#the action shots were for the portfolio

[freebooter4ever]

geno front and center ^_^ also i asked the Coolest 90s animator ive ever met for critique on the geno renders and he called them 'drawings' and i havent decided if thats something i should correct or not yet. but if im fooling people into thinking they're drawings instead of 3D renders that's probably a good sign. but also a bad sign because does that mean recruiters will overlook it thinking its just concept art?

i hate computers.

but i think what i concluded was that instead of sending people just the one action render, i will send that PLUS a link to the turn around saved to my drive.

edit: just looking at it as its own image my portfolio as a whole still really screams 'girl' and 'colorful' doesnt it? sigh. people keep telling me i need to stop that but unfortunately unless i am being forced like in the case of following an art director i think its just gonna stay colorful.

[jupipedia]

smile for the camera ! — choso. ↳ ❝ baby she look like a star, but only on camera. ❞ ↳ content warnings : nsfw ( minors do not interact ! ), guys THERE'S A PLOT, supermodel + photographer!choso x actress + supermodel!reader, black!reader, pleasuredom!choso, ( consensual ) explicit photography, praise, body worship, fingering ( f. receiving ), public sex ( in a studio ), exhibitionism, cunnilingus, cum play (?), unprotected sex ( no cream🥧s tho), pet names, overstim ( funny how she's always here 😅 ), not beta read.

choso posed in a seated position in front of several cameras, eyes having grown used to the constant exposure to the blinding flashes. despite his stoic and professional actions, he found himself to be in a bit of a predicament as he was instructed to hold your thigh that was placed over his shoulder with your heel resting on his thigh, his head leaning close to your core. it wasn't supposed to be arousing and he knew that if he was paired with any other model, he wouldn't be the slightest bit bothered.

but it was you.

he's known you for a while, almost as long as you've been in the modeling scene. you ran in similar social groups, have been to each other's places, and have done group and paired shots in the past. he'd consider the two of you to be a little close than friends after one or two substance infused hook ups, so that did nothing but enhance his current arousal.

he also a man, known to be a lustful creature when in the presence of the preferred gender. he can't help but to be little turned on when he has a beautiful woman so close to him that he can feel your body heat. you had on a pair of figure-fitting slacks and a blouse paired with the tightest vest that he'd ever seen and it looked great on you.

and maybe, just maybe, he had a little crush on you.

"we wanna get a few more close shots before wrapping up. could you two do a few poses from earlier? keep your heads relatively close though," the main photographer asked, motioning for you to get closer to each other. you nodded and removed your leg from its' position, prompting choso to remove his hand and take a deep breath to relieve his nerves.

you took a seat next to choso and shuffled close. you decided to rest your head on his shoulder, craning your neck to a semi natural position before giving your attention to the camera men. the two of you adjusted as they gave directions before changing to a standing pose. choso's arm was firmly wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to his as you looked to the side, giving the camera a clear view of your side profile. both of your hands rested on his shoulder as he kept facing forward, posing effortlessly.

it was smooth sailing until the photographer asked the two of you to make eye contact, your eyes meeting his dark ones. a familiar stir occurred in your stomach as you held the eye contact, his eyes darkening as your lips separated.

"good! great! okay, let's get the two of you changed and you're free to go. you guys did great as always. it's always a pleasure working with the two of you," the photographer speaks as the set begins to pack up.

"it's great working with you, too. i'll see you next time, yeah?" you responded, starting to undo the first few buttons of the vest as you walk to the dressing room. choso averted his eyes out of respect, but couldn't help as his mind wandered, imagining what you had on underneath.

"i'll see you soon," he tells the photographer before trailing after you. he caught a few knowing looks as he began to follow you and huffed out in amusement. "y/n, i have a favor to ask really quick."

"what can i do for you, handsome?" you turned back to him, vest fully undone along with a few of your blouse buttons. he smiled at the nickname as you wiggled your eyebrows, jokingly flirting with the man.

"i'm working on a few things for my portfolio and wanted know if you were free to do a few shots. i can give you more details if you're interested," he explained, looking down at you.

you shrugged. "i'm pretty free this week. just give me a time and place and i'll be there. hopefully, you'll send me a few so that i can post them and show the world how good you are."

choso blushed from the compliment. "i'm alright," he said coyly, turning away from your praise.

"you're better than okay. text me the details, pretty boy," you turned on your heels and complete your trek to your dressing room, leaving choso to look after you with a dopey smile.

yeah, he's got it bad.

you showed up to the studio as choso instructed, dressed as casual as you'd allow when you intended to take pictures. you were a bit earlier that original planned but choso was already there, telling you to come upstairs to the space he rented.

"hello, hello, hello," you announced your presence with a knock as you opened the door. choso was turned away from the door and towards the backdrop, leaning over his laptop as he edited a few pictures.

"hey," he greeted, quickly glancing over his shoulder as you walked to him. he did a double take as he noticed your outfit, heat rushing to his face and groin. "you look good."

"always do," you grinned, sitting your bag next to his laptop before leaning against the table. "so, what's on the agenda, cutie?"

"straight to business, i see. no time for chit chat?" choso joked, picking up his camera.

"what can i say? i'm a serious person," you said, shrugging with a playful smile before looking at his laptop. you moved to the gap between him and his laptop, bending a little to examine his work. "dude, you should really start commissioning. you're really fucking good at this shit."

"i'm still doing some portfolio building before i get to that point. i been doing a few shoots to prep for commissions, but nothing crazy."

"stop being so coy and start own up to the fact that you're not only a stellar model, you're also a really good photographer," you said, pushing away from the laptop and turning to face him. you could feel his breath tickle your lips before he smiled boyishly and moved back. "so, how do you want me, boss?"

"we're just doing a few natural shots, i need a few headshots and, well, you're beautiful so we'll take a few of those too. nothing too fancy," he explained after a few beats of silence, ushering you over to the backdrop. "you can start posing however you want."

you nodded and did as he instructed, immediately doing a few of your signature poses before trying a few new ones. there were a few natural shots where he complimented you and captured your dopey smile or when you started dancing slightly to the music he was playing.

"could i get one of you glancing over your shoulder?" he asked, squatting a bit to get a change of angle. you nodded and posed as he said. he took a singular shot before he lowered his camera, squinting slightly at your shoulder.

"something wrong?" you asked, turning to face forward.

"is that a new tattoo?" he asked, approaching you. he lightly pushed your curls from your shoulder to uncover said tattoo.

"it is. i've gotten a few since the last time you saw me. they're pretty inconspicuous though," you shrugged. you moved your curls even more to reveal the tattoo behind your ear. "this one is fairly new, too. i got it like two months ago?"

there was a heavy silence that filled the room as choso took a step closer, your bodies pressing against each other as he examined your tattoos.

he couldn't lie, the tattoos added to your attractiveness. he already knows that you aren't a pussy when it comes to needles as you have multiple piercing in your ears and a nose piercing, but the tattoos were different. sure they weren't that noticeable, but now that he knew they were there, that was all he could see.

"got any more?" he asked, voice huskier and breath tickling your ear. you shivered slightly, leaning back and resting your back on his front.

"wanna find out?" you asked, turning your head to come face to face with the man. choso didn't offer a response as he leaned forward, connecting his lips with yours. your head was pushed back by the force of this kiss but you quickly returned with fervor, turning in his arms and wrapping yours around his neck. choso hummed into the kiss, using your change in position as an opportunity to pull your body closer to his. there wasn't even room to pull apart for air as he moved his hand to cup your neck, deepening the kiss.

choso was the first to pull away, lungs screaming for air as his heavy breathing mixed with yours. the two of you maintained eye contact as you caught your breath before scrambling to strip, your skirt landing on one side of the studio and choso's shirt on the other. you sat on the floor, watching as he removed his pants.

instead of returning his lips to yours, choso decided to suckle on your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys as he descended to your breast.

"you're so beautiful, y/n," choso mumbles on your sternum. he pulls back to take in your naked image, your chest rising and falling as you inhaled. you shivered under his gaze, exposed to him without the effects of alcohol calming your nerves. his hands roamed your torso, occasionally groping a bit of pudge before caressing a new spot. one of his hands slid lower, heading towards your pussy. you were dripping and he's barely touched you.

as his hand traveled, his mouth found it's way to your breasts, deciding to peck and nibble on your areola before wrapping his lips around your nipple. your back arched with a moan as he firmly sucked on your nipple. his wandering hand found its way in between your folds, collecting the wetness on his thick fingers. he rolled your clit between his knuckles, causing you to squeal at the slight pinch. he removed his lips from one nipple and moved to the other, showing it the same attention that he gave the other.

"c-choso, please," you whined out. his deft fingers continued their ministrations, but you craved more. you want to feel more of him, all of him.

"i got you, gorgeous. i just need you to relax for me," he pulled away from your hardened peak as he spoke. he stared at you for a few more moments, trying to memorize the sight before an idea struck him. he reach over for he camera, glancing at you to read your expression. "do you trust me?"

your head swirled as you focused on the camera in his hand. on one hand, it was risky. it was less about how much you trusted choso and more about how easily someone could leak them if he uploaded them to his laptop. it would also mean you'd be vulnerable, all of you on display for him to capture.

on the other hand, it was thrilling. you couldn't help but attempt to clench your thighs at the thought of him using the pictures as fap material. you could feel the heat rush to your core when he picked up the camera, knowing what he was going to ask. you trusted him, he was always genuine and kind hearted, even in moments where he didn't need to be.

