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miodiodavinci · 1 year ago
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i'm still working on my PV for today, but perhaps in the meantime you can enjoy the remnants of my scrapped anniversary plans from earlier in the year w
at the very least, should i ever choose to return, i'll at least have one ZOLA's hair and faceup done ! ! !
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hazelnutsforellie · 2 years ago
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pose for me | e. williams ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
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PAIRING— ellie williams x afab!reader
SUMMARY— ellie finds a polaroid camera while on patrol and asks you to model for her.
WARNINGS— smut [18+], language, taking nude photos, established relationship, fluff, implied consent, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), top!ellie, bottom!reader, multi-orgasm [2], nipple play, praise, dirty talk, fingering (r rec), oral (r rec), face riding, the works, just ellie wanting to please reader, not proofread.
WC— 2.8k
AUTHOR'S NOTE— i'm not sure if anyone has already come up with this idea but i couldn't hold myself back. there's not much build-up but i tried to make it lengthy xx enjoy!
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Despite finally having an off day from patrol, you couldn't help but miss it. Not patrol itself, but being with your girlfriend, Ellie. Sure, you enjoy time away from each other every now and then, but you had to admit that you were dependent on Ellie's company.
You seemed to have lost track of time, your head spinning in the direction of Ellie's door when you heard the knob squeak. It was louder than the music you had playing in the background, startling you as you sat on her bed, drawing in your sketchpad. You had your own place, but most of your nights were spent in Ellie's makeshift home in Joel's backyard.
"Hey," you warmly greeted the auburn as she made her way inside, closing the door behind her. You noticed a peculiar glint in her eyes, a gentle smirk playing on her enticing lips. "What's that look for?"
"I have a surprise," Ellie hinted, not fully explaining herself. You hummed, your eyes narrowing at her in curiosity as she pulled her backpack off her shoulders, tossing it onto the bed beside you. You folded your sketchpad closed, tossing it on the bed on your other side, along with your pencil.
"Go on," you smiled, your hands folding in your lap. Ellie thought you were so cute, so innocent. Ellie pulled her jacket off, tossing it on her desk chair before standing in front of you, her knees hitting the bed. She leaned in with her eyes closed, expecting you to reciprocate her greetings kiss, to which you did. "You're killing me now, spit it out."
Ellie leaned over to unzip her backpack and moved it to the floor after pulling out an old polaroid camera. Your eyebrows raised at the object, knowing of polaroid cameras but never seeing one before.
"Found this while scavenging a house," she explained, examining the front of it. "I'm sure its owner won't mind."
You playfully rolled your eyes at Ellie's humor, smiling, "That's quite a find. Does it work?"
"It does, actually. I took a picture of Jesse. Look," Ellie pulled a polaroid picture of Jesse out of her back pocket, angling it so you both could see it. He was clearly caught off guard, looking confused as hell. You stifled a laugh, which made Ellie roll her eyes before tossing the picture to the side. "Anyway... I was wondering..."
Ellie would be lying if she said she didn't have rather indecent thoughts her entire way back from patrol after finding the camera. Immediately, in her nature, she thought of you, which then further progressed into... rather mature thoughts.
"Wondering..." you trailed off to mock her, but she ignored you to gather her words. She wasn't sure how to ask you, let alone bring up that she wants to take provocative pictures of you for her to keep.
"Pose for me," she said nonchalantly, shifting her weight onto her right heel as she eyed your form. She took in your appearance, admiring your loose sweatpants and white wifebeater tank. She could see your hardened nipples piercing against your tank, which only made her want to say fuck it to the camera.
You were slightly caught off guard, having expected her to ask you a question, but it was more of a suggestion.
"Pose? Or... pose?" you inquired, unable to hold back a teasing smile, which Ellie returned. You both quickly reached the same page, your eyes locking with hers as your thumbs hooked beneath the waistband of your sweatpants to ease them off your form.
Ellie's gaze was solid, her eyes blowing with excitement as she watched you tease her. She was surprised that you were so willing, but then again, you would do anything she asked and she knew that. She wouldn't ask you to do anything that would put you in an uncomfortable position, and that is why you had so much trust in her. You finally tossed your pants to the floor, regaining her attention.
"Want one with my shirt on?" you innocently asked, looking up at her as you rearranged your sitting position to sit on your knees. You noticed Ellie's jaw clench as her eyes danced up your thighs before finally reaching your face.
She gently gripped your chin with her thumb and index finger, pulling you in for a kiss before saying, "Who could say no to that?"
Your lips curled into a smile as Ellie took a step back, turning on the camera. She raised the camera to her face, peeking through the lens with one eye while she closed the other.
"Just like that, baby."
You obliged, continuing to sit on the back of your legs, your knees pressing against the bedding. You tilted your head to the side, slightly widening your legs apart with an innocent smile, knowing that Ellie was going to have a hard time holding herself back much longer.
Ellie took a sharp intake of breath, pressing the button on the camera. The flash illuminated her room for a split second before the polaroid was ejected from the front of the camera. She murmured, "So beautiful."
"How does it look?" you asked, placing your right hand on the bed in front of you to stabilize yourself before leaning forward.
"It won't show up just yet," Ellie explained, showing you the blank polaroid before gently placing it on her nightstand. "We'll have to wait until after."
"After what?" you asked, to which you received no answer other than Ellie's damned smile. Ellie circled the bed until she was on the other side, directly behind you. You didn't break eye contact until she was too far behind you, not wanting to break your position. The tension was thick, a known tension that was bound to be broken at any point.
As Ellie walked, her eyes trailed from your face, to your shoulders, all the way down your body until they landed on your cheeky panties. Ellie hummed in satisfaction, her finger grazing your skin before hooking onto the hem of them, dragging her finger across the thin strap.
Your breath hitched in your throat, the feeling of her finger grazing your skin causing you to clench around nothing. You knew how it was going to end, awaiting Ellie's orders.
"Bend back a little," Ellie tenderly ordered, watching as you arched your back to oblige, still using the space in front of you to stabilize yourself. Her finger released from your panties, dragging up your spine until she reached your midback, applying pressure with her hand to help you.
"Oh my god, so fucking perfect," Ellie admired to herself. You then heard the click of the button being pressed on the camera, followed by a bright flash. You smirked to yourself, knowing that Ellie was loving every second. You heard the sound of the camera and polaroid picture hitting the bed beside you, and as you tried to lean back up, you were stopped by Ellie's hand remaining on your back, firmly holding you down.
Before you could utter a word, Ellie's fingers tenderly glided down your clothed slit, a faint chuckle escaping her throat. She noticed the dampness, slowly tugging your panties to the side to expose your sticky folds.
"Seems you're enjoying this," she teased, the warmth of her fingers ghosting your slit nearly causing you to gasp. "Maybe even a little more than me."
You couldn't try to deny it, even if you wanted to. How could you possibly remain calm when your girlfriend practically admitted to you that she wanted such photos, let alone wanted to take them herself? The way Ellie looks at you, at all of you, it drives you mad. In a good way.
"Fuck," You whimpered, ducking your head down. Any touch from your girlfriend would have you melting between her fingers.
"You want me to touch you, sweetheart?" Ellie purred from behind you, and you had to hold yourself back from frantically begging for it. A waft of cool air brushed against your sensitive bundle of nerves, pulling a gasp from your lips.
"Yes," You nearly whined, your itch for her touch causing you to be impatient. Ellie smirked to herself, pulling your panties off your lower half. You felt the tip of her fingers glide down between your folds before slowly sinking them into you, leading you to let out a soft moan from the contact. Her other hand was still firmly placed on your lower back, now using it to her advantage to hold you down against her hand.
"Fuck," Ellie drew out a groan, feeling your warmth hugging around her fingers perfectly. The way her fingers slid in with ease led her to instantly curl them, unable to hold herself back. The sounds of your slick were not helping either, causing Ellie's jaw to hang slightly agape, heavy breaths falling from her lips. Her fingers curling inside you pulled another moan loud from you, and at this point, you looked pitiful.
Ellie had barely touched you, and to see you so eager was making it difficult for her to remain composed. Ellie wanted nothing other than to flip you over and take you, but she didn't want to rush your pleasure.
"Does that feel good, babe?" she cooed from behind you, earning a desperate "mhm" in response as her fingers thrusted into you at an even pace. "Yeah?"
"Yes, yes!" you answered eagerly, knowing that she would've pried out a verbal response one way or another. "Feels s-so good--"
Even though she couldn't see your face, you were very verbally responsive. Your moans grew louder as the pace of Ellie's fingers grew faster, and much harder. Ellie wanted to see you struggle a response, lightly biting her bottom lip as she watched you quiver.
"Take this off," Ellie barely uttered, pushing the back of your tank up your spine. You obliged her order, using one hand to pull it off while you used the other to continue stabilizing yourself. You threw it elsewhere, leaning down to stabilize yourself on your forearms instead, gripping the bedsheets for support.
Ellie continued to skillfully pump her fingers, your wetness coating her hand as well as her toned forearm from how vigorous her thrusts were. With her free hand, Ellie began palming your left breast and press wet kisses on your lower back, expanding up your spine as she massaged your sensitive peak.
"Just like that, just like that!" you cried, your grip on the sheets tightening to the point where your knuckles were turning white. You could feel the coil within your lower stomach beginning to tighten, knowing you were inches away from your release. Ellie knew it, too. She could tell you were close in many ways, especially by the way you frequently clenched around her fingers, sucking them in further.
"Are you close? Hm?" she purred, her lips ghosting your ear from behind you as she spoke.
