#skilled angular developer

[scriptingthewhy]

Why Front-End Development is Key to User Experience

AI-generated image. “Yay, another project. And I have front-end development duty. Nice.” Decoding the Digital Canvas: A Front-End Deep Dive from A Maryland Web Dev Lately, it feels like I’m caught in some kind of front-end developer limbo. Every time I start a new project, it’s always the front-end work that comes up first—and then I just get stuck there. Don’t get me wrong, I know how critical…

[explorastro]

THE placements of astrologers :

The capacities of reading a birth chart are mercurial because you translate a language to another that is celestial, predictive techniques are for jupiterians because the future has no limits. Retrospective astrology, or study history with an astrological point of view is lunar, like we take to the collective memory for adding a new intuitive and synchronous perspective with the planets and stars. Saturn helps to develop your type of astrology with a structure of interpretation that matches your vision of things, vision of things linked to the Sun. Mars is the searcher of truths when Jupiter believes, Mars deepen to the abyss of everything, it’s the skills learner, the achievement after years of studying. Uranus, Neptune and Pluto are collective psychology, patterns and events, so astrology of the world’s events. Venus is what is cherished and loved, like places in the world, so astrocartography is venusian in its essence, finding the better place to enjoy your life..

The placements that predispose to be a good reader of birth charts :

Sun conjunct Mercury

Mercury in Virgo/Gemini/Aquarius/Libra

Mercury aspecting nodes

Mercury in the third decan

Mercury in 1st, 3rd, 7th, 10th and 11th houses

Mercury aspecting LoF or LoS

Those that predispose to be a good predictive astrologer :

Jupiter in Sagittarius/Pisces/Cancer

Sun conjunct Jupiter

Moon aspecting Jupiter

Jupiter aspecting nodes

Jupiter in 1st, 5th, 7th, 10th, 11th, 12th houses

Jupiter in the third decan

Jupiter aspecting outer planets

Jupiter aspecting LoF or LoS

Those that predispose to be a good historical astrologer :

Sun aspecting the Moon

Moon in Cancer and Taurus

Moon in 1st, 4th and 10th houses

Moon aspecting outer planets

Moon aspecting LoF or LoS

Moon in the third decan

Moon aspecting the nodes

Those that predispose to be a good mundane astrologer :

Sun conjunct outer planets

Moon aspecting outer planets

Nodes aspecting outer planets

Outer planets in angular houses

Outer planets in theirs domiciled signs

Outer planets aspecting the LoF or LoS

Outer planets in the third decan

And for the placements that predispose to be a good astrocartographer :

Sun conjunct Venus

Venus in Taurus/Libra and Pisces

Venus in 1st, 2nd, 4th, 7th, 9th, 10th and 12th houses

Venus in third decan

Venus aspecting Jupiter or Moon

Venus aspecting nodes, LoF or LoS

Conclusion : if you have Mercury/Jupiter and Moon in triple aspects you have the potential to success in every fields of astrology, past, present and future. Outer planets talk to the collective, so if you have one of them dominant in your chart, that help you to be a good mundane astrologer. For astrocartography, Venus teach us to go where things are aligned to have a good, pleasurable and happy life. Lot of Fortune, Lot of Spirit, the Nodes, Sun, houses, signs and decans can deepening the predestination of your relationship to astrology and to know what type of astrology is more predisposed to talk to you. Enjoy the cosmic course !

[codingquill]

Essentials You Need to Become a Web Developer

HTML, CSS, and JavaScript Mastery

Text Editor/Integrated Development Environment (IDE): Popular choices include Visual Studio Code, Sublime Text.

Version Control/Git: Platforms like GitHub, GitLab, and Bitbucket allow you to track changes, collaborate with others, and contribute to open-source projects.

Responsive Web Design Skills: Learn CSS frameworks like Bootstrap or Flexbox and master media queries

Understanding of Web Browsers: Familiarize yourself with browser developer tools for debugging and testing your code.

Front-End Frameworks: for example : React, Angular, or Vue.js are powerful tools for building dynamic and interactive web applications.

Back-End Development Skills: Understanding server-side programming languages (e.g., Node.js, Python, Ruby , php) and databases (e.g., MySQL, MongoDB)

Web Hosting and Deployment Knowledge: Platforms like Heroku, Vercel , Netlify, or AWS can help simplify this process.

Basic DevOps and CI/CD Understanding

Soft Skills and Problem-Solving: Effective communication, teamwork, and problem-solving skills

Confidence in Yourself: Confidence is a powerful asset. Believe in your abilities, and don't be afraid to take on challenging projects. The more you trust yourself, the more you'll be able to tackle complex coding tasks and overcome obstacles with determination.

[catboybiologist]

Alright I can't finish this all in one sitting, but here's at least a bit of.... something? A word vomit? A prelude to smut about the eroticism of the machine? For all you robot, mecha, and spaceship fuckers out there. @k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl that means you

Pappy always said that manufacturing biological transportation was nothing knew. I mean, shit, humanity's been breeding horses for how long? To him, not much was novel about what was going on in the shipyards way out by Neptune when I was a kid.

But Pappy didn't know a lot of things. And he certainly didn't meet Roseanna.

The Federation Navy had experimented with biologics for decades. The idea was to create self regenerating ships- something to interface with the hull, move the new titanium plates and particulates into place, have a living, growing mass interfacing with the steel so that the ship didn't have to head all the way back to the yards to patch up after every dogfight.

The first generation... worked. With a full time crew, that is. Full time people on deck jabbin the rigid, chitonous interface with the hull full of growth hormones to get them to set just right. Full time onboard bioengineers to compute what signaling cocktail ya need to hit 'em with to get it to grow back right. Skilled onboard technicians to shave back the chitin when it tried to overgrow the titanium, and slap some new cells in to seed the process in heavily damaged areas. Less input material, less time in the yards, but far more manpower. Great for a Federation cruiser on deep space peacekeeping missions. Far too complex for small craft. Right?

Until some bastard put brains in 'em.

Well. A lotta suits would say that they weren't brains. They were a diffuse network of sensory neurons and ganglia, living inside the body of the ship, integrating signals from a skin of alloyed metal and fibrous protein, calculating power draw too and from various components, and integrating with the mechanical and electrical components of the ship to precisely manage the "wound healing" process of the vessel. And of course, it just so happened that one of those ganglia was larger and more complex than the rest of them, and it just so happened that the computer interfaces with this ganglia exhibit complex, thinking behaviors on the level of human cognition, and it just so happens that most pilots and navigators reported them developing their own personalities.....

