#Staight Line Designs

[hirocimacruiser]

Time to settle. Pulsar VZ-R vs Civic Type R!!

Rematch in dry Yatabe

Settled on 2 runs!!

REPORT

Sonobu Takedaira

civic type r

0-400m acceleration = 15 seconds 14

Tsukuba LAP time = 1 minute 12 seconds 00

Overall length (mm) 4180

Width(mm) 1695

Height(mm) 1360

Wheelbase(mm) 2620

weight(kg) 1050

Engine straight 4 DOHC

Displacement (cc) 1595

Max power(ps/rpm) 185/8200

Maximum torque(kgm/rpm)16.3/7500

suspension (front) wishbone

suspension(rear) wishbone

engine type Straight 4 DOHC

tire 195/55R15

First of all, it's a game of engine performance. Judging from Zeroyon data, the Civic wins, albeit by a small margin. However, I am not satisfied with this result. A time of 15.23.4 despite the dry weather was dissatisfying for Pulsar, who was definitely superior in power. I would have liked at least 15 seconds.

This time it was caused by a bad clutch on the Pulsar (hard to control the meat due to almost no free play) and a low mu on the test track. As a result, the Pulsar had severe wheel spin control at the start dash. On the other hand, the Civic was able to make a perfect starting dash and mark the data according to its ability.

That's what it means.

Pulsar was not able to show its full potential, but it should be possible to determine the ideal starting dash by adjusting the clutch. The result is Shibi

There is no doubt that it will enter the 14-second range faster than the Type R. Although it is the same size as the Civic R, it has the handicap of a tire with inferior grip level and a viscous LSD, but in terms of ability, the Pulsar is still superior. The Pulsar engine is undeniably wonderful, with all-round power, top-end extension, and revving speed.

Next is the gymkhana test. Here, as in the previous wet road test, the Civic R won by a landslide. The Civic R, which was thoroughly tuned for winding and circuit driving, was indeed fast. The sure handling that almost never misses the aimed line is superb. Thanks to the LSD, which also works well when coming out of turns, it shows a sharp dash. There is little posture change during full braking. On the other hand, the Pulsar has a stable posture, but it lacks grip in the corners, and the tires spin excessively when coming out of turns. The lack of power steering in the test car also had an effect.

SR16VE (front) is a Pulsar VZ-R with 200 horsepower at 1.6ℓ NA, while B16B (back) is a Civic Type R with 185 horsepower. Pulsar leads the way with top-end extension and power.

Thorough competition at Tsukuba Circuit!!!

REPORT

Etsuro Fushiki

Pulsar VZ-R challenges Civic R

Pulsar VZ-R

0~400m acceleration = 15 seconds23

Tsukuba LAP time = 1 minute 12 seconds 80

(Overall length (mm) 4140

Width(mm) 1690

Height(mm) 1385

Wheelbase(mm) 2535

Weight(kg) 1110

Engine type Staight 4 DOHC

Displacement (cc) 1596

Maximum output (ps/rpm) 200/7800

Maximum torque (kgm/rpm) 185/7600

Before suspension strut

After suspension multi link beam

tire 195/55VR15

Engine power is what matters on the circuit

- foot handling

Even so, in the first place

If the power is inferior, There is no way to make use of it. law of the law

is the rule of the basic circuit.

The Pulsar VZ-R was too good and had a chance to win.

but how the engine

It is also a circuit that even if the engine is excellent, that alone cannot win.

reality. Bit out with VZ-R

Then, without waiting for a lap, I was keenly aware that there was a gap between the Civic Type Rs that could not be filled. To put it bluntly, the power performance is even.

You can think of it as a mate of strength. However, the difference in the level of total design of running is decisive. Suspensions and brakes that do not mesh with non-powered steering. No matter how much it is a base model for competition, since there is a high possibility that a license plate will be attached, it is not good to cut corners here. The time difference is less than 1 second, but I think there was definitely a gap of more than one lap in terms of the car's evaluation.

Pulsar VZ-R and Civic Type R go head-to-head at Tsukuba Circuit!! The Pulsar is superior in power, but in terms of time, it is not as good as the Civic R.

The suspension of the Civic R is fully compatible with the circuit. For a moment, there was a scene where Pulsar was allowed to take the lead, but the positions were exchanged in no time.

TEST

So, which one is more attractive!? Pulsar VZ-R vs. Civic Type R

Sonobu Takedaira REPORT

After a full test in dry and wet, it's settled for the time being, but both are wonderfully attractive. However, considering it as a real problem, the winner is the Civic R.

Problems with Pulsar VZ-R

First, it is difficult to obtain. The limited production of 200 units is said to be nearly sold out. And even if you could get one, it would be considerably more expensive than the Civic R. These two points are serious problems.

That said, the Pulsar is overwhelming in terms of engine power and comfort...

Limited to just 200 units of the 200-horsepower Pulsar VZ-R. Eager to sell the 2nd edition!!

[zaynes-ocs]

Tempest

Tw for graphic descriptions of execution via electric chair

This is part 3 of milo’s backstory read parts 1 and 2 here:

Part 1

Part 2

He was going to die.

He was just a boy.

He was going to be executed.

