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Kinktober 5th: Goldmine

aka hair pulling with Rodrick Heffley

2k words

Summary: Rod learns something new.

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x reader

For the sake of avoiding spoilers, extensive warnings will not be given. This story includes sexually explicit material, reader discretion advised.

While reading, I recommend listening to the altar is my hips, a spotify playlist by me!

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"Y'think I should get a leather jacket?"

Your shoulders shook under the weight of Rodrick's arm as you chuckled. "Why, you get an idea for a costume?"

"Absolutely. Even got the name for it." You could see the familiar smirk he wore even as your eyes remained on the screen. Smoke billowed in your peripheral, the smell of his near-finished cigarette long since clung to your clothes.

"It'd be a cute couples costume too," he continued, "you could be Tina Gray."

You turned to look at him. "Oh could I now?"

"Yup." He grinned as he put his cigarette out. "You've got the bedroom personality for it too."

You swung a pillow at his face, but Rodrick easily caught it and tossed it behind him. You huffed in false annoyance, falling back into your spot curled up under his arm.

His hand fell absentmindedly to your hair, gently twirling strands around his finger. The sensation makes your eyelids heavy, getting sleepy as he continued to soothe you.

Until you felt a sharp tug. Your eyes flew open, and you audibly gasped. Your entire body froze, and you curse yourself when Rodrick turns his head. A soft "oh?" leaves his lips, which are curled up into a curious smile. It had only been playful tug, but that was before he knew you'd react like that.

"That's not how you do it," you breathe, ghost of a grin teasing your lips.

"Yeah?" His voice was a condescending lilt. "How d'you do it?"

Instead of speaking, you take hold of his wrist, pushing it towards the back of your head. His fingers thread into your roots and he takes a fistful, tugging slowly. Your eyes flutter shut and your lips part in a deep sigh.

Before your eyes close, you catch a glimpse of your boyfriend's reaction. His eyes are wide and full of amusement, and he's smirking incredulously. His brows raise, and you can see the gears turning in his brain.

"That's interesting," Rodrick mumbled, almost more to himself. "I wonder..."

He climbs up over you, legs caging in on either side of your hips. His foot kicks the TV remote onto the floor but Elm Street is long forgotten. His hold on your hair returns, the tingling in your scalp pulling a weak noise from your throat.

"Now, what would happen..." Rodrick's thought trails off as his fingers ghost over your throat, touch only featherlight until the pads of his fingers find your pulse points and press. Your breathing is shaky and your vision begins to blur, but your hands still fly to his shoulders. You might have even been a little embarrassed at how your hooded eyes began to cross if not for the fact that it just felt so good.

"Aw, y'like that?" Rodrick lilts, his face pulling closer to yours. Heat creeps up your neck.

"Y-yeah," you attempt to nod, but you aren't given much room for movement.

"I like that too, baby." He murmurs against your mouth before he kisses you slowly, tasting of nicotine and gum. They were gentle, teasing kisses, but quickly gave way to a more desperate rhythm as his tongue glided over your lower lip. He hummed a deep note when you let him in, when you whimpered as he started sucking on your tongue.

You let out a disappointed noise when Rodrick lets go of you, rolling back to sit but it's forgotten when he pats his thigh. You quickly oblige, skin heated and brain frazzled.

As soon as you're sat on his leg, the friction to your clit has you gasping into his mouth. Almost involuntarily, your hips began to roll against him, so slowly but enough to make your head swim and heat boil in your gut.

"Oh, sweetness," Rodrick murmurs in between kisses, "so needy already? I've barely done anything."

He knows he doesn't need to do much. Just a few words- or a tug of the hair- and you'd be turned into a pile of mush. He knows you too well, and he loves having that effect over you.

Even though he's teasing you, you can't be bothered to care, muttering an mhm and rutting your hips faster. Your hands fall from his shoulders to his chest, then trail to his thigh to ground yourself.

"Atta girl, keep goin'." Rodrick murmurs in your ear, licking a stripe down the shell of it, planting soft kisses wherever his lips wandered. "'M right here baby, that's it, yeah, good girl."

Rodrick's encouragement was sweet honey to your ear, and a sickening contrast to the hand that hand re-found purchase at your scalp, tilting your head back so that he could teethe at your neck, soft plucks of skin turning into bruising. Deft hands made work of your top, leaving your chest bare.

Your rutting became increasingly frustrated; your thighs burned and you weren't getting any closer to your high.

"Rod... need..." your words were mumbled and breathless, and your brain was too cloudy to be fully coherent anyway.

"Hm? Couldn't hear you, bunny, say that one more time?"

"Need more," you cried, hands pushing into Rodrick's hair when his tongue laved over your nipple.

"More what, baby?" He lilted, cupping and pinching your other tit lovingly. He groaned when your fingers clutched his hair tighter.

"Need you, Rod please..." you sighed, tugging at his wrist.

Rodrick chuckled. "Baby, I don't think I can do that. Might hurt you if I don't get you nice and prepped, yeah? How about we start with fingers?"

"Anything, please," you babbled, nestling your head into the crook of his shoulder.

"Alright, alright, I got ya. Let's get these off, hm?" He tugged at the belt loop of your pants. They were off in record time, along with your underwear, leaving your entire body bared to him. You felt naked, more than just literally.

Once you were situated on his lap again you tried pulling on the hem of his shirt. "Off," you mumbled. Happily he complied, and you took the opportunity to lean forward and plant loving kisses to his neck, his collarbone.

You didn't realize when you'd risen up off your behind that it gave Rodrick the space to slip a hand between your legs, pulling a squeak out of you, muffled against his jaw.

"Aw, so messy baby. A little hair pulling did all this?"

You knew that it was a few other things, but you were so far gone you gave him a whiny 'yeah' anyway. Rodrick's fingers massaged your entrance, gathering slick and smothering it around your clit, making obscene noises- probably on purpose.

"So fuckin' wet, sweet, y'hear that?" Rodrick presses kisses to your pulse point, up to your jaw, then kisses you deep. Swallowing your moans into his mouth as the kiss turns messy.

"Please, Rod..." you're breathless and your pleas are barely coherent, but Rodrick knows exactly what you're asking for. You keel when you feel a finger glide into you, curling up towards your stomach.