"yeah," you muttered out. choso gave you a small smile at your response before holding his camera up, giving you a few seconds before taking the first picture. you tried to appear as relaxed as possible, suppressing your nerves and jitters. he took a few before handing it to you. you looked at him, surprising and confusion swimming in your eyes.

"it's only fair if you get to take a few," choso said, deciphering your confusion. he didn't say much of anything else, choosing to resume his ministrations. he continued his trail of kisses, stopping at your mound. he left wet, sloppy kisses on your skin, looking at you through his eyelashes as he continued his descend. he settled between your thighs, anklet dangling next to his head as he lowered his mouth to you dripping heat. you let out a breathy moan at the feeling of his tongue grazing your twitching clit.

you looked at the camera in your hands, mustering up the strength to hold yourself up long enough to take a photo. the sight of him gazing up at you through his eyelashes was sinful.

almost as if the flash of the camera was all the approval that he needed, he began to run his tongue through your folds, circling your entrance a few times before taking another languid swipe. his arms wrapped around your hips, effortlessly pulling you closer to his mouth. he was devouring you, the lower half of his face covered in your arousal and his saliva. your moans egged him on as he suckles at the spots that made you louder.

"fuck! choso, please- ah!" you yelped as you felt his fingers begin to prod at your entrance. the feeling of his thick fingers stretching out your tight cunt had your eyes rolling back. your legs twitched around his head as he continued to pleasure you, pushing his fingers in deeply before dragging them out. a familiar heat pooled in your stomach, signalling the approach of your climax.

"gonna cum for me, doll?" he said, angling his fingers just enough to graze your g-spot. you clenched around his long digits, hands shooting for the loose bun sitting on the crown of his head. "soak my fingers f'me. you can do it."

his words paired with the constant stimulation of your pleasure point sent you hurtling towards your first orgasm. you wailed, legs quivering around choso's head as helped you ride out your orgasm.

"choso, 'm sensitive, no more," you pleaded out as he continued his ministrations, mouth and fingers never leaving your core. your hips bucked and your hands weaved through his hair, the bun long undone due to your pulling.

"can you give me another one, sweetness? i know you can," he muttered into your pussy, the vibrations causing your toes to curl out of overstimulation. you couldn't tell if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer but you had no time to decide as a second orgasm began to wash over you so quick that you couldn't even register the build up.

"that's it, baby. fuck, you soaked my fingers," choso groans out, pulling his fingers from your sensitive core and licking them clean of your slick. "hmm, you've got the sweetest pussy."

choso grabbed his camera from your hands, taking this opportunity to capture your blissed out state. your chest rose and fell as you tried to catch you breath and unblur your vision. a few of your curls stuck your forehead and you knew you lipstick was smeared as the red pigment lingered on choso lips.

"gonna let me feel you, beautiful? gonna be good for me and let me fuck you, hmm?" choso asked, aligning his leaking cock with your entrance. choso tapped your clit with his cock a few times as he waited for your response.

"please fuck me. please, i wan' it," you whined, bucking your hips towards his cock. you dragged your pussy against against his shaft, moan as his tip caught your entrance. his hips bucked, pushing into you without warning. choso groans deeply, placing his arms next to your head as he pushed into your heat. your breaths mingled, faces only a few inches apart.

choso basked in your moans, pushing one of your legs up to deepen his strokes and pull those sinful harmonies from your lips. your arms roped around choso's neck, pulling him down to connect your lips in a sloppy kiss. he swallowed your whimpers and moans, his deep strokes jerking your body from the force. his tongue rubbed against your own, allowing you to taste the heady flavor of your cunt.

"look at you," choso remarked, pulling away from the kiss to observe you. "you're taking me so well, baby. every time i pull out, she sucks me right back in. you're so pretty all fucked out f'me."

you were reduced to moans and whimpers, not being able to form a coherent phrase. he could tell that your shaking babbles were you calling out his name, crying out for the relentless pleasure. he felt you twitch around his cock, indicating your approaching orgasm. your volume raised, jumbled pleas falling from your lips as you begged for your release. he answered wordlessly, his hand returning to toy with you clit.

he continued his strokes after your brutal release, chasing his own and your final one. your hands found purchase on his wrists, squeezing it as you cunt was overworked. choso groans now held a whine edge as he approached his climax. he whimpered your name, lost in your warm vice.

you felt like you were on fire. your back ached from the hard floor and the force of his thrust. your legs burned, hamstrings taut from stretching your legs around choso's large frame. your brown skin glistened with sweat from the erotically warm room. your lungs burned and your throat was sore from the pleading, not even thinking to control your volume in a public space.

"ah, ch-choso! 's so much, mm! i can't-ah!" you squeak out, feeling the pressure pool in your stomach. choso leaned down toward your ear, your leg hitting your chest as he moved.

"you can. you're so pretty when you cum for me. you're twitching so cutely around me. you wanna cum f'me, baby? hmm, you wanna make a mess on my cock? go ahead, pretty girl. cum for me," choso whispered, breath tickling your lobe. you moaned out, not being able to properly respond as your orgasm crashed over you. you creamed on choso cock, body vibrating from the immense pleasure. choso choked on a moan, thrusting a few more times before pulling out, cumming on your chest and stomach. he groaned, noticing how a drops of his cum landed on your chin.

the two of you stayed on your position on the floor, mulling over what just happened. you nudged choso with your foot and he looked at you, breathless. you motioned to his camera and he understood, taking a shot of your body covered in his release before passing it to you. you took your own photo of his lipstick covered face, eyes still swimming with lust as his hands gripped at the fat of your thighs.

"you got a lil' something," you pointed to choso mouth. he wiped his lip with his thumb, seeing the lipstick stain on his thumb.

"yeah, so do you," he joked, motioning to the drops of cum on your chin. you wiped your chin, bringing your finger up to you mouth to taste his release. choso groaned at the sight and turn his head away, trying to prevent his cock from hardening.

"you should let me take you out to dinner," choso said, back to his timid ways as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"i've been waiting for you to ask me out for a month. we're gonna be a lot more than dinner," you giggled, pulling yourself up to him and connecting your lips once more.

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[heartofwritiing]

We could make such a pretty picture

Paring: musicianbur x photographer!reader

Summary: you are lovejoy’s tour photographer and wilbur likes to tease you.

authors note: this is so rushed and unedited mostly just my stream of consciousness that popped into my head while i finish up the zombur fic! its almost done!!

warnings: fluff, short, flirting, a little suggestive maybe, i use a cringey (?) line idk take it as you will lmao, unedited!

“Make sure you get my good side darling.”

Before every show backstage, Wilbur would always tell you to quote: “get my good side” whatever that meant. It was impossible to get his bad side. Every angle Wilbur Soot always looked ethereal, and that had nothing to do with your photography skills.

You would gaze up at him from the pits, readily pointing your camera to capture any shot of him playing his heart out to the screaming fans behind you. Rightfully so, you couldn’t deny how good he looked up on that stage.

Skin glistened with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, and the light eyeliner slightly smudged in the corners of his eyes. His lips pulled up in a smirk as he flipped his hair in a certain way when a beat dropped. It was undeniable now, that he was doing this on purpose. He was goddamn attractive and he knew it.

After the show you would always sit in one of the green room chairs, keeping to yourself and letting the excitement of the after-show buzz from the band fill the room. You were scrolling through the photos, admiring your work on a picture of Ash with the lightning just right when you felt a presence creep up behind you.

“That ones quiet good,” Wilbur’s voice made you jump out of your skin, and he laughed at your startled state.

“Thanks,” you replied, returning to scrolling through your pictures but Wilbur stayed right by your shoulder. Sounds of his bandmates laughter filled the space, he couldn’t care to jump into their conversation. Too entranced by your photography. Wilbur had never truly seen your work before. Of course there was pictures the band used for the instagram account, but those were taken by their previous photographer.

You were new, and Wilbur had briefly seen your work before. Only two shows into the tour, you didn’t have the time to sit with the lead singer and exhibit your entire portfolio to hkm. But seeing how you captured his presence on stage so well, with the white strobe light hitting him at just the right angle, caused his interest to be peaked even further. It made him want to get to know you better.

“you know, we make such a pretty picture,” you can hear the deviousness in his voice and the underlying meaning behind his own lyrics he was using towards you. It warms your cheeks and you avoid his eyes that are burning into the side of your face.

You cleared your throat and repositioned yourself in your seat. “whatever you say, its all you up there on that stage,”

The next night, standing once more in the pits, camera ready as the first chords of 'Portrait of a Blank Slate' blasted through the venue speakers, and screams exploded around you. As the color lights switch from dark blue to deep red, Wilbur saunters to the microphone and begins singing the first lyrics.

You lift your camera up to your face and look through the viewfinder to be met with an up-close Wilbur, who is pressing his lips right into the microphone. A smirk pulled the corner of his mouth when he peeked open his eye to catch you pointing your camera at him. Cheeky bastard.

As he sang the next few lyrics, his hands lift up to the top part of his shirt where it was unbuttoned. Running his index finger from from his collar down to his chest, he sang; ‘shes an artist, paints across my chest,’ while sending you a quick wink.