All of these realizations had slowly settled in on Milo’s psyche as he had sat huddled in his cell for the few days he was allowed as the world around prepared for his death while he was left to stew in the anxiety of it all. Every set of footsteps echoing down the hallways sending a jolt of terror down his spine, wondering if it was finally his time until his anxiety ran him numb. At some point, he stopped caring, though he couldn’t for the life of him remember when, so when those footsteps finally halted in front of his cell one day, he found it easy to stand.

He didn’t resist as he was guided down the hall, chains jangling like the bells that would toll for his demise as his feet shuffled against the cool cobblestone floor towards his doom. His tears had long dried from the hours if not days upon sobbing he did in his cell, and quite frankly he was over it by now.

Even as the doors moaned open into a dimly lit room, he felt nothing. His dull, lifeless gaze settled upon the only piece of furniture in the entire room as he entered. A single, wooden chair was bolted to the ground, metal restraints that shimmered like the foaming waves of the trecherous waters of a flood were attatched to the arms and legs of the chair while another sheet of metal lay in the seat. Up the oaken backing stuck another line of frigid metal leading up to an odd mechanical circlet hanging by looping wires that spiraled up into a cold and clinical cobweb of copper and iron.

“Take your seat.” Came the guard’s command, to which Milo silently complied, wincing breifly as the metal cuffs of the chair bit and constricted his wrists and ankles, a discomfort that he promised himself would disappear soon, as dead people dont feel.

The chair was uncomfortable in design, forcing Milo’s back staight as the cold metal backing pressed up against his spine while the circlet clenched like the fangs of a predator against his temple as his guard checked over his restraints.

“Sorry to have to do this to you kid… but orders are orders…” The guard sighed as he took a step back, glancing over the young boy’s form with a grimace of discomfort. “If you have any final words to get out… I’ll record them for you if you’d like.”

“Alec is a lying bastard… and I hope he rots in hell.” Milo softly snarled, surprising even himself at the venom that drolled off his tongue, astonished to the new feeling of pure, vengeful rage that held no room for fear to prevent him from speaking, for what place does fear have in a dead man’s body anyways?

The guard’s mouth formed a fine, grim line in silent understanding of those words before he swiftly made gis departure, leaving Milo alone in the room with only the feeling of impending demise and the ever present weight of his mother’s ring boring a hole through his pocket. At least he’d have a chance to apologize for being late to dinner this way, he supposed.

His fists clenched in nervous anticipation as a soft electrical hum filled the air, almost a squealing shrill scream that danced through the wires before it roared into a cacophonous buzzing as untamed blue light shot down the wores, igniting across the metal of the chair before sinking its prickly fangs into Milo’s nervous system, his skin clicking and popping as sparks jumped between him and the metal, forcing his body rigid as the sheer power overrode his body as his execution began.

He couldn’t scream, nor control any of the haphazard spasms and convultions that rocked his body against the chair, his jaw forced tight as lightning danced hotter than fire through his blood, burning and stinging far worse than he could even imagine as his heart was forced to thunder with every spasm, constricting and gasping for every missed beat as it tried to keep up with it all. Milo’s very spine scalded like magma as it was forced against the metal, his skin feeling like it was boiling from the inside as the tingly sensation of needle-like sparks jabbed and stabbed at the very bone, sending shudder after shudder to the rest of his limbs that rattled and bashed against their restraints that only served to burn him further, condensing the circut into only his body and leaving the excess nowhere else to go as it was forced to burn its way back through the body reversably.

The circlet atop his head bit and hissed as a bolt of energy danced across his face like a thunderclap, searing its way over one of his eyes with a terrible flash that nearly blinded him as his eyes watered with tears that wished to express themself, his lip tearing and cracking as the lightning tore him apart from the inside. His heart hammered faster and faster until he was certain it had stopped completely before it seized once again, his organs twisting and churning just like his limbs with no way for him to control their movements before the electricity finally ceased, and his heart lulled to a final stop.

Mere seconds had felt like an eternity as Milo’s head slouched forward, his snowy hair straying from the path of gravity with wn electric hum to it as his mind slowly began to fuzz and fade, his last few surviving moments of air to his brain dissappearing with every sefond as his vision grew darker and darker, conciousness fading with it as he was faintly aware of the sensation of his restraints finally loosening before a sudden, violent spark leapt between his fingertips and danced its way back through his body, and his heart began to beat again.

Gasping out, Milo lunged forward with a vicegrip, holding on for desperate life as his systems reinstated themselves and his vision returned, only to find his hand wound tightly around the neck of one of the guards and his pocket filled with a warm, energetic buzz that drew him like a moth to a flame. Wordlessly, he dug his other hand in, finding a small sapphire ring hidden amongst the cloth that hummed with purpose and gave off a faint glow almost that mesmerized the newly awakened elf as the cogs in his mind slowly began to turn, remembering once more who he was, where he was and what exactly had just transpired before a roar of rage shot through his body, a surge of energy flowing through his arm like a tidal wave before it slammed into the helpless guard with a violent electric flurry, brilliant blue sparks shooting out and swarming his arm like ribbons.

The guard lay bloodied and motionless on the floor of the chamber, earning nothing but a glower from the elf a gave him nothing more than a glance before turning his attention back to the ring in his pocket which slipped flawlessly onto his finger, calling to him like destiny as he shed what remained of the shy, quiet boy from the village and donned a new outlook on life and an all consuming rage the likes he had never felt before. His very mind itself had changed as he stormed his way out of the prison like a hurricane, wind and thunder smiting any who blocked his path as he had only one destination lingering in his mind.

