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annisefreya · 5 months ago

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February Reading

In February I mostly just finished stuff that I started last month, so maybe this whole idea of monthly roundups is a little bit doomed because I'm not reading as much as I used to. But I'm gonna stick with it for now!

This month I finished three books.

The Spear Cuts Through Water by Simon Jimenez

This was really interesting and had a really unique style... I think that if I could have had a few days to just absorb it rather than reading it piecemeal over more than a month I'd have liked it even more. As it was I did really enjoy it... It has some really effective villains and some absolutely fascinating world-building. I also normally find framing mechanisms really contrived and awkward and make me feel removed from the story... But this book did something really interesting with it that made me tip my metaphorical hat. It had a satisfying ending to the plot but didn't quite do what I wanted with the characters, though I know that's entirely personal preference. Definitely an interesting and worthwhile read.

Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks

As I said last time, this was one I read because I was intrigued by it when it was an A level English set text and a bunch of my friends were reading it. Now *cough* years later, I'm mostly glad I read it, but I didn't love it. The final war section was very effective, and the pointlessness of most of the war narrative does mirror the pointlessness of the war. The 1970s narrative just annoyed me. I could however write an essay about its themes and narrative parallels and shit if I needed to, so it was probably a good A Level text.

Raven Stratagem by Yoon Ha Lee

Loved this. Not as much as I loved Ninefox Gambit, but nearly. I loved the world-building and all the calendrical nonsense (affectionate). I loved the mystery surrounding Jedao and what he's up to, even if I did mostly call the reveals... It was effective because of how the other characters with less of that knowledge related to it rather than as a mystery to the reader. I adored the Shuos hexarch, Mikodez, and his unnamed but textually referenced ADHD and his sweet tooth and his onion plant and his knitting, and his absolutely ruthless devotion to his job. He was my favourite, but I really loved the other characters too, Khiruev and Brezan were excellent, in particular... It was fascinating reading how they navigated their world. And as someone who plays with something a tiny bit like formation instinct in my own novel, I really loved the way that in particular was explored.

I am nearly finished with:

The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling

I would have finished but I'm subject to the vagaries of a 6yo, and sometimes he decides to draw or read by himself. One story left in the book. I liked the Mowgli stories, but 8 think my favourite is the story Riki Riki Tavi about the snake-hunting mongoose.

And I have also been reading:

Star Wars: Dark Apprentice by Kevin J Anderson

When I was a star wars hyperfixated teen I was reading through the EU books that my brother owned... When he was getting rid of a bunch a few years back he offered them to me. There were over two hundred and I'm not hyperfixated on star wars any more so I only kept 20 of what my husband declared were the best (with the caveat that my brother kept the very best ones--ie the Timothy Zahn books). I read the first in this trilogy last year, and I'm now about two thirds through this one. It's fun and all, but I roll my eyes so hard at the OCs sometimes. Jacen and Jaina have just escaped to Coruscant's under city at the tender age of 2.5 and they are supposed to be precocious, but they are the least realistic toddlers I've ever read and it's stopping me from really caring about them because I know they're going to be fully plot armoured.

Jade War by Fonda Lee

I only just started this... the first chapter was excellent, but I'm obviously not far enough in to really say much more than that. I loved Jade City, so I'm expecting to enjoy this one too.

#annise reads #books

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darladog · 5 years ago

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Finally finished it lol

Kipling from @asras3rdeye

#kipling is so fun to draw #i love their series so muchhhh #asras3rdeye #kipling #kipling bronne #asra #asra x oc #asra alzanar #kipling the apprentice #not my fan apprentice #arcana #the arcana #the arcana art #my art

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the-melting-world · 3 years ago

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Crowded Places | Door-Lord-Nautilus Timeline

@the-midsummer-masquerade | Thank you for hosting and managing this event 💕

You can read all of the fics to Don't Stop Til You Get Enough | Midsummer Masquerade here

Wanted to wrap things up with a little Door Lord / The Nautilus Crew fic. Hope you like it!

Featuring in the order that they appear: Kipling, Khleo, Sun Bai, Solo, Sascha, Ozy, & Nadia Satrinava

Music: "Crowded Places" by BANKS

~ 1k words

Kipling found Khleo alone in the bath hall.

The barhand had their eyes closed and head tilted to the steamy sky as they leaned back against the drum. Their wet, defined arms stretched out along the edge, freckles glowing warmly against brown skin.

Khleo sensed Kipling’s approach, but they didn’t move until they heard the loosening of robe and the soft rush of silk as it dropped to the tiles. Not until Kip smoothly wedged her leg under Khleo’s head and positioned them in her lap did Khleo finally open their eyes. They snuggled against Kip as she worked her fingers into their hair, detangling the barhand’s stubborn curls.

Khleo was content to watch Kip with eyes half mast, taking in the soft parting of her lips and the wrinkle in her nose – signs of her concentration – radiating that sweet intensity that Khleo was always longing to touch.

Kipling asked Khleo how their night went and if they had a chance to have some fun in between shifts. Khleo said that they had, but they weren’t that tired; they could have a bit more.

Then they reached up to draw Kip in for a kiss. Though the angle was off and Kip wasn't expecting it, the two of them came together with ease and a quiet, familiar passion.

After a while, Khleo made a needy sound in their throat. Kip’s name tumbled from their lips in the form of a question. Kipling dragged the kiss on, pretending not to hear until Khleo’s question became a soft, raw beg meant only for the gardener’s ears.

When Kip answered, Khleo rolled until they were rightside up and wrapped their arms around her waist, following up with, “Tell me what you want.”

“To relax,” Kip chuckled as she surrendered and joined the barhand in the bath.

Khleo was all feline grins and evasive teases.

Yeah, yeah. Sure.

They pulled Kip into the water, steadied her in their lap. They nuzzled the skin under her jaw and gently massaged her waist like they were testing bread for firmness.

“I just want to hold you,” Khleo whispered into Kip’s skin with none of that purring this time.

The gardener felt the barhand’s sincerity. She hugged their middle between her thighs and sank into their muscular embrace with complete trust, as she had countless times before.

No more resistance lingered between them. Only warm water and deep, tender bonds.

Every time Kip returned a kiss or fixed them with that syrupy gaze — in shyness, fondness, or both — Khleo’s whole body swelled with so much emotion and… with a very gentle, very profound sense of rest.

Sun Bai didn’t stay.

He never stayed too long anywhere. Or with anyone.

“Mmm. Bai?”

The person Bai was carrying bridal style finally stirred as he was leaving the palace grounds. Solo de la Vega pushed a wavy blue lock of hair off of his slightly damp brow.

“Where are we going?”

The pirate adjusted the dressmaker in his arms and projected his answer with his mind.

[We’re meeting up with your sister. Go back to sleep.]

Solo blew a soft raspberry. “I can walk just fine.”

Bai didn’t bother to argue because Solo was already unconscious again, proving an unspoken point.

The walk was kind of far, but the streets of Vesuvia were quiet and the moon was full and out. Bai easily found his way to the building with the restaurant on the top floor.

Soon he was easing into a booth across from Sascha de la Vega. Her brother had come alive again in order to kiss her on either cheek and exchange some words of familiarity.

Then he stretched out along the dark leather seat, resting his head in his sister’s lap and choosing to sleep through what he had called “an improper breakfast at ungodly hours.”

Sascha and Bai were left alone to catch up.

“Are you happy, Bai? I waited for you this time.” Sascha gently teased when the server brought over platters of hot vegetables and fried squid.

Bai dug into the rice as soon as it touched the table.

“I am happy that you waited for me.” He said with a completely straight face, as opposed to his usual sneer.

Sascha leveled her gaze with Bai’s slate gray eyes. “What happened to your glasses?”

“I broke them.”

“What about the back-up pair that I packed with–”

[Those got broken too.]

Sascha shook her head. She reached for her bowl, but Bai scooped it up before she could touch it. He filled it up with rice, some onions and cabbage. When he got to the squid, he lifted a chubby piece over the table and offered it directly.

“Here, Sasch. Try this one.”

Sascha was painfully self-conscious as she bit down on the fried meat, terrified that some crispy bits would stick to the corners of her mouth.

“If you want my glasses to stay intact,” Bai said, “maybe next time you could come along and… keep an eye on me.”

Sascha leaned back, dabbed her mouth with a napkin, and swallowed that very delicious bite.

When the gunslinger averted her gaze and finally spoke, Bai arched an eyebrow in what might have been hopeful intrigue.

“. . . Maybe next time I’ll think about it.”

Oz’mandias retired early to his chambers. These rooms were far from all of the entertainment and festivities, yet he could dimly feel the party winding down several floors beneath where he lay.

He knew even after all of the guests found their way home or unconscious, it would be a long while before he wasn’t alone anymore.

When the one he was waiting for finally made it back, his lips curled into a smile against the pillow.

“Was the night everything you were hoping it would be?”

There was a sudden, soft intake of breath.

“My gods, Oz. You’re still awake?”

Nadia said it with the lightest trace of laughter in her voice as she eased next to the grey mage. Before Ozy could respond, she grazed her palm against his forehead and pressed a kiss there.

“Then again, I suppose the sun sleeps for no one.”

Ozy found her lips. “And gems never stop shining… rubies especially.”

Nadia’s throaty hum sent vibrations between them. “I do not want to be a ruby at the moment. I’ve been shining for everyone all night long.”

“You’ve dazzled the crowds enough, haven’t you?” Ozy’s voice dropped a little towards the end, feeling the pressure of those unspoken expectations – of the even stronger ones that came from the self.

“I have.” Nadia breathed into his locs as they embraced.

Ozy agreed with her, his soft smile at odds with the excitement in his hazel eyes. He drew Nadia down beside him. “If you can stop being the gem that you are, then I want to stop being the sun. For now.”

Nadia pulled the blankets over them both.

“Yes. For now… we sleep. Until the day calls us back.”

Ozy closed his eyes to a night of fun and freedom. Seeking sleep and soundness, he found Nadia to share it with under the blanketed darkness.

