of her before my dad decides to trade it in when they go to get her a new one. The car was T-boned when a truck ran a stop sign, and the place that fixed it did a shit job so my parents had to put down another $1600 to further fix issues that were ignored. I would give them more money than a trade at this point, and the car is sufficient for minor errands.) Here's hoping my writing takes off, since apparently my health is just a shit show. But I do have coverage so I'm slowly but surely making appointments. Next month, I see a doctor about getting tested for Sjogren's and other issues. I've been going to the library in the next town over, and I plan to get two more library cards (one for the city nearby, one for my town) soon. I checked out Wolfsong by TJ Klune and need the rest of the books, the city has them but one of them has a huge waiting list... I am in love with this series! Anyway. That's all. Have a picture of "my" cats. (Roommate's, technically, but they're sharing.)

They are Barnaby and Mildred (yes those are OC names as well, but listen) and we call them BB and Millie. Or Princess Millie, Reverse Card (he has a spot on his back that's white, a spot on his white stomach that is black), Silly Millie, and like... a thousand other things. BB is complaining bc I put their fishing rod toy on the ceiling fan for a few minutes to go do something real quick before I went back to playing with them... (It's a ribbon. I didn't want them getting wrapped up in it.) Millie is my best friend. ;A; I'm slowly convincing her my lap is a place to snuggle on. BB is the most hyperactive cat I have ever met and likes my roommate more and thinks I'm just a food/treat dispenser and the person who should play even when I'm TRYING TO EAT AFTER PLAYING WITH THEM TWO STRAIGHT HOURS OMG SLOW DOWN CHILD I BEG YOU (They're 2+ years old and former outdoor kitties, we adopted them back in January. BB actually has the TNR clipped ear, hard to see in this photo but his gorgeous ear, I hate that they did that to it... ;A; )

[canineical]

okay! under the read more cut bc i don't wanna fill anyone's dash, but some tumblr intentions (+ items to check off) before i try n make my way back on here:

- chill out with trying to make my blog beautiful 💀 i’ve always wanted things to look nice, and i still do, but i think i tend to obsess over it to the point of not enjoying tumblr, and i’d like to change that

—> subset of that is that i’m gonna edit my theme n stuff to feel more homey & like me and less like an art museum LMAO. just a note to myself

- i want to actually post my own stuff more! thoughts & photos & writing & ideas

- send asks & dms and write comments more! i think that, except for when i was on writeblr specifically, tumblr has always felt a little bit insular for me… i want to interact w/ people and have a little community :]

- i'm kind of unsure abt some things with tumblr still, mainly that i use a couple other text based social medias, and i'm worried that i'm going to end up copy-pasting & posting the same things across all the platforms, so i'm trying to think about how i can limit that and make it feel more organic

—> subthought there is that the organic feeling will probably come with community, because i'll want to tell y'all about different things in my life, but i'm still not super sure

—> i wonder if i might wanna dedicate these different platforms to different aspects of my life? not like rigidly or exclusively, but generally. so far it's seeming like my mastodon hears more abt my school/STEM/politics ideas, so maybe tumblr can be more artsy n interests ? and spacehey might look more like me just talking about my everyday life... not quite sure, just spitballing

—> also if y'all have any ideas on this one, please share !!

- see where it takes me ! i want to take tumblr less seriously… enjoy what it brings me n have fun w it! i don’t need to maintain some sort of persona or anything…

i want to take it slow here ! avoid algorithmic bullshit, try and find the people & things that enrich my life :] looking forward to being back !

[mashmouths]

started answering @tired--misu's ask for the music ask game and tumblr ate it so now it has to be a regular post bc this website works so well all of the time <3 (i don't have the wording of the original ask but i do have all the prompts so i'm just gonna put those here, sorry for the weird format <3)

anyway! thank you for the ask and also the kind words! <3 <3 <3 <3 this is going to be lengthy <3 <3 <3 <3

1 : a song you like with a color in the title

my first thought was "ruby blue" by roísín murphy and while i stand by that, it wouldn't be me if i didn't include bendigo fletcher so also "morning room blue," "to the red river," and "green murder" <3

