#I just finally decided on an idea abstract enough that I can draw it

[lazywitchling]

“Jes, what do you have?”

A NEW PROJECT!!!

“NOOO!!!”

[bodyelectr1c]

hiii i have a request can u do austin teasing reader during events pls?

tease

reader has enough of austin’s relentless teasing

a little bit of plot, but majority is just filthy

warnings: smut, teasing, semi public, sort of sub austin? oral (m+f receiving), bathroom ‘sex,’ whiny austin, overstim. probably more but idk

thank you SO much for the request!! i hope i did it justice, but if i didn’t, feel free to ask again, and delve into the idea more, or any other requests y’all have, i’ll try to fulfill them. anyways, enjoy!

you’d been used to austin testing the limits at events; finding a darker corner to quickly paw at your boobs, or subtly brush past you and angle his hips forward in the slightest, pressing his clothed length against whatever you’d been dressed in that night; it was his way of telling you how pretty you looked, and how desperate he was to fuck you into the mattress as soon you you both got home.

the idea of being caught turned him on, without a doubt- but he knew better than to take any of his teasing to another level. his career was unimaginably important to him; it wasn’t up for compromise, and he took pride in the work he accomplished, always feeling a ripple of unabashed confidence whenever complimented by someone- especially you, on his efforts and devotion to the characters he plays,

little did you know how much the praise made him want to fuck you dumb, bury himself deep in you and beg you to tell him how good he was at it. you only took notice of this after he came almost instantly after you somehow thought to bring up a recent award show nomination of his during sex, whining about how you were so proud to have a “famous boyfriend who fucks me so good,” squirming as he drilled your pussy into the mattress.

this made you extra sure to praise him as often as you could in the days leading up to the award show. it boosted his ego in a filthy way, and you relished in the fact that your words had such an impact on him

when the day of the award show finally arrived, and you’d both made your way through a myriad of cameras and interviewers on the red carpet showering austin with compliments of the work on his nominated role. these visibly improved austin’s already ‘over the moon’ mood for the night, and they accompanied the dirty remarks you’d been purposefully making in the last few days, most recently whilst bouncing on his dick babbling about how you were “taking the cock of a hollywood star,” as his eyes rolled back in his head.

you both found yourselves sat in a relatively close proximity to the stage, the table in front of you laden with a dark cloth, which austin immediately took advantage of, putting his hand to work tracing abstract patterns on your thighs through the slit in your sleek dress. you were used to this, and he never took it farther than this, but he was relentlessly needy with all the commendation that had been thrown his way thus far in the night.

in an attempt at subtlety, he brought his hand up from its prior position, and interlocked his fingers with yours, giving you a pleading look before squeezing your hand gently to communicate his sexual desperation to you:

“please baby- please, i need it so bad,”

he whispered against the shell of your ear. you’d decided to leave him almost writhing, not because it turned you on (which it did,) but because you knew how loud he could be, and at this point, after the array of compliments he’d gotten, even touching his cock over his clothes would exude whines and groans too loud to not draw attention to you two.

after sensing that you were not going to comply, he let out a barely audible whine, before resuming his previous task, this time with more vigour, his fingers hastily made their way up your leg and circled your inner thigh. you gave him a disapproving look, but didn’t have the self control to stop him. somehow, nobody had noticed yet, but you were sure your dress looked bunched at the mid riff as he lifted it higher tasking himself with pleasing you, maybe as a reward for complying and feeding into to his recently anointed cockiness.

his fingers pushed past your already scarce underwear, moving it to the side before working his fingers around in painfully slow circles, pushing deeper into your folds progressively.

“austin, stop- fuck, we’re gonna get caught,” you feigned confidence, failing and whimpering slightly as you leaned in his direction.

he only leaned in closer, breath hot against your skin: “can’t help it baby, you’re driving me crazy.”

as he continued his pursuit, it became clear that you were finding it harder and harder to control yourself, letting out occasional hums of pleasure and bringing your hand up to your mouth in a somewhat swift motion to stifle any escaping moans.

to allow himself to get deeper inside you, austin shuffled his chair closer to yours before planting a soft kiss to the corner of your lips, which, to anyone around you, would look like a quick act of endearment. frankly- having a ‘dirty little secret’ turned you on more than you’d like to admit.

his fingers stilled when another person you were too occupied to identify walked up to the your table, commending austin for his hard work, reaching out to shake his left hand all while his right hand remained still on your thigh, glossy with your slick

“thank you,” austin replied with a laugh, voice steady despite the situation unfolding below the tablecloth. “i really appreciate it.”

after they’d walked away, you’d decided you’d had enough teasing and abruptly got up, leaving austin’s hand slapping softly against his clothed leg as he looked up at you, big blue eyes laced with confusion and clouded with lust. he didn’t bother questioning as you mindlessly dragged him to the closest bathroom, figuring you both had enough time before anyone noticed you were gone

“baby, you look so divine i can’t keep my hands off you,” -austin practically melted against your body as he closed the door behind you both, locking it swiftly. he raked your dress up, making sure your skin was always touching in one way or another, hands desperately stroking up and down your thighs. he felt breathless without your touch, and you couldn’t bear to see him upset, drifting your hands up to messily tangle in his hair (his stylist would be sure to write you a personal death threat later)

he panted as he placed sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over your exposed neck. you finally gave him some friction.”i need you so bad baby, please touch me- please.”

untangling one of your hands from his hair, you outlined his prominent bulge through his pants. he stilled.

“fuck- fuck, please baby i need your mouth so bad- fuck!” austin whined, writhing for your touch, your warm mouth, your approval. he was too fucking far gone to narrow it down to one, he just knew he needed every single part of you.

you’d die before denying him, and you slid your hands down his now tight pants as you lowered yourself to the cold tile floor on your knees, before palming him, eliciting a string of praise from a very desperate austin, who, on a whim, grabbed your hand and pushed it harder onto his cock, throbbing with need.

“baby, i know you need it bad, but you gotta be patient,” you reassured him, coaxing him through the incessant yearning his hardness had left him with by finally undoing his dress pants and sliding them down enough to pull out his leaking cock. austin brought his hand to your cheek and cupped your face gently, looking at you with a filthy mix of adoration and lustful desire, eyebrows quirking up softly as your hand brushed against his length.

“i need you now, please pretty girl,”

you wasted no more time, taking his tip, red and leaking with anticipation, into your mouth. you gave him flat tongued licks from the thick shaft to the head as he groaned deeply, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open in pleasure. it was fucking lewd honestly, and you knew you didn’t have much time before someone came knocking at the door of the small bathroom.

“fuck baby, you’re s’ good, ‘s like you were made for me, your mouth feels s’ good” he was drunk on arousal, words slurring as he babbled barely coherent praises. his fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your head as you took him deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his length, the tip red and weeping with precum. the sensation was fucking overwhelming to him, and he bucked his hips forward slightly, unable to control himself.

“god- fuck, yes,” austin let out a breathy groan, his voice a low rumble. “just like that, baby. you’re so perfect, s’ good for me.”

you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him harder, feeling his cock twitch against your tongue. the obscenity exuded from the mix of his desperate whines and groans mixed with the gagging and wet noises coming from you bobbing on his thick cock only brought him closer. you could tell, and you wanted nothing more than to push him over the edge, to make him come undone right there, right then. you moved faster, taking him as deep as you could, your efforts accompanied by austin pushing your head farther on his cock until he hit the back of your throat, your nose nestled in the patch of hair above his shaft.

"please, don't stop," austin whined, his voice high-pitched and desperate. “i need it so bad. pleasepleaseplease.”

you didn't let up, your pace relentless as you took him deeper, faster. his moans turned into almost pitiful whimpers, each sound making you more determined to make him cum. you could feel his cock throbbing against your tongue, the tension building in his body. austin’s breathing grew ragged, his grip on your hair tightening. “i’m gonna cum, baby. fuck, i’m gonna cum.” with a final, deep thrust and a particularly breathy groan, he spilled into your mouth, his moans filling the small bathroom. you swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him, before pulling back and looking up at him with a satisfied smile.

before you could process, austin grabbed you by your wrists and gently pulled you up to your feet with a gentle kiss, pupils dilated and eyes dark with lust and genuine adoration for you. “need to make you feel good, please, you’ve been driving me crazy all night, baby” he whispered against your lips, his hands caressing your body. “wanna make you cum,” he panted against you, hot breath fanning across your skin making you shiver in anticipation.

after lifting your dress with one of his hands, he dropped to his knees wordlessly, warm breath ghosting over your already dripping core, sending shivers up your spine. your panties were fucking soaked, and he audibly groaned at the sight before him, basking in the glory of making you so wet without even touching you. he mouthed sweet kisses on your thighs, sucking and biting marks onto your skin as he used his other hand to tug at the sheer waistband of your underwear bringing it down, prompting you to step out of it. he effortlessly tucked your panties into the pocket of his dress pants after you’d stepped out them, making you moan out of just how dirty this whole situation was.