#ok i'm finally done whew #midsummer masquerade #vesuviaafterdark #the arcana #kipling the apprentice #khleo the barhand #ozy the grey mage #sun bai the psychic #solo the seamstress #sascha the gunslinger #nadia satrinava #nadia the arcana #the gardener and the barhand #the psychic and the gunslinger #ozadia #the nautilus crew #door lords #coco's writing

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believerindaydreams · 3 years ago

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me: ok fine. if the problem is that you don't want to decide what bits Time Lords have, just write porn where you don't describe one of the participants

brain: say what

me: oh look I wrote fic

"Doctor," Sarah says sleepily, tugging at his curls.

He rolls over, back in her direction- she'd mentioned tiring of being squashed all the time, so tonight the Doctor's taken middle. Harry snoozes on his other side, warmly sheltered by lengths of knitting.

"Sarah Jane." As delighted and fresh as if he hasn't seen her for absolute ages. "I hope you're feeling quite as well as I do."

"How would I know," Sarah murmurs, nestling against his side. The flowered polyester wrap she'd been wearing has rucked up to her belly, but it's too slight to pose any real resistance. "Not a Time Lord, am I?"

"I could check." He helpfully places his head against her chest, ear pressed flat against her skin. The feel of his cheek is cool, not disagreeably so. "No, I don't think you could be. Not with that single heartbeat- mind you, it's quickening now."

"I couldn't imagine why," Sarah says, in the dry sarcastic tone that appeals to him so- the same one she'd been using about half an hour earlier, teasing him to come. "Are you licking again?"

"Not if I'm talking," the Doctor informs her with great satisfaction; and immediately resumes work on her bosom, his tongue tracing tiny circles around her nipples. She buries one hand in the nape of his neck, carefully tangling her fingers in the delectably soft strands.

"I say. Did you two get started again without me?"

"Not everyone wants to sleep all day, Harry." It's the sort of remark the Doctor would make if he was talking right now, and she doesn't want him to start.

"Well, that's not exactly fair. I mean, any ordinary man would have trouble keeping up with you two..."

"Do shut up," Sarah says, rather dreamily.

The Doctor's attentions are moving in a downwards direction, allowing Sarah a good view of Harry attempting to extract himself from the all-encompassing scarf. Stark naked otherwise, it's a screamingly funny sight and her body trembles with suppressed laughter.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" the Doctor whispers.

"No, no, keep going," Sarah hisses.

He takes her at her word.

*****

There's a line chasing through Harry's head, something from Kipling probably- I've taken my fun where I've found it.

His companions certainly take that sentiment to heart. Here they are on a desolate space station, having nearly died half a dozen times today, and Sarah is acting quite as if they're in a palatial hotel suite. Instead they're on this cold metal floor, cushioned by his coat and the Doctor's corduroy jacket.

He strokes, somewhat tentatively, at the Doctor's back. This is the first time he's been in a relationship with a man (fumbles behind the bicycle shed don't count, surely) (the Doctor isn't so much a man, more a force of nature) (camaraderie under fire is an old naval tradition, of course)

he really is babbling at this point. And not even aloud.

With great care, he chooses a spot on the Doctor's shoulder- that seems safe enough, doesn't it? Presses his mouth against the deltoid muscle.

Harry's aware he isn't the world's finest kisser, but he's not altogether inexperienced either. Aside from fumbles, there was Esther: dainty blue dresses, soft-spoken, drawing room with the curtains closed. She'd given him reason to think he was at least passable in that department.

"Passable" is hardly the correct descriptor for the Doctor's joyous screech, with a full-bodied resonance that's all but deafening. Not altogether voluntary, Harry considers: the abrupt jerk of the vertebral column looks very much like an involuntary reflex.

"Harry. Don't do that."

Sarah Jane's laughter floats upwards. "You really ought to have told him, you know."

"Ought to? Do I have to recite every piddling anatomical difference before getting into bed with someone?"

The Doctor has turned all his attention on Harry, pulling and grasping and sucking, in ways he finds extremely difficult to get to grips with but rather enjoyable despite that.

"Something about nerve clusters in the shoulder," Sarah Jane calls. "He's awfully sensitive there."

"Oh, I see. A corpora cavernosa?"

"Something like that," the Doctor growls. The usual sort of madness in his eyes has faded to something more human than usual, not less. "My dear Harry- my very, very dear Harry-"

"Yes?" Harry asks; and then yelps as the Doctor's mouth closes around his cock.

The only word he can think of for the sensation is indecent: positively indecent. This is an act he's always associated with great delicacy, gentleness of touch coupled with nervousness and shaky hands, which is no more the Doctor's style here than in any other regard. Rather it's passionate, leaves no uncertainty about the extent or sincerity of the associated enthusiasm, and shifts his cock back and forth with tremendous jerking motions that quiver on the edge of pain without reaching it.

Ah, some detached part of his mind processes, that would explain why it's called jerking off.

He repeats this revelation as best he can, between gasps.

"Harry, you idiot," Sarah Jane says warmly. "That's masturbation."

"Oh."

Perhaps it's the frisson of femininity that brings him to climax, perhaps the Doctor's ministrations are solely accountable.

It is rather a comfort, that nobody is going to quiz him as to the precise cause.

*****

Perhaps, the Doctor considers, he should put a trifle more effort into remembering this sort of thing. He's almost positive humans don't really need sex, but then they don't need stuffed owls either and Sarah is very happy with hers.

New life, new body, who's to say things can't be different this time round-

"I wish I could hypnotize you," Sarah says out of the blue.

"Why bother," Harry mumbles. He's worked off some previous uncertainty to have adopted a sprawling all-over pose atop the Doctor, chest to chest and ankles draped on calves. It seems to be making him happy, which is nice. "You know I'd do anything for you, Sarah."

"I meant the Doctor."

"Ahhh," the Doctor says, as a stopgap while he spends an unusual amount of time processing the statement. "Yes. I only do it for your own good, you know."

"That's what's so terribly aggravating about it," Sarah says, and sticks her tongue out at his request for clarification.

Well. As a small puzzle in the mechanics of mental control, it could be interesting enough- "I suppose that by inducing your neural pathways to express volition while subsuming my own to minimal levels, it might be done-"

"Oh, would you?"

She does sound so enthused at the prospect; so he takes her face in his free hand (Harry's cuddling the other one), cradles it. "Think of nothing, Sarah. Think of nothing at all."

"But this is just like the other times," she starts to protest; which is a help instead of a hindrance this once.

"And now think of something," the Doctor says, disengaging his will.

Like floating underwater, in a state of blissful suffocation. Generally he doesn't have the luxury of appreciating the curious qualities of this state-

"I say, how do you know it's worked?"

"I know."

Her voice draws attention like clanging cymbals, the loveliest sound in all the worlds. "It's like he's sleeping in my mind. If I pulled the leash-"

"I say, old girl, no need to be smutty."

Her laughter is like the autumnal migration of brightly coloured frogs, like a handful of melting nonpareils, like a steam-driven puzzle box the size of a house. "Do you think you can describe what we've been doing without being smutty?"

"Erm, no. I suppose not. What are you going to do now?"

"I'm not altogether sure- I mean, I didn't think he'd really do it."

"Don't underestimate yourself," Harry advises. "Doctor, are you really under Sarah's control like that?"

If he had eyes in his mouth, he could watch it working of its own accord; but he doesn't so he can't. "Yes."

"Do handsprings? Sing? Say you're in love?"

"Harry," Sarah intercedes, then pauses. "Are you in love with us?"

He's fallen in love with everything from funny bits of broken architecture to the Trans-Jupiter train shuttle to the moonsglow on Arcturus Four. "Of course I am!"

"...I suppose that's all I wanted to know, really." Her small sigh could explain the whole of the cosmos, if he meditated on it long enough.

"Not going to make him do any party tricks?"

"I- I-" and he adores the stumbling hesitation, that this is what it takes to render her perplexed. "He wouldn't, though. The Doctor's never treated me like- a thing, when he's doing this."

"So no sailor's hornpipe."

"I wouldn't know how," the Doctor interjects. "I don't know everything yet, or what would be the point in travelling?"

"Be happy to teach you."

Sarah snorts at him. "Before you start, I'd better take this hypnosis off him- Doctor, how do I do that?"

Ten bewildered seconds later- "It's all right, Sarah. Don't worry about it."

"Oh good. I wouldn't have felt right about kissing you under the influence," Sarah says, and does.

(He's not at all clear how to undo it. Probably won't happen without the aid of his TARDIS, a bout of unconsciousness and possibly some of those wretched mental exercises they taught back at the Academy.)

Not the worst problem he's ever faced though.

After all. He trusts Sarah with his life.

#fourth doctor #doctor who #four/sarah/harry

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poloniumt · 5 years ago

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That thing with drawing minesonas interacting made me want to go and join in! Here is Red from @theguardiansofredland interacting with both Polonium Taigan and Endi. I also have a fic to go along with this picture that helps with the reason as to why Red is even here.

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Polonium was not exactly elated to hear the news of chaos in the cobbled streets of Taiga Town, but it was certainly intriguing as to who it was causing the ruckus. She had not planned to learn of a race called a Kipling or how one somehow managed to get stuck in a viaduct near the square’s famous fountain, but every day had the infinitesimal chance for it to occur. Today was the day, apparently.

She sighed, watching the squire trip for the umpteenth time on the andesite and marble steps of the corridor leading up to her bedchamber, get up, check the bound scroll he held, then run forward, only to trip again. She shook her head in secondary embarrassment and simply walked toward the novice, relieving the squire of the scroll and sending him on his way. She watched as he finally walked through the large chamber door before turning her attention to the scroll. She unbound the scroll, watching the weathered roll unravel until it was nearly five feet in absolute length. She groaned.

Before she could even read the Epic clearly written out for her, a slam turned her attention to the door. Endi’s towering form emerged loudly from the doorway, a second, smaller form was latched firmly in her left clawed hand. The figure was flailing wildly, despite being completely out of range to try and fight free. It squawked in a language Polonium could partially identify as a Guardian one.

