#13 hours on the same canvas

[squedwardelric]

my art fight character for seafoam i luv her sm

i used to be able to make full character attacks with a bg n everything but that was also three years ago

this SINGULAR character took me 11 hours to draw 💀

user is S0ra_N0 if anyone wants to check out my aweful old art and terrible new art 👍

[noideabutsims]

Donut Co.'s Dream-Build-Play Blocks: Expansion Edition

🚨 Calling All Simmers! The Wait is OVER! 🎉 Donut Co.'s Dream-Build-Play Blocks: Expansion Pack is FINALLY HERE! 🚨

Dust off those creative hats and prepare for a playtime EXPLOSION because the Dream-Build-Play Blocks are back and better than ever! We've crammed a whopping 80 new items into this expansion pack, guaranteed to transform your Sims' homes into vibrant, block-tastic wonderlands.

🚀 Blast Off to Imagination Station:

20 Unique Dollhouses: Prepare to be WOWED. From towering castles to bustling town centers, there's a miniature masterpiece for every Sim's imagination. Race cars on the Runaway Racetrack, explore the cosmos with the Rocket Up-and-Away, or rule the kingdom from the majestic Clock Tower! Each dollhouse is a portal to a world of endless possibilities.

🏡 Build-Your-Own Clubhouse Kit: Calling all aspiring architects! This kit is your Sim kid's blank canvas. Plop down the invisible base, then let their creativity run wild with 20 colorful building blocks. Design sprawling clubhouses with secret entrances, cozy reading nooks, or even a mini stage for impromptu dance parties!

🏰 2 Pre-Built Playhouses: Need a little inspiration? We've got you covered with two pre-built clubhouses that showcase the endless possibilities of the Build-Your-Own Clubhouse Kit. (Psst... Dreamhouse Decorator required!)

🌈 13 Decor Block Piles & 10 Single Decor Blocks: These aren't just blocks, they're instant bursts of personality! Scatter these colorful creations around your Sims' homes for a playful touch. Or, unleash your inner builder with the single blocks and the magical "bb.moveobjects" cheat – the sky's the limit!

👶 14 Nesting Blocks: Tiny hands, meet big fun! These soft, colorful blocks are perfect for your littlest Sims. Watch them giggle with glee as they stack, nest, and explore a world of shapes and textures. Learning and development have never been so adorable!

🎉 A Rainbow of Possibilities:

We're celebrating creativity in all its forms with two vibrant color options for EVERY block item. Choose from classic brights for a burst of energy, or soft pastels for a touch of dreamy sweetness.

💖 Why You'll LOVE It:

Endless Fun: This set is PACKED with play value, guaranteeing hours of entertainment for Sims of all ages.

Sparks Creativity: Encourage your Sims to think outside the block with open-ended building and imaginative play.

Kid-Approved: We designed this set with little ones in mind, ensuring safety, durability, and maximum fun!

So What Are You Waiting For?

The Dream-Build-Play Blocks: Expansion Pack is available NOW! Let the building bonanza begin! Don't forget to share your Sims' amazing creations with us – we can't wait to see what you build! ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Downloading: If you download the zip, pick EITHER the merged file, or the unmerged packages in the folders - you cant have both, they're the same. The merged file has EVERYTHING! For other refrence images, and to see all 80 items laid out - you can check the preview here: https://www.tumblr.com/noideabutsims/760676067863412736/simmers-get-ready-to-unleash-a-world-of?source=share There are 2 functional playhouses (Dream home decorator required), a playhouse base, 20 functional dollhouses, 43 décor items, and 14 nesting blocks. All ages can play with the dollhouses, toddlers and up can play with the playhouses. Dream home decorator is REQUIRED to use the playhouses, the merged file includes them automatically so if you do not have it - please use the unmerged files HUGE thank you goes out to@TaurusDesigns because they have continuously helped me out with my meshing/making of objects, and they're a wonderful CC creator! Make sure to check em out! <3 (All of our CC can be found by typing " Donut " into the search bar!) All 80 items are New meshes, and have all shadows and LODs. There is a slight glitch in the shadows on a few objects, but it only occurs BEFORE placing them down in game. Once they are placed, they are perfectly fine! Same as the last set! <3 If you wanna check out our other block sets, you can find them here: https://www.tumblr.com/noideabutsims/754033695218909184/8-new-fun-toys-for-sims-4-infantstoddlers?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/noideabutsims/754032309525774336/tons-of-functional-new-items-for-sims-4-toys?source=share

Infants that can sit up can play with all dollhouse block items, toddlers and kids can play too! Most of my images have my reshade on - it changes the color minimally, so white may look a little off in photos, but in game it will look white/normal!! In images you can find the non-reshade example! <3 You can size them up and down using the bracket keys. [ ] <- these ones.  I personally, use the tool mod to size my items up and down, and specifically with these if you are wanting them to be "perfectly sized" i would recommend you grab the tool mod by twistedmexi! If you would like to use it in build-buy mode, you'll need BBB!) Re-colors, and using this item as a mesh/base is fully allowed! you can include the mesh, and do what you please with the item, as long as you link back to the original. There are posts for all of our cc on our main 3 platforms (Tumblr, curseforge, patreon. ), So there is no reason not to link back!

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[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[channieskies]

EAT [LEE KNOW]

Pairing: Chef|Lee Know + AFAB|Reader

Genre: Smut, Drabble

Synopsis: After a successful cooking class, you book another night with the brilliant and handsome man that taught the class. Only to find out you booked the wrong Chef Lee.

A.N: Please reblog or leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. This was barely proofread, please disregard the mistakes.

Word Count: 3,000 + [~13 minute reading time]

Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. NSFW warnings are under the cut.

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

Warnings⚠️: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. Unprotected sex [please wrap it before you tap it. This is fiction, and I control the narrative. Real life is scary, so please be safe], creampie, oral (male and female receiving), anal play, food play (please let me know if I missed any)

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Being single sucked. Especially when it comes to eating meals. That being said, single and lazy just didn't mix well. You dreaded making meals for yourself, but your pockets told you needed to. So when your friend invited you to a cooking class with the world-renowned chef Lee, you were ecstatic. The class lasted about three hours from start to finish. There was wine and food, and chef Felix was one of the most beautiful men you'd ever laid eyes on. Well, at least in your opinion, he was. Your Saturday night was almost complete. Almost. Being single really, really sucked.

By the time you left, you were tipsy, full of good food, and a little wet from your interactions with the sexy deep voiced chef. He had such a pretty smile and beautiful freckles littering his face like stars. You were completely taken by him. The rest of your weekend seemed to fly by without a hitch. So, by Monday morning, you were ready to sign up for a private lesson with the chef. Your friend told you the company she went through for the lessons and the rest was history.

The next week seemed to creep by. It usually does when you are excited for something. By the time Friday came along, you couldn't wait to get out of work and get home, practically speeding on your way there. You got ready for your lesson, took a shower, and put on a date night outfit that you had stored away since you learned long ago that the dating pool was trash. You waited patiently for eight to roll around so you could see chef Felix again.

When the buzzer rang to let you know someone wanted to come up, you quickly rushed over and rang them up. You rubbed your nervous hands on your skirt as you waited for your bell to ring. When it finally did, you inhaled a quick breath before opening the door. With a wide smile on your face, you spoke, “Hi I'm Y/n-- wait- you aren't Felix.” The smile quickly slid off your face as you examined the young man in front of you.

He had soft brown hair, downturned pouty lips that resmbled a cat, and very hard to miss bunny teeth that you noticed as he smiled. He was taller than you , though you wouldn't say he was a giant, nowhere near it, really. He had on a gray sweater with cute little geometric patterns all over it and dark denim jeans. He had a large canvas bag full of groceries in one hand while the other gripped what seemed like an apron.

“Sorry to disappoint you.” He flashed you a mischievous smirk. You could tell something more was behind it. “I’m the head chef, Minho. Chef Lee Minho. Felix is my sous chef. He took over classes while I was away in France on business. I can't promise to offer the same experience since we are two totally different chefs, with different styles. But I promise to make it worth your while.” How could you say no to that? His dazzling smile was very convincing, and it's a part of the reason you let him in. you stepped back and widened the door a little more for him to come in.

“You have a beautiful home.” Minho complimented as he took a look around your downtown apartment. It had a rustic and industrial charm to it with its exposed brick and high ceilings. It was a nice apartment, especially considering you had gotten it for dirt cheap.

“Uh.. thanks.” You clapped your hands to draw his attention away from your bare walls - your apartment desperately needed decor. But you didn't have the time to do all of that. “Shall we get to cooking?” you asked and pointed to your nearly spotless kitchen. He followed you to it and put down his bag. You both washed your hands first, and he helped you with an apron that came free of charge when you purchased a class. Once you were prepped and ready, you got started.

It started off slow. He explained the menu and told you a little about his background. He was from Korea but studied in Japan before traveling to different Asian countries to learn different cuisines. He moved back to Korea and started training under Chef Baek Jong-won, one of the most renowned chefs in Korea. Then he became head chef at one of the oldest restaurants in Seoul before opening his own restaurant that now sits at one Michelin star. “So how about we start with green curry, then stir fried glass noodles with vegetables for an entree, and coconut custard filled donuts with a frosted pineapple drizzle for dessert?”

You honestly thought all that sounded a little complicated for someone who admitted to being lazy when it came to cooking, but it also all sounded incredibly delicious. “Sounds delicious.”