But of course, the Navy didn't want anyone to have some kind of pesky empathy in the way of their operations. And they certainly didn't want anyone side eyeing the rate at which they disposed of the damn things, and let them suffer and rot after disposal. So as far as the official record was concerned, they didn't have brains.

Like most people in the belt, I found Rosie on a... unsponsored field trip to the Neptune scrap yards. She wasn't a ship then. She wasn't much of anything. Not much more than a vat with the central ganglia and just barely enough of the stem cells needed to regrow a network. But I took her all the same. Brains were valuable. Few pilots outside the Navy had them back then. Nowadays, a black market for "brain seeds", a cocktail of neuronal stem cells and enough structural stem cells to grow your own into the chassis of your ship. They were pumpin' em out, and leaving them to die. It was cruel. They may be vehicles, but they're a livin' being too.

But I digress. I'd never do that to Roseanna. I make sure she gets proper care. And for a good, proper, working ship? That includes some good, proper work.

The asteroid we were docked in was one of my usuals- good bars, nice temp quarters, nice views of the rock's orbiting twin, and a spacious hanger for Rosie to rest in. The chasiss I had imprinted Roseanna to was a 40-meter light skipper, with some adjustments for handling deep space trips. It was pretty much the smallest thing you could actually use to live and work for long periods of time, but it got the job done. The angular design made the entire ship look like a wedge, or the blade of a bulky dagger. It didn't hurt that each bottom edge was fortified with a sharpened titanium blade, turning the entire sides of the ship into axe-like rams.

Those would probably come in handy today.

I approached Roseanna on the catwalk above her, marveling her alloyed scales. I could almost see her shudder in anticipation as my footsteps vibrated through the air above her. I took the steps down, and hit the trigger to open her top hatch.

When the news got out of the Navy scuffling with a rebelling mining station, an electric air raced across the station. Some went about their day as normal. Some resigned themselves to picking at the leftovers after the dust had settled. And some, like me, knew that they could get the finest pickings.

I strapped in to the pilot's seat like it was an old boot.

"Welcome, Captain Victoria."

Rosie could talk, but more often than not, she chose not to. But she understood me just fine. Most of our communication took place using her three prerecorded lines- her welcome statement, affirmative, and negative- as well as the tiny screen showing a small, emoticon face. Many pilots chose to give their ships an elaborate render, but Rosie preferred it this way. It was the first face I gave her, from somewhere out of the scrap heaps, and she refused any offer I made to upgrade. Secretly, I was overjoyed. To me, that was her face. That was her voice. And it was beautiful to see her true self through them.

I brushed my hands across her paneling. Across the switches, the hydraulic controls for the plasma fuel, the steering, the boosts, the comms channels. The thing with biologics was that you were still the pilot. For whatever reason, they hadn't quite gotten to the point where the brains could take over their own piloting. My personal opinion was just that their personalities lacked the ambition to. But whatever reason that was, the best pilots were still the ones that knew both their ship, and the ship's brain. And me and Rosie? We knew each other well.

As my fingers touched the brushed aluminum controls, rimmed with chitinous layers rooting them into the ship, I could feel the walls around me holding their invisible breath. "Do you know what we're doing today, Rosie?"

Her tiny panel flickered on. ...?

"We got a scrap run."

^_^

:)

^_^

Her panel flicked between various expressions of excitement. My finger quivered on the main power, holding for a moment before flicking it on. The primary electronics of the ship hummed to life, and what Rosie controlled pulsed with it. My hands moved across the main functional panels- main hydraulic plasma valve, exhaust ports open, and finally, flicking the switch the start the plasma burner.

My hands gripped the steering. The hanger's airlock doors opened in front of me. My neck length hair started to float as the station's gravity shut off. I hit the switch to unlatch from the supports above. For a moment, we hang there. The dull crackle of the idling plasma burner is the only sound that resonates through Rosie's hull.

Go time.

I punch the boost.

[original-bookshelf]

Alright, it is done!

Here's the styles I emulated and what I learned from each of them!

Red OSP (@/comicaurora)

Lots of line weight to work with on this style and a higher emphasis on large eyes than I usually do. I loved the fluffy hair because that fits really well with my current style! This one was very geometric and simplistic and it was fun to play around with shapes for this one.

ABD Illustrates (@/abd-illustrates)

There's a lot less line weight in his style than I remember before. Y'all, I started a lot of my art journey from his channel and carefully copying the things he did in his speedpaints and the anatomy and shape language and so this was like visiting an old friend. I vibe with ABD Illustrates a ton and I love his stuff. Super fun to revisit his style and study it again.

Jay ( @localpigeon22 )

You, my friend, need to start an art tag for your stuff. I love your artwork and the spikiness of it with the semi-realistic style, but it is so hard to find it. I want to be able to scroll through your art and just eat it piece by piece because it looks very crunchy and amazing. Side profiles also seem to be a favorite of yours and it was very fun to change up the perspective on this portrait a little to really capture your art's vibe.

Hiromu Arakawa (mangaka of Fullmetal Alchemist)

This is where a lot of my drawing experience began as a baby baby artist (read twelve/thirteen and deciding to finally draw again after stopping back in second grade and actually getting serious about developing my art skills again) and I'm looking at it as I'm going through the process of drawing again and I'm hit with a huge wave of nostalgia because I love this story so much and the artwork is so incredibly fun and I now know where some of my bad habits with line work came from as a young artist because I didn't understand line weight at the time and couldn't figure out how not to make my lines flat when they were thin, but I was studying the Fullmetal Alchemist art and most of the lines were pretty thin at the time and it was a lot of spiky hair involved with it all too.

Five Worlds (graphic novel series that is very near and dear to my heart but ended terribly)

Fun and simplistic art style with a lot of emphasis on round shapes. Definitely a lot less detail involved than what I remember originally being there, but I think that's because I closely associate Alex Vede's style with this book even though they are wildly different styles. Again, it's the balancing thin line art with effective weight to convey form, and I think I did a pretty bang up job with it.

Castlevania Nocturne

I was nervous going into this one because I knew that it was a bit more complex and angular than what I usually worked with and pulled from classical drawing styles that differed a lot from my more stylized modern drawing techniques. I had a lot of fun with this and I think that I did a good job of capturing the vibes of that art style even if it isn't entirely accurate to the in show style.