“Let me go! I don’t know what you want!” It screeched our in near perfect English. Polonium watched as the two slowly met her near the largest stained glass window in the hall. “Let me g-oh.” It stopped flailing, staring right at Polonium.

Polonium stared back, taking in the odd creature. “Ah. Are you the one apprehended from the viaduct?” She tentatively queried, observing the creature.

“So what if I am, then?” It huffed, trying to wiggle free again.

Polo rolled her eyes, rerolling the scroll. “Because if you are, you better tell me before I get more annoyed than I am.” While she WAS upset, she was bluffing about it being that bad. This was mild, truly.

The creature squeaked, shrinking back from the threat. “F-fine. I got stuck in the viaduct. So what?”

Polo furrowed her brows, pushing her square frames up further. “You got stuck in the MAIN viaduct, that’s what. The arches aren’t as wide, and if it gets blocked, the river will flood half of the lower district. That’s what.” She sighed, looking at the scroll. “Now I have to find time to put you somewhere, then read this, then get a court together, then-“

She was stopped by Endi dropping the creature and speaking. “You needn’t die all that, sister. You’re stressed out.” Endi loomed over the creature. “Besides, this creature is not from the Taiga. It is from the sea, yes?” The creature shook its head in agreement. “Of course. A new ambassador, I suppose?”

“Ambassador? What’s that? A fish?” The creature looked to Polo, who gave a small smile. Polo looked back up, staring at Endi.

“I guess you are right, Endi. I’m just not wanting another situation. You know that already.”

“Naturally, sister. Maybe we can learn more about it from itself, however. You need more notes on the seas.”

“I know, I know. I suppose I can...concede on the case. You aren’t going to be prosecuted, erm...fish...guardian...thing.” She stuck the scroll in her vest pocket, watching the fish scramble to stand. Compared to her, it was very small in comparison.

“Th-thank you, miss...” it’s voice softer and less brash.

Polo outstretched a hand. “Please, call me Polonium Taigan, princess of the kingdom you currently stand in, and ambassador for the Taigan people.” She stood slightly taller when saying that line.

“I, uh..” the fish shook its head before taking the outstretched hand, effectively accepting the olive branch. “Red, uh...I’m a Kipling! I live in an ocean with guardians and I like everything to do about the sea!” Red beamed.

Polo’s face became laced with mirth, watching the young Kipling as it rattled on about how it even came to be in the kingdom. From odd portals, to traders, to a person who had a love of cactus, Red talked about it all. Not that Polo minded, of course.

This was a fairly interesting day.

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I hope it’s good, I have a fear of messing something up with it. Much longer then needed, but I had fun.

#red #poloniumt #polofic #my artwork #not really hermitcraft #sorry

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mostlymazzelloanddeacy · 5 years ago

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50 questions

50 Questions! thank you very much @smittyjaws for tagging me! I finally have time to answer the tags!

50 (yes fifty!!) Things You’ve Never Been Asked…. Let’s lighten the mood & have some fun! I always enjoy reading these and seeing a quick glimpse into my friend’s lives. (Just copy this & change the answers 😁)

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush? black

2. Name a food you never ever eat. cheesecake! It looks so delicious!

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? warm?

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? I was looking for drawing inspirations on pinterest :)

5. What is your favourite candy bar? Chokito 😋

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? No... I’m not into sports :/

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? I want to know when the quarentine will be over

8. What is your favourite ice cream? strawberry

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Water

10. Do you like your wallet? Yes, I do! It’s a pastel pink kipling one... I think it’s very practical and cute :)

11. What was the last thing you ate? Coffee and some cookies

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? No... why bother? I rarely go out nowadays. 😂

13. The last sporting event you watched? oh boy I have no idea 😆

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? Just the regular popcorn :)

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? a friend called Thalia

16. Ever go camping? no! and I don’t want to 😆

17. Do you take vitamins? No! Is it important? I discovered I have low vitamin D(what’s weird because I live in a very hot place) but I really don’t care 😂

18. Do you go to church every Sunday? No!

19. Do you have a tan? No! But if I spend 5 min outside I get a tan

20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza? Yes! I don’t really like pizza. I mean I eat it, but I don’t like oizza very much : /

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?I don’t drink soda

22. What color socks do you usually wear? white and blue. Sometimes pink.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Sometimes 😂😂

24. What terrifies you? Loose my afternoon job, get ignored by people I care.

25. Look to your left, what do you see? My cellphone on my bed

26. What chore do you hate most? Cleaning the bathroom

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? I think it’s cool!

28. What’s your favorite soda? I don’t drink soda! It hurts my tummy😂

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive? I also don’t eat fast food☹

30. What is your favourite number? 4

31. Who’s the last person you talked to? My friend Thalia by wahtsapp message

32. Favourite cut of beef? I don’t like beef

33. Last song you listened to? The blackest day - Lana del Rey

34. Last book you read? Miss Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

35. Favourite day of the week? Saturday

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? no :(

37. How do you like your coffee? I think I drink any type of coffee but I’d rather the expresso one

38. Favourite pair of shoes? my black flat shoes

39. The time you normally get up? 6:00 a.m

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunrise!

41. How many blankets on your bed? one

42. Describe your kitchen plates. round, blue

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment? A mess because my mother was there.

44. Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? Caipirinha 😁

45. Do you play cards? Does uno count??

46. What colour is your car? Bronze

47. Can you change a tyre? No, but I want to learn!

48. Your favourite state? I don’t know : /

49. Favourite job you’ve had? I really like my afternoon job... The kids and teens are amazing! I’m teaching online classes but it’s not the same thing.

50. How did you get your biggest scar? A surgery in both my feet years ago.

I’m tagging: @itskarolmorenomonzolilo @my-dumbshit @acdeaky @ironmanstarks @seven-seas-of-ham-on-rhye @get-on-your-bikes-and-ride

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garethlove1 · 7 years ago

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GDMM106 Developing Graphic Concepts

This is my research report into book production methods, I will be exploring different binding techniques and materials used as well as investigating different print processes.

A brief history of books!

Books communicate an idea, Document a process or record historic moments throughout time, they have been used as an instrumental recording practice across all forms of each great civilisation known too man, different types of cultures such as religion, science and all manner of making practices have been recorded to quench the thirst for information!

The first materials for written documentation were beech, Bark and Bamboo it was not until the Mesopotamian culture used cuneiform tablets that were made from clay.

In Ancient Egypt they recorded written documentation on scrolls that were made from the Paryus Plant, these scrolls could be anything up too 14-52 feet in length and were clunky as you needed to hands too read them, also the longevity of these scrolls would crack and disintegrate.

The Romans created the Codex, This was the first recognisable book form as this had covers made from wood which protected the precious pages inside.

Pages made from animal skin (Vellum) was durable and lasted a long time, the codex was the first to contain an index of contents.

The first form of print was invented by the Chinese, all books since then had been hand written this was a laborious task which took time.

The Diamond Sita was a book that was printed using individual letters and shapes made out clay blocks this was revolutionary as you could save time by re arranging the letters, However the clay moulds began too crumble over time.

Koreans used bronze moulds which was a sturdier material

The Gutenberg Printing Press which was invented by Johannes Gutenberg in 1460 was a methodical printing press which gave mass communication to everyone, Before books had been an expensive luxury only for the rich but with the printing press literacy began to flourish and reference books like dictionaries became popular.

Pamphlets became popular and allowed people too share and talk about new ideas these also paved the way for newspapers and magazines!

Modern Printing opened the world up even more too affordable books as some books were still sewn together in binderies which the revolution of glued binding and with Penguin publishing selling there first Paperback in the 1930′s this was dispatched and sold in busy transport hubs for the same price as a pack of ciggarettes!

The Evolution Of Book Cover Design

Medieval manuscripts are one of the first book cover designs we see, These manuscripts are usually heavily decorated with Gold and Silver usually encrusted with jewels.

Front cover, Lindau Gospels, c. 875.

Back cover, Lindau Gospels, c. late eighth century.

The Mamluk binding, commissioned by the Amir, Aytmish Al-Bajasi in Cairo in the eighth century, Front Cover on the Quran with intricate Geometric shapes embossed with gold

For hundreds of years these covers served as protection for the pages and are an expensive mark of respect for the cultural authority they represent.

It was not until the 1820′s that book cover design was seen as something to represent the text of the book, this was made easier by the mechanical revolution of steam powered printing which made books more affordable thus being able too experiment with applying techniques of colour Lithography and half tone illustration processes.

19th century Poster-Artists started too infiltrate book design as did the professional practice of graphic design, Book covers became something more than just protection for pages it was seen as a necessary advertisement for communicating the idea of the book.

This is seen in Charles Dickens monthly editions of literature that were printed and distributed in a serialised form of twenty monthly issues, These little notable green sleeved front covers with hand drawn illustrations where made available so that the middle class could acquire these editions and spread the cost instead of purchasing the full edition.

Another series of books that started too influence the necessity of book cover design was the ‘The Yellow Book’ which was published in April 1894, The striking cover illustrated by Aubrey Beardsley featured some of his recognisable and distinctive style of form and flattened perspective this coupled with his bold use of black space with yellow was a striking and noticeable.

Sadly for the time these covers were not received well as The Times commented 'repulsiveness and insolence' of the first cover and went on to describe it as 'a combination of English rowdyism and French lubricity'

in 1902 book covers made there way into children's fiction as seen in Mr Kipling's Just So Stories

In 1911 There became a new commercial turn! Publishers became convinced that the jacket was every bit as important too advertise the book, as one publisher said "convinced that a book, like a woman, is none the worse, but rather the better, for having a good dressmaker”

This was the beginning of commercial illustrations being used too explain the contents of the book, In the 1920′s advertising and packaging design became prominent due too the economic boom in the US and with the rise of new artists this made the commercial art possible.

Publishers started taking the reigns on cover design with little or no reference too the author, In some rare cases illustrations from Authors did make there way onto the market authors like J.R.R Tolkien The Hobbit was a stylised illustration with runic type suited this other worldly book that Tolkien designed himself.