3 : a song that reminds you of summertime

i think i said dispatch last time so for my pop girlies let's say rina sawayama's "cherry" (or "airplane" by stray kids bc the first time i heard it i was driving back from my summer job night shift so now i associate it with july sunrises)

6 : a song that makes you want to dance

if i ever choreograph something i think it'd have to be to stromae's "ave cesaria" or a perfume genius song like "otherside" <3 a more casual 'get up and dance' song is probably "michuul" by duckwrth or "photo id" by remi wolf (or journey's "open arms" bc my mom and i have choreo we do when ever it comes on)

9 : a song that makes you happy

"ichidaiji" by polkadot stingray! or basically any twice song (like "like ooh-ahh" or "tt" or "likey" or "alcohol-free" or "the feels" etc etc <3 love them)

11 : a song that you never get tired of

"smooth" by santana feat. rob thomas <3 or of course "quiereme" by johnny sky, i can't think of a single time i've skipped that song? or "heyday" by stray kids or "我愛你" by cody・lee(李)

13 : one of your favorite 80’s songs

journey's "ask the lonely" is near the top of my on repeat atm so i have to include her, i LOVE journey especially "wheel in the sky" (which apparently came out in 1978 but i know it from a 1988 album and she's my fav so she's staying) <3 also "rock the casbah" by the clash and whitney houston's "i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me)" and "el muchacho de los ojos tristes" by jeanette or kate bush's anything <3 (obligatory "running up that hill (a deal with god)" link <3 also "wuthering heights" came out in 1977 but i'm linking it anyway)

14 : a song that you would love played at your wedding

"wonderfully bizarre" by bendigo fletcher hands down (or "para siempre" by vicente fernández or "the book of love" by the magnetic fields <3 i haven't been to a wedding in over a decade idk what kind of music they play <3)

edit : okay sorry to add Another song but i'm on a journey kick recently and when i wrote this i'd forgotten about The Wedding Song Ever, "when you love a woman" like just imagine slow dancing to this. insanity. okay that's it <3

15 : a song that is a cover by another artist

nina simone's "my baby just cares for me" forever and ever and ever

17 : a song that you would sing a duet with on karaoke

i've never done real karaoke so idk what songs are best-suited to it but i can say with confidence that i would go crazy on "gimme! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight)" by abba with whoever wanted to join me

23 : a song that you think everybody should listen to

"gimme! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight)" by abba or literally any bendigo fletcher song

26 : a song that makes you want to fall in love

nina simone's "my baby just cares for me" again or the magnetic fields' "when my boy walks down the street"

28 : a song by an artist with a voice that you love

"my love" by florence + the machine !! i have to be honest tea you changed my life with this song <3 <3 <3 or or or "last night" by arooj aftab or "be sweet" by japanese breakfast :3

[cumulohimbus]

Cumulohimbus's 2023 Digital Painting/Drawing Program Ranking

*Note: this is purely my opinion, and only includes programs I have personally used.*

Digital Painting/Drawing Programs from best to worst

Paint Tool SAI

Krita

Clip Studio Paint

Adobe Photoshop

GIMP

Medibang Paint (Mobile)

Breakdowns under the cut

Paint Tool SAI - Pros: lightweight/fast/responsive, one-time purchase, easy to navigate. Cons: not as many bells and whistles or editing capabilities as other programs, there is a monetary cost associated with it (it is allegedly easily piratable, but I would recommend paying the ~$45 USD to purchase it bc I think it's worth supporting the creator). Probably still my favorite program to use, Paint Tool SAI just runs really well. It's quite beginner friendly, but doesn't have all of the editing capabilities of other programs. That said, it's specifically for digital painting and drawing, and it does a phenomenal job when used for those purposes. 9/10.

Krita - Pros: free, has almost all of the same things you would find in commercial products including basic animation capabilities (I believe they're working on expanding and improving these as well). Cons: runs a bit slow at times, layers & layer modes are kinda complicated to figure out. I got Krita not too terribly long ago, and after exploring it a bit, I think it's perfectly viable up alongside commercial programs. It can lag a little at times, and it has a bit of a learning curve, even for those familiar with digital painting/drawing programs, particularly in how to set up layers and layer modes (I have a document set up to remind of certain steps in Krita, like how to make clipping masks). Other than that though, I'm excited to see the improvements it gets going forward. 8/10.

