#dot line and shape

[wynandcore]

Okay I wanna show my favorite piece of Uprising concept art, it’s been in the back of my mind ever since I saw it

Look at that.

[flashhwing]

sometimes making an OC is just. throwing a bunch of different events and traits at a character outline to see what happens. and sometimes what happens is devastating

[monstersdownthepath]

Here’s something I have been wondering for awhile why is Juiblex your favorite demon prince?

I could give a long and complicated answer but the truthful and simple one is that I just think slime monsters are cool! I also have a syndrome in my brain that makes me root for underdogs, which is also why I love goblins so much.

I also love Jubilex for the same reason.

[mossmx]

I don't give a shit about the flared base I am fucking that T piece for the spin, you are absolutely right that we need to incorporate the gameplay into the experience

I'm still team | but you are so valid

btw, speaking of gameplay, I feel we are sleeping on the fact you need ALL the pieces to make a line eventually

So idk, I am thinking we should consider the poly aspect 👀

[codeandcanvas]

Hello friend.

My post–degree studies have brought me back to the foundation of design, namely the dot, the line, and some strange mistranslation of the German noun “Form” into either form or shape, which, depending on the author, could be either.

I have actually moved backwards from studying computational design, using algorithms to create shapes, to making digital lines using a drawing tablet, and have now moved on to what I would call the machine code of design, the bits and bytes of it all: the dot, the point, the directionless and dimensionless shape. And the literature I have with me right now, seems appropriately thin, like you would expect from a good mystery.

ok, I got this, I understand this, let me do something more interesting

This has happened for the following reason: it is easy to move beyond this stage, I think. You can just say “ok, I got this, I understand this, let me do something more interesting”, and off you go. And I did. Passing the grade, moving on, being done, like actually done, as in “done with it”.

But I knew I was hurrying things along. I knew I was actually doing harm to my skills profoundly: logical understanding that is, grasping what is said, doesn’t equal comprehending intuitively. And I want to comprehend, I want to have a solid foundation in my craftsmanship. You and me both know of that sweet spot where work becomes almost like play.

I think this is a good enough proof of life as any. Be so good they can’t ignore you is not just the title of a book I’m reading right now. I think it is an opportunity to do exactly that. And in my case, that all comes back to working on understanding the

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So, join in, why don’t you?

[aria0fgold]

Got distracted and I ended up working on my drawing But then I realized a major mistake on it when I thought I was done with the star veil (yes, again. I changed up the stars at the tips of it, this veil is kicking my ass) and I was erasing stuff already so when I realized I'm like: FUCK-- undo undo undo undo und o un do u n d o. And now I gotta... move All those new lil designs at the tip, Again, so I'm like: Okay... alright... I'll do that Later. I'll write now cuz god Forbid I do anything in that design, it's all mistakes!

[surfacebeauty]

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[nacricissa]

PSA: Humans and random objects

Humans are well-regarded throughout space for their bizarre hardiness at surviving and even pursuing poisons, and for their various outreach efforts to the dying.

This second trait, however, should be seen as a potential hazard if inviting a human to your crew. While the preservation of other crew members despite species differences is commendable, numerous crews have indicated that this “pack bonding” as the humans call it can extend far beyond any rational bounds.

Humans have been known to take terrible risks to save crew members, and even non-crew sapients. However, similar risks have been exerted for “pets”: non-sapient sentients the humans favour, as well as entirely random objects of little to no material value. Humans at odds with each other have been known to unite in violent rage at damage or even threats to these things.

It is advised that all cleaning and consumption be done discreetly, if there is a human on board who has mot confirmed the valuelessness of the object being cleaned or consumed, as the nature of these objects is impossible to predict.

[tintedhq]

[hapfdi]

[luna-azzurra]

Write Believable Intelligent Characters

╰ Let their intelligence show in how they notice things

Smart people aren’t always the ones talking, they’re the ones observing the tiny detail that everyone else misses. They connect dots faster. They clock micro-expressions. They’re already ten moves ahead while everyone’s still arguing about step one.