He was surprisingly easy to work with. He explained why he did the things he did and helped to customize them for everyday life. He stood to the side of you, his body touching your side ever so lightly as he guided your hand. You could feel his breath on your as he concentrated on the task at hand. You tried to swallow the thoughts that plagued your mind, like how good he smelled or how nice his hand felt on top of yours. your mind even dove as deep as your imagining his pretty face between your legs.

You let out a shaky moan as your mind slowly delved deeper into the abyss. “Are you okay?” He pulled away slightly to look over your face from the side.

“Y-yeah, it just smells so good.” He smiled and let out a sigh of relief, thinking that maybe he had made you uncomfortable by being too close. To make the atmosphere a little lighter, he asked if he could play a little music in the background. You agreed, hoping the music would help you take your mind off things. He synced his phone with your Bluetooth speakers, and Club boynnd's “naturally” softly started to flow from them.

He moved back to your side and reached for the spoon, his hand landing on top of yours once again. “Want to taste?” His voice sounded so smooth as he asked. Of course, you nodded, absentmindedly pressing your thighs together. He let you taste the chocolate you'd melted. He smeared the warm chocolate across your bottom lip, and your tongue almost instantly darted out to taste it. Your eyes met as you took your bottom lip into your mouth. You tasted the slightly sweet yet bitterly sticky substance on your tongue.

“It's delicious, chef.” It was like your eyes were locked in a battle, waiting to see who would cave for the other, first.

“May I taste it too?” You nodded, unsure of what move he was going to make. With the same spoon, he dipped it back into the chocolate, smearing it on your lips once again. He searched your eyes for affirmation, and you nodded.

It was like a switch went off. The next thing you knew, you were sitting on the counter, trapped between his strong veiny arms. His lips were on your, savoring the remnants of chocolate that resided on your lips. Your arms rested on his shoulders as your fingers found refuge in his soft hair.

Your tasks had soon been forgotten about as you passionately made out in your kitchen. The song switched to Kelela’s “Blue Light”, but neither of you could hear a thing at the moment. He pulled back and took your hand in his. He isolated your index finger, making it stand alone. He dipped that finger into the chocolate and put it into his mouth. He took it on, sucking every last bit off your finger. “Delicious.”

The way he looked at you as he said it made your womanhood ache with need. He pulled you down off the counter, turning you around, fingers moving up your back, signaling for you to bend over. He moved back briefly to turn off the burners on the stove. The last thing he wanted to do was burn down your kitchen. He was back behind you in no time, his pelvis pressing against your ass as he leaned forward. “I just wanted to let you know that I enjoy eating just as much as I enjoy cooking.” He let out a short, humorous, puff of air.

With that said, he pressed his lips to your slightly exposed neck, nipping that skin and leaving tiny marks. First, it was the apron, the strings untied, the fabric falling right to the floor. His fingers trailed under your shirt, pushing the fabric up. He wanted it off, and you took the hint, pulling the clothing up and off, tossing it on the floor. He trailed kisses down your back, letting his agile fingers work on removing your bra. The straps fell, but with your arms on the counter, the bra partially stayed in place. Next was your skirt, which he didn't bother unzipping.

He rolled your tight skirt down under your ass, relishing in the sight and his recent accomplishment. He licked his lips, his hands rolling over your skin. He tugged your panties and your skirt all the way down and crouched down behind your. “Wow..” You looked back to see what he was doing, only to feel his warm hand spreading your cheeks. “Fuck… I can't wait to taste you.” And that he did. He leaned in and bit your ass softly, not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough to mark your gasp at his actions. His tongue traced the indents his teeth left before you pressed a chaste kiss to it. His breath was hot on your entrance as he moved his attention to your waiting pussy. “I guess someone is a little turned on.”

You chuckled lightly at his accusation. “Says the one who was all in my personal bubble. It's hard not to feel something when a man as sexy as yourself is that close.” You admitted not knowing what had come over your. Nothing was said on his end as he dug into his meal. He dipped his tongue into your entrance just to pull it back, a trail of your wetness following the pink muscle. He wanted to just taste your first. His tongue slipped back in his mouth, and he grunted.

“You taste amazing.” He went back for a second helping trailing his tongue from your clit all the way to your asshole and back again. you lived alone, there was no need for you to conceal the way he was making you feel. Your voice bounced off the open walls of your kitchen and living area, mingling with the music. He pulled away just before you came, much to your disappointment.

“Maybe I should make things a little sweeter. Turn around for me.” You almost questioned what he meant by that only to remember this was a kitchen, and he was a chef. This was his playground. He stood to his feet and grabbed the spoon for the chocolate, raking a hefty amount into it and smearing it over your breast and down your stomach.

Next came the cinnamon sugar that he carefully sprinkled over it. He stood back, admiring his work before nodding at the final project. “Now all that's left to do is eat.” He smirked as he moved closer, his body trapping you against the counter again. He left kisses from your mouth to your chest, where he started to lick the chocolate, cinnamon-sugar from your skin. He sucked on your nipples making sure not a bit of the sugary concoction was left.

He nibbled and licked his way down your stomach until he was face to face with your womanhood. He lifted your leg and put it over his shoulder before his face was back between your legs, helping you to reach the orgasm you missed out on before. Your fingers were tangled in his brown hair, tugging on the tresses hard as you came. Your legs shook and almost gave out, but thanks to his grip on your thigh and the counter, you stayed in place. “I could eat out every day with you.” He said as he pulled away, his mouth a glistening mess from his meal. He put your leg down and guided you down to the floor where he was.

He moved in for a sloppy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips. He pulled away to discard his apron and his almost suffocatingly hot sweater. You were presently surprised by how well built he was. With his apparent affinity for sweets and the handsome yet cat-like face he sported, you didn't expect him to look like that at all under all that clothing. Even the scar on his stomach was something to be admired. He noticed you staring, so he lifted your chin with his index finger. “Enjoying the view?” You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded. you were thirsty and would willingly admit it.

“Let's not stare too long, I still have things I want to do to you.” Your heart was racing from his words. “Would you like a taste before I start the next course?” He tilted his head down and looked at you through his damp bangs. It was hot in the kitchen even with the burners off.

You pretended to think about it, already knowing your answer. “I'd love to taste,” he grabbed the bowl from the counter while still on his knees.

“Have at it.'' You weren't a skilled chef, but you are good with your mouth. Before you even touched the chocolate, you made sure his pants and boxers were discarded.

It was your turn to be in awe once again. How were you this blessed to have a man ready to fuck you, who not only had a gifted tongue but a gorgeous cock as well? You wasted no time. The angry veins and the fact that his member was at attention for you made you even more eager to have him in your mouth. You dipped your fingers in the chocolate and painted a few stripes on the shaft of his cock before licking it off and taking him into your mouth. His hand rested on the patch of hair right above your neck as he gently guided your head up and down his length.

You were amazing. It took every bit of him not to cum in your mouth. Your hands worked on his balls for added pleasure, your tongue twisted around the tip every time you pulled back. His eyes were rolled back, it was his turn to groan along with the music. You pulled away, a hand twisting around the shaft of his member. “Cum for me.” you stuck out your tongue, rubbing the underside of his tip over your wet muscle. His eyes closed, his hand gripping the back of your head as he released into your mouth. you let the liquid dripped from your tongue and down your chin. You only managed to get a little of it down.

“Fuck..” He was spent but his stamina was no joke at all. Plus he was enjoying how sexy you looked under the overhead potlights. your skin glistened with sweat and he could smell your sex as he still had spots of your wetness on his face. “How does it taste?” Your tongue darted out to lick up the mess on your chin and he used his thumb to rake up what was left. You sucked on his thumb, letting it go with a pop.

“I need to be inside you now. Like, right now.” He stood and helped you up. He bent you over the counter once more. To him, you were so fucking sexy it wasn't hard for him to get hard again, seeing that he was already semi-erect. He fluffed himself, his eyes transfixed on the view of your ass and glistening pussy on display. You were bent over just waiting for him to completely devour you.

That alone was enough to get himself hard again. Lifting one leg and letting it rest on the surface. He slid in your wet entrance, your walls wrapping around his member, squeezing it. He gripped your ass cheeks as he slowly started to pound into you, not even concerned if you adjusted to him or not. His member slid in and out of your creamy wetness as you screamed his name over and over. You loved how he filled you up. You couldn't get enough of how good he felt.

Sweat beads rolled down his cheeks. It felt like a sauna in the kitchen, even if it was an open space. But that didn't deter him at all. He had a goal in mind. He wanted to see his cum drip from your cunt. Just the thought causes his member to twitch inside of you. One hand wrapped around your throat as the of his thumb readied to slide into your asshole. He let spit drip from his mouth and used it as a lubricant. He rubbed his thumb over the hole before sliding it in and bending it as he fucked your. You choked out a moan.

So, that was the kind of man he was? Your eyes rolled back as he pulled his thumb out to slide it right back in. You knew you wanted to fuck Chef Lee, you just weren't expecting it to be a completely different one from the other night. But you weren't complaining. The gorgeous man who was currently drilling you into oblivion was perfectly fine to you.