Clip Studio Paint - Pros: an all around solid program with lots of unique tools and access to a user community where you can acquire additional assets, highly customizable. Cons: paid license subscriptions 🤮, can run slow and lag at times, limited brush options at the start. I tested out CSP fully for the first time yesterday and I was pretty impressed by its capabilities. I especially enjoyed the ability to pull up a bunch of reference images in a sub view window, and a seemingly infinite color history which was super helpful in painting. I wish there had been more brush preset from the get-go so didn't have to teach myself how to get/make more, but the ones that are there are decent enough, and I'll probably use CSP some more before my free 2-year license of it expires. That said, I am disgusted by the paid subscription cost, and if you're a low-income artist, Krita can do a majority of what CSP can, for no cost. 7.5/10.

Adobe Photoshop/Illustrator - Pros: I mean, they can do what you want them to do I guess. Cons: paid license subscriptions 🤮 (by Adobe 🤮🤮). Joking and hatred of big corporations aside, I think both Photoshop and Illustrator would be better if they had more tools for painting/drawing, but you'll still be able to accomplish everything you hope to with them. They're two really well-known programs; Photoshop especially is frequently used for digital painting/drawing, but it's not really built for that. It's got a lot more photo editing capabilities (as it's name implies) than tools for digital painting/drawing/ illustration, though it can do those things just fine. Adobe Fresco is the program that's supposed to be more painterly, but I haven't tried that one out. Not going to give Adobe my money if I can avoid it though. There are cheaper, even free programs, that can do everything Adobe products can do and then some. 7/10.

GIMP - Pros: free + open source, very good editing & selection tools, customizable, you get a lot for $0. Cons: can run pretty slow/lag, actual drawing/painting tools aren't that great, even with pressure sensitive tablets, bit of a learning curve but if you've used other similar programs before GIMP is pretty easy to explore and figure out. I used to use GIMP for making thumbnails for my YouTube videos, and I still really enjoy it's image editing capabilities, but I wouldn't say it's very good for digital drawing and painting. 6/10 since it's free and does some stuff better than commercial programs.

Medibang Paint (Mobile) - Pros: it's nice to have a painting/drawing app I can access on the go, free, has all the basics. Cons: probably better on a device larger than a smartphone lol, mobile UI is a little annoying as well. I haven't tried the freemium version of Medibang, or any other version not on my smartphone. I don't hate it, but I wish the mobile version had a slightly different layout. I'd say the painting/drawing capabilities of Medibang mobile are at least on par with GIMP's, maybe a little better. It's tough to use the editing tools on mobile as well. 6/10.

[tea-time-terrier]

A roadkill badger in SK.

[cosmicmoved]

                  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍    /    𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡    !!

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[theringers]

slow down - pierre gasly

illicit affairs, part two

summary: “You're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud, but I'm about to show you, baby, slow down” - slow down / chase atlantic

a/n: pierres wife deliberately has no description or name because i hate her. she is simply “pierres wife” only

this is unedited bc i was just so excited i got it back!! will edit later. while writing, i listened to a playlist and it’s so good so check that out here and listen while u read if u want the full experience, especially the song this fic is named after

warnings: 18+, nsfw, public sex lol, homewrecking, dirty talk, teasing

here’s another b&w gif for fun

“Alright, next up we have Red Bull and Toro Rosso,” the one photographer said, pointing at the drivers.

It was your second day on the job at your internship. College was coming to a close and it was time to start thinking about what you were going to do after graduation.

With a major in media and graphic design, you had a wide range of things to choose from. Luckily, one of your old floor mates had an older sister, Allie, who worked as a photographer.

She gladly offered you a position on her team as her summer photographer’s assistant. You met her in the office yesterday, your first day, and helped organize logistics for the shoot today. It was going to be an exciting experience to see some of the things you organized in play today.

Four men walked toward you, two in dark blue fireproof suits and two in royal blue colored suits.

Allie began to position the men for the photos, grabbing their arms and slightly tilting their bodies, even pulling and pushing loose hair strands into the right place. You could tell she was in her element.

