#capturing character and emotion

[gigivas]

Yasmina Habib: Silken Laughter, A Lebanese Joy Unveiled

Stable Diffusion series

POSITIVE PROMPTS (Copy the following) Charcoal and graphite superbly portray a Lebanese style young woman, her high ponytail hairstyle accentuating a vibrant Ethnocultural motif silk blouse, her laughing eyes and wide smile beams with mirth, her head thrown back in joyous laughter, evoking delight in another through an enticing head profile portrait shot. Expertly shaded, showcasing intricate facial expressions, harmonizing minimalism with expressiveness, prominently highlighting her eyes, adhering to a monochromatic theme, and adeptly delineating her soft contours, conveying her jovial character and emotions.

NEGATIVE PROMPTS (Copy the following) full body shot, light, vibrant, colorful, simplistic, minimalism, plain, simple, sad, dark, moody, bokeh, blurry, blur, emotionless, boring, worst quality, low quality, normal quality, lowres, low details, oversaturated, undersaturated, overexposed, underexposed, grayscale, bw, bad photo, bad photography, bad art, watermark, signature, text font, username, error, logo, words, letters, digits, autograph, trademark, name, grainy, ugly, asymmetrical, poorly lit, bad shadow, draft, cropped, out of frame, cut off, censored, jpeg artifacts, out of focus, glitch, duplicate, nsfw, deformed, noisy, blurry, distorted, low contrast, dull, plain, modest, cleavage, asymmetrical eyes, signature, watermark, text, word, logo

(Note: Positive and negative prompts can instantly make you an AI drawing expert. Applicable to almost all AI drawing platforms and software that support input of positive and negative prompts. For example, all Stable Diffusion platforms, DreamStudio.ai, Craiyon.com, Leonardo.ai, etc.)

Midjourney v6 (Copy the following) /imagine prompt: This charcoal and graphite portrait expertly captures a young Lebanese woman with a high ponytail, donning a silk blouse exuding cultural motifs, her eyes twinkling with laughter and a wide smile adorning her face. Her head tilted back in genuine amusement, she appears to share a moment of joy with an unseen companion. The artwork borrows from the style of charcoal and graphite portraits, employing fine shading and intricate facial expressions to communicate her deep emotions. The minimalist yet expressive approach puts a spotlight on her sparkling eyes, framed by monochromatic tones and gentle lines, effectively revealing her character and emotional state. The soft, ambient lighting fosters an ambiance of introspection, enhancing the close-up composition and skillfully rendering her joyful and vivacious profile., --ar 2:3 --v 6

(Note: At https://docs.midjourney.com/docs/parameter-list, you will learn the details of how to personalize Midjourney parameters, but for now we have configured them for you.)

DALL-E 3 (Copy the following) This captivating portrait portrays a young Lebanese woman adorned in a high ponytail and cultural motif silk blouse, her laughter-filled eyes and wide smile reveal her joy as her head is thrown back in delight while engaging with an unseen individual. Taking inspiration from charcoal and graphite art styles, the portrait features gentle shading and intricate facial expressions centered on her eyes, all within a monochromatic palette. The softened contours and ambient lighting capture her character and emotions, creating a reflective atmosphere in this alluring, up-close depiction.

(Note: Prompts for OpenAI DALL-E 3 also apply to any AI drawing platform that does not require entering negative prompt words, such as Microsoft Copilot Designer, Adobe Firefly, Canva.com, etc.)

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

[lunarharp]

played dragon age 2...just simple scribbles

[skinnypaleangryperson]

I find it sad, pathetic, funny and cute in that cartoon network is airing the old man and his seat two times tonight in a row. All I do is sit around the house and get drunk and cry-I would never waste my precious free time watching Cartoon Network, but I happened upon the schedule for the night and I think it's funny, silly, in a really pathetic way that it feels like Rick has the same drunk sad drunk soulfully loveless aimless energy as much as I do, just sitting on a TV screen instead of real life

[viatrix-glow]

mv redraws of enstars characters that make me feeel some kind of way

[petrichal]

obligatory "Oda thank you for sharing this world with us" post

[abirdie]

Gael García Bernal in Another End (2024, dir. Piero Messina)

(these gifs also feature Renate Reinsve)

Gifs are all 540px wide so you can click to see larger.

[other gael filmography gifsets]

[orcelito]

Like OK so I've been reading a fic with trans wolfwood in it that is so. HONEST. About how it affected him and still affects him. In a way that's very much not an average cis writer portrayal of a trans character.