"Mhm," you hummed with a nod, feeling your thighs begin to tremble. Ellie relished in the sounds of your moans growing louder and louder, nearly pornographic as her fingertips brushed your sweet spot, pushing you over the edge. "F-fuck, I'm coming!"
Your warning was Ellie's sign to continue with the same pace, watching your orgasm crash over you as you faltered against the bed, chest heaving as you clenched around her fingers subconsciously.
"That's right, baby, come for me," Ellie praised, working you through your orgasm. Once you seemed to have caught your breath, Ellie slowly pulled her fingers out of you, and you could faintly hear a pop sound come from her mouth as she sucked them clean. "So sweet."
You turned around and sat up, finally facing Ellie as your legs continued to shake. Your eyes met hers, noticing her eyes were dark and blown with lust. Her lips were slightly wet from previously sucking her fingers, small beads of sweat trailing down her temples.
You reached out for her with your hand, batting your lashes the way she likes it. Cute and innocent, only for her.
"Your turn," you said, knowing that it was a known practice for Ellie to go after you. What surprised you, though, was that Ellie merely shook her head, kicking her boots off so she could join you on the bed.
"No, I'm not done," she said, climbing onto the bed to lay on her side of it. She reached toward you, grabbing your waist. "Sit on my face."
"Wha-- Ellie," you attempted to protest, her hands gripping your thighs to pull you toward her. Not that you would turn down such an offer, you just didn't want to skip her turn. Because of this, your words were contradictory to your actions as you followed her movements, allowing her to move you onto her lap.
"I just want to make you feel good, sweetheart," Ellie convinced you, her fingers delicately grazing your jaw as she cupped your cheek. "Is that okay?"
You nodded, melting under her stare once again. Ellie leaned in to capture your lips with hers, exchanging a wet kiss before she laid down and began pulling on your thighs, urging you toward her face.
Ellie didn't waste any time dipping her tongue between your folds, gathering your fluids before you could fully rest against her face. Her arms tightly wrapped around the top of your thighs, pulling them down to give herself more access, if it were even possible.
"Oh f-fuck!" you cried, your hands flying to grip her white headboard to hold yourself up. Ellie smiled against your skin, swirling her tongue against your sensitive hole once more before dragging her tongue up to your swollen clit, closing her lips to gently suck. Her eyes never left your face, watching it contort in pleasure.
"Shit, baby," you moaned, your left hand flying to her auburn locks while the other remained on the headboard. Before you knew it, you felt another orgasm quickly approaching. The overstimulation seemed to only enhance what you were feeling mere minutes prior.
Ellie continued to suckle on your bundle of nerves, coating it in her saliva as her fingernails dug into your thighs, holding you against her. She could feel you beginning to tremble again, dipping her tongue back between your folds.
You tipped your head back, not having a care in the world for how loud you were being. Ellie didn't care either, in fact, she loved it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the polaroid camera, a sly smile spreading across your agape lips.
As you continued to ride her mouth, you let go of Ellie's hair and leaned over to grab the camera, holding it up to your face to take a picture of her. You peered into the viewfinder, seeing her looking right into the lens, her mouth visibly attached to your core. All you could see was your lower stomach and her face from the nose up, followed by a flash after you snapped the picture.
Ellie's eye contact was edging you toward the edge, along with her moans against your core that sent vibrations up your spine. You knew you weren't going to last much longer, still using her headboard as leverage as you grinded your hips forward, feeling Ellie's nose ghost your clit with each thrust.
"I-I'm gonna come," you whimpered, staring down at your girlfriend while she absolutely devoured every drop you could spare. In Ellie's eyes, you were nothing less than captivating... legs trembling, pitiful moans, desperately forcing yourself onto her to reach your release.
Ellie didn't need a warning, fully knowing that you were seconds away from your second orgasm. Knowing this, she began giving all of her attention to your swollen clit, softly suckling on it.
"Oh, oh, oh-- fuck!"
A loud string of moans fell from your lips as your second orgasm crashed into you, your thighs tightening around Ellie's face. Ellie loudly moaned against your clit, the vibrations causing you to tremble even more. Ellie refused to waste a drop, lapping at your hole as you came down from your high.
You used the headboard and the pillow beneath Ellie's head as leverage to shift from her face to her lap, leaning down to capture her lips into a passionate kiss. Her lips, cheeks, and chin were glistening from her saliva and your fluids, and you attempted to speak, but nothing came.
"Tired?" Ellie smiled, her hands finding your waist to roll you onto your side of the bed as gentle as possible.
You nodded in response, your lashes fluttering rapidly as you tried to keep your eyes open. Two orgasms on top of your exhaustion only pushed you closer to a slumber.
"Come here," Ellie softly murmured, arms open and inviting. You tucked your back into Ellie's chest, holding her hand after she wrapped her arm around your waist.
"What about your turn?" you asked, your voice growing quieter the more you spoke. Ellie softly smiled against your ear, pressing a gentle peck on the shell of it.
"Another time."
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useless-catalanfacts · 1 year ago
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La Pedrera. Photos from Ajuntament de Barcelona and La Pedrera.
Nowadays, la Pedrera is one of the most famous building in Barcelona, Catalonia. It's one of the most emblematic buildings in the Catalan Modernism style, and has been declared part of the UNESCO World Heritage Site "Works of Antoni Gaudí".
But it hasn't always been recognised as good architecture, all the opposite! In fact, take a look at its name: it's technically called Casa Milà (house of the Milà family), but locals always call it "la Pedrera", which means "the quarry" in the Catalan language. When it was built, in 1910, Barcelonians thought it looked like an ugly piece of stone-y quarry mountain in the middle of the city.
But that's not the only thing that they thought it looked like. Let's see some parodies that were published at the time:
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In 1909, the popular magazine Cu-Cut! published this vignette of a mother and a son walking in front of the house, when the child asks his mom "was there also an earthquake here?". This is a reference to an earthquake that happened in Sicily the previous month, and to the house's bendy shapes that look like it was shaken.
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In 1925, the children's magazine En Patufet also joined in, with a vignette where the owner realises he can't hang up curtains* on this windows.
*Note: I'm using the translation "curtains" as a simplification so that English speakers without a detailed knowledge of Catalan culture can understand the joke. The vignette actually uses the word "domàs", meaning a decorative textile that is hanged from balconies during holidays.
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In 1910, Cu-cut! compared it to a mona, the cake that Catalans eat on Easter Monday, by drawing a vignette where a child says "Daddy, daddy, I want a mona as big as this one!".
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Three times did the magazine El Diluvio mock this building.
First, in 1910, they called it a "Medieval architecture model, between burrow and burial, that I don't quite dislike". It described its future in the following way: "the round gaps in the façade have become dark holes where all kinds of vermin come in and out: crocodiles and rats, but also snakes, hedgehogs, owls, sea monsters... Two undulating lines wrap up the building, which stands in front of an absolutely black sky. Above it, in the rooftop, the chimneys, the air vents and the stairs' endings have stopped being whipped cream mountains to become sinister piles of skulls."
In 1911, El Diluvio striked again, comparing the building's cast iron handrails to a fish stand. Their illustration had Casa Milà with a sign saying "cod entrails sold here!".
And lastly, it made fun of the controversial statue of Our Lady of the Rosary that was supposed to go on top. The Milà family in the end decided not to place the statue (some say because they didn't like how the sculptor made it, some say it's because they were scared of having a religious symbol after the 1909 anti-clerical riots) but the architect Gaudí, who was a very religious man, insisted on having it. This caused the Milàs and Gaudí to argue, which the magazine represents with a caricature of Mr. Milà wearing a Tarzan-like loincloth and branding a whip fighting against Gaudí wearing a pith helmet, grabbing him by the hair and hitting him with a hammer. The text under the image translates to "Will the Virgin Mary stand on top of the peculiar monument? Who will win, Gaudí or Milà?".
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In 1912, the popular magazine L'Esquella de la Torratxa imagined that this extravagant futuristic building could only be a garage for parking airship and air-planes. This satirical drawing is titled "Future Barcelona. The true destiny of the Milà and Pi house". (Milà and Pi were the owners of this building).
The text that accompanied this illustration wondered if this building is the Wagnerian Valhalla, an anti-aircraft defense for the Moroccan War, or a hangar for zeppelins.
What do you think? Was the banter justified?
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midnight---express · 3 months ago
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Who with Who?
A Fun idea that I am so sad that no-one has taken advantage of is the idea that everyone genuinely can't tell who's dating who between Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Todoroki and Kaminari, the massive Bi-energy that emanates from that group is as thick as a thundercloud, and it doesn't help that they are all so comfortable with each other.
Like Denki will throw his arms around all of them, pell-mell, he vibes in Momo's room, Shouto discusses the meaning and intricates of lyrics with Kyouka (his conspiracy theorist brain would love picking them apart), Momo and Kyouka are almost joined at the hip most days chatting away, and Denki and Shoto are just vibing doing what ever crosses their mind (talking about Western heroes at the moment).
Like this group is so fun it's formed of two of the most sunshiny smiley people in the class with the two socially kinda awkward sarcasm duo.
It's such a fun crew and I love the fanon interactions, like we get plenty of all three of them with Momo.
But what does the dynamic between Kyouka and Shouto look like, I think it would be really funny if those two interacting is the complete opposite of what everyone expects, that being a sullen staring contest over coffee but no, it's these two dorks gushing about their interests and their SO's like you walk into the common room and you hear Shouto excitedly talking about the little jump, bounce and smile that Momo did when she saw him that morning, and Kyouka intently listening nodding furiously.
