#text is too small you need to click on the image to see it probably :|

[titanfortuna]

Obligatory 'I'm literally a biology student this is just things I've picked up from making various coats and other textile stuff' disclaimer, but looking at the various in game coat designs:

[cal-kestis]

HOW TO: Make an iPhone Layout + Downloadable Template

Hi! I've gotten a few messages asking for a tutorial on my iPhone gifsets — but instead of only doing a tutorial (that would probably be triple the length this one already is), I decided to turn my layout into a template with all the bits and bobs! In the "tutorial" under the cut, I'll share everything you'll need, a free template download, and quickly go over how to use this template. :)

Disclaimer: This template uses Video Timeline and this tutorial assumes you have a basic to intermediate understanding of Photoshop.

PHASE 1: THE ASSETS

1.1 – Download fonts. These are the fonts used for all assets I've included in my template: – SF Pro or SF Pro Display (Regular, Medium, Bold): Either version works, they look nearly identical. You can download directly from https://developer.apple.com/fonts/ or easily find it via Google – Bebas Neue: Free on Google Fonts, Adobe Fonts, and dafont – Times New Roman (Bold): Should be a default font in Photoshop

Make sure to download and install any of the fonts you don't already have before opening my template. That way, once you open the template file, all the settings (font size, weight, spacing, color, opacity, etc.) are as intended.

1.2 – Download my template. Before you use my template, all I ask is that you don't claim or redistribute it as your own and that you give me proper credit in the caption of your post. Making these iPhone gifsets takes me a longgg time and turning this layout into a template took several hours too.

DOWNLOAD TEMPLATE VIA KO-FI ← This template is completely free to download (just enter $0), but if you feel inclined to tip me, I appreciate you! 💖

BTW this template also includes some of my frequently used icons!

NOTE: If, for some reason, you open the template and see the pop-up shown below, click "NO" — otherwise, the fonts will be all messed up:

And if you see this triangle with an exclamation point by a text layer, don't double-click it — it'll mess up the font as well:

PHASE 2: THE GIFS

I'm just going to briefly go over gif sizes and my recommendations. Also, keep in mind when grabbing your scenes, you'll want all of these gifs to be the same amount of frames.

2.1 – Background Gif: 540 x 540 px. I recommend this size so you have a good amount of visibility for the gif behind the iPhone wallpaper. I also recommend making this black and white (or in my case, black and white with a slight blue tint — idk I just like the way it looks) so the wallpaper coloring can stand out.

2.2 – Wallpaper Gif: 230 (w) x 500 (h) px. Keep in mind the very narrow dimensions of the wallpaper! And also keep in mind that you'll have a bunch of apps and widgets covering the image. I try to use wide shots (or layer my clips into looking like wide shots). Also, keep in mind your color scheme for your set and your character's aesthetic! I tend to focus on one or two colors for the wallpaper.

I usually position the wallpaper to the side with 20px bumpers, so there's lots of space to see the background:

2.3 – Large Photo Widget Gif: 201 (w) x 96 (h) px.

2.4 – Small Photo Widget Gif: 94 x 94 px.

PHASE 3: THE TEMPLATE – "IPHONE" FOLDER

In this section, I'll try to quickly walk you through how to use this template and some bits that may require extra instructions. I'll be going through each folder from top to bottom.

3.1 – Status Bar. Time, Service, and WiFi are pretty self-explanatory. In the Battery folder, you can use the shape tool to adjust the shape layers labeled "Fill (Adjustable Shape!)" to customize the battery level.

3.2 – Message Notification. Again, these are pretty self-explanatory. I've already masked the circle for the contact photo, so you can simply import any photo and use the transform tool to shrink it down. The circle is 24x24 px. If you don't want to use a photo, there's another folder called Default Initials.

If your message text can't fit the text box, the message should end with ellipses which is how iOS caps off long texts.

3.3 – Blurred Banner (IMPORTANT) This folder is easy to miss because there's only one placeholder layer in there. On iPhones, the area behind a banner notification and the dock get blurred (including the wallpaper and any apps).

What to do: Make a duplicate of the apps in Row 1 and/or widgets that intersect the message banner, convert them all into one smart object, apply a Gaussian Blur filter (Radius: 3.0 pixels) on the smart object, and move the smart object into this masked folder!

(There's another masked folder in the Wallpaper folder for the dock which I'll go over in that section.)

3.4 – Apps Turn off the yellow guide if you don't need it to keep things aligned and turn off layers you don't need by clicking the eye icon. Replace the "App" placeholder text with your app name, change the color or gradient of the square to compliment your color scheme, and add your custom app icon overlay!

If you can't find an app icon you need from the ones I provided, flaticon.com is a great resource. Also, if you can only find the filled version of an icon, check out this tutorial for how to make any text or shape into an outline.

Also, each app folder has 4 notification bubble options (1-4 digits). Again, you can toggle these on and off as you need!

3.5 – Big Widgets I like using these when my wallpaper has A LOT of negative space to fill. I included the Photos and Books widgets in my template, but there are lots of widgets available on iPhones. You can check some of the other ones I've done here, or if you have an iPhone, simply try adding some widgets to your phone!

There are also widgets bigger than these, but they would take up half of the phone screen which is why I don't use them for these edits.

3.6 – Small Widgets The only thing I'll say about these — because they're pretty straight forward — is there are a lot more weather themes than I included in my template. Also, if you set your character's phone to evening, the weather widget will show a dark background (sometimes with stars), so keep that in mind.

Speaking of, I've included Light Modes and Dark Modes for, I think, every applicable widget.

3.7 – Page Dots These barely perceptible dots indicate that your character has more pages of apps than shown in your gifset (so if an anon tries to come at you, you can just say "it's on the next page of apps" /j /lh)

3.8 – Dock Again, the dock has notification bubble options and I've included the default app designs, custom filled designs, and custom outlined designs for iMessage, Phone, Email, and Safari (there's also a FaceTime alternative if that's how your character rolls). These are usually the apps people keep in their Dock, but this is fully customizable too. So, if your character is, like, super obsessed with Candy Crush or something and needs it in thumb's reach — you can put it in the dock.

3.9 – Wallpaper This whole folder is masked already to a 230x500 px rounded rectangle.

Inside, you'll find another "Blurred Portion" folder for the area behind the message banner notification and the dock.

What to do: Duplicate your gif layer and place it in this folder, remove any sharpening filters, and apply a Gaussian Blur filter (Radius: 3.0 px). Be sure to add any coloring/adjustment layers ABOVE this folder and your original sharpened gif layer.

PHASE 4: EXPORT

We made it!

I hope this template makes it super easy for you to recreate this layout! If you decide to try it out, feel free to tag me with #usernik.

If you notice anything wonky about the template, kindly let me know so I can fix it! And if you have any questions about how to use this template, please don't hesitate to send me a message! I just ask that you try to be specific in your question so I'm able to answer you the best I can!

[newtkive]

pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 3 - infamous minecraft night

summary: the usual minecraft night ensues, and newt comes to a realization.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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note: the first meme is minho i swear. anyways first written chapter yaaaay !!

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The only sounds coming from Newt’s apartment were the whirring of his pc and the shuffle of his friend situating himself on the living room couch. Newt was stationed in the corner of the small apartment, typing away at his computer, head down and floppy blond hair over his forehead.

“Dude, chill. You’re going to give yourself carpal tunnel from typing that fast.” Minho said from his spot on the sofa. His hands were behind his head, feet on the coffee table and shooting a judgmental look Newt’s way.

The older looked over his shoulder, running a hand through his hair. “I thought I told you to stop putting your nasty feet on my table.” He retorted.

Minho rolled his eyes, dramatically stomping his feet back on the ground. Another look was shot his way, curtesy of Newt before he turned back around, focusing again on his screen. “We getting on Minecraft or what, man?” Minho sighed, putting his laptop on his lap.

“Uh, yeah, go ahead and get on. I just finished my work and I’m gonna join the call.” Newt mumbled, taking hold of his mouse to click off of the library website he was editing, and switch to the Discord app. It took a second for him to find ‘The Glade’ group, noticing three active members in the voice chat to the left side of the main chat. He suddenly saw the chat moving as an alert popped up, showing that a familiar name was typing.

y/n: yooo newt get on!!

y/n: i see you online. get on call! we need a voice of reason

Newt’s dark eyes flew across the screen, a small smile gracing his lips as he read what you said. Behind him, Newt could hear Minho scoffing. The sound must have sobered the blond up, since his smile fell and he coughed to snap himself out of it.

“Dude, how come she asked you to join? I’m online too!” Minho grumbled like a spoiled kid.

Newt smirked, sending him a look again from over his shoulder. “Because she needs a voice of reason, or so she says. You’d only serve to make things worse in whatever is going on in that call.” The older snickered, and a harsh glare came from his friend. Newt swore he heard Minho mutter a few curses under his breath as he turned back around, but he let it go.

Clearing his throat, Newt clicked on the voice chat and prepared himself. An onslaught of voices immediately filled his ears, a mix of halfhearted arguing and giggles from Alby, Gally, and yourself. As usual, dark eyes instantly found the small square that housed the image of you and Newt couldn’t control the smile that lit up his face.

“Newt!” You beamed right back at him, waving through the screen.

“Y/n!” The blond reciprocated the wave and felt his cheeks heat up as you giggled a bit.

A few groans lit up the call belonging to Alby and Gally. The two had a similar set up going on; sitting in front of their fancy gaming computers while adorning a headset, a bit distracted as they played Minecraft.

“You could say hey to us too, Newt.” Alby sassed, with a broad grin and raised brows.

“Yeah, but you guys probably caused whatever problem is going on." Newt chuckled. This elicited a furious nod from you in the corner, and Alby immediately began wagging his finger in the camera with a series of 'no, no, no's.

"Sure, go see what Y/n did to my house." Gally remarked the bottom left corner of the screen and rolled his eyes.

"I only blew half of it up because you destroyed my shed!" You gasped at Gally. Newt's smile grew at their antics.

"You mean my shed that you've been squatting in!" Gally shouted back at her. There was a hint of an amused smile on his face despite the obvious irritation about the TNT blowing his hard work up. Newt figured it would have been a bigger deal if it was anyone else's property, but Gally was an absolute beast at Minecraft; he could fix any damage within mere minutes.

Before you could retort, the sound of another person joining the call cut you off. A vertical screen stretched to fit the layout, and a blurry image of a familiar brunette was shown.

"Heyyyy, guys!" Thomas sing-songed out, holding his phone up in the air like a stereotypical dad. He was clearly walking along the snow covered streets, wired headphones in as he adjusted his beanie. The crew let out a chorus of 'hey man's and 'hey Tommy's'.

"Where the hell are you?" Newt asked, laughter laced in his voice, head tilted to the side to decipher where his friend was going.

"Uhhh, I'm on my way home," Thomas started, looking around as snow began to fall a bit, almost seeming unsure of his own words, "I think, at least."

"You think?" Newt echoed, amused.

"You're like one of those kids who need a leash on their backpacks." You said, grinning at your best friend as he trudged along the almost barren stone street of New York.

Thomas shrugged, a little laugh bubbling out. "I guess. I kinda got lost, I thought this old lady was following me so I faked her out and went a weird direction. Now I'm in a fancy neighborhood." He explained.

Alby, Newt, yourself, and even Minho from behind Newt let out a loud laugh.

"Dumbass." Gally snickered, grinning for once on the call.

"Tommy, you're nuts." You mumbled, hand moving rapidly along with your mouse as you tried to fix your shed, eyes glancing back and forth between the screens.