Your mouth parted in utter shock and felt your heart beating in your ears. How does this man do this to you? You hadn’t even known him that long, but he was making you feel dizzy with the slightest little actions. You quickly shook away any thoughts popping into your mind and took a couple more photos of him. The last one was of him leaning back while strumming the next chords, then you moved on to capture more of the other band members. You just had to force yourself away from him before you got carried away.

That same night later on the tour bus, you were going through your photos again. One in particular caught your eye, it was of Wilbur with the red lights behind him casting him in a dark glow, and his guitar lifted into the air while he threw his head back. Infamous rockstar pose, you decide to call it. You chose a couple more to post to your professional instagram account, tagging the band members each in their respective photos.

About an hour later a notification came up on your phone that a mutual had commented on your photo. You checked it and immediately felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the words on your screen.

@/WilburSoot: Told you we make such a pretty picture ;)

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[bagopucks]

N. Hischier - Soulmates ‘N All That

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Nico Hischier x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warning(s): None? The word ‘sex’ once?

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I thought you into my life, woah

Look at my mind, yeah

My feet are aching. I’ve been pacing the floor in my one room apartment for too long. I made this job happen. Photography. For a hockey team. What if I wasn’t any good? What if they decided I was horrible?

They looked at my portfolio, but those were mostly still shots. I had to take moving pictures of these players. I could do it. I had a million pictures of moving objects, but what if I just- what if my skill flew right out the window when it came time to work?

No better place or a time

Look how they align

The team was wonderful from day one. I grew close with Dougie Hamilton fairly quickly. I preferred to call him Dougie Ham. Or DH. He was often around to play jokes on me or ask questions about my camera. He helped the guys warm up to my constant presence.

My career so far has been nothing but amazing. I realized after a few months, that I may have worried myself too much and put too much pressure on myself. Getting photos was incredibly easy. Choosing the best ones was the hard part. And making sure I had equal content of the team. The Captain was alway slipping out of my shots and escaping rooms when I entered. I just assumed he was camera shy.

Universe must have my back

Practices were my favorites. The guys would occasionally stop for photos when I asked, and when they had water breaks. After most, when they were dismissed, I would step onto the ice and snatch a few for some closeup action shots. Still never Nico. It frustrated me.

I did manage a good picture of him once.. the photo that started it all.

Fell from the sky into my lap

I sat patiently on the bench while coaches shouted and instructed the guys around the ice. They were trying new drills, and new line combinations. Everything was going swimmingly, until I heard one of the coaches pipe up.

“Jesper! Get Hischier off the ice.” There was amusement in his tone, and I turned my camera down to the opposite end of the ice to see Lindy holding a skate blade while Jesper helped get Nico over to the bench. I giggled and took a few photos.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find Nico attractive, but I never got close enough to his face to know if he was as pretty as the internet said.

“Good job, bud.” Jesper taunted, reaching over the bench door to unlock and open it. He let Nico off the ice first, and the captain gently pushed him for the teasing.

Jesper stumbled on the ice as his skates slipped out from beneath him. I laughed softly and took a few photos as he grabbed the bench wall to steady himself.

“Damnit, Nico.” He snapped, though it was heartfelt frustration. Jesper stepped up onto the bench and gave his captain a bit harsher of a shove. Usually nothing to bat an eye at, but Nico didn’t have a skate blade on one foot, and I was directly behind him.

He tried to catch his weight on his messed up skate, and before I knew it, I was pulling my camera off my neck and raising my arms to keep it out of his collision course. Instead he landed on my thighs.

“Oh shit- oh dude.” Jesper was scrambling for an apology as mine and Nico’s faces went red. I had no words.. but everything was awkward now. Fix it.

I slowly lowered my camera, my heart fluttering as Nico let out an anxious giggle and forced a thick accented, ‘sorry’ from his lips. I shrugged, pointed the camera at his face, and snapped a few photos.

“If you’d stop running from me, people wouldn’t have to shove you in my direction.” I hinted passively. His cheeks turned as red as his jersey.

“Get up, you’re crushing me.”

And I know you know that you're my soulmate and all that

Nico and I began going on dates after that. By the third week we called it official. During the off season he took me to Switzerland to meet his family. During the holidays we celebrated, sometimes together, sometimes with his team. I was there for any award ceremony or charity event. Even the ones I didn’t have to attend.

We got an apartment together after the first year. The second year we started considering what a future might look like.

“Nico, it’s just a storm. The balcony won’t blow off.” I tried to pry my lover from the window of our apartment, my arms wrapped around his back while he stood there with his hands on his hips. He wasn’t afraid of storms, it was the aftermath that made him nervous. His hometown always experienced floods and landslides after heavy rainfalls like the one New Jersey was experiencing now. He must have never grown out of that fear that something may happen.

“Just a little while longer.. just let me look a little longer,” Nico whispered as I shook my head from behind him. He’d torture his mind all night by that window if I kept giving in to him saying his version of ‘five more minutes.’

“Come have a snack with me.” I pressed a kiss to Nico’s back. “My mom left fudge in the fridge before she left.” I pulled away, my hands sliding from his stomach to his hips before I turned to walk away.

I just entered the threshold of the kitchen when I heard Nico’s heavy steps following behind me. “Fudge?”

I giggled, shaking my head. I opened the fridge and pulled the small Tupperware container out, kicking the door shut before I hopped up onto the counter. I watched Nico approach with curious eyes, brow raised as he reached out to pull the lid off the container. Always in a rush to get to the sweets.

I smacked his hand away, holding the container out of reach. “You can have some, but you have to promise me no more looking out the window.” Nico’s lips pursed as his head tilted to the side, silently and sarcastically asking me if I was serious.

“You haven’t relaxed all night, baby. It’s a storm. Not a hurricane.”

“Fine. I’ll shut the blinds before we go to bed.”

“Absolutely not. You’ll go to bed, and I’ll shut the blinds.” I held my free hand out to him. “Shake on it.” I insisted. Nico’s eyes flickered between my own and my hand before he let out a dramatic sigh, smiling and shaking my hand.

“verlass mich nie,” he whispered as he leaned his side against the counter, his smile widening when I handed him a piece of fudge. Never leave me.

“I don’t know what you said,” I whispered, matching his dreamy tone with a sarcastic one in my own voice.

My whole life got me ready for you, ooh

Nico proposed to me a month later, and we prepped for our wedding for a year. We were coming up on five months from the set date. I showed my ring off to everybody. He showed the video off to his team.

“Do you have a house yet?” My mother asked me as we sifted through dresses at a bridal shop.

“No. Nico and I plan to spend one more year in our apartment after we’re married.” My mother looked perplexed, and I could understand why. We’d have all of this new stuff from gifts people gave us, and no place to put it all.

“Why?”

“Because the team is really good this year. Nico doesn’t want me moving into some new house all alone if he’s in the playoffs.” I completely agreed with Nico. When we got a house, I wanted to move in with him. We hadn’t necessarily agreed to a year, but that was the longest we were willing to wait before buying a home, so it’s what we told everybody.

“What about this one?” My mom pulled a dress out. My heart was set on it the second I tried it on.

Got me happy, happy

I'ma be happy, happy, yeah

“Nico.. I love you. I have every second of every day, since the day you fell into me,” I whispered my vows over and over under my breath as I looked in the mirror. The wedding didn’t have to be perfect. Everything could be on fire and complete chaos around me. As long as my vows were spotless, I would be content.

The week before the wedding, Nico had kicked me out of our apartment for a few hours, telling me to go shopping or ask one of the wags out for dinner. He wouldn’t tell me why at first, but after much questioning, he informed me that he had to record his vows. Not everybody in his family spoke English, so he told me he had to record it in the language they would understand. I reasoned that I wouldn’t know a word he spoke anyway, but he insisted that if I still heard his vows, it wouldn’t feel right when he spoke them again at the altar.

This was the same guy who always tried to sneak a peek at my notebook full of ideas for my own vows. I had to make him promise not to look at the notebook two days into his mischief.

“I hope he’s going to be happy with them.” I picked up the skirt of my dress to walk across the room I got ready in, staring myself down in the full length mirror.

“Sweetie..” my best friend smiled. “He’s never disliked a single thing you’ve ever done.”

Won't get no crying from me, yeah

Gonna be happy, happy

I walked down the isle, my hands shaking and my eyes already tearing up at the sight of my fiancé. I had no regrets. I will never have regrets when it comes to Nico. This was the man I wanted to spend my life with.

“…And I understand, you’ve prepared your own vows?” The priest questioned, looking between us. I nodded, my eyes searching Nico’s face as a silent question. Who was going first.

“You.. you go.” I could tell he was nervous as he spoke, but I’d argue I was more worried than he was. He encouraged me with a smile.

“Okay..” I breathed out a sigh. I loved him. Every word would roll off my tongue the way it was supposed to whether it happened like I rehearsed or not.

“Nico… I love you. I have every second of every day, since the day you fell into me. In the next few minutes, a new commitment is going to be made. I’ve made many in my life, and you’ve made your own. I’ve been known to abandon my commitments. There are some things I simply can’t stick with. But every commitment I’ve ever made with you, I have seen through. You have stood by me through my hardest days and my coldest nights. Fights I’ve instigated, and tears I’ve cried. We have shared our everything. Clothes, songs, foods and movies. A home. Now we share our lives. Our entire beings, with one another. You are the foundation I stand on, and the anchor that holds me to the ground when I fear I might fly away. I hope I have been the same for you. And I hope I can keep being the same.. for the rest of eternity.” Tears stung my eyes. I could see Nico fighting to keep his own from going glassy. “Ich liebe dich.”