“austin, please, i need you baby, please touch me.” you whined, desperate to chase your release after seeing how good you’d made him feel.

without hesitation he latched onto you, his tongue moving with loving precision. you gasped, your hands flying to his already tousled hair, trying to keep yourself upright as waves of pleasure washed over you. his tongue worked it’s filthy magic, alternating between gentle flicks at your clit and slow, deep movements inside you. you were a babbling mess, your knees weak as you practically rode his face, his stubble brushing against your thighs as you clamped your legs around his head as much as the position allowed you. he relished in your moans, drinking up everything you were giving him- metaphorically and physically. the obscene noises coming from you, and his tongue swirling around your soaked clit were enough to make him insanely hard again. his hands help your hips gently but firmly to keep you steady, determined to make you cum.

“austin, fuck- i’m gonna cum” you tried to warn him, but the words dissolved into a cry of pleasure as your orgasm swept through you, your body shuddering with the intensity of it. every muscle in your body was tense, hands anchoring themselves in his hair in an attempt at staying upright. your breathing became progressively laboured, and loud- ragged, each inhale and exhale a struggle as you tried to maintain some semblance of control. he made it impossible. his fingers dug into the fat of your thighs occasionally, attempting to ground you the way he held you was almost reverent, as if he was worshipping you, savouring the way your body responded to him. as he continued, he hummed softly against you, vibrations adding another layer to the already intense sensation. his eyes would occasionally flick up to meet yours, displaying a filthy mix of arousal and adoration. something about seeing you like this, completely undone because of him drove him fucking insane; the way your back arched, the way your head fell back, the way your breath hitched with every movement he made—it drove him wild.

your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, your body on the verge of giving out. the sensation was too much, too intense, and you could feel the edges of your orgasm building, threatening to crash over you. you tried to tell austin how close you were, but all that came out was a string of broken moans and gasps. he seemed to understand, though, tongue moving impossibly faster around your swollen bud, more insistent, as if he wanted to draw every bit of pleasure from you.

just as your body decided you couldn’t take it anymore, giving into the stimulation, he changed his technique, skilled tongue pressing flat against your clit and moving in slow, firm circles. the change in pressure and speed was your undoing. your body tensed, every nerve ending on fire, as you finally tipped over the edge. your orgasm hit you in relentless waves, crashing over you, pulling you under. you cried out against austin as your legs gave out, hands clamping around his shoulders. your whole body shuddered, convulsing with the force of it.

austin didn’t stop, didn’t let up, drawing out your pleasure, making sure you felt every second of your release. his tongue continued its assault, gentler now, easing you through the aftershocks, lapping at your clit to catch anything your body would give him. he murmured praises against your skin, voice soothing, grounding. you could feel his hands still holding you, steadying you, as your body slowly came down from its high.

as the waves of pleasure subsided, you were left trembling, weak, your body boneless and sated. austin gently kissed his way up your body, his touch tender, loving. he looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and adoration, his lips glistening with your arousal.

“you taste so good baby, like fucking candy” he whispered, his voice husky, filled with affection. he kissed you hungrily, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, the intimacy and sheer dirtiness of the moment almost overwhelming to you.

with a final, lingering kiss, he helped you back up to your feet, your legs still shaky from the intensity of your orgasm. “we should get back," he murmured, his voice a mix of laugher and satisfaction, a smirk lingering on his face as he chuckled at your fucked out state. “before anyone notices we're gone."

you nodded, still in the process of catching your breath, and began to straighten your dress, smoothing out the wrinkles left by austins desperate touches, and making sure you looked presentable. austin followed suit, his fingers running through his hair, fixing it as best as he could. his eyes never left you, a soft, lingering smile playing on his lips as he watched you.

“you look stunning baby,” he professed softly, his voice filled with awe. “even prettier now; fucking perfect, all for me.”

he opened the bathroom door slightly, peeking out to make sure the coast was clear. satisfied that no one was nearby, he took your hand languidly and led you back towards your table. the sounds of the beginning of the ceremony began to fill your ears, a stark contrast to the obscenities of the bathroom.

as you approached your table, you could see that no one had noticed your absence, the guests engrossed in the ongoing ceremony. you slipped back into your seats, austin's hand never leaving yours. he’d lost all his nerves about winning the award at this point, satisfied that no matter the outcome of the night, he’d fuck you into oblivion as soon as you both got home.

[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC cast x supportive!reader (platonic)

except its hyper specific and applies to my oc specifically because i need a little pick me up today reader is like the circus members anchor as well as a generally serving as a support system and has been in the circus for a while. havent decided on how long but definitely getting close to kinger in terms of how long theyve been stuck. kind of gives off dad energy have not shared the oc here on this blog but i have shared them elsewhere, wont say where because im embarrassed </3 this was originally gonna be a ship chart dynamic but im too tired to draw everyone plus this feels more fun using 'you/your' pronouns for the reader even though its an oc so you guys can at least like, insert yourself REMINDER requests are closed, this is a personal request from myself. any requests sent now will not be answered even after they reopen. please respect that and understand that requests are closed

CAINE:

saved caine for last (yes i know hes the first one in the list hush i dont actually write these in order) i think you and him would have friendly back and forth banter. youve accepted your place in the digital circus long ago so you dont see much point in trying to interrogate him for information on a possible exit. and sure, i dont know if caine can abstract, but i think he enjoys the conversations between the two of you... that said, given how accepting you are with everything as well as having a "roll with it" outlook on the digital world, he probably uses you as plot stuff and props for IHA; be it as a false hostage or as a means to progress the adventure... definitely has a soft spot for you, i think... jax and bubble have a dark bet on when you will finally abstract/j

RAGATHA:

ah yes the optimistic duo, the hopeful pals, the sillies. you two are probably the main reason why everyone else is... mostly... fine, i mean i think having someone be so friendly and open cane make things a little easier for other people. as well as this you two mutually lean on each other for support and uplift one another when things get tough. i mention it in kingers part, but you too are also afraid of bugs but you would help ragatha clear her room of centipedes in a heartbeat, even going as far as to collect them with your bare hands.. so uh... take that as a testament to yalls friendship

JAX:

now im a little stumped on this one because i really dont think the "reader" would be buddy buddy with jax... or maybe they would be... hmm.. on one hand i can see them scolding him for pushing his pranks 'too far' (ex. the ragatha centipede thing, assuming he actually did it), but i can also see a "supportive figure and rebellious kid" dynamic. except jax isnt a kid but you are old enough be his dad, probably.. i think ill just leave that here since i dont have any other ideas

POMNI:

youve been here for a while, so i think naturally pomni would gravitate towards you in order for possible solutions and escape routes, perhaps she would approach kinger, too... but this isnt about kinger </3. fine line between outright shattering their hope but also instilling it, neither are great options... one can lead to despair and the other to obsession; both will lead to abstraction... but theres also the fact none of your past attempts at escape had been successful, nor did you ever find any leads. as for actual potential friendship i think you would take the same route as ragatha in the pilot; show her around and explain things to her in a fairly digestible way. as well as this you tend to gravitate towards her during her first IHA until she gets the hang of them; typically making sure she doesnt get lost or hurt, as well as giving her pointers that could help with the task at hand

KINGER:

writing kinger first, you guys are like the dads of the circus. you more so because you still have a decent hold of yourself. you were there when queener/queenie abstracted, and you were there for kinger during the still on going grieving process. as for actually friendship ideas, you two just sit and talk to one another. thats it, really. i could go on about all the things you two do together, and i probably would since kinger is my favorite and this post is literally about my oc... but i truly dont see these two getting up to anything insane outside of IHA. kinger needs someone to help him fill the silence, and you would be there. and vice versa, i think... bonus, you dont like bugs but you still grin and bare it while listening to kinger rattle on about his cool bug facts... i think that would be nice..

