#white rectangle vent

[wiit889]

Traditional Landscape in New York Photo of a mid-sized traditional full sun front yard brick garden path.

[jjkamochoso]

Wedding Guest Plus One

Fluff

Levi Ackerman x gn!reader

When you get invited to a wedding, you're reluctant to show up by yourself. Luckily, you have a friend that would never leave you hanging...

Warnings: cussing, small mentions of background characters drinking alcohol

A/n: I hope the end isn't too ooc because I couldn't resist the opportunity to write that lol I hope you all enjoy reading this much as I did writing it!! <3

The strikingly opulent invitation was weighing down your hands like it was made of lead. The painstakingly crafted calligraphy was openly mocking you: "To our beloved Y/N and Guest..."

You sighed.

It wasn't like you didn't want to go to your friend's wedding, that wasn't it at all. The event sounded like it was going to be a wonderful time, filled with good food and fun moments as love was being celebrated. It was just that this would be another wedding you'd gone to without a boyfriend or husband. Your friends were mostly nonjudgemental but you knew your continuous bout of singularity over the years was rare enough to garner speculation and gossip from anyone in attendance at those types of gatherings, especially when everyone knew each other.

You hauled yourself out of your office, leaving the frilly paper discarded on your desk to be taunted by at a later time. You quickly made your way down the hall of the Survey Corps base, knocking on the familiar wood door in front of you.

"Come in," said a voice from the opposite side and you wasted no time entering, eager to begin your venting session.

"I see you got your invite as well," you said, spying the same white rectangle upon your best friend's desk.

"I did," Levi replied, his eyes not leaving the paperwork he was currently working on.

You picked it up, inspecting it, and you frowned. "Hey, yours doesn't say Levi and guest! Mine did."

"It said Levi and guest?"

"I hate you," you whined, Levi smirking a bit at his joke. "Mine said 'Y/n and guest' and I want to know why you got spared the embarrassment of being allowed a plus one but never having one."

"That's because everyone knows by now that if I'm showing up, I'm coming alone. They still have hope for you."

"Well, I don't like it," you mumbled, putting the invitation back down.

A few seconds of silence passed.

"Aren't you going to complain to me until my ears feel like they're going to bleed or are you actually going to be a grown up about this and leave me alone to do work?" Levi asked with an eyebrow raised at you.

You scoffed. "I thought friends were supposed to listen to each other rant about stupid shit."

"They are. But this is beyond stupid shit. Who cares if you don't have a partner? We're in the Scouts. Most people's partners are dead. Just lie about having a boyfriend who vanished at the mouth of a titan and people will leave you alone."

"But people at weddings are brutal! Someone's parents will just try to set me up with someone else while I'm there. You would understand if you bothered to go to one once in awhile."

"Weddings are stupid. A public proclamation of love is completely unnecessary." Levi brought his point home with an extra loud huff. "It's pompous and egotistical. I'd rather shit in my hands and clap than go to another one."

"I should've gone to Hange for advice," you said, rolling your eyes, "but they would probably just suggest bringing Bean or Sonny. Or Mike, who'd sniff everyone and get me blacklisted from any other event ever."

That got Levi to let out a small grunt of laughter.

"I really don't know what to do, Levi. It's stupid, I know, but I can't take going to another one alone. I want to be there to support our comrade but I don't want to look like a total loser."

“I’ll go with you,” he suggested as he continued signing papers, the words leaving his mouth like it was the most glaringly obvious idea in the entire world.

"What?" you exclaimed, your mouth hanging open in shock.

He finally looked up to meet your gaze. "Tch, close your mouth, you're going to catch flies. Don't look so shocked, either. Erwin was just telling me I have to go to more shitty events to boost morale amongst the soldiers and brass and you need someone to go with so you don't look lonely. We can hang out, bitch about how lame everything is, and go home. It's a win-win. Unless...?"

"No! That would be amazing," you replied quickly, not wanting to lose this opportunity, "thank you. I'm just taken aback, that's all, since a second ago you used a very crass saying to express your unwillingness to go. Are you sure you'd want to show up with me? People talk, you know. They might think we're dating."

"So? Let them."

Levi was right. You were going to get judged no matter if you brought a random guy, attended by yourself, or went with Levi. At least this way you'd have someone to talk with all night.

"Does this mean we get to coordinate outfits?"

Levi balled up a discarded piece of paper from his trash bin and threw it at you. "Don't make me regret this, brat. Now get back to work."

You left his office chuckling and feeling a newfound sense of relief wash over you.

When the day of the wedding finally arrived, you felt butterflies in your stomach, nervous for what was to come. You tried to keep your mind off the stress you were feeling as you got ready after work. It was a rare occasion to dress up in your civilian clothes as you were always in your formal military wear for galas or other professional events. You had second guessed your outfit all day but it was too late to buy something else so you got dressed and fixed up your hair. As you put the finishing touches on your look, you heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, you were definitely not expecting the sight you were greeted with.

"You're out of uniform."

You both spoke the same sentence at the same time.

"You really know how to keep people on their toes, don't you?" you asked, moving out of the way so he could come in.

"I was tired of wearing that damn thing all the time. This suit hasn't seen the light of day in a long time so I figured this would do instead."

The suit he had on made him look absolutely dashing, even more so than usual (which you didn't know was possible). He wore a gray collared buttoned shirt underneath a dark blue jacket with matching blue slacks and a brown belt. His cravat topped it all off, its stark white a nice contrast to the other colors.

"You look really nice," you complimented, your heart picking up speed as he raked his eyes over you.

"As do you," he replied, sincerity coating every syllable. He certainly wasn't wrong; your outfit hugged you in all the right places, accentuating your best assets. You opted for a silky black color for tonight since the wedding dress code asked for elegance. All of your previous fears about not looking okay were out of your head with the confirmation from Levi that you presented yourself nicely. You hadn't realized that you were lost in space, still enthralled in how handsome your best friend was until he finally cleared his throat, knocking you from your daydream.

"Huh? Oh sorry," you said sheepishly, "let me grab my shoes and we can get going."

The first shoe cooperated wholeheartedly but the second one was not wanting to work with you. You kept trying to buckle it but you were at a bit of an odd angle trying to balance yourself standing up while fiddling with the metal piece.

"May I?" Levi gestured to your foot. “We’re going to be late if you keep messing with that damn thing.”

Frustrated, you nodded, grateful for his help. His nimble fingers made quick work of the buckle and you were ready to leave in no time. You two walked down to where carriages were lined up to take the wedding guests from the Survey Corps base to a town a few miles away. Once you got inside the palatial venue, you were welcomed with the sight of decorations everywhere. The whole building was grandiose but the paper swans, crystal beads, and plush seating arrangements did much to elevate the overall luxuriant atmosphere. You had never seen such a splendid display at any of the other weddings you had been to, but you were at the wedding of two high ranking military officials, after all.