His fingers tapped on your throat, “Cum for me, Y/n. Cum on this dick so I can cum inside of you.” You let out a euphoric sigh, your hand gripping at his wrist. your walls convulsed, squeezing and hugging his cock as you came for him like he asked. He grunted feeling just how tight you had gotten. His thumb slipped in a little more as his pace picked up. your leg shook, his pace sending you straight towards the edge of your third orgasm.

He snapped his hips into you a few more times before his seed glazed your walls as if they were the dessert he described earlier in the evening. He pushed in before pulling back. He pulled his thumb out of your ass, watching it slowly go back to its original tight ‘o’. He spread your cheeks and looked at the white substance that peeked out of your hole. Satisfied with his work, he took a seat on the floor as you slid to your knees, still gripping the counter. His cum slid out your cunt due to the awkward position you were sitting in, which caused him to chuckle.

“Looks like we have a mess to clean up.” He said speaking of the disaster zone your kitchen had become. There was chocolate on your rugs and smeared on the cabinets and cum and spit on the floor in multiple spots from your messy blowjob and his cream pie. There was a buzzing noise as your little robot vacuum made its way into the kitchen for its scheduled cleaning. There was silence between you both as you watched it work before they burst out laughing. This was a cooking lesson neither of you would forget.

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A.N: Please leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.

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[guzhufuren]

2024: the year when chinese queer media broke through

13+ chinese QLs get released:

BL The Spirealm (c) Meet You At The Blossom Blue Canvas of Youthful Days

short BL: Be Moon Meet Unexpectedly Gym Affairs Inverse Identity Uncle Unknown Player10 My School Exclusive Bully Boyfriend (c) GL: Soul Sisters (c)

short GL: I’ve Been Dreaming of You for a Long Time (Xiao Xiang Yi Jiu) My Hot Butch Roommate

4 QL shows with chinese wuxia/xianxia elements air:

Meet You At The Blossom Century of Love 🇹🇭 Battle of the Writers 🇹🇭 Soul Sisters

6 BLs get adapted from chinese novels by other countries and are released:

Unknown 🇹🇼 My Stand-In 🇹🇭 Battle of the Writers 🇹🇭 Addicted Heroin 🇹🇭 The On1y One 🇹🇼 Secret Love 🇹🇭

Lightly censored chinese horror-mystery BL The Spirealm gets released (leaked?) unannounced on iQIYI in February and pulled in less than 2 hours. Fans download it in time, upload and spread it online. The show is brought back to streaming through international platforms in April.

First ever uncensored chinese wuxia BL Meet You At The Blossom gets released internationally through a loophole: it was made by a thai production company, but kept chinese cast, filming team and styling team, and was filmed in mainland China. Despite receiving threats from censors, it is not taken down. Has kisses, sex scenes and a happy ending.

Leads of Meet You At The Blossom Li Le and Wang Yunkai become the first-ever branded chinese BL pair, get product brand deals, magazine covers, hold 7+ fanmeetings together in Thailand, Hong Kong and mainland China.

Lekai’s costars Kou Weilong and Li Yimu follow in their footsteps, become a branded pair, and star in another uncensored BL I'll Turn Back This Time (2025), made by the same team that worked on Meet You At The Blossom.

Uncensored modern chinese BL Blue Canvas of Youthful Days has its first episodes released in August on iQIYI. Because of mass reporting, it is removed after 4 hours. Comes back on international platforms in October. Has kisses and a happy ending.

Thai BL Battle of the Writers (adapted from a chinese novel) has wuxia scenes that were filmed in mainland China. The show has romantic and explicit sex scenes while in wuxia costuming.

First ever full-length chinese wuxia GL Soul Sisters airs, is lightly censored and has a happy ending.

15+ chinese QLs are announced for 2025, most of them uncensored:

Love and Punishment The Mountains and Rivers are Forever Silent City of the Sun Again 18 Chasing Ghost (c?)

Including upcoming adaptations of chinese novels by other countries:

Fake Slackers Beloved Enemy Sammy’s Children’s Day

and dramas that started filming or finished filming in 2024 ⬇️

7+ chinese QLs finished filming or were filming by the end of the year and were waiting to be released:

Old Days in the Middle of Summer  The General's Son (c?) Desire (omegaverse, advertised to have mpreg) Caged Bird (aired February 2025) I'll Turn Back This Time (aired January 2025) Fireworks of Yesteryear (GL, aired January 2025) Who Knows Girls L or WKGL (GL, aired January 2025)

10+ completed censored chinese BLs that were frozen by censors are still waiting to be released:

Eternal Faith (January 15, 2022) Immortality (September 23, 2020) Winner is King (November 13, 2020) Guardians of the Lands (July 17, 2021) Chasing the Light (July 10, 2021) The Wanderers (June 21, 2021) The Story of the Bat (March 28, 2021) Dreamcatcher/Duo Meng (May 25, 2021) In Darkness (March 5, 2021) Justice in the Dark (! remaining episodes will air on March 7 through a japanese streaming platform)

Collaborations are the solution. Countries that assisted chinese QL industry in 2024:

Thailand 🇹🇭

1 CBL production 1 streaming pick-up 4 adaptations  at least 2 upcoming CBL productions at least 2 upcoming adaptations

Taiwan 🇹🇼

2 CBL productions 2 streaming pick-ups 2 adaptations at least 2 upcoming CBL productions

Japan 🇯🇵

1 CBL production 3 streaming pickups 1 upcoming streaming pickup

Singapore 🇸🇬

1 CBL production

Support and uplift chinese queer creators and their fight. There is hope for an even better tomorrow.

[bioxgirl]

Some lil art I made, 13 hours and very sore fingers and she’s all finnished

All hand sewn onto stretched canvas

It’s based off the same pic I use for my pfp lol

Open for more pics of my process



[chimaerakirin]

To Ashes And Blood

Stereotypes often come from facts. It's a fact that vampires own nightclubs. It's also a fact that the Fae like to dance. So really, Shigaraki Tomura, Heir to the Prince of Kanto, should have expected to get at least a few patrons who happen to be allergic to iron at some point, and maybe Ikeda Yayoi should have expected to find the owner of her new favorite dance floor to have fangs and a liquid diet. Then again, both are Western monsters living in the homeland of the Yokai, so their surprise might be forgivable. Either way, things are going to change around here, and maybe not just for their personal day to day lives.

Supernatural AU, no Quirks, Heroes, or Villains. Faerie lore heavily inspired by the October Daye series by Seanan McGuire. MDNI.

CW: Shirtless makeouts, dubcon biting (but only because he doesn't realize he can just ask), um... accidental drug use, sort of?

<- Ch1 - Ch2 - CH3 - Ch4 ->

What Are You

March quickly agrees to another night of gaming, 'same time next week.' Then she comes into the club a third time anyway, the night before the date, without the one called Mina this time. This time she's wearing something remarkably similar to Katarina's Mercenary skin outfit, leather pants and all, only skipping the armor and spikes. Nee-san is audibly smiling when she tells him his dancer's back. Just like before, March dances until closing, only taking a half-hour break for drinks. At Nee-san's invitation, she spends it sitting upstairs with him.

"Are there any characters you're interested in but just don't play?" he asks idly, during one of the matches the next night.

"Well… I kinda like Xayah. Aesthetics and lore are appealing, and abilities are interesting. But she's bot-lane and not really meant for solo, so…"

"So you need a Rakan."

"Well, I was going to say a dance partner, but that's not really any less on the nose."

"I'll see what I can do."

He promptly spends most of the next week in training mode, only venturing into Quickplay a few times for live testing. When she logs in and sees his pick for their first match, she starts laughing.

"Shall we dance?" she asks through the giggles.

"Do let's."

It's obvious that she's never played Xayah before, and isn't too familiar with botlane, but even though they lose the first match, she's obviously learning, and they squeak a win in the second one. During the third, a piece of the characters' shared random chatter catches his attention.

"What are those things humans wear on their feet?" Rakan asks.

"Shoes," answers Xayah.

"I need shoes. Red ones. I need them so bad."

Tomura starts laughing.

"What, what's so funny?" March asks.

"Red— Red shoes!" He spends so long snickering they almost get ganked. "Ah shit sorry, sorry! So, the joke is… Uh… Maybe I can show you in person?"

"I'm listening…"

"You know the new Harlock movie is supposed to come out in a few days, right?" He knows her taste in movies. He asked last week.

"Uh-huh? I heard it's gonna be kinda like the CG one from '13."

"Right, so… You wanna go see it with me? Just… Casual dress?"

"So, no stealth cosplay? Sounds good to me."

"…I knew you were doing that on purpose," he mutters. "Friday then? Last showing of the night? Burg 13 in Naka-ku?"

She mumbles something that sounds almost like 'miss the Toei,' which is… weird. "I'll see you there then. Oh, Dragon's up."

"And Karthus is back too."

-TA&B-

When Yayoi reaches the cinema, she immediately gets the joke. With his worn hoodie, Darksign-print T-shirt, and jeans that were probably black before they turned gray from too many washes, he's wearing a pair of scuffed but clean canvas high-tops in bright red.

"So Rakan wants your shoes," she observes.

He snickers again. "Yeah pretty much." He looks her up and down.

She was slightly worried she was overdressing, or maybe underdressing, but her jeans only look a little newer than his, her shirt is both a band tee and game merch, her Doc Martens are battered, and her leather jacket is years old. Judging from the look on his face, she nailed it.

"Do we want to grab breakfast before we go in? Or to go in?"

He shakes his head. "We, no. If you're hungry I'll get you something, but I never eat in theaters and I always bring my own drink."

