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comicaurora · 2 years ago

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Hello Red! I'm happy to say you've inspired me to start drawing comics, but the biggest issue I've encountered is that it takes actually forever. I'm always really happy I did it when I'm done but it's hard to convince myself to start when I know a couple panels is gonna take me days. So I was wondering if you had any advice regarding streamlining the process for time efficiency or keeping up motivation for long projects, and, if you remember, how long a page took you when you first started vs how long it takes now?

Hoo boy. Yeah, I can help out with that. The very first page of the comic took me, if I'm recalling correctly, a full week. No other projects or pages, just this.

A lot of work went into details that are frankly impossible to see, though I am still glad I did it, both as a learning experience and because I felt like I owed it to Vash to do it some justice before I squished it in twelve pages.

Hell, if you look closely, you can even see the cavalcade of little visual errors I missed because I didn't have it in me to do a seventeenth cleanup pass after a week straight of drawing tiny houses. Getting faster meant I'd have more energy left to polish the pages and get them looking nicer.

The process of getting faster has been kind of a fits-and-starts situation. Drawing that many humanoid figures over and over again eventually means you just get better at the parts you're less sure of, so the process of lining the pages has gotten rather faster since I don't need to burn as much time getting the character poses and lines right. Currently, depending on page complexity, I can fairly consistently get 3-5 pages fully lined in one night. Backgrounds have also gotten faster, and I tend to do those in large batches, sometimes filling out entire chapters with location backgrounds and skyboxes because the scene location isn't going to change and that makes it easier to keep it consistent.

Initially my backgrounds were both more complicated and worse-looking, which is a bad combination.

I ended up deciding between chapters that painstakingly lining a bunch of background trees probably wasn't worth the effort, and worked on finding a shortcut that would work better. I ended up doing something a little more lineless, a shortcut I initially discovered because I didn't want to plug in my drawing tablet and was playing around with things I could do with just my trackpad.

It was simpler, faster, not too jarring, and it meant my clearly-lined foreground figures were more naturally visually separated from the distant background. Win-win-win.

For the style of coloring I do, I tend to shade before I add color, though this is a shortcut I didn't figure out until something like chapter 6. This process is also pretty fast, all things considered, though I've had a lot of practice doing this kind of cel shading which is why I can hammer out a lot of pages' worth of shading quite quickly.

I like working in batches of about one scene, often broken up into subgroups of 4-6 pages at a time, so I can't give a front-to-back turnaround for an individual page - but I also think this kind of assembly-line process has sped up the process overall and makes it more fun for me, because I can storyboard basically as far in advance as I want to, which in turn makes it easier for me to motivate myself to keep going, because I know there's all kinds of good stuff I'm looking forward to drawing down the line. There's some good shit I'm excited for in Chapter 21, and bursts of enthusiasm on the storyboard end of things often translate to enthusiasm on the page-finalizing end which makes it easier to slog through even the tedious bits.

As a bonus, working ahead means the story's got a better chance of making sense and having good pacing when it's read back as an archive. Another win-win.

Overall the greatest optimization tool I can recommend is just working on the project. There's no better way to identify the parts that feel unnecessarily slow and could be changed, or the parts of your art you're unsure of that need polish to get more speedy. If you're planning on publishing the comic anywhere, I recommend building up a buffer beforehand - something like the first chapter (or in my case, first three chapters) will give you a very good sense of what parts need more practice or improvement as you move forward. And it is genuinely easier to motivate yourself to continue if you have an audience giving you positive feedback and/or panicking at what you're doing to their darlings.

#asks #art stuff #writing stuff

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girldirectionsource · 4 years ago

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hey!! could you recommend any long wlw fics?? preferably more than 70k words. thanks:)

Hi! Unfortunately, there aren’t that many longer girl direction fics but I do have two amazing ones to rec you that are both over 100k:

You Make Lovin’ Fun by @homosociallyyours

Harry is a 28 year old travel writer at a gay magazine who gets the assignment to go a lesbian cruise. She figures it's a nice chance to have some fun in the sun, but she's not expecting much else-- even if her partner and best friend are both encouraging her to hook up with someone while she's there.

When she locks eyes with a gorgeous silver fox from across the room, she starts to think she could've been wrong. There are lots of things standing in the way of anything real happening with her and Louis, but that doesn't stop them from falling for one another. True love isn't always easy, but they do make lovin' fun.

Crazy and Infectious by @star55

“Y’know,” Louis starts. “While we’ve got our phones out, you should give me your number. In case they ask who referred them.” “Oh, they don’t do that,” Harry replies as she locks her phone. “They’re not the kind of company who keeps tabs on who refers who.” Louis raises her eyebrows and smiles at this beautiful girl. “Harry,” she says slowly. “I’m hitting on you.”

A Shades of Pink story in which we flash back to find out just how Louis and Harry actually got together.

(If you haven’t read it yet, the entire Shades of Pink (Crazy in Love) series is over 400k at this point and I highly recommend checking it out!)

more under the cut!

And then here are some recs between 50k and 70k:

I love your demons (like devils can) by ariadne_odair

"I am right here," she says loudly, and she can almost hear the crack when Louis' head whips around to stare at her.

"Why?" Louis asks, and Harry feels her insides shrivel up and die.

Harry didn’t plan to join the football team. She didn’t plan to sleep with the captain of the football team. She definitely didn’t plan to sleep with the closeted captain of the football team, who promptly acted as if nothing happened and left Harry a pathetic, pining mess.

The Changer and the Changed by @homosociallyyours

It’s the spring of 1977 and Harry Styles has just moved to New York City after graduating college. She knows she’s a lesbian. She just needs to figure out how to meet other lesbians.

Louis Tomlinson works at a popular women’s bookstore in the Lower East Side, Womon’s Direction, where she spends her days reading feminist literature, writing poetry, exchanging friendly barbs with her boss Niall, and dreaming of finding someone to love.

When Harry and Louis meet, their connection is instantaneous. Slowly but surely, Louis welcomes Harry into her community of women. Stonewall veteran and old school butch Niall; Liam, a land dyke who’s moved to the city for love; and Zayn, a lesbian musician who’s been ostracized by a vocal part of women’s community for being trans, welcome Harry with open arms, ready to help her find her place in New York City’s bustling lesbian scene.

