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shieldwinter · 4 years ago

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Walk the Line (A Stucky Marriage Fic)

A short Stucky fic, prompt coming from @magneticbucky! I hope you enjoy it!

Bucky stared at himself in the mirror, reaching to adjust his tie for the umpteenth time that day. It continued to look crooked, skewed just the slightest bit to the right, not laying correctly down his chest. He huffed, and tugged on the fabric again, panic welling up in his chest at the idea of not looking perfect. He had to look his best. He was getting married today, after all.

“Nat,” his voice came out as a whine, carrying over to the woman sitting comfortably in one of the various plush chairs in the changing room. At the call of her name, she stood up and walked over to him, the smallest of smiles playing on her lips. “Have you never tied your own tie before?” She asked, a perfect eyebrow raised. He offered a shrug.

“I don’t remember how,” Bucky admitted, knowing he looked a bit lost as he glanced down at the navy blue tie, resting stark against the white of his dress shirt. “It’s been so long since I had to dress up for any kind of occasion. Let alone… this.” His voice was strained, he was nervous. He didn’t know why, it was his wedding day after all. People always spoke about this being the best day of your life, but he was blatantly scared. Scared of messing up, tripping over his own feet. Scared of forgetting his vows, and having Steve take one good look at him and change his mind, right then and there.

“Relax,” Natasha piped up, tugging at the poorly tied knot of his tie, loosening the fabric so she could retie it properly. “I can smell smoke from here. You’re overthinking everything again. Steve loves you. He wouldn’t have asked you to marry him if he didn’t, James.” Her words were reassuring. She always took perspective, and laid it out plain for him. It was why he asked her to walk him down the aisle — she was simply the best candidate. Ever since coming back to himself, Natasha had been that solid presence in his life, as well as Steve’s. He was eternally grateful to her.

“Just, what if, after all of this, it doesn’t work?” He asked, and she sighed, looking at him with hopeless fondness in her green eyes. “James, you two have been through hell together, and you’ve both stuck around. Sure, sometimes it was hard, but Steve never gave up on you. Don’t discredit him by thinking he’ll turn away now.”

She was right. He shouldn’t worry so much. He knew, deep in his heart that Steve has always loved him, and he never wavered. Even when Bucky wasn’t himself, even when he couldn’t remember a lick of his childhood with Steve, and the war. Steve loved him when they were trading blows on the helicarrier, when he was chasing him across Europe. Steve loved him. And he loved Steve, unconditionally.

“You’re ready,” Natasha said, stepping away to take in the sight of him dressed in a white tux, a navy blue tie the only splash of colour on him. It was different — Bucky used to wearing darker colours in shades of black and greys — but it was Wanda’s suggestion for him to wear white. He thought he looked like the bride, but he was the one walking down the aisle — so maybe it was fitting. “Am I?” He asked, reaching a hand up to brush at a loose piece of hair that had fallen from its bun.

“You clean up nice. Now, come on. There’s a man waiting to marry you, and he’s probably more nervous than you.” That garnered a small chuckle out of Bucky, and he nodded, holding out his arm for Natasha to take. She looped hers easily through his, and led him out of the changing room into the hall — at the end stood the large wooden doors that would be opened to the ceremony room, where Steve waited for him. Where Steve waited to marry him. He could do this. It’s all he’s ever wanted, and he could do this.

Bucky heard the beginnings of music, instrumental to an old tune that he could clearly remember playing on a beaten up radio in a run down apartment. It made him smile, and the doors were opened for him. The wedding was small, just a few rows of white chairs set up for their circle of friends — and those people rose to their feet at the sight of him. Natasha gave a squeeze to his bicep, and they began their walk together down the aisle. Bucky’s eyes fleeted around, breathing heavy as they finally found Steve. God, were his eyes shining with tears? They looked glassy — even from here. He was dressed in a complimentary suit to his own, navy blue with a white tie. His blond hair was slicked back, away from his face and he looked beautiful. Simply beautiful. Steve was always a work of art.

Beside Steve stood Sam, his gapped tooth smile broad, encouraging as he met Bucky’s eyes. Steve wasted no time in asking Sam to be his best man, and Bucky understood why. He was a solid presence, probably the only person who could keep Steve calm in his time away from Bucky while they prepared for the ceremony.

“This is it,” Natasha said lowly, the distance between them and Steve closing quickly. His knees felt like they would give at any moment, but his pride kept him up right. Soon, Natasha was handing him off, Steve’s hand stretched out to take Bucky’s metal one in his own. His grip was tight, knuckles white as he pulled Bucky up the one step to stand across from him. He was crying.

“You look… good Buck.” Steve softly spoke, voice strained with emotion. “Not so bad yourself,” he replied, amazed at his ability to speak without wavering.

There was a ripple, as everyone sat down, and the minister they sought out to marry them opened a book. “We are gathered here today to witness the joining of two hearts, two souls in matrimony. The couple have decided to write, and speak their own vows here today, so Steven, go ahead and begin.”

The deep breath Steve took was visible by the rising of his shoulders. He stood straighter, and gazed down at Bucky with the softest look in his eyes. “Bucky, James,” he began, Bucky’s real name sounding odd coming from his lips. “You are… the light of my life. You have been for as long as I can remember, and I remember everything. You were a beacon, and I was just a moth seeking out that flame. The day you waltzed into my life, with all the swagger a boy on a schoolyard could possess, I knew you were the one I wanted by my side. When we were young, it wasn’t possible. The feelings I had for you were looked down upon, were labelled as wrong. But how could love be wrong? How could my desire to stay by your side, fight by your side, be wrapped up in your embrace be unjust?” Steve’s eyes drifted closed, a pained expression fleeting across his face, and Bucky wanted nothing more than to kiss that pain away — but he held firm, and waited. “When you died, I realised how much of my heart truly belonged to you. I didn’t have any direction anymore, no one to point me north or south, no one to be that beacon. But then, somehow, we found each other again. And it was hard at first, knowing the pain you went through, knowing I wasn’t the man you needed then and there. But Bucky, my love never wavered.”

“Bucky Barnes, I vow to you that I will protect you. I vow that whatever hardships come our way, I will traverse them with you. I vow today, and forever more that I will love you unconditionally, through thick and thin. You are my beacon, you are the love of my life, and I’m with you ‘til the end of the line.”

He couldn’t breathe. God, he couldn’t breathe through the tears that welled in his throat, that clouded his vision. Steve just spoke everything Bucky had ever wanted to hear, and more. He loved this man. He loved this man so much, it was painful, it was monumental.

“Steven,” his voice cracked, and he had to swallow heavily before he could even begin getting the rest of his sentence out. “I made a promise to myself that day on the schoolyard that this little twig of a boy would be the one I would go through hell for, and pal lemme tell you — I did. But I wouldn’t want it any other way. You were the personification of hope, and belonging. You welcomed me, and all my roughness with a grace only an angel could possess. You were no angel though, don’t let that go to your head. You fought things twice your size at least once a week, and I really thought you’d be the end of me, but I’d go down with so much love in my heart that I could never be mad. I loved you, through sickness and health, quite literally. When I went to war, my heart felt like it was gone from my chest — because that heart is you. It’s always been you.”

“The day I should have died I came to grips with it quite quickly. I was grateful, because it was me and not you. I was grateful that you would get to go on, and live for the both of us. But now, standing here with you, I understand that it will never be one or the other, because Steven Rogers I vow that everything we do, we do together. I vow to protect you, and support you through the worst of times, and the best. I vow to be on your six, through whatever wars we face in the future. I vow, that when we do reach the end of the line, it’ll be together, because I can’t imagine a life without you in it.”

Steve’s tears left steady tracks down his cheeks, but he made no motion to try and wipe them away, and Bucky was grateful — his cheeks wet as well.

“Do you, Steven Grant Rogers, take James Buchanan Barnes, through sickness and health, until death do you part, to be your husband?”

“I do,” Steve’s words held such conviction, it rocked Bucky deep to his core.

“And do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take Steven Grant Rogers, through sickness and health, until death do you part, to be your husband?”

“I do,” Bucky said, offering a nod, as if that’ll make the confirmation more firm, more real.

“Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You may now share a kiss,” the minister said, and it was Steve who surged forward, cradling Bucky’s face between his hands and pressing a firm kiss to his lips. It was tear soaked, and the most joyful thing Bucky had ever experienced.

“I love you. God, I love you so much.” Bucky said when they pulled apart, the cheers around the room drowning out as he gazed into Steve’s baby blues. “‘Til the end of the line Buck. I mean it,” Steve whispered, arms wrapping firmly around him.

FIN.

#stucky #stucky fic #prompt #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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meet-me-in-the-kitchen · 5 years ago

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is it weird that literally all of my dreams are batshit crazy and don’t make sense?? can you write something

+ i was the one about the crazy dreams, how do you think harry would react to them or you re telling a of them??

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME

Y/N felt mystified by the dream she’d had the night before. She woke and stared at the ceiling for a while, simply thinking it through and questioning the peculiar recesses of her mind, along with the tangent it’d gone on. At one point, she found herself on the windowsill, staring out as dusk became dawn.

Harry had the habit of holding onto his girlfriend while they both slept, squeezing her as tight as possible while nuzzling his face into her neck, breathing in the fresh scent of her hair. Waking up to a mouthful of her longer hair had easily become one of his favourite morning rituals, as had watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the peaceful look on her pretty face as she slept soundly, and feeling her curves meld perfectly into his body once she’d eventually turn, meeting him halfway for some messy version of a hybrid hug/cuddle. After them both wiggling to adjust, his hand would find its way to her hip, and her leg would slope over his.

Today, however, with his eyes screwed shut he reached his hand for the familiar feel of her waist, or some estranged limb. A frown overcame his features as he shivered further into the mattress, longing for her body heat to warm his. With newfound determination, he outstretched his foot, wiggling it around in hopes of finding hers, wrapping his toes around her ankle, and tugging her towards his chest, where, he added grumpily in his head, she was supposed to be.

When they come back empty, much to his discontent, he opens his eyes, squinting as the green in them adjusts to the light in the room, before skimming it. They land on her figure, sat rather primly on the windowsill, out of which she gazed at the world with a sort of detachedness that confirms that she is, indeed, overthinking at—he turned his head slightly to the clock—5:30 in the morning. The thin white curtains rustle slightly as a gust of wind makes its way through the crack of the window, whistling slightly as it causes y/n’s hair to move with the breeze, her arms crossing across her chest to protect her body—clad in one of his jerseys and not much else, thrown on after last night’s activities—from the chill.

As angelic as she looks like this from afar, he decides he’d much rather be loving on her from closer.

“What’re you doin’ there for?” he cooed, her jumping a little bit at the low raspy, much welcome intrusion to her thoughts. She turned and smiled at him shyly, bare toes dancing on the ivory walls.

“Come to bed,” he said thickly, blinking at her sleepily, feigning innocence to seduce her back while burrowed into the covers. “You’ll catch cold.”

She jumped off of the sill, him chuckling warmly at the sight of her hopping about trying not to let her toes touch the cool hardwood. He made a note to get her some slippers for her feet, while grabbing her wrist and tugging lightly, smirking when she squealed a bit in surprise, easily falling to his chest.

“G’morning, baby,” he greeted slowly, eyes lighting up pleasantly to find her so close, before closing his mouth over hers. One of his hands found her cheek, stroking deftly while sleep still beckoned them both, while the other smoothed down her sides, hips, before finally squeezing lightly at her bum, then resting there as she arched then melted in his hold, kissing back and suckling on his bottom lip while he continued to suction kisses off hers.

“Mmm,” she stretched out on top of him, smiling almost lazily. Perfectly. Her eyes sparkled. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” he grinned, perfectly aware he was being repetitive. He sealed the greeting with yet another slow kiss he stole from her lips, which warmed him instantly. He pulled the thick comforter over her, and then closed his eyes while she brushed her fingers through his curly hair. “What were you doing so far away?”

Pause.

“I just...had a weird dream and couldn’t go to sleep afterwards,” she said nonchalantly, but Harry’s eyes flickered up inquisitively once he traced slight restraint in her voice, hesitance on her face.

“A dream?” he asked, skeptically. This felt a bit suspicious, the way she wasn’t meeting his eyes entirely. She nodded. “And what was this dream of, may I ask?”

Her cheeks filled with colour, her body warming noticeably against his. She averted all eye contact, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“Did you dream of me?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. She shook her head ‘no.’

“It was honestly a weird dream. I’m just trying to forget about it. You probably wouldn’t be interested—“

“Try me,” he pried further, peppering kisses to her jawline to weaken her resolve. His fingers brushed lightly against the nape of her neck; she whimpered. Got it.

“It was of,” she took a deep breath. “Timothee Chalamet.”

“Timothee Chalamet?” Harry hoped to be asking nonchalantly, his grip on her tightening a bit while she nodded in affirmation. Well, maybe they were just hanging out, he tried to convince himself. “Doing what?”

Pause.

“Y/N!”

She sighed, her fingers stilling for a moment as she burrowed her face into his chest, voice coming out muffled.

“I dreamt that he was...impregnating me.”

Silence. You could hear a pin drop.

...and then...

“You dreamt what?” He asked, jolting slightly, a bizarre look in his eyes, darkening from a blend of emotions—jealousy, confusion, surprise, er, unadulterated fury. “He what?”

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you!” She squeaked, trying to think of ways to explain herself while Harry formulated a plan on how to get on the nearest plane and then show up to Chalamet’s front door to throttle him. “I can explain!”

“Explain, then,” he huffed, more than a bit put off, but not wanting to part from the warmth of her sleek against his chest.

“Fine,” Y/N said cautiously, “but don’t go murder him just yet.”

Harry grumbled something along the lines of “you give a bloke one interview...and he tries to steal your girl...”

She rolls her eyes before continuing on with her nervous tale.

“Okay, so. I had this vivid dream that, yes, revolves around Timothee Chalamet impregnating me,” she shook her head at Harry’s glare. “Except, he wasn’t really Timothee Chalamet, he was some dude named Matt who just looked like Timothee Chalamet and was also Timothee Chalamet’s age—“ Harry was gaping at this point. “—and I spent most of the dream going ‘Oh my god, why would I even have sex with him? How do I not remember this? That’s really not cool, because I love you. Why did I do it?’ But I told my whole family and my dad went and found Timothee somewhere and he was being a real stand-up gent about the whole thing, and then we all trekked to the doctor, where my nurse was Hilary Duff. So we’re chilling in the waiting room for a really long time and all of a sudden I realize that I’m in trouble because I’ve been taking medicine I can’t take while pregnant, because I didn’t know I was pregnant, and so I go to my dad, freaking out, and my dad’s all “I’m sure it’s fine. Just go talk to the nice nurse about it,” so I’m on my way to go talk to Hil—” Harry snorts at the nickname, and she glares. “—when all of sudden I realize something else—I HAVE MY PERIOD.”

Harry is momentarily thrown aback by this loud, melodramatic proclamation, nodding along as Y/N raises her hands.