"Oh, anything interesting?"

"Wellll, Atsuhiro did mix something for me to bring you, but you maybe don't want it before the movie, especially if you haven't eaten? It's… really green."

She blinks in surprise. "Your bartender sent me a Drowning Tinkerbell for the cinema?"

He shrugs, cheeks dusting pink. "My staff likes you?"

"All right then. Hm… There's still half an hour before the movie so…" She scans the street, then points. "Yakitori? But if you're paying, you have to let me do something for you later."

He jolts, staring at her. "Uh? Do… something? L-like what?"

"Mm, I could dance for you." She raises her eyebrows. "A private performance?"

"Tha-at—" He stops and swallows. "That sounds… good."

He follows her to the yakitori stand and buys her three skewers, but doesn't get anything for himself. It's slightly awkward eating while he just watches, but he doesn't seem put off at all. In fact, he looks vaguely interested. No, that's not the word. Appreciative. He looks appreciative of the sight.

"Would you rather sit in the front or the back?" he asks as they go to pick the tickets.

"Back," she says instantly. "The front bothers my eyes."

He selects a pair of seats in the back row. "Are you far-sighted?"

"Not at all. My vision measured something like six-two in high school, actually." Being able to see the texture of the screen through the projection is annoying.

"Huh."

As soon as the theater door opens, they settle into their seats. A few minutes past the opening credits, she slides her foot over next to his, pressing their ankles together. At half an hour, she takes the opportunity of an action scene to wrap her fingers around his hand. His skin is cooler to the touch than she was expecting. At forty-five minutes, she's got her leg against his all the way up, and he keeps swallowing.

At fifty minutes, he breaks out his drink, which… is a hip flask in a leather case? Whatever is in it smells vaguely familiar, but not in a 40-proof way. He doesn't seem to like the taste too much, if the way he keeps taking small sips and frowning at it means anything. Maybe he poured the wrong one.

The movie lasts just under two hours. When the credits roll and they exit the theater, she finds that he's taken control of their linked hands, and his thumb keeps brushing back and forth over her wrist.

"So um… You said something about dancing?" His voice sounds raspier than usual.

Well, if she's made the poor man that thirsty, then maybe he's gotten the point. "I did."

"A private performance."

She smiles serenely. "Mhm."

"Where would that be?"

"Well, I do keep a good speaker and a little space open at home. Does that sound all right?"

He nods, a little wide-eyed. "I-if you're inviting me…"

"I am."

"Then lead the way."

It's not too far to her apartment. She lives in Kannai, in one of the more recent condo buildings. She pauses at the door and quirks a smile at him. "Enter freely and of your own will," she says in English, teasing.

He blinks, then smiles crookedly back and steps inside after her.

The path to her room is clear, and Mina's bedroom door is shut. She points out the bathroom in case he needs it, then guides him into her own room and shuts the door, flipping the little charm hanging from the knob. She needs a minute to set up the speaker and select a song on her phone, so she leaves him to look around, which he does with barely contained but achingly shy eagerness.

Her bed is pushed into the corner, her desk with its computer and twin monitors facing it, the book case on top of the dresser is loaded with turn-of-the-millenium manga and mixed English literature, and there's a solid square meter and change of empty space next to the heavy curtains for her to dance in.

She sets her phone in the stand and turns to face him. "Sit or stand?"

Something wild flashes in his eyes. "Sit?"

She gestures to her desk chair. When he sits down, she reaches for the phone screen. "Is Halsey okay?"

He nods, and she presses play. When she said it would be a private performance, she meant it. She hasn't danced like this for a while. Would never dance like this in a club. She never has set steps when she dances. That's not what it's about. Dancing is expression. Emotion. It's about letting the music take her away. This time, she wants the music to take her straight to Shigaraki Tomura. So it will. She's always been prone to going after what she wants. It's in her blood.

He keeps his eyes fixed on her throughout the song, mesmerized, mesmerizing, pupils blown wide and the thin ring of red looking all the brighter for it, incisors clamped down on his bottom lip, fingers alternating between scraping at the denim on his thighs and stretching out toward her.

When the music ends, she extends a hand to him, and he takes it. Then he's standing again, arms wrapped around her and mouth brushing against hers.

Finally.

He's not especially skilled at kissing, to be honest. But he is talented, learning quickly, and there's a sort of sweet desperation to it. His lips are soft, slightly chapped, as cool as his fingers, and they open eagerly when she licks at them. Briefly she wonders how hard he bit his lip that she can taste a hint of blood, but dismisses it almost immediately since he doesn't seem bothered at all.

"March," he whispers, trailing along her jaw. "March…"

"Shigaraki?" Her hands run down his back, and something in her twitches angrily at the irregular ridges she feels through the thin cotton. Scar tissue?

"Tomura," he corrects, derailing her thought train. His given name?

"Tomura," she agrees, kissing him again. "Yayoi."

"Yayoi. Wanna touch you…"

"Only if I can touch you."

He shivers and pulls his shirt off, dropping it in the chair. "Go ahead."

She pushes him down to sit on the bed, then kneels on the mattress next to him, running a hand down his chest and across his ribs to his hip. He's… thinner than she was expecting. Thinner than he looked in a tighter shirt when they first met. But he's still got a solid layer of carved muscle, muscle that tightens under her touch when she traces a line from the scar on his lip down to the side of his neck. She finds his pulse point and nuzzles it, giving it a ginger nip with her teeth then sucking gently.

She doesn't expect the reaction. The low moan, or the way he twists around toward the center of the bed, not to evade her but to drag her into his lap and tug her shirt off. He latches onto her mouth again as soon as it's over her head, and she sucks in a breath as his pulls her bra down to palm her breasts, not even bothering with the clasp. She handles that for him, then grabs his hands to show him what she likes best.

He picks it up quickly, and at the first sharp gasp, pushes her over backward. He goes down with her, laying half on her with a foot hooked over her ankle and a strained zipper at her hip. "Yayoi?"

"Tomura?" She runs her thumb across his hipbone in time with his gentle pinching of her nipples.

"Can I kiss your tits? I wanna taste…"

Heat flares. How is he this sweet? He's coming across as borderline innocent despite being blatantly made for sex. "Please do."

He goes to it with enthusiasm, and clearly knows how to combine lessons because she doesn't need to give him any hints at all. His lips, teeth, and tongue tease and torment her nerves until she's writhing on the blanket, then he closes his mouth on one breast and starts to suck.

"Oh fuck," she groans.

He raises his head. "Bad?"

She practically drags him back down by the hair. "No, fuck no, do that again, please."

So he does. His technique is fantastic, and he's strong enough at it that she's at risk of going numb after a minute, but he switches sides before she can even start to say anything, and applies a featherlight touch with his fingers to sooth the used flesh. Her panties were soaked already, but now they're ruined, and she's just about ready to grab his hand and shove it down the front of her pants.

Then he stops. Oh, his fingers keep going, but his mouth doesn't, and he lifts his head to kiss her on the lips again. "Yayoi… You taste so good, Yayoi," he whispers against her mouth.

"Tomura?" Everything is hazy.

"Look at me." She does, and sees something surprisingly like pain mixed in with the lust in his eyes. "I'm so hungry, Yayoi, and you taste so good. Nothing's tasted right since I met you. I need more of you, Yayoi. I can make it feel good. Please let me make you feel good."

His eyes. There's something… something about his eyes… And his voice, her ears are ringing slightly. "You already are, don't stop now," she reassures him. She needs to reassure him.

He kisses her again, thorough, tugging on her bottom lip, sucking on her tongue, hands still working on her breasts. Without breaking contact, he skims down her chin and the line of her throat until he reaches her pulse, then he copies her earlier action, the one that got him so inexplicably worked up. But unlike her, he doesn't stop at one nibble. Instead he focuses on that patch of skin like it's his whole universe. His arms wrap around her, one hand planted between her shoulders to pull her closer, then he seals his lips against her neck.

She almost doesn't feel the pain. There's not much of it anyway, and it's immediately washed away by a rush of bliss. But it's enough to wash the haze away from her thoughts, and she knows. Going after what she wants is in her blood. She should have realized it was in his too. They're both predators, after all.

"Tomura?"

He moans, muffled.

She tugs gently on his hair. "Tomura, stop. Let go."

To his credit, he obeys instantly, just barely taking the time to swipe his tongue across the punctures in her throat, and jumps back, looking absolutely horrified. "Oh no, no, you weren't supposed to— How did you— I'm sorry, I wouldn't have—!"

"You're a vampire?"

"…Yes…"

"Was that hypnosis?"

He nods, swaying slightly. "I'm usually… better at it…" Then he blinks and squints at her. "You look… different…"

She blinks back. "Different how?"

"You're… shiny. Yeah." He nods again. "Shiny."

Then he flops over into her lap, a thin giggle shaking his shoulders.

"Ah shit…" She glances over at the computer screens, but they're too dark for a proper reflection, so she reaches up and traces the bones of her face and the outline of her ears instead. "Tomura? You still awake?"

"Uh-huh. You taste good," he slurs. "Really, really good…"

"How am I shiny, Tomura?"

"Like… Like… Computer veins!" He reaches up to grab her hair, although thankfully he doesn't actually yank on it. "New ones. This is computer veins. And, and your eyes're… Ten-yen coins. Except, not cheap. You're not cheap."