It’s a time of growth for everyone involved.

If I Was Stronger by @haloeverlasting

Harry’s fingers find her lips, in a silent moment of wonder and reverie, and her knees wobble as she’s assaulted with the image of Louis, right here in her bedroom, with her light blue eyes, and her gentle hands, and Harry feels an overwhelming rush and longing to reach out and touch. She imagines Louis stepping towards her slowly, treading lightly with her fingers on her cheek, where Harry’s dimple may appear, and whether Harry would like it if Louis’ thin lips found hers.

With her eyes closed, she imagines Louis standing very close, and she finds the wait to be agonizing, but when she goes to close the distance, there’s no one besides herself in her bedroom.

Harry lets out a breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. She feels tingly, and hot, and absolutely terrified, but the next time she looks in the mirror, she sees someone she knows intimately. She sees that girl with bright green eyes, and unruly hair, and parted lips, and she loses her breath a moment, because while she knows that girl inside and out, she hasn’t been honest with herself until… well, now.

“I might be gay.”

A Girl Direction AU where Louis holds universes inside her, and Harry just wants to hold her.

That Smile and That Midnight Laugh by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

Harry’s never noticed how lovely Louis really is. Maybe it’s just that she’s usually so guarded – a little tense, a little irritated, a little put out. At least when she’s at school, and also usually when she’s around Nick, which are the only times Harry has really seen her. Until tonight. Tonight Harry’s seen her with her guard completely down. Too busy laughing and enjoying herself to remember to be prickly, maybe. She seems different.

It feels different.

A Ferris Bueller's Day Off AU that picks up right where the movie leaves off, and imagines what might happen if Ferris' girlfriend and sister become friends. And maybe something more, too.

Sea Asunder by @cupcakentea

It’s only then, as Anne elegantly sits at the other end of the table, that Louis realises there’s a third set of cutlery and plate laid out on the side between them. She feels something twist in her belly, right when the sound of small heels coming closer echoes from the drawing room. She looks at Anne’s side, where the door she came from remains ajar. But she realises, as the steps slow down, that the one on hers is wide open. She feels the hair on her neck standing up slightly with what feels like a shift in the very atmosphere of the room. A gravitational pull that passes right by her side with no words, no sound, just a disturbance of the air. There she is.

A Portrait of a Lady on Fire AU

i must admit i thought i’d like to make you mine by @disgruntledkittenface

Louis fell apart when her ex broke up with her and moved across the country. Just as she’s starting to move on, Zayn comes back to town for their mutual friends’ wedding – with a new girlfriend as her plus one.

Blindsided and scrambling to save face, Louis lets herself get talked into a fake relationship with her new friend Harry. Their arrangement makes Louis feel pathetic and embarrassed, but it’s only going to last a few weeks. She just has to get through the wedding – what could happen?

And here some fics I found while putting this together that I haven’t read yet but which look good!

into the great wide open by @ficshl

It only took a week or so for Harry to truly get into the routine of life on the road. They woke before dawn each morning, ate a small meal, packed up the tent and rounded up the livestock, all before setting out. On a good day, they could make it twenty miles. There hadn’t been many bad ones, but Louis confessed that on a previous trip there had been a solid week where they hadn’t made it more than five miles a day. Soon, Louis promised, animals would start going lame, and wheels would start breaking, and people would start going hungry. The beginning was the easiest, and the end was doable only because the hope of finishing the trek fueled everyone. It was the middle bit, with the tedious marching hundreds of miles from any settlement, that people succumbed to the journey.

Safe and warm in your coat of arms by frenchkiss

If she's being completely honest with herself, Louis didn't want a girlfriend. She had fully intended to head off to university, fuck around a bit, and be the lesbian that her hometown hadn't let her be.

Too bad fate wanted to throw a spanner in the works. A tall, curly haired cherub of a spanner who tends to answer to the name Harry, to be exact.

Me, Her, And The Moon by star55

All Louis wants to do is survive secondary school and her A Levels, be the best sister that she can possibly be to her five sisters, and train as hard as possible to be her family’s future alpha. She doesn’t expect to meet her mate on the first day of school and have her entire world changed.

#i hope this is helpful!#50 to 60k #60 to 70k #100k+#Anonymous

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thetriggeredhappy · 5 years ago

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61 for heavy and medic, pls??? 💙 -blu-

today we’re gonna play a fun game called “spot the starkid reference” ft some very domestic and sappy heavymedic content. (warning for passing mention of medic doing medic-y things)

#61. Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp.

“Doktor did not eat dinner,” Heavy observed, standing in the doorway of the infirmary. Medic didn’t even look up at him before he hummed dismissively, which made Heavy sigh.

Medic loved experimentation. Everyone on the team knew that. Absolutely every chance he got—every time Miss Pauling had a spare, fresh cadaver—he would spend his time going to town, experimenting with electricity or chemicals, with replacement organs, everything. What he didn’t love was the paperwork surrounding it, the amount of effort it took to get black market exotic animals or their organs—made easier through Mann Co. and their suppliers, many of whom were already just black market with additional bureaucracy, but that bureaucracy was frustrating and tedious—and the amount of notes that followed, writing down observations as quickly as he could remember them when he was finished so they wouldn’t be forgotten, then spending large spans of time trying to write them a second time in a more organized fashion so they would actually be useable.

Heavy wasn’t entirely sure what Medic was working on just then, the ordering or the revising, but he knew he’d missed dinner because of it, and that was a bad thing. He understood Medic missing a meal because he was getting his hands dirty, but the paperwork could very much wait.

He left the infirmary again, going and stacking some amount of the leftovers on a plate and wrapping a layer of plastic over it to keep it warm, taking a fork and spoon as well before walking back over. Medic hadn’t moved an inch when he got back, too laser-focused on his work.

Heavy set the fork and spoon down on the piece of paper Medic was writing on, which was enough to get him to look up, at least. Then he quickly shuffled the paper aside as Heavy put down the plate.

“Eat, Doktor,” he instructed gently.

Medic’s eyebrows furrowed. “Heavy, I am working,” he said, a little shortly.

“Is not important. Eating is important. Doktor will waste away at tiny desk,” Heavy replied, tone gentle.

Medic looked like he was going to argue more, but Heavy unwrapped the plate and presumably he smelled the food and realized how hungry he was, looking down at it with some amount of surprise.