Like. Either this writer is trans or did plenty of research, but it just feels REAL to me. And it has me thinking about my own way of writing trans Wolfwood.

I'm not there yet. But I've been thinking about it. The ways that what the EOM did fucked him up... but it also acted as HRT that affirmed his gender. So what do you do when you're in a body you don't recognize, but looks much more like a man than ever before? There's some gender euphoria in a way, but dysphoria at the same time bc you didn't grow into this. You didn't watch yourself transition. Suddenly you just Were this, and it's not you, but also it's nice to finally be seen as a man, but it also feels wrong to feel grateful for any part of what they did to you...

On and on and on

You see? This is what I want to think about with him. This is why trans Wolfwood is so compelling to me. It's just so Complicated, he'd have such Complicated feelings about his body and the way he lives with it. He learns this new body, it starts to feel more like his, but he also mourns the fact that he didn't get to watch it grow into this like he should've.

That kind of thing.

[steel-nageyari]

a collection of speed doodles from @crebbyhermit's fic on ao3 [here].............

"tsubaki notices it right away when they step into valla - lady sakura has a new retainer."

it is a beautiful 5k+ words character study of my retainer swap au subaki. i may have unironically shed a tear or two, if you like deranged freak subaki (affectionate) please consider giving it a read!!!!! im serious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[borathae]

I watched the "The Interview with the Vampire" show (2022) and now I don’t know what to do with myself

[snippetsnitch]

(lmao, I'm back again and I won't even try to make promises I can't keep 😂 Many thanks to @kaiwewi who added me in the masterlist of @the-modern-typewriter for hero/villain blogs! 🥰 I think I can speak for all the inactive and partially active people when I say: We are very touched that people see our small contributions and think of us... It really means a lot. 🥰🙏🏻 So, please enjoy this snippet and have a good time. 😄)

#13 – Shame

Can I ask you something, [Villain]?

– Um.. Sure, what is it?

How did you end up working for [Supervillain]? You must've known that they were evil, haven't you? So what in the world brought you there?

– ...

Jesus, who cares about that, [Sidekick]? They've done more than enough to show us that we can trust them. Hey, [Villain], you don't have to share things you don't wanna talk about, okay?

– I..- Um, thank you, [Hero]...

"You know, [Sidekick] was right", [Villain] said, their eyes fixated on the ground. They had sat down next to [Hero] a few minutes ago, feeling the cool summer breeze that grazed their own skin and the one of their new teammate. "I've known all along."

[Hero] looked at their former foe in confusion. "What do you mean?", they asked, turning towards them.

"I knew who [Supervillain] was", [Villain] said with a hollow voice, "...What they did."

[Hero] frowned. "[Villain] you don't have to talk about this, if you don't want to. [Sidekick] shouldn't have said that an-"

"But they were right", [Villain] interrupted, "I must've known who they were and I did. I knew who they were. I knew everything and I joined them regardless."

[Villain] pulled their knees closer, resting their chin on them. Their expression became distant as they started talking: "You know, before I joined [Supervillain], my life was a mess. I grew up in a world that didn't have any mercy for weaklings or outsiders like me. I was hurt, angry and alone and I wanted nothing more than to be with someone who actually liked me. I wanted to belong somewhere... I wanted that feeling you and your friends experienced every day and seemingly took as a given."

[Hero] suppressed the urge to say something. They had not at all expected this kind of talk from their former enemy – especially not with them. Still, they nodded seriously to encourage [Villain] to keep talking. It seemed to work:

"I... I didn't even know that I was searching for something. I didn't know how desperately I wanted to feel needed... Useful, you know?", [Villain] let out a trembling sigh. They closed their eyes before they continued: "I didn't know that, but [Supervillain] did. It was easy for them to bait me with the interest they showed in me and my abilities. I knew that what they did was wrong, but I-.. I just thought if I worked hard enough for them, then at least someone would see something in me... That I could-", [Villain] pressed their eyes together as tears started to spill,

"Oh, Villain...", [Hero] murmured softly. They reached out to gently touch the other one's shoulder, but [Villain] pulled away.

"Don't." [Villain] whispered and wiped their tears away. They took a deep breath. Their face had hardened into a blank mask when they continued:

"[Hero], I don't deserve the place you offer me. I don't deserve to be in your and the team's presence. I don't deserve the kindness you gave me since I came here. I'm not worth-"

"[Villain], stop." [Hero] had put a warm hand on [Villains] wet cheek. The softness of the gesture startled [Heros] new partner who looked at them with wide eyes. [Hero] managed a small smile before pulling [Villain] into a warm embrace.