"That's nice of you to say." Fuck, how is he seeing that? "Tomura, do the people at the club know you're a vampire?"

He blinks slowly. "Just the ones that work for me…"

"Yeah I don't really care about the customers right now. Where's your phone?"

He fumbles for his pocket, then pulls a flask out of the back one. "Here."

"No, your phone."

"'S yours tho. Atsu made it for you." He keeps pushing the container at her until she takes it, and only then does he go back to his pocket and pull out his phone. "You needa drink it 'n tell him it's good…"

"I definitely need to drink it." She waits for him to unlock the phone, then takes it and opens his contacts. Spinner is at the top of the list. She presses call.

It rings twice before picking up. "Boss?"

"Is this Spinner?" she asks.

"Huh? Who is this? How'd you get this phone?"

"This is March. Tomura is… slightly indisposed right now."

Tomura tugs on her wrist. "I said you gotta talk to Atsu…"

"Define indisposed."

"There was a slight miscommunication, he bit me, and now he's higher than Keith Richards."

A pause. "What the fuck. You don't sound high, and even if you did that's not how it works."

"I don't know what's going on either." She nearly drops the phone and has to juggle it for a second when Tomura starts crawling up to cling to her ribs, rubbing his cheek on her chest. He notices her nipple and licks it, and she hisses. "Tomura, you can't do that while I'm on the phone."

"Can't do what?" Spinner asks. "Wait, never mind. I'm gonna put you on hold for a few minutes, I don't know enough about this. Don't go anywhere."

The line goes silent, and Tomura loses what focus he had to start picking at the waistband of her jeans. "Hey, howzis open…"

"It doesn't right now." She pulls his hand away from the button before he can work it out, then drags him up to sit in her lap. He goes back to rubbing his cheek against her, this time on her shoulder, and purrs like a cat.

After a minute, he squirms, then grabs her hand and pats it against the front of his own pants. "Does this one?"

Shit, that's… significant. She shakes her head. "No, Tomura." She disengages again and picks up the flask when he pouts. Once again he loses focus quickly. His hand finds her breast, and this time she doesn't bother trying to restrain him.

She drinks half the flask before the phone picks up again, and this time she hears the bartender's voice. "Hello? Would this happen to be the lovely inventor of the Drowning Tinkerbell?"

"Yes, hi. Atsuhiro, right?"

"Indeed, dear lady. I understand you've encountered a—"

"You gotta tell him," Tomura interrupts in a loud whisper.

"Yes, okay. He gave me the drink, it's lovely."

"Ah… That's nice to hear?" Atsuhiro says uncertainly.

"Good. Okay, Tomura, I told him. Now hush."

Tomura nods solemnly, and she turns back to the phone. "Yeah, so… I've encountered."

"To business then. All he did was… drink?"

"He tried to hypnotize me first, it didn't last past the bite."

"You're taking this quite well, I must say… What are his symptoms?"

"Uh… Catnip and ketamine, more or less. With a side of Pythia smoke."

Atsuhiro does an audible double take. "I'm sorry, Pythia smoke?"

"Short version, he's hallucinating things that actually are there. He— Tomura, no." She pulls her finger out of his mouth. "You can't bite me again until we find out why it made you loopy the first time."

"I see… Well, no, I don't. What exactly is he seeing that he shouldn't be?"

"She's shiny!" Tomura half-shouts.

Yayoi sighs. "He's seeing through my glamour."

Atsuhiro goes very very quiet. "I'm sorry, your what."

"My glamour. I'm a changeling."

"…Oh dear."

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[wulfgaang]

Beautiful (PG13)

pairing: hwang hyunjin x f!bodied muse rating: pg-13 genre: romance; pining; angst during the time skip wc: 1.7k warnings: minimally edited, artistic nudity mentioned, sensual touching, soft boy hyunjin being so in love he's absolutely floored at he got that lucky, ANGST BELOW THE TIME SKIP. Feel free to end the story before if you want something a little fluffier :3 a/n: well hey it's been a second! Here's my second fic, this time with the lovely Hyunjin! It's a little short one but that's ok with me :) for the third time, please be aware there's some angst in the time skip so if you aren't ready for it... feel free to end it before then ^^; I just couldn't help myself; i love pain :')

Inspiration. "You're beautiful... I know but... You were everything..."

Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction that does not intend to portray the true feelings, actions, nature and emotions of the Stray Kids members. Please not redistribute this piece of fiction in any form. Copyright @ wulfgaang / callsign-marlie (tumblr; 2024)

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Hyunjin was enraptured.

It was a different feeling than of the others he had before when he saw you like this. His brain was fuzzy and covered in cotton candy while his gaze slipped over every pore, stretch mark and mole on your skin. How soft it all looked, draped in the shimmering gossamer fabric that barely covered the shading of the peaks and valleys of your hips! You were a feast indeed.

Hyunjin saw you as effervescent; a star in the nighttime, glimmering and glowing, a constant flicker of ephemeral gorgeousness under his single bay window. The afternoon light had dimmed to dusk and left more shadows than he had originally started with. You were the perfect model as per usual, holding your expression at the same point for hours with just a giggled “I’m fine, my love, go back to work” whenever he came to give you sips of water or drop grapes into your mouth. He wished the juice that dribbled down your chin onto your chest stayed long enough for him to paint it.

A Cleopatrean idol, you are; a person worth every luxury, every greatness he could ever give. The way his heart soared for you at every glance, jumped at every touch, melted with the sound of your voice! Oh, he would have moved mountains if you asked him to just to ensure a frown never creased your lips. He would make sure that sweat never fell from your brow if he could help it, if you weren’t ever so stubborn to allow him the pleasure to serve your beck and call.

You were a salve on burns left behind by a world that didn’t care about him. That didn’t care about anyone other than itself. You gave him a soft place to land when life was too true to believe. You gave him comfort when pins and needles pricked under his eyes. You deserved to be memorialized over and over again as the subject of all grace, humility and rapture for everyone to witness. Mine. Aren’t you jealous? They’re mine, all mine, and all you can do is praise them as I do. Give your everything to them; you’ll see it too.

He was focused now, his eyebrows pinching slightly together with his stern gaze peaking over the top of the canvas. He memorized the trace of the curve of your hip and translated it to his paint. His brush moved the acrylic languidly, flicking at the ends to taper the lines to nothingness of shadow. He had been the epitome of a professional for each and every session, guiding your movements with a soft voice and gentle fingertips to make minor adjustments. The angle needed to be just where he wanted it; just where he wanted you.

He would ghost his paint covered fingers over the top of your skin, feeling the electrical shock of his touch bring the hairs of your arms to attention. Butterfly light touches of his lips to the spot under your jaw unlocked the hummingbird caged in his heart, the ghost of your breath like a memory from ages past; sweet and delicate. You smiled at him with sparkling eyes in the amber of sunset. Sunset.

“You must be exhausted, my muse,” Hyunjin murmured, kneeling against the side of your seat to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. You smiled and preened, the arch of your back high against the velveteen chaise lounge. “You’ve done so well for me today.”

You attempted to playfully press your face closer to his, but Hyunjin was fast to move backwards from you as a coy smile graced his lips. You pouted with furrowed brows. “I can’t even receive payment for all of my hard work, monsieur l’artiste?”

His eyes twinkled mischievously before he let his mouth crash to yours, the softness of flesh pulled a light moan from the bottom of his chest. Kissing you was sinful; the way he perfectly meshed with you felt like blasphemy. There was no way that whatever gods existed created someone so perfect, so lovely, and happened to place them right in his path to love and cherish forever. The way your hands carded through his hair was biblical. The way you moved against his chest required reconciliation. For what? He didn’t know. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned… He would rather be sent to hell than be one day apart from you a single moment.

As the air was pulled from his lungs, he broke the passionate connection to let his lips dance to the tip of your nose, tapping them to each of your eyelids, and finally, let them linger on the crest of your forehead. “A tip,” he muttered. “For making my most favorite model think she wasn’t even worth payment. Who do you think I am, a con?”

Your giggle was soft, a blush of heat draped across the bridge of your nose. He wished he didn’t call it quits already: it would have gone perfect with the warm color palette he had chosen for this scene. He would have to add it later in post editing. Hyunjin wondered if the more rosy tone was suited for the color palette or should he darken it to match the shadows of the background? But then again, the blue of the sky hit just a point- 

“You’re beautiful, Hyunjin.”

Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. He blinked owlishly. “Hm?”

“You’re beautiful,” you said again, moving the gauzed sheet from your lap to stand. Your bones and ligaments groaned for a moment as you unfurled from your position on the couch with a sigh. Your peaked nipples stood up against the cold while you languidly reached for the silk robe on the side table. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Hyunjin tsked quietly, his drying palette suddenly more interesting than the flames licking at his cheeks. “That, my love, is where you’ve got the whole picture backwards. You’re the beauty here.”

“I don’t think so,” you harped, slinking around the side of his easel to face him again. You pushed the palette down gently, your fingers stuck in the cold terracotta paste left behind. “You may paint the picture, sweetheart, but the audience are the ones to appreciate and interpret it, aren’t they?”

“I suppose, but-”

Your lips had found him this time as your sullied hands wrapped around his shoulders. Your chest was pressed to his, your hips rocking perfectly against his groin. His palette scattered to the floor while the excess paint Pollocked the draping sheet beneath his canvas. His hands didn’t know where to hold as you let your lips cascade lower and lower, down the throbbing pulse of his neck, to the tips of his collarbone and finally placing a harsh bruise over his heart.