"Who was that? Is Min there?" Alby questioned, squinting at Newt's image on the screen.

Newt scooted his rolling chair to the side to reveal Minho's slouched over form on the couch. The man's smile comically fell as he was revealed, almost like he had an upset image to keep up (he did). "Wow, you know my laugh anywhere. You're obsessed with me." It was Minho's turn to sass out, as usual.

Alby rolled his eyes and Tommy grinned at the sight of their friend. "Minho! Hey, buddy!" The latter waved enthusiastically as he trudged the quickly darkening streets. Minho simply flashed a middle finger, making him pout.

"Join the call, Min. You should get on Minecraft too." You piped up, eyes looking away from your phone camera and glued to your laptop.

"No, fuck you guys. I'm mad at you." Minho all but shouted, arms crossed and leaning back on the couch.

Newt scooted more into the frame again, shaking his head. "He's pissed still, as you can tell."

"You're the one who removed him." Alby said, clearly annoyed.

"But you guys are the ones who didn't add me back!" Minho shouted again, glaring at the screen from his spot.

"I added you back!" Alby corrected him.

"Oh, please." Minho didn't know how to reply, so he just scoffed at the man. He was right after all, and Min didn't like being wrong.

Newt shook his head, leaning back in his chair. He shrunk the screen a bit to pull up Minecraft, eager to see what kind of damage was done to everyone's homes.

They had build up a cute little town: dark oak houses, each unique to every person who built them, all leading up to a giant cherry blossom mansion that Gally resided in. The shed beside the mansion housed any stray horses found—each horse assigned to a different person—and your own little blue bed. You refused to live in your own home after everyone made fun of the dirt house you and Tommy built together. Unlike you, Tommy stood his ground and stayed inside of it. You chose to spite everyone who made fun of you and move into the public stables, inconveniencing them.

Newt crossed his arms and patiently waited for his game to load as he tuned back into the conversation. You had convinced Minho to play with all of you if you gave him your hard earned diamond—emphasis on the singularity of the use of diamond. You often had a hard time mining without dying, so you took pride in your jewel.

"Oh, c'mon. That just means you'll steal more of my shit." Newt said, pretending to sound exasperated.

At the sound of his British accent rolling through your speakers like honey, your eyes immediately darted back to the screen to see Newt's smirk. A blush emerged on your cheeks and you bashfully smiled. "No, I won't! I swear." You said, a bit embarrassed.

Newt didn't mind you borrowing his things, and he had an inkling that you knew that. "Sure, I bet that'll last for an hour." He chuckled.

Internally, Newt was giddy at your interaction like a school girl. Now he was internally embarrassed. At the perfect time, his game screen loaded and he began playing the game to distract himself.

"Guys, promise me you'll tell me if there's someone behind me." Thomas piped up while trekking through the streets. Everyone monotonously agreed, not fully paying attention.

"Guys, c'mon!" Thomas whined incessantly, sounding like a little kid. You giggled and assured him you'd keep an eye out, and he seemed to calm down at those words.

With that, the group gaming really started up. It was weird without Thomas being online and his little character not moving around, but his constant talking filled the void.

On the other side of the screen you were reeling at the sight of Newt. He was focused on the game, lip between his teeth, brows taut, and messy, thick, blond hair splayed over his forehead like a golden crown. Brown eyes constantly flickering around the screen but somehow finding their home on you in the end—or at least you hoped.

Newt was thinking similar things about you. Eyes catching your form every time you moved your hair to the other shoulder, or ran your hand through it. He tried not to be obvious and strayed away from glancing over at every movement, but it was hard. If he caught your gaze, he would waggle his brows a bit, and you would dissolve into that cute little smile that lit up his stomach in butterflies. Thankfully, no one noticed your interactions—or at least that's what both of you told yourselves.

By the time Thomas got to his own apartment, and those affected rebuilt their in-game homes, things were slowing down and tiredness overcame most of you. Even Minho's shit talk from behind Newt had almost came to a halt. The first one out was Gally, claiming he had work tomorrow. Next was you.

“G’night, you guys. I have a 9 am Zoom class tomorrow, I gotta be up early.” You grumbled. A hand came up to lazily rub at your eyes as you carried your phone to your room, and Newt resisted the urge to say something along the lines of 'goodnight sweetheart' (which he didn't know why that popped up in his brain).

The group of guys chorused a goodnight to you, all waving. Newt stared at your image, your sweet smile that would stick in his mind long after you hung up. The sound of you leaving echoed in his brain as he stared at the spot where you once were. That is, until Alby's video replaced where yours once was and he scowled.

"What's with the stink face?" Thomas gawked at his friend from where he laid on his bed, phone sat up next to him on the pillow. His friends sudden smile turning into a stoic expression startled him.

"His girlfriend left, that's what." Minho said, walking up behind Newt. Min placed his hands on Newt's shoulders, and the blond shot him a dirty look, shaking his hands off.

"Shut up. The fuck does that mean?" Newt grumbled. Everyone seemed to notice how bothered Newt sounded, which only made smirks grow wider. Everyone but Tommy, who was just about half asleep by now.

"Ahhh," Minho started and tapped Newt's bicep, "just as we all thought." Minho left it at that and stood up straighter, hands on his hips. Newt looked up at him entirely confused.

"Do you guys talk outside of the groupchat?" Alby asked.

"We talkin' about Y/n?" Thomas slurred out.

"Yes, dumbass." Minho leaned down so Thomas could see his annoyed face, but his eyes were closed.

"Uhhhh, not too much, no." Newt shrugged. "Why does it matter?"

Minho gave him an 'are you actually stupid?' type of look, arms crossing as he gazed down at his best friend. "'Why does it matta?'" He mocked his accent, "It matters cause it'll show her you like her!" Arms flew up in the air, as if the answer was obvious.

All Newt could manage to do was look to the side, tongue to his cheek as he ignored the blossoming blush thanks to the topic.

"Min is right, dude! You should talk to her more." Alby's words seemed more encouraging than Minho's. Maybe it was due to the fact that all Minho ever expressed was sarcasm and disdain, but Newt just didn't find him as earnest as Alby at the moment.

"They're right," Thomas piped up, lazy smile on his face. "She's super easy to talk to."

"What?" They all bellowed out in unison.

"You talk to her?" Newt was flabbergasted at this new revelation.

"Uh, duh. She's my best friend. So what?" Thomas scrunched up his brows, eyes cracking open.

Newt just scoffed and shook his head. He wasn't jealous, just.. at a loss for words. "Alright, on that note, goodnight." Newt punctuated his goodbye with a press to the 'end call' button.

The black screen faced both boys, and Newt quickly stood, beelining for his kitchen to make some tea.

"Dude, you call me dramatic." Minho grumbled. Newt just gave him the umpteenth pointed look of the night from his spot next to the sink. As soon as the blond turned around to put the kettle on, filling it up for two, Minho let his knowing smile show.

"You stayin' the night?" The older one called from the kitchen. He decided to ignore whatever that humiliating topic was prior.

Minho plopped down on the couch, head in the pillow, and fishing for the television remote. "You know it." He said. It wasn't odd for Minho to spend the night, as the couch was honestly dedicated to man at this point. Newt liked the company anyways.

The best friends fell into a rhythm of one finding a Netflix show and the other preparing two mugs of tea (Minho usually detested it, claiming it was too British for him, but he surprisingly learned to like it. He would never admit it, but he actually found himself making some tea when he was at home).

Newt had the previous short conversation replaying in his mind over and over as he zoned out while waiting for the water to boil. Did he really like Y/n like that? Yeah, she was gorgeous, and he always found himself looking for her approval and reactions, but he didn't want to be that guy who liked the only girl in the friend group. Although, he knew the situation wasn't really like that.

As Newt brought over the steaming hot mugs and sat on the opposite couch from his friend, waiting for whatever action movie was pulled up to play, he decided talking to Y/n more wasn't such a bad idea.

[ash5monster01]

Learning to Love Part 8

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral, p in v, language, angst, fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, mdni!!

Summary: It's not uncommon for you to be shamed for your size, it is however uncommon to be told that no one would ever date you because of it. Rafe on the other hand is used to being called a jerk, that is until he is accused of seeing people for only what's on the surface. It's purely coicidental you two meet right after these accusations are thrown your way. So even though you two don't know each other, and probably never would've looked the others way before this, now you're both going to prove a point. It's simple really, prove others wrong and don't fall in love. Easier said than done.

word count: 4.6k

Part 7 ←→ Part 9

Masterlist

Rafe has no clue why he agreed to date other people and end this agreement with you, especially when you open your front door to reveal you in the sexiest black dress he’s ever seen. His mouth waters at the deep neckline of the dress, revealing cleavage to him he hadn’t seen in a while. The fabric hangs off your shoulders and goes all the way down to just below your knees. The black wedges you wear pair perfectly and your hair is styled half up and half down, with a black bow holding it together. Definitely Mila’s touch. It takes a moment for words to reach his brain and quickly is saved by the flash of a camera in the doorway that has both of you breaking eye contact and looking to the girl.

“What? I’m capturing memories!” Mila defends which has you giggling and Rafe shaking his head.

“I opened the door, you could have at least made us pose” you tell her and she shakes her head as she clicks a few buttons on the camera.

“Posing doesn’t capture the look he was just giving you. If I hadn’t made my presence known he would’ve ravished you right here!” Mila tells you and the back of your neck burns in embarrassment as you turn to Rafe who is also flushed red due to Mila’s words.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not right here” Rafe says as he enters the home, trying to divert the conversation. Yet the topic doesn’t go dismissed because Mila has now handed you the camera and in it is Rafe looking at you like he loved you for real. You wished it was.

“It’s great Mila” you tell her with a smile that you hope is hiding the heartbroken look in your eyes because pretty soon he won’t be around to look at you like that anymore.

“Gonna need that to go next to the one on my desk” Rafe says and your heart flutters for a moment.

“I’ll make sure to get you both a copy” Mila says with a grin as she tucks the camera back into her arms. You smile at her before turning to Rafe who looks so handsome in the black suit he wears.

“You ready to go?” you ask, trying not to let the sadness creep in. Rafe smiles as his hand laces with your own and his free one brushes some hair behind your ear.

“As I’ll ever be” he tells you and you smile as you both start for the door.

“Have fun, don’t stay up too late, and if we decide to have spontaneous sleepovers what do we do?” Mila calls out after you both and you grin.

“We text Mila!” you and Rafe both yell back simultaneously and you hear her satisfied ‘hmph’ as you both exit the small home. Rafe laughs as he leads you to his truck, helping you inside, and doing everything in his power to keep his eyes off of your ass.

“She’s something else” you say as he joins you in the car and Rafe laughs as he puts the truck in gear and reaches over for your hand.

“At least she cares” he tells you with a smile and you nod as you both set off down the road and in the direction of another fancy work party that could more than likely be your last.

When you arrive you can’t help but notice all the pretty women that strut into the event floor, wearing the prettiest dresses, and wearing their makeup done to perfection. Not only are they girls you can now compare yourself too but they are girls Rafe could meet tonight and quite possibly fall in love with. The idea of that was heartbreaking to you. You needed a drink.

“Hey, I’ve got to talk some shop quick do you want to wait for me, maybe find a place to sit?” Rafe quietly asked, his hand squeezing your own and sending butterflies through your stomach.

“Sure, I’m gonna make a pit stop at the bar” you tell him and he grins before swiftly kissing your cheek and rushing off to handle some business. You hate the way your heart clenches as his hand leaves your own but you choose to ignore it anyway and find yourself at the bar.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asks, hands already busy working on another customers drink. A professional and you admired it. It took you years to perfect the working on autopilot.