"Don't say things like that. You're here, because you did what was right. You came to us and helped us out, because you knew what [Supervillain] does is wrong. Because you couldn't bear it. That says a lot about you as a person.", [Hero] gave [Villain] a small squeeze before letting go. They put their hands on [Villains] face again and smiled as they locked eyes with their former enemy.

"You did some bad things and you need to take on responsibility for that, but you won't have to do that alone. You are with us now and we will support you, okay?"

[Villain] shook their head in confusion. "H-How can you take me in... Just like that?", they whispered while new tears stained their face and [Heros] fingers, "How could anyone possibly want me after I what I've done?"

To that, [Hero] knew the answer.

"I can, because I like you. Because we like you, [Villain]. Because you're worth staying and because you have good inside of you... Because you chose the light, even though your life was set up for darkness." [Hero] said warmly. They smiled at [Villains] unbelieving expression, before embracing them once again.

"...One day, you will see that, too."

[nururu]

"zoro doesnt smile post ts" these are just a couple of screenshots from my computer that i randomly took. but okay.. literally the art style is just different. anyways stop lying to ppl.

[eggwishing]

our couch was moldy anyways

[girlbossfrankshepard]

Currently captivated by this horrible tacky flop Beach Boys jukebox musical from 2005. Camp for straight men

(Oh and Tituss Burgess is in it?? Was he taking just any role)

[dioles-writes]

• OC FICLET •

Masterlist | Characters: Rory (they/she), Alzena (she/her), Winola (she/her)

Characters in purple belong to @jiphenn and Winola belongs to @sleepsloooop

Rory skipped through the cool gray halls of the Medicinal Unit base, her footsteps echoing faintly as she led Alzena and Winola towards a door.

Winola had been through these very halls many times, though this place was never one that she enjoyed to visit. Here was where she met with Reese for her bi-monthly mental health check ups, days that Winola would always try and avoid like the plague. Out of all of Paradise, the Medicinal Unit had to be one of her least favourite spots. Being back here…. It just filled her an ever-familiar feeling of dread.

Rory stopped in front of a random steel-gray door, one identical to the many others in this hall. She pulled out some keys from her pocket and unlocked it, leading Winola and Alzena inside. “Alzena go over there, Winola go over there.” She said, pointing at two metal tables separate from each other.

Winola made her way over to the table, still unable to resist Rory’s control, no matter how much she tried to fight it. As soon as she was lying down on the cool metal of the table Rory was strapping her down, tying tight restraints around her, until she could only freely move her head. “Whew, you should be good now.”

It was like a sigh of relief. In an instant, the numbness that had overtaken her entire body disappeared as Rory released Winola from their control. Winola should have been glad. She had been fighting all day to break out of the mind control and regain her senses, but strapped down to a table, unable to even so much as adjust her uncomfortable position, it just felt like an irony. As long as Rory was still around, she was never going to be free.

Rory made their way over to Alzena, strapping her down as well. “I hope you had a good time today Winola.” They said, rubbing their head and grunting in discomfort. “Hopefully it cheered January up seeing you!”

Winola could still feel the terror that ran through her veins at January’s look of bloodlust. His words repeated in her mind, sounding almost foreign coming out of his mouth. She remembered, before Paradise, before the Winter Concert, before he changed, how nice his company had been. She could never expect to feel unwelcome by someone like January. He always took care into making sure everyone was included, that she was included. She couldn’t remember a time in her life before she had met him when someone did that, when someone had been so kind to her.

January had been so different back then. A part of her… missed him.

He was the kind of person that everyone wanted around. No one seemed to hate him, not truly. Even Felix, who wasn’t nice to really anyone, was nice to January. He had a way with people, despite not having the experience to back it up. Nobody really seemed to have much bad to say about him. He was just so naturally charming. He could always been seen with a friendly, warm smile on his face, one that just seemed to put everyone at ease.

But now, he was just so much… colder. She remembered how he screamed at the Board Game Club on the Day of New Waves, how his voice had been filled with so much pent-up rage and sorrow. Before Gunther’s betrayal, Avil’s death, he would never have turned his back on them like he did, would never have stared at Winola was such a murderous glare, would never have even had the thought to kill her.

He’d changed so much. But strapped to the cool, uncomfortable table, staring sadly at her best friend whose face showed no recognition about where she even was, it dawned on her that it wasn’t just January.

They’d all changed so much. And they weren’t ever going to get back what they had together, when the Board Game Club still existed. When Avil was still alive.