Heavy pulled over the chair Medic kept nearby to sit down with him while he dug in. When they’d first arrived, it wasn’t actually big enough for Heavy to fit in correctly. But then one day it had been broken during some incident, and when Medic replaced it, he’d gotten one of a size that Heavy could comfortably use. Once he was sat down, he started speaking quietly, if haltingly, about everything that happened at dinner. An argument, a second argument, and a joke that Demo made at Spy’s mild expense was apparently very good but that Heavy didn’t quite understand.

“It is a pun, but Heavy is not sure for what,” he said when he recounted it.

Medic raised the back of his hand to his mouth for the sake of politeness until his mouth was clear, then spoke. “Well, Charlotte is a name, and the word charlatan sounds similar to it. It usually means, er... like a con artist. A more, er... more extravagant word to use for a liar or fraud. And often nicknames, especially in English, are just shortened to the first part. So the alias Spy had used was Charlotte, short for charlatan, ja?”

Heavy followed along, and laughed when understanding finally hit, loud and unabashed. Medic chuckled as well, returning to eating. “Thank you for explaining, Doktor. That is very good joke,” he said, extremely pleased.

“It’s a shame I missed it,” Medic agreed, taking a moment to ball up the plastic wrap and drop it into the trash can, putting the fork and spoon back on the plate to set aside. He looked aimlessly over his desks, apparently only just then noticing the wide spread of papers and not sure where he’d left off.

“Doktor has worked hard, should take break,” Heavy said, tone dropping down to something quieter.

“Out of the question,” Medic said shortly, managing to find his pen from within the piles of paper and searching for whichever paper he’d been working on. “There is too much that needs doing.”

Heavy took Medic’s wrist in one massive hand, and Medic didn’t startle so much as go alert, looking up at him. He kept his expression serious. “Should take break,” he repeated, more slowly, more firmly.

Medic deflated, even if he still didn’t speak for a little while. Hesitated. “Ten minutes, then I’m getting back to work,” he said.

Heavy smiled. “Good,” he agreed, and stood, guiding Medic to his feet and a half-step in, then promptly pulling him into a ginger embrace.

After a moment or two of returning it, Medic exhaled heavily. “All you are going to do is hug me?” he asked, tone pointed, and Heavy laughed, moving back to instead pull Medic up into a kiss.

Medic’s arms went around his waist. Heavy was a large man, and often in the past his lovers hadn’t quite been able to get their arms all the way around him. But Medic was no small man himself, and could generally at least lace his fingers together around Heavy’s back when they embraced, and could make it around his waist when they were kissing.

Long, lazy minutes were spent that way, exchanging gentle kisses, Medic humming happily between each of them. He felt his thoughts drifting, his breath starting to get away from him a little, and he was snapped back into reality when he suddenly felt Medic’s hands dip below the back of his shirt where it often rode up when he was leaned forward like this, starting to draw circles against his skin in terribly pleasant little motions.

He broke the kiss with a gasp, having not realized how deep it had gotten when he wasn’t paying attention. Medic was grinning, some part of it a bit sharp in a way that others sometimes found unsettling.

“Doktor,” Heavy said, and a shiver went up through his back when Medic’s motions widened rather than stopping. “Said ten minutes.”

“I know,” he replied lightly, the barest shade of defensive.

“Door is unlocked,” he said more pointedly.

Medic huffed, leaning up to nip at Heavy’s jaw in lieu of pouting. “If someone comes in here and doesn’t like what they find, that is their problem, not mine,” he said, the tiniest bit testy.

Heavy gave him a Look.

“Fine, then I’ll go lock it,” Medic said next, an edge of complaint starting to creep into view, but he was stopped when Heavy didn’t let go of him to let him move away.

“Doktor will complain at Heavy if he gets very much distracted,” he chided.

“When have I ever done that?” Medic asked, brows furrowing.

“This morning. Also morning before. Also during weekend, and weekend before that—“

“Ja, alright, fine, I get it,” Medic mumbled, leaning in to kiss at Heavy’s neck a few more times, then sighing. “Fine. At least just...”

Heavy waited for Medic to finish his sentence.

“At least sit with me,” he finally requested.

Heavy nodded without even really needing to think about it. “Heavy can do this,” he said easily.

“Vielen Dank,” he said, relaxing a bit.

Heavy dipped into Medic’s room briefly to get the book he’d left there, returning and pulling the chair even just slightly closer and sitting down to read. After a few minutes of Heavy and Medic’s reading and writing in silence respectively, Medic stretched a hand forward across the desk. Heavy reflexively closed the gap, lacing their fingers together on the tabletop. Turning pages became a bit of an issue, but that was alright. He would deal with a lot of inconveniences for his Doktor. Heavy loved him.

From the fact that Medic stopped writing several long moments before he stopped kneading little circles against the back of Heavy’s hand when he finally drifted off, falling asleep right there over his paperwork as he so often did, well, that was what told Heavy that Medic loved him too.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #heavymedic #shut up me #my fanfiction #real sappy established relationship? it's more likely than you think

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georgesmithunit19 · 6 years ago

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10 Minute Lesson Project: Video Process

01.02.19

I am here, and I have finally finished my video for this teaching project. It took around 14 hours if I had to estimate (not in one sitting, over two weeks). It’s interesting that it took so long to create a three minute and thirty second video—which reminds me of Wallace and Gromit and how long that took to create just one single frame. I think that the final piece is decent. It’s not like I’m extremely pleased with it, but overall I do like it and I am proud of what I’ve created. I think that it is good for what it is and does its job well; to teach a young class about a chosen subject while also still being fun. At the time of writing, I have not yet imported sound, nor have I created the work sheet that I will be handing out after the video has finished playing, but I will add the sound later, and I will probably detail that later on in this post when I have (if not it will be in a separate post). The work sheet process will most likely be a separate post.

Now I must write about my process of the entire thing. Now, I’m not about to bore everyone and use 50 screenshots detailing every single thing that I did throughout, but I have some of the most important ones, which I will be talking about briefly. So firstly, how it all started. I made black solid layer and immediately got to animating the words to come onto the screen. I’d had the idea to have each word separately fly onto the screen to form a sentence for a while, and now was time to put that idea in to motion. This wasn’t so hard to do, but it definitely took the longest time to make out of everything that is in the video. It was very tedious to be honest, there was a lot of duplicating and fiddling with layers etc. The final animation of these parts honestly doesn’t look great, since some of the words follow each other a bit slowly, but I couldn’t do anything about that as that would interrupt everything that came after it.

