#I also fell in love with the lasso fill tool

[yumesakura97]

I am being delusional again TT^TT

Mermay 04 - Mean gills (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[imaginesmai]

Peter Parker - See the light (4)

I present you to cute Peter Parker, protective Peter Parker and the whole heart of this fic. The first chapters were more of an introduction to the real him, and they only showed the armour around the character. But now we can see the sweet boy! Prepare yourself for this, cuteness and angst ahead!

Small sneak peek

First part

Second part

Third part

Plot: Peter has made a mistake, taking you to the wrong place. After a short conversation and a huge persecution, things only get worse for the both of you; but maybe you’re begging to understand each other.

Lights flickered along the cavern walls threateningly, and Peter wondered to himself how long those torches had been burning. The tavern itself looked old, but those tunnels were falling apart. He didn’t let himself stop, and kept urging you to walk forwards. You could have been walking for an hour, two or even three; they didn’t seem to end.

After the whole speech about dreams and life where everyone seemed to be happy, the guards had come with the scrawny teenager; and you had had to run away from one of the tunnels. Peter was aware of you falling back every now and then, and felt just a little bad for it. If he waited for you and carried your hair sometimes, there was no bad in it. He just wanted his crown back.

Nothing more, he promised himself. It wasn’t becuase he wanted to help you.

But truth was, there was something about the way you had stood up for him back there, that made his heart warm. It had been ages since someone was so nice to him, since all of his loved-ones died. And until now, he had been okay without them, doing what he wanted and not caring about what people thought about him. However, what you had done had awoken something in him. So he made his best to keep your grounded, and not scared.

“So” Peter started, quickly searching for his next words. “What you did back there… guess you saved me. Didn’t think you could, honestly.”

You grinned so wide, it looked though it might hurt.

“I know! If only mother were here, she would finally see how much I can handle myself”

Peter felt that, if he had met you in other circumstances, things would be different.

“Right, so, your mother. What’s her deal?”

“We shouldn’t talk about her” you chuckled, but it was deprived of humour.

“No?”

“Definitely not. She’s not exactly a light topic of conversation”

“Okay, so your mother is out of topic. I know I shouldn’t bring up the hair, either” Peter smiled softly at you, as if he wanted to prove he meant no harm. “I’m also kind too scared to talk about the… animal”

“Pascal is a chameleon” you scoffed, smiling too. Pascal emerged from out of your shoulder and glared at Peter. He shook his head disapprovingly, and Peter chuckled.

“Next question, then. This one has been bugging me for a while” Peter shrugged, trying not to make it a big deal. “If you wanted to see the lanterns so badly… why didn’t you just go before?”

Your smile fell, and you seemed to shrink into yourself. Your eyes darted to the ground, panic starting to colour your features. Before you had time to answer, or Peter to retreat with some sass, vibrations started running through the floor, and the rocks decorating the dirt jumped up and down as the whole tunnel started to shake. Peter whipped around to see the new shadows appearing on the wall, and his heart rose into his throat.

“Parker!” the captain of the guard screamed as a whole hoard of guards ran towards him and you.

Without a second thought, Peter grabbed your arm and took off in the opposite direction. Distantly, he could hear you muttering something to Pascal breathlessly. Questions upon questions falling from your mouth to him. Blood pumping, heart pounding, he spotted a light at the end of the tunnel, and then you were racing into the world flushed with daylight.

Peter only allowed a second to adjust, because you were standing on a cliff at the edge of an abandoned mining site. Cavern walls stretched high above you, and bellow, was a drop that not even Peter could stomach. He felt you pulling back slowly, but he resisted the urge of doing the same and pushed you forwards; in the worst scenario, he was shielding you.

“Parker!”

Peter’s head turned to you. You were staring at him with frightened eyes; and at that exact moment, he could see how wrong he had been. He shouldn’t have brought you there, he shouldn’t have been so selfish and he shouldn’t have gotten involved with you, because people who were with him ended up dead. His heart twisted.

“Peter!” you woke him up from his daydreaming. “What do we do?”