“And if I have my period, I can’t be pregnant. So, I go to Hil and I’m all, ‘Um, my period...? And she gives me the most ‘oh, honey’ nod and says she knows, they were just waiting for me to realize it. And I’m mortified, because look at the mess I caused. Poor Timothee slash Matt. Then I woke up,” she finished, breathless and still looking a bit nervous for Harry’s reaction. “So, you see, it was strange and unwarranted, and I don’t even like—”

Harry gives her a strange look. Stares at her for a second, and when she goes “what?” he throws his head back and laughs. Really laughs. He erupts into guffaws and is properly slapping his knee at this point, while Y/N looks as if she’s debating either running to the nearest train station or smacking him upside the head.

“Y-you,” he gasped, cackling, tears springing to his eyes. “You thought you were pregnant, but you weren’t, so you went t-to Hil—”

“Er, Harry?” Y/N asked uncertainly as he wheezed, smacking his head against the headboard.

“Oh, God. You’re bloody amazing.”

“Um, thanks?”

This sends him off into another fit of giggles, peals of laughter echoing in their flat.

A few minutes were spent with her awkwardly sitting there, letting him have his moment, while he wheezed, and laughed himself something stupid. By the time it was causing him physical pain, he stopped, and Y/N nearly got whiplash from how quickly his eyes went from light and sparkling with mirth, to darkened jade jewels. She gulped.

“You have to do one thing to make it up to me,” he says huskily, fingers trailing down the thin packer’s jersey she was wearing, one of his own. They slipped under the material and she inhaled sharply once his hand was flat against her stomach, thumb brushing softly against her navel.

“What?” She asked softly. His lips were now at the shell of her ear.

“Tell me,” he whispered, tongue poking out slightly, warm against her skin, causing her to hum. He suddenly flipped her so she was lying underneath him, and she barely got a chance to fully interpret the devious look that overcame his mischievous green eyes, the smirk tugging amusedly at his lips before his fingers dug into her stomach and wiggled around.

He was tickling her.

“Tell me you want no one but me to impregnate you.”

“Harry!” She gasped, in between a fit of laughter. He simply bit into her shoulder, not not trying to suppress his own boyish grin, she could tell by the rumble of his chest he was laughing. His fingers continued to tickle her, and she spawned, laughed, and tried to break free, but he kept her pinned down.

“Yeh’ve got to say it!”

“I won’t,” she sang before collapsing into forced giggles, throat growing raw. He was relentless.

“Then I’ll keep going,” he sang back.

“Harry!”

“Y/N.”

“Fine!” She huffed, still letting out the odd chuckle, every now and then while the touch of his fingertips lingered. Unwilling to say it still, she paused, and he went back to tickling her. “Fine! I want no one but you to impregnate me!”

His fingers grew still, while his smirk only became larger. His green eyes twinkled teasingly.

“Oh, do you now?”

She sneakily slipped out of his hold, rolling a safe enough distance before putting on her most honest-to-God-above face and nodding affirmatively.

“Only you,” she bit back a smile, leaping out of bed and onto the cool hardwood. Already walking backwards with her front to him, who was laying inquisitively on the mattress, she finished:

“Well, you...and Timothee Chalamet.”

With this, she squealed at the expression on his face, first like a fish out of water, and then dangerous, and ran for her life. After counting for three seconds, giving her a headstart, Harry chortled and lifted himself from the bed; her name rolling off of his tongue threateningly while she giggled from the kitchen. With a smile so wide, it was positively ripping his face apart, he went after her.

MASTERLIST

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #IMAGINE HARRY CHASING AFTER YOU #harry styles imagines #one direction #I SMILED SO BIG WRITING THE END OF THIS LMAO #fun fact: one of my fave people on this site actually had this dream

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readyforit · 5 years ago

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hiii abby!! can you post a tutorial for how you make edits like your latest one? the url edit fro taylorswifh? it’s so prettyyy

♡ edit tutorial for this edit, requested by anon ♡

hiii so! this is quite long, but that’s because I wanted to capture my whole entire process to hopefully help you! I used photoshop (2018) for this tutorial, and all the resources I used are listed here (everything except for photoshop is free)! I’ve sort of split this tutorial up into sections, by the different steps. thank you and have a lovely day!! ♡

so before I begin, I always think about the edit, like what I want the final outcome to look like (or if I don’t know what that’ll look like yet, what direction I want it to go in, the main themes/ideas/colour schemes that I have). I personally love using a minimalist range of colours, all of them being light and pastel (that’s just my personal liking though). I also consider the main themes or ideas that I want to translate through my edit. you also need to have the passion and desire to edit, I’ve learned that there’s nothing more draining than editing when you really don’t want to. so I think that you should think about all these things before starting!!

tip; put on some music, it gets your creativity and thinking flowing if you’re in a good mood ldkjkl

so! when creating the edit; first of all, I created a new document in photoshop - 540 x 300 pixels for this specific edit (just because that shows up as high quality on tumblr, but it doesn’t really matter!) when you click ‘create’, a white canvas should open up.

— creating the book

next! I used a book psd for my edit, which you can find and download here!! so I just opened that psd up (a psd is just a photoshop file that has like all the layers in place so it’s not just one photo);

when you open the file up, this is how it should look (well not really, because I’d edited it to look like this, but it should have this general layout);

now what you have to do is sort of literally drag the file out and then, drag all the layers from that file into your white canvas, like this;

— giffing

I just wanted to quickly mention that giffing is definitely an optional step. I do it in pretty much all of my edits, but I wouldn’t recommend it if you’re just beginning to edit, because giffing takes the most time and it can be really draining and messy if not done right ldkjd.

to create my gifs, I use youtube videos, which I download through 4k video downloader (it’s really simple with 4k, you just have to copy the youtube link and paste it into the app!). so to open up a video, go to ‘file’ then ‘import’ and finally ‘video frames to layers’;

once you’ve chosen the video you want to use, open that up (don’t know why that’s so blurry dlkjdlj but you get the idea);

now this should pop up! make sure it’s on ‘selected range only’ and then use the toggles at the bottom to select the specific part of the video that you want to use (I usually gif about 20 frames because it’s sooo much work for me to do more than that lkdjldj)

when you’re in the file, go to ‘window’ then ‘timeline’ for the gif to show up frame by frame;

now highlight the specific frames that you want by literally dragging across them with the timeline bar at the bottom. then click the three bars on the top right of the bar, and click ‘copy frames’;

now go back to your book psd file, and at the timeline bar at the bottom, click ‘create frame animation’;

click on the three bars on the top right of the timeline bar and paste the frames over the selection;

your file should now look something like this! to resize the gif, just press command + t and adjust it from there!

now to give it the effect that it’s a part of the book, you have to create a clipping mask (so it sort of clips onto the book layer like a paper clip). to do this, select all the layers of the gif, drag it right above the layer that you want to clip it onto (the page constraint layer in this case). then right click the gif layers and click ‘create clipping mask’;

as a result, your layers should now look like this. you can use command + t again to adjust the gif size;

tip; press command + g to group the layers together so they take up less space!

now, with your gif, this step is pretty tiring and takes forever dlkdjl, but for the layer to show up in every frame of the gif, you have to click on the box button on the left of each layer so that an eye shows up. you can also press the eye button at the top of the settings, in the unify bar, so that it stays visible throughout the entire gif. I don’t know if I’m explaining it properly dlkdjl but just go through every layer and press the box so an eye shows up.

sometimes the unify button doesn’t work for some reason, and you’ll have to manually go through every single frame just to click on the eye button. it’s excruciating, but it’s worth it in the end lkdjdl

this is how your edit should look now!

now what I do is apply a psd (sort of like a filter) so it looks softer and prettier! these days, all of the psds that I apply come from this lovely pack!

in the same way that you dragged your book psd in, drag the psd *folder* into your edit;

your edit should now look like this!

— adding the photo

now’s the fun part! you can add whatever you want to, but what I did in my edit was I cut out a photo of taylor. now what you can do if you’re running short of time is find a transparent photo of taylor on google or on deviantart, but if you want to take the time to actually crop the photo out like me (even though I’m horrible at it), here’s how I do it! first find the photo you’d like to crop out. I usually use taylorpictures, they have the most high quality photos of taylor!

so find the photo you want to use, copy it;

then just paste it into your edit;

use command + t again to adjust the size;

and now to crop it out, what I do is use the quick selection tool, which is this button right here;

in this mode, you can easily just select the part of taylor that you want to cut out (that sounds weird lkjd);

at the top, there should be a bar with a number of buttons, one of them being ‘select and mask’;

if you click on that, you should be taken to another page, similar to this;

now you can play with the settings on the right, then press ‘ok’ when you’re happy with it (the numbers change for each photo and your style, it entirely depends on how you want it to look);

now you should be back to your edit, click on the ‘add layer mask’ button on the bottom left of your page;

and taylor should now be cropped out from her background!

make sure all the layers are below the psd pack, including the photo of taylor that you just cropped out;

now for the colouring!! ‘selective colour’ is your best friend, and you can find that button here, in your adjustments (if you can’t find your adjustments, go to window > adjustments);

add a clipping mask (by right clicking the layer and clicking ‘create clipping mask’) of the selective colour onto the layer you want to colour, so that it only affects that one layer;

then on the selective colour panel, you can adjust the specific colours in that layer to your liking;

in addition, you can press command + u to change the whole colour scheme, saturation and lightness of the layer. make sure to press ‘ok’ when you’re done;

basically just play around with the colouring until you’re happy with it!

if you want it to look more realistic, you can also play around with the effects (I use layer effects all the time, they’re the best) on the layers bar, so the layer blends into the layers below it, like this;

— adding decoration

now you can decorate your little piece of work with whatever you’d like to, such as a background colour (layer > new fill layer > solid colour) ;

a texture (textures are honestly so amazing and you can find them all over tumblr and google; like you can search the word ‘texture’ up and then paste it into your edit);

I usually place my texture at the top of the edit, then use one of the effects to blend it into all the layers;

final embellishments!! this step is optional you can add anything else that you’d like to, such as pngs (you can search these up on google and paste them into your edit, or find psd packs on tumblr and drag them in). again, you can add selective colour and a layer effect to these layers;

tip; finding already transparent images saves sooo much time, so try doing that instead of cropping the image out.

text;

tip; use a new layer for each line!

and so on. the flowers that I used come from this pack and the wax seal stamp comes from this pack from the beautiful @newrcmantlcs!! my main advice is to just play around with everything till you’re happy with it. don’t be afraid of deleting something or starting over completely if you’re not.

— giffing again

now to control the speed of the gif, highlight all of the frames, then click on the tiny dropdown button and change the speed to however fast or slow you want each frame to be. I usually make mine 0.1 seconds, but it’s completely up to you (and worth testing it out to see what speed you prefer!)

when you’re happy with everything, it’s time to sharpen it! first, you have to convert the frames to a video timeline, and do this by clicking on the button on the bottom left of the timeline bar.

your timeline should now look like this. everyone’s process is different, like some people like to start off their whole edit with a video timeline, but I find it a lot easier to start with a frame animation then convert it when I’m done with everything.

now to sharpen (in this case at least, sometimes I add a grainy effect instead) it, highlight the layers that you want to sharpen;

then click filter > convert for smart filters. this will turn your layers into one layer.

tip; if you do something you don’t like, command + z!!

now go to filter > sharpen > sharpen;

and your gif should now be sharpened! you can simply go to filter > sharpen if you want to sharpen a layer that isn’t a gif. play around with your edit a bit more until you’re happy, and finally, add a watermark if you’re going to post it online!

finallyyyyy! to save, go to file > export > save for web, if it’s a gif. if it’s a static photo, just click ‘save as’!

and yayyyy, you just finished an edit!!!!!

ahhh so this was my tutorial on how I created this specific edit, I hope it helped! If you create something similar or follow this tutorial, I’d loveee to see it; so if you post it on tumblr, you can tag me with #tuserabigail, or you can just dm me!

my process usually isn’t this rigid or precise, I usually edit on a tangent and in cluttered daydreams, it’s never like “oh, I have to make a gif now” or “ahh it’s time to add a texture!” so really, it’s just about playing around with your edit until you like it! it’s definitely okay to skip some steps or do things in a different order, because like I said, everyone has a different process, and this was just mine for this one specific edit (my process changes all the time too ldkdljk)

anyway, I hope this helped, and thank you!! ♡

#anon #tutorial #letter left on my doorstep #<3 #tutorial*

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birdwonder · 5 years ago

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Hi! I’m in love with your blog and I don’t know if your scenario requests are up, but if so, (and sorry if this is specific) could I request a black s/o who has a serious crush on Josuke? Her crush is like, huge. She’s had a crush on him for three solid years and always talks to her friends about how cute he is, but she’s honestly too shy to ever talk to him. One day, s/o’s friend convinces them to do a new look (braids maybe) and it catches Jojo’s attention and talks to her? Thank you!! -Opal

Josuke Higashikata | Hair Do

“Oh Yukako, he’s coming this way! Do I look alright?”

“You look fine.”

“My skirt! Is it fixed right? What about my makeup?”

“I said you look fine.”

“Yeah but-”

“He’s here.”

Two girls leaned against a school hallway wall, sun shining through the windows and their whispers thankfully drowned out by the sound of chattering passerby’s who took no notice of what they were saying nor doing. One was Yukako Yamagishi, a beautiful young woman who never seemed to be lighted by a smile in public, at least not when she wasn’t accompanied by her beloved Koichi or closest friend [First Name] [Last Name].

In this scenario, [First Name] was the one who was standing beside her, a walking bundle of nervous who was trying to adjust her outfit as best as she could all for the sake of impressing one person - Josuke Higashikata.

For those who don’t know, and if you were her best friend you would know, [First Name] not only had a crush on the male high schooler but was absolutely head over heels in love with him.

When Yukako asked what had brought these feelings along, she immediately regretted it as she was bombarded with a million facts about the man that seemed completely irrelevant to her. Though any man who wasn’t Koichi was irrelevant to her.

The reason the girl was nitpicking every small detail about herself at that moment had the same answer as to who she liked. Josuke was sure enough coming down the halls and it would kill her if she looked like a mess near him, especially when all she wants is at the very least to go on a date with him. Teenager priorities and all that.

Yukako was quick to end her fretting however by simply pointing out he was now walking past the two girls.

In attempt to seem natural, [First Name] had pulled out whatever conversation topic she could from her head and pretended as though that was the subject they were on all along, hands on her hips as though she was thoroughly invested into the talk, “so that last maths quiz, right? I probably totally failed.”

The raised eyebrow and unimpressed look Yukako gave was more than enough to show that what was going through her head was, ‘smooth, [Nickname], smooth.’ That also being more than enough to make the other girl panic internally over how she appeared.

Luckily, the panic soon subsided as soon as she glanced to the side and spotted the tall, impressive figure of Josuke. Who wouldn’t be impressed by a teenager who was so well built?

There was just something about him that brought [First Name] back down to Earth no matter the situation, and the butterflies in her stomach had grown so used to appearing around him that they were synchronised in how they fluttered. She supposed, if she really had to choose, that his friendly personality is what she loved best about him. Even on her first day, he had been so kind and welcoming towards her and went on to introduce her to some of his friends; thus leading to her becoming the greatest friends with Yukako. A man who finds you your best friend is definitely a keeper.