Surprise flashed in Nico’s eyes. I hadn’t told him I was practicing any German for this. And despite it being a short sentence, it was one I knew he wished I would reply to in his first language at least once.

“Sir?” The priest interrupted our silence. Nico nodded, pulling his hands away from my own to grab a few notecards from his back pocket.

“I hope you don’t mind I wrote them down? I was.. I was afraid I might forget a word.” Nico searched for a sign of disapproval in my features. His nervousness only made me giggle and shake my head.

“You’re fine.. I’ll still love you.. notecards or not.” It was his turn to chuckle, stepping a bit closer to me as I reached out to rest my hands on his forearms. Nico drew in a shaky breath, tears already forming in his eyes again. “Take your time, baby.” I whispered, my heart swelling. Nico was only an emotional man in front of certain people. But even on his wedding day, he couldn’t hold his usual facade.

“I used to avoid you.. when you came to work for the Devils. When I first saw you I thought you were.. just the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. You made me nervous.. your camera made me nervous.” Nico smiled, glancing up at me. “I used to think that if you took too many pictures you might see too many imperfections. Instead I stand here now, knowing that you’ve seen me at my worst and my best. When my hair has been too long,” this earns a few giggled laughs from our guests. “And when it’s been too short.” This time it’s Jack who laughs. The exact person who is to blame for Nico’s hair being ‘too short’ at one point. “You have always opened every door to me in a time of need. Especially the bathroom door when you’re doing your skincare stuff.” I laughed softly.

Taking my makeup off at the end of the day took enough time in and of itself, but then my skincare routine added to that amount. I usually left the door closed for a bit of privacy and space, but there was the occasional times when Nico would start knocking on the door begging to be let in because he had to go to the bathroom.

“But the doors I am most grateful for being opened, have been the ones in your mind, and your heart. You allowed me to love you.. and you trusted me with every piece of yourself. You’ve given me a chance to prove my worth, and to love something more than anything else I have. I would build castles for you, and tear down any wall in your way just to see you smile. We may grow old together, but we will never grow apart. I will love you until my heart no longer beats, and my body is six feet under. And after that, whatever may be in that distant afterlife, I will love you again, and again, and again.” Nico sniffled, by now I had tears running down my cheeks.

“du bist mein Seelenverwandter,” Nico finished with words I did not recognize, but he translated for me, without putting up his usual cheeky fight. “You are my soulmate.”

After the ‘I do’s’ were exchanged, and rings were put on fingers, Nico and I shared our first kiss as a married couple. Neither of us could rightfully express the feelings in our hearts, but we knew we’d simply squeeze the life out of one another if we hugged. It was that ‘it’s so fluffy I’m gonna die’ kind of feeling. A soulful, vast, and intense kind of love.

Imma be happy, happy

“Lord, Nic.” I giggled as we sat at a table near the front of the reception hall. We were the center of attention, but it didn’t feel like it. My bridal party and his groomsmen were off doing their own thing, and the rest of our friends and families were all conversing over food. Which was what Nico and I had been doing, until he got up to grab a plate full of my mother’s fudge.

“If you get sick tonight, we can’t have sex.” I informed him, reaching out to gently squeeze his leg. “Slow down.” Nico gave me a cautious look before resting his hand atop my own. His fingers found my engagement ring and my wedding band.

“When you said, ‘I love you’ today…” Nico’s brow furrowed in thought.

“I learned it for you. I wanted to do more, but my schedule was too busy for classes.” I smiled at him, his eyes finding my own.

“I’m content if ‘I love you’ is all you ever know.” Nico flashed me a bright smile. “Now please eat this fudge with me.. I did get too much, and I really don’t want it to go to waste.”

I laughed and shook my head at him. “Nic, I’m in a white dress. Go give it to Jack and the kids.” I nodded toward the middle Hughes brother, seated at a table full of kids and entertaining them with paper footballs.

“I won’t be gone long,” Nico promised, quickly standing up and grabbing the small dish. He pressed a kiss to my head before going to sugar up the children.

Imma be happy, happy

I leaned back in my seat, smiling as I observed the jovial atmosphere around myself. I looked back down at my ring, shaking my head in disbelief. Committing to Nico was single-handedly the best decision I’ve ever made. I will never make a better one.

✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩

[astroluvr]

YES! Pls do a cheating fic! Lmaoooo my toxic ass loves those 😂😂 - 🙈

Capture Your Emotion

jack harlow x reader

summary: neelam hired you as jack's tour photographer to help you build up your portfolio, but you find jack much more captivating than any action shot- despite him being taken

warnings: 18+, reader and jack are on the tour bus, so it's a lil public (eek!), and cheating

a/n: now, y'all knooowww i don't write smut, so this is not going to be mind-blowing, but i am posting this as a thank you to y'all for being so patient with me! i've been m.i.a lowkey, but i've never not felt at home with y'all, so here's this! i hope you enjoy :) p.s- there is a possible pt 2, but let's see how this does first lol

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You knew it was wrong from the moment you laid eyes on Jack. You knew that what you felt was wrong to the point where even thinking about how good Jack looked in his expensive hoodie and blue jeans that covered his long legs down to his New Balances felt like a sin, but you couldn’t help it.

Not even when his girlfriend- tall and gorgeous, sat next to him and smacked a kiss on his lips.

From that point on, you tried to continue doing your job without thinking too much about a taken man. Neelam, as a family friend, pulled off a huge favor to do some photography for Jack to build up your portfolio, and so far, it was going well. Urban became good friends with you, and even offered some tips- despite your styles being different, and Jack started to hang around you as a result.

When you met him the night before his tour started off, you thought that maybe the woman you saw was just a fling since you hadn’t seen her for a while, but it wasn’t long before she was standing right next to you behind stage and giving Jack good luck kisses and running off with his credit card in the early mornings of tour stops. It was then that you tried to contain some of your arousal for Jack, but it was hard to when you noticed the way he looked at you too.

Which is why you were sure the guilt wracked you every time you saw Marie, knowing what happened on a muggy night after a bad show. Being a photographer, you thought of your subjects as having a relationship with a camera, and trying to capture all the emotion, so it wasn’t hard to say that Jack was getting less motivated as the night went on. When Jack rushed off the stage with a ‘good night’, you tried to follow him, and couldn’t help but notice that you hadn’t seen Marie all day.

“Jack, are you alright?” You asked him, finding him in the back of the charter bus, abandoning your usual post at the front of the bus where you usually sat, hardly ever bothered by anyone besides Neelam and Urban.

It was dark out after a sweltering day, and needless to say that nobody was in the best mood after the long day. Even with the moon high in the sky, the air conditioning on the bus could still do very little to make a difference. Neelam was the one who made a joke that Marie left because her spray tan was melting off, and it was hard for you to stifle your laughter when Jack had stride pass.

He didn’t even take his headphones off to hear what you said, but you figured that being the star he was, he knew how to read lips well.

“I know you probably want to be alone. I just wanted to check on you. I noticed that Marie left.”

You weren’t sure why the last sentence came out, it was a slight overstep- you knew, but you were itching to see him twitch in any way that might allow you to tuck some of your guilt away.

“She had to go home. It was nothing.” He told you, his headphones were still on.

Due to the heat of the bus, you only wore a spaghetti strap tank and rather tiny shorts. It didn’t reveal much, but it was enough for Jack to bite his bottom lip when you hit a bump in the road and slid forward into the aisle he was sitting on to give him a glance at your breasts.

“You want to sit down?” He asked, raising his eyebrows, and finally pulling those headphones off.

You were slightly dejected by his confirmation that Marie was still in the picture, but couldn’t find it in yourself to go back to your seat after seeing him with his hair wild and legs spread and those slender fingers on his knees.

When you sat down, you realized that you had never been so close to Jack. Sure, you’d been shoulder to shoulder for a moment or so when discussing a couple of shots that you wanted to take of him onstage, but never several aisles behind the people you usually travelled with either asleep or too caught up in having a break to care about what was going on behind them.

Almost as soon as you sat down, the driver did a quick glance around the back and once he saw that there wasn’t much motion, he turned off the lights, and you continued down the long stretch of road that was hardly occupied by much else. You noticed that Jack had the shades down around him, and it made you feel much more comfortable. If anyone saw you, there’s no telling what rumors might come of it and nip your career in the bud before it even started.

When you got closer to Jack, you tried to remind yourself that nothing could happen if he didn’t let it, but you wished like Hell he’d do something with those pretty pink lips that were parted ever so slightly as he kept his gaze on you, or maybe even his fingers that were rubbing up and down his thighs.

“Hey, I meant to tell you earlier that I fuck with those pictures you took. I’m going to post them after this week, and I’ll tag you. Just promise me you won’t leave me for some big shot when they hit you up.”

You chuckled slightly and smiled big when he held out his pinky. You wrapped it around his finger, and almost shivered at how big his hand was. “I promise.”

“Can you promise me somethin’ else while we’re at it?” You swallowed and nodded, and Jack loosened his grip as he tried to gauge your expression. “That you won’t tell anyone else how cute I think you are. Even when I’m kissing Marie, it’s- you’re all I think about.”