Peter opened his mouth, but no words came out. His eyes darted around the cavern a, few tall pillars of rock, a couple of algae-filled puddles littering the ground bellow. And a cave opening at the other side of the cavern, at the base of one of the walls. If you could get into that, he might just have found a second tunnel that led somewhere safe.

“Y/N” Peter said, grabbing your shoulders. “I have a plan, but you’re not gonna like it”

“Parker!” the voice was closer, roaring, as the entire guard squadron poured out of the tunnel.

“Who is that?” you asked.

“Someone who doesn’t like me”

Then, in a matter of seconds, two other figures were jumping from the top of the caver wall and landing on the cliff alongside the guards. The brothers Stabbington sneered at Peter.

“A-and they?”

“They don’t like me neither”

Finally, a loud neighing rang out above it all, and the horse from the captain barrelled through the crowd like a ball bowling over pins. The animal snarled, totally un-horse-like in nature, and Peter took a timid step back.

“I assume he doesn’t like you too?” you muttered.

Peter just nodded.

They had you cornered. Unless you were going to take a leap to your deaths, Peter knew he would have to hand himself over to the guard, unless the brothers got him first. Either way, he wouldn’t be walking out of there; and he just hoped you could. In a sudden act of courage that you surely didn’t feel, you shoved your pan into Peter’s chest, making him take a step backwards.

“Just trust me” you said, smiling at him before he nodded.

Peter grabbed the tool quickly, and instantly held it out in front of him in a way that should have looked threatening; if it wasn’t a pan. Almost everyone else drew a weapon of their own in response, and even the horse had a long stick on his mouth.

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter noticed you reeling in your hair and holding it like a lasso. You swung it a few quick times before throwing it in a wide arch, Peter breathed in relief when he finally lost sight of you.

“I’ve waiting a long time for this” the captain said, with the faintest hint of a laugh.

He lunged, his sword immediately making contact with Peter’s pan, as the boy cringed back. The guard swung once more, and Peter blocked once again.

“I need – wow, I need one of this” Peter chuckled, tossing the pan in the air.

Peter didn’t get much time to savour in his victory, though, because the horse suddenly jumped on him and started attacking with the pointed stick he had been given. Peter started to fight back, practically cackling the whole time. The pan fell to the ground, and when Peter got back up, one of the brothers was in front of him, knife raised.

He didn’t get far, because he felt his waist being wrapped with something, and in the blink of an eye, he was being swung from the cliff. Peter couldn’t help the non-male scream that rose up from his chest. He tumbled onto the ground as soon as his boots made contact with dirt. You stood beside him, pulling off your hair into your arms as Pascal stared at Peter.

“You can thank me later” you said, shy smile on your face. “We gotta go”

Peter pushed himself to his feet, keeping pace with you as he realized that you were running towards the cave he had spotted. It looked a whole lot bigger. Then, the ground was shaking. It was a lot more forceful than when the tunnel shook earlier. While keeping stride, Peter stole a glance behind you and realized with wide eyes what was about to happen.

Under the cliff where you had originally entered, there was a dam. Behind that dam was thousands and thousands of gallons of water; the captain standing, smiling, and his men breaking the dam down.

They’re gonna flood us out.

“Run!” Peter shouted at you, taking your hand and running ahead. “Run faster!”

You didn’t need to be told twice, and quickly stepped beside him. You were close to the mouth fo the cave when Peter felt it. The dam broke, and the cavern flooded with water, taking out anyone close to it.

Peter’s heart was on his mouth.

“In here!” you screamed over the waves behind you.

You and Peter both dive headfirst into a cave, just as the water knocked over the closest rocky pillar, blocking the entrance.

Water streamed in steadily, but for the most part, you were standing in complete darkness. You ran to the farthest corner and started trying to chip away at the wall with the pan. Peter’s boot were wet, and with alarm, he realized that it was then almost up to mid-shin. He sloshed over and helped to dig at the walls.