Studio Ghibli

I love the Studio Ghibli art style a lot. I just don't think that the character I chose for this challenge translates well into that style. It was a fun learning experience, but I'm not super happy with this one.

Auro ( @aurorialwolf )

As stated with Jay, dude, get yourself an art tag and tag your stuff! I love your style and the emphasis it has on shading which is why my attempt at yours stayed as a sketch because I don't think I would have done it justice as line art. Had a lot of fun with it and scrolling through trying to find your art, but my guy, tag your artwork! It's super cool and I want to be able to find it more easily!

Pycth (@/pycth)

Felt a bit more in my depth with this one for sure. But I don't draw lips very often and that was the biggest challenge of figuring out this art style.

Lancer ( @lancerthatisntfree )

Geometric, simplistic (why do I want to spell this with a y), and just a super fun style to steal for a minute. I love the way you do hair and expressions and it was great to be able to try it out. Also, dude, make an art tag. Your stuff's great!

Vinn ( @vind3miator )

I cannot get over the way that you draw the hair on your characters. It's so ridiculously fun to draw and just really really pretty. I had a lot of fun with trying your style out and browsing your art tag.

[dinolich]

hello dinolich! I am an artist still trying to develop an art style for myself, and I love the way you draw your characters. So I was wondering, how did you find your style? And what are some of the main consistencies in the way you draw (line work, hands, eyes, proportions, colors, etc.)

A LOT of repetition. Drawing the same characters over and over again in as many poses, expressions, etc as I could. Comics, storyboarding, animation, anything sequential is going to really make you hunker down and figure out what feels good and cool. I gravitate really angular but volumetric drawings for my own art, so I've been chewing on things like Invader ZIM, Jhonen and Aaron's comics, Gorillaz, Hellboy, Fooly Cooly, and the like for years. Strong poses, confident line work, lots of black. Having good foundational drawing skills is really helpful too. I don't agree with all of the curriculum I had in college (could have been more streamlined and actually catered to a more modern animation portfolio but thats a different conversation) but it did make me draw from life constantly, work in different styles and mediums. Really helped me figure out what I DONT like drawing lmao. Though I am glad I studied so I could push my stylization with good bones underneath.

[scarletfire03]

when I first got into half life I was still very much a furry. so here have fur-life doodles Also yes this AU started out as a furry AU.

gina and gordon are both hyenas but gina is a striped hyena

vvv some lore and explanations for shit vvv

you may notice I didn't choose obvious animals for some characters. most people would probably make adrian a shepherd dog of some sort since his last name is literally shephard. I don't like using domesticated animals for furry designs tho. its too easy, its overused and kind of a weird concept if you think about it. how the hell were these guys domesticated. instead, I like to go for less popular choices and more uncommon animals. I chose a close relative of sheep for adrians design because i think its a bit ironic that the shephard is a sheep. also they have cool color patterns which I really like :D

as for gordon being a hyena, this was originally just a random idea I had. just tried choosing a cool animal. but when I developed this idea I realized that I could do a lot more with this. hyenas are seen as scavengers that aren't very strong and they are also seen as not very intelligent cough cough the lion king cough cough this is completely false. spotted hyenas are highly intelligent and social creatures and they take down their own food for the most part. they are strong. have you seen their jaws?? they are capable of breaking bones with their bite. I wouldn't dare to mess with one. the more I thought about this the more I felt that it was very fitting for the guy that is considered a goofy idiot by most of his coworkers (every fucking scientist at black mesa seems to treat him like hes just an intern and like he has 0 skill) to be a hyena. hes completely misjudged by everyone around him. and during the resonance cascade he showed the world that everyone was wrong about him. at the same time, his actions might've strengthened those stereotypes in some people that saw him. I mean, he kind of did turn into a killing machine back there. even if he was saving my life I would be wary of him. you just cant trust someone that kills without hesitation. the resistance might also be more divided in their opinion about him (something I'm still keeping for my AU because the canon resistance is boring as fuck sorry) and not everyone thinks he is the savior of mankind.

also like, LOOK AT HOW SPOOKY THAT LOOKS

gina is also a hyena because during development she was literally just female gordon. like, she was supposed to be the female player choice. to keep that theme at least somewhat i made her a hyena aswell. to make her design more unique i made her a striped hyena though.

colette is a lynx (a siberian lynx in the doodle but I later decided on her being an iberian lynx instead)

alyx and barney don't have that much story behind their designs aside from me wanting to have an avian character and not just a bunch of mammals.

eli is also a cheetah obviously and i was thinking of making kleiner something like a slow loris cause they look funky and he is very funky

also on a side note: gordon furreemans head looking like a radiation symbol was an accident at first because i was trying to draw him more cartoony and then I noticed this and now he has a radiation symbol for a head. also that doodle is where my current angular lookin style originated.

[hplonesomeart]

Heya, HP!

I’m asking this anonymously because I don’t want reassurance if you find out it’s me, but I’m wondering if you have any tips for drawing/animating characters. I’ve seen how you draw and animate and it’s made me feel amazed by your work, but also ashamed that I can’t draw as good as you (DO NOT FEEL GUILTY ABOUT IT, PLEASE, YOU CAN’T HANDLE IT AND IT’S NOT JUST YOU!)

I’ve been drawing for about 5 years now and have had no progress in my art. Every time I try something different, it ends up looking like shit. I guess I’m also asking this ask because I’ve been lacking self confidence for about half a month

I’m sorry if this is selfish, I’m not trying to make it about myself

But yeah…do you have any tips?

OH GEE UH—first off there’s no shame in using anonymous and you shouldn’t feel pressured to justify it! It’s an accessible option precisely for moments like this; it’s far more important to feel safe when asking vulnerable questions then to have additional unneeded stress. I do appreciate having some background information for your thought processes behind it tho, thank you for being willing to share your feelings and experiences. Art is definitely something that can bring on insecurity—I also have artists I often envy/admire the skills of lol. All part of being human. Your not selfish at all for it :)

For the art tips uhh….bear with me because I’m not too good at formulating constructive tips? This is all coming from someone who started drawing solely because of a colorful 2000’s cartoon pony show LMFAO. I learned how to draw quadrupeds before ever drawing humans, so the development of my skills isn’t as easy for me to track linearly. I’m still learning to this day that there’s things I need to practice on (cough cough backgrounds & correct muscle anatomy/realism)

My tips will be listed below under the ‘keep reading’ point (because I don’t wanna directly flood peoples dashes with massive amounts of text)!