This simple illustration perfectly reflects the immense journey that is ahead with all the while drawing your attention too ‘The Lonely Mountain’ in the middle

this is also seen in other cases in ‘To the Lighthouse’ by Virginia Woolf this cover was designed by her sister Vanessa Bell

This Archetypal Column of light with the waves crashing around it is a window into the book playing on the different perspectives of the themes

The next big thing was the colour coded book designs that penguin issued in 1935, These paperback books where an instant hit as Penguin had established simple system for different genres orange for fiction blue for biography green for crime, these little books opened up literature for people of all classes and were sold at many busy transport links around the country.

By today's standards these cover designs look very austere and quite boring simple typography with soft engravings clearly show the attitude of irrelevance too illustrative book design, This could also be due too the fact that British audiences were not used too such invasive advertising

1984 by George Orwell (American edition)

Here we see a prime example of 1984 by George Orwell this was the American version that was published, We see the cover has been over sexualised and is mis leading the representation of the book.

In 1939 Christopher Isherwoods - Goodbye To Berlin featured a Photograph of a Berlin park from above, This was encapsulating the narrative ‘I am a Camera’

By the 1960′s Photography was a widespread practice in cover design, Alan Aldridge cover design was always tasteful photos of womens torso’s disapearing into shadow was always sexy but restrained.

his works generally were always used for exploring the narratives for sexual passions.

The cover for ‘Girls in their married bliss’ Published by Hogarth Press

Alan Aldridge decided to poke fun at Penguins distaste for illustrative and also photographic design by placing the penguin logo too the right as if showing embarrassment of the nubile young woman.

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MAKE ME ADMIT STUFF ask: 6, 9, 10, 12, 17, 22, 23, 26, 30, 35, 48, 49, 50, 53, 54, 55, 57, 60, 61, 62, 64, 65, 66, 73, 74, 75, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 87, 89, 90, 91, and 92.

6. What are you excited for?

This semester being over! LOL I don’t think I’ve ever had a more stressful courseload.

9. Is confidence cute?

Cute? No, that’s the wrong word. It is very attractive. Confidence isn’t arrogance though, and also means being able to admit you’re wrong and uncertain. I think over all, I just like strength of character. People who stand for something.

10. What is the last beverage you had?

Apple juice. I was hypoglycemic.

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

No. I don’t like them, actually.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

My best friend, but my mom comes a pretty close second.

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

Absolutely. Sounds awesome.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

No. They’re not the same colour as my mom’s either!

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

Yes.

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

Hmmm….Depends on the definition. I don’t believe people should get of scot-free, (oh, give them a chance!), if they do something deliberately wrong, but I do believe in forgiveness and redemption, for anyone, no matter how hard it might be.

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

Sometimes, but typically only to doodle with.

48. Do you sing in the shower?

I don’t think so, but I believe I hum sometimes.

49. Do you dance in the car?

No. I don’t think I’ve ever done that.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

Yep! Actually I went threw a phase where I made several of my own. They weren’t brilliant, but they worked.

53. Is Christmas stressful?

No, not usually, I love Christmas, but I did have a few stressful ones after my dad died.

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

Given that I don’t know what that is…I don’t know.

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

Blueberry.

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

I’m not sure. It depends on how you define ghost, I guess. My mom saw her mom come to see her after she passed away. I saw my dad at his funeral. He looked radiant. When my grandmother dies this happened:

She and my grandfather used to argue about to keep the basement door open or closed. She liked it closed; he liked it open. After she passed away, he opened it, and it closed. He opened it again; it closed again. It kept happening. Nothing like this had ever happened before. He couldn’t find an explanation. Finally, he said, Ruth, it’s okay, you can go now. He opened the door again. It stayed open.

Also, right before she died, my dad was at home; my grandmother was in the hospital, and he heard her say goodbye to him. Then they got the phone call so…

I believe in something. Maybe not permanent ghosts, but people crossing the barrier after death, saying goodbye. I’ve got tons of other personal anecdotes like this.

60. Wear slippers?

Hate them. I never wear them. I don’t like shoes in general to be honest. I’d go barefoot if I could.

61. Wear a bath robe?

A lot. Very convenient those things.

62. What do you wear to bed?

Absolutely nothing, unless I’m on my period.

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

Walmart, I supposed, but only because I don’t know anything about the other two options. I never shop there.

65. Nike or Adidas?

Neither. I don’t care. Whichever is the most comfortable.

66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

Cheetos.

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

Yes. It was at my elementary school graduation of all places.

74. What is your favorite book?

The Harvest by Gene Stratton-Porter. I think a close second would be Captain’s Courageous by Rudyard Kipling though.

75. Do you study better with or without music?

Without.

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

Cold, but I rarely drink tea.

81. Tea or coffee?

Tea. I hate coffee.

82. Favorite type of cookie?

I’m not sure I have one. Cinnamon? Maybe?

83. Can you swim well?

I’m pretty good.

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Easily.

85. Are you patient?

I’m not sure. I can be. I didn’t used to be, but I think I’ve learned to be. It really depends on context.

87. Ever won a contest?

Yes. I got gold in a Taekwondo tournament. I was Top Sailor in a summer sailing program. I came in first place in the races too.

89. Which are better black or green olives?

Black olives.

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

I sat on this ask a lot trying to figure out how best to articulate how I felt. Where do I start? I eventually threw the towel in and decided to go with the flow. I’m Christian, specifically Catholic, and I don’t believe in sex before marriage. This wasn’t something I just accepted mindlessly though. Yes, it seemed to be God’s will, but I was curious about the “why?” This curiosity was heightened by people saying that that was only because they didn’t have contraception back then, so people had to be more careful. We’ve had the sexual revolution now; women aren’t so oppressed. I decided to think about it; do some research.

So if sex is not limited to marriage, then why must it be limited to marriage? If you can have one-night stands, or friends with benefits, and it’s all about what feels good to you, then why monogamy after marriage? Unless you just really like having sex with them, but marriage is more than sex. If you follow these thoughts through to conclusion, why marry at all? Why have one exclusive sexual partner? Where do you draw the line? Who knows? Maybe that’s why there’s a correlation between adultery and contraception. What makes marriage special from any other relationship? I was already certain that marriage was a good thing. I think it’s been pretty well established that stable relationships are good for people, and that divorce hurts. It was pretty easy to convince me that sex should not be casual. Sex was for whom you would share your life with, maybe even raise children with. If it’s just casual and fun, how is it suddenly special when you marry? You’ve “done it” with loads of other people.

But what about if you’re dating? Engaged? Serious? What if it’s only ever with one person at a time? What about then? People would talk bout cohabitation, and say it would decrease divorce. I wondered: does it? I did my research, and it turns out that people who cohabit before marriage are more likely to get divorced then those who don’t. There is some speculations that age mattes in that estimation too, but it did seem clear that not-waiting does nothing to help decrease divorce. Still, if you don’t believe in divorce, and would work at your marriage why does that matter? I eventually came to two conclusions. It’s because waiting makes you more careful about your partner, and it helps avoid the issue of children until you’re ready.

In regard to it making you more careful, let’s go back to cohabitation. You’ve had multiple partners at this point. Maybe you had sex in High School, but you’ve definitely had it in university. You get out in the real world, and struggle to find a meaningful relationship, eventually you start dating, you start staying over, you say why pay the rent in two places instead of one?, and you move in together. Eventually, people start to ask when you’ll get married. You say; well, why not? The sex isn’t bad, we get along alright, why not? It’s certainly not worth the hassle of a break up. You get married. You slip into it, and it’s not very deliberate. It’s convenient. If you wait though, you are going to be deliberate. Your spouse is going to have the honour of knowing that what they’re getting, no one else has ever received, and you are not going to “slip” into marriage. It’s going to be deliberate. You’ll put a lot of thought into it. There is evidence to suggest that “virgin marriage” are the ones least likely to end in divorce, a part of that may because those who wait are more religious, typically, than those who don’t. However, the data did also seem to indicate that that was not the only reason. Waiting for marriage, seems to do the marriage good. I don’t find that difficult to imagine.

The second thing about children is that no contraceptive is 100% effective. Woman who contracept for 10 years straight have something like a 70% chance of an unplanned pregnancy. If you have sex, you risk having a child. If you aren’t willing to have a child with someone, you shouldn’t be having sex with them. It’s not fair that a man can causally have sex with someone, leave, and the woman be left in the lurch. Even if she has an abortion, (which I think is tragic), it’s still deeply unfair to her and the unborn child. If both couples abstain, these scenarios can be avoided. It’s also egalitarian. Moreover, it takes discipline not to give in to desire. Discipline and self-sacrifice are necessary things fro a marriage. Waiting to have sex forces you to talk about things you might otherwise forget in the heat of passion. As a woman, I am fertile, and I’m not going to pump my body full of hormones causing unpleasant side-effects, reduces sex drive (lol), and is also carcinogenic. No, thank you. I want a man to respect all of me. That includes my fertility. He needs to respect that I have the capacity to carry a child. I am a human being, not purely a vessel to satisfy his sexual needs. He needs to respect me as much as I do him. We both need to sacrifice. Waiting is good training for a good marriage. It like that saying “You wouldn’t buy car without taking it out for a test ride; why would you do that with your marriage?” How insulting! I am more than a car that you pay for and want your money’s worth from. Marriage is more than that. It is two people loving and supporting and sacrificing for each other, because they chose each other.

I could say more on the subject, but I’m sure that’ll do. Suffice it so say I did a looot of research on this subject, and various related ones, and these are the conclusions I have come to.

91. Best room for a fireplace?

Hmmm…Living room or den. Ideally, every room. I hate the cold.

92. Do you want to get married?

Yes. I really want to get married someday. I want to be in love, and have a partner in life, but more than that, if I’m being honest, i want kids. I really, really want kids.