Beside him, he could hear as you held back sobs, choking on your own breath as you uselessly scrapped the stone. Peter frowned and walked-swam towards you, until he could hug you close. There wasn’t much space, and he hadn’t been the nicest, but you hugged him by the middle and hid your face on his shoulder. By then, he couldn’t see his feet.

“I’m sorry, Y/N” he said, not bothering to keep scrapping. “If I knew this was where we would end… I never would have agreed to drag you into this”

You supressed another sob, and rubbed your head against his shoulder. Pascal was sitting sadly against your shoulder, looking at his owner with wide eyes. Peter felt bad for the chameleon. The water was at your thighs then.

“Y/N”

No response.

“Darling, listen to –“

“No!” you sobbed, and broke the embrace, trying to dry your tears. “This – this is my fault. I should have listened to her! If I didn’t disobey – I’m, I’m sorry, Peter”

Water up to your waists

“I’m sorry too” Peter sighed, and let the words spill from his mouth. “I thought that if I showed you the tavern you would back down and give me back the crown. People – people are not so bad”

Up to your navels.

“I’m sorry I knocked you off” you admitted, bottom lip quivering. “I just, mother says that people might steal my hair. It glows when I sign.”

There a second of silence, where Peter let his brows almost touch his hair line. The humidity was by then making his hair wet, so it reached his eyes, and with the darkness he couldn’t see much; but he couldn’t have heard you well.

You seemed to realize something, and actually laughed a bit. Pascal hit the side of your neck until he caught your attention; and then you started to sing. The water filled the cave, and Peter could only get one big gulp of air before you were completely submerged. Then, the water was filled with a gold light; and Peter actually lost a bit of air by opening his mouth, and swam away from you out of freight.

Your hair moved around for a bit, until it reached a part of the cave that had been obviously covered to look closer up. The hair got sucked up, and Peter quickly swam towards the small opening. His hands ached when he started digging, and his lungs screamed for air. Preservation coursed through his veins, and he powered through. The last thing he saw was a faint light peeking through the rocks, and then, darkness met him with a cool relief.

Weirdly, the only thing that weighted on his consciousness was you.

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The Phantom of the Opera: Sorting Hat Chats System

I have returned! This time, I'm talking about one of my longest running obsessions: The Phantom of the Opera musical. Keep in mind, this will only be in reference to the way the characters are presented in the musical, so the housing may be different in different media.

Also, if you have any questions about the system, I'd direct you to my last post about Scooby-Doo, or to @sortinghatchats (the originators of the system) and @wisteria-lodge (my personal favorite fan sorter.)

First off, as discussed elsewhere, stories themselves can have houses as well! Since this musical is my absolute favorite and I have dissected it on more than one occasion, I feel I can speak on the houses this story comments on. At it's core, Phantom is a story that sets the Gryffindor Primary way of life against the Slytherin way, and forces the heroine to acknowledge what kind of person she is. Is she a fighter or a lover?

In this story, Gryffindor Primary says that your ideals are most important. What is right and what is good should win out in the end. Those who are wrong should be punished and evil and good truly exist in this world. There are angels and there are demons, and only the angels have earned their right to love.

Meanwhile, the Slytherin Primary says love is the final word. It argues that you love who you love, and all is fair in love and war. And that doesn't just mean romantic love. Creative love, familial love, friendly love, love of one's career.... all of these are beyond "good" and "evil," "right" and "wrong." Love is not created by seeing the goodness of a person, and can exist despite the existence of evil there, and that is okay.

The moral of this story, in my opinion, falls in the Slytherin camp. And that is because two of three main characters are Slytherin Primaries, and it is through their love, of art, of creation, and of each other (romantically or not) that the main conflict is resolved.

I'll only be sorting the three main characters, as they're really all I need to illustrate this point. Here we go!