He moaned.

“Let me show you what I see.”

3 years later… (Angst time)

Felix was enraptured.

The way the ring lights of the gallery bounced off of the texture of the oil paint of this particular piece fascinated him in the most peculiar way. He didn’t think that Hyunjin had the ability to make something so soft and fragile in his repertoire! From the details of the gauze over the model’s lap to the soft flick of charcoal at the inner corner of her glimmering eye left him speechless. Every stroke was cared for and thoughtfully placed; so unlike the rough textures of the charcoal his friend was so known for dabbling in. Each shadow had a highlight that balanced it. The composition of the woman’s figure was simply spectacular. He wondered how much time he devoted to this one; it was clearly the centerpiece of the exhibit.

“So?”

Felix jumped a moment at the velvet voice behind him. The man of the hour, Hwang Hyunjin himself, had crept up behind him silent as the graves themselves. His friend was dapper in a black suit and tie while his hair was slicked back, fringe airly framing his face. He looked the part of the artist well enough and if Felix didn’t know better, he would say he looked like he was having fun. The earthy smell of tobacco followed him, however: a telltale sign of the evening’s stress and his friend’s discomfort.

“This one in particular’s stunning,” Felix mused, turning back to the painting. “She would have loved it, seeing it up close like this.”

“I invited her. I texted her, but she never responded,” Hyunjin whispered. He paused, the champagne flute in his hands suddenly more interesting than his closest friend. “I would have thought she would have wanted to see them.”

Felix’s gaze ran around the wall of the gallery. Each painting held a familiar curve, a similar wave of femininity that would pass the common viewer’s eye if they didn’t focus closely enough. He knew that this gallery was for you; that Hyunjin’s work was for you. When you left him two years ago without a trace, the hole in his friend’s chest festered into a sinkhole of obsession. It was as if the more he drew you, the more he painted your moles, your scars, and your curves, that he might be able to summon you back from the depths that you ran to, like Orpheus singing to free Euridice. That you would be in his arms again and all would be right. He could stop worshiping for just a moment and finally celebrate that his heart was whole again.

But Felix knew better. You were in the arms of someone else now.

“The night’s still young, Jinnie, she may come still,” he responded, rapping Hyunjin on the shoulder. “Don’t give up hope just yet.”

“I never will, Felix,” Hyunjin said. He gazed up at the painting with tears on his lashes threatening to fall. “I can’t. I won’t. Not until she knows I’m still here for her. Wherever she is, wherever she goes… I’ll always be thinking about her. She’ll always be a part of me.”

Felix gave a sad smile and hugged his friend tight to his chest. “I’ll let you finish up here for the night then. Get home safe, lover boy. Call me in the morning and I’ll help you pack everything up with Chan.”

Hyunjin nodded dumbly. His eyes never left his painting. 

—-

Felix traipsed down the steps of the gallery, his phone pinging as soon as service was restored.

>> How’d it go?

He smiled softly as his thumbs tapped away at the glass screen. > You were everything, my love. Just everything.

[sleepyruney]

hey there!

Just quickly gon say your art is really cool!!!<3

I was wondering, when did you start drawing/how long have you been drawing for? Also do you have any tips on how to get better at digital art? Thanks and lots of love ❤️

Hi there !

Thank you so much, you're so kind ! ❤️

I started drawing "seriously" back in 6th grade, and am now starting college, so a bit ago now ! I got my first drawing tablet pretty early on, at 13-ish (good old Wacom intuos :'))

Honestly I think getting used to the medium can be the hardest part in digital art, for the longest time I didn't understand canvas sizes, DPI, even layers !

I'd say the most important things when it comes to getting better is both making sure art stays really enjoyable to do and not force yourself into an art school-ish mindset where every artwork has to be perfect and exactly like you envisioned it, it's tooootally fine to make "bad" art pieces !

I also totally recommend figure studies ! I found that my anatomy and understanding of how the body works got better super fast using this website's figure studies tool! The "classes" are whatever length you pick so you don't have to force yourself through 1 hour of this if you only want to warm up for 30 min. (They also have the same thing for animals if that's more up your alley!!)

But yeah !! Enjoy art first and foremost, and when you find yourself stuck on a specific part, don't hesitate to look it up or ask around for help from other artists !

[uefb]

Chapter 13 of With It’s Head Under One Wing is up today.

In which Tina needs Newt to work with Achilles on an unexpected adventure, UE finally ties the plot together, and Tina’s birthday getaway is delayed. Not exactly the reunion they were hoping for!

Excerpt

After an hour in a protected Floo call with the Chicago field office, an hour planning with her own Investigative Team, and then an unfortunate update from the Midwest office at 10:30 (one of the No-maj’s they’d recovered during the investigation had regrettably succumbed to his injuries at the DuSable-Fontaine Magical Hospital minutes prior), Tina inevitably sent for Newt at 10:35.

However, when she did so, she certainly hadn’t expected to hear her own voice issuing from her patronus in the unused conference room right around the corner from her office…

She scrambled from her desk, dashed down the hall, and stuck her head through the door, only for her mouth to fall open when she found both Newt Scamander and Achilles Tolliver lingering beside a malfunctioning enchanted chalkboard (which had, apparently, unintentionally been doodling its own interpretation of their conversation all over itself as they talked, though its illustrations were utterly incomprehensible—she’d have to have Wanda call for Maintenance before next Case Review). Newt stood awkwardly to the side—hands jammed deep into his pockets with his suitcase slung across him like a soldier's satchel, an old canvas strap fraying at the attachment points—while Achilles Tolliver leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed tight.

She felt her eyebrows shoot up as both men whipped around in surprise when she cleared her throat.

“What exactly is going on here?”

Newt’s expression momentarily approximated a fish out of water before he and Achilles glanced at one another and answered simultaneously:

“Catching up.”

Tina tilted her head to the side and blinked, before repeating inquiringly:

“Catching up?”

Silence.

“Excuse my disbelief, gentlemen, but the last time you two ‘caught up,’ you —”

She pointed at Newt.

“—were inviting him into the case to meet your ‘perfectly tame nundu’—”

Newt had the good grace to look mildly sheepish.

“And you —”

She turned to Achilles.

“—had declared him a bumbling idiot and — I quote — a ‘bonafide menace to society’.”

They both stared at her until Achilles glanced at Newt again—who offered him absolutely no encouragement in return—clearly fishing for something to say, until he eventually placated with:

“Okay, but it wasn’t all that bad now, was it? I mean, it had been a stressful day for all of us, what with Scamander Jr.’s training getting interrupted by that raid.”

Tina crossed the room and pulled out a chair at the conference table, settling into it primly. “By the end of the day, I’d had to talk you both out of misdemeanors and Newt had a new mark in his immigration file for your black eye—”

“How many times must I tell you it was the demiguise,” Newt muttered, and Achilles rolled his eyes before catching himself and straightening his back, pointedly putting on an air of faux professionalism. “I don’t make a habit of hitting people, you see. The poor thing was frightened.”

“Okay, listen,” Tina redirected. “Whatever. I don’t care. But…”

Newt had set his case down on the table and was busying himself tucking something—entirely unsubtly—into one of the internal pockets as he waited for her to continue. After a moment, he reached in up to his shoulder only to reemerge with Pickett clinging to one finger. Meanwhile, Achilles had taken a seat himself and begun to precisely roll a cigarette on the polished table, so she folded her hands in front of her and continued.

“Look, I need you both today, so if you could get over whatever personal and communication differences—or whatever this is—that make being in the same room as you borderline intolerable—” x

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Lux had knocked on Astronyu's immediately after she had passed out on the doorstep. Astron was just inside, they were painting near the fireplace as the rain poured, then they heard a knock at the door they had gotten up and went to answer. They had peaked their head out looking side to side not seeing anyone then looked down to see Lux looking like a sad wet cat.

Astron took Lux in and had set her down on the couch, after Lux regained her consciousness she had woken up looking to the side seeing a cup of nice warm tea, and some fresh cookies, and of course Astronyu who was still painting not noticing that Lux was awake.

(L = Luxintrus, A = Astronyu)

L: Astron?

A: Yes Lux?

L: Can I go shower?

A: mhm!

Astronyu had snapped their fingers then some towels along with some extra clothes had appeared in Luxintrus's hands

L: I-

A: Go down the hall then to the right is the bathroom!

Lux was now in the bathroom. She had turned the water on and turned it on to be very hot, they then got changed out of their clothing and had hopped in the shower. Once they were in the shower they had left the burning hot water hit her back as she had let out a long sigh. After the 2 hour shower it was now 12:13 they turned off the water, grabbed a towel, dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her body and was about to do the same thing for her hair when she noticed their hair was gray, they looked at the goggles that were once The Mason's now had a crack on them and to mention the scars she now has thanks to Winsweep

L: Great! Fuckin great! Now I look like a grandma thanks to Blake!! Fuckin asshole- but hey at least I have some cool scars

Lux had wrapped their hair, and had gotten changed then walked out with a towel still on her head

L: Hey astr-

Astron snapped their finger and a combo along with hair detangler appeared I'm Lux's hands as the wet clothes got put on the porch outside letting them dry off

L: thanks-

A: No problem! Also you need help brushing your hair?