One stupid little headcanon I like is that both are so enamored by Thomas The Tank Engine, Shouto likes it as the expressions are super easy to read and Kyouka loves the soundtrack, since basicly no-one comes into his room they haven't realised that he's been building a model railway in there, and there are some suspiciously high-priced models in his collection.
Denki wanders in one evening as he can't sleep (weirdly a common fanon thing with him, must be all the extra electricity keeping him up) to see Shouto running his trains and they just sit and watch them like Ash and Kristofferson.
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Okay we are working this out, who has string!
It's just fun that there are two sun's and they just pull around their moon's who are completely enamored by their smiles and are so obvious about it but then everyone else is going full Shouto mode and are grouped together in the common room with several balls of thread (Borrowed from Mezo) which have been spanned across it trying to work out how the hell this relationship works.
To top that whole bit all of the four walk into the spiders nest of Blue, Red, Purple and Yellow threads, holding hands (Yes in the order just mentioned) with befuddled faces, the rampant hushed shouting dials down, Mina is melting at the image presented.
"ahh, Polyonomy" Utters Fumikage in the most deadpan tone possible. (He knows that's not how the relationship is, as does Katsuki but both of them are doing this for shits and giggles and are really committed to the bit.)
They all hand Ochaco 1000 Yen in defeat (mock for two of them), Shouto is processing the walls of string with an impressed expression, Momo simply looks confused, Kyouka is red in the face, and Denki half explodes into a peels of laughter whilst pointing at Momo and Shouto, then back at himself and scream laughing again.
The Gods have descended.
Another stupid idea that I need to draw is simply the idea that Momo has accidentally taken on most of the Class Rep duties and now is spiraling mess trying not to cry and the other three latch onto this, with there now being the living embodiment of a thunderstorm inhabiting the inside of the classroom, the floor is vibrating, it smells like ozone and is muggy as hell, several people are standing in the doorway, Katsuki is halfway under his desk, Aizawa doesn't even want to try erasing one of them as Denki is being handed permissions slips and reading them (How is his Dyslexic ass doing that?) Kyouka is ordering people to sit down and Shouto is giving her a back massage (Very nice hands) the idea that those three teaming up can create the physical environment of the inside of a Thunderstorm is a terrifying prospect, Aizawa ain't questioning he's doing the roll less he get a live performance of Thunderstruck.
It's so funny that they three are some of the chilliest people in the class but then it's the full force of Wall Socket, Surround Sound and Thermometer turning into forces of nature when their bestie get's insulted or starts crying, I'm calling this dynamic the MomoMilitia.
Those three will fight god for their friend at 3am, they will win.
Thank you for coming to the inane ramblings.
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catoperated · 1 month ago
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Saw a post where someone described something as lame, a bunch of people in the comments said it was a slur, and a bunch more replied “how can that possibly be a slur.”
I’ll tell you… under the cut.
So let’s talk about ableist slurs.
There are a lot. Some terms relate to specific conditions. When you do a google search for “pinhead” the top results are all about Hellraiser. People who use it to describe someone as being stupid probably have no idea of its actual origin.
As a slur, it refers to people with microcephaly. People with small and/oddly shaped heads were a big draw at freak shows of the past. Oh yeah, “freak” is ableist, too. People fight back hard against that one. Y’know because they’re better than those freaks who like the wrong cartoon or whatever (sarcasm).
Lame refers to being unable to walk properly for whatever reason. You might’ve heard of lame horses, but even wiktionary outright calls using it to describe disabled people as dated and offensive.
Dumb was synonymous with mute in the past, which usually meant non-verbal autistics. “Blind, deaf, and dumb” was once a medical term referring to people who could neither see, hear, nor talk. Helen Keller was described as that, and before anyone gets into TikTok conspiracies, I’ve got a video for you. Was Hellen Keller a fraud?
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No, but abled people on TikTok just can’t seem to wrap their heads around the concept of formerly non-communicative person, given the proper tools, being so eloquent. Hell, I can barely touch type on a standard keyboard, so I rely a lot on my phone’s assistive tools to do most of the work for me. Leads to very weird typos sometimes.
And yes, while I’m on the subject, I’m sick and tired of people using predictive text as an excuse to justify generative AI models built off stolen data and art. When people say “fuck AI” they mean that kind of AI, and to act otherwise is to be deliberately obtuse.
I debated if “obtuse” was a little to close to “stupid,” which I try to avoid. I personally wouldn’t go so far as to forbid people from using more general terms like that, or phrases like “are you blind”—I’m too tired to be combative about it when I’m constantly having to prove I’m disabled (they act like I’ll wake up one day miraculously cured from cerebral palsy) to keep my benefits, but alternatives like ridiculous are right fucking there. Expand your damn vocabulary. Please.
I feel like I need a break before the next part, so here’s one of my cats. His name is Riley.
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(ID in Alt text, unless tumblr ate it again)
Maybe you think this post is ridiculous. I don’t care. I grew up being called a spaz and having people tap their hands to their chest to mock me—I’m not even quadriplegic, I’m diplegic, but I guess that’s just the universal sign for the r-slur.
Wild that we finally reached the point that “retarded” is widely accepted as not cool to say, but commenters on YouTubr using “regarded” as a stand-in for it is just… I don’t know, lazy?
All this is just me trying to distract myself from the fact I’m in the path of the hurricane and the lights are already flickering. The basement is most definitely going to flood even if it only wings us, and I do not look forward to dealing with that.
I have no bread, milk, or eggs because of the grand southern tradition of making a run on grocery stores when bad weather looms. I always wondered what people did when they ended up with an excess after it passed—make a shitload of French toast? idk I’m stress-digressing here.
Oh, and because we have to keep saying it, cripples can reclaim any and all of these words, but ableds cannot. I’ve seen people argue that abled, like cis, sounds like a slur, when it’s literally what cis able people are—able-bodied, cisgender, the “standard.”
And we all know how people can get when faced anyone who goes against that white, able, neurotypical, cisgender, straight “standard.”
Imagine me making air quotes with that, cause people treating those traits as being “normal” are so… droll. (sarcasm again)
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neo-techculture · 4 months ago
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Power Meets Prescription
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Summary :- You work as a doctor in a hospital that caters to high-maintenance patients. And your newest patient- the head of the Italian mafia, Alexei Belmonte- is obsessed with you and is trying to take you out on a date.
Pairing :- Mafia boss!OC x Doctor!Reader
Warnings :- Mentions of getting shot and stabbed (nothing graphic).
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Working in a hospital that caters to high-maintenance patients can be exhausting. These include actors, actresses, models, mayors, senators, politicians, and even members of the mafia. Interestingly, almost every patient is listed under an alias; it would be unwise not to do so.
You are on your way to see your last patient for the day, the notorious Italian mob boss, Alexei Belmonte. A few days back, he narrowly escaped a bullet, sending shockwaves through his organization. Managing his security detail and handling his top associate was quite a balancing act, akin to juggling flaming swords, but that's just another typical day on the job, isn't it? After patching him up, he was quickly escorted to a luxurious suite, because, of course, he expected nothing less than VIP treatment.
You see the expensive doors to his room, a number plate done in intricate detail on the door. Few guards are stationed in front of it, and they open the door with a nod to you once they sight you. Walking inside, you're met with Alexei on the bed, leaned against a few pillows, his phone in hand. Cameron D'Angelo- second in command, first in brooding- is seated on the sofa opposite the bed. His expression screams: “I’ve seen things, doc. Things that would make your medical license curl up and cry.” You could see the faint outline of a gun under his jacket, though it dosen't faze you much these days. Similar to Alexei, he too is on his phone. The latter's eyes lifts to yours at the sound of the door closing.
"If it isn't the pretty doctor," he grins, his voice smooth and velvety. He's wearing a plain black button-up and sweatpants, and his normally slicked-back hair is now tousled as if he's run his fingers through it several times.
You let out an internal sigh at his words, not really paying attention as you flip through the pages of the clipboard with his information. Taking the cap off the pen and getting ready to write, you sneak a quick glance at him.
"How are you doing?"
"Good, a bit of pain, but overall good," he answers, although his eyes are fixed on how good you look in your doctor's coat. You jot down some notes before checking his vitals.
"You'll be good to go within two days," you tell him.
"Perfect." He looks at his second-in-command and nods. Cameron gets up from the couch and walks over to the door, opening and closing it quietly, most likely to deal with his boss's discharge.
"So doctor," Alexei's velvet voice draws your attention back to him. "How about I take you out after I'm discharged?"
"Take me out as in murder?" You respond dryly, not really in the mood for his charm.
Alexei laughs, a genuine one; not one of his unhinged or mocking laughs. "You're funny, doll."
"If there isn't anything else Mr. Belmonte, I'll be going."
Alexei can't take his eyes off you as you walk away, a little smirk playing on his lips. Since you became his doctor, he's been totally fixated on you. He's been trying to charm you into going out with him, but let's just say it's not going as smoothly as he'd hoped. You've been pretty good at brushing him off, but he's not giving up that easily. After all, a Belmonte always gets what he wants.
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Alexei had been discharged several weeks ago. You have not seen him or any of his associates since then. Your own schedule was hectic, especially after one of the politicians was stabbed and the aftermath that followed.
Finally done for the day, you step out of the hospital's automatic glass doors. Your plan was to get into bed and sleep for the next twenty years, but your attention was drawn to a familiar figure leaning against a black car.