“Whatever’s strongest, surprise me” you tell him and he nods as if he gets this response every day.

“Rough day?” a voice fills your ears beside you and you turn to see a shaggy haired brunette. His eyes are as green as emeralds and the freckles that scatter his nose tell you it isn’t often he finds himself in a suit. He’s handsome, gorgeous even, and someone you would’ve yearned to be with before Rafe.

“Try rough summer” you tell him and you’re surprised by the laugh that fills your ears. You’re even more surprised when he sits upon the barstool beside you.

“You remember when summer was carefree and just about fun? I miss that” he says, swirling his glass as the ice clinks inside. You smile as he takes a long sip.

“Do you remember just being carefree in general. Nothing mattered but having fun. I miss that” you tell him with a point as the bartender slides his concoction in front of you. You smile kindly as you grab the glass and take a long sip. The bartender waits for your approval which you grant after the strong liquid glides down your throat.

“That was impressive” the boy beside you says and you draw your eyebrows together in confusion as you look at him.

“How so?” you ask and he chuckles lightly.

“That’s Benny’s speciality drink. Strongest thing in here. I’ve seen guys bigger than me choke on that drink” he tells you and you can’t help the proud grin that crosses your face as he says this.

“Well I wish I could tell you it was just pure talent but I own a bar. Comes with the territory” you tell him and now he’s the one raising his eyebrows at you.

“Owns a bar? Then what the hell are you doing at a company party like this?” he asks you and you laugh, surprised how comfortable you’ve become with this boy in a matter of seconds.

“I’m with my-“ your eyes glance the the other side of the event center to see Rafe laughing with a pretty red head, her fingers curling around his wrist. “Rafe Cameron, I came as his date”

“The CEO, so you only run with the big dogs?” he asks as his eyes follow where yours are. He sees Rafe with the same girl and tries not to chuckle to himself knowing he was wasting his time with a girl like that when someone as pretty as you was over here.

“Something like that, we’ve been friends for a while. I figured I’d help him out” there isn’t any dishonesty to your words. Yes you aren’t telling him he was your boyfriend but for once you didn’t want to lie to every person in your life. For all you know Rafe had already chosen this red head over you. So you were allowed to have a light hearted conversation with an attractive man at the bar. Allowed to just feel normal for once.

“That’s nice of you, and at least the drinks are free” he tells you and you smile wide at him.

“Now I’ll drink to that” you say, lifting your drink which he easily clinks his own against before taking a drink.

“I’m Tanner, I’m in marketing and would rather be on a beach than here” he tells you, large hand reaching across the bar. You gladly put your own in it and give him a firm shake.

“I’m Y/N, I’m a bartender that’s looking forward to being the drunk one for once” you tell him which earns you another laugh, his hand leaving yours and instantly making you cold.

“The more we talk the more I have no idea why Cameron is over there instead of here with you” he says and you can’t stop the way your heart doubles in speed at his statement.

“Why’s that?” you ask, trying to hide the shake in your voice as one of the most gorgeous guys you’ve ever seen sits beside you and does his best attempt at flirting. You didn’t have to look to know washboard abs were hiding under that suit of his, you could already tell the way his biceps flexed beneath his suit jacket.

“Well, so far you’re the prettiest and funniest girl in this whole room and I have a feeling he knows that too” you weren’t entirely sure the last time an attractive man had actually called you pretty, butterflies erupted in your stomach but all at the same time your heart clenched because there was an underlying meaning to his words. Rafe already knew who you were and he still wasn’t willing to choose you.

“Then I guess it’s your lucky day” you say and he smiles wide at you, in awe of the confidence that you were mostly faking because if Rafe got to flirt with pretty girls you were allowed to flirt with the first good looking guy to show interest in you in a while.

“Not to be too forward but I’d really like to ask for your number now” he says and you giggle lightly before holding your hand out. He doesn’t hesitate to set his phone in it and you spot the golden retriever in his background. This guy is your dream guy so why the hell could you not stop thinking about Rafe as you type your number into his phone.

“If I don’t text back right away don’t take it to heart. I normally sleep till ten and work till 4am” you tell him, knowing your schedule was insane for most normal people.

“Noted” he tells you with a nod and before you can ask more about him an arm is wrapping around your shoulders and free hand waving down the bartender in front of you.

“Causing some trouble already?” Rafe’s familiar voice fills your senses and you chuckle nervously as the bartender hands Rafe his usual without even asking.

“You say that like it’s surprising” you say which causes Tanner to laugh beside you. “I’m also making friends, Rafe this is Tanner”

“Hey Tanner, nice to meet you” Rafe says, arm leaving your shoulders to shake the boys hand. If Rafe was being honest he wanted to crush it but he knew to be nice and not upset you.

“I was just getting to know your date here, been a long time since I’ve actually held decent conversation with a woman around here” Tanner says fondly and you hope Rafe doesn’t pick up on his underlying meaning to this comment.

“Exactly why I bring her around” Rafe says squeezing you to his side and you smile softly at Tanner, a bit embarrassed at the situation you were currently in.

“You’re lucky” Tanner says, eyes glancing to you because he wished he could stay with you the rest of night. “I better find some of my coworkers, you two have a good night”

“Yeah, it was so nice meeting you Tanner” you try to make your voice feign how much talking to him had meant to you. He smiles fondly at you, wearing a disappointed look to be leaving you behind.

“Have a good night” Rafe tells him and he smiles with a nod before turning away. “Look at you making friends”

“Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t even trying” you tell him and he just smiles, reaching to tuck some hair behind your ears.

“I would, considering that’s how you ended up with me” this has you snorting a laugh which only makes him chuckle until he catches your eyes searching in the direction of where Tanner went. He realizes quickly you liked this boy. You were doing exactly what the both of you agreed to, finding someone else.

“Want to find a table?” you ask turning back just to see Rafe’s jaw clenched. It’s the first time you had ever really seen him angry, at least towards you.

“Was he flirting with you?” Rafe asks, trying to keep his voice calm. He had no right to be jealous, he knew that. Doesn’t mean it was going to stop how he felt though.

“Uh, yeah I guess” you mutter, confused and nervous about this reaction.

“You guess?” his voice is sharp and now you’re more confused then before.

“Well yeah, I gave him my number. It’s no big deal” but he’s removing his arm from around you and a searing pain flows through your chest.

“Fuck, look I know we agreed to this whole seeing other people thing but at my work? Are you trying to make me look like a fool?” his eyes are ablaze and his words are seething out past his lips, you’ve never seen him so worked up before and you instantly feel guilty. Tears burning at the back of your eyes.

“Well I’m sorry Rafe but it’s normally a one in a billion chance a guy like that is interested in a girl like me so forgive me for jumping at the opportunity!” you seethe right back and Rafe’s eyes instantly soften as he sees the tears rimming your own.

“It is not one in a billion” he whispers and you scoff, turning to brush away the tears in your eyes.

“Don’t fucking lie to me Rafe, I’d hope the guy dating me to prove a point would be at least decent enough to do that” you say chugging the rest of your drink, more desperate and in need of a buzz now.

“I’ve always thought you were attractive Y/N” he hisses in defense and you roll your eyes, waving your hand for another drink which the bartender quickly provides.

“Then the next time you want to prove to your friends you can date an ugly fat girl, pick a different one” you say grabbing the fresh drink and starting towards an open table without him. This night had its entirety of ups and downs and you were ready for it to be over. Rafe groaned and tugged at his hair before flagging for a fresh drink himself.

Once the drink was in his hands he was rushing over to where you sat, arms crossed and straw dancing across your lips. No way you weren’t at least buzzed right now but he deserved this cold behavior for being a jealous asshole. He knew that but he had always struggled with controlling his anger. You were no exception considering he never planned on breaking the very rule you set. Falling in love with you. So he knew it was best to just sit next to you calmly and quietly while he waited for you to like him again. You didn’t speak until your drink was empty again.

“Can you get me a new one?” you ask setting the empty glass in front of him and he nodded, standing to go back to the bar that he figured he’d be visiting a lot tonight.

Rafe was correct oh how much he’d be visiting the bar because he could barely see straight and the only thing he could hear was your soft giggles. He knew you were still mad but you were definitely just as drunk as him and you always giggled when you were drunk. He knew you’d rather die then stay the night with him but there was no other way he could get you home safely which is why he checks you both into a room at the hotel and shoots Mila a text letting her know.

“I’m calling an uber” you pout as he guides you towards the elevator, you stumbling slightly.

“Yeah that’s not happening, you get alone in a car with some creep” he tells you, pressing a button to close the elevator doors.

“I’m alone in an elevator with some creep right now” you tell him, arms crossing over your chest and he gulps at the way your breasts push together and spill out of your dress a little more.

“At least I’m a creep you trust” he says taking a step towards you, hands gripping softly at the doughy flesh of your hips. You let out a small squeak as you realize even as drunk as you are that Rafe is checking you out.

“You were mean to me tonight” you pout and he finally lifts his eyes from your chest and pulls you flush against him, hands snaking around your waist. Either you’re crazy or he’s half hard and pressing against your stomach.

“Fuck baby, I know. I just got so jealous” the small gasp that leaves your throat doesn’t go unnoticed and finally you see the darkness of lust in his eyes as he roams your body again. “Just want you all to myself”

“Yeah?” you whisper, barely able to be heard and your heart stops as his hands slide down and squeeze your ass through your dress.

“Yeah doll, you’re all mine” and you don’t even have a moment to comprehend a thought let alone remember you’re mad at him as his mouth meets your own. You react quickly, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling his mouth impossibly closer towards your own. His tongue grazes your own and you can’t help the moan you let out that he muffles with his own mouth. If he wasn’t hard before he definitely was now.

The elevator doors ding open and Rafe pulls away, hand locking on your own as he drags you down the hallway and to your room. You’re giggling again as he shuts you both inside, none of the lights on, but a glow from the city below you shining through the windows. Your giggles stop when Rafe presses against your body again, hands grabbing the zipper of your dress and slowly pulling it down. You know you should be freaking out right now, knowing Rafe let alone anyone had never seen you truly naked. Yet with the alcohol, the look in his eyes, and how badly you want this, you make no movement to stop him. The dress falls and pools around your ankles, leaving you in the bra and thong Mila had picked out for you. You’re nervous for only a split second until Rafe is groaning out loud.

“Baby, please tell me you wore this for me and not that asshole from the bar” you’re not responsible for the way his words make heat pool at your core. You actually don’t think you’ve ever been this aroused due to fear of rejection but you’re drunk mind and the praise from Rafe has taken that fear away. You never thought there’d be a day.

“For you, with encouragement from Mila” and this answer has his lips back on yours in an instant. You whimper as his hand reaches and gropes your breast over your bra. It’s not long until you’re whining in his mouth and reaching for the clasp. Rafe realizes and moves your hand away, reaching for it himself and removing it with ease.

“Can’t tell you how long I’ve been wanting to get my hands on these” Rafe says and you whine as he lets the bra fall to the floor between you both. You watch as he takes in the sight of your bare chest before his hands reach out and give them a squeeze. It’s as if one touch turned him into a mad man and he’s got a mouth around your nipple in a second, his hand pinching the other.

“Rafe, of my God” your fingers curl into his hair as he sucks on each breast, relishing in the soft feeling of them. You’re dripping everywhere and Rafe’s eagerness only excites you more.