Once I’d done this part, and added all the easy ease to make it look more fluid, I decided to use a technique that I had recently learned from Irene, which involves using trim paths to create some confetti-like things that look like they’re flying around the place. Here’s a link to my experience with this technique. I made the colours correspond to the flags of the UK and USA, which conveniently have the same colours (albeit with different shades).

The screenshot below shows a dark screen with a flag in the background. This was the first image to appear after the black screen, which I made fade out using opacity keyframes. I chose to start with USA for no particular reason, and then move onto the Union Jack shortly after. A lot of the early parts of this video are drawn out maybe a little longer than they should be due to me being stressed over the fact that I needed to get the video to four minutes. I was taught by another tutor how to make the flag wave a bit using some technique called turbulent displace, which I couldn’t tell you how to do now, but it definitely adds to the video, instead of having static footage. In fact, I originally had planned to have footage for every single different segment of the video, but I was quickly shot down as soon as I visited various different stock footage websites, and found that there was a lot of bad footage. That or it was incredibly expensive. I quickly abandoned the idea of trying to find footage for flags, though luckily, I was much more fortunate in my search for other footage of the later sections.

I wrote out some messages that would appear on screen while the flags would be in the background, like “I hope that you enjoy, and learn something new.” and the screenshot below. I had them last for a while to draw out the video, but I also knew that drawing something out for so long would not be entertaining for an audience, so I didn’t go overboard, hopefully. Not much else to say about this screenshot.

Now I will briefly talk about some of the footage and images that I used for the video. This first part of the video was going to be about the vocabulary, by the way. The first image that I used was one of a faucet, or tap. I got all of my images from Unsplash, and footage was from Pexels. I simply placed the image and then had it move slightly throughout its duration of being there, so that it wouldn’t look too boring. Next, I made the flags that I would be using to differentiate each word. There was a lot of duplicating and then removing things etc. I wrote a word out, and then parented that word to the image of the flag, so that they would move at the same time, but I could simply edit the word to whatever I wanted to without everything messing up. I tried to get each flag and word to move on the screen in a unique way, though I ended up running out of ideas later on, so some of them copy the earlier ones, but I don’t think you would really think that unless I pointed it out. Like right now. I chose to screenshot this scene, as I really like the footage that I chose for it—it may be my favourite footage. Not much else to say, though there were some more creative ones that I did after this one, like with the cinema, I made the words appear on the big screen. The footage for the apartment scene was also nice, it almost looks like I went out and filmed it myself.

Another scene I liked was this one below, of a girl walking on the street, wearing trainers/sneakers. The way that it is zoomed in looks really good, as well as the flags that fall onto the screen, and then fall off at the end. I think that the contrast between the real life footage with the little icons I made in Illustrator is probably best showcased here, in my opinion. After this was a football/soccer scene, where I ran into a little mishap—there was this short black screen that appeared for half a second, which I was able to avoid by duplicating the footage and moving part of it just before the glitch, which covered it up nicely. That’s pretty much it for this screenshot.

The next part of the video was going to be about spelling, which may be my favourite aesthetically pleasing segment that I made throughout the video. I really like the specific image of the flag, along with the white text over the top of it. I tried to keep it lighthearted, and added a little “(yay!)” under the big word “Spelling”. Some people may catch it. I’ve noticed that throughout the video, the font seems to switch up a lot. I always used the same font, yet it still looked different.

The first part of this category would start with the motorway/highway, which again, very aesthetically pleasing to me. I think that it is pretty perfect footage for this particular part. After this was one about colour/color, which also had the same error that the football/soccer scene had. I was able to cover it using the same technique. After this, theater/theatre, meter/metre, which I think I chose a pretty nice image for from Unsplash, and then organize/organise, which again had some really cool footage to accompany it, and it also looks like I could have filmed it.

Next is undeniably my favourite scene from the whole video. It was of a plane that was just barely in the shot, while there were clouds blowing across the screen. I used this to my advantage and decided to try something new with the animated flags and words. This time, I lowered the opacity of both flags once the cloud went over it. Also, the way they appear on the screen also looks really good (albeit unintentional) as they look as if they’re blowing onto the screen following a cloud that seems to have blown them along with it. The whiter the screen got, the more I lowered the opacity of the flags—even going down to 15% when a big cloud essentially covered the screen. I think that this ended up looking really good, and honestly like it could be a separate thing of its own. I’m hoping my audience will be able to catch the words, with them being covered by the clouds as well. It doesn’t help that the words in this case are incredibly similar; traveled/travelled.

After this was the segment that introduced prepositions into the video. I didn’t exactly know what those were, so I thought I would add a little “(what?)” under the word, just a little lighthearted addition, as I assumed that not everybody would know the word either. Also, before this, I typed: “You made it! Now it’s time for...”. In retrospect, this may seem like I’m being patronizing, but at the end of the day, this was created with the intention of appealing to younger people.

Next, I thought about how I wanted these prepositions to be for awhile, until coming up with the idea of having a chalkboard as a way of teaching. I had no idea what stock footage of image that I would use, so I thought to just make my own thing this time. I took to Illustrator and started working on a little scene that would have a chalkboard in. The chalkboard itself was easy to create. I just made a square and gave it a slight dark grey to darker grey gradient. Just to give it some slight detail. I also did this with the wall in the back, just going from light purple to a more blue purple. I made a border for the chalkboard, and added some chalk sticks using the rounded rectangle tool. I resized them and placed them on the corner of the board. Then next thing I made was the window on the right. This was easy to make, all I did was create a little scene of some hills, and some clouds, then blur them using the gaussian blur to make the whole scene look like it was in the distance. I then made a border around this, and them thick line through the middle to make it look like a window frame.

The last thing that I did for this scene was create a little picture for the wall. I made a white rectangle and then gave it a drop shadow. I made a small rectangle and then made some triangles to cut into the rectangle. I then coloured it the same as the border of the chalkboard, and shrunk it. I then duplicated it and placed it over the paper on the wall—to look like tape. I then made a character out of some shapes and the pen tool. I guess you could call it an Easter egg, since it kind of resembles me.