What is he doing here, you think as you walk closer to him.
"My favourite doctor!" Alexei grins, straightening up from his leaning position.
"Alexei," you acknowledge, your voice tinged with surprise and a hint of caution. "What brings you here?"
"I couldn't stay away," he says, his grin broadening.
Right, because hospitals are such romantic hotspots. Forget candlelit dinners; give me fluorescent lights and sanitized hand gel any day, you think.
"I thought you might need a ride home. Consider it a thank you for patching me up." Oh, great. A ride home from the guy who probably has a secret compartment full of weapons. But hey, your feet hurt, and your Uber rating could use a boost.
You glance at the sleek black car, its polished surface reflecting the hospital’s lights. "I appreciate the offer, but I can manage."
"Come on, doll," he insists, his tone playful yet persuasive. "It's just a ride. No strings attached."
You hesitate, weighing your options. It's been a long day, and the idea of a comfortable ride home is tempting. Plus, refusing him outright might not be the best idea. With a resigned sigh, you nod.
"Alright, but just a ride," you emphasize. "No detours."
"Scout's honor," Alexei says, placing a hand over his heart in mock sincerity. He opens the passenger door for you, and you slide into the plush leather seat. Once he’s behind the wheel, he starts the car, the engine purring smoothly.
The ride is surprisingly silent, the city lights whizzing past as Alexei drives like he's in a Fast & Furious movie. You half expect Vin Diesel to pop up in the backseat. You steal a glance at him; his usual air of danger seems subdued, replaced with an almost relaxed demeanor.
"So, doctor," he breaks the silence, "how's life been treating you?"
"Busy," you reply curtly, not willing to divulge too much (and because “chaotic” and “caffeine-fueled” don’t fit on the medical forms). "And yours?"
"Complicated," he admits with a shrug. "But that's the life I chose."
You nod, understanding the weight behind his words. Probably deals with mob drama and existential crises on a daily basis. Despite the stark differences in your lives, you both navigate high-stress environments filled with their own unique dangers.
As the car approaches your apartment building, Alexei pulls over and turns to you, his expression earnest. "I meant what I said in the hospital. I want to take you out, show you a good time. Just one date."
You sigh, contemplating his request. He’s persistent, you’ll give him that. "I'll think about it," you say finally.
"That's all I ask," he replies, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
You step out of the car, and Alexei watches as you walk towards your building. Just as you reach the entrance, you turn back to see him still there, waiting. With a small wave, you disappear inside, leaving him with a glimmer of hope.
As you close your apartment door behind you, you can't help but wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into. One thing’s for sure: life just got a lot more interesting. And maybe, just maybe, a little dangerous.
The next morning, as you prepare for another demanding day at the hospital, your mind lingers on Alexei’s unexpected visit. You shake off the thoughts, focusing instead on the tasks ahead. Saving lives and navigating the chaos of the emergency ward leaves little room for distractions. The daily grind of hospital life—the fluorescent lights, the smell of disinfectant, and the constant battle against paperwork. It’s like Grey’s Anatomy meets Office Space. But hey, at least you're not dealing with alien invasions.
However, as the days pass, Alexei’s presence becomes a constant, albeit subtle, thread woven into your routine. An occasional bouquet of flowers arrives at the nurses' station, always unsigned but unmistakably from him. A cup of your favorite coffee appears on your desk during your busiest shifts, the barista's note simply reading "From a grateful patient." His gestures are persistent yet respectful, making it harder to ignore the enigmatic mob boss.
One evening, after a particularly grueling shift, you find yourself at a small, cozy café near the hospital. As you sip your tea, you notice a familiar figure entering the café. Alexei scans the room, his eyes lighting up as they meet yours. He makes his way over, a charming smile on his face.
"May I join you?" he asks, and you nod, gesturing to the empty seat across from you.
"To what do I owe this surprise?" you inquire, your tone light but curious. Translation: Did you follow me here, or is this just a coincidence?
"I was in the neighborhood," he replies, though you suspect he had planned this encounter. Because mob bosses casually stroll through neighborhoods, humming the Godfather theme. "Thought I'd grab a coffee and maybe some good company."
You can't help but chuckle at his relentless charm. "You don't give up, do you?"
"Not when something's worth it," he says, his gaze unwavering.
The conversation flows more easily than you anticipated. You talk about your work, your interests, and he shares glimpses of his life, carefully avoiding the darker aspects. Smart move. You don’t need to know about his rival mob’s cannoli recipe. Despite your reservations, you find yourself enjoying his company.
As the evening progresses, you realize that beneath the dangerous exterior, Alexei is a man who values loyalty, family, and those who make his world a little brighter. His world is complicated, but in this moment, it feels strangely simple.
When it's time to leave, Alexei insists on walking you home, and you let him. The night air is cool, and the streets are quiet. As you reach your apartment building, he pauses, looking at you with a sincerity that catches you off guard.
"Thank you for tonight," he says softly. "I know my life isn't easy to understand, but I hope you'll give me a chance."
Before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours gently. Alexei steps back, a grin on his lips, after pressing another soft kiss to your cheek.
You hesitate for a moment, your heart thudding against your chest, before nodding. "I'll think about it," you say again, this time with sincerity. However, you intend to Google 'how to date mob bosses without dying' the moment you enter your room.
He smiles, a genuine, heartfelt smile, and you feel a warmth spread through you.
As you close your apartment door behind you, you feel a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. Your life is already filled with enough challenges, yet something about Alexei intrigues you, drawing you in despite the risks.
One thing is certain: your life is changing, and you’re not sure where this path will lead. But for the first time in a long while, you feel a spark of excitement, a sense of adventure that had been missing. And maybe, just maybe, you’re ready to see where it takes you.
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Aaaanndd, here we go! Drop your thoughts and what I should write next. Don't forget to like and reblog (very much appreciated; all of you're awesome <3). Also, the EVENT: Fics inspired by songs is going on and the first fic will be dropping this week, so stay tuned for that!!
HAVE A NICE DAY!!
Credits to the lovely @saradika for the cute line divider! Make sure to check them out!!
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rynekins · 10 months ago
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Welcome, friends, to the Sideshow Bob Awards! Recently I did a few polls about certain elements of Sideshow Bob episodes, and now I shall give some commentary over the results!
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Why did I do this? Eh, funsies, but I’ll always look for an excuse to ramble about Sideshow Bob.
First up is the Award for Humor. Which Sideshow Bob episode is the funniest? Black Widower makes Honorable Mention. While an important episode with a lot of notable moments, I might not personally rank it amongst the funniest. Though Bob’s dry wit (as always) wins me over, and Bart explaining Bob’s plan to Homer, worthy of a chuckle.
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This overall ranking, out of all of the polls, I agree with the most. Sideshow Bob’s Last Gleaming has some stellar Bob moments: Bob on helium, mimicking the Colonel, his pathetic attempt to kill Krusty, and who could possibly forget the Air Show Rant.
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“Air Show? Buzzzzzz-cut Alabamians spewing colored smoke from their whiz jets to the strains of Rock You Like a Hurricane? What kind of country-fried rube’s still impressed by that?!” As for the Air Show Rant, I am also giving it the Award for Best Quote. Unfortunately, this poll did not have much engagement. I expected people to be shy, and I suppose I should have made it a normal poll for people to vote on instead of asking for more direct input, but there are simply too many good Bob quotes to narrow it down! How could I possibly? I had not the strength. His exasperation with his peers, mocking elitist tone, the venom, the sass, the hip swaying and crossing of his feet, going wall eyed and throwing his arms out cuz he always gotta be extra, if there is a perfect Sideshow Bob quote that exemplifies his character it would be this one.
Aside from that, mocking the military and garbage television, this episode offers a ton of laughs, worthy of at least Third place.
Brother From Another Series takes Second, and has a different brand of humor, but the kind that always gets me. It’s supposedly written like an episode of Frasier, which means the script is chock full of one liners from two guys too smart for their own good, constantly trying to one-up eachother. You wonder how both Bob and Cecil could ever end up in Springfield, an environment of pure dumbassery, and it clearly has had an effect on them (they must have drunk the water). Personal favorite moments are the boys with the slack-jawed locals, “especially Lisa, but ESPECIALLY Bart”, and “utterly hopeless”.
To no one’s surprise Cape Feare takes the crown. It often makes top 10 lists for its humor alone, and with good reason. This episode is packed with jokes, funny drawings, and goofiness, with running gags so memorable and powerful that they would get callbacks even 30 years later. The idiocy is at an all time high, both with Homer and Bob, which frankly is necessary to balance out the more sinister and rather tense scenes. Homer scaring Bart, the rakes, the drive through the cactus patch, The Rakes, “Hello Mr Thompson”, THE RAKES. This episode is iconic, and I completely understand why.
Next up we have the Award for Animation. For our Honorable Mention, we have Bob’s official debut, Krusty Gets Busted. I’m glad to see some love for season 1, when everything was experimental especially with the animation. The linework, expressions, poses, models, colors, everything seems off by today’s standards, but you can see the effort and love put into it. There’s something beautiful about how rough it looks because you know what a struggle it was to make it work. And it does work. But I’m biased toward things that are hand drawn.