"All this and our soldiers can barely get fresh fruit half the damn time," grumbled Levi, clearly not impressed. You were inclined to agree with him. The whole scene was gorgeous, but in the grand scheme of things, it left a bad taste in your mouth that so much money was spent on this when it could've gone to something more... tangible.

"I know, but there's nothing we can do about it. Let's just try to ignore it and hopefully charm our way into securing more money in our budget from some other mucky-mucks in attendance."

"Here I was thinking I could convince you to leave after the vows were done," Levi said, earning a glare from you.

"In your dreams. There's no way I'm leaving without dinner and dessert. I should've brought extra handkerchiefs to sneak out food like Sasha."

While you two were chatting it up, waiting for the bride to make her appearance, you were quickly garnering much interest from the other guests. People were totally caught off guard seeing you arrive with someone, much less a man, much less the actual Captain Levi. It shouldn't have been as big a deal as it was since you were also a well known captain and you and Levi normally stood by each other at military events you were forced to be at, but the casual air about the both of you at such a romantic occurrence was turning heads. You and Levi paid no mind, continuing talking like you were the only people in the room. Finally, you were saved from the incessant ogling by the music signaling the bride had arrived.

The vows were done, the lips were kissed, the couple was married. Now came the worst time of the night--the social part of the event had started. You and Levi, of course, sat next to each other for dinner but you were dismayed at the fact he was the only one you knew at the table. Hange and your other friends were seated elsewhere and you made a mental note to say hi before the end of the night, even if you were going to see them all tomorrow anyway. Everything was going smoothly, no one bothering you or your date. The food was as yummy as you expected and Levi was satisfied with the tea they offered with dessert. The night had almost ended and there weren't any weird instances you had to deal with.

Until now.

"Oh my goodness! Y/n! It's so good to see you!"

You were startled by the voice practically screeching in your ear as you were eating a large piece of cake. An old acquaintance of yours greeted you loudly, grabbing you into an awkward hug since you were seated and she was standing. She took a seat in the open chair next to you while you prayed Levi would come back from the bathroom soon.

"How are you?" she asked, a huge smile on her face. You knew she'd definitely been drinking heavily throughout the night, though she was normally this giddy all the time.

"I'm doing alright. You know, the same old, same old. Nothing crazy going on at work or anything, thankfully. How about you?"

She completely ignored everything you said. "So I came over to see what was up between you and Captain Levi."

Here we go, you thought to yourself, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Playing dumb was always a good idea in these types of interactions.

"You know," she pressed, taking another long sip of whatever was in her cup, "you and him. I thought it was odd that you usually come to these things alone and all of a sudden you show up with a hot guy like him as your date. How'd you manage that? Did you pay him?"

"We've been best friends for many years and decided to be each others' dates," you said, trying your hardest to remain civil.

"Right." She slumped back in her seat. "That makes a lot of sense. We all figured there was no way you were dating. You two are in completely different leagues."

That was your breaking point.

"Nice seeing you," you said, your chair screeching as you slid it back and walked away from her. You wanted to scream. Why was it so difficult for people to be decent? And who did she mean by "we all" ? Did everyone find your situation that much more interesting than the beautiful wedding taking place? Was it really so strange a notion that you and Levi could've been dating?

Why did it bother you that no one would believe it if you were?

You were practically tripping over your feet to get outside, away from the prying eyes and invasive questions. You made your way over to a secluded bench where you felt tears threaten to spill out of your eyes. A few finally fell, leaving dark splotches on the light stone beneath you. The longer you sat out there, by yourself with no one to bother you or make you question your worth, the more you felt at ease. The brisk night air enveloped you like a blanket and the darkness did wonders to calm your racing thoughts. However, there was just one thought that wouldn't quit nagging you. You and Levi had been best friends for countless years and you had been content with the state of your friendship for all that time. Ever since he offered to be your date for this wedding, though, you'd started viewing him in a more romantic lens. Taking note of his appearance, feeling your heart speed up when he was close to you, getting lost in his eyes a little too long. You'd developed a crush on him but were much too nervous to mention such a silly, trivial thing to him, especially in fear of ruining the bond you shared. Now that someone pointed out the obvious, that you and him don't belong together, your harmless daydreams of him being your lover came crashing down and brought you back to reality. The reality was that Levi could never be yours, no matter how much you so desperately wanted him. It was a sad realization to have on a day that was supposed to be all about celebrating everlasting love, but such is life. You were torn out of your personal pity party when you heard the crunch of leaves underfoot.

"Here," Levi said, handing you your plate with your half eaten cake on it. "It worried me when I saw you abandoned dessert."

He wore an unreadable expression as you took it gratefully, patting the spot next to you as an invitation for him to sit with you.

"I'm sorry for bailing on you," you apologized, nibbling on your fork, "but there was this lady in there that I just-"

"I know," he said, keeping his eyes trained on the sky. "I heard the whole thing."

"Oh."

The void of silence left between you was a gap you were both unsure how to fill, so you didn't. The only thing heard for a few minutes was the faraway sound of laughter and the clinking of your silverware against the porcelain plate.

"She's wrong, you know. They all are," Levi said suddenly, making you jump a bit. You didn't say anything, discarding your empty plate on the ground next to you.

"There's some truly shitty people in this world."

"You got that right," you replied, your eyes moistening again as your mind replayed the mean words you were subjected to earlier.

Levi turned to you. "Don't do that. I know you, y/n, don't sit here and think about what she said over and over. It doesn't matter. She doesn't matter."

"Easy for you to say. You didn't just get your self esteem ripped to shreds." You sniffed and angrily wiped away a tear that streamed down your face as you kept your eyes anywhere but on Levi.

"Look at me."

He spoke with such conviction that you felt compelled to do as he said. Without hesitation, he reached out and wiped away the wet that was accumulating on your cheeks with his thumb. You knew Levi wasn't a fan of physical affection, so why was he being so loving toward you all of a sudden?

"I would go to a hundred of these shitty weddings if you were there by my side because you make them less shitty. You make everything less shitty. I just... fuck, I'm not good with words, but what I mean is that I would do things I hate doing if it meant we could do them together."

You had known Levi long enough to be certain that he was currently expressing his feelings for you in his own roundabout way. Though the confession was a huge surprise, it certainly wasn't unwelcome.

You finally cracked a small smile. "You make my life a lot less shitty too, Levi. I'd even suffer through the entirety of those horrendous galas the MPs throw all too often if I had you next to me."

You reached out your hand to find his and gave it a small squeeze. "Let's get out of here. There’s no point in hanging around now that dessert’s finished."

You stood up, ready to make your exit. Before you went too far out of earshot, he stopped you.

"Want to give them one last thing to talk about?"

You didn't understand what he meant until you followed his gaze, landing on the group of guests that were currently not-so-secretly spying on you.

"Sure, I guess-"

Levi expertly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless. If he didn't have such a steady grip on your body, you would've immediately melted onto the ground in a state of stupor. You heard startled gasps as people clamored about, anxious to spread the news of the two captains kissing.