1) FIRST ADVICE: CONSUMING ART CONTENT & REFERENCING OTHERS!! >:D

Honestly I think that’s the best place to start. With the content you consume. People who watch a lot of anime tend to gravitate to drawing exaggerated detailed eyes, angular chins, more human features (of course this is a generalization and doesn’t always apply to everyone. It’s just my personal observation is all). Meanwhile those who watch something more like Looney Tunes may adapt to using stretchy flexible shapes, unrealistic proportions, maybe even more anthropomorphic character designs.

Point being: we get influenced by the environment around us without even realizing it. Even when we’re not consciously aware, our minds absorb information and try to apply it in our own lives. My advice is to become AWARE of this. Be able to think critically about shows you enjoy and pinpoint the choices the artist uses to make it moment feel meaningful (sorry this is gonna start focusing mostly on animation tips & visual storytelling lol). I watch a lot of video essays breaking down camera movements, writing character arcs, learning how the lighting or colors change the mood. You could play around with that in your art too! Does the character emotion come from the eyes, the body posture, or the colors? Figure out where the emphasis should be and keep practicing at it :)

For example (oh boy I’m gonna out myself here) an artist I admire on YouTube is SAD-IST! I think she’s got a very solid understanding of how to invest the viewer/audience’s attention into a story. So I look at some of the techniques she uses:

The usage of comic panels to focus in on a singular object/expression/action. Something that I wanted to try doing with my own stuff :))

Or using a subtle motion blur for objects moving quickly in the background. If it doesn’t need to be the focus of the story then make it out of focus lol!

I think it’s mostly about finding an artistic language you vibe with and can draw inspiration from. Analyze what made the artist you admire so successful—what do you love about it so much in the first place? (which hey I guess you’re kinda already doing that right now, so your on the right track lol!). This applies not only to artists but musicians as well! There’s been plenty of times when a musician remixed a pre-existing song, parodied or outright sampled the melody of another, or aligned lyrics to match messages! My favorite musicians (Vylet Pony, AJR, and a plethora of Broadway musicals that have reoccurring motifs/themes) often follow those types of patterns. I think there’s too much of a taboo on social media about what you can and can’t do with art. I don’t think it’s wrong to share similarities with artists you admire. It only helps strengthen your understanding of them

2) UHHH DRAW FOR YOURSELF!! (I’m making this shit up as I go I have no idea what I’m saying lmfao)

When I started out drawing, it was purely for self indulgent reasons. I would spend my time at recess making up fanmade My Little Pony comics. SO. MANY. COMICS. Did it matter that anyone besides me couldn’t read the dialogue? No! Did it matter that the characters looked weird? No! Did it matter that the story wasn’t even planned ahead of time? No because I didn’t care! I was a kid who wasn’t caught up on comparing myself with others. I did it for me and me alone because I loved cartoons and I had made up stories. As long as you take the initiative to create then you’re making something special regardless of the quality. If you deny yourself the ability to draw because you’re waiting for your skills to get better then you’ll waste so much time that could’ve been used making what you love. You’ll never improve if you don’t accept failure as part of it. If that makes any sense…?

I hope that doesn’t come across rude. I understand you’ve been trying to be happy with your art and simply can’t. I’m not trying to say you shouldn’t be upset about it. It’s okay to be upset when it doesn’t look like how you wanted. I’m just saying that mental perception is a huge factor of how we view ourselves, our art, and others around us. Be cautious about what internal voices you listen to. Sometimes we just need to be reminded of the child inside who didn’t care about impressing others as much. Do it for you—and if not for you then make it for your younger self <3

Here is a video where I try to reinforce this point by using examples of my own life experiences (yes it’s very disorganized and chaotic):

………uh…..UH….yea I’m sorry those are the only two main tips I can think of from the top of my mind right now. I wish I had more to offer 😭

It’s probably glaringly obvious by now that I’m a self-taught artist. Although I have taken Art of Film & video production classes in high school (actually my favorite ever I recommend those if you like movies/storytelling) along with scriptwriting, 2D animation, and those typical traditional art classes…a lot of it still boils down to self-taught behavior. I think it could still be beneficial to sit in a class and have the information taught in the educational way, but for me usually the key learning is done outside of school. Especially those traditionally structured art classes ohhhh those did not process well with my brain. Helped me understand graphite shading and that’s pretty much it <<

Anyways sorry for taking up so much of your time with chunks of writing—although you probably already knew that was coming haha. I appreciate being someone that you look up to!! Thanks for your question and I hope a few parts of this rambling helped. Take care and I wish you best with your art. You’ll be okay :)

[devside-error]

Dev Journals #1 -- Code: The Gathering

Hello, there! Call me Mika Snowden, how do you do?

Presumptuous name, isn't it? Thought so too, but the other option was Turing, which is even more presumptuous.

Anyhow, my nickname's presumptuousness isn't the subject of this post. In fact, the subject of the day is a new project I'm starting.

You see, lovelies, I'm a junior developer who would like to become a Java-Angular FullStack Developer. I'm currently in a C#-Angular position, so I'm studying Java to find a new job.

As I still don't have any Java certifications, I've decided to study for them, so I wrote down a couple of project ideas to help me practice. Today, I started one of them and informed my friends about it. Why: Because, unlike my other silly projects, this one might be useful to someone.

I play Magic: The Gathering with my friends, and we have a box where we keep cards anyone can choose from to add to their deck. The issue is: no one ever knows what cards are there, how many, and who the box is with. Since our friendship group has been growing, I've decided to take upon myself the challenge of coding a program that keeps track of said cards.

"Mika, there's already an app for that."

I was informed, but I need an excuse to study Java. What excuse would be better than something you like doing?

So, I'm off to work.

Here, lovelies, are my first day of work fruits. Not much -- I found out I'm easily distracted --, but it's a start.

First, we have my starting object:

I made it work with some setters, after making every attribute private, and we managed to get a nice output on console.

Finally, I brushed off my old database skills, grabbed PostgreSQL and came up with a little table.

Not much, but I'm happy to report project "mtg-repo" (still working on a name) is coming together.