They wanted a monster to blame so badly?

They’d get their monster.

Part 4 - FINAL PART!

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Armour - Breast Edition

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There is always one character who has breasts and armour that looks like the number one thing it serves is highlighting the breasts. The trope, which is on my Top 10 Worst Tropes in Films and Books list, sadly is very common. But behold! I am now giving a small explanation of A) Why it doesn’t work and B) How to do it better and C) General tips for drawing breasts. I’ll explain it thoroughly under the cut (:

Part A - Why These Armour Pieces Will Not Work

There are several short reasons for it. First, armour is for moving, moving means you need space and the least possible friction so that your clothing sustains longer and you waste less energy. This all leads to one conclusion: It is not going to be skintight ergo it will not be highlighting any bodyparts. Otherwise it wouldn’t be practical and while fighting you only care about the practicality/efficiency. Reason number two is that there will be a lot of underclothing. Underwear, long underwear, protection... This all will need space. And last but not least the fact that breasts are just flesh hanging on a body. Sounds weird, I know, but hear me out: It’s attached to the body, it moves with the body. And while your character will wear a sports bra or anything of that kind that will flatten the breast already, keep in mind that when you stretch, your breast will flatten even more. The picture is visualising this.

[ID: A rough sketch of a torso, one with the arms up and the breast flattened. The other one with the arms down and the breasts are rounder. Two arrows are emphasising the matter. END ID]

Part B - How Do I Draw Armour For Someone With Breasts Then?

My tip: Treat it as an unflexible T-Shirt. Draw the breasts and take the “peak”. Then draw a straight line to the pelvis. That’s the line your armour should be following. In the image below, I tried to design an armour piece by using that technique.

[ID: A rough visualisation of the form of the “unflexable T-Shirt” and a design of an armour around the torso that seems like a tube with sparings for the pelvis/arms. The front is longer than the back, the edges are round. It’s probably too stiff. END ID]

Important part here: You do not - under any circumstance - want to be punched in your stomach region by your own armour but you still want to be able to move. This leads us to breaking up the armour. Don’t use sharp edges and look where your body is bending. For help, hold something hard to your body and try to bow in every direction to determinde where you need to break it into parts.

Honestly don’t worry so much about bodytypes since the armour might not be handmade specifically for that person. Go for a staight or wider bodytype when it’s not tailored. Although you can still make it not look oversexualised when you give curves to the pieces, you should be careful to not overdo it.

[ID: Picture of two sketches of armour pieces around the torso, the left one is vaguely hour glass shaped, the right one is straight. END ID]

Part C - Breats; A General Guide

A guide to drawing breasts by degrees:

Draw a rectangle.

Draw two ovals that reach a little over the edges into the lower half of the rectangle.

Connect the edges on the sides, clean up the middle and do a little line on top for a fold in the fabric.

Obviously size and form depend on the bodytype! but that’s generally the formular. The next image is just this instruction in picture form.

[ID: Exercise of me drawing breasts from various angles. END ID]

I hope this helped you! Feel free to add anything!!!

[nathan-livingston-hnd1c]

Distortion Reaserch

30th April 2021

Overview

Distortion in Photography refers to the optical abberation that deforms and bends physically staight lines, resulting in a more curvy appearence in photographs.

Types of Distortion

There are two different types of distortion which are Optical Distortion and Perspective Distortion. Optical Distortion is often caused by the optical design of the lenses and this type of distortion is also known as Lens Distortion.

Perspective Distortion is often caused by the position of the camera relative to the subject or by the position of the subject within the image frame. 

There are also three different types of distortion which come under Optical Distortion these are.

Barrel Distortion

Pincushion Distortion

Mustache Distortion

Barrel Distortion

Barrel Distortion occurs when straight lines are curved inwards into a barrel shape, it happens due to the field of view is much wider than the image sensor size this results in a squeezed image to fit the sensor size, the straight lines are curved inwards towards the edges of the frame. This type of distortion is often seen on wide angle lenses. 

Pincushion Distortion

Pincushion Distortion occurs when lines are curved outwards from the centre, this is often seen on Telephoto lenses and it occurs as a result of the image magnification expanding towards the frame edges from the optical axis, the field of view becomes smaller in size of the image sensor and the image now becomes stretched to fit the sensor size and the lines are pulled up towards all corners of the frame. 

Mustache Distortion

Also known as wavy distortion is combination of both barrel and pincushion distortion. The lines are curved inwards towards the centre of the frame and curve outwards towards the edges. Mustache distortion is seen in older cameras and sets of lenses and example would be A Nikon 18 - 35mm with f/3.5-4.5D lens. 

Perspective Distortion

Another distortion type is known as perspective distortion this is different to Optical Distortion unlike this, Perspective Distortion has nothing to do with the optics of the lens and it does not involve any issues with the lens. Perspective Distortion occurs when the camera is positioned too close to the subject matter and as a result the subject can appear large or distorted compared to other objects in the background 

This happens a lot and it can be easily identified an example of this would be to take a small object and bring it close to the eyes the object appears to be larger than other objects in the background such as a TV screen or a PC monitor which are much greater in size. This also happens when taking a photograph of a person or an object. 