#sakura-soldier #thanks for the ask

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Hotaru and Ruza cause they have cool names and I want to know more

that is excellentreasoning op

note of transparency: im making up half thisinfo on the spot bc me? developing my ocs??? not likely so im like sweating athow much i dont know about my own characters whoops and all this has the potential to changein the future lmao jflkdsajfldsa but THANK u for asking about my babeys all the same

ANYWAY

(here’s a cut, rip mobile users)

Hotaru

Full Name: HotaruKipling

Gender and Sexuality: female, bi

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: Japanese/English, human

Birthplace and Birthdate: Seattle area? cries um, February 7 (aquarius)

Guilty Pleasures: paying money for mobile game bonuses, rom-coms

Phobias: eelsand natural disasters

What They Would Be Famous For: some kind of gaming record most likely

What They Would Get Arrested For: probably hacking into government records forsomething super trivial

OC You Ship Them With: she’s sable’s gf!

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: matthieu probably bc he’s tired and hotaru isbouncy (except they dont exist in the same universe, most of my ocs dont–but matthieu doesn’t warm up to many people anyway)

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: sci-fi and rom-coms

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: slice-of-life high school dramas

Talents and/or Powers: she’s good with computers/tech and loving her gf

Why Someone Might Love Them: passionate, authentic, super intelligent butsometimes oblivious, in a cute way, like if she’s hyperfocused on something else

Why Someone Might Hate Them: hyper, impulsive, stubborn

How They Change: learning to think ahead and prioritize, learning to be morepatient

Why You Love Them: lowkey i just made her bc i wanted to draw someone withher hairstyle lol, but she’s earnest and caring and fun and bold like i wanna be tbh

Ruza

Full Name: doesn’t have one??? i mean ruza is it i think but that might change lmao

Gender and Sexuality: male, uhhh i guess pan??? they wouldnt rly label themselves like that in the universe he’s in, but regardless it’s not something he’s rly had experience with??? but he loves isaac and that’s all that rly matters

Pronouns: he/him

Ethnicity/Species: he’s from a fantasy universe i’m working on but he comes from like rogue nomadic clan of werewolves

Birthplace and Birthdate: somewhere in the desert lol, march 11 (maybe just “spring” depending on how i do time in this universe?) (pisces)

Guilty Pleasures: long, long walks–so long he loses track of time (preferably with isaac but he’ll go alone sometimes too)

Phobias: himself and his past tbh, my angsty boy :^(

What They Would Be Famous For: breaking up/exposing the underground werewolf fight ring he’s been a prisoner of and freeing his fellow captives

What They Would Get Arrested For: fighting anyone who would try to hurt isaac

OC You Ship Them With: he and isaac are so in love!!! (op u happened to pick the two ocs who have “canon” partners lol)

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: oh man uhhh i’m gonna say sable oddly but probably only as a means of self-defense if that happened to be the case??? they’re not in the same universe but if they were i could see sable being a hunter of some sort who might have prejudice against werewolves…now im getting ideas…. lol i digress

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: ruza would probably be into like art nouveau lol he’s so deep he’d enjoy the abstract, symbolic stuff and take it all in earnest

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: he would hate horror/gore stuff it’d be super triggering to him

Talents and/or Powers: him werewolf??? and uhh he can draw/paint i’ve just now decided he’s very artistic

Why Someone Might Love Them: selfless, old-soul, thoughtful and loving in the deepest ways, big big big heart (just never sure how to use it)

Why Someone Might Hate Them: uh prejudice ig being a werewolf, self-sacrificing, over-protective, his disdain for himself can be hard to be patient with sometimes

How They Change: once his fight for survival stops being a physical fight, he has to learn like how to fight the metaphorical demons and live for the right reasons, he’s healing and that changes anyone tbh–isaac helps with a lot of that

Why You Love Them: ruza is such a gold-hearted lost boy, he’s gentle and confused and scared but he’s learning to be brave for the right reasons

#sorry this isnt super detailed???#i tried i rly do love my ocs i just never spend time on them lmao cries #redotter #asks #oc #hotaru #ruza #thank u!!!!#ask game #i would have posted this sooner but we lost power for a bit oof

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Kinktober | Wanna Trade?

Requested by @arcanecadenza

Can’t get enough of Asra in formalwear. This was so fun! Thank you, Sabina 💖💖💖

GN!Asra

CW: Overstimulation

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Asra arrives home very late one evening. Kipling sits cross-legged at their coffee table at the base of the couch, wrapping up the books on her clients. She didn’t expect for her work to go on for this long, but it’s over now and all she wants to do is curl up with her journal and write down some nonsensical love poems.

It would appear, however, that Asra has different plans for them that night.

“A date, Asra? The sun has already set.”

Asra draped two collections of rich fabrics over the back of the sofa. He said with a playful roll of his lavender eyes, “Which means that we can have even more fun than we would during the day. Come on, Kip.”

The gardener crossed her arms and huffed, “Can someone please tell me how I fell in love with such a night owl?” But she didn’t argue any further. Asra was right. It had been ages since they’d gone on a date. As much as Kipling couldn’t get enough of curling up and snuggling with her magician, she was also fond of getting dressed up for him and showing each other off. Thankfully, Nadia had done the part that Kipling wasn’t fond of. Selecting and tailoring their wardrobe.

Asra and Kipling disrobed right there in the living room, lending each other a hand as they put on the expensive formalwear. Asra’s suit fit his slender body like a glove. The texture was velvet and deep magenta in color. The white buttoned shirt underneath was crisp and meant to be worn without a bow or tie.

After giving him a shameless once over, Kipling stepped up and freed one last button from his collar, revealing his jeweled necklace against his tanned chest. Kip gave the hollow of his throat a kiss before stepping back.

“That’s much better.”

Then she looked down at her own attire and groaned. “How many times have I told Nadia that I cannot do plunging necklines?”

Kipling thought the gown was gorgeous and suited to her tastes if not for the exaggerated cleavage. One wrong move and her breasts would tumble out like two rebel loaves of bread.

Asra hummed his approval, which only aggravated Kipling further. “I don’t really see a problem here.”

Kipling gripped the lapels of Asra’s blazer as he fed a hand inside the v-cut of her dress. She closed her eyes and fought to hold back sounds of satisfaction as Asra brushed his thumb over her pierced nipple.

“See?” she managed to say between shuddered breaths. “When it’s just you and I, it’s perfect. But I can’t wear this outside.”

Asra was already ducking his head, leaving fresh kisses past her neckline. His fluffy white crown tickled the underside of her chin.

“Do you want to trade?”

The thought of Asra taking her out in this gown while she put on his suit was exciting for several reasons. Kipling bit her lip as she took advantage of Asra’s distraction to gaze at the way the suit cinched and hugged his limbs.

“Uh..Kip?” Asra mumbled between her breasts.

Kipling cleared her throat and blinked. “Yes! Let’s trade.”

She started to shrug out of her dress, but Asra stopped her. “Wait, Kip, not so fast. Let me help you.”

Asra’s idea of this really meant he wanted more time to kiss, lick, and play with her breasts. As delightful as that was, Kipling wanted to make herself useful.

“I should be helping you too,” she murmured against his nest of white curls.

Asra stood up straight and kissed her full on the mouth. Chuckling, he said, “Kip, we both know you’re no good at multitasking.” Swift and efficient, he peeled the rest of her dress off. It fell and gathered around her ankles.

Kip was done with all the teasing. Before Asra could go any further, she took up the lapels of his blazer and gently pushed him over the armrest of the couch. Asra laughed as he scooted backwards and Kipling, now completely bare, crawled on top. She managed to relieve him of the velvety, magenta jacket. It felt so luxurious in her hands that she couldn’t bear to cast it to the floor.

So she put it on instead. The silk lining felt like heaven against her spine. She didn’t miss how Asra’s eyes observed with approval. Like a spell that she had no chance of breaking, his hooded gaze partly shielded by his snowy bangs made something shift inside Kipling. She edged backwards so she could undo his pants.

Asra noted with a smirk, “You’re going out of order.”

Kipling only leaned forward long enough to silence him with a rough kiss. “I know what I’m doing.”

Then she got back to it, freeing Asra’s belt and working his expensive pants just past his knees. Before touching anything else, Kipling made eye contact and said, “How do you want me tonight?”

Asra took in Kipling’s form, straddling him, naked except for his unbuttoned blazer. Knowing that she had worked all day and yet still looked as if she had another important job to do – fucking him senseless, he hoped and prayed.

Asra swallowed. “I want you… on my face.”

Kipling held his gaze, admiring the blush growing just under his lavender eyes. Aware of the tingling between her legs, she whispered, “I think we can arrange that.”

She started to move, but Asra gripped her thighs. “Hold on. I wasn’t finished.”

Kipling paused and tilted her head, waiting for her partner to clarify.

He exhaled, drawing his hands up her strong legs and taking handfuls of her ass.

“Kipling,” he dug his nails into the more sensitive parts of her flesh, “I want you on my face while I’m... inside yours.”

Kipling closed her eyes, savoring the strangely poetic diction of Asra’s request as heat spiked up her neck. But there was no time for her to grab her journal and jot it down. She needed to stop wasting her excitement by dripping all over his shirt and get into position.

Kipling did just that while Asra got more comfortable. He guided her by the hips until she was above his blushing face. Kipling could feel her core blooming for him. Asra, impatient now, began nuzzling her soft, soaking flesh, using his nose to further spread apart her labia.

Kipling moaned as she sank forward against Asra’s torso. She tucked her knees so she could keep her hips arched enough for him to comfortably eat her pussy. The initial contact of his tongue made Kipling roll her face into his trail of alabaster tufts and moan softly. Eyes still closed, lips parted, she knew it when she found him. The flavor of Asra was impossible to miss. He groaned into her pussy and lost control of his hips for half a second. But his impatience and eagerness only excited her.

It was difficult, trying to concentrate on bringing Asra to his limit without surrendering to the pressure to come herself. Kipling felt her hips twitch in defiance, wanting to squirm and yet deepen her seat. Her lips were swollen with loving Asra, her face shiny from where he had already come for her.

The sweat between them kept building, worrying Kip that she had ruined his new, expensive blazer. The guilt spread when she saw that she had dampened his shirt from lying on top of him for so long.