Ta-da!

[dubaiwebsitedesignss]

What Is The Difference Between Web Development & Web Design?

In today’s world, we experience the growing popularity of eCommerce businesses. Web designing and web development are two major sectors for making a difference in eCommerce businesses. But they work together for publishing a website successfully. But what’s the difference between a web designers in Dubai and a web developer?

Directly speaking, web designers design and developers code. But this is a simplified answer. Knowing these two things superficially will not clear your doubt but increase them. Let us delve deep into the concepts, roles and differentiation between web development and website design Abu Dhabi.

What Is Meant By Web Design?

A web design encompasses everything within the oeuvre of a website’s visual aesthetics and utility. This might include colour, theme, layout, scheme, the flow of information and anything related to the visual features that can impact the website user experience.

With the word web design, you can expect all the exterior decorations, including images and layout that one can view on their mobile or laptop screen. This doesn’t concern anything with the hidden mechanism beneath the attractive surface of a website. Some web design tools used by web designers in Dubai which differentiate themselves from web development are as follows:

● Graphic design

● UI designs

● Logo design

● Layout

● Topography

● UX design

● Wireframes and storyboards

● Colour palettes

And anything that can potentially escalate the website’s visual aesthetics. Creating an unparalleled yet straightforward website design Abu Dhabi can fetch you more conversion rates. It can also gift you brand loyalty which is the key to a successful eCommerce business.

What Is Meant By Web Development?

While web design concerns itself with all a website’s visual and exterior factors, web development focuses on the interior and the code. Web developers’ task is to govern all the codes that make a website work. The entire web development programme can be divided into two categories: front and back.

The front end deals with the code determining how the website will show the designs mocked by a designer. While the back end deals entirely with managing the data within the database. Along with it forwarding the data to the front end for display. Some web development tools used by a website design company in Dubai are:

● Javascript/HTML/CSS Preprocessors

● Template design for web

● GitHub and Git

● On-site search engine optimisation

● Frameworks as in Ember, ReactJS or Angular JS

● Programming languages on the server side, including PHP, Python, Java, C#

● Web development frameworks on the server side, including Ruby on Rails, Symfony, .NET

● Database management systems including MySQL, MongoDB, PostgreSQL

Web Designers vs. Web Developers- Differences

You must have become acquainted with the idea of how id web design is different from web development. Some significant points will highlight the job differentiation between web developers and designers.

Generally, Coding Is Not A Cup Of Tea For Web Designers:

Don’t ever ask any web designers in Dubai about their coding knowledge. They merely know anything about coding. All they are concerned about is escalating a website’s visual aspects, making them more eyes catchy.

For this, they might use a visual editor like photoshop to develop images or animation tools and an app prototyping tool such as InVision Studio for designing layouts for the website. And all of these don’t require any coding knowledge.

Web Developers Do Not Work On Visual Assets:

Web developers add functionality to a website with their coding skills. This includes the translation of the designer’s mockups and wireframes into code using Javascript, HTML or CSS. While visual assets are entirely created by designers, developer use codes to implement those colour schemes, fonts and layouts into the web page.

Hiring A Web Developer Is Expensive:

Web developers are more expensive to hire simply because of the demand and supply ratio. Web designers are readily available as their job is much simpler. Their job doesn’t require the learning of coding. Coding is undoubtedly a highly sought-after skill that everyone can’t entertain.

Final Thoughts:

So if you look forward to creating a website, you might become confused. This is because you don’t know whether to opt for a web designer or a developer. Well, to create a website, technically, both are required. So you need to search for a website design company that will offer both services and ensure healthy growth for your business.

[thicc-astronaut]

The time: Early paleolithic era, a late summer evening, shortly after nightfall. A young Homo sapien man is sneaking out into a grassy meadow to meet with his Homo neanderthalensis girlfriend. Their love is forbidden, as they belong to separate tribes, tribes which have recently declared war.

The man walks to the center of the meadow. He calls out a group of syllables which corresponds with his girlfriend - sort of a proto-name. From across the field, he hears his girlfriend's voice let out another group of syllables - his own proto-name. She is calling for him, and they both start approaching each other.

He follows her voice to a tree, which he eventually realizes she is up in the canopy of. The neanderthalensis woman slides down the trunk, having been picking fruit from the tree. She and her boyfriend carry the fruit to a nearby hill overlooking the meadow, where they sit together and eat the fruit.

As they look over the beautiful meadow, enjoying the cool breeze, eating the sweet fruit, the two lovers look at each other. Juice dribbles down their chins. They both think the other looks ravishing under the light of the stars.

The man pulls his stone knife out of the small leather satchel he keeps it in. Through a series of tonal grunts and hand gestures, he communicates that he would like to whittle a figurine of her. Excitedly, his girlfriend agrees, and the man finds a good piece of wood and gets to whittling.

He whittles all night, trying to convey her beauty on a piece of wood. He turns the wood over and over again in his hands, running his fingers over the representation of her curves. He becomes internally frustrated, as the medium is imperfect - her features are soft and rounded and smooth, while whittled wood comes out sharp and angular and grainy.

The man knows beauty. He's looking right at it when he glances at his subject. He can see her beauty, true beauty, not just a superficial thing based on the size of her buttocks, but all of her. The proportions of her face, the way she smiles, the emotions he feels when he looks at her. They're all part of her beauty. And he wants - no, he needs to capture it all on this whittled sculpture of her. He wants her to know how he feels about her, and words won't suffice - literally, as spoken language hasn't been developed that far yet. He hopes that the carving may capture those feelings, and if he shows her his carving of her, that she may be able to see herself the way he sees her.

Sometime around midnight, they are both becoming tired. The woman is leaning against the man for warmth (they did not build any fire, so that their tribes would not notice and find them). The man finally decides that he is done carving - that he can carve no further without ruining the piece. He gently jostles his girlfriend awake to show her his carving.

He is not happy with it. The face is out of proportion, the eyes too far up on the head, the nose is too skinny, the brow is too big. The limbs are too long, the thighs are too angular, the feet just look weird. He had strived to recreate beauty, but was limited by the medium and by his own skill as an artist. To him, having turned the wood over in his hands a hundred times over, these flaws are obvious and distracting. His very own hand had turned the knife that made the eyes like that, and he feels ashamed he could not make them any better.