The Phantom: Slytherclaw (Exploded Slytherin Primary, Ravenclaw Secondary)

The Phantom is an ultimate example of the "Jack of All Trades" Ravenclaw Secondary. He is a scholar, musician, composer, singer, architect, inventor... the list goes on. He is a collector of tools, and these tools he uses to compensate for his deformity. He has made himself overly competent to feel better and as though he might deserve a place at humanity's table. He uses careful planning and control over an environment he claims is his to give the impression of being a ghost. That brings us to his Exploded Slytherin Primary, or rather, his initially Petrified Slytherin Primary. Being a ghost is the dream of any Petrified Slytherin. To become a literal non-entity, unable to be hurt, unable to love, unable to care for anyone other than themselves. He was very unfortunate to be born with a Slytherin Primary housing, as the rejection of those he loved lead him to his petrifying. He wanted no one in his circle but himself and sought to other himself purposefully, removing himself from society. Until, he met Christine. Her love of music and creation, a love he had used to replace his need for chosen people, helped him to connect, and he slowly began to un-petrify. This could have been a healthy thing for him, a way for him to return to life, but no. He was so certain he'd never need anyone else, never want anyone else, never find anyone else that he clung desperately to her, became obsessed, and we watch his explosion throughout the musical. In one fell swoop, he went from entirely petrified to an explosion of pent-up love and devotion aimed only at her, all his love for the chosen people before him aimed only at her. And, with his newly ignited love, he tries to convince Christine to be only with him, care only for him, which as an Exploded Slytherin Primary, feels like the only way to properly love someone, the only right way to live, and murder and extortion are perfectly respectable ways to attempt to hang onto that love. So, he asks her to give in to the "music of the night." Her love of music, creation, and her devotion to him as her Angel of Music. But, there is another man in her life, telling her there's a higher calling, a higher judge of character than love.

Raoul de Chagny: True Gryffindor (Gryffindor Primary, Gryffindor Secondary)

I know Raoul has a reputation of being a soft-hearted guy, but this guy is most definitely a Gryffindor Secondary. After not seeing Christine for years, he has no problem coming into her dressing room uninvited and inviting her to dinner, and expects no pushback from her. He is quick to judgement, confronting the managers about sending him a note that he has little proof they sent. He makes himself as a barrier against evil, as he swears with confidence that he will protect Christine from a man who has already killed once. He is filled with fiery passion for doing what is right above all else and will barrel over any evil-doer who stands in his way, an old school Knight in Shining Armor. But, his Gryffindor Primary ultimately leads him into conflict with the woman he loves. After having seen this monster attack innocent people, he is sure that Christine would want to run away with him and condemn the Phantom for all time, but he is utterly confused by her reaction. Not only is she not running away, she's actively refusing to help capture him and pushing against him! Why?? Raoul's extreme Gryffindor-ness leads him down into the lair to save her when she is taken, to be immediately rendered useless by both the punjab lasso and the plot. His righteous nature is not wrong, and in many other stories, he would be the hero of the day. But, this is a Slytherin story, and so love is the only solution.

Christine Daaé: Slytherpuff (Slytherin Primary, Hufflepuff Secondary)

We spend a lot of the musical inside Christine's head, more than we spend watching her physically act in reality, but we can still figure out her secondary. Her Hufflepuff Secondary comes out in her devotion to her craft. She is a hard worker and takes her art very seriously. But, Christine can also be a doormat, allowing people like Carlotta to walk all over her for far too long out of fear of rocking the boat. She is regarded as a quiet and kind woman who works diligently at her craft, so Puff Secondary felt right. Now, for her most defining trait in the musical, her (almost unhealthy) Slytherin Primary. Christine has never quite petrified, but she has come very close. Her father was, and, for a while into the musical, still is, her entire world. He was her only companion in life for a very long time, and all of her creative energy came from her love for him. Then, she met Raoul as a child. The young and charming True Gryffindor was easily able to slip past her shyness with his Gryff Secondary panache, and she had found another chosen person to bring into her life. Even after they were separated, she never forgot him and continued to love and appreciate him. Then, her father died. She nearly petrified, wanted to push most people away, especially with Raoul nowhere to be found, but the Angel of Music her father promised her came to her. The Angel replaced her father in her circle of chosen people and became the most important person in her life. She would sing for him out of devotion and love, just like her father was a muse to her. But, Raoul's sudden return into her life creates the conflict. Things have changed, Raoul. She has someone she feels a loyalty to that she cannot break. Even as her Angel is proven to be a deformed man, even after he has murdered, even then, she cannot bring herself to despise him and shun him. When you're in with a Slytherin, you're in hard. It is only when the Phantom tries to take advantage of her grief at her father's grave, only after she fully confronts that her father is never coming back, that she can bring herself to fully side against him with Raoul. The Phantom should know how much her father means to her. He should understand. A Slytherin using another Slytherin's person against them is the ultimate betrayal. The next betrayal came when he threatened to take away Raoul, her last chosen person beyond the Phatom himself, trying to force her to become like him and live in the darkness alone. Instead, it is through Christine's Slytherin-like act of love towards Phantom, even beyond his horrible acts, that ends his tirade.