"Yeah, good fuckin' girl." Rodrick's grin widens at your reaction when a second finger joins the first. "Always so eager, hm? That's my girl."

"Yeah, 'm your girl," you pant, hips canting to meet his hand.

"That's right," he coos, thumb tracing wide circles over your clit. "So proud of you, my girl."

"Rod," you whine, "need you."

"Hm?" He hums between nips to your collarbone. "You have me."

You shake your head vigorously. "Need you inside."

This gets Rodrick's attention. His fingers slow, while his free hand moves from your hair to his pants. He makes quick work of his pants, pulling his half-hard cock out from his boxers. You watch as he takes his fingers, soaked from your cunt, and wrap them around himself, stroking slowly. His head falls back against the couch, lips hanging open and you feel the sudden urge to bite them.

Before you get the chance, however, Rodrick is pulling you forward, lining himself up to take you. Slowly, so slowly, he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, smearing your slick around. You jerk when his head catches on your clit, sending electricity shooting up your spine.

"Rod..." you whine against his neck, "please."

"Please what?" You want to slap him for the knowing glint in his eye, but that was for another day.

"Please fuck me."

And who was he to deny you? Guiding your hip, Rodrick eased you down on him, guiding you but letting you set your own pace. The stretch set your loins on fire, but it was heaven.

Your head kicked back, and you let your voice have a mind of its own as you sunk down on him. Long and pornographic, and Rodrick matched it. You felt him throb inside of you.

"Fuck, sound so pretty." Rodrick started rolling his hips into you, and you cried out at the sensation. "Yeah, that's it. Moan like a fuckin' whore for me, c'mon."

And who were you to deny him? You had the house to yourself, and the name alone sent your brain into overdrive. He filled you up so nicely, and the drag of his cock inside of you made your skin tingle with delight.

"Rod, yeah, oh- just like that, ohmygod-" your voice was caught in your throat when Rodrick, with the usual knowing twinkle in his eye, takes a fistful of hair and tugs you forward into a sloppy kiss.

All of the sensations- that Rodrick was giving you- were sending you closer and closer to tumbling headfirst off of that ledge. The sting in your scalp, his tongue sliding against yours, the sounds of wet slaps and your combined moans. The smell of cigarettes and the heat of his skin under your fingers. The head of his cock piledriving into your cervix again and again and again.

"Rod I- oh god, I'm gonna- oh, so close- Rod please," you pant into his mouth, fingers raking down his chest and leaving faint red lines in their wake.

"I gotcha," he grunts, hand snaking between your bodies to press circles over your clit. You can hear it in his voice that he's holding back. You don't want him to. "That's it, baby, come for me. Make a mess on my cock, c'mon."

That extra pleasure is all it takes to have you diving headfirst into a mind-numbing orgasm. Your eyes screw shut, and all you can feel is Rodrick. Shaky hands rest on his shoulders, holding on for dear life as hot pleasure courses through you.

You're acutely aware of the hot spurts hitting your cervix, and the fluids seeping out of you, but your body is still tingling all over. Your voice has long since become scratchy, but that doesn't stop you from whimpering and crying as he coaxes you through it.

"Good girl, did so good for me, yeah?" His grip on your hair is no longer a grip, but gentle, soothing strokes, almost as if to apologize.

You hummed, dropping your forehead against his shoulder as you breathe. The smell of sex had permeated the air around you, and you were suddenly very aware of how sweaty you'd become.

"Think we need a shower, baby, c'mon." Rodrick nudged your head.

You wanted to, you felt sticky, but your body was on fire, this time with a less-than-pleasurable ache. Begrudgingly, you lifted yourself off of his now soft dick, hobbling down to reach for your clothes and then to the nearest bathroom.

The shower was peaceful, and the water was soothing on your muscles. You both worked in a comfortable silence.

"Well, I was right." Rodrick finally said.

"About what, the hair pulling?"

"Nope."

You turned around to face him, head tilted in confusion. His mouth was curled upwards and his eyes were lifted in a smile.

"You do have the bedroom personality of Tina Gray."

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Summary: crack fic! a sharpshooter wins an angry wet-cat man from makker's wheel and decides he knows just the person who would love him!

A/N: hey, this is all for funsies, I know there's three different places I could've brought up Kaz's violent trauma in response to the events going on but since it's a comedic fic, I decided not to throw any angst in there and just vamp up everyone's personalities to 300%. @lysreadsbookssometimes this is literally their idea, in a reply to @jkriordanverse 's post! hope you two enjoy!!

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Jesper Fahey was at it again. 

He couldn’t hear himself think over the roar of gambling games, the clinking of gaudy golden coins, and the constant, neverending clack-clack-clack-rat-tat-tat of the glowing money wheels. Just how he liked it, then. There was nothing but the race of adrenaline through his veins and the buzzing in his head as he played game after game under the harsh light of the gambling den. 

The Ketterdam air reeked of the night smashing with harbor stench, a thousand cheap perfumes, and stacks of kruge Jesper fanned in his face. Oh, it was a good night, wasn’t it? Throw a few coins there, a stack of kruge here, ignore the beef-cakes called bouncers that look like they eat three children a day to grow big and strong, the like. 

Sure, as he won and won and won again, his fingers drifted closer to the polished hilts of his revolvers, but heavy was the head that wore the crown, eh? He smiled to himself as he perused the tables after another game. The door was a thousand miles away. The night was just starting, and he had some money to burn. 

Too easy, he thought with a smirk. The men in their choppy suits and stringy hair glowered at him as he strolled by. 

Too boring. Ugh, he hated that game. Too much waiting, not enough doing. 

His hands played with the loose coins in his pocket, threading the gold disc through his fingers. He didn’t notice how many eyes were on him. 

He walked right past a beautiful lady with a handsome man, each wearing masks. Their gaze followed him. 

He slipped past the door leading to a room off to the side of the main gambling den with his eyes trained on a game of poker. He didn’t feel his hair instinctively rise as he passed the slotted window on top of the door. 

“Well,” he breathed, tossing the gold coin into the air and catching it again with a satisfying smack!  “A solid deal at Blackjack never hurt anyone-” He made off for the nearest table. 

A hand shot out from the shadows and yanked on his suit’s sleeve.  Jesper’s hand flew to his revolvers, ready to clear out the den with a single gunshot, but was faced with the house’s owner: a tittering little rat of a man with way too many ties around his neck. “Young man, my, look at that stash you have! You must be right proud of yourself, hmm?” 