Rafe moves to sit on the edge of the bed, keeping your breast in his mouth as he pulls you along. You gasp as his fingers curl into the sides of your thong and starts to lower it. You shimmy along, speeding up the process until they also meet the floor. Once they’re off Rafe pulls back to take a quick look at you. “Wow”

“Rafe?” you’re not sure what you’re even asking for, you just know he needs to do something.

“You’re so perfect, gonna show you that you’re mine and only mine” he says standing, groaning at the way your breast rub across the front of his shirt as he drops his suit jacket from his shoulders.

Once it’s off he’s turning you around and easing you onto the bed. You sit pretty and quiet for him as his hands work slowly at the buttons of his shirt and he drinks your naked form in. You never once thought you’d be comfortable naked in front of someone, especially a fully clothed man. Yet here you were, waiting impatiently for him to remove his clothes so you could gawk at him like he was you. He’s taking to long for your liking though which causes you to reach out and grab the button of his slacks.

“Damnit, Y/N” he hisses as you smile at him innocently, acting as if you accidentally brushing against the bulge in his pants wasn’t on purpose.

You finally get them unbuttoned and the zipper pulled down, your fingers curl into the hem, tugging them desperately. Rafe is trying to calm down, not wanting to cum in his pants before he at least gets to taste you. Once his shirt is fully removed he helps you remove his pants and boxers all at once. You’re shocked at his fully hard member standing proudly and you realize it’s just for you. You exactly as you are, big stomach, wide thighs, stretch marks, and all. He was still just as aroused for you. Which explains why you have your hand wrapped around him without a thought which is something you’ve never done before.

“Okay, okay, you’re tryna kill me” Rafe chuckles as he eases you away and lays you down on the mattress.

“I have no idea what you mean” you tell him and he just shakes his head at you before dropping down to his knees. He slowly eases your legs open and he can tell you’re shy. Yet when he sees how wet you are he has no problem forcing you as wide open for him as possible. Your body shudders as his fingers slowly glides through your folds, collecting slick on his finger. You watch as he reaches it to his mouth and sucks his finger clean. If you weren’t wet before you definitely were now.

“Damn baby, you taste so good” and you don’t realize it until his mouth is on you, sucking your clit into his mouth and teasing your entrance with a finger. Your thighs instantly clench around his head which makes him moan against you. The sensation is enough to have you gripping the sheets, clenching as his tongue laps through your pussy and eats you for all you were worth. You were sure you were crushing his head but Rafe didn’t care, he would gladly be suffocated by you.

He knows you’re close by the way your legs start to tremble so he slowly pushes a finger inside, shocked by how easily you sucked his fingers in. Which is why he doesn’t hesitate to add a second or third, curling them inside. In seconds you’re clamping down on them, twitching from the orgasm he gave you. He slowly pumps his fingers into you, easing you through your finish before removing his mouth and grinning up at you. He’s so hard it hurts but he doesn’t have time to care because this is all he has wanted the entire time of knowing you. Your full trust.

“Rafe, please. I need you inside of me” you tell him when you spot his grinning face and he smiles, removing his fingers which has you hissing. He slowly climbs up your form and helps you readjust on the bed. He reaches for the condom in his wallet, struggling to get his hands to work because yours are on him again, thumb brushing across the precum on his tip.

“You’re so perfect, just the way you are” your heart soars over his words and you quickly pull him down and into a kiss as he pulls on the condom. You continue to kiss him, tongue searching his mouth desperately as he lines up at your entrance. You whimper against his lips as his tip runs through your folds and bumps against your sensitive clit.

“You ready?” he asks pulling away from your mouth and you eagerly nod as he starts to push himself in, head tipping back at how tight you are. It takes only a few moments until he’s flush against you and reaching spots you or anyone else never has before.

“Please do something Rafe” you whine and he takes this as permission to pull out just slightly before pushing back into you. The encouraging moan you let out causes him to find a fast pace. Pretty soon he’s pumping in and out of you, watching as you writhe beneath him and cry out. He’s not going to last long so he reaches for your clit and begins to rub it as fast as he can. His hips begin to stutter when you clench around him, so he moves his hand fast and soon enough you’re squeezing him for all he’s worth and trembling into the mattress. He watches as your eyes roll back into your head and it only takes a few more pumps before he’s finishing and collapsing down on top of you. Neither of you make any effort to move, his dick still nestled tightly inside of you.

“Holy shit” he mutters into your neck, relishing in the feeling of your bare chest pressed against his own and how you breathe unevenly against him from how worn out you were. He had pulled two orgasm from you. He was eager to see if he could get anymore.

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking” you say and he chuckles as he sits up, slowly pulling out of you that has you both hissing through your teeth. You wonder how you’re still wet but based on the attractive man in front of you with pecs you want to take a bite out of and the biggest dick you’ve seen in person, you have an idea why.

“Just wanted to remind you who exactly you belong too” he says, drunkness seeping back in. He hopes to remember this tomorrow and block Tanner from your phone.

“I think I like jealous Rafe” you voice slurs, hands running down his chest and abs.

“Good because he’s sticking around, until the only name you know how to say is mine” he says as his hand runs down your side and squeezes at your bare ass. You giggle as he leans and kisses you again, his dick still semi hard and pressed against you. The noise he makes when you wrap your hand around him is one you plan to memorize.

“My turn”

a/n: you’re welcome, I know it’s been a while but I’ve also given you the longest chapter yet and it also included our characters finally reliving some of that sexual tension so Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, I missed you all ❤️

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[shiukongisaprettyboy]

19 - Phone Sex

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He gives me butterflies omg- Sorry if the ‘doll’ is repetitive, it just fits him, yk?(I also dislike the use of the Y/N so…)

WARNINGS: Phone sex, pet names(doll, baby), slight hair pulling, lowkey voice kink. Also a bit of a whimpery Shiu bc GOOD LORD IS THAT HOT.

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You laid on your back, scrolling through whatever media had become your current distraction. Shiu was away for work, probably sitting in a hotel somewhere or eating dinner with a client. Probably bored. You sighed, letting your phone drop beside you. You were tired, and bored. And really tired. Just tired in general to be honest.

Your phone gave a light ping from beside you. You were so, so close to sleep. ‘damn whoever has the nerve to text me so late-’ You stopped, a small, sleepy smile growing in your face.

Shiu Baby 💕: Hey Doll, busy?

You: Nope, what’s up?

Shiu Baby💕: Just feeling a little..

You: A little.. what?

Shiu Baby💕 Has Sent A Photo.

Your eyes widened slightly. You clicked the photo and smiled widely. Shiu was hard, and leaking. He was in the hotel room, laying on the bed. Shiu was gripping his cock in one hand, thumb playing with the tip. You chuckled. While you had a not so high sex drive, Shiu often did when he was away. So. you’d worked out a routine to help him out a bit when he was away.

You: Hotel room that bad?

Shiu Baby💕: Without you? Absolutely.

You pulled up the locked album, carefully selecting a picture to leave him with.

You Sent An Image

Shiu Baby💕: What would I do without you 💕💕

You smiled, tapping out a quick message.

You: Wanna call?? I need to hear that voice pretty boy

You smirked as Shiu’s contact name popped onto the screen 5 seconds later, “Someone’s eager..” You teased as you picked up. “Always for you, doll.” Shiu’s voice was heavy, and a little out of breath.

“Wish you were here doll, so bad. I miss you so bad..” Shiu murmured. You could hear the faint sounds his hand was making. “Miss you too, Shiu. Miss you and miss your cock baby, so bad.” You said back, hand slipping down to fiddle with yourself as you imagined his hands and his face- god he made the best ones. Sometimes with his mouth open, groaning your name with such longing and love. Others times his jaw clenched, huffing out praise and a perfect mix of dirty, yet loving words. Your finger rubbed your clit mindlessly.

“You feel good doll? For me? Getting off to my voice?” Shiu knew how to talk dirty to you, knew how you liked it. “Yes baby, always. I love your voice so much. Sounds so good, especially when you're talking in my ear.” Shiu groaned at that, and you could see him, head thrown back, fucking hard into his hand, the other pulling his hair, ever so slightly.

You moaned as you let your finger circle your clit faster, feeling your edge coming. “Gonna cum, gonna cum..” Shiu groaned out, his low, beautiful voice sending you. You moaned as you came, voice breaking at the sheer pitch of it. Shiu wasn’t done, and so you whipped out your phone as fast as your pleasure fogged mind would

allow you, and snapped a few pictures of your cunt. “Check your phone baby, left you a little treat” You said, hitting send.

You Sent An Image

You got the reaction you wanted. A whimper. So soft, and mixed in with his hot pants and groans that the untrained ear would not have heard it. But you did. Oh, yes, you did. You guessed that had helped throw him over the edge, and you heard a particular loud groan as confirmation. “Damn..” Shiu murmured. You smiled, and rolled onto your back. You’d clean up once he hung up. That was always how you two did it.

“So how was your day?” Shiu began, and you smiled. “Boring without you. Just did the dishes and vacuumed a bit. Work was just phone call after phone call.” You were a receptionist. Something easy so you wouldn’t get too bored, and as some extra saving in case something happens to Shiu, god forbid. You didn’t know what you’d do without him.

The two of you talked for a bit, speaking about the mundane and normal day you had, and then the fast paced and dramatic day he had. He told you he wanted to take to this restaurant, maybe make a weekend get away out of it. You both talked and talked until you felt your eyes begin to close.

“I’ll be home soon, client was chatty, I could barely get a word in. Closing the deal tomorrow.” Shiu said, and you rolled over, opening your phone to check the time. “About time you went to bed then. You need a level head on your shoulders, baby.” Shiu chuckled. “Right. Thanks doll. Talk to you tomorrow. Love you, sleep well.” You felt your heart flip as you said, “I love you too,” And hung up. Even after all these years, he never failed to make you feel loved and special. You hoped you made him feel the same.

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Kinda forgot about today's writing tbh, been busy with work lately!! SOOO i had to write this in one sitting.. still pretty good for the 3rd time i’ve ever written smut!

NEXT UP IS DAY 29 - Threesome 🚬💵

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[perfectlovevn]

Perfect Love Devlog #28

For some reason, I feel like I didn't actually do this much this week, but I did have to set up all of the layered images, so I should probably give myself a bit of slack. I'm realizing that most of these dev logs will pretty much be the same of just drawing sprite stuff, showing part of the extra story, maybe show something else on the third week. Is that kind of boring? I have no idea. Maybe I could spice it up by doing some music and sfx for some parts, I'm not sure yet, haha.

Anyways, I realized I was going to do some smaller differences with each of the extra stories, with Emil having little emotes like sparkles (and one other thing) and Iya and Desmond having more split up sentences so I can add more changes in sprites (as if I don't do that enough lol). Like with Emil's story, I had to transpose some of the pieces of other sprites onto Iya's sprite because I was too lazy tm to redraw them and transport them into the game. I also did some very basic sprite editing with Iya's sprite, changing the line width of her sprite as well as added the line I forgot to add into Desmond's sprite as well. I'm realizing Desmond's old sprites are still being limited so I might have to draw some more expressions for him as well. I also need to give Iya her own nametag design as well.

As you can see above, the text is kind of... glitching? A bit when clicking through, which is weird because previous devlogs I recorded doesn't do that and I have no idea what's causing that. I think I might try replacing the font around now because it has been causing problems in the past and glitching out, and I've been kind of putting it off.

I drew some small things for Emil's route but I haven't put it in yet, so I'll do that after posting this devlog. I think I might need to change one of the sprites/wordings for it to work.