“Jack-” You pulled back, and Jack didn’t hesitate.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, it’s just that I don’t know what to do with myself when I’m around you. And if I did, then I’m sorry. You can walk away, and nothing ever happened, I swear.”

“That doesn’t make me uncomfortable.” You whispered, leaning towards him, and biting your own lip as your heart pounded, and you worried that you might find yourself shooting up in bed any minute with an embarrassing ache.

“You promise?” he nodded, curly hair casting a shadow over you as you looked into those blue eyes that were getting darker with every passing moment.

“I promise.”

As if both of you snapped at the same time, you met in the little bit of space between you and crashed into a kiss. Oddly enough, you seemed to care less about Marie than ever before, and you hoped that Jack would give you something to replace the guilt that would undoubtedly come back to life by morning.

Despite it all though, neither you nor Jack had it in you to stop. In the dark, your hands grabbed whatever they could of each other. It was like you were trying to mold each other’s bodies from the memory of fantasy, yet still created something better than your wildest dreams.

It didn’t take long for Jack to have your back against the seat in front of you, and your tank top pulled up over your chest. His cock was beneath you and it was so hard that you started to ache for him where you needed him most.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He groaned, palming himself as you panted while he played with one of your breasts, and suckled the other in a desperate alternation.

“Jack.” You mewled, your head falling forward, and your lips brushed the back of his head.

“What, baby?” He looked at you, and you were glad he couldn’t see how your face contorted into a medley of pleasure and desperation at the sight of him.

“Touch me.”

Without taking another moment of consideration, Jack leaned on your back again, and helped you to tug down your shorts. You pursed your lips to stay quiet to keep the rest of the bus from hearing you, but Jack seemed even more spurred on when he noticed the challenge you had given yourself.

Jack kissed you once, hard and long, even slipping his tongue into your mouth for a messier result, and slowly massaged his way into your cunt. You were embarrassingly wet, but you couldn’t do much more than stutter your hips against him and whine.

“Damn, Y/N. Getting fucked by a taken man gets you like this?” He tsked, and your cheeks warmed and your pussy clenched around his fingers. “I guess so, huh?”

“J-Jack, I know it’s bad.” You placed your hands on his shoulder and tried to give yourself what he wasn’t out of pure desperation.

“But you still want more.” He teased, and your eyes watered. “If that’s what you want, you can have it. I’ve wanted to give you what you asked for since the first time I saw you. Whatever it is, baby, you just ask me, and I got you, alright?”

“O-Okay.” You moaned, even though all his words sounded like he was talking to you from underwater.

He suckled on your neck, and if he wasn’t working your clit so well while he did it, you’d be swatting him away to keep the mark away, but now you could barely care. Your breathing became uneven, and your legs couldn’t decide whether to stay open or closed as he pulled you closer to edge.

“You want to cum?”

“Mmhmm! Yes.” You tried to keep yourself quiet, and you feared what your orgasm might bring.

“Then what’d I tell you to do?” He pulled away from your neck and looked you into your eyes that were wide as saucers. Jack took his free hand and held your face steady on his. “When you want to do something, you ask. Now, if you want to cum, you better ask.”

The question made you burn in embarrassment, but it was the only thing that was standing in your way, so you puffed up your chest, and asked. “Please can I cum, Jack? Please?”

“So sweet, Y/N.” He hummed, and he curled his fingers in a way that made you yelp.

You had no choice but to drop your mouth into Jack’s neck and moan there, letting him pet your G-spot, and circle your clit like he had touched you a million times before. The minute you thought of him teaching himself your body through his imagination, you could feel your body tensing for a moment before creating your release.

You laid there for a moment, letting your ears ring before you came back down to Earth, your legs trembling just enough for Jack to see as he pulled his fingers out of you, sliding the two fingers into his mouth and smirking at the way you panted in pleasure and disbelief.

“Jack, I-”

“Fuck are y’all doing back here?” Urban came down the aisle in a pair of shorts and a wife beater as he rubbed his eyes.

You stammered, but Jack was much quicker in gathering his composure than you were, and he had his hoodie over your lap before Urban could even glance, and you tried not to let a moan slip out when he pet your cunt on the sly.

“I had something in my eye, and I asked Y/N to help me.”

“Really? ‘Cause it sounded like you two were fucking.” You stayed quiet, but shook your head.

Jack and Urban shared a glance that didn’t even make their expressions change, but Urban’s face erupted in amusement, and Jack chuckled.

“You’re a damn dog, man, but I can't stand her ass anyway.” Urban said casually before walking off, and you slapped Jack’s shoulder when Urban disappeared.

“It’s alright, babe. It’s only Urban.”

“So, you do this a lot, then?” You scoffed, and all the satisfaction you received quickly became irritation. You reached for your shorts and tried to get them back on, but Jack was quick to pull you back to his lap when you had them on. “Don’t even.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before. Like, literally.” He gestured to the bus, and you refused to meet his eyes. “But Marie is a gold digger, alright, and the only reason I haven’t broken up with her is because my label will freak if she decides to get back at me.”

“So, this is one and done?”

“I’ve wanted you since I saw you, I meant that. If you don’t want to do this again, then I respect it, but I want you, Y/N. Not her.”

You were quiet for a moment, and looked at Jack once you registered the sincerity of his words. “When can you break up with her?”

“When tour’s over.” He answered, rubbing your hip and trying not to kiss you as hard as he wanted to. “And you don’t have to worry about Neelam doing anything about us either.”

“I forgot about her.” You muttered, and Jack laughed under his breath before pushing his forehead against yours.

“Look, let’s just see where this goes, you know? We obviously have something special, right?” His words brought a smile to your face, and you nodded. “Yeah, exactly, pretty girl. So, how about me and you in your hotel room tomorrow at one? We can do whatever you want.”

“Alright.” you nodded, and Jack gave a tongue-in-cheek smile before he pulled you against his chest.

“Alright.”

[eoieopda]

[ateez as tinder dudes]

this is a joke, but i’m also convinced that i’m correct, so… there’s that. also, don’t look at me, incorporating a fourth (FOURTH!!!) group on my blog. i don’t want to talk about it 🫣

hongjoong

he’s treating this like a portfolio. he’s got the max number of pics uploaded, and they’re all editorial, like he’s expecting to be scouted. is he repping a brand? is he just flexing that he’s got better style than you ever will? he knows this is tinder, right? no.

absolutely no bio, whatsoever. his age isn’t even listed, somehow. you know nothing about him except that he owns more than one cowboy hat, and honestly? that’s all you need to know.

you’re actually 98.4% sure that he’s a catfish — who just looks like that? — but that’s not going to stop you from swiping right to see if he did, too.

he did not.

seonghwa

he’s intentionally using pics of him with his mother, with kids, with small animals, etc. because he’s calculating. couldn’t be more of a targeted attack if the profile was computer-generated. frankly, you can’t say if it was or wasn’t. suspiciously perfect.

that’s where the tinder prowess stops. he doesn’t know how the swiping feature works so he’s swiped right on everyone. oops.

his bio has subsections — plural — with endearingly dorky interests laid out in full. he’s well-rounded and objectively attractive to literally all people. man is everybody’s type, esp. yours.

tragically, he has never once responded to a message, and he never will.

yunho

he must’ve made this as a joke, right? every picture of him is hilariously unflattering or a recreation of a meme or some childhood photo, except the last one — which is a meme. it’s something obscure that appeals to the sense of humor of exactly .01% of the population. you can tell by looking at him that he is chronically online and had unrestricted internet access as a kid.

his bio is also absurd. this dude has something like “my first words were, ‘this human form is limiting’”, and it’s extremely polarizing. on purpose. puts his whole personality right there, right from the get-go because it will ward the wrong people off and flag down the exact niche he’s targeting.

i feel like he’s either a lukewarm conversationalist that makes you wonder how the rest of his profile was so funny, or the first conversation is an incredible, god-tier bit — and then, when the bit runs its course, you realize that he deleted his profile, never to be seen again.

rip

yeosang

all of his pictures paint an image of someone hard and edgy, and you’ve got it all wrong. you’ve been fully bamboozled, bestie. that is a whole ass fairy princess.

always messages first and/or responds immediately, revealing that he’s the most “uwu” person of all time. seriously, what the fuck? people unironically use “hehehe”? in this day and age? ^_^

unexpected gem. the person he actually is isn’t someone you would normally shoot your shot with, but you’re not mad about it.

one of the rare few on the app who would rather die than find a hookup (the idea makes him itchy, okay?) but he will actually seek and find a future spouse, just watch.

san

most of his photos are of him and his friend (it’s wooyoung. of course it’s wooyoung), and the subtext is so confusing that you can’t tell if they’re looking for a third or are just guys being buds ??? what is happening, and why are you so into it?

the photos that don’t include his friend (boyfriend? seriously, what is going on there?) are all action shots because he needs you to know that he is athletic and built. you do not need to wonder what he looks like naked because he’s not wearing a shirt in any of them.

he’s got the stock photo equivalent of a bio. most uninteresting thing you’ve ever seen, so you do not hit him up.

you should have :( you would’ve loved him.

mingi

i regret to inform you that this man has the most cringeworthy online presence of all time. god, he’s so fuckboi-coded!! and you hate him for it, but you hate yourself even more for being into because you sure are, diva!!!

i feel like the song on his profile is extremely questionable, either because it’s some bizarre, ambient instrumental; by someone that’s been justifiably cancelled and you don’t know whether or not he knows that; or worse, it’s his own.