"Should we flash them the ol' royal salute for being creeps?" Levi muttered against your lips.

"We'll save that for next time," you said, enveloping his lips in yours once more.

[wearwind-ao3]

Fic behind-the-scenes, 2/?

Tanaras (2020, Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

You know how sometimes you read a book and then you begin to write just like that, as if your entire brain was just a sophisticated word digestion and expulsion machine? Tanaras is probably the clearest example I have of that.

By that time we're still in lockdown, and I have lots of time on my hands (you know, because of this whole social isolation thing). There are three past-times I practice religiously: walking, reading, and chatting to my pals from the Claudeleth server. Around that time I pick up two books in particular: Madeline Miller's Circe and T. H. White's Once and Future King.

Tanaras is the ungodly Frankenstein's monster of all those. Picture a beautifully green English countryside at the turn of spring to summer, suffused with that profound loneliness of not being able to speak or see anyone but through that dry eye-inducing rectangle in your pocket. Add the melancholic Arthurian vibes, spruce it up with Circe's poetic syntax, and then put it all on the soil of wanting to see my Claudeleth pals suffer - and here you go. Tanaras. Written slowly and with leisurely angst in the middle of a global disaster.

I miss having time to read that much, though.

Tanaras lives here.

In Obscurum (2021, Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Okay, now shit's getting weird.

It's still the pandemic, mind you. I am working full-time, studying for a masters with impending first-term exams, and having an extended mental health crisis. There's a bunch of works in progress I have going for my actual ship - you know, Claudeleth - but in the meantime, I get an idea for Claude/Hubert.

I think the hook for it was something stupid, like a line I've written in an earlier fic where Claude mentions wheedling Hubert for intel on Byleth. The idea that came out of it was: Hubert von Vestra's POV as he EXTREMELY UNWILLINGLY falls in love with a little golden trickster that could theoretically, in a perfect world, reciprocate. I initially wrote maybe five hundred words and left it there.

Then a wet, dark, miserable November came, life turned stressful, and I started writing the biggest vent fic in the history of vent fics. In between studying and lying face-down on my bed I was spewing chapter after chapter of absolute fucking venom, hating my POV character and everything about him. It was enjoyable, I think, to write such an awful human being and then having him struggle with his just desserts. Pure catharsis. In the meantime, I started publishing the fic and picking up regular commenters.

And then, I'm not sure when exactly, I grew to like Hubert and his awful conniving little mind. It was still a tragedy, an inevitable bad end, but now barrelling towards it gained an extra poignance. When it was complete, and I went back to beta it with a friend, we added the chapter titles: excerpts from the Catholic chant for the dead. What started as In Obscurum (In Darkness) became recontextualised in its broader quote: ne cadent in obscurum ([So that they may] not fall into darkness). At some point, my little hateful spew turned compassionate.

I'm not sure what I learnt from that one, except that I am capable of writing awful people but not irredeemable ones. It's a weird, weird fic. I enjoy coming back to it.

In Obscurum lives here.

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[bvrningfrost]

i need to vent about uraume's kesa i'm sorry

im researching everything around kesa for almost 1,5 years now and just found resources that made me finally fully understand how monk robes work but here's the problem that i've been struggling for all this time with:

in the manga and anime they portray uraume's kesa not the way an actual kesa looks like, and im sure its bc of simplicity reasons for drawing and animation.

the main issue is the binding/closure in the front and the "sleeve" that isn't actually a sleeve but they portray it as such for uraume, a kesa is just one big rectangle that you tie around your body

(disclaimer: there are a ton of different kesa styles and ways to wear them, maybe i just haven't discovered the one method that uraume is using but im researching kesa's for so long now and i'm yet to find one that differs so hard from the other ones)

i think gege went for this kesa style for uraume

but the "sleeve" isn't really a sleeve, its just the kesa hanging over the arm, which means you can see the kimono sleeve underneath which you can't for uraume, you just slightly see the under sleeve for a split second but in a way that it's tucked into an imaginary kesa sleeve that does not exist. also the binding in the front isn't right for uraume's kesa, however;

this style of kesa clips the rest of the fabric around the sleeve of the kimono which makes it almost look like a sleeve but the binding of the kesa is entirely different

it basically looks like gege combined the binding of both of these kesa styles and i can imagine for the """"sleeve"""" he leaned more to the right style

so, where the fuck is my issue with that, you ask?

if i do it in the style of the right kesa, the kimono underneath will be visible but i can make a more sleeve like appearance for the arm

if i do the left style, i will have full closure in the front but i won't be able to make a "sleeve" so the sleeve of the kimono will be a hella lot more visible

and here comes my life long struggle

make my cosplay historically accurate

or

make my cosplay canon accurate for the readers and viewers to recognize it better

the first two kesa i sew were more historically accurate leaning and the kesa i now wear is canon accurate

if i do it historically accurate it will not look the way it does in canon and i don't want ppl to think i fucked the cosplay up, this is such a stupid thing to worry about especially bc historical accuracy is much more important to me, i like to play around with fabric but not with the base structure of the costume i'm sewing but either way, it will not have this sleek fully closed appearance of their black kesa and the white kimono underneath will be visible for both historically accurate versions

in conclusion: svicide.

jk, im gonna fuck around with both versions and figure out how to make it more historically accurate while maintaining a little bit of canon, i already have an idea anyway but ugh, do you see how miserable making a cosplay can be like? lmaooooo

[at-least-monsters-love-me]

I would be the smart arse (I know how I spelt it I have principles) that graffiti’s either “Vandalism” or “Vandalism is bad” that or simply “Curse-word” 😂 also the bad blood ship having a skull and crossbones is hilarious like they straight up put that in a black outlines rectangle except the skull and crossbones are red instead of standard white 🏴‍☠️.

Dude what if there was an either already loose or human manufactured *cough* tampered with *cough* loose panel that opened up a human size hidey hole near the a hot air vent or the engine room something to which the human could simply hide in and not be seen because they’d blend in with the heat against infrared and the label was “prank fallout, yautja survival bunker” there’s snacks too like popcorn and old soda pop bottles but the like old old glass ones.

Relating to this post

Humans never change. There's ancient graffiti from a Viking that visited Turkey that says "Halvdan was here"

There's ancient Egyptian smut graffiti. Or that one guy in Pompeii that wrote on the wall of a brothel that he's gay. My school had a rope climb thing to the ceiling and someone wrote "gullible" up there. HUMANS NEVER CHANGE. We all want to leave our silly little mark on this world!

Also, a little bit of pirate history, red in a jolly Rodger means that they kill. Essentially "take no prisoners". Yes. I'm a nerd and I love this little fun fact.