She took a few steps back and tested the angle of the shot, looking into her camera viewfinder. “This is perfect,” she said under her breath. “No one move.”

The camera clicked and Allie stayed scary still. “Wait,” she said, still unmoving. “Y/n, I need your help.” You darted over to her, ready to assist with whatever. She pointed forward at the group still looking into the camera. “Him, on the end, what’s your name?”

“Max,” he said, smiling.

She directed her voice toward you. “I need you to fix Max’s hat, it’s crooked.”

“I’m on it.” You walked forward and smiled at Max. You already knew that you had to stand on your tippy-toes to reach the top of his head and he found this very amusing.

“You need a step stool?” He let out a small chuckle.

“Very funny. I’m perfectly capable,” you said, visibly struggling to reach.

He leaned his head down just a bit so you were able to comfortably adjust his hat. “Thanks,” you said.

“Oh, and y/n,” you heard Allie from behind you, “the one next to him. It looks like there’s something on his face.”

You turned your head to the boy standing next to Max in the royal blue suit and laughed when you saw his face.

“Is my face just that funny to you?” All four drivers burst out laughing.

“I said don’t move!” Allie shouted.

“Sorry, that’s my fault.” You placed your finger on the man’s cheek to see what was on it. A black substance came up.

“You’re telling me you showed up to a photoshoot with grease on your face?” You smirked. “How unprofessional of you.”

“My apologies. I’m Pierre, by the way. I’d shake your hand but I was told not to move.” He raised his eyebrows in the direction of Allie.

“It’s okay. Y/n,” you said, introducing yourself. You moistened your finger in your mouth and placed it on his cheek again to get the remaining grease off. “Sorry, you gotta do what you gotta do.”

You walked back to stand next to Allie and help out with whatever else she needed for the shoot. It went smoothly, for the most part, with no huge bumps in the road. You were helping Allie pack up the equipment when Max approached you.

“This may be a long shot, but would you want to grab a drink or a bite to eat later?” He asked you. Allie had her back to Max and immediately looked up, grinning and teasing you.

“I’d like that.”

“If you want to give me your phone number, I’ll text you and you can send me the address.” He handed you his, of course, brand-new iPhone. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said as he walked off.

“No. Way.” Allie stuttered. “You are one lucky girl.”

You remember your first date like it was yesterday. Nerves were high as you were unsure where he was going to take you and you didn’t want to be over or underdressed.

He showed up in a white linen button-down, with the top few buttons popped open. It perfectly complemented your casual sundress. Your nerves immediately subsided and you focused on enjoying the night.

It was the most fun you’d had in a while. You spent the night chatting, laughing, and sharing stories over bottles of wine. You couldn’t think of a more perfect, relaxing first date to start your incredible love story.

It was the same waterfront restaurant that he proposed to you at just two years later. You were surprised, to say the least, but not shocked. You knew you wanted to marry Max since the moment you met him. He was everything you wanted in a man and more, and you were unbelievably lucky to be able to say yes to him.

To top off exciting news, Pierre had just recently been promoted to drive alongside Max at Red Bull. You enjoyed Pierre’s company from the beginning and you were looking forward to Max having a friend as a teammate.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. He was demoted back to Toro Rosso in the middle of the 2019 season, which caused a bit of tension between Pierre and Max. They had become distant after becoming so close just a few months prior.

You were too busy wedding planning to take notice of the changing dynamic but what you did know is that you missed having Pierre around. A piece of your heart felt empty without his easy-going spirit to balance out your husband’s intense drive to win.

Pierre still resided in Monaco, so you saw him out and about there while you were visiting Max. After the season ended, Pierre and Max's relationship started to go back to normal, seeing each other at different events here and there.

Whenever the three of you would converse, Pierre would make comments that sent chills up your spine. He would tell Max how lucky he was to have a wife as hot as you or invite you to do things with just him. Max didn't think anything of it, and never brought anything up, so you kept it to yourself. Maybe it was just you overthinking things.

The comments continued and you started to enjoy them more and more, looking forward to what he was going to come up with next. That Max was going to ignore.

It almost made you mad that someone could make comments like this right in front of Max's face and he thought nothing of it. You wanted him to be jealous. You wanted him to care. Yeah, you were having fun doing it, but you were upset. And marrying this man in less than two months.