ZOOBLE:

optimistic dad who likes fishing and moody teen who bullies kids on roblox. thats literally the dynamic, except again, zooble is an adult and the reader has no kids... but hey its the same energy. tries to get zooble to engage with IHA but not in a pushy way but more in like... an inviting them to pair with them for comfort and security kind of way. sure you understand that they dont like them because theyre just so over everything but you want them to be included, especially since the IHA are meant to stimulate your minds and keep you guys grounded

GANGLE:

honestly i think you just adopt half of the cast at this point, the only people who arent your kids are ragatha caine and kinger... everyone else gets passed around in split custody/j now onto gangle, you probably try to give her peptalks to make her feel better as well as fixing her comedy mask anytime it breaks. as well as this i think you and her sit down and do arts n crafts together, perhaps even making new masks altogether... i like to think gangle hears a few... things about the others and knows things since shes so quiet and in the background so theres definitely some 'gossip' between the two of you... but not in a shit talking way, no i dont think either of you are like that, rather more so just talking about the others

BONUS STUFF:

you call gangle, zooble, jax, and pomni generic 'dad nicknames' so like. think sport, champ, bud, pal. stuff like that, with varying reactions... i think gangle wouldnt fight it and actually appreciates it. zooble scoffs and rolls their eyes, jax plays into it while loudly and obnoxiously calling you dad. (whenever you ask him to do something he loudly goes like "okay DAAAAAAD" before likely not doing the thing that was asked of him), pomni is just confused really since shes not all that used to it. huh. guess youre a dad of 4 now

you and ragatha tend to clean up after the others, leaving you two alone and you guys just. talk as you clean. probably do impressions of the others in a really comical and dramatic as well as exchanging stories

you and kinger hunt for new pillows to add to his fort. you try to coax him into stepping out of the tent and explore the grounds, so far you're unsuccessful

touching on the gossip thing from gangles part caine probably tries to ask you for some "juicy drama" about the others. who is having issues with her, whos crushing on who, stuff like that... i think caine would try to play matchmaker if there actually is someone who has a crush on someone else... this goes for the current cast as well as those who have come and gone from the digital circus (cough cough abstracted)

[renmarrr]

Okay, so my two DustFell-related questions are:

1. Have you ever come up with any concepts or lore for DustFell beyond the original post? Because if you did, I would love to hear about it.

2. Do you have any plans to work on DustFell any further, or do you consider it fine the way it is?

I have, actually. From the moment all this au-ownership fuss started I thought that this au combination can have a chance. Since then I have this. Main plot and difference (from dt au) is that Sans failed at finishing his murdery job. He got caught. But the human meets him without being immobilised.

Sans’s scientific experience and monster history knowledge formed his bad opinion about powerful humans.

Sans isn’t aware of resets but he sees the events from previous timelines as blurry and half-abstract exaggerated nightmares. There he can see that human does harm to lesser monsters (in fact they can’t kill main monsters). Therapy barely works.

He refuses to give Toriel that crucial promise. Instead, first few timelines he spends on attempts to capture/kill the human. But the kid returns after their every misfortune.

Sans, obsessed with idea of stopping the human, decides to act less reasonable and kills some of lesser monsters (to gain some lv and to leave less enemies to the kid).

He gets carried away and more and more crazy in his killing “spree”. Until the royal guard imprisons him.

Papyrus isn’t dead, he just refuses to talk to Sans because 1) Sans put them both in danger now (the king = danger); 2) Sans now resembles the Kind even more; 3) Sans isn’t sane anymore. Papyrus-shaped illusion scolds Sans for every possible thing his mind can think about. He talks to the illusion but the conversation sounds meaningless.

Sans can escape but he can’t live long in freedom — he gets caught and brings his execution closer. Overall his attempts to stop the human are never effective. Unless he can bring boredom to a human by making the “game” much harder and less fun so the other would just stop. Or start more merciful route.

Human’s journey is sneaky and by the time they arrive to the Hotland, evacuation starts. Flowey set most of prisoners free. Unfortunately he also freed Sans, so he’s now the final boss. If Frisk survives the stage of the fight, there’s a chance for Flowey to bring Frisk through the barrier (Frisk uses “flee option”). This moment of chance repeats once a few turns.

There are grey zones but something like that. None of it was in my head when I drew that first drawing of df. Also I didn’t want to make Sans so powerful he managed to put the whole underground into the grave. So he has a little bit more adventures.

2. I’m not sure. That would be cool of course, but I don’t have so much strength unfortunately. And I am not able to focus on one project till it’s done, so. As I said many times before, other people free to come up with their ideas/concepts/designs as I didn’t invent the au, I only happen to draw a combination of two. Anybody is free to use that I described here, if it’s interesting or helpful enough.

(Of course it’s forbidden to use/edit/still/repost my drawings. I had some older sketches of the same things but they were worse.)

[signalhill-if]

Hey folks! It's just about time to start thinking about art.

I've tried to sit down several times and work out a style for Signal Hill, and it's just never looked right. Eventually I concluded that if I wanted art that looked right, I'd need to hire somebody else to do it for me.

So I'll be commissioning paintings of the characters from a very talented artist, @/wuntrum (not tagging because I am shy <3), whose are you can peruse here. Not only are they talented, they also have a comic called Signals, so it's like the universe is trying to tell me something haha. This is going to be over a pretty big time span because obviously it's quite expensive and it takes time to make art, but expect to be seeing the first piece in the next few months.

However, I still have some time to decide who is going to be the first up! I don't want to decide entirely on my own, so I'm going to make it a poll.

I'm also narrowing the options down to just characters we've met in the actual game so far. All of their portraits will be based on their in-game introductions. I'm going to give you a description of what I'm thinking for each one, the pros and cons, and I'll let y'all have the final say (or maybe like... the second-to-last say. If it's close enough I might pick). Without further ado...

Doc

I'm hoping to eventually have two versions of Doc, one with and one without the plague doctor outfit. The one you'd be getting first, though, would be with. It would be a full body painting of him standing against an abstract desert landscape, something that could function as both standalone art and have the title placed on the right. This one is probably also going to be the most expensive? Unsure, I won't know until I run the concept by the artist. Also it might be a little sad if the first piece I get is one where the character's face isn't even visible lmao.

Yasmin

This is the image that's been caught in my head for MONTHS, actually since super early in the game's development, haha. Yasmin reclining in a couch covered in pillows and draped with translucent fabric, possibly holding her pipe or possibly with arm outstretched to the viewer. Gah. I want to see it soooooo bad. But also maybe it would be good to leave this off until later, so we've got the vibe down a little better before getting started on this one?

Yvette

Yvette's intro is similarly iconic, seen from a low angle in a fancy robe perched on the fancy staircase. I've got a very good idea of what this one would look like since I've tried to draw it several times before, so that would be good re: references. It'll also be less expensive than the others, since I don't want this one to be a full body shot. So that's a big plus.

KC

The big downside with KC is that I'm not 100% sure which concept to go with- I could do her at the beginning of Lamplighters, in her windbreaker, with her feet kicked up on the table, smoking. Or I could do something inspired by Test Run. For that reason, it's probably best to leave her until Test Run comes out, but I'll throw her in in case y'all really want to see her intro scene lol.

Levi

Levi is similar in that I'm not 100% sure about the concept. It would certainly be him with the knife in Tracking Number, half body, but I'm not sure what angle or mood to go with, so I'd probably be leaving it somewhat up to the artist to decide. Might be better to leave him until later, but again, I'll include him in case y'all really want to see him.

[fragileizywriting]

"nooo, no no no," marinette tells him, shooing his feet off of the low ottoman in the area that is probably the drawing room. it's hard to tell. the entire area just blends into one another, boxes littered about the place haphazardly and without any direction. "none of that, adrien."

"what—"

"—your royal ass is getting up and helping."

"as opposed to what i've been doing all day," he deadpans instead, rising tall when he finally decides to get off the couch. "which is what, exactly?"

she will not, in fact, rise up herself to bite back at his antics. she would've. a few years ago. but she is smarter, wiser, and more confident in her own husband, even when he's bratting for no inherrent reason. "everyone, we're going to need to clean up this place. i want all these boxes organized and sorted."

"is it a good idea to go through their stuff?" kitty asks. "what if we touch some amulet of bastet's ancient grandma, or something, and we're inflicted with a mummy's curse?"

the younger luka adds on with: "the curse is gonna turn your skin into paper and locusts are going to come out of your mouth."

"oh, good," she says with a laugh. "i've always wanted to scare you shitless, maybe now is my chance."

"i don't think a witch would keep something so dangerous in a random milk crate." right? right? "anyway," marinette continues, proud that she doesn't waver, or immediately let her adrien flop back onto the sofa, "let's begin. marinette— uhm, the witchy one, obviously— gave us permission to clean through the kitchen and this area over here. we need to sweep because i think the cobwebs are starting to form abstract shapes. we should also mop because i'm getting the hint that my luka is still sneezing outside because of the pollen and the dust mites. can someone get a broom?"

"can you make it move like Fantasia?"

she gives a quick laugh. "i can certainly try. marinette's magic is different than mine, but i think i can somewhat make it work. definitely not as elaborate as the cartoon, though. maybe just make it sweep over and over in the same place."

that seems like a good enough answer.

"how many beds are we going to try to fit into this space?"

"i think we'll need three single beds. unless kitty wants to take the couch."

"sure! i can fit, it's fine!"

"that'll give me time to cuddle with pretty boy," the younger luka teases.

"nevermind!" kitty says, pivoting on a heel. "three single beds are better!"