Jesper’s pockets sagged under the weight of his winnings; the Zemeni sharpshooter mustered a smile but he didn’t dare take his fingers off his trusted guns as the man ushered him across the room like a dog. 

“I know just the game for the likes of you: a gambler with no match made by man, hmm?” 

Jesper’s chest puffed out and he crossed his arms as he was pushed. “I guess you could say that- I-” 

“There she is, the newest gambling game in this den! We just got her here!” The rat-man spread his arms grandly. 

Jesper grinned. “Of course you’d come back to me, wouldn’t you?” He murmured under his breath. A rolling machine stood in front of him with bulbous yellow lights bursting from its sides. Its many white panels displayed glowing numbers and the rod to spin it shone like it was made of rubies. 

Makker’s Wheel. 

“Play it once, and you get a prize!” The rat-man tittered, pointing to a small symbol beside each panel. 

Jesper scoffed, but unfolded his arms and placed his fingers on the rod. The cool material turned his skin to fire. He wet his lips. “A prize no matter what? That doesn’t sound like good gambling to me,” he pointed out, but his head was ringing, his bones were singing, and he was smiling. 

“Good gambling? No, no, just a thank you for being the first to try out our new machine here! Now, I’ll cross my fingers for your luck, friend.” The rat-man stepped away. Jesper shook his head to himself and grinned. 

Be it something foolish, he’d just throw it into the canals and forget about it. 

He pushed the rod down. The wheel clinked and clanged against itself as the numbers blurred into pure, unfiltered rainbow barf before Jesper’s eyes. A pot of gold was guaranteed at the end of it. 

He cursed under his breath. The slot he landed on would claim half his winnings. Unless…? 

“What’s the prize, good man?” He asked, bending down to be eye-level with the rat man. 

“LET ME JUST BRING HIM- erm, I mean… it out.” 

Jesper’s eyebrow perked as the rat-man almost fell over himself zooming away. Slipping out the front door was looking really good about now. Who is that eager to get rid of something in Ketterdam that’s not debts and deals? 

...

Kaz Brekker knew exactly how he had gotten into this, and that was the worst part. 

Per Haskell’s big mouth couldn’t keep shut tight, so Kaz was ordered to do his dirty work. Like usual. A quick tip to a gambling den and three games later, and he was before Per Haskell’s cheated clients. 

A half-baked but ultimately fulfillable threat, a slap of his cane on the ground, and a dip of his hat and he’d be on his way back to his study. 

No.

Kaz cursed the very Ketterdam harbor sea breeze that had wafted the sleep gas into his nostrils. How could his mother betray him like this? He almost laughed at his own joke as he was dragged by his tied wrists from the basement of the gambling den. They’d let him keep his gloves, but not his cane. They’d taken his hat and his coat but not the thin metal chain tied to his suit vest. They’d tied his wrists but not blindfolded him. 

Who the hell was he dealing with? 

“I’d like to pay your wife a visit.” 

“I hope your sister can make it to her wedding.” 

He’d spat his usual correct nonsense in rivers. He even tried some new ones. 

“They won’t stop finding pieces of your body for months. The warehouses beside Canal seventeen. The boarding houses three streets West. The university courtyard. The waffle house. It’ll be a treasure hunt.” 

Saints, at this point, he was begging to be gagged. 

“Who would believe the words of a sixteen year old kid in a three-piece suit?” 

 Then, the manager unlocked the basement door. 

Finally, time for business.

 Another allusion to murder, a brush off of his shoes, and a speedy snap of his wrist bindings and he’d be on his way. 

No. 

“Please, please, please,” the manager babbled and whined as he huffed and puffed. Apparently, dragging a sixteen year old down a hallway was hard work for the likes of him. “Please, please, please forgive us and have this young man instead. Please, please, I don’t want any trouble. Please, please don’t hurt my wife.” 

Gratifying. 

Kaz almost smiled. 

He didn’t. How could he when he was dragged down three musty hallways and lugged through a doorway, into the back of the gambling hall? 

Exits. Distractions. Cover. 

It was all there, now-

“Here’s your prize, boy!” 

He was thrown onto the floor in front of a boy as old as he was wearing a patchwork pink and green suit. The blaring lights of Makker’s wheel assaulted his eyes as Kaz Brekker glared up at Jesper Fahey and offered up as a gambling prize.

...

Why is this angry wet-cat of a man staring at me? 

The boy in a three piece suit with a bit of blood crusted to his forehead and appearing to have the temperment of a mistreated bull glowered at him. Jesper stared back. “I… uh, don’t want this.”

Some prize this was. 

The boy spat on his shoe. 

Jesper scowled. 

The rat-man scuttled away. 

“Untie these,” the boy snarled. No matter the lights and bright colors of the room, he embodied the color and word “slate.” “I’ll snap off your jaw and use it as a-” 

Jesper backed away slowly and glanced at the other gamblers. Nobody was looking in his general direction now. He had two guns. Both of his hands were resting on them as he took in this struggling boy with the gloves and the mouth just… spewing threats. 

“Hey, I’m Jesper.” 

“I will find everyone you love and-” 

“Okay, that’s nice. I don’t think I want to untie you if you keep-” 

“I’ll have the Dregs burn your world to the ground.” 

“I didn’t know a gang was ruled by a me-aged guy.” 

“They learn to listen to me.” 

“Fair enough.” Jesper smiled to himself as he scooted around the guy still spitting sweet promises. Gosh, you know who would love him? He thought to himself. Inej. Why, what a great idea, Jesper! Thank you, Jesper. You’re welcome, Jesper! “I’m going to take you to a friend of mine’s. She’ll love you.” 

“Do not touch me.” 

“Alright.” 

…

“This is not what I meant.” 

“I’m not touching you.” 

Jesper nudged Kaz with the tip of his shined shoes as he wrapped him up in pretty pink ribbons. “You’re like a present! A proper prize, right?” 

Kaz seethed as Jesper tied the ribbon into a huge bow around his chest. Pekka Rollins would have to take a backseat to whoever this boy thought he was. And whoever this Inej thought she was. He locked away the manager and guards’ information in his head and opened a new file. 

Jesper Fahey and the elusive Inej. 