Asra gasped from behind, “Kipling, don’t stop.”

She glanced back. “I’m not. Just catching my breath.” The sight of the muscles in his jaw flexing with all his efforts reinvigorated her. When he pulled back, she saw his lips swollen and glistening.

“Please make me come again.”

The plain desperation in Asra’s voice made sparks go off inside of Kip. She didn’t know what it was about the way Asra begged in the bedroom. Most of the time it was unsolicited, which often caught her off guard.

Asra groaned louder. “Kip, please! Your mouth. Your tongue – I need them now.” He suckled at her labia before planting a tender kiss just shy off her asshole.

It was enough to send Kipling over the edge. She sucked her magician dry. He did the same for her, but it took her a little longer to come than him. Kipling sat upright when she felt the pressure building too much to stay lying down.

Kip licked the remnants of Asra second or third cum off her lips as she arched her back, made a fist in the crown of his curls, and properly fucked his face while she reached her apex.

When she bucked for the last time, she relaxed her thighs and exhaled. Snug and uncomfortable with sweat, Kipling couldn’t wait to get out the blazer. But she gasped at the sharp, sudden fire in her breast. Kipling looked down to see Asra’s hand pinching and twisting her right nipple counter-clockwise.

“Nuh-uh. The blazer stays on.”

Kipling was covered in perspiration and gasping off the flash of pain when Asra started moaning back against her labia. Even though she was swollen and exhausted down there, he gathered her pussy between his teeth and nipped a little harder than expected.

Kipling bucked. “Asra!”

She felt her pussy practically choke on the vibrations as he mumbled into it. “Do you want me to stop?”

Kipling was tired, overwhelmed with sensation, but… she wanted Asra. She always wanted Asra and would never stop craving him.

“Don’t stop,” she sighed, sinking her hips again despite the cry between her legs. But the discomfort only lasted a moment before she was ripe with desire and close to bursting again.

Bearing down on Asra’s thighs and losing control of her senses, Kipling whimpered, “Asra-asra-asra-uh-mmm—” as he teased and punished her nipples while using his mouth to bring her to another messy climax.

Later, when they were leaving the shop and sporting each other’s outfits, they mused about where the night would take them. To no one’s surprise, Nadia ordered a carriage to ride them around Vesuvia. After they got nice and comfortable inside, Asra leaned and nuzzled against Kipling’s temple. She closed her eyes and sighed against the sweep of his tassels.

Asra whispered, “In all honesty, I don’t care where we go or what we do as long as you can make me beg like that again before the night is over.”

Kipling’s hand found the slit in Asra’s dress. She kissed him, letting her other hand coast up his uncovered chest. She wondered how many moans she could get out of him before the carriage stopped. How close could they get to the edge of the cloud they were on just moments ago, caught between floating off together and falling fast and hard?

#wardrobe swapping with asra #is kipling's lifelong pursuit #kipling the apprentice #arcanakt #asra x kipling #lemon #formalwear #cw: overstimulation #spicy

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unholyhelbiglinked · 7 years ago

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Serpent | Chapter Six

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The chair groaned under Chloe’s weight, her fingers tracing the crystal glass that was filled with nothing more but a buttery alcohol. It was amber against the morning sun, the flute fragile just like her father’s massive ego. Though, she wasn’t one to object to breakfast outside of the school’s massive stone walls.

She pressed her metal edged fork into the soft middle of the waffles that she had ordered. It cut through them easily enough, it’s fluffy exterior crumbling under the added weight- syrup bubbling over the sides as the sweet scent filled her lungs.

“Is this okay for you?” Warren asked, his words muffled as he stared down at the eggs in front of him, dragging a bereted edge of the knife that sliced easily through the yolk- it’s own contents spilling over a porcelain plate.

“It’s perfect,” Chloe cocked her head to the side, scratching the back of her neck as she lifted her gaze to her fathers. “What’s the occasion?”

“There needs to be an occasion to take you out to breakfast?”

“Mm,” She hummed, raising the glass to her lips as she downed at least half of the champagne that she despised the taste of in the first place. The bubbles burned and prodded at her throat, but she ignored them. “I heard you and mom talking the other day. You two doubt me?”

He cleared his throat, letting his fork fall softly on the edge of the plate, running his fingers against the edge of the knit napkin. His eyes were such a deep silver, a silver that was jarring, but kind in a way. The man had his lenient moments, but never any that would show during school hours.

“No, Chlo.” He shook his head “You haven’t failed us for years, but darling, you must understand, Beca Mitchell is a distraction.”

“Beca Mitchell is onto us.” Chloe pointed the end of her fork towards her father accusingly. “She’s smart, dad. Smarter than people give her credit for, you know?”

He let out a thick sigh, drawing his own mug of coffee to his lips. It burned his tongue, the molten liquid hot and unforgiving. He blinked the pain away continuing to stare at his daughter with nothing more than amusement.

“Your mother… she won’t be very amused with your sudden infatuation. I was just doing a favor for her father, Chloe. She’s not bloodline.”

“Neither was Aubrey.” The ginger cringed away from her food, not feeling so hungry anymore, quickly remembering how much pain she had put her friend through. Even if it wasn’t intentional.

“Aubrey Posen is a natural born leader.” He spoke smoothly “Beca Mitchell is an alternative girl with ear monstrosities and tattoos.”

Chloe fought off the urge to scoff. She technically had tattoos too- although, her father would chalk them up to an ancient prophecy and the fact that it was a mark of pride and not one of drunken mess. She subconsciously ran her fingers over the edge of her shirt but didn’t catch her father's attention with the slight movement.

“Listen,” Chloe adjusted her position in her seat “I promise I will keep a better eye on the legacy. Just… just let me keep an eye on Beca too. The last thing we need is some headstrong music major running things for us. It’s an insurance plan.”

“An insurance plan?” He sounded out the words carefully.

She cocked her head to the side, lifting her eyebrow at her father. Her mother wouldn’t e so easy to convince. She was a traditionalist- someone who cared only about the old texts and rules that her whole entire family had to keep up.

“She won’t find out about us,” She smiled simply “And neither will Emily.”

The locker slammed loudly against Beca’s ears, her stormy eyes flashing towards whoever had pushed it closed. It had garnered a couple of stares from across the small hallway- but once they caught a glimpse of Chloe Beale they averted their gazes.

Emily Junk was shifting uncomfortably behind the ginger, her hands tucked around a textbook as she gave a sheepish smile towards a few onlooking students, getting a knowing look back. The hallway returning to its normal buzz as Beca parted her lips slightly as she turned a bit towards the girl who looped her fingers around the knot she had tied around her neck.

“That’s a bit aggressive, isn’t it?” She said teasingly, clenching her jaw as she nodded softly at Emily, catching the deep caramel gaze. “Hi, Emily.”

“Hi, Beca.” She chirped, shoving her hands into her pockets. It was clear that the girl had been forcefully dragged along on this adventure- whatever this adventure was. Either way, she had a fake smile plastered on her features, one that only Beca seemed to catch onto. Chloe cleared her throat, drawing attention back to her.

“Something you need, Kaa?” She cocked an eyebrow, the hint of a smirk on her lips.

“Beale, actually.” The redhead snipped.

“Oh, I know.” Beca nodded with exaggeration. Of course, she knew, the words above the auditorium were in a deep gold lettering; a lettering that showed who had donated funds towards the school. The only other one she caught a glance of was the Junk wing- something Emily’s family had undoubtedly donated themselves. Beca just didn’t know why the prestigious alum of this boarding school gave her the time of day.

“Then why-“Chloe started to speak before Emily cut her off.

“The Jungle Book,” Emily spoke hastily, “Rudyard Kipling wrote the character of Kaa as an Indian python, but he really was parallel to the snake from the Garden of Eden.”

“Oh,” Beca said bemusedly “You mean the one that ushered in all of the sins of the world?”

“Technically, the woman who sunk her teeth into that Apple changed the world,” Chloe said with a bit of growl in her voice. It was seductive and velvety. “Not the one who offered it to her.”

“Troche.” The squinted her eyes, running the pads of her fingers over the chilled metal locker edge. Her mouth was dry, tired from the long day of classes. Everyone had such high standards here- and for some unknown reason, the brunette felt immense pressure to actually try her best at this place. Not only because her father pulled some strings, but because she wanted to do better for herself, though, she would never admit it. “What’s up, Chloe?” She cut her losses.

“You two are fairly new here,” She started out, forgetting the heavy ridge in the air. “That’s why you’re coming to the Kappa Theta party.”

“I thought there weren’t any frats here?” Emily asked, hugging her textbooks closer to her chest.

“Oh, there aren’t, but this town is tiny and we’re not the only college. So we’re going to blow off a little steam.”

Beca drew in a large breath, pressing her back against the locker. It was cold, even through the stuffy uniform that was so easily tucked into her jeans- the belt digging roughly into the edge of her stomach. She had grown used to it. Had learned to ignore it. “I don’t know, it’s a Wednesday.”

“Come on!” Chloe barked out a laugh, one that was a treat for the ears. It was devoid of sarcasm for once. “I expected some resistance from Emily over here, but not the girl with a criminal record.”

“Should I be offended?” Emily grumbled out.

Beca nodded thoughtfully “You should be.”

“This isn’t up for discussion, you two.” Chloe pointed a finger at the both of them, her voice taking on a deep and possessive nature. “We’re going to that party, and you’re going to have fun.”

#Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #Bechloe #bechloe fic rec #supernatural

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theklancecollection · 8 years ago

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Hi do you know of any fics where either Keith or Lance are trans boys?

Hey there Anon!

These fics are in the collection, and ones that I have read myself:

Trans!Lance:

In English, Please - Anonymous

Word Count: 4, 943

Summary: Lance thinks he can get away with flirting with Keith if it’s in Spanish. Lance thinks if he says the words angrily enough no one will catch on to the ruse. Lance thinks his secret crush is safe. Lance, my friends, is very…very wrong.

Trans!Keith:

We’re Still Good - Qpenguin98

Word Count: 1, 913

Summary: He can feel Lance’s heartbeat, warm through the leather of his gloves.