The wedding was wonderful - everything you've ever dreamed of. Peonies were strewn all over the beautiful villa on the mountainside, overlooking the water. Surrounded by friends and family, you professed your love to each other and became Mrs. Verstappen.

Pierre came and brought a date. This shouldn't have bothered you. It was your own wedding for Christ's sake. But it did, and you weren't sure why. You vowed that the moment you left, you were going to forget and enjoy your new life with your husband.

And that’s what you did. The next year, you and Max were sat on the other side of things, watching Pierre and the wedding date get married. It was quick and you never understood why. No one ever questioned it and Pierre seemed happy with her.

You and Max saw less of Pierre around town but still exchanged hellos in the paddock. It was such a shame that his wife had no interest in becoming friends with you.

Maybe she made the right decision. Because, now, you were in the shower trying to revive yourself after a sleepless night spent with her husband. And the few hours of contemplating your decisions that followed.

A nice hot shower always made you feel better. It made you feel a little bit less guilty, washing Pierre’s touch off your body.

You walked out of the bathroom to see your bed empty. Making your way towards the kitchen with your hair still dripping slightly from your shower, you heard the soft music coming from the speakers.

Max was juggling between making waffles and slicing strawberries. You smiled at him before he noticed your presence. “Good morning, my love.” He put one arm around you and kisses your forehead, the other arm occupied by the bowl of waffle batter. “Happy Anniversary.” Shit.

“Happy Anniversary, Max,” you smiled and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Sit, sit,” he shooed you into the dining room. “I’m almost done.”

The dining room table was set with fine china and champagne glasses. The champagne was in an ice bucket next to a pitcher of juice.

You watched intently as Max tossed the kitchen towel over his shoulder and swayed along to the music.

Two years. It had been two years since you got married. It felt like twenty years and twenty days at the same time, but definitely not two years. You poured some champagne and sipped, watching your handsome husband articulately plate your breakfast.

“Strawberry waffles,” he said putting the plate on display for you. “Just your favorite.” He brought everything to the table and sat down with a deep breath. He poured himself a glass of champagne and held it up for cheers.

“This has been the best two years of my life, y/n. I swear it just keeps getting better and I don’t know how. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Max.” Your glasses clinked and you sipped in celebration of your love.

“So, I know we have that gala tonight. We won’t be able to properly celebrate us. So we’re going to Greece for a few days.”

“Shut up, really?” The two of you were in Greece just last year but it was always a treat when you could be surprised and you didn’t have to do any of the planning. That was the real gift in your eyes. “I’m so excited.”

You and Max walked into the Red Bull gala hand in hand later that night. He was dressed in a black tux and you in a red floor length dress. You said quick hellos to everyone before being directed to your seats.

Your breathing hitched when you saw who was seated at your table. Mr. and Mrs. Pierre Gasly. How convenient. You weren’t sure which situation would be less desirable, sitting next to Pierre all night, or sitting next to Pierre’s wife all night. You couldn’t even look her in the eye without thinking about the time you sat on her kitchen counter with her husband’s face between your legs. How would you be expected to converse with her all night?

You sat down next to Max and the other open seat next to you was soon filled. By Pierre. Now you have to sit between your husband and the man you’ve been sleeping with behind his back. You’d almost rather talk to his wife all night, voluntarily.

“Y/n, Max,” Pierre said as he sat down. “How are you this evening?”

“We’re doing well, thanks.” Max said sipping a glass of water. You nodded in agreement with Max’s statement. You obviously couldn’t say how you really felt given the current company.

Pierre’s wife cleared her throat. “Congratulations on a great season Max. It was awesome to watch.”

“I appreciate the support,” Pierre said, rolling his eyes at her. You’ve never seen him so visibly annoyed at his wife.

“I already congratulated you earlier,” she poked at his side while wiggling her eyebrows. You could feel your lunch coming back up thinking about them. You wanted Pierre all to yourself and you certainly didn’t want to hear about their sexual escapades.

Not only could you not stop thinking about what Pierre could do with his mouth physically, but what he said. He would leave his wife for you. And now here he is, pretending things are okay. You felt so guilty knowing this and sitting around this table with those involved, but you put yourself in this situation.