[luca10086]

Post40—methodology

In this project, I learned a lot of knowledge about the animation industry. Reasonable research methods can not only improve the research efficiency but also enable me to get more valuable materials. In this blog I will explain how I researched and conceived my projects, as well as how I found inspiration and improved my animation skills during the production process. This article will be divided into three parts to discuss what I just mentioned. When I decided that the theme of this short animation is about the LGBT community, I began to think about what kind of story plot I would create. Excellent animation plots cannot be born out of thin air, so I decided to search a large number of excellent animated films with the same theme, learn from them and refer to how these animated films design animation. For example, I watched a collection of short animations called "love,Death and Robot" and these well-made animated shorts gave me an almost perfect reference in terms of plot, art style and voice acting. However, if only watching excellent animations is still not enough to provide me with enough inspiration, I decided to collect more relevant information to improve my idea. For example, I followed some LGBT communities on social media, and I completed the character design by observing their photos posted on social media. This method allows me to better understand this group and feel their ideas, which is of great help to the creation of animation. Because I created this short animation to appeal to Chinese society to reduce discrimination against LGBT people, it is essential to understand their real thoughts and reality. The detailed design of the animation is also a very important part. In addition to watching excellent animation works, I also watched a lot of films on LGBT themes when writing the script. For example, the Hong Kong film "Happy Together" is a very good film. These are the main ways I get inspired. In terms of making skills, I think Internet search is a very practical and convenient method. For example, when I need to use a drawing software that I have never used before, I will search for video tutorials on YouTube, which is the fastest way to learn about these software. In terms of theoretical learning, Google Scholar will be a good choice. Finally, it is also a good idea to share your ideas with classmates because you study the same major and have your own unique ideas. Your classmates may give you some very good suggestions, which will be of great help to the research of the project. All in all, these excellent films and television works can provide you with a variety of inspiration, and these films and television works have a variety of artistic styles, such as minimalism, surrealism and abstract, which has a good effect on you to understand your own different artistic styles. This project is for me to learn many excellent works and understand my shortcomings in animation design through classmates' discussion. I have made up for these deficiencies through continuous learning.

[theselfdoubtdiaries]

What to say Dear Zoe? We’ve arrived back home now from our travels too. Feeling pretty chilled out and relaxed also – a bit like you described. Trying not to allow the feeling of overwhelm which goes along with everyday life creep back in. Robert and I are both so relaxed at the moment. We are just starting a list of household things and I will get back into my studio soon. (actually I popped in there the other day and I got so distracted looking at things and playing with my arrangements…..It’s so interesting to be away and to come back with fresh eyes and with the residency experience under my belt). Still processing of course (you know I am slow to digest things!) but my main take away is what you spoke about – the act of making becoming more gestural – the fact of my work becoming more and more abstract (actually I think I am getting a little obsessed by the idea of abstraction – even in drawing classes in the past I’ve been surprised at how much I’ve enjoyed the exercises which veered off in that direction!)

Anyway, every now and then I still go back over my final work at CRETA and rehash things – should’ve done this, should’ve done that etc etc…..the old doubt nibbling away at my small amount of confidence and comfort in my processes…..But the relaxed me is still strong enough at the moment to bat that annoying creature away and remind myself that I actually did what I wanted to do over there. I immersed myself in those Etruscan sites, researched and collected from those visits and responded to what I was seeing in the studio…..The actual result/s of all this will come – in the future (and possibly for some time to come)...So allowing that all to pickle away inside my brain and heart and the rest will come (hopefully!) And then the whole thing about how the work was displayed so differently to my intention….well, when I walked into the gallery I thought “actually that doesn’t look too bad” and I decided to let it go. I think it was a training/preparation for our exhibition in a way – an exercise in letting go of the work once it’s made and handing it over to someone else. Interesting to see how differently it can be interpreted and viewed…..So there are lessons in that too.

PS I love your new experiments and I can see the correlation between those and the pieces you did on Skopelos (the ones you didn’t like!) It’s as if they were a sketch of an idea …….

[rainbowtvz]

🩷 ❤️ 🌘 ~ rebeccaselfships

🩷sal -

sal's not really an abstract ideas kind of guy when it comes to art. he's more of a hands on crafty guy. it's why he's amazing at crafting himself masks (though it took him a while to get there) but not as great with painting them, or art in general. what little he's picked up with drawing and painting is definitely osmosis from larry and ash. give him some sculpting clay and he'll know exactly what he wants to do with it but a canvas and a brush? it's why what ash and larry can do with said canvas is so fucking amazing to him. and what (either s/i) can do with a pencil and paper is even more amazing.

🩷john

i like to think that since john is extremely sentimental in canon that it goes a step further and he carries something that reminds him of his partners, past and present, on him, to keep them a part of himself. with helen it was their wedding ring he swore to never take off (now worn on a chain around his neck) and with me it changes every so often as we're still finding our dynamic to settle into. (sometimes its a phone charm, other times it's a scarf i got him as a present.. what goes unsaid is what the final item would be if i were to leave his life prematurely.)

❤️sal

sal and i are just two silly lil goobers trying to make something with our lives, unaware that the evil cult is about to upend our lives. however we both have a sort of sixth sense that things are gonna get chaotic in the near future so we're more or less living like it's our honeymoon to get the most out of our relationship before one or both of us dies :(

so there's a lot of intimacy and a bit of co-dependency going on, and just living one day at a time, and just fully putting all our love into it like it's our last day on earth.

❤️john

john and i met because i just saw him get shot in the fucking street and stumble away and nobody batted an eye like it was somehow normal? i followed him to a hideout of his to see if he needed help only for him to put me at gunpoint because he thought i was an assassin there to finish the job. i almost ran and didn't look back but decided to see it through because i can't just.. ignore somebody getting severely hurt like that and not feel awful about it when i could've tried to help at least. we are still figuring things out between us so i don't have a lot of facts n stuff about us but things r going well so far!

🌘sal

sal loves my sense of humor, just point blank. its a good mix of silly and gallows. he can both relate to it and fall back on it to lighten the mood up anytime. and it usually makes his day when i come up with something particularly hilarious. sometimes i catch him staring off into space only to start giggling. i ask him why and he says it's because he remembered a joke i made.

🌘john

sometimes i'm not sure what's going on in john's head, but i get the feeling that just my presence is enough to keep him grounded. i think i'm sort of a break from the madness and i appreciate that i can be, because the kind of world he lives in sounds extreme, and scary. when he's with me in my corner of reality it's like he can slow down and enjoy life again. i think it makes him feel normal and like there's a light and the end of the tunnel. it's the least i can be for him. as for if he loves it about me? wel i hope it's not the only thing 😗

[keefwho]

September 04 - 2023 Monday

7:17am

Yesterday taught me that something drastic needs to change in my life. I knew that already, thats why I'm trying to "improve" whatever that even means. But I mean I need to take more aggressive action because I've basically caught myself thinking a lot more than doing. I need to try more action I can take that will encourage positive changes in my life/mentality. I don't know what kinds of things yet so it's about trying lots of things until I find what works. I will try to use my schedule so I can actually stay on top of anything I decide.

8:40am

I'm having the thought that I can't achieve my goals. I'm having the thought that I'm going to tire myself out and inevitably fail. I'm having the thought that I'm an obsessive person and cannot stop. I'm having the thought that I won't be able to get all my work done today and be proud of myself. I'm having the thought that I can't respect myself. I'm having the thought that people are always judging my flaws. I'm having the thought that trying is pointless.

2:29pm

My heart pushes back against me so much. As soon as I start feeling like maybe I can feel good about my life, it feels CRINGEY. Deep down I'm rejecting it very strongly to the point where it feels like it's just a temporary feeling I'm experiencing on the surface and eventually it'll go away so I can feel like shit again. Its all rooted so very deep. It really feels like at the very center of myself is a cynical, self destructive being, thats what my core is made out of. I don't know how to change that if it's true. Or maybe I'm exaggerating and this is a temporary assessment.

The book I'm reading that is based on ACT is good but has been employing some concepts and techniques that don't really work for me. A lot of it is more abstract mental exercises than I'd like, it probably works for some people but it's not my thing. I'm still following the book anyways but trying not to do it as religiously as before. Right now I'm supposed to schedule 3 events for the next week that will directly challenge some of the thoughts/feelings that hold me back. To me this means figuring out things to do that I wish I could. Basically I'm going to roleplay a 'better' version of myself that can do these things I want to try. Or something I already do but in a different mindset.

10:56pm

This morning I made eggs with corned beef hash and toast. I watched some Chris Chan before stream.

The warmup went well and I mostly finished up the commission I was working on. ('Mostly' because the guy had a bunch of changes to make later, really stupid ones too.) With my spare time I started a new YCH and worked on a goofy drawing drawing intended to be for business growth. That basically means it's an idea utilizing a popular character from media as opposed to mine or someone else's OC. I could have ended early and I wanted to but my main goal is to stick to my work schedule so thats what I did. I also worked on a YCH because instead of having dedicated YCH time 2 days a week like I did, I'll just use spare commission time to do it since I have enough of it.