╰ Don’t make them know everything

The smartest characters have gaps. A genius hacker who can’t do small talk. A professor who’s never seen Shrek. An expert in ancient languages who has zero street smarts. Give them blind spots, and suddenly they feel real—not robotic.

╰ Let their intelligence shape how they argue

A clever character doesn’t always win by yelling louder. Sometimes they cut deep with one sentence. Sometimes they bait someone into proving their point for them. Or smile while delivering verbal chess moves that leave everyone stunned two scenes later.

╰ Smart doesn’t mean wordy

Sometimes the smartest thing your character can say is nothing. Sometimes it’s “Huh.” Or one line that lands like a hammer. Intelligence isn’t just about complexity, it’s about clarity. Bonus points if they say the thing everyone else was dancing around.

╰ Show them solving problems, not just explaining them

Whether it’s picking a lock or defusing a political standoff, let them act. Watching them think on their feet, adapt, and surprise people is way more compelling than giving them long-winded monologues about the history of poison.

╰ Let them struggle with being misunderstood

A smart character might say something that’s totally logical but lands like a slap. Or they assume people see the obvious when they don’t. Intelligence can be isolating. That tension makes them human.

╰ Don’t make them the author’s mouthpiece

If your “smart” character exists to deliver the moral of the story, they’ll feel like a soapbox in a trench coat. Let them be flawed, biased, wrong sometimes. Let them learn. Otherwise, they stop being a character and start being an essay in disguise.

╰ Make their intelligence emotional, too

Book smart is one thing. Emotional intelligence hits differently. Maybe they’re intuitive. Maybe they know how to read a room. Maybe they see through someone’s bravado in five seconds flat. Brains plus empathy? Lethal combo.

╰ Smart doesn’t mean nice

Intelligence can be cruel. Calculated. Detached. Don’t be afraid to let your clever character weaponize their smarts if that’s who they are. Sometimes the coldest characters are the ones who know exactly how to hurt you—and choose not to. Or do.

[whimsicalwritersstuff]

Couch rut

Pairings: Joel miller x fem!reader

Content warnings: Explicit sexual content 18+, Dom/sub dynamics, age gap (50s/20s), daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, cockwarming, degration/praise, breast worship, power outages imbalance, mild overstimulation, marking/biting, aftercare 🎀

Summary: A quiet night at home turns into something more intense when you in Joel's lap during a movie.

Word count: 1.700

Joel's arm circles instinctively around your waist. On the screen informt of you,some late night action movie plays, loud and cheap, flickering over both of your faces, giving you cover for what you're doing

The couch creaks softly as you shift, moving from your corner of cushions into Joel's lap like it's the most natural thing g in the world. You barely look at him when you do it, just scoot sideways, settle your weight across his thighs andtuck your legs up under your body. Like you're just getting cozy. Like it isn't anything at all.

Which is: moving.

Just a little. Barely-there rolls of your hips, slow and innocent. Rocking your body against him like you don't know what's beneath you. Like you dot feel the shape of him thick under his sweatpants. Like you don't feel the way it twitches when you drag yourself forward with a gentle grind. Joel's chest shifts under our cheek. You feel his body tense and then stay quiet. "You comfortable?" He mutters low, voice a little gravelled from the beer he had earlier. His fingers squeeze onc at your waist.

"Mhm," you hum.

"You sure?"

You pause. Smile against his shirt. "You're warm..

That makes him huff. But he doesn't move out. Dosent push you off, either..

So you keep going.

A slow grind here, a slight arch there. Your thin cotton shorts don't hide anything, and neither does the way Joel's thigh flexes under your ass when he starts to get hard. You sigh, soft and content, eyes still on the tv like you're not intentionally torturing him.

He growls.

"Don't do that."

You blink up at him, wide-eyed. "Do what?"

"Don't play dumb, darlin'."