When taking a photograph of someone with 16mm wide angle lens, their facial features such as their nose and lips appear to be unrealisticly large and their ears can become very small or they can even disappear from the image

Resources

https://photographylife.com/what-is-distortion

http://annawu.com/blog/2011/09/focal-length-comparison/

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Regrets (I have none) TAEGI

This is my gift to @ask-camboy-taetae because we both love Taegi and she was kind of my muse for inspiration yeet. Love you kat and hope you liked it!!! Name: Regrets (I have none) Pairing: Taegi (YoongixTaehyung), side jikook cause im jikook trash Rated: M for slight smut (not explicit though) Summary: Yoongi had many regrets, but meeting Taehyung wasn't one of them. Not when he disappeared from his life and much less when he once again got to see him, in a very akward way but all the more special (Tattoo artist! Yoongi x Teacher!Taehyung) Min Yoongi regretted many things in his life. Regretted dropping out of college. Regretted not haven properly spoken to his mother before taking his leave when his father kicked him out because he wanted to be a rapper. Regretted even getting a tattoo with a red rose on his shoulder because of one night he was feeling extra poetic and thought red was a passionate color. He had an extensive list of regrets because he, although a reserved person, tended to make many mistakes or at least it seemed that way. But if there was one thing he didn't, something that as meaningless at it seems that he keeps close to his heart, regret was meeting Kim Taehyung. It might seem stupid to reminiscence the memory of the boy he went to middle school with. It might have even seem meaningless to even think way back to meeting someone from your childhood. He was just a kid back then but Kim Taehyung seemed to have struck a chord within him, left a mark in him because no matter how many years had passed he could never forget him. That boy with red glasses, bright honey eyes, chubby cheeks, and braces who was the first person in his entire life who wanted to be his friend. The boy who was bullied, pushed around, and teased for his appearance and strange habits yet still remained with a bright boxy smile on his face. The one who taught Yoongi what it meant to socialize to feel wanted and appreciated. The same boy who after their freshman year of high school banished without a trace or even a good bye. He had stepped into his life and just when Yoongi had gotten far too attached for his own liking, that boy had gone and Yoongi had experienced for the first time what he later realized was heartbreak. Even then Yoongi did not regret. He's closing the shop late again. He had a last minute client who begged that he tattoo him. Yoongi was weak to pleading, and he got rather easily annoyed when they whined and begged endlessly, and had reluctantly accepted with a sigh as he looked at the design and set up the equipment. He'd heard a snicker somewhere behind him as he began his work from his coworker and his best friend, Namjoon, who had only chuckled with a shake of his head as he cleaned up the rest of the unused equipment. The man was always kind and waited for him to finish up even if a good two to three hours had passed. He had just placed the lock with the chains around the metal gate on the door when he turned to the purple haired male next to him who took a long drag of his cigarette, a gentle smile at his face. He went to offer Yoongi a stick as the male slipped it between his fingers and nodded gratefully, taking his black lighter to light the stick taking soft and light drags. There was a comfortable silence as both leaned against the wall, sighing once in a while. "Its okay if you leave me behind, Joon. We do live upstairs and I’m sure you get bored waiting", Yoongi had broken the silence suddenly as he eyed the male from the corner of his eye. "It's cool, hyung. It doesn't hurt to stay with you. I wouldn't be doing much if I left any earlier", the male shrugged nonchalantly throwing his cigarette on the floor and stepping on it. "but I was gonna ask sooner. We should go out tonight. Jungkook called up saying that Jimin insisted we go out for drinks. Hell he even begged that I convince you. You know how Jungkook is when Jimin's involved. He'd do anything to please him and the shorty insisted we all go." "Jungkook, is stupid and in love, but so is Jimin. Neither can go a minute without being next to each other, but anyways, I guess I'll go. It's been a while", Yoongi mumbles. "Who knows you might get laid. Heard Jimin's bringing one of his cute coworkers along", Namjoon mentioned suggestively. It sounded far too suspicious and Namjoon better not have intended to set him up with someone because his obvious answer would have been to decline any hook ups. The last time he let someone try to hook him up, Jungkook had ended bringing him a hooker and he was not pleased. "Namjoon", the tone was warning, but the purple haired male rose his hands defensively, a nervous chuckle spilling from his lips. "Hyung, I swear It's not an excuse to hook you up with someone. I bothered to mention because it's the first time I've ever heard of any of Jimin's friends", he mentioned as a matter of factly and now that the black haired male thought about it, Namjoon had a point, but he chose not to ponder on the idea. Not like he'd get acquainted with said friend anyways. He took one last drag of his own cigarette before throwing it to the side and motioned for them to head upstairs. He hoped tonight he'd be relieved of his pent up stress ~~xXXx~~ Whoever thought that letting Namjoon feed Yoongi alcohol before going out, was an idiot. Who pre-games before going out for drinks. For DRINKS?!. But the younger male had always had a bad habit of drinking before going out and this time Yoongi didn't protest when the younger insisted they take a few shots. And well that turned into a competition and few minutes later you have two drunk males stumbling their way to the door. It was a surprise that they didn't kill themselves while dragging themselves down the stairs, an especially impressive feat for Namjoon. The male hadn't bothered to mention that they'd have to meet up at this