all of his pictures are group pictures. you cannot tell for the life of you which one of them he is, requiring you to go to the instagram he’s referenced in his bio — which is exactly the point. the instagram links to his soundcloud because it can get worse.

if you actually bite the bullet and respond to his shitty pick-up line, he’s the bbygirl to end all bbygirls. absolute heart of gold. you almost want to smack him for being so bad at marketing himself.

get him a PR person to straighten his shit out; mingi is fired.

wooyoung

this motherfucker has deleted and remade his profile 8,000 times because he needs to “reset his matches” aka has spent every waking moment swiping.

he probably pays for tinder so he can swipe in other locations — not because he’s looking for anyone, but because he wants people to look at him.

you have to wonder who took the photos because they’re sure as shit not selfies but they’re all vaguely chic thirst traps (it was san. of course it was san.)

when it comes to messages, he either communicates exclusively with emojis or gifs, or he only responds to compliments. small talk? NOPE. tell him he’s pretty or get out :’)

if you do wind up linking (because the whole conversation thing is a lost cause), he’s insane. you’ll spend one night with him, never see him again, and you will remember him on your deathbed.

was he a ghost or a fever dream? you’ll never know.

jongho

he’s only here because his friends made him, and he will make that crystal clear. nothing else will be, though. he’s either got an extremely dry sense of humor + is deeply ironic, or he’s genuinely that odd.

all of his photos are identical selfies (expression, location, angle, etc.) and the only difference is the shirt he’s wearing. is…. is that on purpose? is he being funny, or is he seriously that much of a cartoon character? WHO KNOWS.

tbh, he’s the dude that makes a profile, finds an IRL partner immediately, and totally forgets he has a profile because he deleted the app ages ago. this is tragic; he would’ve been just your type.

message him all you want, bestie. it won’t work.

[duckymcdoorknob]

Heyo again! I have returned for the final order!

If it's alright, I'd like to order a medium iced coffee with extra ice; the toppings are cream + sugar and caster sugar (and possibly sea salt but that's optional :3) The name on the order is Joe :3

Thank you again! Here's my payment! :3 Have an amazing day and take your time with everything friend! Here's to an incredible event!

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This one is self indulgent and was so cute 🙁❤️

CW BELOW THE CUT: None!

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

You never could’ve imagined that playing with your aunt’s spare camera would lead you to many, wonderful adventures. After picking up your first camera as a child, you fell in love with photography. Overtime, you developed a passion and talent for the craft, leading you to post your shots. After a while, you gained popularity, and the attention of a certain family…

Next thing you knew, you were hired by the Chinens to photograph Miya’s competitions. You didn’t much mind, though, since the boy was a riot.

Miya kept you entertained as you photographed. There was something so enticing about the way he performed his tricks. Your shots were beautiful, sending you, and your employers, home with a large portfolio of photographs.

After a competition, the boy begged his parents to go to a restaurant. They agreed and, to your shock and delight, invited you along.

It was there that you would meet the rest of Miya’s friends, and the owner of the place: Kojiro Nanjo.

From that point, you were deeply immersed in the world of skating, and “S” itself. You had become fast friends with everyone, for you found yourself feeling strangely comfortable around the motley crew.

You decided to keep your photography a secret from the rest of them, and begged Miya to do the same. You had a great plan in mind…

At every race one of your boys was in, you would discreetly follow him down the path and take action shots. After a while, each had their own portfolio stuffed to the brim with photos.

When Christmas came, you printed each of their photos and tied them neatly with a ribbon. They were all overjoyed to have such beautiful photos as a keepsake, but were careful to keep them hidden away.

It wasn’t long before word spread of your talents, and soon enough you found yourself as the official “S” photographer. The skaters would commission you mostly, but sometimes you would grab a few shots for practice.

After a while, skater after skater wanted their photos taken, and it became supremely overwhelming.

After a killer night of tournaments, you found yourselves all relaxing at Hiromi’s apartment, the seven of you somehow fitting in the three roomed place.

Miya, who had insisted that he wasn’t tired, was currently curled up on the floor with his head in Kaoru’s lap, the man running his fingers through the boy’s hair absentmindedly.

Kojiro, Hiromi, Reki, and Langa were all seated on the floor and watching your photo processing, since Miya had begged you to put it on the TV via an hdmi cable attached to your laptop.

Reki had ended up falling asleep first, head resting on Langa’s shoulder. The blue-haired boy didn’t miss a beat and mirrored his friend’s actions. Kaoru decided to move Miya to Hiromi’s bed, and Hiromi drifted off on the couch, resting his head on his palm, leaving you and Joe alone.

You wordlessly clicked through thousands of photos, checking the time every few seconds. You had been paid to have a whole portfolio ready by the next morning, and you had so many un-usable ones. The SD card was loaded with duplicates, blurry shots, unfocused shots, other skaters, motion blurred shots, photobombed shots, etc.

“Hey.” You heard a whisper from behind you. “How’s it looking?”

With a sigh, you pointed to the top right hand corner of your laptop, revealing harsh, white numbers that read 250/3250

“(N/N), you started this an hour ago. At the rate you’re going, you’ll be up all night.” Joe noted as his hands gently came up to rub your shoulders.

“It’s alright,” you replied. “I can’t sleep until these are finished.”

The green-haired male clicked his tongue in annoyance. His hands didn’t stop gently massaging your shoulders as he watched you agonizingly sift through your SD card.

After another half hour. The clock read 2:30, and you were bleary-eyed and delirious. Every photo looked blurry, and you were close to tears. Your hands grew shaky leading to trouble moving your mouse.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong? What’s on your mind?” Joe’s whispered question brought you over the edge. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as your shoulders shook. “Hey…”

“Joe, please just-“ you sniffled. “Please, I need a hug.”

The man wasted no time gently taking you in his lap and holding you close. He cradled your head and let it rest on his shoulder as he placed his other arm around your torso. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Why can’t we go to sleep yet?”

“You can go to sleep whenever…” you murmured. “I have to get these photos out by morning or else they’ll-“ a whimper escaped you. “It’ll tarnish my name. This is my living, this is how I’m still able to see everyone-“

“Hey… don’t you dare think that you’ll lose us. You are a damn talented photographer, and I think that freakish competitive skateboarders know how important a good night’s sleep is. They will understand, (N/N). Make a note of where you are, and let’s get you to bed.”

With a nod and a sniffle, you agreed. Joe opened a notepad on your computer, writing down the number you left off on. He carefully stood up with you in his arms, being careful to not step on the sleeping bodies on the floor. He went down the hall to Hiromi’s room and was met with a sleeping Kaoru and Miya.

With a gentle sigh, he returned to the main room and carefully laid down on the sofa. He covered the two of you with a blanket and put a decorative pillow behind his head.

It wasn’t comfortable whatsoever, but the important part was that you were finally asleep.

Smiling, he cradled your head once again and felt his eyes drooping shut.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[jamiesfootball]

Another snippet:

Half of them showed one moppet, a normal-looking child with a generic kid face, running through the standard lineup of childhood moments: baby Jamie, sitting in a booster seat; rugrat Jamie, running through some dirt; pocket-sized Jamie, buttoned up fancy in a little suit and bowtie, proving at some point in his life he'd known how to wear a suit correctly. The baby pictures could stand to be a little more embarrassing. God knew that Roy’s own camera roll was curated with photos designed to make Phoebe throw a fit when she was sixteen and over him. With Phoebe on his mind, a pattern emerged: dozens of photos, one subject. All kid; no mum. The kind of photos his sister sent him on her rare days off, bombarding Roy with message after message of Phoebe performing the most mundane tasks that only a person full of love would bother documenting. Roy, also full of love for his niece, saved every single one. With cherubic cheeks and fluffy hair, the kid photos were proper adorable. The kind of thing Roy would have gladly made fun of, if they didn't come to a sudden stop. At some point in the lineup, the mum-photos get traded up for professional photography. Glossy, cut straight from the mags, portfolio heads and action shots. There's no indication at all that Georgie has one photo of her grown son that he wasn’t paid thousands of pounds for. In fact there's not a sign that Jamie had ever lived through gangly, teenage awkwardness. No ill-fitted secondary school uniforms, no pictures of him as a lad at the academy. More than a decade missing from that wall.

[invisibleraven]

Person A winning a costume contest with a costume that Person B handmade for them for literally anyone because it gave me FEELS.

Also for @jmrothwell who sent me the same prompt for Flynn/Anyone, because my first thought upon receiving this was immediately Flynn.

"You sure I look okay?" Julie asked, worrying her bottom lip.

"For the millionth time, yes," Flynn sighed, laying a gentle hand on her jaw. "Now stop stressing and let me finish your look."

"Thanks again for doing this for me," Julie said, "I know it's not exactly your scene."

"No," Flynn admitted. "But it's yours, and you're important to me, so this is important to me. Plus it gave me a chance to work with different materials."

Julie smiled and Flynn leaned in to give her a small kiss-enough to know she meant it, not enough to mar her lipstick. "For luck," Flynn whispered. "Now go kill that costume contest."

"I love you!" Julie called as she raced off towards the stage.

Flynn beamed, leaning back against a pillar. "I know babe." Even though Julie couldn't hear it, she knew her girlfriend felt it. She watched as the line of hopeful nerds went up to show off their outfits. Flynn barely recognized any of them, though she did clap for the well made cosplays and the few characters she knew.