I love the hidey hole idea! "Prank fallout" had me dying! Probably got sticks of gum so old you can use them as bullets. There's probably also little arrows drawn on the floor as a map so the human didn't get lost. Like "Kitchen ->" or "My room ->"

[sonobeunitsarecool]

Sakurai Haruka: Theory pt. 2

Right, sorry for taking so long, but here's part 2 of the theory that Haruka spend a significant length of time in a psych ward. So the main parts of his MV's that imply this would be from AKAA, namely:

The room is a plain, unfurnished space, with light coming in from bars reminiscent of prison bars. They are high up, for safety. The chair is a simple folding chair, although it's a little too risky for something used on a psych ward (too dangerous, can be used as a weapon). I'd expect seats to be pillows, ottoman-like things, couches, or seating bolted directly into the floor.

A little window on the rooms of patients', it has a little hole on the side so it can be opened. This is used to check on patients at night, to ensure they are well and alive. It is not something seen in most other places, due to privacy.

There are two rectangles. One will be a light switch, and the other will be a panic button, if a patient needs assistance. They are loud. Many other places don't need two visible switches/buttons near the doors.

Here you can see the vent for the door, helps to hear patients and ensures proper air. The doorknob does not appear to be able to lock from the inside. The doorknob is a minor ligature risk, however ease of use and reduction of avaliable ligatures should make it a decent doorknob choice. The floor seen here is made of square tiles. Good for cleaning, however a risk for self-harm. It's shown as rectangular in other parts, but it may just be due to camera angle. All in all (knowing/agony), this can only be a depiction of a psych ward. This is backed up by Haruka's language skill level, as discussed in pt. 1, and what that implies in terms of education. What does this explain? Why would Haruka's time spent on a psych ward be shown, in a video depicting his mindscape regarding his crime? Does this fact put any other details into context? What can be inferred? Well, to start, were Haruka on a psych ward, it would explain his clothes. For the most part. In Weakness, the "current/teen" version of Haruka is in a plain, white outfit.

He wears shoes that aren't complex in design, and probably don't allow him any advantage in a fight. The clothes are white, good for washing and easy identification of patients, and don't provide any extra ligature opportunities. Now, there's a high chance that these are actually Haruka's clothes, not ones provided by the ward, because of something else later.

In AKAA, his shoes are different, but still white, harmless, and likely provided by the facility. Oddly enough, his socks are mismatched. He also wears his patchwork outfit, a combination of personal clothes and more formal/provided clothes. This is in line with some of his int. answers, such as: "How do you decide what clothes to wear for the day" - "I wear what's there" (because he doesn't have a lot of choice, plus spending a long time away from home would mean that he doesn't need many personal clothes to wear outside of the ward) "What do you think of the prison outfits?" - "They're kind of relaxing" (he's more used to the prison outfits than "normal" outfits, so it provides him with a sense of familiarity and comfort) Something that is not consistent with this theory would be his necklace! Except. If you look carefully, the only times we see him wearing his necklace in the MVs would be when he is unlikely to be on the unit at that moment. He doesn't wear it for most of AKAA, for example. But, he's still attached to it. Which makes me wonder as to where in his personal timeline did he come into possession of his mother's necklace? Because he cannot have worn it on the ward. It's an obvious ligature risk. But he's wearing it here:

Implying that he wore it during his murder of his victim. This is what makes me think that these are Haruka's clothes, because the ward would probably want its clothes returned to it upon discharge. (VERY low chance of killing someone while on the ward, and his victim was killed outside, judging by the little green patch in the background of the end shot of AKAA) Okay. That's a lot of reading into clothing. I think I'll cut it off here, and make a part 3. Didn't mean for it to get this long... Next time, I'll want to talk about how his time on the ward has impacted his behaviour, putting a lot of Haruka's actions into context that may not be immediately obvious for some viewers. It'll mostly be me going over a bunch of tiny details. Should I post about other things? I've been wondering about doing translyrics for Backdraft, a summary of how each character refers to everyone (honorifics, how they refer to self, how this changes), and a post on why Milgram makes no sense (or why it's not an actual prison), linking the info in this post to the Milgram facility. Should I do any of these? (And are there any other cipher texts I've missed, because for some reason I've become very interested in them. It's a whole other alphabet! I wonder if any of the merch has cipher text...? As an easter egg.)

[kazaleas]

Its quiet. You think.

You don't even remember what time it is when you're sitting at the couch and staring at the big rectangle tv, some old news channel playing on the lowest volume setting, spewing talk about some brand recall you could care less about. It's silent here, the only sound you can focus on is the sound of the air vents blowing and the ringing of the lamp dying in the corner.

The time ticks by, broken clock in the middle of the left wall that has long lost it's ticking sound since you bought this apartment, forever stuck on 2:48pm. You don't know what time it is, but judging by the way the sun is peeking through the window shades in soft blues, it's probably early morning in the AM, and you've pulled another sleepless night of the week.

How long will it be like this? You ask yourself.

The ceiling only gets so interesting after awhile, and the fiddling of fingers and clicking of nails can only drive you crazy for so long. And still, you sit there on the leather couch that sticks to your bare skin from how long you've been in the same spot, staring up and waiting for something to happen. Something, anything. But nothing. You're tired, you want to close your eyes and maybe you'll wake up, or maybe.. the latter option.

You glance to the phone you've left on silent since Monday, reaching your hand out to it while it sits collecting dust on the coffee table. Your arms makes a cracking sound when you finally move it after hours, fingers wrapping slow around the cold black screen and pulling it towards you. The light the screen makes is nearly blinding, but a slow adjust to the brightness and you can blink away the dark spots that had formed in your eyes.

The phone reads a page of notifications formed in paragraphs. Message after message, call after call, and it goes on and on. The purple you recognize so easily, the familiar smile of the profile picture you set with the 3 fingered hand formed in the shape of a heart, and matched with the hand of a faceless person next to it, which happens to be you. The messages are all from him, the name header labeled with 2 purple hearts and a robot emoji, and the name you've been accidentally ignoring since you stopped coming outside of these familiar walls that you hide in.

Each message starts off calm, collected, worried enough that it's fair. It goes downwards after that, spam calls and more than a triple text, hour after hour, voicemails filling up your inbox, even emails. Every single app he has access to you on is filled to the brim with message after message, which would be concerning, if it weren't for the fact you have been a ghost to everybody you know for the last.. 2 weeks?

Then it's there, your phone freezes, the screen goes white, and there's two small red and green buttons and one big circle profile picture with the familiar name under it. He's calling you. Your body freezes, and your fingers twitch forward towards the screen like they wanted to click something, but you were just stuck. Staring. Watching his name, watching the phone button ring, feeling your heart stop beating in your chest just for a few moments, but your face is practically emotionless. You know you feel something, but really you can't feel it at all.

Its quiet.