“This is going in here,” Jesper said like he was talking to a five year old. Kaz was tempted to bite him as he stuffed a birthday card in his pants pocket. “And you…” 

He carried Kaz through the shadows of Ketterdam streets by the ribbons like some twisted form of Santa Claus and plopped him down on a doorstep in the worst part of the Barrel. 

“...Are going here!” Jesper clapped his hands together in satisfaction. “You’re her belated birthday gift; if she asks, this was planned all along and I couldn’t get you to take your medicinal shots before and I didn’t want her to get rabies.” He laughed at his own joke. 

Kaz rolled his eyes. “For your friend’s safety and health, you should put a gag on me.” 

“For the sake of entertainment and Inej’s sense of humor, I think it’d be best you didn’t have one.” 

Kaz grumbled under his breath as Jesper jumped into the bushes as the door opened. 

One way or another, Kaz would get out of this. It would be easy. A snip and his ties would be off, and with his tongue, he’d make this “Inej” want to do it with her bare teeth. 

Right? 

[artingabout]

Boromir's bracers from The Fellowship of the Ring

Behind the scenes:

This was my first venture into real leatherworking so there are a lot of basics included in the materials list, but now that I have them, I won't run out for a while :)

My materials:

2mm thick scrap leather

a full basic leatherworking tool kit including metal thimble, skiving knife, edge-trimmers, diamond punches and burnishing tools

leather needles

waxed thread

swivel knife for cutting the pattern in

rubber mallet

cutting boards

leather dye and scrap cloth for applying it

sewing pony

contact adhesive

four buckles

nickel studs

I'd made the bracers before, 10 years ago, for a costume party but had made them out of craft foam because lack of time/space/money for leather-working.

Since I had some time to kill over the holidays, I decided it was time to give things a go. First stage was redrawing my original pattern then cutting the leather to shape/size:

Next up was marking out the patterns onto the main body of the leather. Lessons have been learned. I foolishly decided to freehand it. It still looks nice, but now I know how I could have done it better.

Once both sets of patterns were down, I tooled the leather with the swivel knife. Learned very quickly that I should have got a slightly thicker leather to make the pattern stand out more, but for a first attempt, very happy.

Punched the main stitching holes and then did the staining to get the red-brown colouring. Took a couple of layers and several attempts to get to the right and consistent shade.

Once the dye dried overnight, burnished the edges of the smaller piece to make them smooth and shiny, then attached the two sections together with contact adhesive and started the stitching (ow my fingies)

The trickiest part of the whole thing was adding the buckles and trying to work out the best length for both of them, taking into account that the bracers are meant to be worn on top of several layers, including a quilted arm-guard.

Thankfully, I found a lovely batch of buckles that also had the pin on a separate rod from the rod that the buckle loop went around, which simplified putting it all together. I've done buckles before, but never with material this thick.

Once the straps were on, fastened with stud and stitching, it was just a matter of giving the entire thing a polish with beeswax to give it a smooth sheen all over and then adding the silver details. I did attempt foil, but it ended badly, so I switched to silver paint instead.

My Boromir-by-installments is coming together, little by little :)

[gowns]

Favorites? Least favorites?

thus far --

good movies from wim wenders: perfect days, wings of desire, paris texas, alice in the cities, pina, buena vista social club (in that order). i still have to see the american friend, the salt of the earth, until the end of the world, tokyo-ga, the goalie's anxiety at the penalty kick; and he has made like 60 more movies and shorts, but those are the ones on my watchlist.

i just watched kings of the road last night... review here

i've also heard that when he misses, he misses hard... like, from 2001 onward, he was just making flop after flop.*

*(my own personal pet peeve is that male filmmakers are allowed to make flop after flop, and they still get funding... whereas female filmmakers have to be on their best behavior, and if they fail once, they're usually not allowed a second chance.)

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PTA: the master was great, phantom thread, there will be blood (all adaptations of existing material / biographies!); punch drunk love, i remember liking a lot when i was younger (i would have to revisit this though). (this was also based on a real story.) licorice pizza sucked 😭 magnolia was another one that seemed "smart" but actually quite stupid. boogie nights only works because of the actors. same with coffee and cigarettes. you're spending time with people giving it their all, so that can be enjoyable in its own way. but if you actually look at the content of the story... it's not great.

and then when you look at these guys behind the scenes... 1) wim wenders was one of the filmmakers who supported roman polanski, and featured 12-year-old natassja kinski in a sexualized / nude role in the wrong move ... and 2) paul thomas anderson was abusive towards fiona apple when they dated:

...

so i harbor a healthy distrust of these guys, as people. like i wouldn't be jumping to collaborate with them, personally.

however, like i said, they each have the capability to be a lightning rod for inspiration. and when lightning strikes, it can be very good! but on the other hand, there are a lot of other filmmakers to support. many of them women and people of color! so many movies to watch!

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anyway, out of all of these i listed, i like perfect days the most. so if you want to go out of your way to watch any of these, watch that one.

[acre-of-wheat]

Tagged by @spybrarian! Thaaaank you!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

I have 26

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 

338,736

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I used to write Clexa, but now I just write Tanthamore

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Network Connectivity Issues (ahead by a lot)

A story I'm deeply in love with writing, due to its closeness to my heart and because of the novel way it's written-- which is live on a discord server whenever the mood strikes. Fanfic is typically serialized work, but this feels like...even closer to that immediacy, and it can be quite electric.

The Pieces

A collaborative collection of one shots in the Kinkverse universe (talked about below)

The Bite

Canon compliant fic about longing and how it can come out in your teeth.

The Stones

Essentially a sick fic with some fun world building

The Test

Long distance edging and denial. The fantasies were some of my favorite things to write.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! Sometimes it takes me awhile!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 

Out of finished fics I suppose it would be The Beloved Prey, though I do have a handful of things I've written to continue that.

Unfinished it would be the unpublished sequel to My Own Echo.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

I think maybe The Stones. Magic holding and accepting Jade because of Kit's love for her feels pretty happy.

Oh! And Network Connection Secure. The Cam girls having a proposal moment that's distinctly them? Very sweet and I wrote it for Christmas.