[homenecromancer]

Here's a random assortment of Maximum Ride stuff, mostly images.

Maximum Read poster. This image is very small, sorry. This was part of an American Library Association campaign, probably around 2008 - 2010ish -- these posters were put up in libraries to encourage young people to read. (Description: large text reading Maximum Read at the top. The image shows Max and Angel lying in a field of green grass, with a picnic basket and several books scattered around them. Angel, who is a blonde little girl with white wings, wearing a pink dress and brown jacket, has fallen asleep. Max, a blonde teenager wearing a white long-sleeve shirt and blue jeans, is holding an open book against her chest and looking directly at the viewer.)

There were also bookmarks! (They have a cropped version of the poster image -- the Maximum Read text and Max looking at the viewer / Angel's sleeping face.) This site is the official store of the Ontario Library Association. The listing is live, but I think the OLA mainly deals with libraries and the people who work in them -- if you want to reach out and order 100 bookmarks for 9 dollars CAD, be my guest. But I don't need 100 bookmarks...

The kids who could fly advertising decal. This was a large decal showing an aerial view of a city. Produced just before Max came out by a New Zealand ad company. I've only seen the version of the Max cover that they use here on copies from the UK, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was used other places as well.

BookExpo 2006:

I was too lazy to rip these images off of Flickr, so you'll have to click through. But on May 21, 2006, this Flickr user attended BookExpo 2006, where James Patterson was signing copies of The Angel Experiment. (He didn't have his own table -- he signed at the table belonging to the First Book organization. This is a non-profit that provides books to children; they still exist, and you can read more about them on their website.)

Banners -- and a closer shot. Text (all in all-caps on the actual banner):

The hottest name in kid's fiction. James Patterson. [at left] #1 for 12 weeks New York Times. 500,000 kids demanded it! Max is back! [There is a small image of the School's Out - Forever cover in the center. The background is an image of a pair of white wings.]

Other photos show the JP banner in context -- it was very visible to people as they entered the convention. Here you can see it above a line of people waiting to enter. This photo, I think, shows the reverse side of the banner -- if I am right, the same image was printed on both sides, and it would've been visible as one exited the exhibit hall (as well as when one entered).

There was a long line for the signing. These images are probably not in order, but I tried to sort them. First image. Second image. Third image. All these photos depict a long line of many people, which passes by many booths in a convention hall.

And here is the signing table itself. This image shows the First Book booth, James Patterson seated behind the table with stacks of paperback copies of The Angel Experiment, and a fan talking to him.

Finally, this photo was taken from behind the signing table. Patterson is in the middle of signing a book for a fan, who is using her digital camera to take a picture of him.

Not relevant to anyone but me, really, but my copy of The Angel Experiment is the same vintage as those that Patterson signed that day. Strange to see those books looking brand-new; mine has badly yellowed pages and has been very well-loved over the years.

[pencil-peach]

G Witch Onscreen Text: Episode 2

This is part 3 in an ongoing series where I try and document and discuss all of the text that appears on screens and monitors throughout the show! Just because I can!

<<Click here to go back to Episode 1!

(Once I have a masterpost set up I will link it here!) Let us Begin! Below the Cut!

TEXT: (Lefthand side) Registered Name: AERIAL PMET CODE: 5011-0083 MANUFACTUR(ER): SHIN-SEI DEVELOPMENT CORPORATION STATUS: IN SERVICE REGISTERED PILOT: SULETTA MERCURY

At the beginning of the episode, Rouji has Haro run a program that compares Aerial's permet code and registered statistics against other registered Mobile Suits to try and find a match, and measures the probability of the two being the same type of MS. There is no direct match to any other MS by Permet Code, but the system states there's an 85% probability that it's a match for a Mobile Suit with permet code 0025-0082.

We never see the specific name of this MS, but considering that Shaddiq names "Ochs Earth" as the company that made it and proceeds to call Aerial, "...the Witch's Mobile Suit," I think it's reasonable to assume that 0025-0082 was the Permet Code for Lfrith-03.

TEXT: ALERT ACCESS CONTROL [???] [----OF ENTRY A---]

Unfortunately due to the small text of the Alert message, the fact that it scrolls, and it's brief time onscreen, its hard to make out specifically what it says. My best assumption from what we have is that it's a warning currently barring anyone from entry into the 13th Tactical Testing Sector.

TEXT: (Suletta's Asticassia ID) PILOTING DEPARTMENT ID No: LP-041 SULETTA MERCURY BIRTHPLACE: MERCURY HOUSE: NO DATA PC-CRIMINAL RECORD: NO DATA PC-BIOMETRIC SYSTEM: REGISTERED

(Below) WE ARE RESPONSIBLE UNDER COMPANY REGULATIONS FOR THE PROCESSING OF PERSONAL DATA

UNDER THESE REGULATIONS, WE ARE ALSO RESPONSIBLE FOR DATA HANDLING SUCH AS TRANSMISSION TO RECIPIENTS AND THIRD PARTIES.

PLEASE REFER TO THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENTS FOR DETAILS.

As Suletta is being questioned, we get a brief glimpse at the investigation report the interrogator was looking at before the screen cuts to black when it hits the table. Nothing super interesting here, but Suletta doesn't have a registered criminal record! Yippeeee!

TEXT: CAM: 05 MONITORING CAMERA FACILITY MANAGEMENT COMPANY

Not much to say here, this camera lets us know where Suletta is currently being held. (The Facility Management Company)

TEXT: (Lefthand Side) AERIAL XVX - 016 SIZE: 18.0m 48.9t

No point discussing the info on the right, we've already seen it, but this gives us a look at Aerial's height and weight.

TEXT: (Top Right) COM DELLING REMBRAN BENERIT GROUP

I only included this to point out that wow the display system devs made some poor choices with the UI here. Dark Blue text on Dark Backgrounds? You'd think the text would automatically lighten but I guess we'll have to wait for Ver 6.0 for that update.

TEXT (Top half) MOBILE CRAFT FUTURE TECHNOLOGY

ADVANCED MOBILE CRAFT TECHNOLOGY WITH PERMET MEASUREMENT EXPERTISE NEW POWER SYSTEM FOR MOBILE CRAFT AND HYBRID CONSTRUCTION MACHINE INSTALLATION HIGH ACCURACY DRIVE SYSTEM AND CONTROL SYSTEM IN MICROGRAVITY LOW ENERGY CONSUMPTION AND EASE OF MAINTENNANCE

No need to discuss the bottom half, its just the height and weight of the MC which we already know. I think it's funny how many classes this school seems to have on the new and improved Mobile Craft from Future Technology. I should probably buy one too. I love you Mobile Craft.

TEXT: (Left Image) The Shin Sei Development Corporation was established in A.S. 89. Our business began with the development of integrated operating systems for mobile suits and medical devices. We have been involved in MS development and have supported welfare engineering throughout our company history.

(Right Image) Ranking: D Sales Ranking (within group companies): 151th (out of) Total 157 companies [Mobile Suit Development] Number of clients: Over 300 companies Yearly patents: Over 200

We get a lot of information about Shin Sei in this scene where Martin looks at the Company History tab on their official website. The most interesting thing being that they were founded in A.S. 89. The Vanadis Incident occured in A.S. 101, and the show proper takes place in A.S. 122, so at some point between 101 and 122, Prospera worked her way up through Shin Sei, eventually becoming its CEO.

Given that Suletta had to have been born around A.S. 105, and that in Cradle Planet, we learn that Prospera had been working within Shin Sei when Suletta was around 6, that places A.S. 111 as the earliest she was involved.

We also learn in Cradle Planet, that when Suletta is around 11, Prospera has recently been promoted within the company, and now has many people working under her. That would be around A.S. 116. When Suletta is 16, that's when Prospera tells her that she's going to school, which would be around A.S. 121, and I think it's safe to assume that she had already become president by then.

SO!! TL;DR!! It's most likely that Prospera became the president of Shin Sei at SOME point between A.S 116 and A.S 121. I'd put it somewhere in the middle, around A.S 119. (Can't wait to find out that they probably just outright state this somewhere and I did all this for nothing....)

ADDENDUM

GOD DAMNIT. I WATCHED ALL OF CRADLE PLANET TO MATH THAT SHIT OUT. WHATEVER. I CAME TO THE SAME CONCLUSION SO I WIN.

The text is too small to make out, but we DO get a small glimpse at the letter Delling sent to Miorine about unenrolling her from the school. It probably just literally says what the body guard reads out.

I think it says something that Delling doesn't even like, text his daughter. He sends an email through the official Benerit Group email account to her bodyguard who reads it for her. What a cowardly man.

TEXT: (Left) FLUSH (Right) EMERGENCY CALL UNLOCK LOCK

YES the toilet text is important to document stop fucking looking at me like that.

TEXT: NEXT STAGE TOUCH SCREEN TO CONTINUE

I'll leave the explanation of the symbolism of this scene as an exercise for the reader. [Sultry Wink]

TEXT (Above) THIS ELECTRONIC SIGNATURE IS PROOF THAT IT WAS SIGNED BY A REPRESENTATIVE OF THE BENERIT GROUP.

No way to tell what Delling is signing here, but we do get a brief look at his handwriting. It turns out his cursive is really bad, actually!

At the Shin Sei inquiry, Shaddiq shares this graph titled "PMET RETENTION THRESHOLD VALUE", stating that during the duel, Aerial's Permet Influx Values exceeded the standards set by Cathedra.

This graph can be tough to parse, so let me explain it as best I can. The blue line represents Aerial's Permet Retention during the duel. The solid dark line represents the permet retention limit imposed by cathedra on mobile suits. (At around 500) As we can see, while Aerial began the duel underneath that limit, it exceeded it for a moment (presumably when Suletta took over for Miorine and the GUND bits were activated.)

The red line above that is labelled DATA STORM INCIDENT, which is representative of the minimum Permet Retention a Gundam expresses when it is interfacing with a Data Storm. The text on the bottom reads, THIS DATA IS VERY SIMILAR TO GUND FORMAT INCIDENT DATA.

But the key thing to take note of here is that Aerial's chart just BARELY doesn't exceed the DATA STORM INCIDENT graph, meaning that, despite it exceeding Cathedra's standards, it CANNOT be directly proven that Aerial was interfacing with a Data Storm. This is actually what Prospera brings up as her main counterpoint to the accusation.

So the graph is entirely consistent with Prospera's main argument. While she can't prove that Aerial isn't a gundam, nobody else can prove that it is.

Huaaaahh!! Alright!! This one was very DENSE. If you made it all the way through, thank you very much!! As a reward, have some little gay people

[I sprinkle these stills on the ground like bird seed.]

There was definitely a lot of really interesting info in this episode, and while not a lot of it was particularly new, I think it's really a testament to the dedication of keeping things wholly consistent in this world, even for the smallest of things that no normal person watching would even bother noticing.

Also, on the Shin Sei Website, did you notice that they accidentally put 151th instead of 151st?

You can't win em all!

Click here to go to Episode 3! >>

Click here to go to the Masterpost!

[playawner]

Oh yeah, since I got a few more mutuals and followers in the past two weeks, I decided to do a proper introduction

My name is Zash. He/She ONLY. I am a neurodivergent latino artist who sometimes draws and sometimes reblogs, but both things are cringe and free 💝

Small tag guidance:

Zash's stuff = All the things I post. Can be art... or just me yapping lmao

Zash's reblogs = When I reblog stuff in general.

Zash's ask box = When I reply to anyone who goes in my ask box. Currently, they're open, so you are always free to ask questions ANYTIME! (Unless if you're a hate anon, I will probably ignore you anyway lol)

Not my art! = When I reblog other people's art! Can be crafts, paintings (digital AND traditional), writing, etc.