When her eyes met Josuke’s, she involuntarily smiled at him. She would have done it on her own accord to seem polite and interested in him, but no. Seeing him was all she needed to have a spark of joy in her heart. If not for him and Yukako, school would be like a prison to her.

“Hey [First Name],” he greeted, holding up a hand as a small wave and smiling kindly while strolling past. It may have not been much but it meant the world to her.

“H-hey!” She chirped back, cursing herself for stuttering while staying strong by waving back in a much more intense manner by raising her whole arm into the air.

No more was said after that. Josuke had walked down the hall and around a corner like he was never there to begin with.

Then, she let out a sigh and slumped against a wall. “Yukako, did you see that? I was so awkward! He was so nice saying hi to me and I blew it.”

“You said hi back, there was nothing else you could do,” the taller female comforted, though it was incredibly monotone despite her slightly sympathetic look. She pitied her friend a little with how worked up she could get over the smallest of things.

“Still, I could have done more. It’s surprising he even notices me, I’m so ... plain!” The girl sighed miserably, her slumped shoulders and now much more closed in body language differing greatly to how bubbly she was only moments ago. It wasn’t like comments like these were a horrible habit that blossomed out of no where, it was just when she had those moments where she thought that she wouldn’t be good enough for anyone. Yukako was always ready to disagree.

Taking hold of [First Name]’s face with both hands, Yukako furrowed his thin eyebrows and made sure that both were staying straight into each other’s eyes which caused a few shivers down [First Name]’s spine since the stand user was not someone you could not feel a little intimidated by. “Listen,” her voice was stern, “you shouldn’t need to feel bad about yourself just because of one boy, especially one as stupid as Higashikata.”

“He’s not stupid!” You tried to argue, squeaking a little when a harsh glare burned into you.

“Let me finish. You shouldn’t feel bad about yourself and don’t you dare go thinking about changing yourself for him either,” she warned, “I won’t go into it but I tried that for Koichi once and sure it went alright in the end but... The risk and effort wasn’t one that anyone should have to endure, so don’t, alright?”

Judging by how a small frown came to Yukako’s lips, her words truly did come from the heart and experience, meaning they shouldn’t be brushed off easily.

“Thanks Yuko, I really appreciate it,” [First Name] smiled softly, dropping a nickname that was made only a week into them first meeting and stuck ever since. It was a nice feeling, having someone there for you when you couldn’t even support yourself. “Still, I really want to do something different you know? Switch up my same old so I at least feel like I’m putting in more effort than just not talking to him.”

There was a pause between both of them. One was filled with self-pity and another pondering over what to do next. The latter spoke first, “ok, tell you what. We won’t make you a new person but if you do want to have a bit of a change, I think I know exactly what to do.” Yukako nodded with certainty, a plan already hatched in her head.

“You’ll do that for me?” The shorter female gasped, excitement bubbling in her stomach before she launched towards Yukako, arms stretched out and engulfing the female into a tight hug. “I love you Yuko!~”

“Y-yes, ok! You’re welcome but please, let go of me!”

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It was Friday when that had went down, and a good yet painfully long weekend later led to [First Name] sat in her classroom with a whole new look. Correction - her hair had a new look.

Yukako had stuck to her word and had helped her friend with changing things up a little, coming round her house to work on the [Last Name]’s hair. It was her speciality after all. When [First Name] expressed shock at her meticulous hands and skill, Yukako had stated simply that she had experimented more styles than she could count on her self. The girl got bored when not around with her friends, and was always looking for cute hairstyles for dates and for practicality.

Now, leaning against her chair, [First Name] sat with her hair in a box braid style which took far too long to do. Plus it hurt too much for her to redo it anytime soon. Mixed in her black hair, dark purple extensions were added to the mix so that it faded from the darker colour to the lighter. Presumably, she could get away with when it came to school rules seeing as some people had naturally white hair or other whack colours.

Still, even with this new look, she was uncomfortable.

It looked great! Yukako had done and amazing job that she was forever grateful for but the issue of being unnoticed remained. She was the type to stick out in a crowd, even with a new hair do, so [First Name] was almost certain that her efforts to catch her puppy love crush’s attention was pointless. On the positive side, she had tried something new and you know what? That was the most important thing in the end. Doing something for yourself and experimenting - Yukako would say the same thing.

“Woah, [First Name], you look so different!” Josuke excitedly called out from the door of the classroom, the same guy who didn’t wait a second to rush over to the startled girl. His hands slammed onto her desk and his eyes were wide with curiosity and admiration, supposedly focused on her hair yet it felt like he was staring straight into her eyes. “I’ve never seen your hair like this before, it’s freaking awesome!”

This was way unexpected. “Thank you so much, Josuke,” she replied with a bit of a stutter at first as she tried to wrap her head around the situation, “Yukako helped me! I wanted to try something new, I guess!” A large smile wasted no time to appear on her lips, this is exactly what she had wanted.

“Well you look amazing! The colours even look great too.” He commented with his own smile, a hand moving up to lightly touch his pompadour. “I wonder if I can pull that off? Mixing a colour in with my hair. Purple is one of my favourite colours...”

Josuke then had a visible bolt of brilliance, looking as though he had thought of an ingenious plan. “We can match, black and purple!” His laughter showed that it was only a joke but it made [First Name]’s heart flutter all the same. Matching with Josuke, as peculiar as hair would be, would be a dream come true. Part of a dream really.

“We could, you’d make it work!” She responded with a giggle and twisted one of the braids in between her fingers. “I think your hair looks great the way it does now though, it looks hard to manage. Trust me, I would know about high maintenance.” A gesture to her own appearance made the two of them laugh again.

“Yeah? Well I guess we both put loads of work into our awesome do’s. We can be each other’s moral hair support.” Josuke had began to pull out a chair from the desk in front of [First Name]’s, turning it so he could sit down opposite her. Homeroom may be starting soon but he wanted to talk for as long as possible.

“Tell me how you and Yukako did it, it don’t look easy.” He seemed, and was, genuinely interested in the whole hair thing and though it may have not been anything like a confession, this was far better in [First Name]’s opinion. It felt more real than a fairy tale dream come to life.

Nervously fiddling with her hair, she shrugged. “Oh it’s a bore really, I don’t want to waste your time on stuff like that.”

Josuke scoffed jokingly and waved a hand at her, “don’t be like that! I asked didn’t I? So I want to know. If you tell me, I might even give you some insight on my hair routine.”

“Really? Weeelll, I guess I got to tell you now.”

“Great! I’m all ears. !~”

Scooting closer, Josuke placed both his hands on the desk to which [First Name] did the same as she began to ramble about how it was all done, starting from the planning and the painful hair tugging that had to be done for it to be achieved. To anyone looking over at them, it would seem they were in a world of their own. The sun from the window shone on them perfectly and their faces shone even brighter. In the end, neither of them wanted to leave their small world and Josuke had offered for them to hang out after school for their conversation to continue.

#Josuke Higashikata #josuke x reader #yukako yamagishi #jjba x reader #request #sorry for any mistakes in terms of the request #feel free to message me about em :)

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tehrevving · 5 years ago

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Something I wrote on discord that I cleaned up a little bit to share with you all.

Dante x Fem Reader. One Night Stand

You couldn’t not notice him at the bar. He was older, effortlessly attractive, drinking whisky and acting like he didn’t really want to be here. His form was obscured by a large red coat, but every time he shifted on the bar stool you could tell he was in good shape. Large, veiny forearms rippled from pulled up sleeves and his broad shoulders flexed each time he took a drink. You were bored of the young and sleazy crowd that tended to approach you, and you wanted a bit of a change. He seemed perfect.

You sat down next to him, putting your hand softly on his leg while you pretended to struggle to keep your balance on your own bar stool. It was barely 20 minutes before you were laughing at each other's jokes, until he had an arm carelessly slung around your shoulders pulling you slightly to his chest. He seemed slightly apprehensive to your touch, but also leaned into it, he must be pretty touch starved, and that excited you.

You asked him to dance, this place was just a bar, not really a club, but the music was decent and the small dance floor had tiny crowd of drunk people making out in the middle of it. He refused a few times but eventually you were able to pull him to the dance floor.

He was incredibly receptive and pulled you to his body with his hands on your waist as you wrapped your own around his shoulders. He leant down for you and you eagerly met him for a kiss. Soon you were making out on the dance floor, well, more grinding than dancing.

His hands were underneath your ass, groping and pulling you up and against his chest so he didn’t have to lean down so far to kiss you. His stubble tickled at your jaw and when you pulled on the ends of his long, shaggy hair just to test the waters he practically growled against your lips.

He pulled away from you, almost panting for air and adjusted you against his hips until with a slight moan, and you felt something very hard and hot to the touch pressing against your core.

Suddenly the grinding and making out was much more intense. Your hands wandered on his body, squeezing at his broad chest and scratching nails against his waist. You slipped a hand between your hips and gave a long - actually very long, wow - slow stroke against his crotch.

“Damn,” you shuddered and he smirked down at you, “take me home cowboy.” He grinned and within moments was leading you out the front of the bar.

He brought you to a very custom looking motorcycle, pulled out a helmet from somewhere and put it on your head. He did the chin strap for you, slowly trailing large, gloved fingers across your neck.

He helped you up and onto the bike, making sure your arms were wrapped snug around his waist. “Hold on tight Babe,” he laughed and then pulled out of the parking lot.

You didn’t know where you were going, but you figured it probably wouldn’t be too far. The air rushing against your skin felt amazing as he smoothly sped through the streets. The purr of the engine underneath you was strong, really strong and you slightly adjusted your hips against the seat until the vibrations sent surges of pleasure through your body.

It wasn’t long until you were playing with the bottom of his shirt, the buckle of his belt. It wasn’t long until you were palming at the hard fucking outline of his dick through his pants. You could feel his body tensing with each touch, feel the bike swerve slightly on the road.

Admittedly it took a while but you trailed fingers across the clothed head of his cock and his hips bucked as he ran a red light. You could feel vibrations through his chest of him saying something, but you couldn’t make it out. It was probably a warning but you didn’t care, you took it as encouragement instead and kept doing it.

You followed up with a buck of your own hips, and a short groan at the vibrations of the bike. By the time you finally pulled up in front of a decrepit looking building his chest was vibrating against your palm in practically a purr, the sound almost as loud as the bike engine as his cock throbbed underneath your other palm.

After about ten minutes of him swearing and fumbling with the key while you fondled his ass, the two of you finally made it inside. He pushed you against the closed door, towered over you with a hungry and feral look on his face. He picked you up with one hand and pressed you further back against the door, slotting your hips together until the big bulge at his crotch was pressed against your own hot core, sensitive from the ride home. His tongue is almost down your throat, his kisses desperate and you tug on his hair once more. He moans, his hands dig into your ass and he tells you to do it again. Somehow you end up with his lips on your neck while his teeth press against the heavy beat of your pulse.

It’s not long until you both somehow make up upstairs to his bedroom and you’re both trying to take your own, and each other’s clothes off with a desperation that makes it nearly impossible. His shirt ends up flung across the room, and you’re immediately clawing your nails down the front of his broad chest.

He takes your hands in his much larger ones and stops your movements. “We have to slow down a little bit,” he says to you when you whine.

You take your hands from his grasp and then remove your shirt as quickly as you can. His eyes immediately move to your chest as he’s distracted by the swell of your breasts.

He wolf whistles and then shakes his head. “There’s some stuff I have to tell you, show you, before we keep going.”

You nod.

“One, well I’m really going to struggle to not be rough with you. I’m strong and it’s hard to control and I really want you.”

You smile, “oh I like it rough. I hope you can deliver”

He just shuts his eyes and moans and then starts to speak again, visibly flustered. “Second, well umm. My dick sometimes ….. All the time. Scares people off.”

You pounce on him. Yeah the bulge in his pants was big, but you didn’t think it was ridiculous. You undo his pants as quickly as you can, pulling out a very thick, very long and very swollen cock. It’s big, maybe the size of your forearm, throbbing visibly and coloured dark. Yeah it’s big, but you can handle it, you’ve got a toy that’s just about the same size. He’s looking down at you with embarrassment, longing, lots of things and you don’t say anything, simply stroking it a few times with your fingers before leaning down and taking the tip of it between your lips.

He swears lowly, a sinful, ‘fuck,’ escaping from his lips and then you find yourself flat on your back, suddenly and inexplicably naked with a very hungry and very feral man towering over you.

You pull him down for another rough kiss and the movement presses your hips together until you can feel the throbbing heat of him at your core. He swears and adjusts his weight until his large fingers are toying with your clit and teasing at your entrance.

You rake your nails down his back and call his name as he slowly pushes them inside. You’re dripping wet and sensitive and they slide in easily. He fucks you with his fingers, he’s not gentle but he’s not too rough either. He stretches you open while you claw at his chest and bite at his neck. You’re not sure how many of his big fingers are inside of you, but you’re bucking your hips with each jolt of pleasure, tightening around him as he swears and moans.

He pulls away and you whine at the loss. He shushes and coos at you as the heat of his body leaves you for a moment. He rummages through his bedside drawers and pulls out and puts on a condom with a speed that you’ve never seen before.

Then he’s sliding inside of you, groaning and swearing and praising you while you dig your nails into his shoulders to help with the burn and stretch.

There’s disbelief on his face when he bottoms out inside you, when you take all of him in. He murmurs your name like a prayer and begs for you to let him be rough with you.

You tell him to break you in half.

What follows is the roughest, most incredible sex of your life. His big hands are everywhere while your own spur him on. Your teeth dig into his muscular shoulders, into his throat as his hips slam into your own. His hands are on your ass so he can get more leverage, he’s practically picking you up with one hand so he can use you. The slapping of skin on skin is impossibly loud in the room, your skin sticky with sweat.

He groans as you beg for him to go harder, faster as his bed frame slams against the wall over and over again. The sound of your cries fill the air and he reaches down to press a thumb against your clit because he just can’t fucking take it anymore.

You come around his cock with a scream as he swears and bites down hard on your shoulder. He pushes his cock all the way inside you while he grunts through a release so strong that you can feel each heavy pulse of his cock deep inside you.

He falls on top of you, heavy and sweaty but you’re too exhausted to care. He offers for you to stay the night because and you’re sure it’s only because he feels guilty that you practically limped your way to his bathroom to clean up afterwards.

It’s not awkward as he pulls you against his warm chest underneath the covers. The soft sound of his breathing is comforting and as you find yourself falling asleep you wonder if you’ll be able to convince him to go another round in the morning.

#dmc #dmcv #dante #dante x reader #rev writes #my writing #fanfiction #dante sparda

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space-------kid · 4 years ago

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Hello! I don’t know if you’re taking requests at the moment, but if you are, could you do a demon!kyojuro fic. I don’t know if you write for him since ya like genya (I do too, we stan a good boi on this blog), but if ya do, could you write on where he meets the reader, who isn’t a demon slayer? Like they’re just living life on their own until kyo attacks them, but calms down after a couple of minutes. Tears are shed and comfort is given, and they become friends (maybemore). Have a great day!