It’s very quiet, for once Lance has nothing to say.

Below the cut are 41 fics that have been categorized into trans!keith, trans!lance, and trans!keith & trans!lance. Just so you know I haven’t read them myself, so read them at your own discretion:

Trans!Keith:

This love won't ever be convenient - Lynn1998

Word Count: 78, 078

Summary: *Complicated by Avril Lavigne plays in the distance*

I'll Never Be Her - Zirijava

Word Count: 4, 202

Summary: Kat’s life is amazing. She has wonderful friends, an equally wonderful, but albeit weird, boyfriend Lance and a scholarship to the college of her dreams! But what would Lance say when Kat tells him that his girlfriend is a trans boy?

Or, Kat realizes she’s maybe a boy and suddenly everything he built up comes crashing down. Will his boyfriend be okay with having a boyfriend? Kat doesn’t know yet.

Hell Week - juniperallura

Word Count: 540

Summary: For prompt: "Can you write a story about Trans Boy Keith on his period? And he has cramps but his bf(s) is helping him with it and it's adorable? It doesn't matter who the bf(s) is."

Keith gets cranky on his period, but Lance doesn't care

Girl In Drag - Zirijava

Word Count: 2, 730

Summary: ”You just want to get attention, why else would you start walking around like that?”

I sighed. ”All I ever wanted was to be myself.”

She held up her hands. ”I get that, I do. But if you don’t want the world to know, then why make it so flashy? When people look at you, they don’t see a boy. They see a girl in drag. Why don’t you just do us all a favor and be who you’re supposed to be.”

You're you, that's what matters. - ghostlyghouls

Word Count: 1, 874

Summary:Lance hears Keith crying in his room late at night and decides to find out why.

Valid - CasanovaStrider

Word Count: 1, 046

Summary: Keith is a boy. He is. Sometimes he just had a hard time believing it himself. Lance is there to help.

Rattling the Frames, (Getting Inside My Brain) - truflais

Word Count: 748

Summary: But Keith wasnt taking a chance this time. He wasnt about to ruin his only binder on a stupid whim.

No matter how many times he passed, he could still hear the voice in the back of his head.

You're not a real boy.

You're a girl.

You. Are. A. Girl.

what's better than this just guys being dudes - iamnotalizard

Word Count: 2, 205

Summary: in which keith wants to come out to lance, and does so when he feels safe and happy and not pressured

Burning Out - lumberjackwiki

Word Count: 6, 226

Summary:Keith could barely function as a human before, but now? He wasn't even human so why should he try?

Surprise, I'm a nice guy! - wholesomeklances

Word Count: 1, 363

Summary: 5 times Lance misgendered Keith + 1 time he didn't

aka5 times Lance had no idea Keith was trans + 1 time Keith actually told him

Burned but not buried - Qpengsin98 (Qpenguin98)

Word Count: 1, 495

Summary: So he stands in the men’s section with his head low, trying not to draw attention to himself.

Keith hates shopping.

teeth and all - viscrael

Word Count: 2, 668

Summary: “Do you want to kiss someone?”

Keith almost drops his Bayard.

You're Not Supposed To Care - Qpenguin98

Word Count: 2, 484

Summary: At the time, Keith had thought it was a stellar idea. Make out with the guy you like, no one suspects a thing.

Keith's Worst Enemy - wholesomeklances

Word Count: 1, 897

Summary: Keith thinks he shouldn't bother Lance with his monthly subscription to The Blood Flow™. Shiro disagrees.

this oneshot revolves around menstruation! there's no description of blood, but if the subject triggers you for any reason, don't read! <3

I'm coming out of my cage - wholesomeklances

Word Count: 1, 852

Summary: How Keith came out as a trans boy and then as a gay boy.

Periods Are a Bitch - hogwartsschoolofanime

Word Count: 951

Summary: Keith would take hours of intense fighting over this. Literally, nothing can be worse than the fucking pain in his stomach. At least Lance is there to give him soup and read Harry Potter.

In which Keith has period cramps and Lance is the best boyfriend ever.

Glass Lion Menagerie - Anonymous

Word Count: 13, 865

Summary: Keith was fragile. Keith did not like to feel fragile.

A Quarter Past Midnight - Gigapoodle

Word Count: 14, 266

Summary: When Keith found himself standing in front of a hulking blue metal lion, of all things, surrounded by a hexagonal shield like it was straight out of a straight-to-DVD sci-fi movie, he simply guffawed. If this was what the higher beings were trying to guide his hand towards, they could shove that hand up their asses.

Bitter Coffees Shouldn't Sweeten the Heart - Lisboa

Word Count: 4, 569

Summary: For Klance Secret Santa 2016 (the original prompt will be added to the notes along with the name of the amazing person who gave me this prompt on December 25th)

And that’s how he found himself groaning against his pillow as it rained cats and dogs outside, his brain running miles an hour as his heart twitched painfully on his chest. He fell for him, and he fell hard. It should not have happened like this, not when Lance – flirty little Lance who was clearly into girls and not into Keith – meant so much to him. Romance would ruin what they had, and Keith would blame himself forever if that happened.

Ten, Eight, Seven - lordbatty

Word Count: 3, 217

Summary: Ten years is a long time to try and return to a normal state of living. To Keith and Lance, being able to settle down with a family makes it easier.

I think I'm In Lesbians With You - Qpenguin98

Word Count: 2, 028

Summary: He stops laughing. “Wait what?”

“I’ve never seen Scott Pilgrim before?”

“Holy shit you have got to be kidding me. What, did you grow up in a shack?”

Lance’s face pales as Keith deadpans a “Yes.”

Pick me up, Hold me Down - Qpengsin98 (Qpenguin98)

Word Count: 3, 436

Summary: “Keith, please just- we can talk this out, just get out of the water.”

Stop. Breathe.

Where are you?

Take Time to Breathe - orphan_account

Word Count: 7, 645

Summary: Keith's been part of team voltron for a while now, and theoretically, they should all know each other's secrets. But Keith is still in the closet to all but Shiro, and his dysphoria is eating him alive. When he cracks during a mind-meld exercise, Lance makes it his personal mission to reach out to the red paladin.

If - WildWolf25

Word Count: 15, 857

Summary: If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, (“If” by Rudyard Kipling)

(How Keith and Lance met and what their lives were like before Twelve Nights)

But The Foundation Is Crumbling - Qpenguin98

Word Count: 4,145

Summary: It’s the safest space they can be in together, piled in a car, eating pizza and backwash soda. No one to give them rules, no one to make fun of but themselves, no one to try and tell them all the things wrong with them.

Tick Tock - Ididntsignupforthisshit (Oliver_Ravenwood)

Word Count: 117, 477

Summary: Keith knew that his luck probably had little to do with Paula the Bobble Head. In fact, he had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with the constantly ticking timer creeping up on his left thumb. A Soul Counter, as most called it. It was a natural phenomenon occurring in humans. In each person intended there was an ever present timer, constantly ticking down until the time where they would find their soulmate. When the timer would reach zero, a second tattoo-like marking would appear on the person’s skin – their Soul Mark. This would appear on the person’s soulmate in much the same place. Each pair’s Soul Mark was unique to just the two of them.

OR: The one where Keith was working and he found his soulmate - who just happened to be his favorite actor, Lance MotherF**king Vasquez.

What Could've Been - FaeOfStars

Word Count: 12, 927

Summary: "I hesitated to type, realizing what his last reply meant. He... liked me? I could feel my face heat up a bit more and I peered through my dark bangs to avoid letting him see the redness of my cheeks. His expression still held a hint of anxiousness, but he now wore a small smile on his face as he stared at me, waiting for me to respond. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, unknowing of what to press. Before my fingers could touch a single key, I saw letters begin to appear on the document. Lance was typing again.

'im sorry I shouldnt have said that'

Finally, my fingers moved.

'No, no. It's fine! I just... I don't know. I didn't expect that.'"

Keith was in love with Lance. Lance liked him back. It should have been simple from there, but unfortunately, life doesn't always work out the way it should.

Over My Dead Body! - VinVictory

Word Count: 38, 038

Summary: "Hey, Keith? Are you done yet?" Lance asks from behind the door. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, I'm done changing."

Out of curiosity, Keith looks over his shoulder of how Lance will enter his room. He eyes the door.

"Aaaaannnddd, you're in your boxers." Lance says.

Silence.

Sonovabish went through the door!

*Where Lance is a ghost and Keith is the only one who can hear him! :0Join Keith as he discovers the revelations and the truth behind Lance's death.

Banksy-Ass Wannabe - n00dl3Gal

Word Count: 3, 287

Summary: Lance has done many, MANY stupid things in his 19 years.

But ruining someone else's spray might be the stupidest.

ESPECIALLY if that person is his biggest rival.

(The Graffiti/Street Artist AU that no one asked for, with hints of College AND Coffee Shop AUs, because I'm a giver.)

Trans!Lance

Binder Blues - fairdeath

Word Count: 1, 273

Summary: Lance is tired. Just... tired. Five extra steps to every mission that the others don't follow – bind, cry because it fucking hurts over the blue-black bruises of the last fight, get hit a few times more than necessary, spend 20 minutes catching your breath, ignore the bruises the binder pushes at until the next fight.

keith's jacket - eyeball

Word Count: 3, 307

Summary: Keith's search for his stolen jacket is set aside when more pressing matters arise. The sobs coming from behind Lance's closed door are a bit more than worrying, so Keith lets himself in. He tries to provide all the support he can, but he can only do so much for the sniveling lump of a boy with tear-filled eyes and a refusal to explain himself.

throwing shadows - ilgaksu

Word Count: 3, 334

Summary: “Dude,” Lance says, “It’s not my fault he does this!”

“Dude,” Hunk says, and leaves it at that.

Secrets - potato_fan_girl

Word Count: 3, 567

Summary: Only half the team knew.

Contrary to their belief, Lance was actually an expert secret keeper. With a large family like his, he had to know when to keep his mouth shut. So, despite the loud, obnoxious, open persona he displayed for the others, he could also be sneaky.