After this graphic, I made the second to last segment—Past vs Present Tense. I got another American flag and placed it into the background. This lead into the final part of the lesson which was just using the graphic that I made of the chalkboard again, and then it came to the final slide, which thanks the audience, and then fades to black, which I did by getting a solid shape layer which I coloured black, and adding a keyframe at the start set to 0%, which moved to 100% at the end.

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saturnphasing-blog · 6 years ago

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Restless Compromise

Word Count: 3,112

Characters: Alegría Herrera, Everett Lakey, Tom Holland

Warnings: none

A/N: I have 24.6K words of this story, SOOOOO

Part Two

You set your alarm at 5:30 A.M. and at that time you woke up, you were glad you set your alarm so early since you hated getting up in the morning. You turned on music on your phone, hoping you'd be able to hear it from the kitchen. The coffee brewer gave off little exhales of vapor, filling your kitchen with the lovely smell of morning coffee. As it brewed, you took a shower, you closed your eyes as the warm water hit your face and cascaded down your body. You lathered on Dove soap on your shoulders, appreciating the blossom smell it left on your skin. Your hair was bubbly with Pantene Curl Perfection conditioner. After shutting off the water and wrapping the towel around your body, you poured coffee into a cup, and took it to your room. The time was 6:03 A.M., you'd do your makeup, choose an outfit. You got your Morphe 35W palette and mixed the orange with one of the light browns on your crease, cleaning your eyelid with your concealer to add a lighter shade in the middle, as well as some glitter. You squinted your eyes, took a deep inhale, and carefully drew a slightly diagonal line from the outer corner of your eye moving away from your eye. You examined the line, exhaled and drew another line connecting at the end of the previous line, this time moving towards your eye again. You filled in the spaces with black liquid, and continued to fix and tweak your first wing. When you finished, you let out a heavy sigh, making the other wing match was near impossible. You held your breath while you drew a line from the outer corner towards your eyebrow, you looked at both of your eyes, close enough. You repeated the cycle from earlier, your left eye always looked slightly off as it was just smaller and more hooded than your right eye. After the tedious process of drawing on your winged eyeliner, you curled your lashes and applied a very thin layer of Elf 3-in-1 mascara. You dabbed a little bit of a tan glimmery shade on your inner corners and smiled at your reflection. Your makeup looked presentable at least. You took a swig of coffee, savoring the bitter milkiness of it all. You looked at the half-full cup tentatively, ��why not?” You grinned and chugged what was left. Little misbehaviours made your life a little sweeter. You repeated your little dressing ritual, staring into the mortal eyes of your clothes to decide what was appropriate. "Hey Everett, this is Alegría Herrera. Is there a dress code I'm supposed to follow?" you hit send, crossing your fingers that he would reply soon. You picked out some outfits that included black jeans ripped at the knee with an yellow off the shoulder shirt, a high waisted denim shirt with a flowy pink shirt, and a pair of mom jeans and a large blue shirt that would go tucked in. "No dress code, but maybe save the swimsuit for a beach outing," he replied. You smiled a little, "oh that sucks! I couldn't wait any longer to wear my bright pink bikini!!!!" you hit send and threw your phone on the bed. You settled with the black jeans and yellow shirt combo, you'd put on some trendy pink high heels. You checked the time, 6: 36 A.M., you figured you better be on your way. In the car you listened to the first Shawn Mendes album, Handwritten, mouthing the words to every single song that came on. Your fingers gripped onto the steering wheel, while your index finger tapped to the beat. You kept an eye on the clock, it'd be a real red flag if you were late on your first day. You parked in the same spot you had the day before, you sat in your car, taking short but deep inhales to calm your nerves. You checked your makeup and hair in the rearview mirror, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You were a few minutes early, so you took the time you had to refresh emails in case of any incoming inboxes. You jumped when two taps made a clink noise on the window beside your face. Everett was waving with a big innocent smile plastered on his tanned face, you gave him a furrow-browed look and then returned the smile as you stuffed your phone into your bag along with your car keys. He opened the door for you and sneered at you, you assumed for your reaction to a tiny tap. "Very funny Everett, very funny," you held back from sticking your tongue at him, thinking it was too soon to open with such infantile behaviors. "Where's the bright pink bikini I was promised?" he joked and walked beside you. "Out of luck, put it in the wash and it turned blue," you joked back. It was almost ridiculous how this random 21 year old was quickly turning into your best friend. "Are you ready for a day of fun Herrera?" he led you into the building. "Absolutely, I'm actually very excited for my first day," you smiled, hiding small amounts of panic. "You will be tending Tom for the first part of the day, he'll be here in about an hour or so. Before he gets here though," he wiggled his brows suggestively, eliciting a giggle from you. He handed you a binder, it wasn't huge like your old Chemistry binder, but it also wasn't a small folder. You paged through it, taking in all the numbers, letters, @ symbols, and more. "I'm guessing this is going to be my saving grace?" your eyes dashed up to meet his face. "Pretty much a Bible," he nodded. "Is there anything I need to know about Mr. Holland? Should I be open to conversation, should I be a little more reserved?" you analyzed Everett's expressions for hints. "He's a pretty okay dude, he'll open polite conversation, and he'll respect your work. I haven't actually worked with him before, but I have heard from others that have. You'll be in good hands," he explained, his words calmed your nerves a bit. "That's great, I mean, really great," you bit your bottom lip in relief as you paged through the binder. Everett's phone beeped, and he huffed reading whatever notification he had gotten. "I need to be on my way now, we'll catch up later though," he smiled and walked out of the building. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, you grew intensely self aware. You remained standing, aware of how awkward you must look in your focused stance. You balanced the binder on your right arm while paging with your left hand, trying to remember some of the basics at least. After a few more awkward moments, you took a look around and sat on a stiff white couch, crossing your right leg over your left. You straightened your back as you read over page one, adding every number, email, and reminder that was suggested to your phone. There was no specific instructions that followed a schedule, except for when to get there, there was no clocking out time either. Everyday would be something new, as everybody does different things every single day, that made sense. You snuck into a deserted office and took a highlighter, then you sat back on the couch. You highlighted important dates, emergency phone numbers, and names of people you had to remember. You must've lost track of time because you jumped and gasped when you heard someone call out for you. "So sorry!" you apologized as you raced to close then binder and stand up. "It's okay Alegría," Tom Holland's smiling face met your gaze. "I should've kept an eye out on the time, Everett said you'd be here soon. What can I help you with Mr. Holland?" you held yourself back from hitting yourself on the head from how borderline pathetic you sounded. "Tom, please. First off I'd like to thank you for taking on this job, I'll try to make it as not tedious as I can," his accent shone through the most in a few words, but you tried not to pay much attention to it. "Mr. Holland, my job is to do everything and anything you ask me to, I'm very excited to be working for you," you smiled politely, your fingers fidgeting with the cover of the binder. "That's great, but please call me Tom," his lips formed into a tiny pout, and you offered a genuine smile, dipping your head a little. "I can't make any promises Mr. Holland, I'm here to work for you," you gave him a small nod, "we should get started, yeah?" He gave you an understanding nod, "first we have to go and run my schedule with Harrison- have you met Haz?" the name sounded familiar, but you shook your head. "I'll introduce you to him, he's my best friend," he motioned his hand in the direction you were meant to start moving in. There was another outside area you didn't even know about, even after the lengthy tour you had taken the day before. There were trailers clustered everywhere, this was probably what Everett meant when he said he'd try to get you a trailer, it did seem more convenient. "That's my trailer over there, that's Hemsworth's, and that's Pratt's, Harrison's usually in my trailer," you followed his lead, trying to take in all the information he was so excitedly blabbering out. He opened the door, taking you by surprise since he didn't knock, but you remembered it was his trailer after all. "Come on in," he smiled holding the door open for you. "I'll wait out here," you declined, hoping not to seem too standoffish, but it did make you particularly nervous to go into the trailer with a guy you had just met yesterday. There was nothing about him that gave off a dangerous vibe, but you figured it'd be better if you just waited. "Sure," he looked at your eyes for a speed second before disappearing behind the metal door of the enclosure. You took a long around, it was still early, 9:15 to be exact, so the morning chirping of birds filled the air accompanied with the angry honks of cars in the distance. You shifted your weight from your heels to your toes in an anxious pattern, waiting patiently for Tom and his best friend to come out of the trailer. Maybe 3 minutes later the door flung open, and you prepared your best courteous smile for the new faces. "This is Harrison Osterfield, we just call him Haz, or at least I do," Tom motioned for the slightly blonder boy to come forward. They were both nowhere near not cute, but this was a professional setting, you had to keep yourself in line. "I'm Harrison, otherwise known as Haz or to some James," he smiled at you, two lines forming by his mouth. "Alegría Herrera," you extended your hand, a blush forming on your cheeks, you felt embarrassed at how brief you were. He shook your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. His eyes were a pale blue, Tom's were a soft brown. You took your hand away, not wanting it to linger for too long. "It's really nice to meet you Mr. Osterfield," you smiled courteously. Harrison and Tom exchanged a quick look, Tom smiled giggling a bit, he looked to the side. "Tom said you were formal, and a bit stubborn," Harrison explained. You felt embarrassed, and felt the need to be defensive. "I'm so sorry," you blushed, "I don't mean to be rude at all, or stubborn. I'm really just not accustomed to treating high position persons with anything other than the utmost respect," you cringed evidently at how pathetic your excuse was. "You're completely fine," Tom smiled empathetically, "it's quite funny, no one talks to us that way though." You gave him a quick nod, shuffling your right foot behind your left, keeping yourself balanced. "How old are you?" Harrison beamed, trying to make light conversation. "I'm 18, I'm starting college in August," you hoped that answer would suffice to break your formality. "You look younger," Tom replied, "only maybe a year. I'm 22, and Harrison is 21." You took a mental note of that information. "I have always been told I look younger, which is fine, I do think I look about 5 years old," you said since you always joked with your friends back home that you looked like a kindergartener. Both Harrison and Tom laughed at the joke you had forgotten was funny, you smiled looking at the ground. "So I heard a rumour, that I get to have you help me the whole day, can you confirm?" Tom asked you. "I believe that's true," you nodded at him, "should we get started with work?" Tom and Harrison exchanged another look. "Today it's mostly orientation, so I tell you what it will be like working with me, and you will tell me what it will be like working with you," he explained, his voice didn't have any edge to it. "Sounds good," you smiled at both of them. "And I will trudge around because I'm Harrison, and there is no one like me," Harrison grinned. Your phone vibrated, "sorry," you apologized and checked over the message you had received. "What time is your lunch break?" Everett was the one who had texted you. "Mr. Holland, do you know when lunch break is?" You looked up from your phone. "12:30," he replied. "12:30, why?" You replied and shut your phone off. "Should we begin orientation then?" you looked at the two young men standing in front of you. "Let's go," Harrison began walking, Tom sneered at him. "It's this way you idiot," he motioned straight ahead, you began walking, suppressing a laugh.