Christian got up on stage and tapped on the mic. “Thanks so much for coming out tonight. We wanted to host this event to show our appreciation for the entire Red Bull crew and staff and everything you do for us year after year…” He went on with his speech but you couldn’t register a single word he said after Pierre’s hand rested on your thigh. You moved to react, but couldn’t, deciding to stay still. You focused on Christian, attempting to push the feeling to the back of your mind.

He began to move his fingers, discovering the slit in your dress. A quick glance to Pierre made you want to scream. He was smirking and laughing. His wife and Max were closer to Christian, so they were facing forward and couldn’t see you in their peripheral vision. “I see you squirming.” He whispered in your ear.

You readjusted yourself but Pierre’s hand stayed put. “I can’t believe you’re doing this right now.” said under your breath. Max turned to you, looking confused, but you smiled and gave him a thumbs up to let him know you were okay. Pierre licked his lips to hold in a laugh, clearly amused at your situation.

You attempted to swat his hand away, but he grabbed your wrist. You were frustrated, but you weren’t sure if it was because he was doing this in front of your husband or because he was turning you on so badly.

Christian had finished speaking and the room erupted in applause as he introduced the next speaker. You stood up from your seat and threw your napkin on the place setting in front of you. “I’m going to go get some air,” you said to Max and the rest of the table.

Your husband ran his hand up and down your goosebump-covered arm. “Okay, let me know if you need anything.”

Immediately, you booked it for the foyer. As you pushed open the front door and felt the gust of wind on your face, you heard the interior door shut behind you. "Where you going?" The snarky motherfucker asked you. Of course, he was here.

You held your head in your hands, slowly massaging your temples and relieving the tension. "I need to breathe," you said under your breath. You continued outside and he followed.

"I noticed," he smirked at you. His tongue went back and forth over his bottom lip in a slow and seductive manner. He knew what he was doing.

You rolled your eyes, trying to get the thought of him off your mind. Here was not the place for these fantasies. “Pretty ballsy of you to have your hands all over me like that.”

"I can't help myself. You look incredible." He gazed at you with a soft smile.

“Snap out of it, Pierre. You can do whatever you want in private but just not here.”

He lifted his brows. “Whatever I want?”

You halted, not realizing what you said. “I didn’t-”

“I think you did,” he licked his lips and laughed smugly. He stepped forward to put his hand on your waist. “I think you should let me take you into that bathroom over there so I can fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”

You looked away from him and bit your cheek, debating your moral decisions. “You have literally five minutes before Max will come looking for me. Make it quick.”

“No promises, baby,” he took your hand in his and walked down the hall to the bathroom.

The two of you slipped into the small room and flipped the deadbolt. A deep breath filled your lungs and your eyes raked over his chest, the only part of his body at your eye-level. It rose and fell slowly, mimicking yours. Even though this wasn’t the first time, you were feeling guilt. A nauseating feeling began in your stomach. By the look on his face, he was on a similar wavelength.

You both stood up and vowed to always love, no matter what. Unfortunately, you both made that promise to other people. Look at you now.

He grabbed your hands in his and lifted your arms above your head, pinning you to the wall. “You thought that dress was a good idea tonight huh? You did know I was going to be here, right?”

You nodded, with a loud gulp. He looked so sexy when he made himself totally vulnerable, talking about how much he needs you. You wanted to submit to it but decided to play now that you were behind closed doors. “I wore it for my husband,” you spat at him.

“But your husband isn’t the one taking it off of you in the bathroom right now is he?” You stayed silent. His fingers traced circles on the shiny fabric of the dress, traveling from the slit on your thigh all the way up to your chest. He found the zipper in the back and undid it painfully slow. You watched as the thin material fell down your body and pooled at your feet, leaving you in just a thong. “That’s what I thought.” His lips pressed to your neck, lighting sparks on your skin. The electricity traveled all the way down your body making you crave him.

“I knew you weren’t wearing a bra. Now you must’ve done that for me.” His breath felt like fire on your skin, making your nipples hard without even a touch.

However, his touch on your back made you immediately jump, arching your spine and pressing your body in closer to his.