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Not on these ones!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

Yes, yes I do. The majority of my work contains it. I think the weirdest I've written (so far) is probably Spare the Rod.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I'm not really big on crossovers, so this isn't something I've done. I'll go hard on an AU though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nah.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Nope! Translation is an art in itself-- I think I'd find the idea of someone doing that a little daunting?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Kinda! @swashbucklery, @spybrarian, @commanderbuffy and I have all written pieces in what we call the Kinkverse. It was a brain child of mine that started with The Lesson, but has since become a collaborative writing world. It's been one of the most lovely experiences of my creative life. J has also written some supplemental material for NCI that I adore. @barmaid-anon and I brainstorm deranged plot ideas constantly, and she is my best/worst little gay graphic critic.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm going to need to say Tanthamore.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 

I'm not going to speak this into existence. I'll say that there are a few fics that I have agonized over for a very, very, very, very, very long time.

16. What are your writing strengths? 

I think I get to the point pretty well. I keep action and development moving. I think I do some good figurative language. I trust my instincts on where a story needs to go next.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The Agonies. The connective tissue between important scenes. Not knowing what to have characters do when they're on their own. Run on sentences. Too many WIPs and not enough commitment.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

I haven't ever found it necessary? I guess I feel about it the way I feel about captions for another language. You know when captions will say "speaks in a foreign language?" Bane of my existence. Either translate it or get out of here.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Pretty Little Liars. I was a big Paily fan for awhile there. Those live back on fanfiction.net

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

The Past feels really good to write because it pulls together all these threads in my brain for the Kinkverse girls, and it feels very unifying for that vision. It's satisfying connecting the dots.

As for who to tag on this: @barmaid-anon, @commanderbuffy, @swashbucklery, @multiplefandommess, @vetiverriver, @onlyshestandsthere, @claymoressword, @kittanthaloselorashield

[emyluwinter]

Yuu and magic formulas.

I've had an idea in my head for quite a long time about what Yuu sees magic formulas around? Due to the fact that they have never encountered magic ever in their lives, (neither their ancestors and other genetic chain. ) Is it possible to assume that Yuu feels magic more subtly than the others in TWST? From this we can conclude that the "sounds of ink dripping" for Yuu are heard more clearly and they feel perhaps the smell or taste of ink in their mouth? As if you were trying to resuscitate a rod from a gel/ballpoint pen by blowing air into the rod through your mouth. And everything went wrong and now you have to spit out ink in your mouth. Please just take another rod Also a great helper for other students when they do not notice the clouding of their magic stones, and the Prefect points it out.

Somewhere the magic formulas look more detailed and clear for Yuu, at some points they are blurred and written so illegibly that even with all their stubbornness they are not able to.With ancient or more complex magic, formulas look like an overlay of one on another, which makes it difficult to make out at least one symbol that does not intersect with another.

In addition, based on the Masquerade event, there was a thing with which the magic formula was directly connected. And! It could have been changed!! What is even more curious. How does the magic formula change?

Can Yuu see how magic flows through the magic formula in objects? Let's say yes. And this is such an amazing opportunity for the Prefect to earn some pocket money!

Yuu is a girl here.

When Yuu was able to discover an interesting feature of magic formulas, in the form of magic flowing through symbols and pointers, her torment in solving some problems finally came to an end.

She repeatedly pointed out to classmates or Ace and Deuce and Grim that "the formula will not work", focusing on the symbol or pointer that creates an error, which is why all the magic spell contained in the formula is tangled like a ball of thread after playing 10 cats with it.

Additional classes with teachers after classes in order to catch up with their classmates gave some advantage in the basics and the base, which some students either lacked, or was very superficial. Because of what all their efforts went down the drain. Teachers in general were not against these small "error analysis", because it was more like a repetition of the material passed, rather than cheating. In addition, the students tried to cooperate with each other, which only pleased the teachers. For a teacher of magical analysis, it was fascinating to study with Yuu. She was interested in everything and she did not think from the point of view of a "magician" She had to get out of it, and improvise based on the experience around her. Unfortunately, it was difficult for Grimm to grasp and learn everything, but he still tried to keep up with Yuu. As a homeroom teacher for Yuu, Crewel was glad to hear a few words of praise from another Professor about the diligence and perseverance of their puppies.

-That's where you have a hole. You indicate a twist for the direction, but put a blocking sign in front of it. …and here. You point the water at the ground. In this amount, you will just make a puddle and dirt around.

-Yuu and will you look here?

Taking the scroll with the drawing, Yuu unfolds and takes out a small magnifying glass to see more precisely the direction of magic. She needed "someone to activate" the formula otherwise she wouldn't see anything.Just a pinch of magic and some mistakes were too obvious. Without magic, it was nothing more than a set of ink on paper.

-There's a mistake here. You write about boiling water, but with such a ratio of pointers, your water simply evaporates before reaching the final part.

-Prefect, what about me?

-Deuce, you don't even need to activate the formula, everyone will see that… you put too much pressure on the paper and overkill with pointers. Write a draft first with a pencil, not a pen….

Due to some "influence" (sad experience) with Azul, Yuu decided to take some money from students for consultation.

At first, only students from the first year turned to Yuu to help draw a more accurate drawing, deal with pointers or a symbol. Check whether the spell will work or come up with something non-standard. Her prices were very tolerable, the timing was quite fast and she did her job efficiently and responsibly.

Senior students asked Yuu to make drawings for their course or test papers, with a bunch of thin lines and other details. Some students simply did not have the strength, time, or desire to mess around with all this.

Soon Yuu had to raise his prices due to the huge amount of work.

During one of the breaks, Azul witnessed a very interesting conversation.

A group of undergraduates surrounded the Prefect in one of the corridors, preventing her from passing or escaping. Looking at the rather formidable and serious appearance of the students, Azul pretended to check something in his notes. To intervene if the situation goes according to plan and Yuu owed them for the rescue. Azul would not be the owner of his own business if he relied only on luck.

-So… what do you say about the price? One of the students asked, looking at Yuu. Meanwhile, the Prefect was skimming through the list -an "Order" for her according to drawings and paintings of magic formulas.A fairly extensive notebook with a bunch of tasks and goals to complete. It was easier to estimate how much time and effort it would take.

-It's quite a lot of work..if the deadlines are tight, I just won't make it on time. - Always honestly answering that she would not make it on time, the students understood how much Yuu could do, and which one would not take even for the largest amount.

-Can we agree on the price?