Rory went and picked up a knife from a nearby table, walking closer to Alzena. “It sure was tough trying to stabilize all three of you at once.” She said, picking up Alzena’s hand. “Especially when you’re constantly putting up a fight.” She ran her thumb softly across her knuckles.

The sight disgusted Winola. She wished nothing more than to break free of her restraints, to run to Alzena’s side and put herself between the two of them. It’s what Alzena would’ve done if she were in her position.

Alzena would have never allowed Winola to be taken. To be so badly hurt. Alzena had sacrificed herself to keep Winola safe, to make sure that she would make it back home. That she would survive.

But here Winola was, weak, worthless. Despite all her training these past few months, despite all their attempts to get Alzena back, she’d still allowed herself to now be taken too. Alzena’s brave sacrifice had been for nothing. And now she could do nothing but watch as Rory held a knife over her best friend.

“Now keep quiet while I work, okay?” Rory said softly, setting Alzena’s hand back down on the cool metal table. They lifted their own hand up, knuckles almost white from how tightly they were clutching the shiny gray knife.

“Don’t hurt her.” Winola pleaded.

Rory slammed the knife down, the sound of bones snapping echoing through the room like a gunshot.

“Sorry, did you say something?” They slowly turned back to stare at Winola, their singular charcoal-black eye swirling with an unknown emotion that drove fear straight through her heart.

“Please, don’t hurt her.”

Rory slammed the knife down again, the crunching of bones reverberating in Winola’s ears as Alzena shivered and let out a quiet groan. “If I don’t hurt her she’ll hurt everyone else.”

“Please,” Winola begged, the sight of Rory’s blood-splattered figure looming over Alzena’s smaller, shaking one filling her with a numbing powerlessness. “She doesn’t deserve it.”

It was as if Winola wasn’t even there - like she was invisible. Rory slammed the knife down again, chopping away without a care, completely ignoring her. They only paused to occasionally groan and rub at their temples before bringing the knife down on Alzena once again.

Winola was forced to watch as more blood splashed onto the cool gray of the table, Alzena’s already marred fingers massacred into short stumps. Tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision. “No, please,” she pleaded, pure desperation dripping from her voice. “Don’t hurt her. Please, don’t hurt her.”

Despite all her pleas, Rory wouldn’t so much as turn to look at her. “Be quiet.” They snapped, the squelching sound of the knife slicing through Alzena’s finger sounding once again. Winola choked back a sob, blinking back the tears that were threatening to spill over the surface. She found herself unable to speak, not when it could make it worse for Alzena. She was left lying there, useless.

One by one, the sound of bones crunching filled the room.

Although it wasn’t much more than a couple minutes, it felt like an eternity for Winola. Trapped in that cold, bare room, the sounds of the knife colliding with the table as it made its way through Alzena’s hand echoing through her mind. She could hear Alzena still trying to resist, her grunts of pain only growing deafening in her head, until the small moans escaping her friend’s lips were more like desperate screams. Her eyes pricked with tears she still couldn’t seem to choke back.

But finally, it came to a stop.

“All done.” Rory said, tidily bundling up the fingers and wrapping them up into a clean, white cloth. She moved towards a small fridge in the corner of the room, humming a gentle little tune as they made their way over and neatly stored the severed fingers away. It made Winola sick to her stomach.

Rory walked back towards Alzena, beginning to clean her up. She treated her fingers, making sure they were nice and neat, carefully wrapping them up with bandages.

It was a long, painful while, the minutes slowly passing by, the only sound being Rory’s soft humming as they cleaned up the table. But eventually, all their materials were properly cleaned up, Alzena’s hands now wrapped with clean white bandages already mottled by red.

Rory stared down at Alzena, her expression one of what could almost be described as gentle care. They softly placed their hands over her glazed-over eyes and closed them. “Goodnight Orla.” She murmured, pressing a kiss on her cheek.

She turned back to Winola. “Try to get some rest tonight. We have a mission tomorrow.”

Winola gave her the nastiest glare she could muster. Her entire body boiled with barely contained rage. All her life she’d felt small, felt insignificant. Everyone in her life had made sure she knew it. This whole situation was exact proof of it. Of how useless her stupid existence was.

But she was so tired.

So tired of watching others have power over her. So tired of losing everything she ever cared for. Tired of watching Alzena be played with like she was nothing more than a toy. Like she didn’t matter.

She just wanted it all to stop. She wished she could have gotten rid of Rory, wished she had the strength to stand up to her. Wished she was anywhere but here.

Rory simply gave her a small smile in return before flicking the lights off, the door gently clicking shut behind them.