L: i- yeah-

Her face went bright red from embarrassment, Astron had patted right beside them as a sign saying "sit here.” Lux had went over to them and sat besides them, as they took off the towel, sprayed the detangler and started to comb her hair

A: You have nice hair Lux!

L: Thanks Astron-

A: Although the purple hair did fit you, I like the gray hair!

L: huh- I was just thinking of dying it back to purple

A: noooo let me be the only purple-

L: fine-

After Astronyu had finished brushing Lux's hair, they had said goodnight and had given her some blankets then went to their room and had fallen asleep. Lux was having some trouble falling asleep since what had happened between her and Winsweep. She sat up on the couch then got on her knees and started praying to Folly aka the goddess of Chaos and bad choices aka Rat's older sister aka the goddess that SHE(Lux) simps for.

L: Folly.. Please make sure Rat is okay? I never meant for him to get launched 300,000,000 blocks away- I really didn't and I'm sorry Folly just please make sure he's okay.. please and thank you Folly

Lux then laid down pulled the blanket over her and had fallen asleep feeling a bit more at ease thanks to that

====TIME SKIP====

It was now morning and astron was up and making some breakfast as Lux was still asleep, they were hearing Lux sleep talk she was saying something about being sorry and not meaning for any of this to happen, and was also apologize over and over and over they were apologizing to Rat, The Mason, and Nox

They had finished cooking and had set it on the coffee table since their table was occupied by blank canvas, art supplies, paint, water colors, and some paintings. Thankfully Lux is a light sleeper so they only had tapped Lux on the shoulder three times and she was awake

A: Lux- morning sleepy head!

L: hm? Oh-.. morning Astron-

A: I made some breakfast for the two of us so get up and go wash your hands and then we'll eat! Okay?

L: mhm-..

Lux sat up on the couch still trying to process what had happened yesterday, then got up and had went to the bathroom to wash her hands

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I kinda changed it a little but here it is I'm working on finishing it maybe today or tomorrow! So hopefully I can get this done and yall lovely peeps can read it!! Love yall!/p and make sure to stay safe! <3

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THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Chapter 14 - Crimson Red

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Chapter 14 - Crimson Red

chapter word count: 1.8k words

~PRESENT DAY~

~third person POV~

"Chan, before we go... can I show you something?" Emilia smiled sweetly and grabbed her boyfriend's hand, dragging him through the garden towards the greenhouse.

"You still have that?" he chuckled, pointing to the small key in her hand.

"Hmmm, I should return it, shouldn't I? I've already finished my masterpiece more than four months ago." She winked.

"And you waited that long to show me?! Can't wait to see it."

The girl swiftly opened the door and stepped inside, running excitedly to a covered canvas.

"You're like a kid!" Chan laughed, watching the girl unveil the painting of the white lily.

"It's called Rebirth." Emilia exclaimed proudly. "We don't know how today might go, so I just wanted you to know that I'll always be on your side, no matter what."

"I know that already." Chan grabbed Emilia's waist and pulled her into a deep kiss. "My love, there's nothing to worry about. We will kill him and then come home and make love like there's no tomorrow, then we'll sleep like angels."

"That sounds good." She chuckled.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt. And bleah." Minho's voice echoed through the glass greenhouse.

"No worries, is it time to go?" Chan spoke seriously.

"Yea. Woah, what a nice painting." Minho replied, pointing to the canvas. "A lily? Didn't know you have an artistic side as well."

"Yea, thanks. Then, shall we?"

"Mhm. Everyone's waiting. Let's go."

Emilia took one last glance at her painting and locked the greenhouse. There was an unexplainable uneasiness growing in her and no matter how hard she tried to push it away, it would just come right back, more forceful than before.

~

"Nervous?" Felix asked concerned, watching Emilia fidgeting.

"Come on, how can she not be? It's a big day for her!" Hyo placed her hands on top of Emilia's, assuring her that everything will be okay.

"We'll be fine, right?" the nervous girl asked, a tint of worry in her voice. She corrected herself soon after, adding: "Of course we'll be, let's do this, guys!"

The trip to the Scarlet Rose Manor was about two hours long, leaving the Teams enough leisure to go over the plan multiple times.

They left the cars as soon as they came close enough to the gates to be able to infiltrate, and all teams did so successfully, despite the high security.

"Shit, this place is huge, you were right, Shade." Hyo chuckled and helped the girl climb through a small window of what used to be her old room.

"This looks exactly the same, it's kinda creepy, actually." Emilia chuckled in a low voice, pointing to the room around her.

"They didn't have enough time to redecorate, probably." Hyo chuckled.

"Hah, wow, look at these pictures! The heck? You used to look so happy!" Felix pointed to a few mini films on the vanity.

"Woah, you're right, who is this good-looking dude?" Hyo shared Felix' excitement.

"Yah, what is that supposed to mean? I still look happy, don't I?" Emilia rolled her eyes, glancing at the small photos showing her and San fooling around.

She was glad to see his face again, but she knew that this wasn't the time to get lost in long gone memories. She collected the few photos and placed them in her pocket, taking note to look at them more carefully later, when they successfully end the mission.

She also picked up a red lipstick, what used to be her favourite shade that brought her signature look. Coincidentally, it was the same one she wore the fateful night she met the love of her life.

~

Chan was glad that the party downstairs was going so well. That gave them the opportunity to roam freely through the empty halls of the mansion, all the guards being stationed down there.

"It's just as Shade said, these guys really are idiots." Changbin chuckled in a whisper.

"Seungmin, all good on your side? Can you hear us all?" the leader spoke through the earpiece.

"Yes, Boss, I hear you well. It seems everyone's devices work so far with no issues. The mics seem to be breaking up a bit, probably because of the blockers around here, but I think we'll manage."

"That's great. Please let me speak to Lee Know and Shade. Also add Hyunjin."

"Mkay. I'm connecting you."

"Yes, what's up?" Minho replied quietly.

"Shade, you also there?"

"Yes, here with Lix and Hyo, preparing to go to Tunnel B."

"Hyunjin, can you also hear us?"

"Would you like another refill, sir?" Hyunjin's voice spoke sweetly, soft music tunes and chatter being heard in the background.

"Okay, I'll count that as a yes." Chan chuckled. "Is the target still in the Main Hall?"

"Yes, sir. I would also recommend you try the charcuterie board. I could get you a serving, if you wish. However, word got around that the star of the show might be gone any minute now, so it might be best to enjoy the party and eat afterwards."

"Great. Is everyone else, ready? Me, Changbin and Momo will separate to go to our positions in Tunnel C."

"Yes. I'm stationed in Tunnel A." Minho confirmed.

"We are also splitting up to reach Tunnel B." Shade affirmed.

"Let's go. Wherever the Boss might come, be prepared, and put a bullet through his head."

~

"Are you guys ready?" Emilia looked at her teammates with a nod of her head, before slowly opening the door to the hall. "All clear."

"Okay, so, as discussed? Lix goes to scout, and we head together towards the room, yea?" Hyo wanted to confirm one last time.

"Yes, let's go."

Going into the hall, Felix ran towards the right side of the house, and the girls headed towards the left. As soon as they found the room they were looking for, Hyo closed the door behind.

After a while, she asked Emilia:

"So, you think he'll come here?"

"I'm not sure, honestly. I'd say probably not. He would probably go to Minho..."

"Hence sending him there alone. Tightest security means we need the best of the best to be there, so don't worry too much." Hyo placed her hand assuringly on her friend's shoulder, nodding briefly.

"... okay. But don't you think it's weird these suddenly stopped working? We haven't heard from anyone in some time now..." Emilia continued sceptical, pointing to their earpieces. "What if they were caught?"

"I doubt it. You've been on edge the whole day, let's chill out for a bit." Hyo seemed less tense and urged Emilia to be more relaxed as well. "They are grown ass men; they can handle themselves no matter what. Seungmin must've messed something up and closed our micros in the process. No need to worry, it's not the first time it happened."

"Isn't it? Okay... You are right, there's nothing to worry about. If no one comes here in the next hour and we still don't hear from anyone, we'll bail, just as the plan."

"Exactly, let's just stick to the plan."

~

Time went by without any incident, the watches on their wrist pointing out that it was time to retreat.

They made their way to Emilia's old room and tried the earpieces once again.

"Hey, can anyone hear me? Sky? Damn, these still don't work!"

Emilia helped Hyo open the old windows and started mentally preparing herself to leave and hear of the mission's failure.

"What about Felix?" she glanced at the door, securing the gun tightly on her belt. "Shouldn't we wait for him?"

As soon as Emilia turned around to hear Hyo's response, she felt a painful sting in the left side of her lower stomach. Crimson red blood started flowing from the wound before she could make sense of what happened.

"Hyo...?" she asked in a quiet voice, not understanding why one of her best friends for the last couple of months stood guilty in front of her, a blooded knife in her hand.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment." Hyo spoke bitterly. "These months seeing you and Chan lovey dovey all over the house... how you came out of his room almost naked every morning..." she spat out, disgust plastered all over her face.

"I... what do you mean, Hyo? I thought..."

"How you looked down on me when you bossed me around to tell Chan that I solved the gun trade issue! You think I would ever make amends with you?! I never trusted you! You're just a two-faced bitch who wants to take us down!" she screamed.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" Emilia retorted and pulled our her gun, pointing it towards her newfound enemy and pulling the trigger. To her surprise, though, the magazine was empty.