I’m so sorry, anon, but I’m not taking requests right now! 😭

But since you went out of your way to send me a message (thank you very much! 💕), please accept this tiny piece of writing!

To sum things up: Demon Kyojuro got stuck inside a cave in the mountains, couldn’t hunt any wild animals for him to eat, then got delirious due to hunger.

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𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃!𝑅𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑜𝓀𝓊 𝒦𝓎𝑜𝒿𝓊𝓇𝑜 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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Pain.

He doesn’t remember much upon opening his eyes except for the gnawing, blinding pain that freezes his limbs, savagely twists his core, and dulls his other senses except for touch. He doesn’t even remember how long he has been lying here in the dark, alone and overwhelmingly confused. Has it been hours? Days? Weeks?

He doesn’t remember anything. Not even his name.

Feeling helpless, he closes his eyes and wishes for the pain to just end.

He feels worse upon waking up.

Hunger makes its presence known in the most detestable way, clawing viciously at his insides and making his throat and mouth dry. It’s the kind of hunger that makes his head spin, makes his blood boil with an anger he cannot control and understand, and diminishes whatever sane judgement his bewildered mind can come up with.

Calloused, trembling hands find a strange sheathed implement within his reach – a sword, he vaguely recalls. He holds it by the hilt and slowly withdraws the thing, only to hiss angrily at the sight of a bright red blade that felt absolutely lethal – something he doesn’t want to feel against his neck.

He throws it away without any second thoughts.

Hungry... Food...

He wanders – both aimlessly and with purpose – until he reaches the foot of the mountain he wakes up in. A lone, modest hut catches his gaze, a single light from within illuminated in the night’s inky darkness.

The moon is obscured by the clouds, but he marvels at the fact that he can perfectly see everything – the world’s colours not even muted by the dark.

He catches a whiff of a delicious, tantalising smell and he is reduced to a mindless salivating state as he breaks off into a run, clawed hands reaching for the hut down yonder.

Food… please—

Working in the field the whole day leaves you thoroughly exhausted, your eyes heavy with sleep your body craves. But you know that you cannot sleep with an empty stomach, so you slave away in the kitchen to prepare a late dinner.

Fatigue seems to have slowed your reaction time because it has taken you a few moments to realize that the blood in the knife you are holding is yours.

Cursing your clumsiness, you go outside to check the basket you left behind for any bandages you might have forgotten to unpack.

Thundering footsteps reach your ears, and you look up just in time to see a stranger lunging at you with hands outstretched, a feral expression on his face and drool trickling down his – it is indeed a man – chin.

Your body reacted in the situation by pumping adrenaline through your veins, and you are quick to dodge the stranger’s attack. You hear him crash on your front door, and you take the chance to run away while he gathers his bearings.

You cannot run to the field because it will leave you wide open and easy to spot, so the forest is your best bet at hiding. You know the place well enough like the back of your hand, and you are confident enough that you can lose your unexpected pursuer.

But your choice and confidence become your downfall when you hear him at your tail, tackling you immediately to the ground. The two of you roll a few feet on the forest floor and your hunter quickly pulls you up in a sitting position, your back to him and his hot, heavy breathing against your neck.

Thoughts of dying never really scared you before, but you cannot say the same now that your captor has you locked in his strong arms. A clawed hand gently caressed one of your arms, the stranger’s laborious pants turning into a pleased hum as he seemingly marvels at your softness through the fabric of your kimono.

This is it, you think numbly to yourself. This is where you die, and where the woodcutters will find your bloody, defiled corpse in the morning—

“Please…” you whisper, tears pouring steadily down your cheeks. “D-Don’t kill me, I beg of you…”

The feral looking man behind you tenses, and you notice a cascade of orange hair with red streaks in your peripheral vision as he buries you deeper in his hold. He is trembling now, and his hold on you shifts from murderous to soft and apologetic.

You don’t move, afraid that it might set him off again into that savage, snarling husk of a man that has chased you easily into the forest. You can feel his heartbeat against your back, mirroring the way yours pound wildly against your sternum. He swallows harshly, but his clawed hand is gentle – almost afraid of physically hurting you – when it hovers over your injured hand.

“Forgive me.”

His voice is deep and husky from disuse, but you can hear and feel the depth of his words as he slowly untangles himself from you. You are quick to crawl away from him before facing your previous pursuer.

You waited for your eyes to adjust in the darkness, and once they have settled your vision is met by the sight of orange hair with red streaks (true to what you’ve seen earlier), a surprisingly handsome and manly features, and – the one that stands out to you the most – a pair of bright orange eyes with red irises, pupils slit like a cat’s. He is wearing some kind of a uniform but it is stained with dust and grass from your tumble mere moments ago. The same goes for his white haori with flame patterns and colouring on the edges.

“I seem to have lost myself back there – maybe for a few days, even,” he continues, slitted gaze never leaving yours. “But I remember now. I remember everything.”

Your confusion only escalates at his words, and you hug yourself as you inch farther from him. But you stop the moment a look of hurt and shame paints the stranger’s handsome face.

“Please forgive me for mindlessly attacking you,” he says, and your heart hurt at his attempts to inject false cheer in his sincere voice and words. He looks vastly different from the man who attacks you earlier, and you surmises that the kindness he is showing you reflects his true self.

You open your mouth to speak, but your mind doesn’t seem to want to cooperate. He visibly flinches, and you try your best to sit still when he cautiously approaches you and lifts a hand – mindful of his claws – to gently wipe away your tears.

“I am Rengoku Kyojuro, a demon who has sworn never to harm humans and to slay any evil demon I come across with,” he introduces himself. Your heart clenches with pain when he gives you a profoundly sad smile. “But I cannot claim that mantle anymore, seeing as I have just attacked you out of sheer hunger.”

A demon? Demons are real?

He stands up, face set in a falsely cheerful expression as he pumps his fist in the air and declares quite loudly, “I am a disgrace to the words I have once boldly claimed! I shall atone for this humiliation by decapitating myself with my own blade!”

“Please don’t!” you yell at him, surprising not only him but yourself as well with your sudden exclamation. Kyojuro looks at you, puzzled, as you grasp one of his large hands with your much smaller ones. “Don’t kill yourself!”

“But I’ve almost killed you myself,” he tells you, looking shocked at your pleas. You simply look at him with a pleading expression, trusting yourself to convey that you have already forgiven him without using words.

He just seems so sad and ashamed for what he has almost done, but you, a simple farmer, is gifted with an intuition that rivals that of warriors of old. Your initial fear has made you deaf on what it is telling you, but you can now hear it loud and clear as it screams at you to forgive Kyojuro, that he really doesn’t mean to hurt you, that he cannot and will not kill you even in the throes of blinding hunger – as proved by him staying his hand as soon as he has you locked in his arms.

You’ve heard tales of demons devouring their prey as soon as they got their hands on them. But Kyojuro hasn’t done anything of the kind. The most harm he has given you is tackling you to the ground, nothing more.

And he slays his kind – the evil ones?

Kyojuro stares at you with wide-eyed amazement, and you are immediately convinced that he is not the only good demon in existence.

“I’m [Name],” you introduce yourself, and you smile up at him earnestly as you run your fingers reassuringly on his knuckles. “Y-You didn’t hurt me. And if what you are saying is true, that you slay evil demons… then it would do the world a whole lot of good if you remain here, alive and doing what you have sworn to do. So, please. Please don’t kill yourself over— over this!”

The sound of his booming laughter – one that comes from the pit of his belly and is nothing short of amused and grateful – rings loudly in the quiet forest, making you jump in your seat. You gape up at him, openly admiring his handsome face breaking into a smile that echoes the emotions his laughter contains.

“Well met, [Name], the very first person I almost ate!”

You blush furiously at his words, and he comforts you by tenderly patting your head. Neither of you know that your near-death experience and his almost eating a human signify the start of a wonderful friendship… and one that eventually leads to something more.

But for now, you bask in the warmth of Kyojuro’s clawed hand on your hand, and him in the kindness reflected in your [colour] eyes and smile.

#rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kny kyojuro x reader #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny

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rogankelly · 4 years ago

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Wet Plate Collodion Research Task

*Wet plate collodion process*

This is a photographic process that was invented in 1851 by Frederick Scott Archer and by the end of 1860 had almost entirely replaced the first announced photographic process, the daguerreotype. The collodion process involves the photographic material to be coated, exposed and developed within the span of fifteen minutes. There was a number of manual steps involving cutting the glass or metal plate; wiping egg-white along its edges; coating it evenly with a syrupy substance called collodion; making it light-sensitive by dunking it in silver nitrate for a few minutes; loading the wet plate carefully into a “dark slide” which is inserted into the camera; taking the picture; then developing it, which is rather like processing black and white print. Photographers from the 19th century had to take chemistry labs with them everywhere, in black tents. There are a lot of steps and many of these can easily go wrong.

*What does the channel mixer do?*

The channel mixer is a tool in photoshop that allows the user to mix different colour channels mainly consisting of RGBA (Red, Green, Blue, Alpha).This features allows you to repair channels and produce grayscale images from colour images. You can also create tinted images and special effects.

*What are blending modes?*

Blending modes in photoshop are used to determine how layers can be lapped on two each other until they are mixed together and submerged. It can achieve a realistic and natural look to the brush strokes. The tool allow you to blend and vary your wetness within a single brush stroke. You can also choose your desired foreground colour from the tools panel.

Each section:

Normal - “Normal” is the default Blending Mode for Photoshop layers. Opaque pixels will cover the pixels directly below them without applying any math or algorithm applied to them. You can, of course, reduce the opacity of the layer to reveal the pixels below.

Darken - The result darkens the image. White is invisible on the Blend layer.

Dissolve - The dissolve mode takes random pixels from both layers. With top layer opacity greater than that of the bottom layer, most pixels are taken from the top layer, while with low opacity most pixels are taken from the bottom layer.

Multiply - Multiply blend mode multiplies the RGB channel numbers for each pixel from the top layer with the values for the corresponding pixel from the bottom layer. The result is always a darker picture; since each value is less than 1, their product will be less than either of the initial values.

Colour burn - The Colour Burn Blending Mode gives you a darker result than Multiply by increasing the contrast between the base and the blend colours resulting in more highly saturated mid-tones and reduced highlights. The result is very similar to the effect you would get when you use the Burn Tool to darken an image.

Linear Burn - Linear Burn decreases the brightness of the base colour based on the value of the blend colour. The result is darker than Multiply but less saturated than Colour Burn. Linear Burn also produces the most contrast in darker colours than any of the other Blending Modes in the Darker group.

Darker Colour - Photoshop checks to see if the colours are darker than 50% grey or lighter than 50% grey. If the colours are darker than 50% grey, a darkening Blending Mode is applied. If the colours are brighter than 50% grey, a brightening Blending Mode is applied.

Lighter Colour - The opposite blend mode to Darken is Lighten, and with the Lighten blend mode, if the pixels on the active layer are lighter than the ones on the layers below, they are kept in the image.

Screen - The Screen blend mode works exactly the opposite. With Screen, anything on the layer that's pure black will disappear from view. Anything that's pure white will remain unchanged, and any shade of grey between pure black and pure white will become lighter.

Colour dodge - The Colour Dodge blend mode divides the bottom layer by the inverted top layer. This lightens the bottom layer depending on the value of the top layer: the brighter the top layer, the more its colour affects the bottom layer. Blending any colour with white gives white. Blending with black does not change the image.

Linear dodge - This Blending Mode looks at the colour information in each channel and brightens the base colour to reflect the blend colour by increasing the brightness. Blending with black produces no change.

Soft light - In the case of the Soft Light blending mode it is similar to using the dodge or burn tool. In other words, every colour that is lighter than 50% grey will get even lighter, like it would if you shine a soft spotlight to it. In the same way, every colour darker than 50% grey will get even darker.

Hard light - “Multiplies or screens the resulting colour depending on the original colour. If underlying colour is less than 50% grey, the layer lightens it as if it were screened. If underlying colour is greater than 50% grey, the layer darkens it it as if it were multiplied.”

Vivid light - The Vivid Light Blend mode is a mixture of Colour Burn and Colour Dodge and interacts with your image differently based on the selected layer. Because Vivid Light uses Colour Burn and Colour Dodge as its base, it makes for some beautiful colour graded images.

Linear light - The Linear Light blending mode is a combination of Linear Burn and Linear Dodge — but similar to Vivid Light, the combination gives slightly different results. … Linear Light: Burns or dodges the colours by decreasing or increasing the brightness, depending on the blend colour.

Pin light - Photoshop defines this blend modes function as, … “Pin Light replaces the colours, depending on the blend colour. If the blend colour (light source) is lighter than 50% grey, pixels darker than the blend colour are replaced, and pixels lighter than the blend colour do not change

Difference - One of the fastest ways to get amazing looking images is by using Blending modes. Each blending mode changes the way that a layer reacts with the layer underneath it. You get a small inkling of this by adjusting the opacity of a layer. Using blending modes opens up an entirely new world

Hue - The Hue Blend mode is pretty straightforward: Hue Mode: Creates a result colour with the luminance and saturation of the base colour and the hue of the blend colour. … Setting a new, blank layer to “Hue” means that you can “paint over” any part of your image and change the colour.

Saturation - The Saturation blend mode preserves the luma and hue of the bottom layer, while adopting the chroma of the top layer. The Colour blend mode preserves the luma of the bottom layer, while adopting the hue and chroma of the top layer.

Overlay - Blend modes (or mixing modes) in digital image editing and computer graphics are used to determine how two layers are blended with each other. The default blend mode in most applications is simply to obscure the lower layer by covering it with whatever is present in the top layer (see alpha compositing).

*Explain what layers and masks are*

Layers control the transparency of the layer which is on top, the areas of a layer that are hidden by a layer mask actually becomes transparent allowing image information from lower layers to show through. Layer masks are greyscale so you cant add colours.

#postproduction #nqphotography

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thebellamybarnesarchive · 4 years ago

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Before the carnival Bella tells Kemper what she wants for Christmas...

Feat: @k-harding

Talking with Lyn had, most definitely, made Bellamy feel like she was doing what was best, not just for her relationship with Kemper, but for herself. It had been hard, when she went inside after her yoga session with Lyn, to put the adoption papers away but she knew of other ways to help those children lost in the human system. The time would come when she could do more, and she'd either do it alone knowing she'd given herself a real shot at happiness, or she'd do it with him knowing she'd allowed him to be whoever it was he was destined to become. For now, she simply wanted to spend the evening in his bed, the morning in his kitchen and the following day doing whatever the hell they felt like.

For the moment she waited, sat on the boot of a car she'd had Brooks pull from storage, as dancers and other staff members filed out for the evening. It was four am and the evening in his bed would likely last all of an hour before it was time for breakfast, maybe they'd just spend the day asleep. "Night," she said to a few of the dancers who gave her a wave, spotting Kemper exiting with some other's and offering him a smile. She'd get to tell him what she wanted for Christmas too, since she knew it wouldn't come to his head without her asking for it. "I stole your jacket," she told him, extending out her arms to show off the denim jacket she had on over the form fitting white dress, matching white sneakers on her feet.