See later = Posts where I think I need to see it sometimes. Can be something funny or something important.

Small notes here, too:

All my images ID's are in the alt text of my posts, but if you want, you can add them in your reblogs! Any constructive criticism about writing alt text is fine, as I'm still new to it ^_^

I have separate tags for each au I have, if you want, you can look out for them (example, if you want to see my gd infection au, you can see the tag "Darkness Rot AU"), I will soon do a master-post about each au I have or may do in the future.

I do also have a carrd! It can be found here, is optional to check it but feel free to if you want, as it contains more information about what I like or what am I.

Oh and don't forget your daily clicks, btw, before you leave this post! Is important, and if you have money, consider donating embedded sims, it may be a little but it means a lot for the people's lives, family and home ❤️

[timaeusterrored]

(A Sweet Disaster)

((Tw: mentions of the Suicide ending))

Vex and Vax haven’t been brother and sister since they were 16, but that didn’t make Vax’s death any less painful at 28. When she heard the news, she had been glad Victoria was staying with her friend that night because she was inconsolable. And the same friend’s mother offered to watch her so Vex could attend his funeral.

Vik had approached her first, the man was clearly heartbroken and had been crying earlier. He was more of a father to Vax than he ever was Vex, but that was mostly her fault. And he was still here when she needed him.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Vex… I tried so hard to save him-“ Vex hugged Vik close, feeling his arms come around her eventually. No matter what, he’d be the only father she ever knew.

When she pulled back, felt more tears coming on and cleared her throat. She couldn’t breathe. She had heard losing a twin was like losing an arm, but she hadn’t thought that was a serious thing. But she believed losing her arm would feel better.

She stepped outside to calm herself, wiping her eyes and fixing her dress in an attempt to look like she wasn’t falling apart with guilt. She was so caught up in her thoughts and emotions that she had failed to realize who was standing against the wall, smoking a cigarette with a bottle in his hand.

“Holy shit-“ Vex startled when she turned, hand over her heart. “You stare at women- Kerry Eurodyne?” The fuck was he doing here? Looking worse than she did?

His hair was messed up, like he had ran his fingers through it too many times, dark circles under his eyes, and his face completely blank. Like seeing Vex had completely unphased him.

He just offered her a cigarette instead, which she gladly took. She could use a cigarette.

“Didn’t know he had a sister until today.” Vex didn’t know he knew Kerry at all. What the fuck had he been up too?

“Didn’t know he knew you.” Kerry huffed a laugh when she said it, putting the bottle down. “Seriously, though we haven’t talked in a while so I’m not shocked you don’t know me.” She’d be surprised anyone knew of her from Vax.

“Not like we got a lot of time to get into the nitty gritty anyway. He was my… he was my input.”

Vex choked on her smoke, making Kerry let out a small laugh and watched her cough.

“MY brother was your input? How- Why- What?” Vex sputtered out finally, Kerry taking a long swig from the bottle as if thinking about it hurt, maybe it did.

“Broke into my house actually. Esated from there… apparently I was his last phone call.” Vex could hear the anger and guilt rising in his voice, how angry he was at Vax but at the same time, she could tell he missed him.

The two sat in silence, Vex with her cigarette and Kerry with the bottle. Vik came to get them when it was time for speeches, in which neither had said a word, Vex didn’t know Vax well enough now and Kerry… well Kerry was getting drunk and probably wanted to keep his image around here clean.

The night came to a close around midnight, and the only ones left were Vex, Vik, Misty, and Mama Welles. Vik and Guadeloupe said if Vex needed anything, they were both just a phone call away. Misty hugged her like they had known each other forever, and she realized this was the family her and Victoria could have had if she hadn’t run.

Vex was texting on her way out, making sure Victoria was okay before she went home. God she didn’t want to be along tonight… but Victoria couldn’t see her like this.

She put her phone away with a huff and rubbed her eyes, not caring about makeup in that moment, and found Kerry sitting on the curb still, head in his hands. He wasn’t moving, no shake of his shoulders, no nothing. For a moment she thought he was dead, but he looked over when he heard her heels clicking.

“Your brother was a real piece of work…” in Kerry’s hand was a handwritten not… Vax’s note. Tears stained the rocker’s cheeks, and he looked like he was ready for another round. “A serious asshole sometimes…” he looked down at the note, then looked away from Vex.

“…can I have your number?” Vex blurted before she could take it back. Kerry looked back at her in confusion.

“I just… I don’t want you to be alone. And I know these people about as well as you do. Figured we could help each other out.”

“…you’re not like, some psycho fan are you?” Kerry’s words slurred together a bit, but Vex got the gist.

“No… you’d be in my trunk by now if I was.”

Now that got a laugh out of Kerry, it was quiet but she heard it.

“Fair enough.” His eyes glowed, and he sent her his deets. “Call me if you need anything okay? Heard you got a little girl at home too, you don’t need to be doing all that alone right now.” Kerry stood, then stumbled a bit, Vex reached forward to steady him.

“Yeah… you too, Kerry.”

They bid each other good night as a Del came by for Kerry, and Vex walked to her car alone.

[doyouknowthisdccharacter]

News!

Poll Options

Given the feedback (thank you to those who voted and commented), we're going to do a very slight change to the format of our polls.

From here on out, options for characters that don't specify a version will have "I know them from comics" and "I know them from other media".

Some caveats with this.

There were a good chunk of people who voted to keep detailed breakdowns. I personally prefer that too, but I think it's worth giving the other a shot to see how it is. As a small compensation I put some wording in the new posts prompting people to say where they first saw the character in the tags. Maybe that'll be fun, and hopefully it encourages more reblogs. I know that's not quite the same, but hey at least it's something.

There will be some characters that only appear in comics, but "other media" is still present as an option. This is because the submitter didn't specify a version, and because I really can't require people to know all media well enough to say if the character has or hasn't shown up outside of comics. So if you spot one where the option doesn't apply, just ignore it. Should be pretty simple.

Submission Form

Along with the simplified poll options, I've also simplified the google form. I think it's a lot more user friendly now. Give it a look if you're interested.

And while we're talking about the form, I want to give a reminder to NOT include other text that isn't asked for in a field. I know you might feel like you want to say something about the image or the character's name, but please only put what's asked for. Extra text means the poll takes longer for me to put together because I can't just click and paste.

So instead, I've added a new field that is totally optional where you can say something extra. This is just a note for me, the mod, in order to create the post smoothly and without issue. The vast majority of submissions will not need to fill out this field.

Posting Times

So far we've been posting two polls a day, but now that we're over half way through the current list and entries are slowing down, we're shifting to once a day at noon Eastern. Just wanted to call that out, so if you feel like you aren't seeing our posts very often, that's why.

That said, it really lowers the chance that people will see these cross their dash. It means reblogs are even more important. Don't feel pressured to share every single one, but if there's a character you see that's interesting, consider passing the post along!

--

Thanks again for bearing with me. This is probably way more thought going into this than any "do you know" account really warrants. But I want to make sure it's going well and is a nice blog to follow. I want everyone to have a fun time.

[celestial-alignment]

Hi! I hope it’s okay to hop into your ask box to talk about tagging. I feel like we’ve been on tumble for a similar amount of time, and I just wanted your thoughts or opinions on what I feel like is incorrect tagging. The 2 main sides I’ve seen have been on people that are tagging their content but they are tagging it as “s*x” or “p*wp*w” or something with a cutesy name that makes it more g rated. But they do not tag it as sex or gun violence as well. Which in turn mean that people are not able to filter this content or make an informed choice on weather they want to engage with that content. And then the second is where people are tagging with specific tags, such as character a x character b with the goal of getting as many people to read or engage with their content, but it has nothing to do with this character. I’ve been comparing it to false advertising. And I understand that tagging on Tumblr has never been great (it’s not AO3), but I really feel like with the fall of other sites Reddit and Twitter being the main that come to mind and this resurgence of Tumblr that the issue has become more pronounced. I feel like the 1st is a safety concern and the second is just rude/inconvenience especially when creators are called out multiple time by different blogs and refuse to except that the way they are tagging is not the way that tagging works on Tumblr or otherwise. I guess I was just wonder if others were seeing the issues or if I was just becoming the grouchy old man screaming at the neighbor kids to get off the lawn. And if it’s not just me, if you or your followers have come up with a way to filter these out. I’ve just resorted to blocking accounts that refuse to tag in a safe or appropriate manner.

Hiya!

It’s always okay to hop in my ask box!

I’ve definitely seen other discussions about the problems of tagging, or lack thereof.

If I’m totally honest, I need to preface my response with saying that I’m perhaps one of the lucky ones in that it is very rare for words or content to trigger me in some debilitating way (I might be too numb to the world, which is concerning in its own right but a topic for another day), but I have loved ones who have had genuine traumas and have been subjected to unexpected triggers. Having not experienced the extreme of it first hand (for me I usually feel strong annoyance at the worst), I have seen how damaging it can be to other people and that makes me very aware of it online, especially Tumblr.

That being said, I wholly agree with you that censoring words in the tags defeats the whole purpose of tagging. You can censor all you like in the post itself or text images, whatever, but the tag blockers simply won’t work if the word in its proper spelling isn’t there. So when people are using asterisks in place of vowels (like s*x) with the intention of being careful and protecting someone? It’s doing the exact opposite.

I agree with the second thing too, about characters and their ships being tacked on to a buttload of other tags for the sake of exposure, even though it isn’t relevant. It’s definitely false advertising! It’s basically click bait. I’m sure there are cases where it was not intentional, perhaps the characters and their ship have a small role in a longer fic, so the author or op thought it was important to include them, but if they aren’t the focus, and if they aren’t important enough to the rest of the story if it’s a fic, I think it’s probably best to leave it out of the tags. Worst case scenario for not tagging it is the people who like it will be pleasantly surprised. The people who don’t like it can keep scrolling or for fics will just have to tolerate it for the small part that it’s included in the story.

Tagging on Tumblr is very much a unique animal. I never see it translate well onto other platforms, so a lot of newbies on this site probably go the Tik Tok or Instagram route where the more tags the better, even if they’re just barely relevant. I once put my own comments in hashtags on Instagram, and someone called me out on it not understanding why I was writing long tags that don’t even exist in the algorithm. LMAO oops

Block tags when you can, block accounts when you have to. I’ve done it here and there, because in a place like Tumblr, the more comfortable you can make it for yourself the better. It’s not always worth the fight or the argument in this wild west site.

Also, I know I am not always the best at tagging things. Usually I get lazy when it comes to tagging specific fandoms, but I do try because I know some of the things I like may not be everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s okay!

I am also always open to anyone who needs to kick me in the ass to tag better or something. Scrolling Tumblr half awake most of the time does not make for a conscientious reblogger…

Thank you for the ask! I don’t always voice my opinions on things here, but I don’t want you to be the only old man screaming at those kids on your lawn. I’m right there next to you shaking a fist at them. You’re not alone in this, Anon, I agree all the way around and I know there are others who agree as well.

I’d love to hear everyone else’s thoughts on this too!

[hydrus]

Version 572

windows

zip

exe

macOS

app

linux

tar.zst

I had a good simple week mostly doing just one thing: overhauling the 'share' menu.