Off to the side she saw the contest photographer take snaps of each entry, making sure to compliment them over little details, or just to make them smile. Flynn snickered as she noticed he was dressed in a Han Solo costume, a tiny stuffed Chewbacca doll peeking out of his bag, something he pulled out to make a small child in a very well made Leia costume.

It also didn't hurt that the guy was unfairly cute, his smile lighting up at every new photo he had to take. Flynn wondered if she could hit him up for a copy of Julie's outfit for her portfolio-and maybe a pic of the two of them. Because even if this wasn't Flynn's thing, she had gone all out on her own costume-the new live action Little Mermaid, turning the tail into a fashionable skirt.

Finally it was Julie's turn, and Flynn hooted as she came onto the stage in he Scarlet Scarab outfit, unfurling the wings and striking a pose as the crowd went crazy. Including the photographer who stared at Julie for a hot second, his jaw a little unhinged until finally he shook himself into attention, lifting his camera once more.

Julie rushed into Flynn's arms as she came off the stage, beaming. "Oh, did you hear the crowd? They loved it!"

"Told you not to stress," Flynn replied, resting their foreheads together. "You got first place in the bag."

"Excuse me?"

Both girls turned, seeing the photographer there, smiling shyly. "Hi, I just wanted to know if you wanted any of the pictures I got of you?" He then blushed an enticing pink colour as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I also got one of the two of you just now, it was such a lovely moment I had to capture it."

"I would love that," Julie replied.

"I was going to ask you to take a few of us anyways," Flynn added. "So this works out amazingly."

He handed over his card. "I'm Reggie, message me any time and I'll send over the photos, or arrange a photo shoot for you out of costume." He then stopped, paling, as if realizing what he had implied. "I don't mean like nudes or anything. Not that I judge you if you take those! I've done the odd boudoir shoot so I can't say anything!"

Julie giggled, then whispered to Flynn "He's adorable, even if he has a terrible case of foot in mouth disease."

"Luckily I like that in a guy," Flynn whispered back, then turned to Reggie. "We'll make sure to call you and we can figure out what kind of shot we want you to take then."

"O-okay," Reggie replied, blushing bright red again.

In the end, Julie was pretty hyped to have won the contest, and whooped at the gift card to her favourite restaurant that came with the cash prize. But she was more happy with the attention her costume got Flynn for future clients and the cute guy they were both intending on taking to that free dinner.

But next year? She was sure they would have to find a good group costume for the three of them.

[38sr]

#industryQs

Hi! I just wanted to say I love all your work!! You’re so talented!! And I just watched the first two episodes of My Adventures with Superman and I’m so excited to see the rest of the season!!

I’m a student and interested in becoming a storyboard artist and l have a few questions about the industry, if you don’t mind answering them??

- How did you first get into the industry?

- What are the best things to put in your portfolio? I’m interested in action adventure type shows- so would it be best to have fight scenes/chase scenes/etc things that go with that?

- What are some things you should NOT put in a storyboarding portfolio?

- When you’re storyboarding a scene- how do you typically start after you’re given the script?

- Do storyboard artists usually look up reference by watching other scenes from movies/tv when working on their own boards? (For example- if they’re trying to figure out a chase scene but don’t really know where to start- will they look up other chases scenes from other things and use that as reference or is that not okay?)

- Do you know any good exercises/things aspiring storyboard artists should be practicing to get better at boarding?

Thank you so so much!!! :)

Hello Anon! I've actually answered a pretty good chunk of these in previous asks. Here I answered what my storyboard process is. And lastly exercises for emerging board artists.....I would say do board studies of your favorite films and try to understand why certain shot choices were made. Also studying classic Hollywood films (like the AFI 100 top films) since those films will tell you all need to know about visual storytelling from composition, framing, shot choice, editing, writing, context vs sub-text, and just everything.

I hope that was helpful!

[z-grist]

I forgot to share it here, but here's a storyboard piece I worked on a couple months back. Made it so I could finally add some more recent work to my portfolio. I actually started this 2 years ago back in 2021, but then got busy and never finished - I finally had some time to finish it so here it is!

Story & Characters are by me, all the backgrounds were done in Blender 3D (which was such a challenge to learn btw LOL)

Here are some other scraps underneath:

When I started this board, I already knew what characters I wanted to use - these are some ocs I've had for a while now - a bounty hunter and an outlaw (very much meant to be taking place in a sci-fi setting).

In retrospect, I don't think I needed to go and draw these very intricate character sheets lol. I did them mainly to apply to some character design positions a year back (that never happened).

Also, if you notice, I changed the bounty hunter's black glove to be on their right hand instead of their left in the actual board - when I was drawing the boards I realized that it would create some better compositions if the glove was on the other side lol. My foresight is still underdeveloped at times.

When it came to actual storyboarding - I usually started by writing down the script and listing the shots through text

Here's an example:

So you can see every shot is described by the type (a closeup, a medium shot, wide shot, etc) as well as a short description of what's happening, whether it's dialogue, an action or both.

This helps me visualize the scene without having to actually draw anything. This was a trick a professor taught me so that I didn't waste my arm (and time).

If you want to see more of the document here it is : X I had also included some references in there.

Also some sketches/thumbnails, I was trying to figure out the look of the environment.

"do more research on this part," the 2nd image says, whatever Past Me. These were just thoughts, in the end, I did go and gather a lot of industrial plant references online to properly figure out the environment. As I mentioned, I went and modeled some mockups on Blender 3D. On a side note, I don't think the mockups look that good, but they are just meant to be a stand-in for the environment - what's important is that they are clear and you can understand what's going on (Was I successful in that sense?)

Anyways, thanks for reading. I'm currently thinking of the next storyboard portfolio for me to do.

Here's a little bonus sketch that I drew 2 years ago that still makes me laugh:

[freebooter4ever]

Hi I wonder

If/when you finish Geno’s sculpture will you be able to program it to move? Like animation?

I’m not familiar with 3d modeling

this is a very good question, actually! cause the easy answer is yes, absolutely. the more complicated answer is that the topology i've modeled is optimized for sculpture rather than animation, so to turn it into an animated character and get clean movement i would have to make some modifications around the sections that deform the most (shoulders, elbows, knees, etc). brief lunchtime course in topology under the cut :)

the topology or 'wireframe' of a character represents the polygons. and each polygon is defined by vertices which are the actual coordinates stored in the computer that tells it to render these objects!

on the left is the sculpt that im working on, and on the right is the 'smoothed' version where the computer calculates a curved spline between points instead of a flat polygon (with certain specific case like where i've told it to 'crease' edges which will keep the sharp polygon line).

My goal in this sculpt (like the skate and the helmet and the gear) was to keep polycount as low as possible to give myself the cleanest lines in a way similar to how i process drawings. This means i have large shapes with as few polygons as i can get away with, so there's certain areas that have very very few polygons entirely. The biggest example of this is the back and the shoulder/arm connection:

if i were topologizing this for animation the 'wireframe' lines would be concentrated where deformation happens. So when I raise the arm the shoulder would have enough geo to stay defined and smooth instead of stretching. right now if i bent his elbow it would cause this problem. luckily, im only planning to bend his elbow for a few poses in a final sculpt - so when i finish with the pose i will go back in and add whatever extra geo is necessary.

anyway the purpose of my sculpting with as little polygons as i can is to keep the silhouette as well as keeping it as clean as possible so that it'll look good in toon shaders. (you can see the 'active points' is under 4k' in the corner there)

the best example i have of this is the face which is absolutely not done so dont judge me but its finally at a point where it doesnt look too terrifying:

on the right is the quick sculpt i did just to get a feel for his face in 3D - this was done with clay sculpting and you can see even though i used the hard surface brush its made up of millions of little vertices so doesn't have that 'clean' look. the goal is to make the gray spaces between as flat as possible to make that toon 2D look in 3D. :)

my face topology is based off which lines i want to 'show' as my 'drawing' lines and wouldn't necessarily result in good animation. geno's lips are driving me crazy - i have so many photos and still they aren't good enough. there's that bow shape on his bottom lip that i'm trying to recreate in geo and its slow going. i take a break from whatever apps or shit im working on, tinker with his lip shape for a half hour, and then go back to working lol.

here's an example of a hard surface object which doesn't deform (because if a helmet squishes thats....thats probably a very bad sign for the player) and so can be as high res as i want it to be to get the level of detail i want:

why am i doing all this? i dunno im crazy. sometime in october a character artist from a big name studio told me my portfolio needed to reflect their 'style' more if i wanted to be hired there and my reaction was well fuck this im figuring out what my OWN style looks like in 3D. probably not the smartest career move. (ive spent 10 years in this industry and i have been a chameleon the entire time blending into everyone else's style. if im spending my own money on this i want it to be mine)

but, going back to the original question, my vision back in october was a beauty sculpt of geno in some action shot - on the ice with the puck or celly. and the sculpt would be crisp and clean and lit with sharp angular lights like how i draw (getting his cheekbone right is a must and makes me cry). and on a turntable. so thats the goal, no animation necessary, and its looking like i might get there in the next month. :)

the, uh, torso sculpt is cause i want to do an extra pose of him looking sexy in his locker stall with his armor gear and shit (pants ON though, you can see i have not sculpted past the waist :P). thats just for me lmao.