After stream I replaced my iffy extension cable I use for my heater, I cleaned up the toilet with one of those scrubbing stones, disposed of a mouse I caught, and vacuumed. I also used Pine Sol for the first time to clean the windowsill. I figure bleach based cleaner is not good for it, I know it's not but that's all I had before. I'm doing it properly now. Lunch was tuna spaghetti while watching more Chris Chan, which is always a bad idea. He's gross.

I was a little bit late with getting afternoon work done but I did do it all. The request went well and I finished my friend's birthday gift finally. Also worked on a real old sketch finally of the mane six travelling through a snowscape.

I played some HOI4 today and made more progress in my interesting campaign. This evening I streamed that and some Mother 3 with my bestie and had some really good conversation before bedtime. We also peaked at BOTW and how simplistic it is compared to TOTK. Crazy how we can always talk about Zelda and it's fun. Tbh we can talk about anything and it's fun but especially Zelda.

Tomorrow I'm not looking forward to the commission because it's by someone who I historically have a hard time drawing but it'll get done and be fine I'm sure. I'm also trying to change my mindset from "what will I lose if I don't do X" to "what will I gain if I do X". I think it's a more positive way to view things.

[ericdingthesis]

Pitch/Pre Visualization Near the End of the First Semester

So there are only a few weeks left of the first semester how much have I accomplished?  

I’ve spent a lot of November try to decide whether I should extend my thesis or not. I was unsure about my progress and whether I had enough time to produce a completed and amazing project. The main difference between my undergrad Senior Design Project and my Master’s Thesis to me is simply that there needs to be an enhanced quality and documentation. 

As I worked on my first prototype, my pitchvisualization, I came to the realization that I didn’t really like this script, and went back to the drawing board. Fortunately for me, a few things came together that really helped accelerate the process this time around.

With a lot of discussion between the head of IDM, Scott Fitzgerald, my counselor, Eric Maiello, my thesis instructor, Dan Taeyoung, and the information I gained from Todd, I moved forward deciding to just finish thesis on schedule.

Having less time actually makes it easier for me to make a decision on what I should do and what I don’t want.

On top of that, I finally got my thesis project advisor assigned to me, and I got Todd Bryant, who’s work directly applies to the field I’m trying to learn from. I got some great feedback and asked a lot of questions, and he told me one of the strengths of virtual production is the ability to modify the creative direction throughout the production process. 

I settled with a new concept, a loss of time, an exploration of the mind, but very abstract. Those to me are really easy to pull off, but can also be heavily iterated upon to create an even more cohesive and amazing expression of ideas.

 Without a worry in the world, I stepped forward to build out a new prototype that would serve as me pitchvisualizaton and first pass previsualization all in one. 

When I work, the ideas just flow, and things just keep going. I just need to get started. So I did, and one week later I completed a rough previs. 

The images will hopefully be replaced with animated sequences, but for now you’ll just have to imagine this world/universe that I’ve built. 

[adurami-ekun]

Phase 1 - The Foundation

My biggest tendency is to get overly stuck in the vision. Rather than seeing it as a guide, it becomes an expectation. Impatience sets in, steps get skipped, burnout ensues. Rinse and repeat. I want things to be different this time. I want to make sure I not only have what it takes to make it possible, but to make it last.

1. Good Stewardship

A good portion of that is actually in everything outside of Adurami. My health, my faith, my relationships, my finances, my work; being a good steward with what I have is the only way to get to what I want. And I am grateful and I have to keep reminding myself that I have enough. Not everyone can say that. Of course I can wish I had more, but I'd be either a liar or delusional to say that I don't have everything I need. I'm operating from a very privileged position, no matter if my race in this country says otherwise.

So what does that look like practically? It looks like doing the dishes, for one. Reading my Bible and meditating on truth, spending time with my daughter and removing my career and a relationship from the pedestal in my mind that says that these are the things that defines my worth. My worth is already defined. I'm a princess, a daughter of the King of kings, and He loves me very much.

I'm not good at keeping up habits. I hesitate to keep going on this point because I'm setting myself up for failure. But without structure I'm not going to get to the place where I have enough room in my life to get what I want. Life is like a gas - it will expand to take up all the room given to it. Structure creates limitations to create margin. And I have to believe that everyday is another day to try again.

My faith, my home, my health, and my finances - if I can create systems to take care of each of these everyday, I'll have the space and the energy I need to move beyond needs to get to the project, and achieve what I want.

2. The Tiger

I have to learn how to draw a tiger. At first I thought I would just create some abstract representation of one and simply change its position depending on the prompt, but the more I think about it, the more flexibility I want for Adurami. I don't want to be restricted to a few poses and then have to do the research every time I want to change something up. I'm also not sure exactly what style this tiger will take - photorealistic, cartoon, minimalistic, wearing clothing or not - whatever final form I decide on, learning how to draw a tiger with the same flexibility I learned how to write and draw letters is the goal.

This quickly becomes a bit of a rabbit hole. Character design, construction versus deconstructed approaches, perspective - my goal is to be so versatile at drawing this tiger that the words she says and the pose she takes are aligned. At the very least I can limit my focus. But it will take time before I achieve the same confidence I have in calligraphy (about 2 years) to drawing this tiger. But thankfully, it's just a tiger.

2. Jẹ ká sọ Yorùbá

I need to learn Yorùbá. It's been my mission for as long as I can remember, but I've failed every time. The idea is that if I learn for the sake of performance, I will learn. So a lot of it will come down to researching translations and understanding the language from a deconstruction point of view. I still need to listen to it and read it so that I can understand it better and make sure that my translations are accurate, and practice as well, but at the very least, I need to reply work on understanding and creating Yorùbá content for this brand. Words of affirmation, wisdom, and identity. From there, I'll be able to speak and write more.

4. Blackletter Calligraphy

I nearly didn't add this one. One because I feel sick as a dog and am over this blog post, the other because I feel this element is already done. But not only should I finish this blog post properly, but I also shouldn't take my calligraphy for granted. Every great calligrapher practices daily, and particularly in this case, I need to understand how my calligraphy works in Yorùbá. I've experimented in the past, but not in a way that is intuitive to me. And I need to settle on the gothic style that will be associated with the brand.

These four elements make up the foundation of phase 1, which I pray will be settled at least within the next few months. After that, I can start really going on the goal of phase 1, which is the community building.

These foundational elements on it serve to make it possible to bring people to the table. I want to learn how to do that, how to capture people's interest and how to make it past typical barriers. I'll have in the descriptions the English translation of whatever Adurami is saying, but I want the aesthetic to be so clean and straight forward that moving from phase 1 to phase 2 - creating inventory - would be obvious. I want people to ask me if I have stickers before they're made, tshirts before they're created. I want people to want Adurami to validate the move towards monetization. But first Adurami has to reach them.

Here's to dreams,

Adurami

[elanaspodstudiosem2]

FINAL 2022 SUMMATIVE REFLECTION + STATEMENT

Breath work III & IV, acrylic paint, charcoal, graphite, pencil and raw canvas on pine stretchers, Exposure install, 1910x1660mm, 2022.

Breath work III, acrylic paint, charcoal, graphite, pencil and raw canvas on pine stretchers, Exposure install, 1910x1660mm, 2022.

Breath work IV, acrylic paint, charcoal, graphite, pencil and raw canvas on pine stretchers, Exposure install, 1910x1660mm, 2022.

Breath work III & IV, acrylic paint, charcoal, graphite, pencil and raw canvas on pine stretchers, Exposure install, 1910x1660mm, 2022.

FINAL STATEMENT:

Exploring the relationship to mind and body through automatic drawing and painting, my practice allows me to create works straight from my unconscious emotions, senses and memory. 

My art becomes a raw translation of my current state of mind and body as I create a visible journey of vulnerable, raw gestures that then disappear from sight unless time is spent to study the depths underneath the surface.

My research is concerned with themes of art therapy, memory, lived experiences, unconscious and conscious states of mind, automation, emotions, the senses and meditative processes. I explore and express these themes through meditation, automatic drawing, painting and layering on large scale canvases as my practice becomes a safe space for healing and reflection. Alongside my practice and research I have also learnt about individual healing by attending personal art therapy sessions. I hope for my large-scale monochromatic finger paintings to demand attention, time and contemplation from the viewer as they explore the different paint finishes and gestures though the changing light and perspectives.

Breath work III & IV are vulnerable translations of my different states of mind and emotions, expressed though the mediums of meditation, drawing and painting. They can be compared to diary entries - as they represent the emotions, stress, and achievements that I have experienced over the last few months of my degree. Each layer represents a new state of mind, a new feeling, a new outlook, a new emotion, a new consideration, a new release and a new reflection. Through meditation, I enter a space of healing, reflection and contemplation. This  space allows me to explore my conscious and unconscious states of mind as my work becomes a personal outlet and translation of my innermost feelings, thoughts, and memories. Through obliteration and layering, I am able to conceal parts of my work that I find to be too vulnerable. My process allows me to decide what I want hidden and what I want show but I like the idea that I can always keep adding to the works. They’re constantly adapting to me. 