Considering their previous conversation, all the excess now between them, Kemper wondered if maybe he should hve felt nervous, pushing his way out into the parking lot and seeing Bellamy there waiting for him. It was, though, like most every time he saw her. The rest of the world was whipped away, and there was just Bellamy, pink lips and soft hair, golden eyes and hands that he hoped would reach for him when he got close enough. She hadn't even parked far away, but Kemper found himself jogging over anyway, like each additional second would have been too much.

"It looks better on you." He said, moving in close, tugging at the front of the jacket as though to pull her closer, pressing himself against the car so that she didn't slide completely off as he tried to draw her in. "Keep it."

Bella felt the fabric pull on her shoulders as Kemper drew her closer, keeping her against the car with the pressing of himself to her and the car. “If I keep all of your clothes then you won’t have any to wear,” she pointed out to him, broad smile on her face since she still wasn’t about to take it off. Leaning down she kissed him, lingering against his lips as she slipped down off the car, only drawing back when her sneakers hit the ground. “Will you drive?” she asked, slipping the keys into his hand. No doubt from Brooks he’d heard of all the manual cars she’d flooded the engines of or ground the gears.

“That might earn me a few more tips at the bar. I’m sure Nicky has a spare outfit he could lend me.” The implication was one of the dancers getups, something sparkly and barely there, but in all honestly he’d stolen one of Nicky’s spare flannels to use as a pillow when he’d crashed out in the back room on a break once and sort of forgotten to give it back. He leaned up into the kiss, didn’t mind the shift in dynamic though it was new. He’d kiss her from any angle. He took the kiss, fingers curling over the cool metal edges and nodded at her question. His other hand found hers, though it would only be for the length of time it took to round the side of the car to her door, he did it anyway, and when there pulled her door open for her.

"Some of those, like, snap off thongs," she chuckled, his fingers in her own as she responded after their kiss. As he did she held his fingers between hers for as long as she could while walking around to the other side of the cream coloured car, only slightly warmer than Bella's own skin tone. "One wrong snap and you'd earn a lot of tips," Bellamy winked at him, fingers departing his as she moved around the other side, pulling open the passenger door and stepping in. She'd actually already ground some of the gears getting it there and the car was, very obviously, parked poorly. "You guys doing a work place Secret Santa or anything? Maybe you'll get a pair that way," she suggested, no seatbelts in the car she simply adjusted herself on the long red seat to be angled facing him, spine against the car's door.

“Would it really be a wrong snap then?” He asked, laughter in his tone. He helped hold the door open for her, making sure she was settled and the door shut securely before he rounded to his own side. It wasn’t any discomfort for him, driving a car worth more than his life, Kemper knew he was a careful driver, had sat through many an inspection before and after he’d driven any of his father’s cars on dates. He settled himself easily into the driver’s seat, waiting for an opening before pulling smoothly out of the parking lot. “I don’t know,” Kemper said, although the truth was if there was such a thing he didn’t know if he’d participate in it. He figured any money that wasn’t slated for rent or food would go towards Bella’s gift, whenever he finally picked something.

Bellamy laughed at his joke, not surprised if his tips got better during the holiday season simply because people were in a giving mood. Still she was silent for a moment as he pulled out, his response not able to lead organically into what she wanted to talk to him about. Bella had hoped it could, less pressure on him that way if what she said wasn't thrust upon him suddenly because it felt like she kept doing that to him. The Ben thing and all. Not that this was bad like that but it was potentially still a lot.

Extending her legs out over the seat until her calves were over his thighs and her toes were touching the other door Bellamy started to take a deep breath in. "I know what I want from you for Christmas," she announced, pulling the sleeves of his jacket she wore over her hands as she said it. "But I want to preface it with something," Bellamy half requested and half insisted, eyes trying to catch his for a second at a red light.

Kemper hadn't been trying to lead the conversation at all, unaware that Bellamy had a destination in mind other than the physical map point of his apartment. He was, as always, just caught up in her presence.

When he didn't need it on the gearshift, Kemper let his hand rest instead on Bellamy's leg, since she'd spread out over his lap so easily, fingertips rubbing small circles along the inside of her calf. The words seemed abrupt, startling Kemper out of the quiet ease of the drive. He was sure she'd be able to hear the sudden jump of his pulse, but he couldn't help the anxiety present in him suddenly. Being able to afford a gift for Bellamy was the reason he'd been taking so many shifts lately, and he worried her expectations might be out of his reach. She didn't need to seek out his gaze, Kemper taking full advantage of the stoplight to turn towards her, settling his hand back on her leg until he'd have to start driving again. "Okay. Tell me."

It felt impossible to describe how looking at him made her feel, like her heart was in hot chocolate and it was running through her veins, like her lungs were filled with blooming flowers, like her lips and her fingers were tethered to his, whole body reacting. Which was why when it seemed his heart began to race with potential nerves for what she might say, Bella leveraged her calves between his thighs to draw herself across the long front seat until she was against his side. Not a safe way to drive but Bellamy was never much for safe driving. Gently Bella placed a kiss to his lips, the light turning green near on the moment she did, caught in the corner of her eye to force her to pull her lips back.

Keeping her hands in her lap, even though she wanted to wrap them around his arm, she began. "I put away my adoption papers today," she told him, deciding to be direct, rather than vague like she frequently could be. Obviously Kemper had known about them from before he left, it and seeking someone who wanted to be immortal with her being her own reasons for not wanting to date, while he had his fresh wolf status and, unknown at the time, Callie. "When I thought about you, the way you make me feel, but mostly the way you treat me, I decided I would regret hurting you with those expectations far more than I'd regret putting them away." Though she couldn't grab his arm she did reach to run her fingers over his shoulder. Lips twisting to the side as he drove she admitted, "I think maybe I had already put them away on your birthday." The realisation, at that time, of how Kemper treated her all too apparent. He hadn't surprised her at a party with an uncomfortable confession, when Kemper surprised her it wasn't to put her on the spot, but to make her happy. "But...I was clinging onto the fact I said I'd never let a guy be the reason I gave up what I wanted but...you're not the reason. You're like a symptom of the reason, because I know now those things wouldn't mean anything to me if I felt like I'd lost something amazing, someone amazing." Bella took a deep breath, sure they were close to her home by now. "So...I just...wanted you to know that I'm happy with you, and unless you're literally opposed to those other things with absolute certainty then...there's no clock on anything. I just want to be around you."

Bella drew herself closer, and Kemper didn’t even spare a second thought for the danger of driving. He’d done worse behind the wheel of a car before, and his reaction time now was better than it had been before. The kiss was soft, too brief for his liking but it felt placating somehow, like she was trying to calm him. Honestly, it worked. He drew a slow breath in through his nose, Bella’s familiar scent thick in the enclosed car, held it for a moment, and let the air out through parted lips.

Bellamy’s next sentence wrecked whatever calm he had found for himself, though. He kept stealing glances, small sidelong looks when he could, trying to parse out what the words meant. It was a relief, in some ways, and added even more pressure in others. He didn’t want to hold Bellamy back from what she wanted, what she deserved, but he knew he wasn’t ready for that either. It was unfair to ask her to wait, and despite being told he wasn’t the reason for it, guilt still plagued him.

He didn’t think he’d ever been so relieved to see the uneven concrete of the parking lot outside his building, finding the spot nearest to the door and pulling neatly between the lines.

“I want to be around you, too. All the time. So much it freaks me out sometimes.” He admitted, glad that he could turn towards her now, reach out to take her hand in his.

His heartbeat kept shifting but she was able to get through everything she wanted to say by the time they were pulling into the parking lot for his building, her legs still wrapped over one of his thighs. She was a little nervous for his response because even if she said he wasn't the reason, sure, he probably still felt like it. What she did know though was, she didn't want to go through with it, and if she was wrong and it wasn't her, and she truly was only doing it for him, well that was on her for making that choice.

Bellamy laughed at his answer, brows raising because god, if he was freaking himself out then she was definitely going to. Her hand in his, fingers pushing between his own she kissed him again, the smile that had come from her laugh lingering within the kiss, her top lip pushing his open as her hand squeezed his, gently lifting herself up so she was seated on his lap, steering wheel digging into her hip. She almost distracted herself but the steering wheel really was hurting and so she pulled back, rearranging herself before touching her nose softly to his. "Me too," she offered. "Which is why for Christmas I want to stay here, or for you to stay with me, but...I want to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with you, which I know is a lot but...I haven't woken up with anyone on Christmas morning since I was a kid, that I remember." She had probably woken up with a bad hangover many Christmas mornings unaware it was Christmas when she was a teen but certainly since becoming a vampire...well she'd always woke up alone in her bed. "I thought it could be fun to like make cookies and watch a movie and in the morning we can have breakfast and then go for a walk around the city while it's empty. Or whatever comes to mind. That's all I want. Have fun with you."

Kemper didn't make a move to leave, felt no discomfort sitting in the car in the dimly lit parking lot, just him and Bellamy and what more could he ask for?

She leaned in to kiss him, and Kemper breathed her in, inhaling through his nose as he pressed into the kiss, holding the air in his lungs. He didn't know what to expect as she went on, pretty sure this wasn't the way you opened a conversation if you were angling for jewelry. He curled his arms around her as she shifted, pulling her in tight against him to try and make her more comfortable, with the bonus of her body pressed against his.

It was hard to resist the closeness of her, the touch of the rounded tip of her nose against his, but as much as he wanted to he didn't tip his mouth up to meet hers, almost biting his lips shut to keep the urges at bay. It lasted only a moment though, because then Bellamy was making her request, and Kemper was smiling, that broad, excited grin that Bellamy seemed to draw out of him so often.

"Really?" He asked, as though it were too good to be true. He didn't consider himself off the hook just yet, he'd still want to buy her something nice, but spending the holiday with her was something he'd wanted to. He'd assumed Bellamy would have plans, a party or three, a half-dozen people she needed to visit to deliver gifts to. The idea of stealing her for himself, monopolizing her time in such a way... It was a heady feeling, and though it didn't seem possible to draw her any closer, Kemper's arms tightened around her.

"Your place." He decided, an easy choice since it was so much nicer than his, and better stocked for something like baking cookies. "Hot chocolate and cookies and cheesey Hallmark movies." He did kiss her then, quick but warm. "I thought you'd have plans, people to see, places to go."

Kemper's smile seemed answer enough and her own drew out to match it, well as best she could since his smile was entirely his own and she adored every time she was able to bring it to hips lips. "Really," she chuckled in answer, adjusting her arms as he drew her closer to make sure it was possible, tightly fit in her old car that screamed Christmas with it's red seats and white paint job.

He asserted her place, with hot chocolate and cookies and movies and Bellamy nodded, her nose brushing over his until she felt his kiss, needing to contain her smile to catch it. Bella would need to get a tree and some decorations in the traditional Christmas hues. Not too large a tree since Bella wouldn't really put anything beneath it.

Still close but their lips apart as he offered what he took she might be doing Bellamy shook her head. "Jamie is having a Friendmas lunch he said I could invite you to, but otherwise nope. I want all my Christmas plans to involve you," she insisted once more, not so concerned saying it now that he was happy that was the case. "Unwrapping you Christmas morning will be even more satisfying than unwrapping you tonight," Bellamy informed him. She was already kissing his jawline, grazing the back curve of it with her upturned nose, "you're the gift the keeps giving," Bellamy insisted in a whisper as she lowered her lips.

#kharding

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sassysuitdonut · 4 months ago

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justimajin · 5 years ago

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A Wilting Rose╰ Part 2 ╮

➺ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

➺ Genre: Angst & Fluff

↳ (2.3k) Actor and Actress AU

➺ Summary: The world of acting can be best described with three words - dark, invasive and inhumane. Talent, although heavily required, isn’t focused upon in comparison to the juicy gossip and various rumors that can be spread. This is why even you - an extremely talented actress - fall prey to the chops of the acting world and find yourself in a down whirling spiral with no escape. Desperately needing to get back up on your two feet once again, it seems like your best bet is a newcomer to the industry, who has yet to understand the ways of your fallen world.

➺ Warnings: some swearing, scary directors

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➺ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The sharp heel of your shoes hits against the cement floor as you adjust your dark sunglasses, eyes flickering over to the crumpled piece of paper squished in your hand with words messily inked on. You glance up at the building before you, eyes narrowing for a split second before the paper gets discarded into the sea of your purse and you enter the doorway.

“Welcome! Is there anything I can get for yo-” The receptionist’s sweetened words die out immediately when you smirk, lowering your sunglasses so that only the top of your eyes can be seen.

“M-Miss Y/N?!” She stumbles with your name, flustered as if she’s looking at a gleaming goddess in the flesh.

“You know where this room is?” You grab the paper from your bag and toss it over to her.

“I-I think so.” She quickly types something onto her computer and you yawn, whipping your hair to the side as you lean against the counter. “It should be up these stairs!” She exclaims, pointing behind her as you cheekily take the paper back with a kind smile.

“Thanks sweetheart.” You lazily wave away as she simply stares at you leave, caught in pure awe.

***

You heave a breath when you finally reach the top of the staircase, the plastic in your shoes digging uncomfortably into your heel and you let out a small hiss when you notice the skin already breaking. After adjusting your annoying shoes and then quickly checking your makeup from your pocket mirror, you walk into the room and the sudden flash blinds your eyes.

You raise your arm immediately to avoid them but then the background of the room comes into view and you hear a faint, “Next!”

Multiple screening blinds and camera are docked around the place, a photographer and planner working on each station with their collection of models. Namjoon had told you that your future director and co-star would be working in the same building somewhere and that the best area for you to wait for them was in the modelling room - a place where you wouldn’t be hounded by an array of journalists.

You spot a nearby bench and plop down onto it, watching the models exhibit layers and layers of attitude and prestige with their crafted art. Although not being mauled by journalists, you can easily pick up on everyone’s eyes slowly drifting over to you, the faint whispers of your name and the judgemental looks already warning you that you weren’t in a place where you would exactly be welcomed.

A group of models giggle and you don’t miss what they say about you, “Y/N L/N here? Did her failed acting career finally bring her back to modeling?”

“That’s exactly what happens when you’re not associated with a strong actor anymore. You turn into nothing.”

More giddy, obnoxious laughter accompanies them and when they look over to you, you can feel that you’re starting to fume and boil with every syllable they let out.

And yet, you have to restrain yourself, knowing that you were here to get work, not to lose it.

“Is this seat taken?”

You raise an eyebrow at the man that points to the bench next to you. He’s strikingly handsome - golden skin paired with blonde locks, his feline eyes looking sharp but having a sense of warmth residing within them.

You wonder why someone as gorgeous as him would even bother asking in the first place.

You don’t answer him, simply shrug your shoulders and he takes it as a yes when he slides into the seat beside you. “Are you here for a photoshoot?”

“No. I’m not.” You grumble, hoping he would take the hint to stop talking to you.

“Are you an actress then…?” You widen your eyes, “You look really familiar.”

“Have you heard of Y/N L/N?”