You rock your hips again, slower this time, dragging your clothed pussy against the buldge under his sweats. A moan curls in your throat, too quiet for the screen to catch. "Just getting comfortable." Joel's grip on your waist tightwns. Then his hand slides down slow, firm, fingers slipping the hem of your shorts, tracing along your panties, barely brushing where you're already warm and soaked. "Christ," he mutters, jaw tight. "You're already wet." You smile. "I've been wet."

That does it.

Joel loves fast, both hands grabbing your hips,.lifting you enough so he can shove your shorts down to your knees and pull your panties aside with two fingers voice low and hard in your ear.

"You start shit like that on my lap, you better be ready to take what comes next."

Then he shifts beneath you, cock springing free from his sweats thick, hot, already leaking and lines himself up with your dripping slit without ceremony. The movie still plays. Some loud car chase scene in the background..the flicker of the tv lights your skin in flashes.

And Joel pushes in.

Slow.

Thick. Stretching you open like it's the first time.

You gasp, one hand flying to his shoulder, the other clutching his forearm where it wraps around your waist.. his breath is not at your neck as he graosn into your skin. "Fuck, baby. So tight already."

You tremble in his lap.

He bottoms out,.cock buried deep, still holding you in place with one arm locked around your stomach, not letting you move. "Feel that?" He breathes into your throat. "That's what you wanted?" You can only nod, mouth open, already desperate for more. But Joel stays still. "Not so smug now, huh?" He mutters. "Big girl when you're grindin' on daddy's lap, but now you're quiet."

You whimper. Clench around him. And that, makes him smile. His hand moves to your throat, fingers under your jaw, tilting your head back so you have no choice but to look at him.

"You gonna be good now?"

"Y-Yes, daddy."

"Then ride me slow," he growls.

"Nice and easy. Just like started."

You start to love, slow, uneven, grinding yourself down on his cock until the thighs tremble and your eyes roll back. He's thick inside you, heavy and so deep, the strech burning in the sweetest way. You clench around him with each little roll of your hips, breath coming in gasps. Joel groans into your neck, his voice gravvely and low. "That's it, baby. That's my girl." He palms your wasit, guiding you in lazy, dragging strokes,.not letting you move too fast. "Ride it nice," he breathes. "Make it messy."

You roll your hips in a tight, needy circle, moaning into the warm spice between his neck and shoulder. Your slick coats his cock, wet and stickey where he disappears inside you again and again.

"F-Fuck- joel-"

He pulls back slightly just to glare up at you, beard damp with sweat, jaw clenched tight.

"What'd you call me?"

"....Daddy," you whisper, breath catching.

He smirks. Satisfied.

"There she is."

Joel let's one hand slide up your spine, slow and warm, until it cups the back of your neck, holding you, grounding you. His other hand moves lower, down your chest, over your ribcage, until he's cupping your breast. He groans in his throat. "Fuckin' love these pretty tits." He brings his mouth to one, latching onto your nipple with a hot, slow suck. His tongue flicks against it before he sucks harder, groaning like you're the sweetest thing he's ever tasted.

You whimper, riding him slower now, grinding down and fewiing every inch of drag inside you. "Can't get enough of you," he growls. "God, look at this fuckin' body, drippin' for me." You moan when he nips at your breasts, just enough to make you cry out, just enough to make your walls flutter around him.

"You like that?" He mutters, licking back over the mark he left. "Like me suckin' on these pretty fuckin' tits while you ride daddy's cock?"

"Y-Yeah- yes- fuck, Joel-"

"Daddy," he growls again. "Don't make me tell you twice."

"Daddy," you sob, hips stuttering, thighs shaking.

He drops his head back to the couch, eyes on you now. Watching you fall apart. "Jesus," he groans. "Look at this. Look at you," your skin grows in the dim light of the tv. Breasts bouncing as you ride , cunt gripping him wet and tight. His cock is so deep inside toy, pressing against every sensitive spot. "You're so fuckin' pretty like this, babygirl." He whispers. "So fucked out already and I ain't even finished with you."

You gasp when his hands slides back to your hips, gripping hard, helping you move. Your rhythm falters, legs trembling. "Fuck- daddt- I'm close!"

He nods, jaw tight.