Suddenly, some kind of enthusiastic light flashes in Yuu's eyes and she enthusiastically tweets the following

-If you all chip in for my thermal underwear, I'll take the order!

For the first time in his life, Ashengrotto felt like all the air in his lungs was knocked out with just one phrase. He had to cough violently to restore the rhythm of breathing. There was an awkward silence among the students surrounding Yuu.

-T… thermal underwear?

The students muttered squeakily, thinking about something of their own and trying to hide their treacherously red faces.

-Yep! At night, after all … - Yuu immediately looks at the guys with suspicion, quickly understanding why they are so quiet and look very confused. Some covered their faces with their hand so as not to burn so much.

-Boys, these are ordinary pajamas with a turtleneck and pants, and not what you were thinking there…Turn off your rich imagination, please, and focus. - Yuu grumbled and snorted with displeasure, looking at the students. -Y-yes, of course…. -But why do you need it? -It's cold in the dorm at night. Everything freezes even under a warm blanket and with Grimm in the heater mode. I need 6 sets. - complaining about her very deplorable situation with a very limited budget, the Prefect thought that it might be worth taking a couple of hundred madols more to take something else from her shopping list.

-6?!so much??

-2 for Vargas lessons. 2 for everyday wear, and 2 more for sleeping. If I take one, it will get very busy and become dirty.

-It makes sense.

-Oh… uh… Yuu?And where exactly did you find this thermal underwear?I would buy this for my sister, she always freezes at home and at school.

-Let me show you a model. There are for different types of figures and ages.

Taking out her phone and finding the right site, Yuu showed what she asked other students about. A simple, plain set similar to the most ordinary warm pajamas.

Never in his life has Azul been able to forget this most stupid conversation with the most ridiculous deal in his life. With this money, you could buy a whole rack of clothes of very tolerable quality! What infuriated him more was that Yuu had created her own small business right under his nose!! And by the way, he can do everything 8 times faster. And get a bigger profit than she did in a week!

[lillified]

So are femmes more highly sexualized in your au or just Starscream?

I made a Twitter thread sort of about this topic, but no, not all of the characters that are femmes/that I make femmes are Uber femme sexy lipstick and high heels

Starscream is already a very charming and flamboyant character—I want to depict her being confident and “sexy” as a positive trait both because I think that it’s in line with the preexisting character, and because I want to include depictions of women who are allowed to be sexy and self assured without being shamed, but also have messy, complicated character flaws, and aren’t reduced to their sex appeal. I think that feminine sexuality as a form of self expression and agency is unfortunately still very lacking in fiction is something that needs to exist without being dictated or authored by men! (not that that is necessarily bad, but that still makes up the vast majority of it).

that being said, I also don’t want people to think that just because Starscream is a high femme who is confidently sexy, then that means the other “female�� characters exist for the same reason. like, Hot Rod is not also a bratty pinup girl. The fundamental philosophy and personalities behind the character aren’t being overhauled so they can fit into the performative “woman” archetype—their genders have an effect on how the world interacts with them, but it doesn’t change who they are.

Ultimately, my goal is to increase the range of perspectives, at least a little bit. Masculinity in transformers is still an assumed default in many ways, and even with attempts to broaden the horizons I don’t think we’ve ever gotten an interpretation or explanation that really breaks out of that. That isn’t the fault of anyone working on it—it’s just an unfortunate reality of entertainment as an industry.

I don’t think my contribution will singlehandedly “fix” every issue where human bias affects the source material, nor do I want to claim that—I just want to contribute my perspective, and enable/inspire others to do the same. My end goal is to show people that their experiences and ideas are extremely important, and their personal contributions, as creators, artists, and human beings, will always be the thing that makes these things special—not the corporations, money, arbitrage, or palatability. 

Sorry for the long answer to your question!! this is just something I’m passionate about and you happened to mention something that’s been on my mind for a while lol

[solradguy]

SOL!!! HI!!! i have a question for u. so im gonna be putting together a 3d printed cosplay prop weapon very soon (not as complex as the outrage but still Large) and i was wondering, do u have any tips for putting it together, whether that be materials or paints to use or ways to go about it? if not no worries, but i figured i'd ask since youre the person i know that's done something similar to this :D

YES ok so first off real biggie Ok. Don't be like me and try using Bondo because you'll be sanding it for like 2 entire actual months. Smooth the layer lines with XTC-3D by Smooth-On (Amazon) because you'd end up spending that much on Spot & Glaze putty anyway lol The XTC-3D can be sanded too, so if you use too much in one spot or whatever it's easy to fix (remember to get a mask to filter out the particles)

Epoxy glue is pretty damn good for PLA but if your prop isn't Outrage-size/weight (<10lbs), you could get away with using Gorilla Glue brand super glue too since it's cheaper. They sell that at Walmart. Make sure you do it somewhere well ventilated because the fumes hurt!! <-learned the hard way

Any acrylic paints are fine for painting. I used like shitty $1.50 Walmart paints for a good chunk of the Outrage. Get a decent primer though. I think I used like Krylon matte white spray primer and it worked pretty good. Krylon's matte clear sealer's what I'm gonna use once I finish the last of the tiny details/touch up on the Outrage too. You can also seal with the XTC-3D for a high gloss finish.

For additional durability, you could install some rods. I went the insane route and put two like 3.5ft long all-thread steel rods in the Outrage. You don't have to do that lol I think maybe putting some wooden pegs in around any pegs that were printed with the prop parts themselves would be enough. Idk what your prop is though so this is just an optional thing. The Outrage was pretty sturdy even before the rods and it's 4ft x ~1.5ft x ~6" and 10lbs

[ogradyfilm]

Recently Viewed: Asteroid City

[The following review contains MAJOR SPOILERS; YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!]

Asteroid City isn’t just the quintessential Wes Anderson film; it’s his mission statement. Hell, considering the flimsiness of the fourth wall—several monologues are delivered straight into the camera lens, giving the impression that they are addressed to the audience—it might even qualify as a manifesto.