Note: If you are updating from v570 or earlier and you use the Windows or Linux .zip or .tar.zst 'Extract' releases, you have to do a clean install one time to get v571 or later! (https://github.com/hydrusnetwork/hydrus/releases/tag/v571, https://hydrusnetwork.github.io/hydrus/getting_started_installing.html#clean_installs). If you are a Windows installer/macOS App/source user, you do not need to do a clean install to get over the v570->v571 bump; just update as normal.

full changelog

share menu

Like the 'open' menu a couple of weeks ago, the 'share' submenu you see off of the thumbnail or media viewer right-click menu has been given a full pass. The layout is clearer, and exactly the same in all locations, and everything it does is now mappable in the shortcuts system.

Also, you can now copy files' thumbnails as bitmaps from this menu. Should let you do saucenao style lookups on unusual filetypes that have a thumb but no normal image.

The shortcuts here are a bit smarter, too--like with the 'open similar files in a new page', I collapsed the four 'copy xxx hashes' commands down to one command with a dropdown (which has options for blurhash/pixel_hash, if you need them); and the three 'copy xxx bitmap' commands are now one with a dropdown that also has the new 'copy thumbnail bitmap' option. Most of the shortcuts also have a choice between 'do the focused file' vs 'do all selected files', if that is important (existing shortcuts will default to the latter, which was previous behaviour for stuff like 'copy sha256 hashes').

Note: I have removed the 'share on the local booru' command. The Local Booru (an optional way to share files with friends using hydrus) was a fun experiment, but I have decided to finally retire it. I never found enough time to dev it properly (I don't think I've touched it in at least five years), and there are many better ways to share files online, be that a third-party host you simply drag and drop to or a clever Client API solution. So, it is gone from the menu today, and I'll slowly dismantle it over the next few weeks until it is completely removed.

couple other things

There's a new checkbox under ''options->files and trash'' that adjusts the 'remove processed files after an archive/delete filter' to also remove the stuff you skipped.

Also, thanks to a user, there's a new 'e621' themed stylesheet under ''options->style''. Users who run from source who want to try this probably have an extra step to make sure this works--check the changelog/options panel help text.

next week

I've been thinking of adding a new tab to the autocomplete dropdown that will show children of the current context (e.g. you are looking at something with 'evangelion', in that tab you'll see 'asuka', 'rei', etc.. for quick selection). I think I will play with that idea and do some more misc small jobs.

[l-sincline]

Girlish Whimsy - Chapter 10

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AO3 tags: Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, Ootori Kyouya/Original Female Character(s), Ootori Kyouya, Suoh Tamaki, Original Characters, Original Female Characters, Morinozuka Takashi, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Fujioka Haruhi, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, Slow Burn, Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Romance, smart people that arent smart about romance, Oblivious, Battle of Wits, Ouran High is one giant social chess game

Asuka has her eyes on the prize as soon as she steps foot on Ouran High School grounds. Her goal? Impress her father enough to convince him to let her remain as heir to the company instead of handing the title down to her younger brother. She knows going to school at Ouran will be one big chess game, especially coming in late at her second year- but she’s up for any challenge.

Asuka finds herself intrigued by the Host club and the inner workings of it. More than that, she sees untapped opportunities to grow her resume. Now all she needs is a partner on the inside who’s equally as motivated, and he was easier to find than she thought.

“I just have some business with the club outside of their hours, okay? I promise you’ll find out what it is soon enough.” 

Mayu’s puppy dog eyes practically pleaded with Asuka to please tell her right this second, but Asuka was firm. She loved Mayu, but the girl was not a part of this equation. 

“Just let me stay with you and we can go home together…”

“Private business.” Asuka emphasized.

Mayu pouted.

“The sooner you’re out of here the quicker you find out what's going on.” Asuka pointed out. Mayu finally broke and sighed.

“Okay. I’ll text you later.”

Asuka frowned at the dejected sound of her friend's voice and wrung her hands in her lap. She hadn’t wanted to upset her. But before she could formulate any sort of thought that might’ve cheered the girl up, Mayu had already walked away. Asuka sighed and rubbed her temple. 

“Hello, Princess!” Her sadness shifted to mild annoyance at the sound of Tamaki’s voice.

“Asuka.”

“Princess Asuka!” “No- just… Sit down. Please.” Asuka pushed her words through her teeth.

Tamaki sat with a flourish, bright eyed and bushy tailed as he crossed one leg over the other and sat back in his chair. 

“Tamaki, please. While we’re sitting here and I’m interviewing just…” Asuka reached for the words, “treat me like a friend instead of a customer. Okay? No need for Princess or anything. Just Asuka or Kaneko is fine. I mean… preferably Asuka since we’re in the same class…” She trailed off for a moment before snapping back to reality, “Anyways. I’ll tolerate the nickname in public since it's part of your… image. But there's no need for it here.” 

“Okay!” Tamaki responded with a smile. 

Asuka was a bit dumbfounded that it had ended up being that easy. 

“Oh. Alright then…” 

“You thought I was going to put up more of a fight?” He inquired.

“Well,” She laughed, “maybe a little bit.” Tamaki laughed briefly with her.

“No. Kyouya warned me beforehand to stop with the ‘Princess’ stuff, but I was curious to see your reaction.” 

Again, Asuka was rather dumbfounded. Was this the same Tamaki she’d been taking notes on for the past week? She supposed she shouldn’t have judged him too harshly– he was president of the club after all. The corners of her mouth twitched in a small smile before opening up her notebook and clicking her pen.

“Alright then. Now that that's out of the way– I’m sure you’re curious why I’m interviewing you today…” 

-

Though she suspected some of the Hosts had lingered around a little longer than usual just out of curiosity, eventually it just ended up being her and Tamaki in Music Room 3. At one point Kyouya had come over and said his goodbyes, only to pointedly mention that everyone else should be leaving soon too. Only then did the rest of the Hosts slowly start to shuffle out. Aside from Fujioka, who had left quite promptly. She was probably the most excited to talk to him at this point.

Once she had gotten through her list of general questions for Tamaki, (Things like: What would you say best captures the idea of the ‘Princely’ type, what gemstone would you say best represents you, do you feel you’re more introverted or extroverted? She’d known the answer to that last one already, but asked it anyway.) She then moved on to drawing up some quick sketches to see what might work. They settled quickly on a gold ring with Amethyst stones. Tamaki had suggested a crown at one point which Asuka had gently turned down. Such a thing wouldn’t sell.

But, by the end of their session, she had a pretty good idea of what a ring representing Tamaki would look like. She was satisfied with the interview overall, and she found that Tamaki could be fairly pleasant when he wasn’t absolutely hamming it up for the sake of entertaining others. As soon as they had gotten into the rhythm of things he had dialed back considerably. Now, as he walked her down to the front of the school and her car, they chatted idly. 

“You went to Ouran Public High School? What a coincidence, we were just talking about that school earlier.” He hmm’d as they turned one of many elaborate corners.

“Really? Why's that?”

“Kyouya didn’t tell you? It was strange, really. Some poor father came in here searching desperately for his estranged daughter, only to find out he was at the wrong school! He’d meant to go to Ouran Public High the whole time…” Occasionally that dramatic flare seeped back into Tamaki’s speech, this was one of those moments.

“Oh. That's interesting.” She nodded, “I guess the names are pretty similar. It's no wonder he got them mixed up.” 

“Is that not what you and Kyouya talked about earlier? At the club?”

“What?” Asuka cocked her head, “No. We were talking about this jewelry thing. He was just helping prepare some information for the interview.” 

“Of course, he’s a tougher egg to crack than that…” Tamaki mumbled as they headed down the stairs.

“What do you mean?” 

“Ah– I had honestly thought he’d made another friend for a moment with how often I saw you two together. But I guess it was all for business.”

“Well, that's not too bad– is it? I mean, Ouran is meant for building a reputation amongst similar peers when you really think about it. It’s good for us to talk business.” 

Tamaki hummed in thought, dress shoes clacking as they reached the tile floor at the bottom of the stairs and kept moving.

“It’s not bad, but having friends is important too. School is time for learning, but it's also the most time you’ll ever get in your life to relax and be young.” He glanced over to Asuka, “I’m glad Kyouya has the Host Club to be his friends but… it’d be nice if he could be friends with people outside of it too.” 

Asuka didn’t respond. She definitely understood what he was saying, in a way. Even Kyouya’s interactions with the Host Club seemed mostly business oriented, it was a wonder he didn’t burn out. But, she pushed the worried thoughts from her mind– they were just collaborators, it was none of her business. 

The pair reached the large doors at the front of the school, Asuka spotted her driver waiting for her.

“Well, thanks for accompanying me down. Can I give you a ride home? I’d feel bad to just leave you here.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Tamaki smiled, “It was nice talking to you. I can’t wait to see how the jewelry line comes out. Let me know if you need anything.”

And with that she headed down the steps and to her car. They both smiled and waved before she ducked in and shut the door. As the driver started their trip home she glanced back out the window at the school. Tamaki still stood out front, watching as if he was waiting until he couldn’t see her car anymore. Asuka dug in her bag for a moment and flipped open her notebook, scribbling out Tamaki’s name and any of the notes she had written next to it. She stared down at the rest of her notes for a moment before making the decision to just tear out the page entirely and stuff it in her bag.

After talking to Tamaki she felt decidedly bad that she’d judged them all in a way that had led her to write notes about them in her book. She had been surprised by Tamaki’s genuine kindness and the care he clearly had for his friends and the club. She had taken his behavior at face value, and she regretted it. 

Asuka resituated herself and leaned her forehead on the car window. She couldn’t help but get the looming feeling that she’d involved herself in something that would end up running much deeper than just impressing her father. 

[sageofmagic-squeaks]

Like others are recommending, look at Homestuck and Prequel for references on what works with moving gifs.

You'll want to keep in mind pacing, legibility and accessibility.

Ideally, everyone will see every gif right as it starts and not mid or end before a loop. If they scroll down and see the end of a gif and have to wait, it could ruin the impact you're trying to make for that scene.

Also if it loads slowly on someone's device, that again can ruin mood and pacing as the viewer will need to wait.

I can also see dialogue causing problems. With both Prequel and Homestuck, words usually tend to be below the gif. This avoids the issue of dialogue moving too fast or slow for the viewer. You don't know who is reading the comic. It could be someone with English as a second language, someone with a disablity (dyslexia could be hell if the box pops in and out), or maybe even a speed reader who is absolutely inhaling your content. If you want a specific experience for text (like the cool text box you have) I'd say make it a separate gif or even offer a transcript below. I know TwoKinds is a traditional webcomic but they offer transcript on every page and I always thought that was nice for someone who might need the extra assistance.

Last, I'd say make every gif count and think about long read versus short read. Thinking about Ava's Demon in particular with this since they took a story board approach with an animation goal as well. Storyboarding and animation WILL read different from gifs or still comic panels.

With Ava's Demon, I had to stop reading and let updates build up because otherwise the pacing drove me insane. There would be weeks or months of hiatus, and then the return would be something like 3-6 images dedicated to a mundane action. Now, with storyboarding that's more acceptable because the plan is to animate and control pacing. But in a comic-image only-waiting for updates situation it was frustrating. Taking so many valuable pages for something thay barely advances plot felt like the comic dragging its heels and didn't give anything new to speculate or get excited over.

So as much as you'd like to animate, keep in mind the overall experience. More images or gifs dedicated to something will make the action FEEL slow. While fast cut/not including some actions will make it fast.

Sorry of that's a lil obvious advice but the slow snail pace of Ava's Demon giving nothing new to speculate on between updates made me drop it so hard. I can already get a little bit of sluggishness here and there with your demo. Like reaching for the necklace feels a lil strange. The interruption from meditation would probably do wonderfully if you added a small camera 'shake' like the viewers are also getting a jump.