"Yeah I feel it. Pussy's squeezin' me so damn right. You're gonna come for me, huh?"

You nod, frantically, moaning loud now. "Say thank you," he grits, fucking up into you slow and hard. "Th-Thank you daddy- thank you for your cock-" Joel growls and grabs your ass, slamming you down on him once, twice, deep and you snap. You come with a cry, thighs shaking around him, your whole body clenching deep as he fucks you through it, still deep, still slow, grinding into your pulsing walls.

"Shit- fuck there you go- ride it out... Fuckin' good girl-"

You're gasping, drolling onto his shoulder and Joel grips you tighter. "Gonna fill you now," he rasps. "Gonna come so deep in this pussy you'll be leakin' all night." You moan for him, pussy still flattering, overstimulated and soaked.

"Do it, daddy... Please- want it- fill me..."

He groans, thrusting up hard. "Gonna fuckin' breed you," he pants, cock twitching, "gonna fill this tight little cunt with everytning I got-" and then he comes, deep inside you, thick and not, moaning into your mouth as his cock jerks, buried in your soaked stretched walls.

You both breath heavy against each other, unmoving, trembling, still connected. His come pooling inside you while the movie plays on like nothing happened.

Your breathing is still ragged when you.feel his arms wrap tighter around your waist, not letting you move, not letting you even try to lift yourself off of him. Joel's cock still rests deep inside you, softening now but thick and warm and still filling you with the last waves to his come.

Your thighs twitch.

"Stay there," he murmurs into your hair. "Don't fuckin' move."

You melt into his chest with a soft whimper, your cheek pressed against his shoulder, body buzzing from the after shocks. You can feel it, the slow drip of his seed inside you,.thick and warm and the way your body pulses around him clenching on instinct.

The movie's still playing in the background, but neither of you are paying attention anymore. He lets out a quiet breath then tilts your chin up with two fingers, you blink up at him,.and he looks at you like he's already regretting how rough he was, like he needs to see that you're okay.

"You alright, babygirl?"

You nod. Your lips apart, eyes half-lidded. "I'm good. Sore..."

Joel hums, brushing his lips against your jaw.

"I know I know. You were so good for me"

A soft kiss lands beneath your ear. Then one on your temple. Another over the bite mark on your neck from earlier. Gentle, apologetic. His hands start to roam again, this time slow, sweet. He cups your breast, thumb brushing lazily over your nipple, not with hunger now but reverence.

"Love these," he murmurs. "Could spend all night takin' care of "em,"

You laugh breathily, still trembling. "You did."

Joel grins and finally, slowly lifts you off of him. Both of of you jiss at the mess, the strech, the slick warmth leaking from between your thighs. His come trickles out of you in a slow, sticky line as you collapse onto your side beside him, legs weak.

"Jesus," he mutters, staring between your legs like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He's off the couch in a second, grabbing an old shirt from the basket of clean laundry and returning to kneel Infront of you.

"Open for me, sweetheart."

You part your thighs, dazed and loose and Joel gentle starts to wipe you clean. Careful, focused, like you're something precious.

"I made a mess of you," he says softly.

You.hum. "worth it."

He kisses your inner thigh before tugging your shorts back up your legs and then pulls you into his lap again, this time just to hold. Pressed against his chest, warm and clean and wrapped in his arms, you feel it. The protectiveness. The softness underneath the edge. Like now that the storm has passed, he's right there to hold you through the quiet.

"I got you," he whispers. "Always."

[shaponshekh]

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[definitelynotarabbit]

Guys. Guys no. That Alaska "map" is WRONG. We do not have half as many roads as that implies. I am convinced somebody said "oh yeah, there are roads going west," and they meant a goddamn moose trail or something. THERE IS NO ROAD GOING WEST FROM ANCHORAGE. THERE IS NO ROAD GOING NORTH FROM BETHEL!!!

Also, this is so zoomed out that it makes it look like single-lane dirt roads are freeways. wtf this is so so badly inaccurate.

THIS is what Alaska's roads are. Not whatever alternate universe that "map" seems to be depicting.