In keeping with the director’s previous work, every shot of the eponymous desert town is meticulously composed, as perfect as a postcard—not necessarily symmetrical, but definitely immaculately balanced: the cabins at the local motor inn, the tables in the picnic area, and the stools at the counter of the cramped diner are all assembled in neat, orderly rows. This clean, harmonious visual style stands in stark contrast to the setting’s true nature; the frame can barely contain the chaos and absurdity careening through it: a high-speed police chase whizzes past on the single blacktop road more regularly than the solitary bus, mushroom clouds rise like gargantuan trees above the distant nuclear testing site, and an otherwise ordinary vending machine dispenses deeds for parcels of land the size of tennis courts.

The populace is likewise defined by disharmony, disorder, and imperfection. Critics often describe Anderson’s characters as “quirky,” but here, at least, they defy such reductive, dismissive labels. The protagonist (or the most prominent member of the expansive ensemble, to phrase it more accurately), Jason Schwartzman’s Augie Steenbeck, is deliciously complex beneath his surface-level eccentricities (blank stare, scruffy beard, humorously large pipe); while his profession as a war photographer allows him to impose some semblance of structure upon the inherent senselessness of the world, his interpersonal relationships suffer due to his inability to verbally express himself. Whenever he tries to inform his children that their mother succumbed to cancer weeks ago, for example, his mouth refuses to cooperate. “The timing is never right,” he defensively stammers when his father-in-law (an appropriately stern Tom Hanks) berates him for his hesitation; the images that his shutter captures may be permanently frozen, but beyond their borders, the hours tick by inexorably, leaving him in the dust.

Similarly, actress Midge Campbell’s (Scarlett Johansson, flexing her comedic muscles) career provides a safe environment in which to confront the abuse that she’s endured offscreen, thus empowering her to take control of her trauma. In an effort to encourage Augie to venture outside of his shell, she enlists his aid as a rehearsal partner; in the process of performing the supporting roles in her melodramas, the emotionally-repressed man gradually learns to properly articulate his grief, enabling him to finally mourn the loss of his wife.

The movie’s postmodern framing device further reinforces and enriches this recurring theme. The central action of the plot is presented as a televised production of a theatrical play, complete with Bryan Cranston as a host akin to Rod Serling; in scenes set behind-the-scenes—in cluttered, monochrome backstage areas—the cast grapples with the dense, cryptic, inscrutable material, struggling to rationalize its ambiguities and loose threads. Why does an alien steal a meteorite from a remote tourist attraction, only to unceremoniously return it days later? What exactly is the allegedly “metaphorical” extraterrestrial supposed to symbolize? And why does Augie intentionally burn his hand on a stove? Unfortunately, the solutions to these riddles remain infuriatingly elusive; like Nietzsche’s God, the author has long since passed on, taking any “objective” interpretation of the story to his grave.

This overarching search for meaning permeates every level of the metanarrative. After all, human beings—from Episcopalians to atheists, from schoolteachers to singing cowboys, from scientists to artists—naturally want to find some purpose in the vast, random, indifferent cosmos that they inhabit. But sometimes, concrete answers to life’s mysteries simply do not exist. Rather than becoming paralyzed with insecurity over the gaps in our knowledge, Anderson argues, we must embrace a degree of uncertainty in order to make progress. Curiosity, in other words, is a feature of our culture, not a bug.

Indeed, in philosophy, spirituality, and Asteroid City, the ultimate destination is rarely as significant as the journey.

[fixdex-fastening-technology]

🏗🌏Make Fixing Dexterity👉FIXDEX threaded rods & B7 & din975

[plaindangan]

Futa!Tenko, how is resisting those 'disgusting male urges' going? Judging by the way your cock is always tenting your skirt, I'd say you're only hanging on by a thread, huh. Though if you haven't broken yet, then good for you! I sure hope that there's no one in this school who's intentionally teasing you, hoping that you will break...

Oh, what's Kaede doing here, wearing that short skirt and that sultry smile?~

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"Y-you may not be a degenerate....b-b-but Tenko thinks you're close to one!!" seethed the martial artist. She was hiding in the locker room, desperately covering her tent with her hands and trying to keep calm.

God, why was a pure maiden like herself CURSED to carry this...this...perverted THING around!!!? Filling her head with the thought of pinning down anyone of the fat assed, wobbling, sexy, teasing, sluts in her own class...a-a-and...ramming her dick when into th-!!!

No!! Slapping her cheeks together, Tenko tried to shake away such...filth!! She was strong!! She was noble! She was...

Wait.

"Wh-what did you say about Kaede?!!" Gulping, Tenko turned to peek around the corner...and saw it.

Kaede, with a light, flirty smile on her face, was bending up against the locker. Enough so that her dangerously short skirt was riding up. Riding up to flash her own, flabby, bubble butt right at Tenko...and the pink panties with 'FUCK ME?' written on the back of them.

...Yeah, Tenko didn't last long after that. In just a few moments, Kaede would feel herself pressed against the locker as a feral Tenko was keeping her pinned there. Ripping apart her panties, but happily answering the question by piercing her ass with her slick rod that was finally glad it had a hole to relieve itself after all this time~

In a manner of minutes Tenko had dumped all of her love slime into Kaede's warm, moaning, ass...but this was just the start. She can't go back now.

She was a degenerate...a degenerate Ultmate Futa!!!

And this school was where she'll make her mark as the only one to be worshipped around.

[beetleboyart]

Unnamed

Materials:

Glass frit

Borosilicate Rod

Embroidery thread

Fishing line

Tape

This piece was based off of the amorphous solid that is glass. I wanted to capture the molecules in glass to show its interesting molecular structure. I used a pate de verre technique for the glass domes.

[1966loveminuszeronolimit]

The Silent Road (2019)

Marietta Patricia Leis

Acrylic with ground graphite on Tyvek, wood rod, plastic tubes, gift of the artist, photography by Stefan Batista

The Silent Road is a dialogue between painting and sculpture. It represents a road that leads in two directions, reaching upward toward the ceiling and winding down to the floor. The Silent Road was inspired by Marietta Leis’s time in Iceland during the dark months of the long winter. According to the artist, “The treeless, volcanic landscape revealed the earth’s curved horizon, confronting me with a stark image of all that is infinite—both visually and metaphorically. My acute sense of this fascinating and haunting place provided fertile ground for germination of The Silent Road.”

according to Leis, “In today’s noisy world it is easy to become distracted, numb to our deepest natures. The road to authenticity is by its very nature traveled in solitude. It is an internal road that, with patience, can lead deep into the core of our being. As we each embark on the journey to this rich and fertile place, we can discover a common thread of the shared humanity that binds us.”