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In Third for this category, the award goes to Gone Boy, the complete opposite of Krusty Gets Busted. We have the modern era, the clean colors, the characters staying on model, a lot of the stiffness that a lot of people don’t care for. However, there are moments that feel like a return to form in this episode. My eyes lit up when I saw Bob’s face as he encountered Milhouse. Then the dance he does as he sings is song-o. The wintery environment, a few ambitious angles, some great character acting. It’s proof that newer episodes have their beauty too. I only wish that the hallucination sequences went harder. Imagine, if you will, they suddenly went Courage the Cowardly Dog mode on you and changed mediums, turned into something more experimental and maybe truly nightmarish. This episode was great, but it could have been legendary. I am grateful for the feast we got. In Second, Black Widower returns, which dare I say has been robbed. Yes, I think it should have been First. This episode is gorgeous, but as I have established, I liked the earlier, rougher animation.
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Every single frame of Bob’s rant on MacGyver is absolutely wild, as is the skipping through the flowers. The colors in the night scenes. The glow from the explosion. There’s so much character here, so many expressions and extra motions with hands in scenes, even when no one is talking. The weight in Bob’s hair when he throws back his head for a maniacal laugh. What this episode’s got is flair. Once again, Cape Feare takes First. I can see why, because it is a very good looking episode. One of the best. Oh, how I wish the show still looked like this (the latest Treehouse Ei8ht made me crave what we have lost). But I must wonder if it might be taking the number one spot because of how memorable it is with other factors. No doubt it’s funny, with a lot of well done and imaginative scenes. Bob’s lil dance during his work out comes out of nowhere and is hysterical. You think for a minute that the episode is going to cheat you when the elephants are trampling him off-screen then it pans down to show you the exact moment one steps on and off his skull. The increasingly elaborate set and costume designs for Bob’s theatrical performance. There is a lot of artistry to appreciate here. It’s cinematic even. Then again, a lot of the cinematic moments can be attributed to its source material: the 1991 movie Cape Fear, some moments directly inspired. Not to say that all of the work was done for them, certainly not. They put their own spin on things.
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Perhaps the placement is deserved. The shot that goes from Bart’s window, flying over all of Springfield, to Bob’s prison is particularly impressive. There’s a lot of juicy saturation and shifts in color reminiscent of shots from Krusty Gets Busted and Black Widower. It’s safe to assume that I’m drawn more towards character details, and little things like all the lower angles we get from Bob work well in conveying menace, as if we, the audience, are in danger
This concludes Part One of the Sideshow Bob Awards, In Part Two I will cover Best Song and Best Mystery. As for intermission, picture THE RAKES!!!
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genericpuff · 1 year ago
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i have this problem where i have to spend shitloads of time drawing and mocking up extra stuff that probably isn't even that important because i need to fundamentally understand what it is that i'm drawing and perceiving through the creation process so i can have the confidence in showing it to others, even if what i'm showing to others will likely go unnoticed
i'm sure it's not a bad problem to have because it means i'm actually putting in time and effort to develop things like props, backgrounds, worldbuilding lore, etc. but the downside means i spend way too much time stressing over little pointless details that don't affect the story and i don't even know if other people will notice. and when i try to go easier on myself and remind myself "puff, no one is going to notice these tiny pointless details if they go missing or aren't taken into account", that little voice in my head chirps "you're the kind of person to notice these things, so there are definitely others who will, so you absolutely have to make sure you have the layout of artemis' house designed for those people who will pay attention to those sorts of tiny pointless details like you do-"
anyways here's the layout of artemis' house that i finally settled on after 2 hours of fiddling with it and moving things around and trying to figure out how the fuck stairs work from a top down view, based on the 3D model i used for it in Ep 18. only the exterior of the model was designed so i had to figure out how to fit an entire living space inside the pre-existing 3D shape (subtracting the garage extension of the model that I thankfully didn't draw in Ep 18, phew) and what i had already shown of the interior in Episode 19 and thus couldn't be changed (such as the closet being to Persephone's right and the dining area being immediately visible from the front door and the couch in the living area needing available space behind it because artemis fell asleep behind it in Episode 16, yes these are the things that my brain works itself into a tizzy over-)
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i guess it can serve some kind of purpose outside of my own head if you want to make a sims version of her house or something idk LMAO
although i'm realizing that there's still an issue with this because this stupid 3D model is covered in stupid windows which i've already drawn in Ep 18 and there's one SPECIFIC stupid window to the right of the front door which is precisely where the closet and stairs are in my drawing and i'm realizing that i'm accidentally creating some fucked up house of leaves scenario where the house has features that by all means shouldn't exist nor function but exist unapologetically with full functionality anyways
this is the part where i need to go to bed and worry about it later when i can boot up the sims and build the house myself just for the sake of fact-checking myself, please stay tuned because this may not even be the final version of the house after i'm through with building it in-game (。_。)
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archive-of-artprompts · 1 year ago
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Send in a character trope and I'll draw or write an OC/Character with that prompt
tropes from tvtropes
All-Loving Hero - A heroic character whose love and compassion are unlimited.
The Antagonist - Opposes The Protagonist.
Anthropomorphic Personification - Living, roughly hominoid embodiments of abstract concepts.
Anti-Hero - A morally questionable hero who lacks conventional heroic qualities.
Blind Seer - Physically blind, but "sees" with other means.
Blue-Collar Warlock - Modern, street-smart spellcasters.
Bruiser with a Soft Center - Tough characters are capable of having soft hearts.
The Champion - A character devoted to sticking up for another character.
A Chat with Satan - A character tests whether the hero would enact their darker desires if tempted.
The Chosen One - The ancient prophecy says that only a certain person can save the world.
Classic Villain - A villain who acts as an evil foil to the hero's personality and is a main block to his journey towards his destiny.
The Conscience - A character that acts as another one's moral guide.
The Corrupter - A villain who tempts people into doing evil things.
The Cynic - Someone who always has low expectations for everything.
Demiurge Archetype - Someone evil pretending to be the setting's Top God.
Dumb Muscle - Lots of brawn, short on brains.
Eccentric Mentor - A mentor who is quirky, yet still wise and skilled.
Enigmatic Empowering Entity - A mysterious character who grants great power.
Evil Overlord - An incredibly powerful, highly influential despot who is usually the Big Bad of the story.
The Fair Folk - Fairies have Blue-and-Orange Morality.
False Prophet - A savior or religious figure, or someone posing as such, lying for selfish reasons.
Father Neptune - An old, gritty, experienced sailor.
The Ferryman - A mythical figure whose boat is used as a vehicle to transport people to Other Worlds.
Fool for Love - Tough, and possibly cynical, but still a sucker for love.
Gentle Giant - An imposing and scary but kind-hearted Big Guy.
The Good King - A king who is good at his job and beloved by the people.
Granny Classic - A wise, nurturing, and reliable grandmother.
The Grotesque - A character's ugliness is so extreme that it elicits pity instead of disgust.
Herald - What sends The Hero on their journey.
The Hero's Idol - The character who inspires The Hero to follow their path.
Heroic Wannabe - Wants to be a hero, but lacks the skills and/or mindset for actual heroism.
The High Queen - A woman of wealth, power, near-impossible beauty, and a calm demeanor.
Higher Self - A character's wiser, dettached side.
Hunter of Monsters - Someone who hunts and kills monsters and supernatural creatures.
Ideal Hero - A morally perfect hero.
The Idealist - A character defined by their hopefulness in the present and the future.
Ineffectual Loner - A capable but solitary character whose efficiency is limited by their lack of friends.
Jeanne d'Archétype - A young, soldier woman who is seen as her cause's symbol.
The Kirk - The balancer/combination of logic and emotion.
The Klutz - A character whose defining trait is clumsiness.
Knight in Shining Armor - A hero who champions the weak and innocent, especially women in distress.
Loser Archetype - A character whose disgrace comes from their lack of talent/skill.
Lovable Rogue - A charming, likeable trickster.
Madonna Archetype - Humble mother figure modeled after the Virgin Mary.
The McCoy - The emotional and sentimentalistic character.
Mentor Archetype - Someone whose role is to ensure The Hero's Character Development.
Messianic Archetype - Someone who endures great sacrifices to save others.
Mock Millionaire - A millionaire wannabe.
Modern Major General - Can do anything well except their actual job.
My Girl Back Home -The loved one who The Hero leaves when going on an adventure.
Old Soldier - Military Old Master.
The Paladin - Holy knight with healing and defensive powers and light based magic.
The Paragon - An embodiment of virtue who inspires others to help society.
The Patriarch - A male elder with the highest authority in his family.
Person of Mass Destruction - A person with massively devastating abilities.
The Pollyanna - A character who remains optimistic no matter what may happen to them.
Powers That Be - Almighty, powerful, and invisible forces.
Princess Classic - An innocent, good and kind princess.
The Protagonist - The character whom the story is about.
Rebel Leader - The character who leads La Résistance.
Rebellious Spirit - A character who doesn't abide by the rules.
Reluctant Monster - An Always Chaotic Evil species is oblivious/reluctant to their deeds.
Satanic Archetype - An evil-doer modelled after Satan.
Seeker Archetype - A character whose main motivation is to learn a certain truth.
Shadow Archetype - A character embodies another character's rejected facets.
Sidekick - The ever-reliable Number Two guy to every hero.
The Spock - The logical intellectual.
Star-Crossed Lovers - Lovers doomed to be kept apart.
The Storyteller - A character who tells tales and sometimes is the narrator.
The Trickster - A cunning character who disregards the rules.
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artofrengin · 2 years ago
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Here's a sneak peek of content that's normally not for the general public! For every illustration I made for Netherrealms, I did a write-up of how I made the piece and release that exclusively for ρatrons.