The entire room was enveloped in a complete pitch black.

“I’m so sorry.” Winola said into the darkness, her voice coming out more hoarse and shaky than she had intended.

She wasn’t even sure if Alzena could hear her right now, if she was aware of what was going on. All she could hear was her ragged breathing; slow, heavy breaths filling the room in a way that sent chills down Winola’s spine.

Still, Winola forced herself to continue.

“I should’ve just given up that day, so you could’ve protected yourself instead of me. I’m so sorry, Alzena.” Winola wasn’t sure the last time she had ever spoken so emotionally with a person, when she had been so raw and vulnerable - or if she even ever had. “If we ever get back to the base and you don’t want anything to do with me, I’ll understand. But I just want you to know that I’ve really missed you and I’ve been training a lot to try to get you back.”

Alzena’s breathing stopped for a split-second before picking up again. This time, the sound of her short breaths was accompanied by small sniffles.

“I’m so sorry and I feel really guilty for putting you through all this.” Winola’s voice cracked. Hot tears streamed freely down her face now, no matter how hard she willed them to stop. “I love you and I miss you and I promise, I’m going to do whatever I can to get you out of here.”

She’d never told anyone that she loved them before. Yet the words didn’t feel hollow and empty like she thought they would. They were full of true, genuine sincerity; full of actual love. The truth was, there wasn’t a person that she cared for more, that she loved more. Alzena was her first friend, her best friend. Before she’d found a place in the Board Game Club, before she had Band, before everything, she had Alzena. It was always Alzena. There wasn’t anything Winola wouldn’t do to keep her safe.

And she was determined to do anything if it meant freeing her. No matter the cost.

“I don’t know if you can hear me, and I’m sorry if you’re sick of me. But I really do hope you know that if I ever have an opportunity to get you out of here, I’ll do whatever I can. Goodnight.”

The rest of the night passed in silence, the two of them lying there in the dark, but Winola found herself unable to sleep. All she could focus on was Alzena’s laboured breathing as she chokedly sobbed, only one thing present in her mind.

A promise.

I’ll get you away from her. I swear. I won’t let you suffer anymore.

[cyberwhumper]

This was their one and only chance. They had fought for every inch they pushed out of the depths of Watchtower, every obstacle surpassed filling their hearts with a little bit more hope and fueling their desire to succeed, to finally set themselves free.

Security was no match for the prototype, but arguably they didn't have to be. Their objective was simply to stall long enough, to hold the line for just long enough that their lab rats wouldn't notice how they had been all led exactly where they needed to be, puppeteered all along. For a few moments that seemed to last an eternity, all hell broke loose when they breached the main hall. The elevator leading outside was right there. If only they could make it.

If only.

Mal knew this would result in some bloodshed, but he couldn't have predicted the amount of destruction this little whimsical experiment of his would yield. The weapons load is putting such a massive strain on Dog's mind it's completely out of control, shredding through allies just as indiscriminately as it does enemies. He gently pushes his hair out of his face, and gets to work.

WARNING: CRITICAL MALFUNCTION

Every single system is going haywire. The animal is breaking down at an impressive rate, having pushed itself far past its expected limits while pulling this stunt. Marvelous work, he thinks to himself. He turns off the weapons systems first. Next, the motor systems. Remote accessing a system he himself built should have been easy and simple, and yet Mal seemed to be taking his sweet time. Just break down a little further.

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He can see the panic in its eyes. It knows what he's doing, and it has no ability to fight it, but it's still trying. Pushed to the ground like the animal it is, surrounded on all sides by the consequences of their escape having failed as the test subjects are executed one by one. It struggles harder when they finally get to Vina. Mal can see tears sliding across its face, and a sick sense of amusement bubbles up inside him.

"Oops. It would be a shame if your little friend didn't make it. And so, so close to freedom."

WARNING: OVERRIDE ATTEMPT UNAUTHORIZED

"Aren't you stubborn. I figured you'd be more selfless than this."

WARNING: OVERRIDE ATTEMPT UNAUTHORIZED

They shoot Vina again. It struggles.

WARNING: OVERRIDE ATTEMPT UNAUTHORIZED

"Tick tock, doggie. I don't have all day."

WARNING: OVERRIDE ATTEMPT UNAUTHORIZED WARNING: OVERRIDE ATTEMPT UNAUTHORIZED

Medics swarm over Vina. He's no longer breathing. The last thing Mal sees is the heartbroken look in its eyes. He hopes it's an image that will be burned in its mind for the rest of its miserable existence.

OVERRIDE SUCCESSFUL

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