[bambiraptorx]

kinda crappy vent comic i made so i could stop crying and go to sleep last night lol

(warning for possible eyestrain)

[I.D. Four panel comic using a simple human figure with a sketchy circle, disconnected from the neck, for a head. Over the comic, the figure gets fuzzier and less defined. The first panel is tinted yellow and shows the figure holding up their hands, one arm a slightly darker shade. Next to them it says "There's a sort of mental block I have when it comes to talking about my feelings." The second panel is tilted red, a close up of the figure's face. They have no eyes, but tears drip down their cheek and their mouth is open in a frown. The words on this panel go into the gap between their head and their neck and say, "Sometimes it's pain in my throat that I can't speak around." The third panel is purple, with the figure shown from the front, their hands in front of them holding a small rectangle to signify a phone. The words above their head read "Sometimes it's staring at a screen, knowing people on the other end would care and comfort me, but unable to ask for help." The last panel is in shades of grey, the figure a fuzzy white mass with no discernible pose or expression. The words are now written on top of them, and say "I don't know why I'm like this. I wish I weren't." End I.D.]

it took like 40 minutes to make this but better than tears on my face while i'm laying down easily in the top ten worse sensations and i cannot get to sleep when crying

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Paper Icelandic Poppies

Project by Kate Alarcón:

There’s a particular kind of lady-slipper orchid that I have made and remade and adjusted and readjusted.  I’ve probably made a hundred little green orchid slipper prototypes, and each try is more frustrating than the last. At this point, I suspect that the minute I finally do figure out this orchid, I’ll make it and then crumple it up, just to vent my irritation.

The Icelandic poppy is another flower that I feel like I’ve never completely nailed down. I’ve been tinkering with this version for over a year now. But unlike the lady-slipper, just about every attempt at this poppy has been really fun. I think it’s because poppies — with their wrinkled petals and hairy, spindly, crooked stems — are gloriously awkward. My practice poppies could carry off every little eccentricity I inflicted on them with rumpled panache.

I hope you’ll make your own awkwardly glorious bouquet of poppies and stick them in a vase and fuss with them as they tilt their blooms at weird angles, and lean all over the place, being disagreeable. And just when you’re about to throw up your hands, you’ll step back and realize that it’s all come together. You’ll want to make more.

The crinkle technique I describe below is adapted from Livia Cetti’s gorgeous and essential book, The Exquisite Book of Paper Flowers.

Special thanks to the phenomenally talented Lynn Dolan (@lmdolan75 on Instagram) for her generous advice on this project! —Kate

Photography by Kate Alarcón

Supplies

-18 gauge cloth-covered floral wire -8mm wooden beads -white cosmetic wedge sponges for applying glue -sharp scissors –poppy templates

Crepe paper

This is what I used, but definitely feel free to mix it up and substitute.

From Castle in the Air:

-“Pale Yellow Green” heavy crepe for the frill at the top of the seed pod -“Lemon” heavy crepe for the stamen filaments -“Sunflower” fine crepe for the anthers at the end of the stamens -Fine crepe in “Red,” “Persian Pink,” “Pale Pink,” “Pink,” “Sunflower,” and “Vanilla” for the petals

From Paper Mart:

-“Moss Green” heavy crepe to cover the pod and wrap the stem, from Paper Mart

Optional:

Design Master Color Tool Spray in “Holiday Red,” “Perfect Pink,” “Coral,” “Orange,” and “Yellow”

PanPastel in “Permanent Red Tint 340.8,” “Permanent Red 340.5,” “Orange 280.5,” and “Hansa Yellow 220.5”

A note about grain:

The grain of the crepe paper runs parallel to the roll or fold.  You will almost always cut petals with the grain, placing the template so that the tiny wrinkles in the paper run up and down the template, not across. Each template includes an arrow to show the direction the grain should run.

Constructing the seed pod at the center of the flower:

The first step is to create the little frill at the top of the seedpod. Use template A to cut a frill piece from the pale green heavy crepe. Stretch the wider end of the piece all the way out, flattening all the little crinkles in the upper half inch of the frill piece.

Twist the frill piece, beginning about ½” below the top edge. The part of the frill that you stretched will form a little funnel. As I twist, I like to place my fingertip inside this funnel so that it stays open.

If this feels cumbersome, it’s fine to just twist and then use one end of your floral wire to reopen the funnel.

Insert the twisted bottom part of the frill piece into your wooden bead.

Dip the tip of your wire in the glue and scrape off any extra so that you have a thin coat that isn’t dripping all over the place. Insert this wire tip into the bottom of the bead, next to the bottom of the fringe that you’ve just inserted.

You don’t need to push this all the way up into the bead.  You’re mostly just trying to anchor the wire tip inside the bead. You’ll secure it in the next step.

Use template B to cut a rectangle from the medium green heavy crepe. Snip a very short fringe across the top of this rectangle (it’s fine to freehand this, but you can also use the lines drawn across the top of template B).

Use your sponge to swipe a thin layer of glue over this piece. Lay your bead on top of the rectangle, so that the top edge is slightly higher than the top of the bead.  Stretch the rectangle around the bead and press either side together.

Trim the excess rectangle.

Use your fingers to press the fringes of the green crepe down onto the top of the bead. Scrunch the green paper beneath the bead around the wire.

This will secure the pod to the wire.

For the stamens:

Use template C to cut a rectangle from the pale yellow, heavy crepe. Stretch this rectangle all the way out.  It should now be the same width as template D, but if it’s wider, trim any excess. The dotted line across template D shows how deep you should cut the fringe. (You’ll be cutting from the top). You can trace this line with a pencil or just fold along it and let the crease mark where your fringe should stop.

Without stressing out about it, cut the fringe as finely as you can.

Using the diagonal line on template D as a guide, cut away some of the excess paper beneath your fringe.  This will create less of a bump where you’ve applied your stamens, and also smooth the transition from stem to blossom.

Use your wedge sponge to apply glue to the area beneath the dotted line. Place your bead on this fringe piece, so that the bottom of the bead sits just above the dotted line. Roll the fringe around the bead loosely.

Don’t worry about what’s happening below the bead; just focus on making sure that the fringe at the top is even all the way around.

Scrunch the bottom of the fringe around the wire all the way up to the base of the pod.

Gently pinch the filaments between your thumb and forefinger and bend them away from the center, all the way around, creating a tidy ring of stamens.

Now you’ve got your stamen filaments ready to go!

Cut a 3”x 9” rectangle from the orange fine crepe (the short sides will run parallel to the grain.) Fold it in half vertically and in half vertically again.

Cut a fine fringe through all these layers, turn it 90 degrees, and cut across your fringe to create a fine “confetti.” Gently sweep this confetti into a little pile.

Squirt some glue onto a paper plate or disposable dish, and dip the ends of the yellow fringe into the glue.

To keep my seedpod frill clear of the glue, I prefer to hold the stem at a 45 degree angle and dip one section of the fringe at a time, slowly twirling it to glue all the way around.

Dip your fringe into the pile of confetti.  Now your filaments have anthers!

Adding color:

You can apply color before or after you cut your petals.

If I’m using the Color Tool spray, I prefer to color sheets of paper ahead of time. Though the odor fades after a couple of days, this stuff smells really intensely like bug spray when you first apply it, so I strongly recommend doing this outside, preferably with a mask on.