This is an illustration I’ve been looking forward to painting again with my skill having progressed after 5 years. Here’s the first version I painted back in 2016:
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This was my starting point when I started figuring out a way to remake this illustration. I didn’t want to change the composition, but I did want to add a lot of things I learned about lighting, costume design and giving direction to the composition.
As usual, I started with a moodboard to gather reference for lighting, the costume etc.
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I then started setting up a scene to create reference for for Than’s pose. I loved the pose in one of the reference images (the mannequin in Cersei’s dress at the top left of the ref board, for the experts) so I decided to emulate that, with some adaptations to have Than look down at us all (as she does).
Eventually, I had a scene set up, but no real idea how I was going to approach the new version of her dress. For a quick mock-up, I just made a screenshot from Blender of the scene I already had and sketched on top of that in Photoshop:
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Now that I’ve got the basic shapes down, I have a little fun and recreate the dress in Marvelous Designer. I took the dress I made in Marvelous for Nergui earlier as a base and adapted that to fit Than’s frame, and looked up some really basic puffy sleeves patterns to emulate those, plus her overcoat.
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(I actually understand sewing so much better after making a few of these - not that I’d actually be able to sew a dress after this though)
Since her collar would be a hard surface thing, I modeled that in Blender, imported the cloth from Marvelous and voilá, we have some reference:
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Her collar didn’t have the shape I wanted exactly and the fabric of her overcoat wasn’t as thick as I wanted it to be, but this gives me a good idea of where I want to take the piece. So now I could go on to the actual drawing!
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After the initial sketch I begin to lay in some colors, and make selections to fill them with the gradient tool. After a while, the painting looks like this:
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I decided at this point I hadn’t taken Native’s anatomy into account enough: their necks are very elongated and their shoulders rest really low. I ended up adapting my sketch with the liquify tool to emphasise that a bit more, though I realized the collar would cover up a lot of that effect.
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What I’ve also done at this point is create a design for the overcoat. To keep it consistent, I used the symmetry tool with different shapes to create designs, and clipped those to the blue square I’d created. I then made a smart object out of that whole design. That way, I could duplicate it, use it on the other side of her overcoat, and then change the design without having to redo it twice.
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I used the same technique on the ribbons hanging from her collar as the rest of the patterned fabric: I created a design within a smart object, and then duplicated that smart object to fit other spaces where I wanted them to fit. I also decided at this point (after looking up some extra reference) that the gold embossing wasn’t looking like it should, so I made it a lot darker.
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When I was almost finished I realized that the image was incredibly dark (in a bad way), so I upped the contrast a bit in the whole image, but also brightened up Than a bit to bring her more to the foreground.
I like to let a piece rest for a while after I’ve worked on it. Sometimes I even come back to a piece after a week with new insights. This one went through the same process. After a week of vacation I came back to the piece and made some final color adjustments and brightened everything up a bit more. And that’s how I ended up with the final piece!
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I’m happy to have tackled this piece, because I now have a worthy piece to display next to Time. Now I only need a version of Tallulah where she doesn’t have her head in the clouds and I’ll have the full triptych. :)
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pugugly001 · 2 years ago
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Hypnotic Holiday
The morning of July 4th, the town was bustling with activity. The streets were full of people out to get their shopping done and make sure they had everything they needed for the Independence Day celebrations that night. But little did anyone know, a different kind of celebration was already underway in this small rural company boomtown; an invasion by fifty mysterious women who'd come to take control.
The women were all stunningly beautiful and wore revealing swimsuits which showed off their toned bodies and curves perfectly. At first glance no one noticed anything strange about them as most men simply admired from afar without getting too close or giving away any suspicions - until it was too late, when everyone would discover that these weren't just normal models but actually Eye Sirens using sexual hypnosis to lure unsuspecting victims into a trap!
All throughout the day these sirens worked their magic on every man in town without anyone suspecting what was going on until later in the afternoon when some started feeling strangely aroused for no apparent reason - realizing something wasn't quite right with these mysterious visitors soon enough though nobody knew exactly what it could be yet...
As time passed more and more men found themselves captivated by these beautiful creatures whose eyes seemed to hold some sort of power over them – while also becoming increasingly weak-willed as if being hypnotized into submission! All leading up towards what would become known as 'Dependence Day', when at last those responsible for this sudden wave of seduction revealed themselves…
Subjugation Celebration
The afternoon of July 4th was the day that would be forever known as Dependence Day. As if on cue, the Eye Sirens began to herd all the men in town into a large auditorium near the center of town. They used their hypnotic powers to lure and draw people in with promises of entertainment and prizes – unaware they were being lured into a trap!
Once everyone had gathered inside, it became clear that this wasn't just some innocent celebration; instead it seemed like something much more sinister was at work here! The Eye Sirens had locked all exits leading out from within and now stood guard over them making sure no one could escape. They then took turns parading around seductively on stage as if performing for an audience which only further intensified their victims' feelings of arousal – not realizing yet what exactly was going on but unable to look away or resist any longer...
Finally after everyone's eyes were firmly glued upon them, the sirens teasingly revealed themselves bit by bit until finally unveiling their true forms: Amazon topped by a single somehow mocking mesmerizing eye . At this moment every man present understood why they'd been so captivated - each victim now completely enslaved under her gaze unable to look away even when threatened with pain or death... And thus Dependence Day began its reign over this small company boomtown - where no man would ever again know freedom once ensnared by these mysterious women from beyond!
Everyday is Dependence day
The Eye Sirens moved through the auditorium with predatory grace, their gaze causing each man to tremble and sweat in fear as they surrounded them from all sides so there was nowhere to run or hide. The sirens seemed almost pleased by this fact, like cats playing with mice before finally consuming them they teasingly mocked the men telepathically for bring lead so easily to their doom even as their victim attempted to escape or plead for mercy.
Their gazes were both intense and alluring; reducing each man present into nothing more than an aroused slave eager to do anything just for one glimpse of these powerful creatures' faces again. Everyone succumbed eventually after being subjected long enough – forced against their will into submission and dependence on these mysterious women from beyond!
As the ranks of their victims diminished the sirens began toying with their victims like playthings - lightly stroking them or whispering sweet nothings into their ears while they could do nothing but stare helplessly back. Their telepathic mockery dug ever deeper into the souls of those fools that somehow avoided direct eye contact, a sultry cruel chorus that smirked at them while resonating inside their skull and their helpless erections – until at last every was a slave to his erection, which was a slave of the sirens.
The Eye Sirens had established Dependence Day – a holiday of desperate arousal meant to be celebrated all year long…
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felixcloud6288 · 3 months ago
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Higurashi: Festival Accompanying Chapter 16
Back in Massacre chapter 17, Takano said there are powers in Tokyo who want to see Tokyo fail. And we're seeing some of that now that Nomura is here.
I'm going to take what Nomura says with a grain of salt. She's ultimately trying to manipulate Takano so we can't guarantee anything she says is actually true. In particular, she says the new board in Tokyo wants to discontinue Takano's research because they disagree with it and she brings up wanting to continue Koizumi's legacy.
Remember that under Koizumi's influence, Hinamizawa Syndrome research was directed toward military use. And Takano's thesis went as far as assuming the possibility of human thought being controlled by parasites.
The "logical" conclusion I see is this research could lead to developing mass mind-control.
But anyway, Nomura is an obviously evil person with evil intents. It's absolutely creepy how much she read Takano like a book, but then again she probably didn't need to do much work to figure Takano out. If she really did talk with Koizumi about why he was funding Takano's research and if she knew about her outburst during the meeting last chapter, it probably wasn't difficult to realize Takano is only doing all this to make the people who mocked her grandfather's research acknowledge it as true.
And while we don't hear Nomura's suggestion, we can know exactly what it was. Emergency Manual 34 already exists as it was mentioned in chapter 12. Tokyo ultimately wants to eradicate Hinamizawa Syndrome and act as if it never existed. But invoking Emergency Manual 34 will force Tokyo to have to enact a FAR greater coverup which will be the cause of speculations, conspiracies, and policies for at least 20 years.
And while I'd assume Takano already is a hobby occult writer, she probably slipped some of her writings into all the myth that will surround the Great Hinamizawa Disaster as some way to include a little bit of the true reason for everything into it.
Keiichi has moved into the village and he's getting a look at the school.
Keiichi and his family moved to Hinamizawa after Keiichi had assaulted children with a model gun and shot one girl in the eye. And now he's going to be in a class with children around the same age as that girl.
Chie asked that he set a good example for them as he will be the oldest boy in the class. Keiichi was very awkward in agreeing to that, but he does genuinely want to be a good role model going forward.
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I wish I could tell who this is supposed to be. Is she a magical girl, a music idol, or just a character someone drew?
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The VN contains a few instances where it mentions things that don't exist in 1983. From @8bitsupervillain's playthrough of the VNs, I found screenshots mentioning Cardcaptor Sakura (renamed as Card Master Sakura) and the end of the Cold War. Cardcaptor Sakura began publication in 1996 while the Cold War ended in 1991.
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But anyway, the first thing that popped into my mind was Madoka from Puella Magi Madoka Magica, which is extra insane because it first aired in 2011, a year after this chapter was first published.
I wonder if Keiichi had a similar scenario his father had when meeting Hanyu and Rika. We have no confirmation that this scene of them introducing themselves to him happens in every timeline.
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The moment I read "You're the six on the die, Keiichi, sir." I started trying to assign characters to each value and realized none of Rika's preparations include Shion at all.
There was something about how Hanyu's horns are drawn that's been bugging me and I finally figured it out with this panel.