She is very happy with it. She's pretty sure that's what her face looks like, having only seen it in the reflections of water. The limbs make a beautiful pose, the thighs are accentuated by the points, the feet are cute. Her boyfriend has made a flattering image of her, and she loves him all the more for it.

[williamstea]

So, recently I was working on my signature and handwriting skills, because, well, heh- They're so great- And it got me thinking... What does William's signature look like? I'd feel like after signing a certain amount of paperwork he'd be done with just sticking to one specific signature and switch it up a bit, ya know? I mean, it'd still be his signature just with different flares or maybe styles?

Also, you and the infamously handsome—and possessive—CEO get a little kissy kiss right on the cheek. (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

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William’s signature is as precise as the architectural models his company produces—sharp, deliberate, and effortlessly commanding. Over the years, he has developed variations, but not out of boredom or carelessness. Each stylistic shift is calculated, a subtle tool for different contexts.

Variations:

1.Formal– For contracts, formal documents.

-Slightly less elaborate script than the previous style, but still elegant and cursive. The strokes are consistent.

It's suitable for formal correspondence or settings.

2.Formal, but when he wasn't interested– For routine paperwork (or he just dont interested).

-Similar in overall style to the "Formal" option, but potentially with a more angular or abbreviated look.

While retaining a degree of formality, this font suggests a lack of full engagement or enthusiasm.It suggests being formal without being overly invested.

3.Only for MC– For personal notes (rare, but telling .only for MC).

-Flowing script with elaborate loops and flourishes.

This signatures style suggests a sense of personal touch, with an element of playfulness or carelessness.

Odd Habits:

-He never signs in blue ink.Only black ink or, on occasion, deep burgundy (the latter reserved for documents he considers particularly consequential).

-If irritated, his signature gains weight, the pen pressing hard enough to emboss the paper.

-When distracted (say, by watching MC across the office), the letters drift closer together, the spacing tightening like a held breath.

-So yes—he changes it up. But never arbitrarily.

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((Awwww ,thank you ( •̀ ω •́ )ʃ♡ƪ))

[compneuropapers]

Interesting Papers for Week 20, 2024

Brain-imaging evidence for compression of binary sound sequences in human memory. Al Roumi, F., Planton, S., Wang, L., & Dehaene, S. (2023). eLife, 12, e84376.

Awake responses suggest inefficient dense coding in the mouse retina. Boissonnet, T., Tripodi, M., & Asari, H. (2023). eLife, 12, e78005.

Competing neural representations of choice shape evidence accumulation in humans. Bond, K., Rasero, J., Madan, R., Bahuguna, J., Rubin, J., & Verstynen, T. (2023). eLife, 12, e85223.

Overestimation in angular path integration precedes Alzheimer’s dementia. Castegnaro, A., Ji, Z., Rudzka, K., Chan, D., & Burgess, N. (2023). Current Biology, 33(21), 4650-4661.e7.

Predictive learning by a burst-dependent learning rule. Chapman, G. W., & Hasselmo, M. E. (2023). Neurobiology of Learning and Memory, 205, 107826.

Motor actions are spatially organized in motor and dorsal premotor cortex. Chehade, N. G., & Gharbawie, O. A. (2023). eLife, 12, e83196.

A complete reconstruction of the early visual system of an adult insect. Chua, N. J., Makarova, A. A., Gunn, P., Villani, S., Cohen, B., Thasin, M., … Chklovskii, D. B. (2023). Current Biology, 33(21), 4611-4623.e4.

Longitudinal evidence that infants develop their imitation abilities by being imitated. Essler, S., Becher, T., Pletti, C., Gniewosz, B., & Paulus, M. (2023). Current Biology, 33(21), 4674-4678.e3.

How associations become behavior. Ghirlanda, S., & Enquist, M. (2023). Neurobiology of Learning and Memory, 205, 107833.

Emotion regulation during encoding reduces negative and enhances neutral mnemonic discrimination in individuals with depressive symptoms. Hayes, B. K., Harikumar, A., Ferguson, L. A., Dicker, E. E., Denny, B. T., & Leal, S. L. (2023). Neurobiology of Learning and Memory, 205, 107824.

Representations of tactile object location in the retrosplenial cortex. Lande, A. S., Garvert, A. C., Ebbesen, N. C., Jordbræk, S. V., & Vervaeke, K. (2023). Current Biology, 33(21), 4599-4610.e7.

Informational feedback accelerates learning in multi-alternative perceptual judgements of orientation. Liu, J., Lu, Z.-L., & Dosher, B. (2023). Vision Research, 213, 108318.

History information emerges in the cortex during learning. Marmor, O., Pollak, Y., Doron, C., Helmchen, F., & Gilad, A. (2023). eLife, 12, e83702.

Mega-scale movie-fields in the mouse visuo-hippocampal network. Purandare, C., & Mehta, M. (2023). eLife, 12, e85069.3.

Theta-band phase locking during encoding leads to coordinated entorhinal-hippocampal replay. Santos-Pata, D., Barry, C., & Ólafsdóttir, H. F. (2023). Current Biology, 33(21), 4570-4581.e5.

Using multi-modal neuroimaging to characterise social brain specialisation in infants. Siddiqui, M., Pinti, P., Brigadoi, S., Lloyd-Fox, S., Elwell, C. E., Johnson, M. H., … Jones, E. J. (2023). eLife, 12, e84122.

Non-invasive temporal interference electrical stimulation of the human hippocampus. Violante, I. R., Alania, K., Cassarà, A. M., Neufeld, E., Acerbo, E., Carron, R., … Grossman, N. (2023). Nature Neuroscience, 26(11), 1994–2004.

Information search processing affects social decisions. Wei, Z., Liang, Y., Liang, C., & Liu, H. (2023). Journal of Behavioral Decision Making, 36(5), e2352.

Noninvasive theta-burst stimulation of the human striatum enhances striatal activity and motor skill learning. Wessel, M. J., Beanato, E., Popa, T., Windel, F., Vassiliadis, P., Menoud, P., … Hummel, F. C. (2023). Nature Neuroscience, 26(11), 2005–2016.

The locus coeruleus directs sensory-motor reflex amplitude across environmental contexts. Witts, E. C., Mathews, M. A., & Murray, A. J. (2023). Current Biology, 33(21), 4679-4688.e3.