club nearby and that they'd have to walk themselves there. It did help alleviate the heaviness of the alcohol in their system as they were allowed inside the club by the burly bouncer at the entrance. They guided themselves inside as the loud music hit their ears. From the corner of his eye, he managed to spot Jungkook and Jimin devouring each other shamelessly against the bar counter while a male beside them looked extremely awkward. It was to dark to see faces, but anyone could recognize Jimin's ass in leather pants. "Oi, you idiots. You're making him uncomfortable with you grossness", Yoongi scolded them as both males retracted from each other at the speed of light. Jimin looked like he wanted to correct Yoongi's word choice and sentence structure, but a simple glare was enough to keep him focused on being ashamed for his behavior when his friend was present. Stupid teachers and their incessant need to correct others or maybe that was just a thing for Jimin. "Sorry, hyung", Jungkook had murmured but the male didn't seem apologetic at all as a smirk was splayed on his lips. Yoongi was really tempted to slap it off his face, but unfortunately, he had a soft spot for the younger gross love birds. He finally turned to the male next to them and without really saying much, he'd ordered two drinks and was pulling the male to another of the bar's in the club. "Drink up. I'm sure those two scarred you", he motioned stil not looking at the male as he gulped down his drink and slid the other drink towards the male. He had shivered slightly from the strong bitter taste after downing it like water thinking he'd ordered something a little too strong. He finally looked up at his companion and felt his breathe hitch in his throat. The man was beautiful, no, gorgeous. Beautiful eyes decorated with full fluttering lashes some longer at the bottom. Nice tan skin and soft looking brown hair and his clothes were a tight black dress shirt and black leather pants. The male looked quite adorable as he looked terrified of the drink in his hand, so contradicting to the sex appeal he oozed just from what he wore. "Uh, t-thanks for helping m-me. I just...I'm not good with my liquor. I’m already buzzed", he murmured embarrassed by this fact as he took the glass and swished it a bit, licking his lips nervously. Yoongi chuckled as he leaned on the counter with one propped up elbow. "I mean, who cares. You gotta live a little, and what's the point of going out clubbing if you’re not gonna take a few risks”, Yoongi chuckled, his voice slightly slurring as he spoke. The younger male looked at him for a few seconds as a sad smile spread on his lips. “Don't you ever worry about regretting it later?” he asked and Yooni had to pause to compose his thoughts given that the alcohol was working in making him unable to properly think. He licked his lips and shrugged simply. “There’s a lot of things I regret, but you can't live with those regrets your whole life or even the day after because they don't let you move on; they hold you back. It’s better to know you lived and learned”, he explained surprised by his wholesome response despite, almost reaching a point of no return. The laughter and bright smile he was rewarded with was all the more rewarding and made him proud of his response as he found himself captivated by the male next to him. He gulped when he observed the way the male had brushed aside any further hesitance and downed his drink as well. Yoongi couldn’t help but let his gaze wander down to his neck where his adam’s apple bobbed as he drank, couldn't help watching the slight liquid that had spilled slightly over his lip until it trickled in a line down his throat. This man who looked staight out of a magazine, and desire pooled in his lower stomach. The slight innocence from this man was endearing and Yoongi wanted to drink that innocence himself. The brown haired male shook his head violently, sputtering slightly, a goofy smile on his lips. “Oh god! How did you m-make it seem s-so easy…that was strong!” He cooed and Yoongi wondered if the man was such a lightweight to the point that the drink had finished its job and was enough to fully inebriate the handsome man. For the next half hour, Yoongi was content to listening to the young man talk animatedly, amused at how easily alcohol had made the man lower down his guard completely. He liked to stare at his face as his eyes would widen when he talked about something's particularly exciting and how endearing his smile got when it was wide and boxy. He looked so familiar, a sense of deja vu consuming him. He made Yoongi nostalgic and he didn't even understand why. This stranger he knew nothing about was making him feel attached already. Why? He felt a finger poke his forehead as he felt himself flinch. Sweet giggles made him blink as he looked at the male in front of him. “You have this cute pout when you suddenly think”, the brown haired man chuckled, but the black haired male didn't miss that aroused way he’d said it. Didn't miss the fogged lust now in his eyes. Didn't miss when the male was oh so close to him, grasping onto his shirt like a lifeline. And surely didn't miss when Yoongi himself took the initiative himself to crash his lips desperately on the other’s. Their hands were fumbling to find their home on each other. The younger chose to tangle his hands in black locks and the elder’s hands took refuge tightly around the male’s waist, pulling him flush against him. Tongues met, teeth clashed every now and then, slightly clumsy from their drunken state, yet they had never felt more aware; more awake and living than in that moment. The younger had suddenly thrusted his hips a bit, his hardness brushing against Yoongi’s own, a groan escaping them both simultaneously. When they finally separated, Yoongi having released the other after his teeth had dragged on the male’s bottom lip, he took in the other male’s appearance again. He looked so utterly wrecked and just from making out. He was already sweating, lips bitten red and panting harshly, his face having a glowing flush to it. “Let’s get out of here. I live a few streets down”, he’d muttered in the male’s ear, passing a hand swiftly down from the male’s waist to slightly squeeze his ass. A mewl