Shake the can well, and spray on a light coat.  If you’d like more intense color, let the first coat dry a little bit and then spray on another light coat.  I like to spray rows of color across the grain of my paper, spacing them a little bit farther apart than my petal height.

If I’m using PanPastels, I usually cut and then color my petals. Use your cosmetic sponge to swipe the pastel onto the petal, swiping with the grain of the paper.

I especially like to apply it so that the color is more intense toward the petal edges, fading toward the bottom, though you could also reverse that.

Clockwise from top: 1. “Vanilla” crepe with “Holiday Red” spray, 2. “Red” crepe with “Orange” PanPastel, 3. “Sunflower” crepe with “Holiday Red” spray, 4. “Vanilla” crepe with “Orange” spray, 5. “Light Pink” crepe with “Yellow” spray, 6. “Vanilla” fine crepe with “Perfect Pink” spray, 7. “Persian Pink” crepe with “Coral” spray, and “Persian Pink” crepe with “Holiday Red” spray.

For the petals:

Each poppy will have six petals: two from template E, two from template F, and two from template G.  Templates E through F are actually half a petal, so you’ll need to fold your fine crepe parallel to the grain and place the dotted line along the fold.

Lay the petal on a smooth surface.  Place your fingertips about an inch in from the edge of the petal closest to you. Place your thumbs right on the edge, behind your fingers. Use your thumbs to drag or inch the paper toward your fingers. When your thumbs and fingers touch, leave your thumb where it is, lift your fingertips and set them down about an inch forward. Repeat until you’ve gathered the whole petal into pleats.

Pick up your gathered petal and pinch up and down it to set the pleats.

Holding the pleats in place, twist the petal as though you were gently wringing water out of a rag. You’ll twist them pretty firmly, but I find it works better to use a lot of little twisting motions than to try to do everything all in one big twist. Untwist and gently spread the petal, taking care not to smooth the tiny pleats and wrinkles very much.

You can curl your petal at this point or after you glue your pleats.

Curling the petals is a lot like curling ribbon for giftwrap: you can scrape the petal with the blade of your scissors, a skewer, or just your fingers, moving from the base of the petal to the upper edge as you scrape.

Spread the bottom half inch of the template most of the way out and use your sponge to dab glue all the way across the bottom of the petal.

Pinch the bottom edge to gather it back up. Let the glue dry for a few minutes.

Snip off the excess bulk at the bottom of the petal.

Attaching the petals:

You’ll apply the petals in pairs. Start with the template E’s, and place them on opposite sides of the pod.  Apply a little bit of glue to the base of the petal and press it right up under the bead.

The second set of petals, the F’s, come next. Working clockwise, place each F beside each E, so that each F overlaps each E by about 30 percent.

Finally, apply each template G petal beside your template F petals, again overlapping by about 30 percent.

Finishing your flower:

Cut a few ¼” x 8” strips across the grain of the medium green heavy crepe. Dab glue on the first two or three inches of the strip and tightly wrap the section of the stem just beneath the flower to secure the petals and hide the petal bottoms. Apply a small amount of glue to one side of the stem wire. (I usually glue four or five inches of the stem at a time so I don’t get as much glue on my hands.)

Hold the strip at a 45-degree angle to the stem and gently stretch the strip as you twirl the stem, spinning the strip all the way to the bottom. If your strip breaks or runs out, just begin with a new strip right above the place on the stem where your previous strip ended.

Once the glue is dry, take some time to straighten your stamens and arrange your petals. You might want to curl some a little bit more, or gently tug a petal’s edge to straighten out crumpled pleats, or press some of the petals down where the petal meets the center to separate the layers.

Sources for supplies:

Michaels: 18 gauge floral wire, Design Master spray, wooden beads, glue

Castle in the Air: Crepe paper, glue, wire

Paper Mart: Crepe paper

Blick: PanPastels

[inemi]

STAN BORYS-jaskółka.

Jaskółka czarny sztylet, wydarty z piersi wiatru

Nagła smutku kotwica, z niewidzialnego jachtu

Katedra ją złowiła w sklepienia sieć wysokąJak śmierć kamienna bryła

Jak wyrok naw prostokąt

Jaskółka błyskawica w kościele obumarłym

Tnie jak czarne nożyce lęk, który ją ogarnia

Jaskółka siostra burzy, żałoba fruwająca

Ponad głowami ludzi, w których się troska błąka

Jaskółka znak podniebny jak symbol nieuchwytna

Zwabiona w chłód katedry przestroga i modlitwa

Nie przetnie białej ciszy pod chmurą ołowianą

Lotu swego nie zniży nad łąki złotą plamą

Przeraża mnie ta chwila, która jej wolność skradła

Jaskółka czarny brylant wrzucony tu przez diabła

Na wieczne wirowanie, na bezszelestną mękę

Na gniazda nie zaznanie, na przeklinanie piękna

Na wieczne wirowanie, na bezszelestną mękę

Na gniazda nie zaznanie, na przeklinanie piękna

Na gniazda nie zaznanie, na przeklinanie piękna

Hirondelle poignard noir, arraché de la poitrine du vent

Ancre de tristesse soudaine, d'un yacht invisible

La cathédrale l'a attrapée dans les voûtes du filet aussi haut que la mort un bloc de pierre

Comme le verdict des allées du rectangle

Avalez la foudre dans une église morte

Elle coupe comme des ciseaux noirs la peur qui la saisit

Hirondelle soeur de la tempête, deuil flottant

Au-dessus de la tête des gens en qui les soins errent

Avalez le signe du ciel comme un symbole insaisissable

Prudence et prière attirées dans la fraîcheur de la cathédrale

Il ne coupera pas le silence blanc sous un nuage de plomb

Il ne baissera pas son vol au-dessus des prairies avec une tache dorée

Je suis terrifié par le moment qui lui a volé sa liberté

Avale un diamant noir jeté ici par le diable

Pour la filature éternelle, pour le tourment silencieux

Pour ne pas connaître les nids, pour maudire la beauté

Pour la filature éternelle, pour le tourment silencieux

Pour ne pas connaître les nids, pour maudire la beauté

Pour ne pas connaître les nids, pour maudire la beauté

A swallow of a black dagger, snatched from the breast of the wind

The anchor of a sudden sadness, an invisible yacht

The cathedral caught her in the basement of a net as high as the death of a stone block

Like the verdict of the alleys of the rectangle

Swallow lightning in a dead church

She cuts like black scissors the fear that seizes her

Swallow sister of the storm, flowing mourning

Over the heads of people in whom worries wander

Swallow the sky sign as an elusive symbol

Caution and prayers offered in the cold of the cathedral

It will not break the white silence under a cloud of lead

It will not suppress its flight over the meadows with a golden stain

I'm afraid of the moment that took away her freedom

Swallow the black diamond thrown here by the devil

For eternal spinning, for silent torment

Not to know nests, to curse beauty

For eternal spinning, for silent torment

Not to know nests, to curse beauty

Not to know nests, to curse beauty

Una rondine di un pugnale nero, strappato dal petto del vento

L'ancora della tristezza improvvisa, lo yacht invisibile

La cattedrale l'ha catturata nei sotterranei con una rete alta come la morte di un blocco di pietra