I hope for my paintings to demand time from the audience as they must explore and discover the different hidden layers, gestures and marks. The different paint finishes also add an extra element of exploration as the paintings change depending on the lighting and how the viewer moves around the paintings and space. Like an emotional and physical state - the work is constantly changing. One perspective might reveal one element of the work, only for it to disappear when you move one step to the side. The use of black and the hidden and revealed qualities and elements of the work also create a space for the viewer to have their own personal understanding of the work. There's space for them to add their own experience and interpretation to the work as it becomes not just a safe space for myself, but also for anyone who spends enough time in the presence of my paintings.

I pull inspiration from artists such as Judy Millar, Joan Mitchell, Cy Twombly, Ad Reinhardt, Kazimir Malevich, Jackson Pollock, William Anastasi, Hilma af Klint and Emma McIntyre and create my work using aspects and elements from automatism, expressionism and abstraction. 

Breath work IV, acrylic paint, charcoal, graphite, pencil and raw canvas on pine stretchers, Exposure install, 1910x1660mm, 2022.

FINAL REFLECTION:

I can’t believe it’s the end! What a crazy journey I have been on this year. In the last semester alone I feel like I have grown tremendously and learnt SO much about myself and my practice. If I’m honest, my only regret is that I didn’t discover this path and process sooner. But I do feel like each part of building my creative practice to where it is now was all very important and beneficial and I think I have ended up exactly where I am meant to be at this moment. 

I have worked so very hard this year and think that my hard work has paid off. I am so immensely proud of my paintings Breath work III & IV which I am exhibiting in the Exposure exhibition and am handing in for my final summative assessment. Like I have mentioned before, they’re almost like full stops. These large paintings at the end of the exhibition don’t only signify the end of the room, but also my degree coming to an end. They are very vulnerable and personal works that represent the emotions and states I have felt and experienced over the last few weeks as I’ve worked towards this final submission. They also represent a big change and growth, not only personally, but in my practice, and process.

My process of creating a work starts off very early as I stretch the canvas over a stretcher frame myself. I have found that doing this myself not only adds another space for contemplation through the repetitive actions and movements, but also adds value to my work figuratively and literally. Having a work where every element has been made and put together by my own hands makes me respect my work and process a lot more. It’s meditative, contemplative and repetitive. All themes that I consider in my practice. Once I have my canvas in front of me, I start by doing 5 minutes of meditation. This helps ground me and allows me to explore my conscious and unconscious states. I find myself in a trance-like state when I start doing my automatic drawings, my body taking control of my actions and gestures as I drag and dot charcoal and pencil around the canvas. Once I have the first layer of the charcoal and pencil drawings, I start adding layers of different paints and finishes. Every few layers I will apply a ‘black wash’ to the entire canvas which will reveal some elements of the work and obstruct others. This entire process of adding layers and drawings can take a few weeks - each layer becoming a diary entry or a time stamp of a certain emotion I was feeling or state of mind that I was in during each point in time. They each represent a different moment on their own, and then come together to create an entire journey and documentation of a certain time period.

Using the mediums of paint, charcoal and pencil allow me to connect to myself and my work through different sensory elements like tactility. Having such a tactile aspect makes me feel like my work is more direct and honest - straight from my mind and body and immediately onto the canvas. I also like their possibilities for manipulation, allowing my body weight, pressure, speed to change the final outcome of the mark left on the canvas. Having such a spontaneous and free process of creating is contrasted by the canvas being stretched onto a stretcher frame. I like the conversation and tension between the spontaneity of the gestural marks and the control of the tight, stretched canvas. The works feel contained and yet not at the same time. I find this to be an interesting element when explorating and considering the paintings. 

I decided to hang my works Breath work III & IV at the height of 2000mm because it’s high enough feel enveloped and immersed within the works, but also low enough that the viewer can imagine how the work was made while standing in front of it. When I made the works, the canvases were hung at 2000mm so they are viewing it exactly how they were made. I have also previously tested out hanging other works at a much higher height and they felt slightly unobtainable or unreachable. I like the personal connection and relation the works have to the viewers when they’re hung at my chosen install height. It feels easier to make a personal connection to them. One interesting outcome of this hang was that they do have a slight optical illusion. Depending on where the viewer stands, the painting on the t-wall looks smaller and like it’s hung at a lower height, however they are both the same size and hung at exactly the same height. This illusion changes depending on how the viewer moves around the space. The layout of the install was partly due to the limited space that was available to me but I ultimately wanted them to be near to each other so that the audience could compare the different surfaces of each work. They’re close enough to be read as individual works made in different points in time and different states of mind but close enough to suggest an exploration and relationship between the two paintings. I like them being installed in the middle of their own respective wall as the painting on the end wall is visible from an entire room away which draws people in to discover both works. They lure the audience in and once the audience are in front of the works, they then demand time and attention from the audience to explore and discover what is hidden beneath each layer and surface. I also love the lighting that they get in the space they are installed in. The direct sunlight changes throughout the day and travels across the room which means that the paintings and the different paint finishes are constantly changing too. I love how each time someone views the work, it will be different from what the person before saw, and different again to what the person after them will see. 

I named my project Breath works because ultimately, that's what they are. The controlled breathing during my meditation helps me ground and centre myself as I begin to create each work. The controlled breathing also carries on through each layer, one gesture might take one long, big breath, and lots of smaller marks might be made with short, sharp breaths. I believe the titles alludes to a key part of my process which I hope the audience considers when reflecting on and viewing my paintings.

My practice has become a very important aspect in my life as I learn how and start to heal. All my creative decisions and lived experiences over the course of my life and the last 4 years have led me to where I am now. And I think I am exactly where I need to be. I only wish that I could’ve maybe reached this point a bit earlier but In saying that, each moment has helped me get to this point in time right now.  I feel like my practice has become exactly what I set out for it to be - a safe space for healing, reflection and contemplation. My works help me explore my emotions and inner most thoughts and feelings and It has been a very vulnerable, hard at times, but wonderful journey. I am so proud of my final submission but also of my practice, the hard work I have put in this year, and of myself. I hope when looking at my works Breath work III & IV, you find solace amongst the marks but also feel the excitement of the layers and take inspiration from the way the works change in the light.

Breath work III & IV, acrylic paint, charcoal, graphite, pencil and raw canvas on pine stretchers, Exposure install, 1910x1660mm, 2022.

[luoboluoboluobo-blog]

NM3217 Assignment 1

I have decided to use this image of an air-con remote control as I feel that it has a lot of unnecessary elements which can be further simplified. 

I took this image at a hotel in Johor Bahru as I solo-traveled the city. It occured to me that I should be still able to understand the function of this remote control without needing the confusing tags and buttons on it. 

For my stage 0 to 1, I removed the confusing background and retained the basic design of the interface of the controller. (Initial design has no snowflake, the reason I added it in my final design of stage 0-4 will be explained later)

From 1 to 2, I have decided to remove the lines and reset button as it does not add on to the meaning. From 2 to 3, I have reduced the usage of colour, and simplified the interface by reducing the number of buttons. I have also tried enlarging the buttons but it looks not-so aesthetically pleasing, hence I ended up only increasing the size of the temperature caption and snow flakes logo. 

Moving on to my stage 4, I have further reduced the usage of colour and decreased the amount of buttons. In the end, I was really troubled on what else I can abstract at stage 5, because it was already retaining all the elements of the controller. This was also the main part of my struggle with assignment 1. 

(My initial model for stage 5 as below)

I wanted to make it as minimalistic as possible, hence I only retained the degree Celsius sign and took away everything else. I wanted to covey a “cooling” feeling, so I went to search on cool colour palettes. 

After I did the initial stage 5 design, I went around to ask a few friends what is this and the answers were very diverse, some said recycle bin, some said that it looks like thermometer, the most absurd answer I received was a portable toilet cubicle. 

(Picture from NEA.gov.sg)

I reflected on myself, thinking that it was probably the choice of colour that gave the recycle bin vibes, and that the degree sign was not clear enough to show that it is even a remote control. 

But I did find it so cool that colours are able to convey meanings (I got the fascinating idea from the sample work of the fire hydrant). I went around to search for all shades of blue (because I feel that it can best convey the coolness, but it just still looks like recycle bin).

In the end it struck me that the remote control should provide a sense of “work” or “functioning”, I have decided to use the adobe work space grey colour in the end because of the sense of cool + functioning it gives off.  

(2nd design of stage 5, accidentally typed 6 here)

In my initial planned design, the snowflake was not there at all, I retained and enlarged the snowflakes logo because I thought that it would be clearer to put it there to convey the idea of “make it cooler”.

It was such a pain to draw the snowflakes using line tools, I eventually figured out how to key in the angles and reflect the snow flakes to make the angles accurate. 

I also reduced the length of the remote controller because it is kind of empty at the lower part. 