escaped the younger as he nodded vigorously grasping onto the elder’s wrist as he guided them out. “J-Jimin…he doesn't k-know”, the male began to say as they walked down the dimly lit dark streets. Yoongi brushed the comments aside muttering that he’d text him as he sent a quick message to Jimin and one to Namjoon, just in case. No longer had they managed to stumble up the stairs and into the apartment when their hands were on each other. No awkwardness involved as clothes were shed as they fidgeted into Yoongi’s room, avoiding from triping. No hesitation as their hands boldly touched and caressed. Yoongi worshiped the male beneath him marking his beautifully tan skin, its taste addicting, like a drug. The beautiful moans that had spilled from the younger’s lips were like music, music that yoongi wanted to hear more and more off, like a song on replay. Could get used to seeing the male like this and the utter realization that he was already whipped for this man, who he still knew nothing of, had him feeling strange. It was only at the peak of passion that Yoongi realized he didn't have a name from this beautiful man. As he held this gorgeous male who clung to him as though he’d go insane from the pleasure Yoongi was giving him. The elder kissed up his neck, whispering praises before he asked him. “Your name…I need your name”, he’d muttered, not withdrawing the speed of his thrusts. The other male panted and keened, but mumbled incoherently. Yoongi coerced him with gentle kisses, but his thrusts weren't making coherent thoughts possible for the male. “T-Taehyung…K-Kim Taehyung”, he cried clutching tighter around Yoongi, and suddenly Yoongi felt sober. It had to be coincidence right? He slowed down slightly, a whine escaping Taehyung’s lips. He opened his eyes questioningly and saw the intense gaze from the male above him. Yoongi had recognized it then. The smile and those eyes. How had he not seen it before? He had found a renewed energy as he thrusted at a ruthless pace once more, feeling his forgotten emotions from his past rising up again and fluttering in his chest warmly. To know he had his first love in his arms, and pouring all his passion into him. Having him unravel beautiful under his touch and him alone, filled him with pride. At the moment he didn't care for explanations. Could give lees fucks about why he had left in the moment because all that mattered was that he was her now and under him and amazing and so gorgeous. The answers would come later. His kisses had become more fervent and persistent, wanted to mark him more and more. Taehyung keened and begged, nails digging at his back, overwhelmed by everything he was feeling. A feeling he’d never experienced before and the male above him didn't need to know that. “Taetae”, Yoongi had dared to mumble in the male’s ear, a nickname he’d given this same person long ago. He felt Taehyung tighten around him even more as he looked at him eyes wide and shock. A slight feeling of recognition flashing to his eyes, as he panted. “who…ahhh fuck….who are you?” he’d moan, trying to keep himself thinking. “its me…Yoongi…Min Yoongi…your hyung”, he simply responded and Taehyung’s eyes suddenly teared up as he launched his arms around him, sobs escaping his lips. “H-Hyung! Yoongi hyung!”, he began to scream as though in a mantra as though Yoongi would suddenly vanish in thin air if he didn't. It was followed by apologies and so much longing. “Hyung…I’m close. Yoongi hyung…please”, he’d cried and Yoongi was too, but instead of saying anything, he’d simply kissed him passionately, all the loneliness and longing pouring into that one kissed as though it would be the last time. And they were both gone, coming together and tears were spilled, unspoken emotions lingering in the air, and there was no going back ~~xXXx~~ Days had passed since that day, Yoongi had woken up and Taehyung was gone. Not a trace left behind as though a repetition in history. “You look miserable, hyung”, Namjoon had said one particular afternoon while they were working in the shop. Yoongi had drowned himself in customers to tire himself out, making tattoo after tattoo to distract himself. All the while, his thoughts had gone to Taehyung who’d disappeared so suddenly and chose the most awkward of ways to come back to his life. Yoongi had realized that night, that he’d never stopped loving Taehyung. Because it was love, not just a crush like he’d previously thought. He shrugged and made a slight noise in response as Namjoon sighed. “Hyung, is it Jimin’s friend?” he had suddenly asked casually. Yoongi whipped his head at that and Namjoon knew he’d hit right on mark. Yoongi noticed his knowing look and frowned looking away, as he stood up straight from his crouching position to dispose of the black latex gloves he’s been wearing. “Yeah, it was”, he quietly admitted, hearing a slight hum. It was quiet then or at least it seemed like to them even when customers were still piling in. Yoongi walked behind the counter to retrieve a new set of gloves before Namjoon’s voice spoke up. “Go”, he’d said simply making the black haired male looking at him in confusion. “Go to him, hyung. I don't know what happened, but it obviously seems like you guys must of known each other before. So go before you end up regretting it”, he smiled, a warm and encouraging smile. Yoongi licked his lips nervously. “What aboutbthe customers?” he asked almost seeming to find an excuse to avoid this; to try and convince himself he shouldn't. “Hyung”, Namjoon dead panned. “Go. to. him. I’ll worry about the customers and you need to go and find your happiness!” No longer the words had left and Yoongi sprinted out the shop. He hated exercise more than he hated waking up, but there he was running as fast as he could while dialing Jimin.. “Hey hy-” “Where is he?” he interrupted the younger. “who? Hyung you okay?” Jimin muttered at the other end in concern. “Yes I’m fucking fantastic. And I meant Taehyung. Where is Taetae?” he breathed out quickly and almost out of breath. He really was gonna call out a cab or something, but time was money or well whatever it was for him. So he ran faster, pushing agaisnt crowds of people muttering quick apologies. “Oh, Tae’s with his kiddos! He should be teaching in his classroom. 