With his hand resting on your bare lower back, you realized how perfectly your bodies molded together. Every curve fit with his precisely, even with one of his hands holding yours against the wall still.

Goosebumps began to form on your skin, reminding you of how nervous he made you.

“And what if I did do it for you?” You asked.

“What an incredible treat.” He kissed your breasts slowly while he moved his hands to your hips, letting yours free. He was going to be nice now, knowing you thought about him before you left home today. On your anniversary.

His hand gently pulled under your knee, lifting your leg so your heel clicked on the bathroom sink.

He took a mental picture and admired your body, legs wide open for him and leaning on the wall. This was not what you had pictured for your night.

You waited for him to move closer and your breath hitched when he did so. You could still hear voices coming from the gala, almost forgetting where you were for a moment. “Pierre, this isn’t quick.”

“I’m trying my best.” More kisses were left on your abdomen. He clearly wasn’t. He was torturing you.

“I’m so desperate for you to make me feel good. Please,” you begged.

He kissed back up your body ending on your lips. His belt buckle clinked as he pulled it off and shoved his pants and boxers down his legs. His cock was hard as anything. Having to look at you tonight made his mind wander to the things you did before and the things he wanted to do to you in the future.

He stroked himself before lining up with your pussy and rubbing the tip into your wetness. He wasn’t even shocked at how wet you were. In fact, he was expecting it. He slid right into you with ease and a loud moan. “Fuck,” he said as he held up your leg for the best angle. He was hitting all the right spots, making you feel like your other leg was about to give out.

“Oh god, Pierre, you feel so good.” He filled you up and slid in and out of you with perfect rhythm.

“That’s it baby,” he said with his last breaths, “say my name.” The picture frame on the wall began to shake with his thrusts into you. The publicity of this was turning you on like no other. Applause came from the other side of the wall, another reminder of who you left in the other room.

He took notice as well, leaning into your ear. “What a dirty little slut you are, letting me fuck you while your husband is in the other room.” He laughed mischievously.

“Sitting next to-” his cock hit deep inside of you with a rough push and you gasped. “Your wife.”

“Don’t talk about her right now.” He grunted.

“Your little fantasy, huh?” Your words being broken up by the movements of your bodies. “To have someone begging for your cock while your wife is nearby?”

“Not someone,” he kissed your neck. “You.”

His words made your eyes roll back into your head, hitting it against the wall. A knot began to form in your stomach, and you knew your orgasm was approaching. “Pierre, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned.

“Me too b-”

He was interrupted and immediately pulled out of you, eyes wide.

Knock knock.

next part

[fashion-runways]

Seeing that ask from earlier really helped my confidence to send you one as well, bc I think there should be more ppl telling you how they feel about your blog! I hope you don't mind, though. I'm not into fashion at all (like, keeping up with runways or the industry and such) I honestly don't even know how I got here BUT i do genuinely enjoy whenever one of your posts crosses my dash!!! I follow a lot of people so things get lost admittedly, but whenever it happens that I see one your posts i can instantly recognize it, and I go "oh! That's the person posting about fashion!! I hope they are doing well, I wonder what else I have missed!" And i go check your blog and catch up on everything.

Sometimes I'll see a really nice dress I would've never thought existed and it sends me into a productive mini spree of attempting to draw one of my OCS in MS paint in said dresses. Does it ever work out? Mostly not, but it's fun to imagine and give it a go! So with that, thank you for posting and helping me (and others) be creative! I know that probably isn't your blog's goal, but I did want to tell you nonetheless.

Sorry for rambling, and I hope this message finds you well! Keep doing what you do, because it's quite honestly amazing and inspiring.

And, um, thanks again for your posts!