Let me know what you think of my analysis! [And, if anyone in the Phandom sees this: yes, I love Raoul. No, I don't like LND. I'm technically a fan of both E/C and R/C, but I believe R/C is ultimately canon and better aligns with the moral of the original story. Meghan Picerno is my current favorite Christine (love me an operatice Christine,) Jordan Donica is the best Raoul to ever grace the stage and deserves a spin at the Phantom, and Earl Carpenter has my favorite acting interpretation of the Phantom even if his singing was only okay.]

[jorjathomas]

Starting my Lookbook-Title page

Title pages are important as they need to show enough content that will not only portray their own message but additionally have something that would engage a person to read on willingly. It was important I did this yet not getting too carried away with it at the same time. My original idea which I had drawn out before hand is to portray the mess inside a males mind with the use of multiple images layered on top of each other near the head region of the model. I also want to add some dripping art illustrations using the Pen tool which I have also drawn in my last page to tie the book pages together. Here is my progress of this first page.

I used this portrait from the Phase One photography blog website because I felt as though it was good representation of emotion rather than a standard apathetic face. I also liked how the colour of the picture was black and white as this benefited my message being more visible. My main focus of this page was the middle of the models head and the content I will put inside their “mind” rather than the whole of the models face. I had to duplicate this image twice so I could cut the top of his head off and use it as a lid. I did this using the Polygon Lasso Tool going around the areas I wanted and then right click the selected area so I could inverse the image making the selected area still on the page rather than the background. I was now able to move the top of the head once making it into its own layer but now I was left with a gap where the image once was. This is why I needed a copy of the image so I could select some of the background of the image using the Marquee Tool and enlarging it to slot in this gap. I also clicked on the Image heading ,running across the bar at the top, and adjusted this slightly using the Brightness/Contrast feature so it could blend into the background without any harsh lines as I realised some areas of the images background were different shades. Using the Smudge and Blur Tool also helped me get rid of any harsh lines from the Lasso Tool.

I decided I wanted to add more primary images into this trend rather than majority of them being found of the internet. I decided to take a bunch of pictures of my hand positioned in a claw shape that could help portray an eerie environment to the page. I wanted my hand to look as though it was climbing out of the models head as if it was escaping itself to portray this concept a little better. I felt as though a hand crawl of the hand helps symbolise this escape and needs some people may feel in their life. I think majority of my work may be overemphasised as I find it hard to portray escapism and psychedelia through images without every image looking similar.

When working on my flyer I picked up this idea of cutting the bottom half of a model and turning the image upside down to shift the dynamic of the page a little more. I wanted to do this again but with this image of No Sesso SS20 collection so when I added it into the models head it made the work look as though a person has opened the models head and seen all its clutter. I didn't want these images to look neatly placed but as though they are all crammed together to help portray a persons mind better and how busy and drastic a humans thoughts can be. I used the Masque Tool again and then inverted the image so I could use the Lasso tool to cut around the the models legs and remove the background.