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[licenciator]

Strange Recompense

***Over 18s Only***

Written by commission. This story features Dr Strange and a female reader. Themes include submission, BDSM and graphic sexual content.

You were his. Your arrogance, your naivety, had fooled you into believing yourself able to outwit and deceive your Master, and now, you would face your punishment.

It had all seemed so easy, in your mind, as you crossed the threshold of the Sanctum Santorum in the dead of night, your heart filled with plans, purpose and lustful desire. You had come for the stone. Not to steal it, but to prove to your mentor, Dr Stephen Strange, who had nurtured your burgeoning magical skills these past months, that you were worthy of his affections. Worthy of him. If you could bypass the Mystic’s many defences and place your hand on the enchanting, green piece of eternity, then perhaps he would begin to look at you in the same way you looked at him. Perhaps, for once, it would be he and not you, bringing himself to a feverish climax at night, lost in a fantasy world of orgasmic perpetuity. When you had proven yourself to him, you had dreamed, he would beg for your body, for your sex, for your soul. And when he had begged you enough, you would surrender them.

He had taught you so much, perhaps too much for his own good, you had allowed yourself to think, as you dealt with the enchantments in the ornate, archaic hallway, with ease. Mandalas of sparkling, mystic art were produced at your whim, saving you from enchantments and spells that would have surely paralysed most other intruders, and began to climb the grand staircase in the heart of the room. It was there that you had found him.

You had wanted him since the moment your eyes had met, across a crowded street in the heart of Greenwich Village. You were drawn to him, as if by some temporal magnet forged of magic and lust. He had come to you. For you. Your eyes had never left him as he explained how he had sensed the skills you had developed and made it his mission to find and train you. You took in each facet of his thin, angular face; his piercing eyes, his neatly trimmed beard, the greying hair, framing his high cheekbones. As much as you had wanted answers to the magical energy you had begun to feel burning inside yourself, you wanted him; this peculiar man, strolling through New York in his blue shirt and startlingly red cape, a gaudy looking medallion clasped around his chest. You wanted all the secrets he could give you, all of his techniques, and not just purely those of the magical kind.

In time, he had told you of the true nature of his jewellery of choice, this Eye of Agamotto, as he called it, and the powerful stone it housed. Your new mentor was its guardian, and no other could be allowed to touch it. It was then that you had hatched your plan. You had felt your powers growing by the day, but Strange only ever looked at you with the eyes of a kindly, if stern, mentor, not with the desire you felt for him. To earn his lust would require more skill than an average training day in this palace of enchantments could provide.

The memories had flooded through you as you took in the sight before you. Framed by the circular skylight you had gazed through so many times, his deep red Cloak of Levitation flowing behind him, floated your master, levitating in peaceful slumber. Your draw dropped as your mouth began to water. Gone was the old -fashioned attire, leaving Strange, aside from his magical cape, resplendent in nakedness. His body, thin and toned was more beautiful to you than even your most extravagant fantasies had allowed you to believe, and you had felt your hand inch towards your groin, reaching under your waistband and pressing the fabric of your panties against yourself, at this unexpected but very welcome state. Your eyes had fallen to his waist, and you had gulped at the perfectly formed outer symbol of his manhood, your rubbing increasing as you imagined it awakening, feeling it harden and grow in your hand while you drew him from his dreams into ecstatic reality.

With phenomenal restraint, you had broken away from the sight and stilled your fingers, summoning every fibre of energy you could muster into rising into the air before him, your heart beginning to pound at your proximity to the naked sorcerer. Your breath light and your head spinning, you had reached forward slowly, ever so slowly, towards the Eye of Agamotto, still clasped around his neck, the tip of your middle finger brushing, only very slightly, the golden casing which house the stone.

It was then, that Dr Strange had awoken.

With alacrity faster than any lightening storm could ever produce, his eyes, once piercing and wise, but now fierce and furious, had snapped open and peered into your own, while golden mandalas wrapped, themselves tightly around your wrists, forcing your arms out to each side, more, binding your ankles in magical bonds. And now you waited, your plans in ruins, to face the fury of the Sorcerer Supreme.

“You!” The word fell from his thin lips in a gasp, and you could feel in it, the pain of your betrayal. “You came for the Stone?”

You shook your head, quickly, uselessly, your denials struggling to pour from your mouth.

“No!” you finally responded. “It’s not like that, I was trying to impress you!”

The magician floated before you in beautiful naked fury as you stuttered and stumbled through your explanations; how often you had played with yourself to the thought of him fucking you, how desperately you yearned for his touch and how you had hoped, that by proving yourself able to reach the stone, you had hoped he would look at you as you looked at him.

The words fell from you incoherently, your mind spinning as though you were drunk on the foolish severity of your actions, and you stared into his face, desperate for any sign that he believed you. Finally, after a tortuous age, you watched his brow furrow in thought.

“I believe you,” he ultimately concluded, his voice soft but laced with an indescribable danger. “I can’t even begin to tell you how foolish, unworthy and stupidly dangerous it was of you to do this... However, I… believe you.”

Pangs of relief flowed through you, and you breathed deeply for the first time since he had awoken.

“Thank you,” you sighed, attempting a smile before gesturing with your head at your mystical bonds. “So, can you let me out of these things now?”

He simply stared for a moment, taking you in, and you saw, for the first time, an inkling of mischievousness in his stern, imposing face.

“I’m afraid, it’s not quite that simple,” he began. “You have touched the Eye of Agamotto without permission.”

“I barely even brushed against it,” you protested.

“That doesn’t matter.“ Strange’s voice was severe. “You have touched it, the intent was in your heart, and now you must make the choice.”

“What choice?” you nervously asked, your voice shaking.

“Of punishment,” he replied.

“What do you mean, punishment?”

“There must be a punishment for your transgression. You must face either, expulsion from our order…,”

“No!”

“Either…,” he repeated, his voice stern and commanding, “expulsion or, recompense.”

“What ‘recompense’?” you queried, your voice racked with confusion, but the sorcerer refused to answer.

“Choose. Choose now,” he ordered.

Your mind was ablaze with guilt, shame, embarrassment and uncertainty. All you knew for sure was that he believed you, and there was a chance of forgiveness, and frankly, there was little you wouldn’t do to stay in this new life you had found. If only you knew what the recompense would be…

“I choose…,” you stuttered, “I choose recompense.”