Come il verdetto dei vicoli del rettangolo

Inghiottire un fulmine in una chiesa morta

Taglia come forbici nere la paura che la prende

Rondine, sorella della tempesta, lutto che scorre

Sopra le teste delle persone in cui vagano le preoccupazioni

Ingoia il segno del cielo come un simbolo sfuggente

Cautela e preghiere offerte nel freddo della cattedrale

Non romperà il bianco silenzio sotto una nuvola di piombo

Non sopprimerà il suo volo sui prati con una macchia d'oro

Ho paura del momento che gli ha tolto la libertà

Ingoia il diamante nero lanciato qui dal diavolo

Per la rotazione eterna, per il tormento silenzioso

Non conosci i nidi, maledici la bellezza

Per la rotazione eterna, per il tormento silenzioso

Non conosci i nidi, maledici la bellezza

Non conosci i nidi, maledici la bellezza

[drawingtutorialforkids]

Computer Output Devices Drawing Easy with Colour / How to Draw Computer Output Devices 💻

Focusing on computer output devices drawing easy with colour or how to draw computer output devices. 5 output devices drawing or computer output device drawing is pervasive in exams or competitions. Please have a look at my output devices of computer drawing easy method. 

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Computer Output Devices drawing tutorial steps: 

1. Speaker: Draw a basic rectangular or cylindrical shape of the body of the speaker. Draw simple lines inside the speaker's front side. Colour it or give it only black colour. This can be as simple as drawing two eyes on the front of the speaker. You can also make the speaker more practical by adding buttons 

2. Monitor: Start by drawing a rectangle or square on paper. This rectangle or square will represent your computer screen. For LCD screens, draw the part that connects the two sides of the rectangle so that it is thinner and closer to the other rectangle than the rest of the rectangle. 

3. Headphone: Draw two circles on each end of the headphone. These circles will show the ear cups. Draw curved lines connecting the circles to the headphones. Inside each circle, draw smaller circles to represent it more attractive or realistic. Around each ear cup, draw slightly larger circles to represent the padding that goes over your ears for comfort. You may add lines for texture or shading to give it depth. 

4. Plotter: The plotter consists of different types, namely: a. Inkjet plotters b. Infinite Gerber plotter c. Mechanical plotter d. The final plotter Draw it as I've shown in my tutorial step-by-step 

5. Projector: Draw a rectangular shape of the projector. It's like a box. Draw a large circle to add the lens at the front side that projects the images onto the screen. On the side of the body, draw some buttons. that is used to adjust image, focus, and other settings. Draw some small rectangles or circles on the back side which are the ports where other devices like computers or laptops connecting cables will be plugged in. Add some small lines or shapes on the sides or back of the projector, which show vents that keep the projector cool while running. 

6. Printer: Draw a rectangular shape to represent the main body of the printer. Draw a paper tray on top of the base, where the paper should be put. Draw a small rectangle on the front of the printer to represent the power buttons of it. Then draw a small rectangular shape at the top of the printer to show the output tray. Colour it with white or black colour as you like. Add a company logo on the front side of the printer. 

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[bassiter2]

it's considered anti-intellectual these days (at least online) to hate "modern art" but it's like that exact reason that i have beef with it. like my thing is more than anything the way that people will defend it with "oh you think that's just a red square? you think this masterpiece is just a random series of shapes? well think again, this is in fact meant to represent the anguish he felt after his wife's miscarriage" like ok how could i possibly have known that that's what i'm looking at. if i have to read someone's personal diary or see an interview to have any clue what a particular art piece means then quite genuinely it does not mean that. that may have been the intent that someone put into it but if i don't read it, it's not really there, is it? and i don't think that actually makes the thing valuable to anyone other than that person, and especially no more worthy of being in a museum than anyone else's personal vent art or whatever.

and like it's not that i can't get anything aesthetically from looking at abstract pieces, i definitely do appreciate just looking at good colors and shapes from time to time, but man when i toured the moma i got soooo tired of that so fast. it just blends together. like here's a yellow rectangle. now here's a green one. now here's a grey one with a small red square overlapping on the side. oh that represents your alcoholism? that's interesting but i would care infinitely more if it was hanging on your bedroom wall and you were telling me about it after we hooked up than if it was surrounded by a 5ft perimeter of blank white space with yet more colored shapes painted by other people who'd probably be better off just learning to articulate their feelings with words. oh or maybe someone just used period blood instead of paint and therefore i should care and i should intellectualize the instinct to be disgusted instead of being so plebian as to simply be disgusted. of course if someone had that on their bedroom wall no one would blame you for hightailing it outta there but if it's in a museum then "disgust is what you're SUPPOSED to feel. so you're reductive actually for not analyzing it and coming to some conclusion about what it REALLY means."

..and i'm ngl i def also have the more annoying instinct to think "i could make this in 5 seconds" but that's quite honestly the least of it. i just can't help but think like, if what makes [this] art valuable isn't innate talent but rather the audience's willingness to meet it halfway, then isn't it then my responsibility to meet basically EVERYTHING halfway? but no one actually expects that, so what gives paint on a canvas special privilege? so i decide that simply nothing does. i will meet plenty of things halfway to understand them but i'm not gonna do it over and over again for hours where all the people involved are people i barely know anything about. i'd rather just see your colored shapes on instagram where you readily admit you were just trying to make something that looked good and there's nothing deeper going on and i don't feel like everyone around me would think i'm stupid for "not getting it."

[productdesignanddevelopment]

Oval Soffit Vent Replacement With Self-Aligning Frame

Shop ASA resin rectangle soffit vent with metal screen & self-aligning frame. Fits 11.75"x3.5" oval cutout. Easy to install, Available in white or beige color.

[poki234]

Week 2 Artist Blog Post

A conversation happens between Sierra R. Aguilar, an individual interested in learning about color, light, and composition in photography and Rob Hand, a famous photographer who focuses on road trip photography. Although Rob created his unique photos located most of the time in Western America, his powerful influence on photography has shaped the way other people view and interact with photography, defining him as one of the greatest American road trip photographers in history. Rob was born on a farm located in Southern England. He started to be interested in doing photography at the age of 31 which convinced him to travel more from London to the United States to make his road trip photos appear interesting and dynamic to the viewer. Rob wanted to capture moments of his trip by the natural landscape of how the figures in the image are positioned. Some of Rob's accomplishments are he has 7 photographs displayed in the National Portrait Gallery in London and he created his first book coming up with a creative title called "Diesel Fried Chicken." One piece of work Rob shot is a photo taken in Palms, California where the photo appears as a building with a green vent on the roof and under the vent is a slanted plank labeled in white lettering, "LAST COLD BEER." There are two rectangles in the orange building, inside those rectangles are a separate color side of warm and cool colors. The bright blue on the left is shining brighter than the hot orange on the right. A similar case applies to the floor lighting, in the middle ground on the left is an alien like green gleaming towards the green crate far away from the orange building. On the right side, a combination of the bright blue and hot red are used to create a minimum purple light. Finally, the composition was taken at an imaginary diagonal line. If we cut down the line holding the left side of the building and follow the diagonal line connecting the two colored light sources, the green and purple light would enter into our space.