Here you can see where I've positioned this previous result. I've added my hand into the image aswell using the Lasso tool to remove the background. I have also added a Louis Vuitton campaign photo which takes up majority of the space. What I liked about this image was that the models not only had different poses which helps make make the work look more messily put together, but they were surrounded by flowers. When reading the article their intentions were to show the new popularity of men who aren't afraid of showing their “feminine” side, removing any toxic masculinity which I liked the concept of. I wanted to add this image to this particular page make it look as though it were the models thoughts which were completely different to his angry exterior. And I think how his head is now opened up and looked as though it is spilling out of his mind shows how dangerous bottling up these emotions can be and showing these trapped feelings doesn't cause anyone harm. Not only this but this image matched the colour palette quite easily as there is so many different colours in the palette rather than a few similar shades. I felt like I needed some more fashion content onto this page which is why I added the image on the left. The printed co-ord is by Wooyoungmi’s SS20 collection and helps gives the reader a glimpse of the potential garments within this trend.

I decided to create a mood board on Pinterest for this module as it find this app useful when finding relatable images to one another. When researching psychedelic art, I came across the Etsy artist Anna Sorokina that had created loads of abnormal editorials which I loved the idea of including in my work to show the abnormality of someone's thoughts when hallucinating into certain places within their mind. A piece of her work which inspired this stage of work is below. I started with a image of the ocean which I found of google. I realised a lot of these types of art were set in front of different landscapes which is what makes then so abnormal and what I might do throughout this lookbook. I used the Marquee tool to cut out thin, long rectangles of the ocean that could look like tears when I add them into the models eyes. I then used the Eraser tool to cut around any unwanted areas of the ocean around the models eyes so it looked more realistic. I realised that where these “tears” were positioned, they would flow over another models face. I decided to progress further with this step and use the Eraser tool again to neatly cut some of the ocean so the sunglasses on the models face were visible. This made it look like the tears were flowing behind the models eyes now which I loved the look of. I also kept the ocean image that filled the lenses area of the models face and used a filter on the right of the screen to make the ocean blend behind the lens. You can see above that the sunglasses still had their lenses colour but if you look closer you can still see the textures of the waves within the ocean image. Overall I loved this outcome of this section of the page as it further explains the emotions a man may not portray to others and keep trapped within themselves.

When looking at my work from far away, all the images blended in nicely which is what I wanted however not to the extent where you can’t see the different images. I decided to use the Pen/ Brush Tool to outline certain images with the colours from the colour palette so they were visible slightly. Also when adding the Louis Vuitton image on top the hand, a certain area fell over the top of my hand which I didn't want. I had to duplicate the image of the Louis Vuitton models and Marque the area I wanted and then used the Eraser tool to cut around the areas which covered parts of my hand. Doing this made it look like my hand was pressing into the flowers and reaching out over the models head. This could portray certain dark tendencies or triggers within a mind that influencing the need to escape. For instance a person may break their diet by eating some chocolate which was triggered by seeing it in their cupboard. Although this doesn't sound like the standard form of escapism you may picture in your mind, knowing the chocolate will give a person a short feeling of happiness from its taste, it is considered as escaping their everyday habits. As I stated earlier, I also wanted to add some sort of trippy art which I had already made in the back page of the book so I decided to add some coming out of the models mouth. When I finished this, I didn't really like how it looked against the other pieces of work so I decided against keeping this in my title page.

Here is the final result of the title page without any typography which I will complete in InDesign. I enjoyed creating this page because I hadn't really seen the any other lookbook laid out like this from the examples I've looked at. When showing this work to the tutors, I was slightly worried that there wasn't much dark psychedelia which is often perceived by a person however I didn't want to over think this as I know I will show this in the other pages of my look book. However, I will add aim to show some of this through the typography of the title name. One of my tutors also complimented my layout of the photoshop page, saying he hadn't seen anyone use a square page layout yet. Although I didn't plan on doing this any way and I just didn't know the ideal page size, it worked in my favour. This is because he said this size would be suitable for an Instagram post. I realised as because we aren't printing these out unlike previous years, it would be interesting if these where posted on social media instead as a way of showing the lookbook. As the world of work is taken over by technology, this could've been a cool way to show my look book to others if it was to be shown to businesses looking at trends, moving the fashion industry forward.