Version 3 but upon further inspection I gave up on the idea of signals because it makes the logo not as square-ish, and hence not as minimalistic. I wanted to incorporate the idea of “adjusting temperature”, which is the main funtion of the remote controller. 

I chose to use a pair of round-edged triangles to indicate the UP and DOWN of temperature. This is the last design for my stage 5 before the critique. 

After my classmates’ gentle critique, I also incorporated the feedback from my classmate, who commented my initial design to be “too abstracted’ and feels like a NPC controller”. I reflected on their comments and concluded three issues:

1. NPC-feel 

Perhaps it was because I made the remote control too short. Hence I tried making it longer in my last design, it looks so much better. 

2. adopted the comment on that the “circle button should be retained” as it is indeed an unique feature that only aircon remote controllers have. 

3. “the jump from stage 4 to 5 was too big as there was no snowflake before that” 

I hence took out the snowflake from the original picture and added it to stage 1-4 so that it does seem like I just abruptly decided to add the snowflake at the last stage. 

(added a button)

(my final design, I have made the length of the remote controller longer)

(Final submission)

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List of references: 

snowflake reference https://zh.pngtree.com/so/%E9%9B%AA%E8%8A%B1-icon

wanted to take the chance to make the fancy snowflakes but its too fancy that it makes the icon seem complex

colour scheme reference https://www.schemecolor.com/cool-blue-colors.php

wifi signal reference https://www.pngwing.com/en/search?q=wifi+Signal

[thefanficmonster]

Fated

Karl Heisenberg x Autistic, Sound-sensitive Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Spoilers for RE8:Village, Noise sensitivity

Genre: Romance, Comfort

Summary: Not everyone could love a man like Heisenberg. But Y/N isn’t everyone, nor is she just anyone. She loves him as the whole package he is: murderous intentions, human experiments and all.

Requested by @phoenixofthevalley Hi dear! Here you go - the first fic I’ve ever written for Karl Heisenberg (first of many) and thank you so much for being my first ever Resident Evil 8 requester! Hope you enjoy the read! Feel free to correct me if I’ve described anything incorrectly or in an accidentally offensive manner. I have no intention of spreading hate or any type of misconception so I’d really appreciate the correction. Love, Vy ❤

Watching Karl get so excited over this grand plan of his - the destroying of Mother Miranda, his revenge - it all makes me feel uneasy. I can’t explain the feeling, mostly cause I’ve never felt it before, and I can’t quite describe it either. I don’t connect to people easily and I’ve always been told I’m the problem but I guess it took the right person to make me feel things I haven’t felt for no one else all my life.

“The weren’t worthy of your emotions, darling.“ Karl told me on one of the rare occasions when I opened up my mind to him. I felt his words wrap around me like a comforting embrace. For the first time in my life, I felt understood.

I think that’s what took me the longest to get used to - being understood, seen and validated. My opinions had never before been taken into account seriously, my personal boundaries were rarely respected by others and people always had a hard time dealing with how distant I can be. But what bothers me above all is how people refer to me as dramatic because of my sound sensitivity - something no one took seriously when I’d tell them about it.

Karl did though, surprising me to no end.

He respects that I like my personal space and prefer not being shown much affection, especially not physical. He understands that I have a hard time showing people affection myself. He goes out of his way to make sure I’m ok with whatever it is he’s doing, saying or suggesting. And I’m sure that if I were to ever tell someone about this, they wouldn’t believe me. That’s most definitely due to his rough exterior and intimidating appearance. Also probably because he comes off as downright selfish and rude when you first meet him, but getting to know him was a journey worth taking because I now know the real him. A trust me, his rough exterior and the softness of his true self have nothing in common. Although, he does claim that softness is only reserved for me.

With all that laid out, it’s completely understandable that I don’t want him going up against Mother Miranda. Thanks to Karl I’ve never had the displeasure of running into her, but I’ve heard countless stories of how powerful and downright terrifying that witch is. Bottom line: I don’t want Karl walking into something that’s the equivalent of suicide.

And I’ve finally decided to let him know exactly how I feel about it.

I’ve been sitting here, searching for my voice as I observe Karl in his deepest thinking space. He’s constantly in it, if you ask me - constantly thinking, looking for ways to make his innovations better, stronger, more powerful to add to his chances of victory against the sadistic ruler of this village. He was already at his desk when I walked in, hunched over dozens of drawings drawn with cut-edge precision yet in his mind they are probably not near good enough. In his mind, all he does is never good enough. He prides himself on this factory and what he’s produced thus far but he cannot stay proud of himself for very long, he constantly feels the need to better himself in order to remain worthy in his eyes. I wish I could change his mindset on those grounds but I know that my tries would be futile and pointless.

“Karl?“ I suddenly speak up, surprising both him and myself. I don’t know what I was thinking opening my mouth when I still have no idea how to go about this without making it seem like I don’t believe in him. That is in no way the case. I believe he can defeat her, if he cannot do it himself, his robo-army most certainly can. But I don’t want defeating her to cost him his life cause without him in mine I’m not sure what will be left of me.

He straightens up from where he’s been hunched over for the past God knows how many hours, rolling his shoulders and stretching his arms as her turns to look at me, his sunglasses capturing the white neon light in the office as he does so.

“What is it, darling? Something wrong?“ he takes a step towards me as I stand up and go to approach him.

“Actually...“ Suddenly, that thing he keeps in a safety cell just below this room starts going off with that annoying loud sound it makes. It’s always disturbed me, ever since it came to exist which was not so long ago considering it’s been his latest project. It not only terrifies me but triggers my sound sensitivity as do most of the machines in this forsaken factory.

I close my eyes tightly shut as I cover my ears with my hands, praying for the sound to go away as soon as possible because I can’t take it. It almost makes me physically nauseous and gives me vertigo, bringing me to the brink of tears because of its loudness and intensity, like it’s drilling right into my brain.

I can’t quite pinpoint the exact moment the sound went away because when faced with such a pain-inducing experience, my senses tend to tune out while I still remain conscious, but when my hearing returns I the only thing I’m able to hear is a steady heartbeat and a steady breathing. 

“It’s ok, darling. You’re ok.“ I hear Karl’s quiet whisper, giving me peace and coaxing me into opening my eyes.

When I do so, I come to realize why the rest of the world has gone quiet. Why I’m suddenly so flooded with comfort like no one is able to bring me. No one but him.  One of my ears is pressed up to his chest while the other is covered by his warm hand which travels up to move a strand of hair from my face and put it behind my ear as he repeats his soothing words like a chant, slowly starting to let go of me out of fear that he’s crossing a line. He’s always so wary about that and I’ll forever be grateful to him for it.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?“ His hands gently cup my cheeks, tilting my head so I can look him in the eyes - directly in the eyes, for he has ridden himself of his glasses. I’ve found he does that often when around me - removes his glasses. I once asked him why that is but the answer he gave me was vague, all the while a small smile played on his face. Guess he’s a bigger secret-keeper than I primarily thought. It doesn’t bother me really, I know the only secrets he keeps are the ones that would be a hazard for my safety if he exposed me to them, so I allow him his secrets and I keep some of my own to myself. It’s only fair, after all.

I nod, blinking up at him, “Yes, I’m ok. But...“ Now or never, girl. Now or never. “But if you want me to be honest, I will be.”

He looks baffled by my answer but he doesn’t falter, quickly regaining his composure before he replies, “Of course, dear. I always want you to be honest with me. What’s on your mind, what’s bothering you?“

Now “I haven’t been really ok for a while now.” I take his hands in mine, removing them from my cheeks but holding them firmly between us - a gesture that surprises me just as much as it shocks him. Never have I felt the need to be so close to someone. It may be momentary and temporary, but I refuse to dwell on that as I push forward with my argument, “I haven’t been ok since you told me about your plane. The whole thing with Mother Miranda and all that...” Not the time to be leaving me, words. I started this, I’ll finish it. “Look, Karl, I know you and your army can bring that witch to her demise but...”

“But what, Y/N? Tell me.“ He encourages me softly, his hands subtly tightening their hold on mine as if to keep me grounded, remind me he’s listening closely to every word I’m saying. Like he always does.

“But what if it doesn’t go as planned?“ I blurt out, biting my bottom lip nervously. It makes me anxious, being so honest and emotionally exposed. That’s so rare for me I doubt I’ll ever get used to it, but that’s the only way I have at least a fragment of a chance of convincing Karl to drop this. “What if things go south and you end up killed or turned into a monster or something else?“

The concern on his face washes away when he hears my words, getting replaced by a soft, consoling smile. I quickly look away, feeling that confession on my part was quite odd. I feel out of place but not uncomfortable, I don’t know how to explain it. It almost feels like relief, like I’ve finally gotten a huge boulder off my chest and I can finally breathe properly. But I can’t, not until I hear his reply. That smile should probably tell me something but it doesn’t - I won’t believe anything until I hear it come out of his mouth with my own two ears.