So, keeping a secret on an unbelievably large castle ship with only six other people on it was easy.

Or at least, it should've been.

(AKA Lance is trans, and because of a really terrible alien, the team finds out.)

Warm Hands - darkinsanity13

Word Count: 4, 279

Summary: Something's rather literally cramping Lance's style. Keith lends him a hand or two.

Carpe Diems and Chrysanthemums - Gigapoodle

Word Count: 14, 694

Summary: Lance falls unimaginably hard for the biker boy with a black mop of hair and terrible Spanish skills. After years of rivalry, bitter acquaintanceship, and eventual friendship, the realization slaps Lance hard, hard enough to settle into his lungs and sap his life away. It's when he coughs up a petal that Lance realizes just how far gone he is.

Lance McClain decides he is going to die.

A Modern Hanahaki Disease AU.

Trans!Lance and Trans!Keith:

Shades of Purple - candyalpacas

Word Count: 2, 775

Summary: When Lance comes out to the team, he finds out something about Keith he never expected.

I Refuse to Believe in the Existence of a Universe Where I Don't Love You - wholesomeklances

Word Count: 1, 143

Summary: cute trans boyfriends talk about feelings

Just Hear Those Sleigh Bells Ringing - blumen

Word Count: 1, 752

Summary: “I spent six hours on it and pricked myself at least ten times.”

Keith felt his heart leap to his throat. It was a hideous jumper no doubt but Lance looked so proud that Keith could almost forget-Christ, was that a LED light on the nose? Keith felt like apologizing to both Rudolph and the sanctity of the Christmas spirit.

It's Your Typical, Hardcore Casual Sex - lordbatty

Word Count: 4, 395

Summary: Lance is good. Too good. Too right. Keith is too hurt to admit anything, even to himself. And it was terrifying.

#klancecollection answers #klance fic recs #trans!keith #trans!lance #voltron #klance #lance #keith #Anonymous

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freya-a-smith · 5 years ago

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Evaluation !

Since September, I have been working on the first project of my year two graphics communications course which was titled PAGE TO SCREEN. This project was about famous books that have been turned into a movie and creating artwork from them. I had to create alternative book covers and film posters for my selected theme, which was The Jungle Book.

I was pleased with my selected book/film as I knew I was going to be focusing on the audience of children. This would mean many different colours were going to be incorporated into my project and also an element of education was going to be brought in my artwork as well.

For a lot of my outcomes, I used Pinterest for inspiration as I wanted to see what had been done before so I could create unique results that would stand out.

When you look at my outcome, there are elements of the jungle throughout all of them as one of my goals was to focus on grabbing my audience's attention. A fair amount of the features were animals. The reason for this was because my target audience being children I wanted my artwork to educate them on animals that would be found in the jungle.

There was a lot of trial and error within the project as I was experimenting with different styles such as thresholding, halftoning, extra. One of the processes that helped me get over mistakes was having the pieces of artwork up on my desktop and then create the same thing again on photoshop but changing the bit that didn't look right. Still, by doing this, it allowed me to have better outcomes than the first and also made me learn a lot more, and by learning, I was able to broaden my skill base. Alongside this, there was a lot of research. Not just artist research I was researching the author of the book Rudyard Kipling and also researching about the jungle, the jungle book originated from. By doing this, it allowed me to look at colours and animals for inspiration, and by doing this, my artwork came out well.

Within my project, I created five book cover designs, and 11 movie poster designs within all these designs I was making illustrations to use on them including digital images drawn on photoshop and procreate and also hand-drawn work using pens, paint and pencils.

When I was given the jungle book, I was excited to start creating artwork. As I got into the project, I began to find it hard as I had problems that I didn't think of such as showing expressions through an animal's face and being able to create cartoon looking animals to represent the 1968 animation film but soon realized it was hard so, during my project, I decided to focus more on the real-life jungle book that was made in 2016. This made it slightly more manageable as I was able to use an image of real animals to work from and not having to create my animal from scratch.

Other issues that I had to approach was the colour pallet at the beginning of my project. I was focusing on the colours of the jungle as I wanted the colours to represent it, but then all my work started merging into one, so I decide to use a website called coolers.Co this was a colour generation site, and by using this, I was able to use unique colour pallets that made my outcomes stand out. First, I started adding different colours in slowly then completely didn't use green, and the results came out well. My final book cover design had no green on it at all, which can show progress has happened, and I have worked on targets.

The journey of the project had a high at the beginning due to my interest and excitement to create but then went downhill but soon lifted again after I had the problem solved and come up with solutions this made it run more smoothly.

With having been doing the concept and topic of page to screen the jungle book I knew it was going to be children based as I said at the beginning, I knew my aim was to make fun, unique, educational pieces of artwork. Nowadays I feel like children are more into movies as technology is overriding the classics such as books that is why I have made many different movie posters as that is what I feel children would be more drawn too now. However, there are still children who love books hence why I always focused on creating book cover but just not as many as the posters, I was still focusing on the educational bit for both of them, But mainly the book as that is something you pick up and really absorb whereas with a movie poster it is something that you look at to get an a fell of the movie and get a feel for what's to come and with my outcome, I think you can see that being portrayed.

This whole project opened my skill base hugely as I was learning new skills every day and not just the skill I was being taught. I also learnt skills about organization preparation but mainly understanding of my target audience. I feel that out of the skills I learnt from college understanding my audience and how important it is to understand and get on the same wavelength as your audience. This will give you the best outcomes as you are putting your self in there shoe's. It works well and makes you want to do more artwork as it gives you a lot of inspiration. But overall, it also helped me with this project.

Page to screen project was a project that consisted mainly of computer-based work. This included the materials of photoshop and illustrator and in my case also procreate there was also the element of practical workshops such as typography, collagraphy, screenprinting and illustrations(continuous line drawings), my favourite media that I used was probable the digital art as I like the effects and texture I was able to create, and how I was able to bring a piece of artwork alive, the only thing that wasn't as enjoyable about the digital art was having to constantly create layers, so you were able to move them around even though it helps a lot when you want to manipulate the outcome, its frustrating when you get to the end and realize its all on one layer but when that has happened, I have always been able to sort it out eventually. My favourite part of the practical workshop was probably the illustration workshop as it was a challenge having to keep the pen on the paper the whole time to create the illustrations were hard but what I drew was terrific illustrations.

With each book cover and movie poster design I had to select the right size for both of them so throughout the project this became a prosses I had to do every time I wanted to create an outcome. With the book cover, I have to prepare an a4 horizontal white page on photoshop making a 2cm gap in the middle for the spine of the book with the rulers and then with the movie poster I had to create an a3 white page on photoshop.

Another process I had to use throughout the project was looking and planning my design to do this, I went on to Pinterest and had a browsed at different book cover/posters for inspiration.

A technique that appeared in this project was animating. I had done this technique in another project before last year; this benefited me as I was able to crack on with it. The only thing that was different was the animation have a different topic/concept. Animating was an old skill to me, but I managed to learn a new skill within it which was another way of animation I learnt that you were able to create an animation without having to do the process of moving and saving this helped as it was an easier but effective way of animating.

With the current situation of COVID19, we were asked to create a blog on Tumblr this was to ensure us that our lecturers were able to see our work in case of other national lockdown and also minimizing cross-contamination of passing our journals back and forth. I really have enjoyed having tumbler as our alternative sketchbook and journal as to me look a lot nearer than my previous projects, and with my specialism being graphics communication, I can present my work in a high-quality way compared to last year, and with Tumblr, I was able to look at my blog as a whole project. I was also learning about aesthetic as you could transform your blog to link to your topic. My blog contains a lot of work, including research. The research was a big part of this project as I needed to learn about The jungle book but not just the storyline, but about the background of the jungle book, this helped me a lot as I was able to plan colour pallets layouts and general inspiration and overall enjoyable to me. It helped me with my target audience a lot. As I am on the topic of research there was research on my blog about the artist that inspired me the main artist that inspired me to do my final book cover design was Coralie Bickford smith she is an amazing illustrator for book cover designs, and I just fell in love with her work and I was able to create outcomes using inspiration from another artist that help me more with digital illustration, his name is Roy Lichtenstein he inspired me with my halftone work, and I can happily say it some of the favourite work I have created.

One of my the pieces of primary research I did was creating my own mood board using objects to help me understand the topic of the jungle book, and I used Jordan Bolton as my artist inspiration for this as I wanted to link to back to an artist.

I have really enjoyed this project of the page to screen and can happily say I am pleased with my outcome.

My outcomes are very strong and show planning, and the main thing is catered to my target audience I feel like they could be a genuine poster and book cover, but there are also some weaknesses, but the weaknesses were not with my outcome because I am happy with them it more about my blog side to the project if I was to work on something it would be delving into more artist research and even though it was hard to find an artist that inspired me I still feel like I could have done some more but still happy with what I have achieved.

With this project, I feel like was to be harsh on myself, and I did this as it made me work harder what I mean by this is when I looked at my work I reviewed it as two people one of them was saying the good thing and the other picking up on things I wanted to change, and this helped me and was an effective way of self reviewing and help me at the end with outcomes.

To me my outcome show progress as from the start of the project from the 16th of September to now you can see my work has grown and this is down to workshops such as halftone, typography workshops and these were only in the first couple of weeks on the project, and there were many more, but you can see it has helped me grown as a designer and learn, I feel the workshop that has to help me the most was the typography because it made me understand how much can be conveyed through typeface and also helped me understand how important it is.

Overall my outcome has worked well there have been displayed on my blog along with my research, other outcomes and problem-solving. The way my work has been displayed is in a unique way I have placed my book cover design onto a book, so it looks more realistic as with my poster I have made sure I have a high quilty picture and has been put onto a mock-up on to different billboards in different areas.

My whole project shows the progress of my skill and how my outcomes have been created and that is what I wanted for my blog to portray and I am excited to use the skills that I have learnt in my future project as they are very useful and I know I have a lot more knowledge on the audience and that will help me plan and create better and significant outcomes in the future.

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