"You planned this all along, haven't you?!" she pressed on her wound and watched horrified as her former friend pulled out her own gun and pointed it towards her head.

"Ever since you walked through our door." Hyo smiled eerily and loaded her gun.

Everything started to make sense. Hyo's behaviour changed too drastically.

"Then... just tell me," Emilia started quietly. "The baby... it was you the whole time, wasn't it?"

"Took you a while to figure out! God, I really don't know how Chan didn't put two and two together. I was the one who helped him set the mission up, and he didn't suspect a thing when you found that dead woman there! I love the guy, but he can be so dense sometimes!" she chuckled. "Now, any last words?" Her smile grew wider.

In a twist of fate, the door opened that exact same moment, a worried Felix entering quickly.

"None of the devices are working so I- oh God, what happened, Shade?! Hyo?! Did you do this?!" the boy angrily turned to Hyo. "I can't believe-"

It was clear now that the girl was not expecting anyone else to come in and witness her crime, so, in a panicked frenzy, she fired at Felix, hitting him two times in the chest.

He fell down to the ground immediately.

"You crazy bitch!" Emilia shouted. "What have you done?! Lixie, I will get help for you! Please hang on!" She cried. She just couldn't believe her eyes. Why was this happening?

"Oh, God, what have I done?!" Hyo cried as well, dropping to her knees next to Felix. "It's because... it's because of YOU!" she accused Emilia and patted the ground around her trying to find the gun that just fell from her hands from the shock, moment when Emilia saw her only chance to survive. She kicked her with her leg to win some time, then ran out of the room as best as she could with her blooded wound and put as much distance as possible between herself and Hyo.

Thanking her memory for not failing her, Emilia managed to stumble to the garage after what felt like forever and find keys to the many cars her former Boss collected. Distant sounds of a party could still be heard in the background, which made her wonder if her former Boss was dead or not.

And even more importantly... was Felix dead?

She knew she had to get out of there as soon as possible and reach the others... Jeongin might still be able to save Felix.

No, he would definitely save Felix, right? He can't die. It's impossible. Emilia tried her best to calm herself down, dark thoughts reaching out to her from every corner of her mind and clouding her judgement.

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FILE: MOON JINO _ COACH 남 NOTES — aka a deepdive into moon jino's first year at legacy

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name: moon jino

age: 19

d.o.b.: 2003. 02. 13.

has no notable skills but has a presence that pulls the eye towards him

moon jino shows willingness to learn and improve

knows how to play the electric guitar possible band unit?

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has decent rhythm and can keep up with the overall practice

though he is rigid, he continues to keep up with the routine even if he misses a few steps

his jarring height and long limbs make him look awkward though, need to consult with trainer and nutritionists to bulk him

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has zero to no range in voice, but can carry a note if prompted

probably will not be a main vocal but singing can be taught

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when asked what are his goals for the new year, he answered: "i'm not sure, to keep doing what i'm doing?"

continues to lack drive for ambition, holds promise but he doesn't know what he wants out of legacy

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it’s like clockwork: coach nam always finds his way to cut some time between the hours of the day. today just so happened to be after his morning session in the gym. with a towel wrapped around his neck, he takes a huge gulp of water to stave the thirst; willing his heartbeat to steady. wishing that he had been caught at a better time. wishing that he hadn't just run a five minute mile and then thrown himself off the treadmill at the sound of his name. but the coach doesn't waste his breath, onward the questions he's been known to ask — the questions he asks each and every time jino gets seated across from him, his ipad settled in the crook of his lap with coach nam's laser-like gaze eyeing him, daring him to speak. coach nam saerom had been a notable presence in his time here at legacy, probably too much of one if jino really thought of it. not many of the other coaches really took the time to sit him down and ask him his thoughts. not when most of them were still wondering what the hell he was doing here. though jino couldn’t blame them, he didn’t really know what he was doing here either. the excuse that he had come here for jiah had long since passed — though the excitement and the fun was still there, could jino really say that he was still here to protect his sister from the dangers of a shady business? could jino really own up to his own desire and say that — ( maybe, just maybe he wanted to be here on his own terms too? ) but that was probably too much thinking for jino’s taste, so instead of answering the question that saerom always asks at the beginning of these things, jino redirects and ask saerom what he thinks he should do. and jino, like all the times before, watches saerom smile, almost fatherly ( was that insulting when saerom was probably only five or so years older than he was? ), taking an expert pause, patience brimming in his features — much unlike the exasperation another one of the coaches had shown when he had asked him this same question a few weeks prior — before running a hand against his jaw in thought. “well, the obvious choice would be to be an idol — it’s what most people come here for, but i don’t think your dancing skills are going to make the cut.” they share a laugh because what he says is true, and jino has no qualms denying it. even with his most maximum effort, all he had to show for the past year was that he didn't pull a muscle every time he had to do a box-step. it was inevitable that jino could not dance like the greats that legacy has been known to foster. ( but he could try but was he willing to?) if anything, jino had been told at the beginning — at point blank: that he was a blank canvas, one to be molded into whatever path he wished to desire. it was still true to this day, if only he took the chance to discover just what that desire could prosper to be. if not, he could leave — as simple as that. “this opportunity is what you make of it, you know that right? but we won't be waiting forever.” he was no prisoner of their's. surprisingly, he was a prisoner of his nonchalance. an indecisiveness that was unfamiliar to him, much unlike his usual resolute, held him at his wit's end. could he continue to waste their time, his time playing this game of pretend was over — shouldn't it be time for him to figure out what he wanted from legacy? at least that's what saerom thought, that's what they all thought. "you've got a face that'd be such a shame to waste." jino scoffs, "what? so you're telling me to be a model?" "why not?" saerom shrugs, "it's not like you need to dance to be a model." saerom leaves him in his thoughts, bidding the time before making a remark to leave; ready to completely submerge him in the possibilities his comments have made. it's only when saerom makes it right to the door, a foot or two away from closing it when jino speaks up: "what do i have to do to be a model?"

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progress has been made, he's thinking of becoming a model

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Green Chilies Chili

The green chilies in this chili will warm from the inside out and take care of your healthy eating plan while you’re at it. Put some beans on to simmer and hop on the stationary bike while they’re simmering - multitask with the same end goal...better health.

2 c. 13 bean mix, dry

8 c. water

2 t. salt

1 lg. onion, diced

1 t. chili powder

2 t. smokey Spanish paprika

3 - 14.5 oz. cans diced tomatoes with green chilies, with liquid

1 T. garlic powder

½ c. fresh parsley, chopped using kitchen scissors to speed the process

In a large soup pot, add dry beans and water. Bring to a boil then turn to simmer for 2 - 3 hours until beans are tender. Add onion, chili powder, paprika, tomatoes, garlic powder, and parsley. Simmer until the onions are tender - 20 min.

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She most often compares the human and bird worlds. She perceives nature as a lost home, to which it is possible to return only under the condition of changing our previous behavior and lordly attitude. In the paintings, the barriers or boundaries between man and nature are expressed symbolically by means of human products of the present time. 

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Media and Information Literacy Entry #1 (13)

As modern technology progresses, the media we consume has become more widespread and integrated into our daily lives. On a daily basis, I mainly use apps such as Instagram, YouTube, Facebook, and AO3. On days when I have nothing to do, I can spend up to 8 hours browsing the net. On days when I have tasks to do, I can spend a maximum of 3-4 hours on the Internet. Now that media has become more accessible, I have gained many more uses from it. I use the media to stay updated on the current happenings and trends in the world through watching the news, reading online articles, and through TikTok. With media, I can stay connected with my family and friends from anywhere with just a chat, and also use it to gain new friends who have similar interests with me in safe spaces.

Although these forms of media have been of great use to me, there have been some disadvantages at the same time. Because of media, a large majority of my day is spent online, causing me to lose many opportunities to personally bond and spend time with the people around me. This also makes me laze around most of the time. 

I often take my phone out, which others see as a “do not disturb sign”. Another disadvantage of me using social media is that there can sometimes be a negative impact while I browse through, for example, Instagram.  As I browse, I sometimes compare myself to these beauty standards, leading me to become more insecure about myself.

If I wanted to get information about something, I would immediately head over to Chrome and find more information about it. I would usually search very specific details about the information and only read from verified sites. To know if it’s trustworthy or authentic, I would take another step by finding recent and unbiased reviews from other people and either their experience with it or their thoughts about it.

Some applications or websites I use a lot include Zoom, Google Docs, Google Scholar, and Canva. I use Zoom 1-2 times a week to join my weekly church meetings, or on days when I can’t attend church face-to-face. Google Docs has constantly been one of the apps I mainly use because through Google Docs, I formulate my essays, scripts, and many more documents for school. Next, I use Google Scholar to delve into topics and other information I need for reports, debates and many more. Lastly, I use Canva to make presentations and cute and aesthetic pages. 

Media plays a huge role in my daily life, from the moment I wake up and reach for my phone, to the moment I put my phone down and sleep. Media is everywhere. In my daily life, media has been instrumental in my development. Through media, I gain knowledge about the world and about myself. I become aware of my interests and hobbies, and through media, I can find other people to share my interests with. 

In society and the world, media promotes understanding, peace, and unity by bringing everyone together. People, through media, can help support others and bring awareness to topics that others might not know too much about. May technology and media continue to develop and bring us a brighter future.