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The way Karin Suzuragi seems to draw Hanyu's head is by drawing Hanyu's hair and then placing the horns on top of her head. As a result, Hanyu's hair doesn't flow around her horns.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, Takano's reaction to god rolling ones on her is to flip the table to make the dice become a six. And everything about Operation Apocalypse is that plus more. Not only does she intend to flip the table once more, but she's decided to directly fight against who she believes is responsible for all her struggles.
Although really, she's taking all her frustration out on a local deity who really has nothing to do with anything. Really, Takano should want to befriend Oyashiro since Oyashiro is so deeply tied to Hinamizawa.
Takano said an absolute will shall decide an absolute future. Her will is to make herself and her grandfather into gods. The means do not matter. She previously tried to accomplish this through her research, but now she's decided to achieve godhood by becoming Oyashiro.
And since her approach requires her to oppose god rather than have god's support, she decided to give back the one thing god ever gave her.
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I think it's safe to assume Takano offered a ten yen coin to the Furude shrine in every timeline. And in every other timeline, the offering was accepted. So Takano could say she owed nothing to god.
But this time, her offering was rejected. Oyashiro has declared that she will oppose Takano's plan from even the first step.
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NIPA BEAM!!!
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This is pure speculation on my part, but I want to throw out the possibility that Nomura may be behind even more than what we're given. There's no proof, but I kinda wonder if she may have had Koizumi assassinated. His cause of death was a sudden heart attack. Sure, he's old and it's not unusual for someone his age to die like that, but the Wild Dogs previously killed Rika's father in a way that makes it look like he died from a heart attack.
And the Wild Dogs were hired by Koizumi, but they're secretly working under Nomura during Operation Apocalypse. Maybe Nomura decided to get rid of Koizumi so she could make a power-grab that failed. Or maybe things are going exactly as intended and she just wants to sow as much chaos as possible.
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meanwhileinstasiville · 1 year ago
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I see all the yellow and I get followed around by the cars and...
You guys are stacked up against *every single old world stereotype from everywhere on earth* about that standard Latino build; laziness, pestilence, Animal Farm of the pigs as fascists, corruption, graft, sickness of the heart and of the mind.
Dear Arin, your brother acts and socializes and even attempted to court women, like a latino. And who absent that, seemed keen on tabling doumas like a Russian, a probable heritage from the perogi preparing great grandma of gangnes drive. And not white so much. Whataboutism, though definitely. Walking by "otterlifter" summons a yellow clad person, cooper, or otherwise? Mazatlan? Any of a number of college-meets-siskyou buildings?
Actives "that must not go unanswered" like *walking down the street* *across a bridge* *up a hill*? Really?
Whatever it is, it's not whiteness. American even at times. Slavic quality more and more, I swear.
(Am glad it's not dying, or that I can find shoes *because someone intends to mock me* rather than going barefoot, or that I eat daily because someone wants to ascribe or draw conclusions from it) Really.
...But what does it do? My parameters don't change anyone else's for being harassed all the time.
*seems to be getting a lot of exercise, the stationed person from the library lobby who spends time hogging the community phone there* (Since I started sitting in the corner)
*seems the mumbler girl who holed up; outside what was the paddington throwaway store, what the vicinity of love revolution has for seating, at the top of the library stair in the magazines, is taking to walking all the way to clay street to meet me there*
*Exponentially increasingly bizarre conversation downstairs as of the last three days or so*
*used to see this stuff at the mountain avenue crossing below the highschool where the walking path met the road* (any of the random encounters waiting for me to have them)
*used to see the car thing piled up as curated traffic at the walking path meets garfield location* (stacks of cars from encounters at intersections around town and the outskirts)
*and first spot next to the coop where had sat red hondas and blue fords before that, yet another cooper because some economist mags were left on a low library shelf* In the large print section (I'm going to hazard a guess that you became an economist because Eric read that, ryan. So, economics is about *making people ***do things*** not reading and citing indicators for praises; military strategy is about killing people *it's not about studying maps for notable features* ("we'll inflict so much pain on them (meaning I think, the fed) that they'll have to lay people off" said an old issue of the economist about fixing things. Which is why *you can't ever afford to actually be wrong* as a late friend might observe. Out of every hundred people; who lives dies works gets sick or has unmet needs?
(Following by cars based on make model and even color, is not a solution to any problem that I have. I am not for want of it when it is not there)
Unless of course, it's the nazi thing; which another friend strongly denies. So I lived at *both* an address of a dead friend and later a living one. I squatted a place in highschool formerly occupied by a family or two of illegals who spoke spanish. I am not any of them. I feel like this is more important than ever, to point out
Add to that the yellow clad woman with a leash and then the guy in yellow coat who made several passes *to be seen* next to the library
A motorcycle with sidecar, I don't know guys seems gangs plus fascism
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"Maybe you and I should check out one of those fancy grocery stores and see if we can find some of those." he wondered if Kyle would want to go the nursery with him or if that would be boring. Though the boy had made it quite clear that he wouldn't find any parts of him boring. no sense testing that theory though.
"I suppose so. My brother taught me by example to stand up for people who can't stand up for themselves. I'm not as good at it as he is, but I like to think I can make him proud sometimes." He tipped his head to the side and grinned, reaching out to gently tap Kyle on the tip of his adorable nose. "Pretty much all of the parts sweetheart. Mostly your honesty and good heart. The world has plenty of jaded, grouchy people. You make me smile and I'm sure many others too. So don't change that okay?" He gave him a mock stern look. Of course how could he keep a stern face at that declaration. "More than pizza? That is a lot." He hugged him for a moment enjoying the simple closeness without any expectation other than just this.
"Sure, but if I get tipsy you have to promise to behave like a proper gentleman," he said with a playful wink. He listened to Kyle explain what he enjoyed about bondage as he sipped his wine appreciatively. He'd heard people talk about it that way before though usually from the tie-ee perspective not the tie-er side of things. It was interesting. He did some strange head shake/nod thing to indicate his ambivalence. "I like it just fine, I suppose, but it more that I enjoy whatever give my partner pleasure. If they like to tie me up than I want to be tied up. If they want to blindfold me, I want to be blindfolded. If they want to cut, I want to be cut. I only have a couple of hard limits. They've gotten in the way a few times, but I'd rather keep the limits for the time being than risk a sub drop or something."
Charlie laughed out loud. "I have indeed. A lot. More than my fair share if I'm being honest. I'm not sure I'm a terrific model for you about this topic." He sobered and leaned forward drawing his knees up to his chest. "Listen. There is no wrong or right or anything in between when it comes to this. I lost my virginity way too young and I wasn't in a good place when I did it and kind of wish I'd waited for that reason, but even so I don't regret it. On the other hand I didn't top anyone until just a couple of years ago. I waited and I don't regret that either. It's all just a journey, you know." He was, if he was actually being honest, glad that Kyle wanted to make his first time be with someone he cared about. Getting fucked in the back of a pick up truck with too little lube and too much enthusiasm was fine and good for him, but his friend deserved much, much better. He let a small smile curve his lips. He didn't know if Kyle knew how much his expressions broadcast his thoughts. There was obviously someone. Charlie tried to think about anyone he'd seen his friend with. "You seem to be getting pretty close to Miss Jade," he hinted in a conspiratorial voice. "Is there something going on there?"
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“I do now!” Kyle grinned, letting out a chuckle to match Charlie’s. Shaking his head, he looked shocked. “But I’ve seen it! And other fruit that’s a combination of two. Like the plumquat, and the pineberry (pineapple and strawberry). They are real!” He was certain of this, even if it had been years ago when he heard of these fruits. It’s not that he’d never seen one in real life, but he remembered hearing about them through a credible source. “Oh, so you were standing up for someone. That’s nice! I think putting yourself out of your comfort zone for other people feels easier… or less scary.” He wasn’t sure if he was making sense. “Though I can’t imagine speaking up to a professor!” Especially one that was clearly a bully. “Which… part… exactly?” Kyle asked, slightly confused about what he had said to garner the other’s compliment. But nonetheless, he smiled and nodded. “I appreciate you guys more than pizza.” Which was a lot. As he was pulled in, Kyle moved his arms around Charlie’s body, hugging the other man for a moment.
“If I don’t like it, will you drink it for me?” It was something he and his brothers used to do. Share unfinished or unwanted food, drinks, etc. Crossing his legs on the chair, Kyle continued bringing nachos to his mouth. “I really like the different ways of doing it. Like you can use cuffs, or rope, or tape, or silk ties, and they all look and feel different. And then you can tie someone up in so many different ways!” He had yet to actually do it, but maybe soon. “So, you’re into, like, light bondage?”
As Kyle listened to Charlie, he started to wonder if he should wait and not rush it, either. He just got in these moods where he was tired of waiting. Currently, he was in a ‘I wanna lose it before my 19th birthday’ mood. “I don’t know… I feel like you would know more than me… cos you’ve actually done it.” He took a sip of the wine, cold and dry. “Why do you wish you hadn’t rushed it?” He paused for a moment. “I think… I just want to do it with someone that I have feelings for.” Influenced by his movies, Kyle didn’t want to just fuck. “I don’t need to be in love with them, or anything. I just want to know I had feelings for that person and they had feelings for me.”  He shrugged. “I don’t think so.” His crush on Jade was no secret, but he didn’t feel like they were there. He could hope, but that's all at this point. He took a bigger sip of the wine. It wasn’t something he would get for himself, but he didn’t hate it.