< awkward at ending compliment ask messages

wait this is so cute omg but also thank you for liking the blog!! i know there's a ton of artists following me so i try to post things that i know they'll find useful and cool within the type of fashion i like, rather than just posting what gets reblogs, so that means posting some weird shit sometimes but it eventually works out lmao but yes! i cant spend hours editing collections right now but since fashion week is happening im just posting the photos raw for y'all (and for me, honestly) because i got my aunt to let me keep her old ass slow ass computer for the week, maybe longer once the week ends idk it was just the weekend at first but now i'm still here lmao so yeah! more collections to come, get ready and thanks for the patience with all the self reblogs lately <3

[little-witch333]

I'm so excited to overhaul my online stores! I've spent so much recently modeling the clothes & editing the photos! The reason for this is bc most of my original listing photos are poorly lit and only laid out flat on a white blanket. After watching a bunch of YouTube videos from owners of other stores I motivated myself to make this crucial step towards looking more professional. When I first stated selling on Poshmark, Facebook Marketplace, Depop, and eBay it was bc I was sick of making adult content and I yearned for some way to make money that doesn't involve me being a sexual object 😅 I decided to start in December of 2019. This was pre-Covid obviously, but BOY was I grateful that I decided to take this route when Covid lockdowns started! So my listing details weren't super informative and the photos weren't that great. That didn't seem to matter though bc I made $500 within my first month ☺️ So now I've been selling clothing online for the past 14 months and I'm ready to step up my game. This is partially bc my sales started to slow down. I wasn't adding new inventory and my listings were lacking details like dimensions and pictures of the clothing tags (some people want to see that). So I slowly added in dimensions and pictures of tags and started making some more sales. But now it's time to work on my shop's overall presentation. What a consumer sees when they come to the Kandii's Kloset landing page. I've been using Pixlr to edit my photos on my laptop & Canva is great too especially for adding/taking away backgrounds or making professional-looking flyers and posts. Pixlr is free and Canva I pay for but it's well worth it! This is what my listing photos looked like in the beginning:

This is what they will look like now after the re-vamp:

So as you can see the re-vamped photos should help me make more sales 😊 I still have a ton of editing to do and I haven't finished adding everything new to my inventory or fully created my 2021 inventory yet and I still need to model some more new inventory 😭 It takes me so long I have up split the work up over weeks to get it all done since I work my regular job and still want to work on music or crafting, or maybe just relax for once 🙃 With my health issues is been really hard to find the energy to do all of this, let alone the things I really enjoy, but I'm trying my hardest to do what I can when I can. Trying not to over-work myself and make sure I listen to my body if I'm exhausted. I guess that's the one good thing about being your own boss is that you're the only one to blame if things don't get done & it's up to you to make your work hours. Even being Bipolar II it is nice to be able to decide how I use my time. I worry that my Bipolar might make owning a business harder but I believe in myself. The next step in all of this is to start slowly adding clothing that I make into my stores so I can see what sells best and obviously make more money! After a while of that I hope to launch my own clothing brand. Things are slow-moving right now bc of Covid. I have limitations financially on what I can accomplish bc supplies cost money. If you feel you'd like to donate to my GoFundMe to help me order supplies then the link is here https://gofund.me/b76c5615

[dailyjeons]

I got myself sooo excited for a jk song, I'm a little worried I'm gonna be disappointed if we dont get one, bc ofc I dont wanna pressure him but...what kinda songs do you think hed write? He usually covers very romantic songs, magic shop (did he write the lyrics for that or just produce?) was so one of a kind, I kinda wanna speculate about it even if it wont happen hehe

SAdshasgasd i’m gonna be happy with Anything honestly but he’s also on a break so i’m not really expecting anything either??? But yaknow.. all the vocal line boys have been releasing their songs except Jungkook,,, makes sense jungkooks would be saved for his birthday,,,,, But on the other hand, Jungkook mentioned production isn’t really his thing after he tried during Tear era and he much prefers photo/video editing so i think he most likely focused on that in his free time rather than production..

And he did write lyrics for Magic Shop!! He couldn’t finish the lyrics on his own though so he asked Joon to help in the end (he tends to ask Joon for help with all his songs jskghsf, think he’s not confident yet and requires a lot of validation.. babie).. If he does release a song.. knowing how extremely cheesy jungkook is.. it’s probably gonna be one of those songs dedicated to army again with super cute and heartfelt lyrics. And the type of songs he has participated in/gotten for his solo’s so far are kind of like.. not really ballads?? but these slow ballad-esque pop songs with this ethereal/dreamlike feel to them yaknow?? Literally fantasy au kind of music.. so it’s probably gonna be smth like that!! But who knows!!!!!!! Omg now you made ME excited :(!!!