Marietta Patricia Leis is an internationally exhibiting multidisciplinary artist and poet. She has lived and worked in New York City as well as Los Angeles, and is currently based in Santa Fe after living in Albuquerque for many years. Leis’s reductive, expressive works are shaped out of experiments in material process and she takes inspiration from forms found in nature, a sense of place, and the internal landscape. The Silent Road was originally created for an exhibition at the Palazzo Mora as part of the 2019 Venice Biennale

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[gatekeeper-watchman]

Daily Devotionals for December 26, 2023

Daily Devotionals for December 26, 2023

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 31:19-20 (KJV): 19 She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff. 20 She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy. Proverbs 31:19-20 (AMP): 19 She lays her hands on the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff. 20 She opens her hand to the poor, yes, she reaches out her filled hands to the needy (whether in body, mind, or spirit).

Thought for the Day

Verse 19 - Having prepared her flax and wool, a virtuous woman spun them into thread, the next step in making clothes. Drawing fibers from a quantity of flax held on her distaff, she used her spindle to twist them together into a continuous strand. As linen thread formed, she wound it on the spindle. So constant an occupation was spinning in the ancient world, that distaff and spindle became symbols of an industrious woman. These tools symbolized a woman's love and care for her family.

A spindle is a small rod, and a distaff is a short-staff. They bring to mind the shepherd's rod and staff, which symbolize his care for his sheep. Psalm 23 pictures the Lord as the Great Shepherd, caring for us as His flock. This beautiful Psalm has comforted countless people over the centuries, for Christ's care and selfless love give even greater security than that of a mother. A good shepherd causes his sheep to rest and graze in green pastures. He leads them where they can drink placid water. Sheep are frightened of running water, since their heavy woolen coats render them incapable of swimming. He restores our souls with the spiritual food of His Word and the living waters of His Spirit. He leads us in righteousness. Even when we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, He is with us. This place is not called the Valley of Death, but the Valley of the Shadow of Death. Shadows look ominous, but they cannot harm us. We need to remember this when faced with any threat of death from the devil. Jesus came to give us life, not death (John 10:10). He also prepares a table from which we may eat even with enemies around us. When we stay close to our Shepherd, we experience such wonderful victories that our cups run over. He anoints us with the Holy Spirit, who empowers us to triumph in all things. He follows us with His goodness and mercy every day of our lives. I asked the Lord one time why goodness and mercy “followed us,” instead of going before us. He told my heart that "goodness and mercy" were behind us to catch us when we fell. He is there to catch us and lift us back up, so we can continue on the path of the Lord. We are promised to live in the security of His house forever.

Verse 20: Bathsheba described the virtuous woman as prosperous and compassionate. Sometimes giving money is easier than giving our time. Whether a kind word or deed, the virtuous woman gives from her stores of faith and knowledge, as well as from her material goods. This is one reason Bathsheba described such a woman as blessed, for the Lord promises a blessing to those who give to the poor. One of the most important things Christians do at Christmas to celebrate the Lord's birth is to assist the poor. There is more joy in this than in giving gifts only to family members. Honoring Christ by obeying Him and helping others is a gift we can present to Him any time of year.

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, thank you for the account of the Proverbs 31 woman in the Bible. Lord, may we all be inspired by her virtue and love. Lord, may we be givers like she was? May we reach out not only to the poor and needy, but to all those whom You lead us to help? Strengthen me to not only give of my money, but also to give of myself. May I share my faith, my love, and my time with those who need encouragement and help? Lord, help me to be sensitive to the needs of those around me and not just walk by when someone needs the help that I can give them. I ask this in the name of Jesus. Amen. From: Steven P. Miller @ParkermillerQ,  gatekeeperwatchman.org Founder of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups, Tuesday, December 26, 2023, Jacksonville, Florida., USA.  X ... @ParkermillerQ #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO, #Ephraim1, #IAM, #Sparkermiller, #Eldermiller1981 Founder on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/Sparkermiller.JAX.FL.USA

[nikkiart66]

Title: Hive of Consciousness

Materials: Metal rods, Trash Bags, Thread

Dimensions:

Statement of Intent:

As I began this project, my main focus was that I wanted to portray how humans behave both in an emotional and physical manner.  I decided to create an anxiety filled space through both material and sound. I wanted to have this human behavior of worrying be highlighted in my piece as an intent to connect us all through a similar shared experience.  Anxiety has always affected me negatively throughout my life, even altering how I function since it gives an overwhelming sensation; I know that everyone has been exposed to it as well in their lives that it made me want to create a piece where it acts as an acknowledgement rather than hiding from it. 

I started out my pieces by creating two separate metal structures that I welded without necessarily having a specific form in mind that it would take on.  I knew that I wanted these forms to act as a head gear, where people could fit from their shoulders and up, so I took that into consideration in making enough space to do so.  Then, I decided to use trash bags as my main material because I see trash bags as alluding to this idea of suffocation. Growing up, I remember being told to be careful with trash bags and to not put our heads inside of it since the material can make it difficult to breathe inside; I relate that asphyxiation sensation to when one is overwhelmed with all these negative thoughts that you can’t catch you’re breathe quick enough.  The overall piece consisted of me taking it step by step, and letting the material take action. 

I used white trash bags, and one by one, I would hot glue the side of the bag to each of the metal sides of the form.  Once I finished covering all four sides, I took a heat gun and swayed it across the loose-fitted trash bags that then resulted in the material stretching and shrinking at the same time.  This allowed for the material to appear almost sheer since it thinned out a lot, but also adhered to the metal form.  The heat from the heat gun was difficult to control so it ended up creating a lot of holes throughout, which I felt added onto the idea of anxiety also being hard to control.  I then added two more layers of trash bags onto both my pieces, which resulted in 24 layers in total and used the heat gun as well, but with the last layer, I tried to limit the number of holes in order to block out others from being able to look within if their own heads aren’t inside it. 

For my audio aspect, I edited myself narrating thoughts of anxiety that were more common and non-specific, even adding dialogue from my own writings I had done in the past.  I layered these thoughts to the point that it was hard to make out what I was specifically saying other than a few words or so; this was because I wanted my audience to linger in the sculpture and see the layers it was composed of, ruminate in their own thoughts if possible.