“The famous actress?” His eyes instantly perk up, “The one that broke up with the powerful acto-”

“I didn’t break up with him.” You sneer and he winces.

“Sorry…” He looks at you with somber puppy eyes, “But you’re Y/N L/N? That’s incredible!”

You frown, “What’s so great about that?”

“Your movies are amazing! I still remember the one where you lost your dog and then he comes back to you towards the end of the movie and then it got so emotional.” He grins, a fond look on his features, “I loved that movie!”

You look at him shocked, “How do you even know about that? I did that movie years ago…”

“I have a dog so all the feels in that movie were super relatable.”

You actually smile at that, wondering to yourself the last time you had actually garnered praise for your work instead of being subjected to the notorious labeled break-up.

But now you take a closer look at him - despite the cherry vibe he emits, he’s dressed in an ash grey suit and sleek black tie, something a typical photographer wouldn’t be wearing.

“What are you doing he-”

“TAEHYUNG! COME ON!”

You lean back to see a photographer with a scowl on his face and Taehyung springs up from the seat beside you. He quickly shuffles around the pockets inside his jacket before a white card finally pops out. “Here.”

He places the card in your hands and his shoulders jump up when the photographer calls out his name again, “I have to get going but if there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to call!” He hurriedly dashes away with a nervous smile when the photographer doesn’t look pleased.

You pick up the card and trace over it until your eyes stop at the bolded golden curvy font on the top of the card, a stamp you weren’t expecting. “Kim Taehyung. Gucci Brand Ambassador Model…”

You look up to catch a glimpse of him again, but now you find him in front of the camera - his stance completely morphing into a critical look as he angles himself to pose just like a top model would. It takes every ounce in you to recognize that was the same guy who was only talking to you moments ago about how much he loved your movie because he could relate to it and now you see him throwing sultry looks at the camera as if it belonged to him.

Your eyes remain glued onto him as he continues on with his work, immersed with how professional he became within seconds and becoming quite impressed by the minute. The photographer gestures for him to go change as they prepare for the next station and you sigh when you watch his form fade away, now having to accommodate to staring at the clock and watching the seconds tick by instead.

Looking right and left, you furrow your brows when no one aside from the models seems to arrive at the place, so you opt out for getting up and leaving.

You couldn’t wait to get out of there, the whispering voices and dark eyes still sticking uncomfortably to your backside.

However just as you turn to leave, you hear rough gasps and abrupt footsteps land right in front of you on top of the stairs, eyes frantically searching around the room before they land onto you and immediately widen.

He’s young, extremely young, but it’s easy to tell he’s different from the way his black hair is styled to perfection, a dark leather jacket and jeans encompassing his torso and legs and his face looking like someone had just brought a precious doll to life. He carries himself steady as he walks towards you, every step of his either being too heavy or too light and his shoulders looking stiff to the point of being locked, like he wasn’t used to it.

“Y/N L/N?”

Your eyes flicker when he says your name, surprisingly not with detest or with pompous attitude, but like he was carefully testing the waters.

You smirk, “That’s me. And you are…”

“Jimin!” He takes his hand out for you to shake but then you raise a brow at it and he immediately retracts, “Sorry, um, I’m going to be your co-star for the upcoming movie.”

“So I’ve heard.” You answer, seeing him look at you with kind innocent eyes that held a spark of fear beneath them.

He’s handsome, his features almost making him look downright perfect and there’s no denying that the longer you stare at him, the more that fact becomes completely obvious to you. Like a message that was being spelt out without you even having to put much effort in.

He’s a rose.

Freshly grown and bloomed, attracting others to him like a magnet but still remaining as bright and colourful as a rose should be.

He hasn’t grown his thorns yet.

He hesitantly smiles at you when you glance at him again, but you don’t return the smile, “Come on, we need to find the director.”

“Here.”

Jimin opens the door before you walk in and you pause for a moment, wondering why he was doing such a thing, “You don’t need to open doors for me.”

“Oh. I just thought it would be nice…”

“Hmm.” You walk through anyways, still thinking back to the conversation Namjoon had with you on why making a comeback with a newbie was even a good idea.

Before you can sit down, your chair is pushed back for you as well. You don’t say anything this time, mind getting more occupied with meeting the director at hand.

It was a name you hadn’t worked with before and truth be told, were never planning on ever working with. He’s grueling and cruel, considered to be a director that just doesn’t want the best out of you, but will use any means to literally pull it out of you.

But he’s agreed to have cast you, so you know this opportunity can’t escape from your hands.

The door opens.

And heavy footsteps enter.

A camera clatters onto the table you’re seated at and he stretches his arms out, chestnut hair ruffled and eyes shut peacefully for a moment as he yawns. He sits down, stance turning completely hostile as his eyes narrow and lock onto you and Jimin, a new sharp glint fixated in them.

“Park Jimin.” He states, the young man’s eyes instantly beaming at the sound of his name, “And Y/N L/N.”

You hum, eyes staring back at him with the same amount of hostility as you cross your arms.

“Both of you don’t realize how fucking lucky you are.”

Jimin blinks for a second and you lean back in your chair, comfortably resting. The director before you suddenly slams his fist onto the table, causing Jimin to jolt from the impact, “A risk. I’m taking a huge risk with both of you on this, so if you don’t act properly,” He glares at Jimin, “And if you start to act up with me,” He turns to you now, “You’re out.”

Jimin visibly gulps and you barely flinch.

“Understood?”

“Yes Sir.” Jimin simply says, taking a deep exhale.

He turns to you.

You devilishly smile, “I make no such promises.”

The corner of his bottom lip twitches, eyes narrowing, “You do make quite the commotion on sets, don’t you?” He leans closer, pressing the base of his palms onto the table, “Well guess what? I better not hear a peep out of you on mine.”

“So you better act, that is, if you can still remember how to.”

Both of you glare at each other and from a distance away, anyone can see the pure violent electricity brewing in the air as he doesn’t back away and neither do you.

Eventually he steps back, sending you a smirk, “Read over your scripts for now. I’ll see you both tomorrow for the first day of filming.” He turns to leave, looking at you over his shoulder, “Be prepared.”

The door slams shut and echoes through the room, the young man before you flinching at the sound.

“He seems…” Jimin whispers, “Scary.”

“Min Yoongi.” You loudly exhale, “One of the most brutal and terrifying directors of all time. His method of directing is to completely break his actors inside and out, to sculpt out the character he wants and then have them present it to the audience.”

“He is scary.”

“He’s a genius.”

“What?” Jimin asks, confused, “Really?”

“That’s what they say.” You get up with a sigh, putting on your sunglasses, “Guess we’ll find out tomorrow.”

“R-Right…”

You stand at the door, turning to him, “It’s better if you get used to these things now, it’ll only get worse.”

He firmly nods, taking in your words, “And Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

You smile, the same cracked smile that had started all this.

“Welcome to the world of acting.”

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ghostboy-gamedev · 5 years ago

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Learn Log #2 - Pixel Art Basics 2

This week I continued learning the basics of pixel art and ended up making some pretty alright-looking RPG items. The topics covered this week were colour, shading and dithering and you can read about them below.

Colour

To understand colour in pixel art, you first need to understand colour. Colour theory explains the existence, and relationships, between the primary colours (red, blue and yellow) and the secondary colours (green, orange and purple). These colours and everything in between appear on the colour wheel, which we’ll get to in a second. What’s important to know is that these different colours can contrast against each other, complement each and give off different moods. I’m not going to go into depth but having some understanding of colour theory is essential in creating any artwork, including pixel art.

Anyway, that colour wheel I mentioned is vital to pixel art. Every digital art program you use for pixel art will include some form of the colour wheel which will allow you to select colours for your artwork. Below I’ve made a rough image of a colour bar with the very left pixel starting at hue 0 and the furthest right being hue 360 (each pixel increases hue by 15).

You’ll notice that hue 0 and 360 are both the same red. This is because a revolution around the colour wheel has been completed and we’re now back at square one. Remember that even in bar form this is a colour wheel – this information is key to utilising the colour wheel.

Now, looking at these colours, your eyes might start to tear up a bit. They’re very bright and harsh. If we put two contrasting colours, such as green and red, next to each other, this would only get worse. This limits our creativity and makes our games a bit irritating to play. So, if we lower the saturation and value of the colours a bit, it can make our pixels pleasant.

You’ll see here that I’ve reduced the value by 10 points making the colours a little darker and more comfortable on the eyes. You can also see the saturation decrease the further down the image the pixels are. Desaturation can also make your pixels less harsh. However, keep in mind that adjusting value and saturation will affect the mood of your game. Lighter, brighter games give off a friendly vibe while darker, desaturated games will give off a more serious vibe. You can also use these techniques on black and white pixels if you replace the white with a highly desaturated yellow and the black with a desaturated, dark purple as shown below.

Finally, if you’re looking for what colours to use in your pixel art piece or video game here’s some advice. 1) Make a colour palette – this will serve as a constant reference for what colours you’re using in the art. 2) To develop a palette, make a mock-up of your art – this will help you pick colours that work together and create a cohesive mood. 3) Remove unnecessary colours – keeping your colour palette simple or simplifying it as you go will make animation easier and make the art less noisy.

The final thing I’ll say is; use the HSV (Hue, Saturation and Value) measures and forget about RGB (Red, Green, Blue). I used RGB before this week and it pails in comparison to HSV. It might take some time to get used to, but it is crucial for nice shading, which I’ll explain later on.

Shading

To discuss shading, we’ll be using this box and this sphere. Of course, they don’t really look like a box or sphere without shading, but we’ll get to that.

Someone starting out with pixel art, like myself, would usually just adjust the saturation and value measurements of the colour to achieve a brighter or darker tone. A lower saturation will give off the impression of brightness even if the value is at 100 by moving closer towards white. Meanwhile, decreasing the value moves the colour towards black making it darker. These new colours would be applied as shadows and highlights and often with gradients moving between the colours.

However, there is a much more interesting method of shading called hue shifting. In an environment, we will have a light source which may not be 100% white light. With hue shifting, we move towards the hue of the light source for brighter colours and for darker colours we move away from that light source (typically towards the opposite colour). This is why it is so important to ditch RGB and remember the properties of the colour wheel. Below are some examples of the different types of shading: the first image is of standard shading, the second is of hue shifting, and the third is a comparison.

You’ll immediately notice hue shifting is a lot more colourful and nicer to look at than standard shading. You’ll also see some colours seem a bit off (yellow, for example, shifts too far green and orange. This is because I simply followed the numerical values of the colour wheel. When using hue shifting, DO NOT do this. It can help a bit if you need guidance, but if you strictly follow the numbers, you’ll end up with weird colours. Go with your eye and what looks best.

Now let’s apply hue shifting to our box and sphere.

Looking much better! You’ll also notice I added another highlight to the sphere. This is because the sphere is also receiving indirect light bouncing up from the ground.

The formula for hue shifting goes:

Lighter = Hue Shift – Saturation + Value

Darker = Hue Shift – Saturation – Value (you can instead add saturation if you want brighter shadows)

The extent to which you manipulate these values will be part of your art’s style.

Dithering

Another method of shading used in retro machines that can still be used today is dithering. Dithering is used by alternating between colours in a pattern to trick the brain into thinking that the colour present is a combination of two different colours. There’s a couple of different ways to dither such as:

Uniform dithering – alternating each pixel between the colours

Pattern dithering – making a pattern transition between the colours

Random dithering – scattering the pixels randomly

Dithering is useful if working with limited palettes and works great with larger pieces. However, dithering between similar colours might not make a difference, and too much dithering can make an image noisy.

Week 2 Practice

I wanted to make some fantasy RPG items for this week’s practice following HeartBeast’s and Davit Masia’s videos on item and gem icons. The first thing I did was create a colour range, as shown below. To make this, I picked out the six primary and secondary colours on the colour wheel and adjusted them to a tone that fit what I wanted. Next, I hue shifted them to create two brighter and two darker tones each.

This range allowed me to easily pick and choose colours for my colour palette. If I felt any of the colours from the range needed to be different, I just adjusted them in the palette. I decided on working with a small palette for the twelve items I was making and choose 16 colours as I was working in a 16x16 space. Within the palette, there are fifteen grids with the colour white and fourteen others. The sixteenth colour used was the black outline surrounding the palette.

I based these colours off a list of ideas I had which include health and mana potions, currency (coins, a bag of coins, gems), and weapons (bombs, sword, shield, spell scroll). To test out the colours I’d picked for my rough palette, I made line art of the items and roughly coloured in each item (Note: the grey background was not part of the colour palette).

I assessed what I had and realised I wasn’t going to use green anywhere. I removed both shades of green from the palette giving me two spaces if I needed any new colours. I then proceeded to add more detail to the icons, including shading, and outlined each object so they stood out from the background. After a while, I realised that I needed some more brown tones as the coin bag and sword lacked some necessary shading. I used the new two spots in my palette for a lighter tone and a darker tone and finished my items.

Now that I felt happy with my items, I quickly added a small shadow beneath each of the items I’d consider ‘pick-ups’ and animated them into a little GIF (apologies for the watermark). This was where I completed the piece.

Reflecting on the piece, I think the items look pretty good. The form of the sword could use some work – the addition of the outline made it a bit big, turning it into a toy sword. Also, the shading of the coin, bomb and shield could all be a bit better, but I feel like I did an ok job with the limited palette.

The End

So, that concludes this week’s learn log. Next week I’m moving away from learning the basics and starting with GUI pixel art including logos, fonts, buttons and cursors so follow my blog if you’re interested.

My learning and this blog post wouldn’t have been made possible without these amazing resources. Go check them out if you wanna learn some stuff about pixel art!

Pixel Art 101: ‘Colour Palette’ by Pixel Pete

How to Colour Pixel Art by TutsByKai

How to Pick Nice Colours by MortMort

Pixel Art 101: ‘Shading’ by Pixel Pete

Hue Shifting in Pixel Art by Brandon James Greer

Dithering and Pixel Art by Armitage Games

[Let’s Pixel] 18x18 Item Icons by HeartBeast

How to Start in Pixel Art by Davit Masia

#pixel art #pixelart #video games #learn #learning #gamedev #game dev #pixel #art

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megalony · 6 years ago

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Don’t leave us- Part 2

A follow-up part that was requested by the amazing @rogertaylorsbitontheside hope you like it.

Enjoy.