2. If I ever saw this photo in real life, then I would like it because I noticed how Rob took this specific photo at no angle since he probably knew a changed composition of the objects listed here then the original photo would give the setting and mood a different impression. The variety of cool and warm colors are perfectly balanced out, having a photo that contains asymmetrical balance is more interesting to observe it's physical qualities then a photo being 50/50 on both sides of the composition. The sizing of the green crate in the middle ground on the left side is smaller compared to the sizing of the orange building as it stands out, the building takes up almost the entire middle ground leaving me to wonder what is behind the alien like green crate? This photo might influence my own creative production because a common element of design I observed Rob applied in this photo is color. For example, let's say Rob decided to take the same photo as the original posted below. The only difference is Rob sees a different approach of focusing attention on the main subject by using the classic black and white. Now this method would have a little effect on the photo as the viewer will only be able to observe a mix of black and white over the entire space. The black and white approach would take attention from the time of day the photo was taken, the actual appearance of the objects shown with life, and how the objects connect with each other. In this case with color, I can identify what objects are what they are by their color such as the orange building in front of the photo and playing around with the concept of color in my own photography will affect the story and purpose I want my audience to feel.

3.

Palms, California by Rob Hann

4.

Road Trip Photographer Rob Hann's Website: https://robhann.com/

Photographers on Photographers: Sierra R. Aguilar in Conversation With Rob Hann:

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Modern Simple POP Designs

Modern simple POP (Plaster of Paris) designs are popular choices for interior ceilings due to their sleek and minimalist aesthetics. These designs are characterized by clean lines, smooth surfaces, and often emphasize functionality alongside style.

Here's a general description of modern simple POP design:

1. Clean Lines and Geometric Shapes:

Modern Simple POP designs often feature clean and straight lines with geometric shapes. Squares and rectangles are commonly used to create a simple yet elegant look.

2. Minimalist Approach:

The simplicity of modern POP design lies in its minimalist approach. Uncluttered ceilings with subtle details contribute to a contemporary and sophisticated atmosphere.

3. Smooth Surfaces:

Modern POP designs focus on creating smooth and seamless surfaces. The finish is typically sleek, giving a polished and refined appearance to the ceiling.

4. Recessed Lighting Integration:

Recessed or hidden lighting is a common feature in modern POP designs. Lights are often embedded within the POP structure to provide a soft and diffused glow, enhancing the overall ambiance of the room.

5. Neutral Colors:

The color palette for modern POP designs tends to be neutral. White and shades of gray are popular choices as they contribute to the clean and contemporary look, making the space appear larger and brighter.

6. Functional Design Elements:

Modern POP designs may incorporate functional elements such as hidden storage, built-in speakers, or even air conditioning vents. These features seamlessly blend into the ceiling design, maintaining the overall simplicity.

7. Artistic Patterns:

While simplicity is key, modern POP designs can include subtle artistic patterns or textures. These patterns add a touch of uniqueness without overwhelming the overall design.

[camerawhoisalsocam]

DC fan here, lemme give yall my 2 cents on thesw outfits.

FUCK

Okay lemme run down the best to worst, I'll start with the good and I'll slowly devolve into an insane little man

Wonder Woman. Honestly its rare to mess up WW's design. This ia a fairly accurate rendition, mixing in the combat skirt with the OG shorta works, the line work on the upperbody is good, and the arm peices look good. Hell they even made sure to make her muscles pop out more and even gave her slightly tanned skin to match her greek heritage. Oh boy, that face tho, she uh, she dont look right. Her head looks like a rectangle. That small mouth makes her face all smooshed too

Vixen is so damn bland. I know most of her outfits consist of a orange leotard. Can do something! Give her tiger prints on her legs! Make the top of her outfit thats black into a jacket, or make it dark brown like on her teenage outfit! Give her tooth earings, DO ANYTHING! Its so boring to look at! Vixen has a very plain original design, that makes her SO EASY TO CHANGE! Out of so many DC hero's she has is one of the most customizable. Also i dont like how her bracelet dont match anything else on her outfit, just make them silver to match the necklace ffs

Black Canary looks like a ghost. Its like the paper white skin of the old engine. Hey atleast the blonde isn't yellow colored like every other blonde in RWBY. Now onto the.... idk what to call it. Canary isnt a stranger to blue, but this much is excessive. Black and Grey had been a simple color palet that works great. When it comes to Canary she's the opposite of Vixen where little is enough. Now onto the outfit, the leggings/stocking dont look skintight as they normally should be, the jacket is fine and I've slowly warmed up to the chocker type lace around her neck. But that shirt? I hate it, the lines are uneeded and over complicated for her design. Whats the point of the little opening at the top for? Fanservive? Its all just too distracting to look at

Yang....

My god what am I looking at? Okay top to bottom lets run it down

I know we cant see her ponytail that well but from what I can see I know her V4 pony is better. This looks like it just falls flat, Yangs hair has to have some poof to it. And god dammit fix her bangs. They look longer and messier, I know its a small change but changing a character hair, specifically the bangs, can really change how their face looks.

I've always had issues with how much of Yangs neck geys covered since it makes her head area even bigger. Her V1 scarf and the V2 lack there of looked great, the scarf even looked good in V7. But this is so excessive. Its massive! I know she's taking on a spartan like look, so take a look at Shazam and make that orange towel smaller!

The chest, yeah im going there. I know Yang is the "big booby blonde" but my lord those look painful. Her body proportions have been inflated! Armour is supposed to suppress a girls chest for proper protection. Each tit is as big as her head! Atleast the armour is gold, thank god Yang has her primary color on a goos majority of her body.

Now for the arms and lower torso. Im happy they took the dark brown from her V7 jacket, idk of this is a hot take but I like that jacket and the color works well for Yang as a pseudo black. The stripes are fine on the arm but I don't like them on the body.

No! Get that poopy brown over all colors off! Its gross! And that light yellow pee color doenst work either. Make it a bolder yellow or make it gold.

Alright thanks RT for giving me a reason to vent out my frustrations of my awful day in a productive way instead of lashing out like an angey gremlin.

I may not be a professional character designer, or an artist, but im not a dumbass. I know RT has had issues with character designs in recent years, so using these as the first teaser/leak is definitely a turn off. Not as big a turn off as the first one or the fact that RT has their mits on this, but this leak doesn't make me hopeful for this

How is it that the three superwomen look so cool... and then there's Yang.