Overall though, best of luck to you and your project! You've got a lot of potential to work with and visually it's pretty sweet in this demo stage! If this was an already started project I'd be clicking for those next updates :>

Immortal Flower - Proof of Concept

(Blazing this because I worked really hard on it and I want people to see it and also hoping people have insight on how to improve it)

Would you read a webcomic that was entirely GIFs?

If you have already, could you tell me about it so I could draw some inspiration?

Here's a short scene from said potential webcomic:

(long post ahead)

(The low resolution is really irking me but is necessary for posting to web...unless anyone can offer any advice to improve that)

Whaddya think?

This project is far from complete, we're talking a few years maybe. I have a lot of writing and drawing to do. But I hope it's peaked your interest even a little.

When I finish an "episode" of the comic I plan to compile all the gifs into a higher resolution video complete with Foley and bg music. I'll do that for this too as another proof of concept, but I'll get to it later.

This all stems from me really wanting to make an animated show, having the whole idea together, and now me testing if I can make it myself as a webcomic.

Hope you enjoyed this and I hope you look forward to future updates!

[chosos-mascara]

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Camboy - Giyu Tomioka

read part two here

cw: masturbation, exhibitionist Giyu, you're watching his content

When repairing Giyu's laptop, you stumble upon content he'd created for a particular website.

minors+ageless dni. 2.6k words

Attending university in Japan was difficult. Expectations were high from your family back home for you to excel, and being in a foreign country had meant you'd been at a disadvantage when it had come to accommodation. But, with a little luck, you'd found a listing on an exchange student site; a male in his early twenties needed help with rent and you'd needed a room - a simple anecdote that the pair of you'd managed to solve for the other.

Giyu had been the ideal flatmate. He was always quiet, reserved, and considerate to you. The pair of you didn't engage in conversation too often, only lighthearted small talk when you'd bumped into the other in the hall, or kitchen. Both of you being shy, yourself being new to the culture, it was a mutual routine. You'd been caught up in studies and the small part time job you'd had, getting back at different times throughout the day and missing the other. 

The male hadn't often ventured to knock on the door of your bedroom, or converse with you while you were in the confides of your own space, but the odd occasion had occurred where he'd found himself knocking at the white painted door, grasping around the handle and opening it to find you at your desk, re-watching a lecture from earlier in the day. The faint scent of the candle you'd been burning was now strong in his nose, your eyes tearing from the screen to see what he'd summoned himself for. 

The issue at hand had been his laptop. He couldn't figure out why, but the console had stopped charging, rendering it useless for his upcoming assignment. You'd laughed, telling him your speciality was software, but didn't decline his request to look at it anyway. He'd left it in the safety of your care, going back to reside in his own part of the home as you looked over the device. Understanding that it was likely there had just been a little dust in the compartment, you found a toothpick to pierce into the hole, low-and-behold some grey matts of debris sliding from the metal. You plugged the charger back in, opening the screen back up and pressing the power button. Thankfully, you were met with a booting screen, and once onto the desktop, the small signal in the left of the taskbar that had signalled to you that the laptop was now on charge, and working.

You placed a hand to rest behind the screen, moments from closing it, before you'd noticed chrome had been open. He'd probably been browsing when the laptop had died, so the window would still be open on whatever he'd left it on. It would probably be something boring; a google search or perhaps uni document, but curiosity teased you, and you gave in. The mouse hovered over the browser as you let go of your morality, clicking to see what the male had been indulging in before you'd inevitably hand it back over. 

Breath hitched in your throat, eyes widening as the screen changed, the well-known black background and orange text in the corner. He'd been on an adult website, an explicit range of imagery on the screen before you. You scrolled the profile he'd taken residence on - you were being a little intrusive, but you couldn't help but stick your nose where it shouldn't be, shocked when realising the profile had belonged to a male. Sexuality had crossed your mind previously, though you hadn't bothered to take much of a guess at what his preferences had been. 

You couldn't deny the male on the page had been attractive, thumbnails of the videos he'd uploaded exposing his pale skin and vascular arms, a thick cock gripped between long fingers in one image, toned torso covered in his own seed in another, all holding raunchy titles. They'd had a good amount of views, too.

It wasn't until you'd scrolled past the first five videos that you'd recognised the backdrop. A thumbnail being the increasingly familiar set of abs, black trousers set a little lower than hip level, the body stood before a screen of a shower. The same pane of glass and tiles you'd had in your home.

Frantically scrolling back up, you searched for the username of the profile, and that had been the confirmation you'd needed. Of course, he'd picked something that was obvious to those that would've known him. GTom. 

Giyu hadn't just been scrolling through videos to reach his climax, he'd been creating them. The realisation that you'd just seen not only your roommate's chest, but dick, and seed covering himself, hit, stomach dropping as you wondered how you'd be able to face him once more. There was a twinge of guilt among the emotions you'd been over-encumbered by, but you pushed it back as you closed the window, the laptop with it.

The worst part of the situation had been the fact that before you'd learned the account-holder's identity, your pussy had throbbed, hips shifting uncomfortably as you'd grown aroused over the sights on the screen, enjoying what you'd seen a little too much. 

Ignoring your racing mind, you stood, attempting to suppress the way your heart had been racing in your chest, or use the wetness your body was creating to indulge in the activities you'd just seen your roommate practice. Your feet worked to bring you to Giyu's doorway, the door itself already wide open with the expectation you'd be back to return the device to him once taking your time to aid him in the predicament. 

He was seated on his bed, open textbooks surrounding him with pen in hand, innocently scribbling notes onto the lined page before him, unaware to the fact he had just been exposed before you - through the joys of adult video. 

You cleared your throat, mouth opening to speak as your eyes fell to meet his hand, gripping at the stationary, instead remembering the same digits wrapped tightly around his cock. Unable to look him in the eye, your gaze remained still, watching his hand loosen it's grip on the instrument as your presence had been revealed. The veins across his wrist stood out to you, now, the way they'd come to meet those in the outside of his hand, how they'd flex as he pumped his erection. 

"It's fixed." Pushing the words out, you let a breath leave your lips, walking toward him to place it on the bed he'd been studying upon.  "Thanks, that's great." He offered a smile, one which you'd been unable to see as your eyes refused to meet his. "Are you-" He began speaking as your body language had closed up, taking a step backward. "Are you okay?" His question would be endearing in any other scenario; simply caring for your emotional well-being, but when the answer would revolve around the fact you'd just seen a multitude of imagery belonging to his own masturbation videos, you couldn't reply truthfully. 

"Yeah, uh-" You snapped your gaze up, forcing yourself to look at his face, falling onto his mouth opposed to matching his blue-eyed, confused stare. "I'm just tired." You didn't allow him to push into your poor excuse, turning on the heel to leave his bedroom.

You sighed as your back hit your own door, closing it behind you and returning to the safety of your room. Closing your eyes in relief, you'd been far from seeking out any self-reassurance, as the only thing on your mind had been Giyu. Through the darkness of your covered eyes, the imagery your brain had mustered was that of the thumbnail that had ruined your perceptions of your roommate. 

The way those black pyjama bottoms had sat just above his cock, allowing the flatness of his stomach to be exposed, a sharp v-line and trail of black hairs leading to under the fabric. There was no denying his body had been enticing, the tightness between your legs reminded you of the consequence of human urge. Surely, there was no harm in acting upon that, right?

Without much thought, you'd grabbed the vibrator you'd stored in your nightstand, along with your phone and earbuds, plugging only one in to listen out for any potential movement in the apartment, to save yourself from being caught in the act you'd been about to partake in, especially considering the only thing you'd wanted to watch would be the content from the male only one rooms from yours. 

Clicking the video, you watched as your own bathroom had appeared on screen. His chest down had been in frame, hands grasping between his legs as he'd shown off his length through the fabric of the loose fitted bottoms - the same ones you'd seen him wear around the house while he'd ventured from his room to grab a snack, or if meeting him in the hall when returning home from work. He palmed himself through them hips rocking against his own touch. Sliding the hand upward, he traced his fingers to his stomach, feeling along the outline of the muscle he'd had no fear of hiding, before returning back to the prominent bulge in his trousers. 

You turned the toy on, slipping your underwear down and laying back on the wall behind you, parting your thighs. Placing the silicone between your spread legs, the vibrations coarsed across your folds, eyes glued to the trousers Giyu squeezed the hard length, finally reaching to the waistband to free his cock from the cotton confinement it had been hidden behind. 

You cursed under your breath as your eyes laid over him, this time in video-form opposed to the thumbnails you'd seen on his computer. His fingers from his right hand trailed from his head to his base, dick twitching at the small movements he'd allowed himself to make, while his left had rested at his stomach, groping over himself as a loud hiss escaped his mouth. There had been a small bead of precum sitting at the tip of his slit, and you'd realised that his sensitivity to his own touch had most likely been due to at least a few hours of edging. Biting your lip, you pictured your roommate desperately trying not to cum in preparation for this very video. He'd clearly enjoyed the thought of cumming for the camera; willing to put effort in before even pressing record. 

Giyu finally stopped teasing himself, wrapping his hand around his thick girth, pumping a few times over. A deep groan tumbled from him, hips stuttering forward to buck in his own grip, pleasure causing his stomach to suck inward. His arm flexed as his fingers tightned, body turning slightly so the lens would capture the movement in his hips as he fucked into his hand, hums of satisfaction leaving his lips. 

The way he was moving was sensual, grinding his hips as if his hand had been a cunt wrapped around him, needily humping into closed fist. He let go for a second, but the motion his body had found itself in had continued, thrusting into the air, cock twitching as it begged for release. 

You'd wondered if you'd been home while he'd created this, thinking it couldn't have been likely due to the noise he'd been making. The bathroom had been between both of your bedrooms; if he'd been breathing heavily and moaning, you'd surely hear it. If he'd given the opportunity, you admitted to yourself you'd go in there and help him out, wondering how his cock would feel if it had been shoving into you instead of his right hand. 

A few 'fuck's had filled the air between his whines, his voice ringing through your earbud as if music, his curses sounding so painfully beautiful to you. You'd wished he'd show his face in the footage, being able to admire how his lips formed each profanity, or how his gaze would fall to watch his own cock disappear into the hole his fingers had made. His left hand fell to the shower screen behind him, using it to steady himself on as he'd leaned back, pushing crotch forward to elongate his already lengthy erection, hand barely moving as his hips carried the work. 

With each moment, Giyu's stomach moved more, breath becoming sporadic as he grew closer to climax. Each exhale through gritted teeth had turned into whimpers, if his head had been in frame you'd have known it would've been pressed back to the glass, as his back arched, stuttered movements as the hand supported him grasped onto the pane, a sentence finally spoken;  'Gonna cum-' 

You felt yourself clench as your own high was moments away, watching on your phone as thick white liquid had sprung from his cock, shooting upward to land over the hand he had been milking himself dry with, each thrust left grunts that had caressed the inside of your ear through the earphone you'd been wired to. You fell over the edge, biting your lip to suppress the moans you'd known would have erupted if you'd allowed them to. Your muscles contracted, eyes going foggy as they rolled back, breathy whimpers threatening to fall and signal to your roommate what you'd been up to.

The video ended, as had your climax, and you'd locked your phone, leaving it face down on the bed. Sitting upright, you sighed, wondering how you'd ever be able to look at Giyu again, without feeling the newfound lust you'd acquired; the usually silent male had been less so when it had come to his own pleasure, something you should've been none-the-wiser to until now.