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Time seemed to be in a frenzy. If it were something visible to the eye it would be buzzing back and forth like an image that had been frozen on a video player, stuck between one moment and the next. Except time only seemed to be stuck for two people sitting alone in the deserted corridor as if they were in a horror movie just waiting for a predator to come and snatch them up. The concept of time was further disrupted from the lights blazing down the corridor making the white of the walls and the floor shine in such a way that any pair of eyes needed minutes to adjust to ensure they weren't going blind. These lights giving the impression that it was, in fact, the morning or sometime in the middle of the day instead of in the evening when the sun was bidding good day to allow the moon its time to shine. Allowing his eyes to differ from watching his calloused hands shaking as if every nerve in them had been cut, Ben glanced for what must have been the hundredth time to the girl sitting beside him, utterly broken. She was the reason he felt that time was becoming stuck. As he watched her he noticed the different expressions passing over her features like none of them were good enough to stay for more than a few minutes. She could sit in silence for what felt like hours as her mind wandered, but when her senses came flooding back to her it was as if her memory had been wiped in the space of time her mind had left her body. Coming back to a shell as she seemed to relive the events again and again in a vicious cycle, realising where they were and why millions of times. And each time she seemed to remember her lover lying in peril in the room behind them she burst into fits of sobs and unwanted tears. Her mind wandering to escape the pain only to come back to it when it returned again. When Ben's mind wandered all he could seem to run to was how. How had they not realised that their beloved drummer was in such a state of turmoil that he would turn to a form of escape that was ultimately a one-way street no one should go down. Was Freddie's death the reason the drummer felt like his life was not worth living anymore? That everything had changed too quickly for his liking. To go from living his life for over two decades with that person around for almost every day of each year only for him to be snatched from the world leaving the drummer clueless. Realising that nothing was going to be the same again because that gravity that had kept him going and held him to the world had been taken away leaving Roger to float away with no feeling of rescue. The small feelings of depression becoming amplified by one hundred when the death of his closest friend tipped his world on its axis. No matter how many thoughts swirled around in his mind the answers simply weren't part of them. How could one try to understand what another was feeling or going through if they had not shared the same kind of experiences or feelings? Ben had not experienced depression, nor had he experienced thoughts of suicide so trying to understand wasn't something he felt he was capable of. Sympathising was different, that was an interpretation of what was being felt and trying to level out the surface. Understanding wasn't what he should be doing either, why say he understood when he really didn't, but even if he were to understand why would that help? Roger didn't need to be told what he felt was normal or that he was understood by his loved ones, he needed to be helped and showed his life was loved by others even if it was not loved by him. Her legs looked like two match sticks that had been put under too much pressure. Knees bending in such a way it looked like they were going to completely snap in half. The words of the doctor were muted by both partners, neither of them recognising that he had said anything at all as their eyes landed on the door that was acting as some kind of beacon to their bloodshot eyes. Drawing them closer only to trap them inside and cause an overwhelming sense of panic. Her legs did well not to snap in two halves when her body collided with the doorframe on her right. Weight pressing to the frame as her hands clung to it to the point she was bound to break through the metal instead of using the door. Head resting against it as her chest quivered, eyes closing when the image of what she had already seen came to overwhelm her orbs. What if she were to open this door only to become transported back to the apartment she was already adamant she was not going back to? If she were to walk inside and feel the water soaking into her shoes and climbing up her frame. To see the liquid becoming tainted with crimson as it drained from her lover into the bath. What if she were to be faced with the same fate of having to throw herself to the water to find out of they were indeed too late to do anything? Lips pressed to the back of her head as hands gently placed themselves on her shoulders, trying to tell her that it was indeed alright to enter the room. Others had already ensured that they were not going to meet the same fate as they had mere hours ago. It had been secured that once they walked into this room the only sight they were going to be faced with was their drummer in a state of recovery and not lying on death's door. Closing her eyes she allowed the body pressing into hers to guide them inside the room, her eyelids beginning to hurt from the force that they were snapped against one another without a second thought. Her arms winding around her middle as she forced a breath to be pulled into her deprived lungs. The faint beeping noise that filtered through her ears that were only just beginning to get back into working order coaxed her eyelids to open like shutters being snapped up. Vision focusing to see the monitor on the left side of the bed that was working at a very steady rate much to her surprise. Mind having become poisoned by thoughts that were so sure that there would be no such sound coming from the machine. That they were being led in to see the drummer for the last time. Neither was prepared for the sight that lay before them no matter how much they had begged to witness it over the hours that had passed. To see the other blonde looking as if they really had been too late in trying to save him. Body limp, tucked mostly beneath the glistening white sheets that tried to hide him from their scrutinizing gazes. Arms resting over the sheets to reveal bandages tightly covering his wrists that made a better view than that of the towels that had been hastily tied there before. Ben's eyes latched onto the plastic bag that was hanging on a rail next to the drummer, the wire trailing down and disappearing beneath a plaster that was taped to the back of his hand to allow the needed fluid to enter his system. Replacing the pints that had been lost to the bath water, taking away a part of the drummer and giving him something that someone else had been generous to supply. Though the darkened substance seemed to be doing nothing for the drummer's skin which was still a deathly pale colour even though he was being given the needed supplies to change this. His eyes were the feature that (Y/N) simply couldn't look away from when her gaze broke away from the monitor beside him. The gleam that could so easily be seen in his baby blue orbs was no were to be found when his eyes met hers. As if those stars that had previously been there had drained out along with most of the blood that had poured from the open wounds he had inflicted upon himself. A feeling of relief sweltered through her when she noticed that his eyes, though not able to hold a gleam or a spark in them anymore, still held the ability to reflect how he was feeling. Revealing that there was guilt that was pouring into his eyes that were already glistening with salt tears that were forming in the corners of his eyes. As soon as his battered and bruised arms lifted both his partners found the will to move again from their frozen positions in the doorway to the room. The drummer's silent plea for comfort being heard and acknowledged letting him know that any feelings of anger or agonising pain towards him and his actions were pushed aside. Neither partner was going to stand and criticise him for what he had put the people he loved through. The feeling of fatigue, the pinpricks in his hands, the stitches and repairs on his wrists and the rushing of new blood pounding through his veins and arteries dulled down to nothing the moment he felt the contact of the two people who made him regret everything. The two people who made him realise that just maybe, he had acted too quickly. That he hadn't thought through what he was doing or the options he had to take if he so wanted. Roger had hurt them so much more than he thought he would have in trying to alleviate the hurt he was feeling himself. He didn't like change, and he had no idea how he was meant to face the change of going through the rest of his life without his beloved singer by his side every step of the way. The singer who had worked with him at the market for extra petty cash, the singer who had made a success of their small-time band. The singer who had accepted Roger's relationship with open arms and fought off anyone who thought otherwise. The singer who has been there every step of the way even if he had been insufferable at one point or another in Roger's life. He didn't know how he was meant to cope with a life without Freddie in it and he didn't like the agony that came in exchange. The drummer tipped his head back against the pile of pillows resting behind his neck when the sound of (Y/N)'s cry rattled through his ears to swirl around in his head. Oh, what had he done? This was the thing he simply couldn't bare. Knowing the reactions he would cause by going through with something that seemed like such a good escape to him. The thing about dying was the fact that, as selfish as it was, you would never know how much pain and agony your death would cause the people you were leaving behind. Roger never wanted to know how much hurt he would be putting his loved ones through he simply wanted his own hurt to be laid to rest. His phone call had been short and far from sweet, his voice trembling as he had to say something. His conscience simply wouldn't allow the drummer to let his partners come home without even an inkling that something was wrong. How could he have done what he did and let them come home to find him like that? Letting them know what they would be coming home to seemed the most humane and loving thing that he could do for them in that hour of need. Roger hadn't expected them to be so swift in their returns that they would stand a chance in pulling him back from the brink of death. Something he hadn't been sure he was thankful for until he saw their broken expressions staring at him. As soon as his tired and sore eyes met theirs the drummer realised they were the thing that could stop him from ever doing this again. He needed to live because he had them in his life and they were what made life so appealing. How could he have been so careless and ungrateful to throw a life away that was filled with the most loving people? Slowly tilting his head down as not to aggravate his neck which held tense and tortured muscles the drummer pressed his lips to (Y/N)'s temple when her body burrowed into his side. Arms splaying out over his frame trying to rid herself from the memory that was so distinct to this one, of her trying to bring him back to her when he began to slip out of her grasp and into another realm. His hand coming to rest over her arm as his other arm rested over the back of Ben's shoulders as the actor laid face down on the edge of the bed he had squeezed his frame into. Face turning just enough so that his lips could press delicately to the drummer's cheek as if any pressure was going to cause him to crack like glass. "Don't leave us Rog, please." They needed confirmation. A sign of reassurance that the drummer wasn't thinking of trying to scar them like that again to give himself an easy escape. Neither of them would be able to survive another terror like the one they had come face to face within their home that was now tainted with the memory of what Roger had done. Something they were never going to get out of their heads, and something that they were going to need a lot of time to come to terms with. "I won't ever leave you again sweetheart. I promise." The shaking to his voice gave them both the confirmation that they were looking for. How could he even think to put them through that again? They were Roger's life now, and he had no intentions of trying to mess that up again.

#roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #roger x ben x reader

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pocket-luv101 · 6 years ago

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Summary: Kuro takes Mahiru sailing (KuroMahi, Photographer AU)

“Kuro, is that you?” At the sound of his name, Kuro looked up from his netting. A brunette was waving to him on the dock. He looked a little familiar but he couldn’t place where he seen him before. Kuro grabbed the rope tethering him to the dock and pulled his small sailboat closer to the edge. The man had a camera around his neck and Kuro hoped he wasn’t a reporter.

Kuro spoke in English and prayed that the reporter would leave. After he won an award, reporters would bother him for an interview. He enjoyed his privacy and avoided reporters. Kuro was surprised and confused by the man’s response. He laughed. “C’mon, Kuro, you know English is my worst subject. We haven’t seen each other since high school but my English hasn’t improved much since then.”

Once he heard his warm laugh, Kuro recognized him. “Mahiru?”

“It’s been a long time. How have you been?” Mahiru asked. It felt awkward to stand over him so he knelt on the dock. In high school, Kuro was an exchange student and Mahiru volunteered to show him around. They had been friends ever since but Kuro returned to America once they graduated. He didn’t expect to see him again so he was beyond happy.

“I moved back to Japan a month ago and I’ve been super busy. I built this sailboat but I barely had time to go fishing. Can’t deal.” Kuro held up his half-finished net to show him. As they talked, he made another loop in his fishing net. Mahiru watched his deft fingers and smiled to himself. There were scars on his fingers but he knew that they could be very gentle.

“I can help you finish that net if you want. Thinking simply, we’ll finish it quicker if we do it together. But I have to work first. I booked a boat ride so I could take photos of the sea.” Mahiru held up his camera with a wide smile. He glanced around the dock and said, “The fisherman I hired was supposed to be here but I don’t see him. I wonder if he’s late.”

“Was his name Enra?” He asked. Kuro swore beneath his breath when Mahiru nodded. The fisherman was a drifter who would offer rides on his boat to tourists for money. Unfortunately, he would merely take their money and leave. He knew how trusting Mahiru was and guessed he easily fell for the scam. “I know the guy and…”

“He’s not coming, is he?” He finished for him. He had to question if Mahiru had the amazing ability to read his mind. A sad smile appeared on his face as he looked down at his camera. “At least I only paid him twenty dollars so it’s not much. I was hoping to take some nice pictures though. There’s an art contest I wanted to join and the theme is nature.”

The disappointment on his face tugged at Kuro’s heart. He held out his hand to Mahiru and said, “Jump in and I’ll give you a boat ride for free.”

“Thank you, Kuro! Meeting you again already made my day but this is even better.” Mahiru placed his hand in Kuro’s. He stepped into the boat and his hand helped him stay balanced. He was happy to have the opportunity to spend more time with Kuro and catch up. It seemed like he hadn’t changed much because he was as kind as he remembered.

Kuro looked over the rigging on his sail before he positioned his boat in the direction of the wind. He hoisted the sail into position and secured the line with a tight knot. He kept Mahiru in the corner of his eyes so he wouldn’t accidentally knock him off the small boat. The boat moved forward with the wind and they sailed into the open sea.

The water was calm but Kuro knew how the tides could change suddenly. He had to be cautious of the sea. In contrast, Mahiru walked to the bow of the ship to enjoy the cool breeze. The fresh air and the light spray of water was refreshing. He admired the beautiful landscapes they passed and then stared at the blue horizon. He could only imagine how beautiful the sunset would be in a few hours.

“If you find your picture perfect moment, just tell me. I’ll drop down the anchor so you can take a photograph.” Kuro said behind him and slowed the boat. He watched the wind play through Mahiru’s hair and he wondered if it was as soft as it looked. He didn’t want to be caught staring so he pulled his gaze away. “You loved to take pictures in high school too. It’s nice to see you make a career out of something you love.”

“A picture can capture a million emotions. Can you stop the boat so I can take a picture?” He let go of the safety bar to walk back to Kuro. He wasn’t accustomed to the constant rocking of the ocean and he stumbled over his own feet. Luckily, Kuro was able to grab his hands and he helped him regain his balance. Mahiru smiled up at him and thanked him. Then, he laughed softly, “Great catch, Kuro.”

“When I said I wanted to go fishing, I didn’t expect to catch a person.” Kuro only let go of him once he was certain that Mahiru wouldn’t trip again. He adjusted the sail so it wouldn’t catch the wind. Then he went to lower the anchor into the water. Mahiru stood next to him and leaned over the edge so he could look into the water. The clear water reflected Mahiru’s smile similar to how it would with the sun.

Mahiru viewed the world through his camera and captured the beauty he saw. The soft colours of the sea complimented the vivid green islands lining the horizon. He leaned closer to Kuro so he could show him the picture he took. “What do you think?”

“It’s nice and simple.” Other artists would think Kuro was insulting their work but Mahiru considered it a compliment. His words brought a proud smile to his lips and he continued to take more pictures from different angles. With every new picture he took, Mahiru would have a thoughtful expression.

Kuro didn’t want to bother him while he worked so he busied himself with the net he was making earlier. He would glance back to Mahiru occasionally. He had to admit that Mahiru had become more attractive and his eyes were very expressive. His laughter hadn’t changed though. Mahiru’s sincere personality was what drew Kuro to him when they first met as teenagers.

“Are you daydreaming, Kuro? Your fingers are getting tangled up in the string.” Mahiru sat across from him and helped him untie the string from his fingers. He threaded the string through the net like he saw Kuro do earlier. “Is this how you braid the net? I promised to help you finish this. This is my way to thank you for taking me out here.”

“You still like to volunteer to help everyone, no matter how tedious the job.” Kuro could already predict his response. He showed him how to make the net with slow motions. They talked idly and Kuro’s dry jokes made Mahiru giggle. It was surprisingly easy to talk with him even though they’ve been apart for years now. Most would say that Kuro was a distant person but Mahiru enjoyed his company.

Mahiru asked, “Did you move to Japan permanently?”

“I live just down the street.” He pointed towards the city. “Lily helped me find a job designing boats for rich people. It pays well. I like to come down here and fish as a hobby. I mostly let the ocean rock me to sleep though.”

“Wait, I think I read an article about you!” Mahiru pulled out a newspaper he was reading earlier. He flipped through the pages until he found a photo of a sailboat. “Your design won an award earlier this month. Congratulations! You used Sleepy Ash as your pseudonym. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize it sooner since I was the one who gave you the nickname.”

“You called me Sleepy Ash whenever you caught me napping in class.” The memory made Kuro chuckle. “The name just stuck.”

“That’s because you slept through so many classes. How does this look?” Mahiru completed another row of the fishing net and he held it up to show Kuro. When he did, he noticed the long shadow the net cast. He turned around and saw the sun setting. The water appeared to be gold but night was starting to settle over the sky as well. He immediately stood to take a picture of the sunset.