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gew-portfolio · 2 years ago
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Digital Portfolio
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Media: Ink
Size: A1
This is a drawing of a female form, focusing on creating deep shadows and a clear gesture, as well as trying out a pose that I found interesting to draw from.
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Media: Chalk
Size: Roughly A1
In this piece the task was to shade only where the light hit the body instead of drawing the outlines and shading the shadows. This allowed me to focus on the highlights.
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Media: Charcoal
This piece was one of my first 10 minute sketches, where I tried to focus more on gesture than shape.
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Media: Charcoal
Size: A1
I enjoyed this one a lot. These were 1-2 minutes sketches using the charcoal on its side and trying to use only straight lines to convey gesture and display figure.
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Media: Pencil and Charcoal
These were my first set of 15 minute drawings, where I was trying to experiment.
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Media: Pencil, chalk, and charcoal
Size: Roughly A4 each
This is were I began to focus on shadows and highlights more, as well as exploring perspective and foreshortening.
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Media: Ink, bleach, and pastels
Size: A1
In this piece I had to be careful not to completely outline the body and focus on just the highlights with the bleach. I didnt think I could get the head in while just looking at the highlights so I focused on the torso and thighs. I also tried to deepen shadowy areas slightly with a blue pastel.
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Media: Ink
I began to look at movement by overlapping different poses on top of each other in different colours. The model would dance until someone said stop then we would have 3 minutes to draw the pose.
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Media: Pencil and ink
This was also a piece looking at movement, it was the models movement from standing, to sitting on a chair, to sitting on the floor, to finally laying down. I used the same media for every other pose. pencil for the 1st and 3rd and inks for the 2nd and 4th. I also began to use more vibrant colours.
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Media: Acrylics and pencil
This was my first exploration with acrylics whilst life drawing. I wanted to focus on the legs so I could experiment on the foreshortening with the legs.
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Media: Ink
In this piece I tried to be a bit bolder with the inks and didnt use pencil to out line the figure.
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Media: Acrylics and pencil
Whilst I did use some pencil in this piece to outline, I tried to reduce how much I out lined. I also tried to use more mid tones to make the highlights look lighter and shadows look darker. This was a difficult pose for me so I tried to only focus on some of the body to get the foreshortening.
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Media: Soft pastels
I like this piece. I focused on gesture with this piece and tried to exaggerate the slight turn to the left and weight put on the back foot. I also focused on the shadow and highlights, especially on the back.
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Media: Screen print and sewing
Size: A3
This is a single screen print design repeated and overlapped on a piece of fabric. I then sewed over the top in red and orange following the pattern of the screen print.
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Media: Screen printing
Size: A3
This is the same design layered on a piece of paper, that I cut up and the weaved back together.
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Media: Paper (laser cut)
Size: Each circular design ranges from 10cm - 15cm in diameter
These are my paper cuts and designs which were a development piece. I used black sugar paper, white paper and tracing paper with each design printed out several times in the different papers. On the physical piece they are raised off the backing paper with sticky foam giving them different elevations.
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Media: Fabric, dyes, screen print, paper cuts, dissolvable fabric outcomes .
Size: A2
This is a mock piece where a put several development pieces together. This used a lot of experimentation, and some trial and error especially with the fine lines of the screen print design.
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Media: Fabric, dyes, screen print, paper cuts, appliques, and sewing
Size: Circle is 20 cm diameter, and rectangle is just bigger than A4
This is a set based off of a the same piece but going in 2 different directions. I began sewing into these pieces and continued with the circle organic theme, using patterns to sew them together instead of just outlining the separate pieces.
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Media: Fabric, dyes, screen print, paper cuts, applique, sewing, dissolvable fabric outcomes
Size: Each fabric circle base is about 20 com in diameter
This was my final outcome of this set of experimentation. 2 of the fabric circles are separate, and 2 of them are connected with the appliques and paper cuts. As they aren't all connected they can be rearranged or even hung up.
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Media: Pencil and Acrylic paint
Size: A1
The one on the left is a scan which has more focus but makes it too light/white. The one on the right is a photo, which has less focus but show the colours better.
This is part of the first project from the course that I'm currently on. In this piece I explore linear perspective as well as attempting to grey colours out as they extend into the distance. This is technically still a work in progress, as I haven't finished the view from the window.
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Media: Foam board, and Styrofoam
Size: The base circle is 15cm in diameter, the top of the arc (where the "brain" rests) is 10 cm in diameter.
This was a model I made in the 2nd project, that had to involve an aspect of the body. I chose the brain and decided to do a museum with an auditorium at the top. This is all created without the help of a computer or machine, which meant it took up a lot of my time and effort.
Unfortunately I was too focused on creating this piece, and I dont think I explored around as much as I wish I had done, but I am glad that it came out as well as it did despite this. It also helped me realize that I needed to explore more colour, texture and materials with each project.
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This is a board with some of my initial ideas, final ideas and some tests with materials and getting them to flex.
This is one of my recent projects (3rd project, finished as of 30th of January), where I'm designing a sculptural small building. It has to do with giving a place for the homeless to sleep without causing issues, and whilst being a sculptural piece .
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This is part of my current project. These pieces were part of my colour and shape exploration after I looked into the MahaNakhon Tower. I had decided to explore a geometrical aspect and how different colours and lighting would affect it. I started it with a hand drawn sketch and transferred it digitally into illustrator. I also tried to give a glowing effect.
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gw-portfolio · 2 years ago
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Media: Ink
Size: A1
This is a drawing of a female form, focusing on creating deep shadows and a clear gesture, as well as trying out a pose that I found interesting to draw from.
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Media: Chalk
Size: Roughly A1
In this piece the task was to shade only where the light hit the body instead of drawing the outlines and shading the shadows. This allowed me to focus on the highlights.
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Media: Charcoal
This piece was one of my first 10 minute sketches, where I tried to focus more on gesture than shape.
Tumblr media
Media: Charcoal
Size: A1
I enjoyed this one a lot. These were 1-2 minutes sketches using the charcoal on its side and trying to use only straight lines to convey gesture and display figure.
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Media: Pencil and Charcoal
These were my first set of 15 minute drawings, where I was trying to experiment.
Tumblr media
Media: Pencil, chalk, and charcoal
Size: Roughly A4 each
This is were I began to focus on shadows and highlights more, as well as exploring perspective and foreshortening.
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Media: Ink, bleach, and pastels
Size: A1
In this piece I had to be careful not to completely outline the body and focus on just the highlights with the bleach. I didnt think I could get the head in while just looking at the highlights so I focused on the torso and thighs. I also tried to deepen shadowy areas slightly with a blue pastel.
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Media: Ink
I began to look at movement by overlapping different poses on top of each other in different colours. The model would dance until someone said stop then we would have 3 minutes to draw the pose.
Tumblr media
Media: Pencil and ink
This was also a piece looking at movement, it was the models movement from standing, to sitting on a chair, to sitting on the floor, to finally laying down. I used the same media for every other pose. pencil for the 1st and 3rd and inks for the 2nd and 4th. I also began to use more vibrant colours.
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Media: Acrylics and pencil
This was my first exploration with acrylics whilst life drawing. I wanted to focus on the legs so I could experiment on the foreshortening with the legs.
Tumblr media
Media: Ink
In this piece I tried to be a bit bolder with the inks and didnt use pencil to out line the figure.
Tumblr media
Media: Acrylics and pencil
Whilst I did use some pencil in this piece to outline, I tried to reduce how much I out lined. I also tried to use more mid tones to make the highlights look lighter and shadows look darker. This was a difficult pose for me so I tried to only focus on some of the body to get the foreshortening.
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Media: Soft pastels
I like this piece. I focused on gesture with this piece and tried to exaggerate the slight turn to the left and weight put on the back foot. I also focused on the shadow and highlights, especially on the back.
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Media: Screen print and sewing
Size: A3
This is a single screen print design repeated and overlapped on a piece of fabric. I then sewed over the top in red and orange following the pattern of the screen print.
Tumblr media
Media: Screen printing
Size: A3
This is the same design layered on a piece of paper, that I cut up and the weaved back together.
Tumblr media
Media: Paper (laser cut)
Size: Each circular design ranges from 10cm - 15cm in diameter
These are my paper cuts and designs which were a development piece. I used black sugar paper, white paper and tracing paper with each design printed out several times in the different papers. On the physical piece they are raised off the backing paper with sticky foam giving them different elevations.
Tumblr media
Media: Fabric, dyes, screen print, paper cuts, dissolvable fabric outcomes .
Size: A2
This is a mock piece where a put several development pieces together. This used a lot of experimentation, and some trial and error especially with the fine lines of the screen print design.
Tumblr media
Media: Fabric, dyes, screen print, paper cuts, appliques, and sewing
Size: Circle is 20 cm diameter, and rectangle is just bigger than A4
This is a set based off of a the same piece but going in 2 different directions. I began sewing into these pieces and continued with the circle organic theme, using patterns to sew them together instead of just outlining the separate pieces.
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Media: Fabric, dyes, screen print, paper cuts, applique, sewing, dissolvable fabric outcomes
Size: Each fabric circle base is about 20 com in diameter
This was my final outcome of this set of experimentation. 2 of the fabric circles are separate, and 2 of them are connected with the appliques and paper cuts. As they aren't all connected they can be rearranged or even hung up.
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This is a board with some of my initial ideas, final ideas and some tests with getting the materials to flex.
This is one of my current projects, were I'm designing a sculptural small building. It has to do with giving a place for the homeless to sleep without causing issues, and whilst being a slight sculptural piece.
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