"So you aren't actually from the United States?" Tom questioned, his chin finding its place on his palm. "I'm glad my accent had you fooled," you smiled, hoping your real accent wouldn't shine through too much. "Mexico, that's a long way from here," Harrison broke into the conversation, "do you miss it?" You took a second to answer, "sometimes, well most of the time yes. Everything's different here, especially the people. I'm sure you see it too, being from the UK and all," you smiled at the ground. "Yeah, the people are more open to conversation on the street for sure, but I know what you mean about missing home," Tom nodded. "What do you miss the most?" Harrison was focused on knowing your story. "I think I miss my old life, not that I'm not grateful of everything I have now, but I guess I miss not doing things because of having to represent an entire group of people in the best way possible," you laughed a little to try to make the conversation lighter. Harrison and Tom walked in silence for a few minutes, you swallowed hard hating the fact that you might've made them uncomfortable with your deep response. "Is it hard?" Tom broke the silence. "What?" you glanced at him, he was looking straight ahead. "Having that much responsibility to carry since you were a child?" he stopped to look at you, you inhaled heavily. "I guess a little, but it's not anything I couldn't handle," you assured. "But, it's not really something everyone has to think about, do you ever think about that?" the brown eyed boy chimed. "I do, a lot, and I think about how different that would be. I don't know how much better it would be, since I've become so accustomed to it now, but I do think it would be very different," you looked at Tom's eyes, it was evening now and his eyes shimmered gold from the lighting, he could probably see gold in yours as well. "You think of it as a positive thing in your life?" Harrison looked at you, his brows were furrowed slightly. "I do, at least a mostly positive thing, it's shaped me into who I am today," you looked at your hands. "That's pretty fucking cool," Tom grinned at you. It made the moment feel less serious, you exchanged giggles.