Kuro had lost track of time while they talked. He put away the net and went to stand next to Mahiru. He looked over his shoulder to look at the picture he took. While he wasn’t a photographer, he was a designer and noticed the subtly in the photo. “You have an eye for balance.”

“Thank you but I only take pictures of things I find beautiful. Sunset has the most stunning shadows.” He hugged the camera to his chest. Kuro knew how much he loved photography and his passion shined in his eyes. “You’re lucky to have this boat. You can sail anywhere you want and see beautiful scenes like this.”

“Anytime you want to sail out to sea, just call me.” Kuro took out his phone and Mahiru rushed to do the same. They exchanged numbers and Mahiru immediately sent him a text. “Can we go sailing tomorrow at noon? Yeah, I’m free. But we need to head back to shore right now before it gets dark. Sailing at night is troublesome since the wind is hard to read.”

He started to pull up the anchor so they could sail back to the dock. He dropped the chain when water was splashed in his face. Kuro looked up and saw Mahiru chuckling not too far from him. He could easily guess that it was Mahiru who splashed him. “If you weren’t wearing an expensive camera around your neck, I would splash you back.”

“I won’t bring my camera tomorrow so you can get your revenge then.” He winked at Kuro. He pushed away from the boat and sat in a chair. Mahiru scrolled through his camera roll and tried to pick which he should submit to the art contest. “Since we’re meeting at noon tomorrow, I can pack us a lunch. Do you still like—”

He became flustered when Kuro slipped off his shirt and used it dry his wet hair. He had become more handsome and toned since high school. Mahiru’s cheeks became a deep shade of red and he hoped Kuro wouldn’t notice his blush. Kuro was distracted with the sail though. As a photographer, Mahiru’s first instinct was to take a picture of him.

But Kuro held him mesmerized as they sailed back to the dock.

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A Night to Remember

Pairing: Dorian Havilliard x reader

Warnings: nada

A/N: okay so this is technically a part 2 to Fashion Emergency, however it can be read without reading that first. I was right, this part got a lot longer than I’d planned but it means more fluff for you so like who cares?

Word Count: 3000

^ The Dress I envisioned if you were wondering ^

Looking in the mirror (Y/N) was shocked at how she looked. The dress Dorian had given her looked as if it was designed for her alone, the colour perfect, the style beautiful, the fit doing absolute wonders for her. Her maid had done a truly amazing job with her hair and makeup as well. It was understated and girly but so elegant; a splash of colour to her lips, a slight darkening of her lashes, some tiny sparkling flowers woven into her hair. She’d never felt so beautiful. Sure Dorian had told her she was a thousand times but she’d never truly seen it until now. Even so, she was still trying to find any small fault in her appearance, eyes scanning over every inch of herself visible in the mirror.

“You look beautiful, lovey, stop worrying.” Her maid came and stood in front of her, hand squeezing her shoulder in comfort. “Your prince won’t be able to keep his eyes off you, I guarantee it.” She made a couple of small adjustments, smoothing out the fabric of the dress and re-positioning a stubborn piece of hair before nodding, satisfied with her work, and leading (Y/N) to the door.

There the girl paused and took a deep breath to ease her nerves and try to calm the tremor in her hands. She turned back to her maid and gave the older woman a hug.

“You’ll be fine dear, there’s nothing to be scared of. Now,” she pulled away from the hug and smoothed the dress before smiling affectionately at the young woman, “go have fun, and tell me everything in the morning.”

“Thank you,” was all (Y/N) could manage before the maid shooed her out the door and she started the walk to the grand hall.

Dorian was a nervous wreck. He couldn’t keep still where he waited at the bottom of the grand staircase outside the hall. He’d never felt like this before, usually calm and confident in any situation, but not today apparently. Since the moment he’d left (Y/N) earlier that day he’d been a ball of anxiety, terrified his parents wouldn’t approve. She was everything to him, his whole world and he didn’t think he could bare the possibility of losing her, especially because of his parents. He really needed to calm down. She was perfect in his eyes, more lovely, kind, and respectable than any girl he’d known, surely his parents would think so too?

A hand, Chaol’s hand, clapping him on the shoulder shook him out of his thoughts and he looked to his best friend who was wearing a concerned expression.

“Are you alright?” The captain asked.

“Yes, just a bit nervous about my parents. I’m sure it will be fine though.”

“It will. (Y/N) is great at making people like her, she’ll be alright.”

They chatted for another few minutes while they waited for (Y/N). Suddenly Chaol’s eyes widened and Dorian turned to follow his gaze up the stairs to the most heavenly sight to ever meet his eyes.

Dorian could only gape as he watched (Y/N) walk down the stairs to where he waited. She looked more beautiful than Dorian thought anyone had a right to, more like an actual goddess than anything of this world. She even seemed to glow as if from some inner light, or maybe it was just the way the soft candlelight lit her features and caught on the details of the dress she wore, maybe it was even simply the shy smile she offered him lighting up her whole body with the happiness he saw there. Whatever it was made her shine, brighter than any star he’d ever seen.

He’d yet to recover the ability to speak by the time she reached him and her smile faltered a little. Chaol nudged him and he finally snapped out of it, a soft smile forming on his lips, the one he usually reserved for moments when they were alone. The one that made (Y/N)’s heart melt and cheeks heat from the obvious adoration in it.

“Gods, you look beautiful,” he breathed out and brought his hand to cup her cheek as he leaned down to capture her lips in a sweet kiss.

He pulled back and gave her an encouraging smile as he offered his arm. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” She took his arm and they walked towards the huge wooden doors, (Y/N) trembling slightly.

“It’s okay, relax, just smile and be yourself. You’ve been to these things before and everyone already loves you.” He spoke quietly as they neared the doors.

“I know, but I’ve never been with you before. Do you know how many girls would literally kill to be going with you? What if they all hate me now?”

“They won’t, and if they do then they don’t deserve to know you anyway. Trust me, everything will be alright.”

“I trust you. But if you’re wrong I’m never going to let you hear the end of it.” His chuckle brought a soft smile to her face just as the doors opened before them and they entered the party together, everyone’s eyes on them in an instant.

She looked out at the sea of faces before her, some shocked, others awed, others still smiling. It was the smiles she focused on, many coming from the friends she’d made. The awed made her nervous and the shocked she was unwilling to chance seeing give way to annoyance or jealousy.

While (Y/N) focused on and worried about everyone else, Dorian couldn’t bring himself to pay attention to anything but the girl beside him as they made their way through the crowds to greet the King and Queen. She was the picture of grace and confidence in that moment, though he knew much of it was faked, and he’d never been so proud.

As they approached his parents Dorian bowed and (Y/N) followed suit with a flawlessly executed curtsy.

“Mother, father, I’m sure you know who (Y/N) is, though I don’t believe you’ve ever been formally introduced.”

“No we haven’t, pleasure to meet you dear.” The Queen smiled slightly at her and although it wasn’t the warmest of welcomes, it eased some of the anxiety which had been clawing at her.

“The pleasure is mine, your majesty.” She smiled at the Queen before glancing towards the King and back to Dorian, the lack of any conversation to be had hanging heavy in the air.

“Well, happy birthday mother, I’m sure I’ll see you again later.” With that the two of them bowed and curtsied again and left to enjoy the party. (Y/N) could still feel the burning of the King’s gaze on her as they walked away. He’d remained silent the whole time and she’d felt like she’d been being assessed for something other than being an appropriate match for Dorian. What, she couldn’t fathom but she didn’t much like the idea of finding out.

“Well that went about as well as could be expected. You did amazing darling.” With a steadying hand on the small of her back, Dorian directed them through the room towards some of the friendlier faces she’d seen earlier.

“I didn’t exactly do much but they didn’t visibly hate me, so i suppose that’s something.” She smiled brightly, relieved that that was finally over with.

“That’s better than a lot of people get, they’re probably just going to watch you more closely and then then decide what they think of you.” Her smile dropped and a bit of panic crossed her features before Dorian continued. “Darling, there’s no need to worry about it, I’ve never heard a bad word uttered about you, even from some of the biggest bastards in this court. You’re more of a Lady than everyone here so just act how you normally would and you’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” she nodded, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before she settled her features back into her usual open smile.

“(Y/N)!” The raised voice made her turn around and find one of her friends rushing over, a huge grin on her face and an exasperated Lord’s son trailing her. “When you told me you had a date to this, I didn’t realise you meant Dorian! Why didn’t you tell me!?” She asked as soon as she reached the pair.

“Well you didn’t tell me you were coming with anyone so I think we’re even.” She made a face at that and (Y/N) couldn’t help the little bubble of laughter that rose in her throat. It was the sweetest sound Dorian had heard in his life and he longed to hear it again as many times as possible.

“Well I’m sure you’ve got lots of important people to see so we won’t keep you. (Y/N) you look beautiful and I’m so happy for you, I expect you to tell me absolutely everything tomorrow though.” She winked and turned to Dorian. “Your Highness,” a slight curtsy, “look after her please.”

“You have my word.” He wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s waist and smiled at her friend before leading her away.

They spent the next half an hour circulating and talking to all the guests, an obligation for Dorian. Most of the court seemed to be very happy for them and they received countless compliments on how lovely a couple they were, so many kind words that (Y/N) found she no longer needed to fake her confidence or elation. Sure there were a few girls around her age who were less than pleased about their relationship but they both knew it was just jealousy and brushed it off easily.

Finally, they’d seen everyone and took a moment to have a break and grab a drink in the corner of the room before Dorian led her to join in the dancing which had started not long after they’d arrived.

For hours they danced and danced, only taking a few breaks to catch their breath and drink. As Dorian spun her around the dance floor neither of them could keep smiles off their faces or their eyes off of each other, both so entranced by their partner that nothing else mattered. It was obvious to everyone who watched them how in love they were, they were completely absorbed in each other, in their own world where there was room for nothing but love and happiness. They were all shocked at how no one had noticed anything before tonight as the love exhibited clearly wasn’t the newly found kind, it was a love that had been built over years and had been in the open between them for some time.

When at last they couldn’t dance any longer, they slipped out alone into the gardens to stroll in the cooling night air. They were quiet for a long while, content just to be together as they walked hand in hand. They reached their favourite part of the gardens, the place they met, and (Y/N) sunk down to sit by the pond there to rest her aching feet. Leaning back on her hands she tilted her head back to look at the stars. Dorian came to sit beside her, just staring as she sat, bathed in the light of the moon, only inches away. In the pale light he was struck yet again by the way she looked, skin glowing almost ethereally and body completely relaxed and and peace, the picture of serenity. He thanked the gods yet again for bringing her into his life and letting them fall in love.

(Y/N) could feel Dorian’s gaze fixed on her but that was nothing knew to her, she’d long been aware of how deep his love for her ran and had gotten used to the feeling of his eyes on her. It had been awkward and embarrassing at the beginning but she’d grown to appreciate the attention, it was just one of the ways Dorian liked to show his love so she’d accepted it and now found comfort in the heat of his gaze. She turned her head and gave him a soft smile which he returned as she finally broke their silence.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever danced that much before. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Me neither, I’d dance for an eternity though so long as you were with me.” She sighed at his classically romantic response.

“How are you always so romantic?”

“It’s easy when the love of your life is sitting a few inches away.” He grinned and stood, offering his hand. “Have you got the energy for one last dance?”

“Dorian, there’s no music out here.”

“And?” She thought for a moment and shrugged before taking his hand and being pulled to her feet. His other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her as close as possible, while hers came up to rest on his shoulder, their clasped hands held close to them. It wasn’t a proper dancing stance but neither cared, their goal wasn’t perfection, it was simply to be as close to each other as they could.

(Y/N) couldn’t tear her eyes from his as Dorian moved them slowly to a beat only he could hear. His eyes sparkled whenever they caught the moonlight and she felt herself falling for the beautiful man before her all over again.

At some point they’d let go of each others hands and now simply had their arms wrapped around each other, Dorian’s at her waist and (Y/N)’s around his shoulders. They’d stopped dancing too and were now just swaying lightly together with her head resting on his chest. They stayed like that for a while until (Y/N) began to shiver from the cool night breeze and Dorian pulled away slightly with concern.

“Maybe we should head back inside.” He suggested. She nodded in agreement but neither moved away. (Y/N)’s eyes flicked down to his lips briefly, their faces already close enough that she could feel his breath fanning over her face. A hand on her chin tilted her head up and her eyes closed as a pair of warm lips met hers. Dorian’s kiss was a smouldering fire, warming her to her very core and she kissed back as insistently as he did, hands moving to cup his face as one of his tangled in her hair, causing a little gasp to escape her when he tugged ever so gently.

She was breathing hard, lips slightly swollen from the kiss, when they broke away and Dorian had never wanted anything more than he wanted her then. A little thrill went through him at the thought that he was to only one who got to see her like that, the only one who got to kiss her whenever he pleased just as he did again right then, the only one who got to see her shy smile every time he did.

(Y/N) shivered again and they both finally moved away to head back inside. It was late enough that there was no reason to return to the party so once they entered the relative warmth of the castle again they headed for (Y/N)’s room. At the door Dorian kissed her again, he couldn’t help it, a much gentler kiss than his last though, one to say goodnight.

“Do...do you want to stay, for a little while? I’m not tired just yet.” She wasn’t sure why she was suddenly nervous but did her best to hide it.

“Of course.” He smiled, completely at ease, and pushed open her door, allowing her to enter first before he shut it behind himself.

“I’m just going to...ah…,” she gestured at the delicate expanse of her dress, “get out of this. I’ll only be a minute.”

“Need any help?” He winked and she felt her cheeks heat.

“No, I’ll be okay.” She hurried into her bedroom and started trying to undress. It was much harder than it looked and both she and her hair got caught up in the details of the fabric. She had to admit defeat.

“I might need that hand now,” she called out to Dorian in the other room and he appeared in the doorway moments later trying desperately to suppress a laugh when he saw her. “Stop laughing and help me.” She tried to sound irritated but failed as she herself started giggling.

“Okay, let’s see what we can do here.” He strode over and began trying to untangle her.

A few minutes later (Y/N) was freed from the dress and quickly slipping on a nightgown while Dorian hung it up safely, very politely keeping his back turned to give her some privacy as she changed. Sitting against her headboard, she watched as Dorian finished with the dress and came to join her, loosening his shirt as he did.

“Pick up where we left off earlier?” She asked, reaching for the book on her nightstand.

“If you wish, do you even know where we got to? You fell asleep halfway through.”

“I’m sure I’ll figure out what’s going on, just start from wherever you got to.”

Dorian settled more comfortably onto the bed and took the book from (Y/N) who promptly curled into his side, head resting on his chest. He held the book with one hand, the other stroking gently through her hair until he had to turn the page.

Only six pages in (Y/N) fell asleep, obviously more tired than she’d realised. Dorian closed and put back the book before carefully moving them both down the bed until he could lay down properly. Placing one last kiss to her forehead Dorian closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around the girl beside him, and soon fell asleep himself, looking forward to ending many more days the same way.

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