103 A!” Jimin chirped not bothering to question why his hyung needed to see his best friend. Yoongi hung up, reminding himself to apologize to Jimin later as he saw the gates of the elementary school come to view. He felt gross and sweaty as he ran inside, relief invading him as he felt the cool air lf the AC hit him. He walked to the front desk, the secretary giving him a confused look as he struggled to breathe. “I…need to…see…Kim Taehyung”, he almost demanded as the nice desk lady only nodded with an almost knowing smile. Did all women have some sort of psychic intuition or some shit? He took the visitors pass and stuck the sticker on his chest crookedly, more preoccupied with finding the room and feeling stupid to see it's the first door straight ahead. He feels his heart begin to race as he approaches the door carefully, thankful for the small window showing the inside. And just as his eyes fell on the man he was looking for he felt his breath hitch. If he thought Taehyung was beautiful before, he seemed so gorgeous and ethereal when he was just himself. He wore a silk champagne long sleeve, slightly old fashioned, but elegant and classy on his frame, tucked into black pants a pair or cute red glasses perched on his strong nose, wide boxy smile on display as he animatedly talked to his children. Those glasses were the heaviest reminder of their childhood. He could fully see him clear as day and felt a warmth blooming in his chest seeing him soew laughter and giggles from his lips as his kids asked question after question and Yoongi was in love. There was a moment when Taehyung’s expression became neutral as though he felt watched and his eyes wandered to the door before his eyes widened immensely. He looked both ashamed and bashful and quickly averted his gaze, his mannerisms turning nervous and hesitant for the rest of the period. The kids ran out, yelling excited goodbyes of “Mr. Kim” as they ran down the halls, another teacher scolding them for running seconds after. Yoongi stepped inside the classroom as Taehying eyed him wearily, a prominent blush spread prettily across his tan cheeks. “H-Hyung…” he muttered. He looked about ready to cry. “You left that morning. Days ago. I wondered why”, Yoongi said simply as he looked around at the many drawing hanging from a string. Taehyung bit his lip, and the black haired male had caught the sight briefly trying to keep himself from biting that lips himself. The male before him was just adorable. “I just…I didn't think…I didn't think I deserved to be there”, he said suddenly, genuine words and worries. “I hurt you and left without saying anything. I was forced to leave because back then…i had feelings for you”, he confessed, looking away from Yoongi like he’d said something disgusting and felt ashamed. Yoongi’s eyes widened unable to control himself and more as he grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him before pushing him against the whiteboard. He felt his heart constrict painfully seeing those pretty eyes full of tears. “Where you that scared that you left?” Yoongi had asked and Taehyung shook his head slowly in disagreement. “No, I was going to confess…b-but my parents f-found out and t-they said that my feelings were a sin, thats it was unholy. They thought keeping me away and taking me someplace else would change that or ‘cure’ me, but…I…I could never forget you” he managed to say both confident and in shame. “And you don't have to…I’m here…And same as you I’ve always loved you. I need…no, i want you to be with me. Even then, I had feelings for you too”, Yoongi muttered burying his face in taehyung's neck, wanting to stick as close as possible. Taehyung sniffled his hands grasping tightly onto the elder’s shoulders desperately. “Hyung, I don't deserve to be loved by you…I…I”, he began to ramble hopelessly and no longer had Yoongi grasped his face and pressed his lips on the younger’s. A kiss yet again showing that Yoongi had forgiven him and loved him even more than he did before. Taehyung kissed back just as hard, hands pawing at his shoulders till he reached his hair. “Hyung…” “Whatever happened, happened. Remember what I said? That you shouldn't let regrets hold you back?” he muttered softly onto the male’s lips, receiving a soft nod. “Well you shouldn't blame yourself. I still love you. I still want you. More than ever”, “Really? Even after what I did?” “That wasn't your fault…Now say it. Say you’ll be mine, Taetae, and I’ll be yours”, he whispered like a prayer, hopefully, as he interlaced their fingers together. Taehyung’s teary face and wide smile was enough answer as he nodded vigorously. “Yes hyung. I’m all yours and you're mine”, he muttered before he leaned forward to catch Yoongi’s lips sweetly. Yoongi had never felt happier and even when Jimin had come in screaming in delight and to tease him, he couldn't bother to be angry or embarrassed. Not when the man he loved was at his side now and had laughed so beautifully, clutching onto him and hiding his face in his neck, bashful. He was finally and truly complete. It almost seemed ironic how opposite they were. Taehyung the cute, innocent and adorable teacher while Yoongi was that tough looking tattoo artist, an unlikely pair. But they were so content, Yoongi spending his breaks from work to take Taehyung some coffee and, when he was feeling rather sappy and gross, some flowers. It was rewarding to see the huge blush that swept his cheeks when he took the bouquet in his arms a bright and bashful smile ever present. Not that Yoongi was any different when Taehyung would come bouncing into his shop with a huge grin on his days off to bring some lunch for the elder. The way his expression soften as he approached with a bag in his hand and sweetly kiss him. Yoongi felt his face heat up in embarrassment and his stomach fill with butterflies everytime. His customers would coo over them and it was then that younger had realized his actions and become extremely flustered, cutely so. “I love you, hyung! See you later!” The younger would yelled waving dramatically after he went to leave as Yoongi smiled and returned the wave. Oh man, he was so whipped. Truly meeting Taehyung was something he would never regret. ((I hope it wasn't too bad rip ;;)