"An hour and fifteen?" Harrison glared in disbelief, "why so far?" You smiled as you unlocked your car, feeling a little panicked that it was late. "It makes rent bearable," you shrugged, "it's not that bad of a drive." Tom stole your keys, "why don't you stay in my trailer for the night? It's so late now," his eyes showed no malice. "Mr. Holland, really, it's not a big deal," you tried to make the knot in your stomach disappear. "I'll crash at Harrison's trailer for the night, you'll have your space Alegría," he tilted his head to the side in a way that was so irresistible. "I can't take your offer, but really, thank you. You opened the door to your car, "keys please?" You put your hand up. He threw them at you, aiming for your hand. "Alright Ms. Herrera," Tom mocked, "we'll see you tomorrow?" he rest against your car. "Sure thing Mr. Thomas Holland," you smiled as you turned your key. "Have a safe drive," he stuck his head in, speaking softly. "Wouldn't do it any other way," you smiled and he closed the door, leaving you in the roaring silence of your car. It had been a good day, long and singular, but a very good day.

The drive back home was long, you were on edge the whole time, afraid of being pulled over at this time of night. Police don't have the best reputation around here. You were relieved when you got home, you took a long warm shower, replaying everything that happened in your mind. You had a lot to write in the binder, notes, more names, as well as write down Harrison's number in your phone to have him on speed dial. They were both sweet guys, they made you feel like you fit right in, even if you kind of didn't based on career, age, and even ethnicity. They weren't going to make your job hard for you, which was for sure something you could appreciate. "Goodnight Mr. Osterfield, thank you for the wonderful afternoon. Make sure to get sufficient sleep and a filling breakfast," you sent the message. You lingered over Tom's contact, but you decided it might be for the best if you just sent a message when you awoke

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Hybrid AU (Yoonseok/ Sope) Part 3

//Part 1//Part 2//Part 4// Part 5//

Genre: Fluff

Ship: Hoseok x Yoongi

Warnings: Mild mention of sexual abuse

Words: 2014

“Get up, Mutt.” Yoongi hissed as he got splashed with numbingly cold water. The man stood over him, “I’m going to work, you need to clean the house before i get home.” Yoongi laid huddled in a ball as he weakly nodded. A month he had been in this younger man’s care. No, not care, enslaved. He started off as “caring”, he allowed Yoongi to grow comfortable around him, Yoongi trusted him. Then he turned. He saw it coming, they always do, why should this time be different? Yoongi dragged himself across the room and picked up the cleaning supplies and started on the house. Although being a long and tedious job, Yoongi liked the time to himself, it gave him time to think. He thought about the forest, the element of running around completely free in his own little world brightened even his most darkest days. Days where he felt like he deserved to be treated poorly as he was different, too different to be treated as a human. Days where he felt like giving up and ending everything because it seemed simpler than living a life where he couldn’t be seen out in public, without being abused. On those days, the tall, evergreen forest imagery is his escape, the one reason he makes it through those days in hope that one day he’ll get that freedom. To feel the wind brushing over his face as he ran through the trees. But that wasn’t reality.

The door slammed open and Yoongi awoke startled looking at the time. 2:34am. He heard groaning and cussing and was assuming that his owner had returned home drunk, again. This terrified Yoongi to his core, his owner was a very aggressive drunk. He ran a check-list in his mind of the tasks he had completed, hoping that he hadn’t missed anything and could avoid a beating. But his prayer was left unanswered, as the door to his room opened with such power that books fell off his shelf. A strong stench of liquor filled the room as his owner stumbled onto Yoongi’s bed hovering over him. “Submit to me, you animal.” He said slurred. Yoongi covered his face and attempted to make himself smaller. His owner laughed at the helpless boy and started ripping at his clothes. “We’ll do this the hard way then.” Rough hands roamed Yoongi’s small body and sloppy bites were left on his neck. The man pushed him onto his knees and-

Yoongi woke up breathing heavily, and his heart racing. The dream had so felt real, he shivered at the memory of the man’s calloused hands touching him. He wrapped himself in a blanket and quietly opened his door, trying not to wake Hoseok. He successfully crept down the hallway and into the kitchen where he poured himself a glass of water. Yoongi sat himself on the sofa and starred into the blackness of Hoseok’s apartment, he’d lived in bigger, but he felt more at home here, Hoseok’s apartment was very modern looking, with black furnishing and white walls, but the rooms weren’t particularly big, yet it gave off a sense of coziness. He pulled himself up to the large window that took over a whole wall looking over the streets of Seoul. Despite being late at night, the roads had cars passing through in a rushed fashion. The city was still roaring with life.

Hoseok lay awake in his bed tossing and turning trying to get to sleep, but the thought of Yoongi wouldn’t escape his mind. He remembered his scared expression after seeing the pictures of himself on the floor, exposing his past rather abruptly, his tense body as Hoseok carelessly hugged him. All these thoughts kept bouncing through his mind, but he was determined to help Yoongi. To turn those scared expressions into softer ones, to not be tense under every touch, it would take time, sure, but it would be worth it. Hoseok slowly sat up as he heard a door opposite his room click open, and quiet footsteps trudged further away from his room. Hoseok assumed that Yoongi couldn’t sleep either, he was tempted to get up and join the hybrid, maybe comfort him, but decided against it, knowing it might make Yoongi uncomfortable. He laid back down and tried to sleep once again. He sighed and got out of bed to look for his hyung.