“Oh Y/N, darling, you won’t lose me. Ever.“ His thumb swipes across my knuckles soothingly, drawing abstract patterns on the skin of the back of my hand, “You never need to worry about me, hun, I ain’t going anywhere. No one can take me away from you or you away from me. Anyone who dares to try, well, bad things will happen to ‘em.“ He chuckles, easing the tension enough for me to able to look up at him again. When our eyes meet again, I see something I can’t name nor describe. All I know is that what he’s telling me is genuine and comes, “I’ll always be here, by your side, Y/N. I will always be here to shield you from anything and anyone. Any rogue lycan or any loud sound, I’ll be there to prevent it from reaching you. Never forget that. Ok?“

That urge to be have him close takes over me again. I think that somewhere in the back of my mind I see a clock ticking down, counting down the numbered hours we have together before he inevitably carries out his plan. As scary as that is, I think I can do nothing but accept it.

And so, that’s exactly what I do.

Wrapping my arms around him tenderly, enveloping him in the first hug I’ve ever given him - probably the first hug anyone has given him - I accept our fate, silently hoping it changes somewhere along the lines.

“Ok.“

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

This may be a minor gripe but something that has kind of bothered me about discussions and depictions of Dan is how often people seem to forget that Dan isn't just an older evil Danny, he's a combination of Danny and Vlad's ghost sides. Like people always talk about him like Danny threw away his humanity and turned evil but that's not even true. Sure, we can say that Dan is the result of Danny's action but that's a little unfair. (1/2)

(2/2) Him cheating on a test, coincidentally putting his loved one's in a position where they could be killed, is absolutely not his fault. Letting Vlad take away his ghost powers with a strange contraption might not have been the smartest move, but we are talking about a grieving CHILD here, of course he isn't going to make the best decisions. If anything Vlad's the one to blame here, and even then, it's not like he could predict what happened

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you aren't wrong, my friend. it really isn't entirely danny's fault and the whole 'if you cheat on a test, you'll loose everything you love' moral is confused at best. i think as fandom we find it more interesting to look at danny's potential evil and moral struggle with himself. so simplifying it to be dan is a worse case scenario of danny makes the conflict less abstract.

particularly because when it comes to self blame danny isn't going to go easy on himself just because it was excusable mistakes.

i think another talking point should be how danny is the target of the time assassination more than vlad is, even though vlad is part of the evil whole. you could argue that danny is the catalyst of his friends death and vlad inventing the claw things. but vlad invented the claw things. maybe because his human side survived and acted relatively harmless from then on? or maybe it's because the observants based on the available evidence recognized danny as more of a threat. i think that fits actually, for all vlad tried to be an evil mastermind, his achievements outside of terrorizing a teenager and theft isn't particularly impressive. danny was the one who got shit done. all his fights he finished one way or another and i could see how that would bleed into dan defeating everyone.

the real question is how to we fix this. ideally we could shape this idea so it's less confused, though i do honestly find the dynamic of half danny, half vlad interesting. if for not other reason. than two half ghosts make a whole. actually that's something else to be said about dan. his self-loathing is what led him to killing his human half, another negative aspect coming from danny.

i wonder if we could frame it like fusion, from su. obviously dan isn't stable or healthy, or based on love. he's most comparable to malichite. but with less internal debate. dan took the best and worst of both of them. danny's determination, danny's fighting ability, danny's anger, danny's sarcasm, vlad's anger, vlads lack of morals, vlads schemes, vlad's control. heck, vlads desire to rule the world. i don't think we ever got that from danny.

maybe if vlad was more involved in the fight with dan it could have been used as an opportunity to compare and contrast their characters. to go we're not so different you and i. danny gets to recognize that he has that dark potential. vlad gets to be humbled by the fact that what he wants isn't good for anyone, especially himself. and to be fair, we do see some of that humbling with future vlad, but none of that character growth is given to present vlad, so, really it's just another vehicle for danny angst. it also depends on what you want to do with vlad though. he's a fascinating character and could be given redemption under the right circumstances or be a character who has the opportunity for redemption but chooses not to be redeemed every time.

that fits him and makes him both a more pathetic and despicable villain. it's hard to pity someone who ignores the opportunities to heal and grow.

as for danny, he becomes far more aware of the consequences his actions, especially his selfish and cruel ones can have. because that potential was always there. he has a history of abusing his powers. perhaps for this specific incident him abusing his powers can be something less understandable than almost cheating on a test that he couldn't study for through no fault of his own. (maybe i just have flexible morals?). maybe it could be something more character relevant, like he did something particularly vlad like, maybe he set up a prank at the nasty burger to get dash but it set off the explosion that killed his family. or maybe he did something particularly cruel and manipulative. there are better catalysts than a test. either way he recognized that he should never go that far again and strive to avoid being actively cruel.

he also has the opportunity to recognize that vlad does have a human half, even the one he's fighting everyday. he can face some conflict in it's not entirely clear what trait belongs to vlad and what trait belongs to him. he can empathize with vlad and he can recognize that situations aren't always in black in white. those who fly the highest, fall the hardest, after all.

it can be a growing experience. and while making it solely a danny goes bad and learns not to do evil kind of story. maybe we could cut vlad from the equation and just have danny face himself, full evil refection. i think exploring both vlad and danny through this fusion is far more interesting. especially because we can build on what's revealed about vlad in these episodes, in later ones. danny sees a future where vlad chills and that maybe his vlad could get their. later he see vlads past and what he lost to become who he is.

and then there's vlads turning point episodes. i don't know when motherly instinct took place but maddie fully recognizing he's a bastard and rejection him, was a turning point for his sanity, and danny helped it along. then we have danny rejecting him repeatedly, then we the clone episode, which we can all agree was a desperate move on his part, that danny once again thwarted. and we can all agree that this was the cannon turning point for his character where he stopped fighting for a family and started trying to be danny's villain. in that episode, i think danny could potentially pity vlad enough to try and reach out. he's not going to justify what vlad did and he's not going to apologize for stopping him. he went too far. he hurt danny and dani, he crossed a moral line that can't be justified even with his desperation. but if he changes...

he lost this time but if he changes, maybe they'll reach the point where they're ready to accept him.

i think the same thing could be said about his relationship with jack and maddie. if he changes, if he reaches out. if acts like less of a crazy fruitloop, his friends would be there for him. jack is still trying to be there for him, even if he's being oblivious about vlad's faults. vlads the one driving wedges into his relationships and pushing everyone away.

and that's so freaking human and understandable.it would be such a cool thing to explore with his character.

i could also see a potential arc where after valerie finds out vlad and masters are the same person she tries to get close to him, both to sus out how evil he is and to understand him as a halfa. afterall danny got her to acknowledge dani as human enough, the same would apply to vlad/plasmius, right? only he's a bad person and the more she uncovers about vlad masters the man, the more she realizes it's not the ghost half that's evil. but this is a double edged sword because, vlad is getting attached to her and encouraging her to be more evil. he's encouraging her to go darker and darker in her fight against ghosts and her fight specifically against phantom. to the point where she finally draws the line and says, i'm not doing that! boom exploring the moral ambiguity of her character and getting her to take a hard stance on her morals, because there's a line too far for her.

and boom a further breakdown of vlads character because he finally had someone outside the fentons to redeem him. she could have helped pull him out of the hole he'd been digging himself into. she wanted to help him. he got attached to her, but he and his bad decisions decided to dig himself deeper instead. so once again he's 'abandoned and betrayed'.

from that point, i think it'd be time for him to finally face jack head on. not through manipulative schemes. not through veiled threats and insults. but the full confrontation of 'i always hated you. you ruined my life. you're the reason i lost everything'. which is really just his own self loathing speaking. and jack... empathetic jack can see that vlad desperately wants help. and jack would offer it to him. jack would try to hug it out and apologize and give vlad the love and friendship vlad's been fighting to steal this whole time.

and vlad would reject it.

he'd probably lash out a jack and go into a full breakdown/world destroying attack. could finally put the stolen crown to use and try declaring himself king and embracing his megalomaniac thing and actually be a threat this time. and THAT would be our series finally. everyone teaming up to fight 'king vlad'. danny probably finding out that he's technically king because he beat pariah dark but the matter being a bit confused because he had help. val and danny trying to find the ring of rage or at least find someone who can make one. secrets are out. i imagine vlad, upon revealing himself to jack would out danny to make danny as sad and alone as him. except nope, his family still loves him and val has had the character development to come around to him. (she's still gonna punch danny for lying for so long.) the ghosts will come and help because no one wants another tyrannical kind and vlads obviously off his rocker.

ah, the could have beens

anyway, i didn't mean for this to become a full vlad character analysis and rewrite when we were supposed to be talking about dan, but hey, i'm a simple creature. i like good writing, and i have to rewrite things myself, so be it. - Hestia