Roads of US states.

by MrPecners

[ningvory]

SHHH! — yu jimin

🎀 // WARNINGS : 5th member reader, g!p karina, cursing, praise, unnie kink, not proofread

🎀 // WORD COUNT : 799 words

hi guys…it’s been 5 months since i wrote smth please bare with me..

you were suddenly woken up from your peaceful dream by your leader, karina. it was still dark outside, your led lights being the only way you could see who was sitting in between your legs.

you were sprawled out on your soft bed, your comforter pulled all the way back to reveal your body. your baby pink panties discarded and your white v-line shirt that hugged your waist and your soft tits was hiked up.

“unnie?” you groggily asked, sleep still in your eyes as you tried to get up only to be pushed back down on the bed.

that’s when you finally looked down, karina was painfully hard, her precum oozing out of her cock as she guided it up and down your slit, smearing it all over and making you shiver. you tried to move your hips up to slip her cock into you but she put her freehand on your tummy, shaking her head no. you whined in protest and still tried to move your hips, desperate from some sort of friction.

“what did unnie say? don’t move.” her raspy voice was barely above a whisper as she pressed down harder on your tummy, making you immediately halt all attempts to move.

you whined out, “unnie please~” but she quickly put a finger to your lip, shutting you up.

“shh you don’t wanna wake up the girls, do you?” she said in a condescending tone, an arrogant smirk on her face as she watched how your sleepy eyes grow wide as you shook your head no vigorously.

“then be quiet and be patient.” karina says as she slowly pushed her cock into you, filling you up with ease. you let out a small squeak, your jaw slack, leaving your mouth open as you silently moan. it was overwhelming—her cock stretching you out deliciously as she filled you up.

“that’s a good girl—shit,” karina grunted as she began to rock her hips back in forth, creating a slow rhythm as she watched you bite down on your lips to try and keep quiet.

she smirked as she lifted one leg on her shoulder, making you shudder as you eyes rolled back. “pretty girl..you’re doing so good..trying to keep quiet like i told you,” karina muttered as her hips snapped into yours, picking to the pace. your hands gripped her forearms painfully tight as small whiny moans left your lips.

karina hissed as your nails left crescent moon shapes into her forearms. she lifted your other leg to her shoulder, forcing you into a mating press as thrusted harder. your eyes squeezed shut as your moans raised in octaves, the bed frame banging against the wall but neither of you seemed to care.

“unnie, let me cum please,” you whined out, doe eyes glossed over as you squeezed around her dick, trying not to cum without her permission.

“you wanna cum, baby?” she asked and which you nodded quickly. she doesn’t give you another reply but rather, she quickens her pace, heavy balls slapping against your ass. she clamps her hand down on your mouth as you began to moan louder than before. she uses her other hand to squeeze your nose shut, cutting off you oxygen as you looked up at her with tears streaming down your face.

karina grunted as she pounded into you, the sloppy sounds of your pussy filling the room. “gonna fill you up and you’ll take every drop, yeah? gonna keep it inside for the rest of the night.” karina moaned, she hit your g-spot deliberately. your juices are leaking all over your sheets and you couldn’t find yourself to care, too lost in the feeling of being filled up.

your eyes cross and you began to see black dots in your vision, your fucked out brain can’t tell if it’s due to the lack of air or her dick pounding into you with no remorse.

with a low grunt, 4 thick spurts of cum fills your cunt as you came undone around her cock at the same time, your toes clenching down hard as you squeeze her cock tightly. she finally removes her hands from your mouth and nose, allowing you to breathe properly. you took a sharp breath in, panting as you began to calm down.

“you did so good for me pretty.” karina coo’s as she pecked your lips, but she could tell you weren’t all the way there as you blankly stared at your ceiling with half lidded eyes, panting softly.

unbeknownst to them, minjeong had opened the door a while ago, a surprised look on her face as she watched it all happen. but she quickly closed the door, quietly scampering back into her bedroom wondering why seeing karina fucking your brains out made her so wet.

[thin-lines-n-dots]

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