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Beautiful & Ugly

Beautiful

Vignelli Forever

Anthony Neil Dart

I think this piece is beautiful because of it’s layout. I get so stoked about graphic design just from looking at this piece. Also, it is one of my favorite color palettes, and it’s using one of my favorite typefaces. Just the balance and the flow of the entire piece is what makes it beautiful in my opinion.

Rocky

Grzegorz Domaradzki

I think this piece is beautiful because of it’s illustration. I appreciate the attention to detail. Also, the layers of images and graphics in the silhouette of the fighters is so well done. It’s just interesting to look at and look at the details.

Mickey Mouse

Kate Moross

I think this piece is beautiful because of it’s graphic illustration. I like the simplicity of the illustrations themselves and the repetition making a pattern. The pieces all together as a whole is cohesive and exciting. I enjoy the bright colors and the fun tone of it.

Aktiv Grotesk Specimen

Carlos Jiménez

I think this piece is beautiful because of the typeface it is using. Aktiv Grotesk is one of my all time favorite typefaces. So this specimen is beautiful simply because of the typeface it is using. Also, the layout is well done and the way he showed all the different weights and sizes is nice.

Mondo X Cyclops Print Works Print #20V: Peter Pan (Variant)

Tom Whalen

I think this piece is beautiful because of its illustration. Illustration is not my strongest skill so anything that is able to use illustration well is beautiful to me. I also enjoy all of the details and the color palette used. It’s very eye catching and fun.

Ugly

Cheese Promotional Card

Widmer’s Cheese Cellars

I think this piece is ugly because of everything going on. It has so many different images on top of each other. Also all the different type on top of the images. It’s just so busy and hard to read and understand the purpose of the card.

Weekly Program

St. Jude Catholic Church

I think this is ugly because of the text. All of the body text is one line length, not broken up into columns. Also, the body text is all in a decorative typeface making it not very legible. Finally, the colors are a bit distracting as the background.

Candy & Drink Promotional Photo

Walgreens

I think this piece is ugly because of the text overset on the image. You can not even read what it says because of where the text overlaps certain parts on the image. Also the all center aligned text staight down the middle, there is no real layout or grid.

Family Night Informational Graphic

W.T. Lewis Elementary School

I think this is ugly because of all the different typefaces and colors. Its just so busy your eye can’t focus on just one thing. Also, the images with the white bow still around it are horrible. Finally, all the stretched text makes it not hard to read.

T-shirt

Lamb of God

I think this ugly because it uses Papyrus for all of it’s text. It gets harder to read as the text gets smaller. And it’s slightly funny that so many peple approved of this shirt and not one person warned them about the use of Papyrus.

[theatellsstories]

Circle

Design

Like District, Circle is a patchwork of people. Individual elements culminated to one character, all which is based of real people on the underground. The first image features the inspiration for her coat and headphones, colours are of course adapted to fit my purposes. The second image is what inspired me to use Timberlands as her shoes, they fit nicely with the colour scheme I wanted. And lastly if you look closely on the socks of the girl to the right you can just make out that they have a cute floral pattern. I loved this idea and made it a part of Circle’s character design, and to showcase the socks better I made the pants shorter (losely based on the girl in the first picture). Despite there being an overwhelming amount of white girl, the second most dominating ethnicity was west asian and middle eastern. Therefore, not wanting to add more white characters, I decided to make her middle eastern, and also add a Hijab to create further diversity within my cast. 

Personality

Like with District, I knew I wanted to make Circle closely tied to district, but also give her a warmer and more welcoming personality. The circle line encompasses London city as like a hug and just the name and colour scheme radiates something compassionate. Since I had changed my Jubilee character from middle eastern to north east asian I knew I had to fill this gap with and decided to make Circle this character. Originally I intended to make her a mom, taking the compassionate feeling further, but due to lack of research evidence to prove this and the wish to have her be District’s girlfriend, i decided to change that. Circle is instead a young 20 something individual, she keeps District in check and scolds him whenever he’s being too douchy, like when he doesn’t give his seat to someone that needs it. She is still young so I decided to also make her principal action to be on her phone, I felt this would connect her to District in a way and make them seem like a typical young couple. Neither of them are very lovey dovey, but Circle certainly puts in the most effort, holding his hand and watching out for him. She is also a careful observer of the people around her. 

Preliminary concept art

Observations: 

Circle:  tightly paired with district.

First observation: 2nd march (3:55-4:25)

People:

Lot of men

Mostly brown haired girls in mid 20s

Staight hair

Black is dominating hair colour

Lot of guys with glasses

Almost only Laced shoes - timberlands

Lot’s of interesting bags, briefcases and backpacks, some shopping bags, mostly paper.

Girls, loose hair or pony tail

Long jackets or bubble jackets

Generally girls are dressed more casually

Floral

And big scarfs

curls or waves

A lot of west asians, but mostly white

Activities:

Girl doing her make up

Camera

Leaning head on boyfriend

Lots of newspapers (maybe it’s the time of day)

Reading magasine

[justjoncuki]

Day 2 of the 70 Day Hand Lettering challenge with @samillerdesigns. 'Staight to ink' is something I'm going to be trying to do a lot. I make a few guide lines as far as height but the letters are all done with no pencils beforehand. Its something I like doing and want to work on, not being afraid to put ideas down directly into ink. #straighttoink #art #design #lettering #handlettering #tradional #tradionalart #font #fonts #70days #challenge #ink #practice #day2 #