Although, as he walked into the living room, he wasn’t expecting the sight before him. Yoongi was laying on his back infront of the wall window, asleep. He furrowed his eyebrows and carefully stepped towards him. He looked peaceful as he slept and Hoseok fought the urge to bend down and hug him tightly. Instead, he cautiously lifted Yoongi into his arms, the ground wouldn’t be a comfortable place to sleep and he didn’t want Yoongi to get back ache. Hoseok’s eyes widened as he felt Yoongi snuggle into his neck and a soft noise erupted from his throat. He stopped walking and listened, it sounded like the sound was coming from Yoongi, he was certain it was his lack of sleep messing with him so he carried on and gently placed Yoongi down into his bed, making sure he was warm enough and covered him. He smiled as Yoongi stretched but settled down and curled up into his bed. Hoseok left and went back to his room, his heart fluttered knowing Yoongi was finally asleep and comfortable in his room.

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Hoseok rubbed his eyes and yawned, he wondered why he had suddenly woken up until he heard a voice from the other side of his door. “Hoseok?” Yoongi half- whispered. “You can come in Yoongi-hyung.” Hoseok said huskily whilst clearing his throat. The door opened and Yoongi stepped in, “Did you bring me to my room last night?” Hoseok looked confused until memories of the previous few hours sunk in. “Oh yeah, i heard you got up and when i got up to check on you, you were asleep infront of the window, it wouldn’t have been comfortable so i took you to your room.” He said sitting up running a hand through his hair. “Oh, you uh, carried me?” Yoongi suddenly felt self-conscious at the thought of Hoseok carrying him. “Well yeah, i’m sorry if you’re now uncomfortable, i just didn’t want to wake you.” Yoongi nodded. “Also, Yoongi-hyung you uh made a noise last night when i carried you,” Yoongi’s cheeks became pink-tinted. “Can you purr?” Yoongi’s face was now a shade of red, he coughed and changed the subject. “Can you make breakfast? I’m hungry.” Hoseok smiled knowingly and got up to go to the kitchen with Yoongi trailing behind.

“Do you know how to cook, Yoongi-hyung?” Hoseok said whilst handing Yoongi some pancakes and a glass of milk. He dived straight into the glass of milk and started to lap it up happily, surprisingly, much like a cat. He finished his drink and turned back to Hoseok, “Yes i can cook well, my previous owners often made me cook for them so over the years i learnt to get good at it so i didn’t get punished if the food was bad.” Yoongi picked up his plate of food and started to dig in, Hoseok didn’t want to press, “I was just thinking about my work, i often finish late and wouldn’t be able to cook for you every night, i wouldn’t want you going hungry.” Yoongi stopped eating and looked at Hoseok. “It’s fine, i can cater for myself, you’re not the best cook anyway, so i won’t be missing out.” Yoongi said with a straight face and continued eating. “HEY! That was so uncalled for!” Hoseok half shouted, half laughed. Yoongi felt a small smile crack on his face but he quickly composed himself and inwardly sighed at himself for falling for the younger one’s antics. The two sat in a comfortable silence, just enjoying their breakfast. Despite Yoongi’s earlier comment, he was enjoying Hoseok’s cooking and would easily eat anything the younger man had made for him.

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“So, what kind of things do you like doing, hyung?” Hoseok asked after coming back from taking the empty plates into the kitchen. Yoongi froze and couldn’t think of am answer. What would he like to do? No one had ever bothered to ask him, so he was stuck for a reply. Hoseok sensed his distress with the question and tried to make it simpler. “Okay any hobbies? Reading? Drawing? Anything musical?” Yoongi ran the ideas through his head. “I haven’t been able to read or draw things whilst i lived with bad owners, they wouldn’t let me so i haven’t done it for years. And musical, i don’t know if the radio ever came on I’d sing, maybe rap along, nothing special.” Yoongi got quiet at the end. “I always wanted to do something in the music career, but my parents told me i would benefit more if i studied academic subjects and some day created a business.” Yoongi nodded shyly, “So, if you had the chance to drop it and become successful as a musician, would you?” Hoseok opened his mouth to reply, but was stuck for words. “No, i’ve worked hard to get to where i am, i can’t drop it now, i’m successful and i’m happy.” He said trying to make it sound positive. “Are you?” Yoongi asked, from the little he had already seen of Hoseok, he could tell that he was a workaholic and a perfectionist, but all that this job had managed to achieve was making him stressed. Hoseok was again left stunned. Yoongi knew exactly what was going on in Hoseok’s mind, he knew exactly what to say. “Yes, i have you now."

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"How about I take you to the arcade?” Hoseok was trying to come up with something for the two of them to do, to hopefully bond and break more into Yoongi’s tough exterior. Yoongi hummed in approval. “Okay, let’s go! It’ll be fun!” Hoseok grinned, it made Yoongi’s heart leap, but he turned away before Hoseok could see his change of expression.

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to an arcade before.” Hoseok said lightly laughing at the seemingly small hybrid clutching onto his arm in fear. The noise of coins and loudly obnoxious games was overwhelming, and drove Yoongi’s sense of hearing crazy. “Yeah well, my previous owners weren’t exactly the fun types.” He mumbled into Hoseok’s shoulder. Hoseok studied Yoongi’s startled face, as his eyes dotted all around the room looking for potential threats, he was starting to wonder if bringing Yoongi here was a bad idea. Until, Yoongi’s eyes widened as his gaze fell upon a certain toy inside a claw machine. “How do you play that?” Yoongi pointed at the claw machine and Hoseok dragged him over, “You put money in and you have to guide that metal claw over the toy you want,” Yoongi’s eyes stayed fixed on that certain toy. “You want me to win you Kumamon?” Hoseok smirked as Yoongi blushed, “I mean if you want to…” Yoongi scratched his neck, trying to not look bothered by the thought of owning a Kumamon toy. Hoseok inserted the money and gently guided the claw over Kumamon. It missed by a fraction, Hoseok put more money into the machine and was more determined to win him the toy, he couldn’t wait to see his face light up and maybe finally get to see Yoongi smile.

The claw grabbed onto Kumamon and swiftly moved it over to the drop-zone. Hoseok cockily picked up the toy and held it to Yoongi. The hybrid shyly took it out of his hands and let out a small gummy smile, “Thank you Hoseok, it means a lot.” The way Yoongi looked at the stuffed toy made Hoseok want to question it’s meaning in Yoongi’s life, but he didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable and ruin this moment. The moment in which Hoseok got to see this once broken and fraile hybrid, smile.

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Thank you so much for all the positive responses on this 😁❤️ I’ve also decided that I’m going to make this into a 5 part story, so stay tuned for the next two chapters ❤️

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