[firespirited]

RoboDoc was a very fun watch, all four hours of it. It's an extended commentary about the original film from conception to aftermath and going scene by scene. Crew by crew.

My biggest takeaway is that the sound design oscar was well deserved, the suit does not work without the clever sound effects and constant droning. The stunts and practical effects teams deserve way more credit, I really hope they were able to take that portfolio reel and demand much more money in later jobs. The dude who was animating and editing "robovision" with no computer assistance at all (the "thermal imagery" was done by painting folks in bodysuits to look like thermal imagery and compositing it onto the scene frame by frame) and the guy who made the robo-face deserve the world.

There were also so many ways it nearly went wrong:

The mime instructor was brought in when Peter Weller couldn't move in the robot suit and shut down production because he'd trained to move like a fast robot in hockey gear. The mime guy goes "Well, suit team: you need to cut articulation into this thing and Peter you need to move like a very heavy trapped animal". Saved the film with a single day on set.

Verhoeven was unknown and barely spoke english: he would act out every role, demand more gore, screamed at everyone, didn't explain his vision, told pretty much every cast and crew member they were personally responsible for messing up the film on the regular, ignored safety protocols. About 80% forgave him when they saw the film: suddenly all that made sense (and the royalty cheques started rolling in). I think the other 20% would punch him on sight. I hope one day one of them does.

Makeup had to go on strike so their demands about shooting close-up shots first, action scenes later because the appliances would get damaged were actually heard.

Peter Weller's acting is brilliant but he went full method (robo and murphy only) and he was at work getting into the suit for up to ten hours before anyone else arrived. so he'd be cranky and perfectionist once 'work' started for everyone else (and his own weirdo trumpet playing, zen but inflexible, not partying with the rest but getting lots of ladies) which alienated a bunch of the cast, at least during filming when tensions were high.

Every single actor on set gave it their best. There is so much that would not work if they weren't invested in making their own characters unique, working in teams and actually selling these absurd situations.

The editing and pacing. There is such a fine line to walk to make the cheesiness work with the ultraviolence along with the comedy. You get that wrong, you get Showgirls. (yes I like Showgirls, minus *that* scene and viewed as unintentional camp, but it is undeniably cringy because it doesn't pull away to fake adverts at just the right time). The MPAA forced them to cut OTT violence scenes - again, this makes the film much better. When you see what was cut, you understand how it could have been a stupid slasher or too silly.

Stunt guy nearly got maimed so many times. I really hope they have better work conditions now.

They decided to shoot in Texas to sAvE MoNEy by paying people less. The heat nearly made the actors quit and people came to blows.

[caffeinated-eccentric-polymorph]

Kai-yaking through life

Episode One

23/08/2024

I'm going to Quebec in less than two weeks to participate to my first ever theatre festival. That sentence still feels unreal to me, yet I've known about this for the last 6 months.

I've been doing theatre since I was 13. I'm 20. And in less than two weeks I'm taking a flight to another continent to perform alongside professionals comedians.

When I come back home, I' going to participate in =my region's biggest ever choir: around 1000 people coming together to sing.

Then I'll get back into singing lessons, start ukulele lessons and an aromatherapy course.

When I got out of school nearly three years ago, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my time here. Now I think I know. I might have to work odd jobs alongside this, but no matter how much capitalism tries to convince me that if you're not in Hollywood you have no chance as an artist, my ambitions are set. Over the last 2 years I've met some amazing people, many of which are t least part-time artists, and a good chunk of those were along my age, at most 6 years older. That showed me it's possible.

Now, those last 2 years (not counting the first of the 3 years, as I was recovering from severe depression) have been... volatile maybe could be a word to describe them? I've found a reason to get up[ in the morning (multiple even), but I wasn't too sure what to do with them. So I settled into a nice little in-between area of life and made it my comfort zone. I'm still not too sure of how, but I've decided to do something with these reasons to live. To enjoy them and build my life around them. I kind of started doing that: I started going to shows a lot more, going to events, creating again, seeing friends and doing fun stuff with them... But I was missing something. I was treating all of that as a side thing. It was more of how I saw my life outside school when I was still in it than my life period.

Except I'm not at school anymore. So outside of that, I felt trapped. By boredom, but also by the impending doom of not knowing what to do with my life.

Sometimes we fail to see the door right in front of us until it hits us in the face. The concerts I participated to for Music Day in my town was the start of me hitting the door. Including that one pro musician who played with us taking me aside to tell me I had potential and should really shoot my shot in music - and not just as a hobby.

The festival being in 2 weeks makes it very real. And that's the rest of the hit.

So, I'm an artist! What now? Well I still have a lot of stuff to figure out, both pertaining to that and just, the rest of my messy life in general.

First I'll focus on the festival. Then, I'll rest and focus on the choir. Once that's done and I'm settled in my courses, I'll start other things. In the meantime though, I am working on an action plan that'll probably have its own post.

Amongst the individual things I'd like to tackle are: making my space feel fully mine again, make my own clothing patterns, make my own clothing, make costumes/cosplays, start an online esoteric shop, publish a book, celebrates the Sabbats more, code my own portfolio, and run a blog. At least it's what comes to mind right now.

Posting this, my adventure has officially started... And I welcome you to come along if you so wish!

Read you soon, Kai 🧭🌟

[gregceephoto1]

Capturing the Spirit of Sports: Greg Cee, Atlanta's Premier Sports Photographer

In the fast-paced world of sports, Sports Photographers In Atlanta is both an art and a science. Whether it's the intensity of a football game, the grace of a ballet performance, or the sheer energy of a basketball dunk, a skilled sports photographer can make all the difference. When it comes to sports photography in Atlanta, one name stands out above the rest: Greg Cee. With a keen eye for detail and a passion for capturing the essence of sports, Greg Cee has established himself as the go-to photographer for athletes and sports enthusiasts alike.

Who is Greg Cee?

Greg Cee is a renowned sports photographer based in Atlanta, Georgia. With years of experience under his belt, Greg has perfected the art of sports photography, bringing a unique blend of creativity and technical expertise to every shoot. His work is characterized by its vibrant energy, dynamic compositions, and the ability to freeze moments in time that tell a story.

The Art of Sports Photography

Sports photography is not just about pointing and shooting. It requires a deep understanding of the sport, anticipation of the action, and the ability to capture split-second moments that convey the drama and excitement of the game. Greg Cee excels in this domain, using his extensive knowledge of various sports to anticipate and capture the most compelling moments.

Why Choose Greg Cee?

Choosing a sports photographer is a critical decision for any athlete or sports organization. Here are a few reasons why Greg Cee stands out:

Experience and Expertise: With years of experience in the field, Greg has honed his skills to perfection. His portfolio includes a wide range of sports, from football and basketball to gymnastics and track and field.

Cutting-Edge Equipment: Greg uses the latest camera equipment and technology to ensure the highest quality images. His expertise with different lenses and settings allows him to capture stunning, high-resolution photos in any lighting condition.

Personalized Approach: Greg understands that every athlete and sport is unique. He takes the time to get to know his clients, understand their needs, and tailor his approach to deliver the best possible results.

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Greg Cee offers a wide range of services to cater to the diverse needs of his clients. These include:

Action Shots: Capturing the intensity and excitement of live sports events.

Portraits: Professional athlete portraits that highlight their personality and achievements.

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Greg's clients rave about his work. Here are a few testimonials:

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Booking and Contact Information

If you're looking for the best sports photographer in Atlanta, look no further than Greg Cee. You can view his portfolio and contact him for bookings through his website at Sports Photographers In Atlanta .

[ardn716oskarmccamish]

Week 9

1.

Key Aims? 

To create a realistic company that I could run, taking photos for wilderness brands to use within their stores or advertisements.

How does the campaign seek to achieve it?

By creating an online portfolio of work which can be accessed both in form of a website and in form of an Instagram. The Instagram is more informal and is used as a tool directing potential clients to the website which is a more focused look at what the brand is and what it can do for them.

What are the primary deliverables?

Website - featuring the range of photos I have taken. Also included will be Mockups of how the work might look on (Northface, Macpac)

Instagram - Showcasing my photos through informative, visually appealing reels, questionnaires and behind the scenes of the shots 

Reflective Statement - 800-1000 words

How would you determine it was successful?

If my brand is presented in a way which is easy to understand for others, looks professional and attracts target clients.

How has the project evolved and changed?

At first the project was based around my experiences in Beachlands and the different places in my hometown that are important to me however I found that this does not match my future goal of pursuing photography in the outdoors for companies like macpac, or documenting other places like National Geographic.

2.

Next 3 actions?

Finalise logo and Brand Name

Create Instagram and website

Design both pages incorporating all current work into them

Summarise in a few sentences the current state of your campaign?

I am very happy with the state of my photographs so far however I believe there is still 1 or 2 shots I would like to try and capture if I have the time.

Last 2 weeks?

I have been taking more photos and developing a feel and look for the brand including a logo. I have also been mocking up my best photos as if they were used for Kathmandu as a client.

What is yet to do?

Develop Website and Instagram.

Post Accordingly

Challenges?

I have never created a website before so this will be a first for me however I am excited to see what I can do with my limited knowledge and time.

Scheduling one last shoot with my peer buddy (Brooke) as a hiker somewhere like Omana Esplanade.

Solutions that will support the most?

Following the plan of actions as I have wrote them and making sure I am showing my process throughout my blog and that it is up to date.