You scanned his features for any sign of what this might mean, but little could be discerned from his rigid, penetrating stare, until, with a wave of his hands, the enchanter returned himself and you to the ground, your magical restraints still firmly in place; the restriction at once frustrating and exciting you.

“Then we shall begin.”

The sorcerer’s words were harsh and authoritative, and the pit of your stomach churned in anxious anticipation of what, exactly, was about to begin.

“But remember,” Strange said, “if you change your mind, and decide you would prefer to walk away from your potential, you can at any time say so, and your recompense will cease. Do you understand?”

“I understand, Stephen, but…”

Your sentence was cut short by the tightening of your magical bonds, pressing hard into your flesh, accompanied by a raised eyebrow from the powerful magical hero.

“Stephen?” he quizzed, a flicker of lust flashing in his eyes. “Not tonight. Tonight, it would be more appropriate for you to call me, Master.”

The churning in your stomach gave way to a sudden and overwhelming onslaught of butterflies which spread through your senses, your head light as it was claimed by nervous anticipation.

“Master?” you asked, your voice shaking and uncertain.

“Master,” he confirmed, “tell your Master that you understand.”

“I understand,” you stuttered in response. “I understand, Master.”

Strange walked closer towards you, each step exuding the power of his magical office.

“Well, then,” he said, his voice as charming as ever it was, “before we begin, we should perhaps, redress the balance.”

You squinted in confusion before, on instinct, your eyes finally dropped from his, towards the part of his body that had drawn you to it moments earlier. While earlier, it had lain in elegantly proportioned rest, it now stood hard, thick and ready, its delicate skin straining against its length and its tip glistening with expectancy. You began to realise, finally, as you absorbed the sight into your memory, exactly what form the penance you were about to pay, would take. And you realised, for the first time, that your desires might have indebted you in ways you might be unable to pay. With a wave of the sorcerer’s fingers, a golden mandala, pointed and sharp appeared in the space between you, a torrent of sudden fear running through you as it hung inches from your eyes.

Your senses threatening to overwhelm you, you tried to summon the magical powers you possessed, which you had learned to control with such expertise under the magician’s tutelage.

Your efforts were useless. The power would not emerge. Even the simple force to move your head and look away was blocked to you.

Though you opened your mouth to object, or perhaps to scream, the mandalic blade before you shifted in the air, slicing at your clothes, leaving you gasping in shock as they fell, piece by tattered piece to the floor below, only your thin, cotton underwear protecting what was left of your modesty. Trepidation ran through your almost totally exposed body, though the sensation of your nipples stiffening against the material of your bra, and the dampness in your panties pressing against you betrayed the eagerness you tried to repress to embrace your deserved punishment.

“Wha… what’s happening…?”

The anxiousness in your words should have been alien to you. Not since that first day of magical training had you felt anything other than supreme confidence, but now it too, just as, for the moment at least, your access to your powers, was gone.

“You are being prepared for your recompense,” Strange answered, his tone seeped in what you understood now was a justified arrogance. “I’d say you were almost ready…”

The magical blade moved again, slower this time, slicing away the straps of your bra and sniping your panties away from you, your final garments joining your others in lying, ruined, on the Sanctum’s polished floor.

Naked, exposed, and bound in magical bonds, your eyes wide in excited consternation, you stared into your Master’s face. Though the house’s chilled air raised goosebumps on your exhibited skin, the drop in temperature was countered by the burning heat of your humiliation. Your Master feasted his eyes upon you, his lip curling into a lustful snarl as he moved his hands once more, and lowered himself and you to the floor, kicking away the remnants of your clothing.

Your ethereal, golden bonds began to pull and twist, contorting you down, onto your knees, before him, your arms clasped behind your back. The movement overwhelmed you, assaulting your senses with an intense cocktail of desire and agitation. Though your tight bonds, and the new look in your Master’s eye excited you, even the strength of your yearning could not wholly displace the gnawing of fear. You had wanted this, wanted him, so very much, for so very long, and you knew, now, that he was about to take you.

A tendril of shining light burst forth from Strange’s hand towards you, wrapping itself swiftly around your neck and you shuffled on your bare knees towards him as he pulled it, hard, in a charged display of his Mastery of the mystic arts, and of you. Your eyes locked onto that part of him closest, so very, very close to your face, which just moments before you had yearned to take silent hold of. Its sweet scent filled your nostrils, and your mouth hung open in greedy anticipation, your tongue licking fresh saliva over your teeth.

“Not yet,” came his stern order. “A good slave will only act when instructed.”

You wordlessly nodded your acceptance and sat back on your knees, your anticipation making you gasp even more than the tightness of the magical collar around your throat.

Your eyes following the object of your fixation without blinking, Strange wrapped his other hand around it, gently stroking it before you, teasing you with what you desired but refusing to gratify your lust until it was earned. He pulled you closer still, and began to trace your features with it, until delicate drops of his pre-cum adorned the edge of your face. You stuck out your tongue, trying desperately to catch a taste, as he moved, before he could contain himself no longer and plunged himself into the warm cavity of your mouth.

The sudden movement shocked you, as did the size, as you felt the back of your tongue pushed down by the intrusion. His grip on your collar tightened further as pulled your head down, all the way down, and back again, faster and deeper until you could feel him pressing mercilessly against the back of your throat, the sound of your gagging only spurring him on harder still.

At last, he withdrew, his dick coated in your saliva, granting you a precious moment to heave air into your lungs before he pushed himself back between your lips again. His strong, firm hand stroked your cheek for a moment, before reaching to the back of your head and clumping your hair, pulling it back roughly.

“Look at me,” he commanded. “Don’t take your eyes off mine.”

You did as he bade, staring up into his stern features as he continued to callously fuck your mouth. You saw everything in his eyes; his anger, his sorrow, his lust for you. You were sure your own eyes conveyed each of the complex emotions you were feeling, too, and something in them caused the sorcerer to slow his thrusting, pulling out of your mouth and holding the tip of his dick agonisingly close to you.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, an eyebrow raised.

“No,” you responded defiantly, the taste of his pre-cum, sweet on your lips, “I want you to fuck me.”

For a moment you your words shocked you as much as you hoped they had shocked your Master. You were subjugated, utterly, at the total control of the Sorcerer Supreme, but though the anxious trepidation still burned in the pit of your stomach, you knew, with every fibre of your consciousness that right here, right now, you wanted this.

A half smile cracked onto his thin face at your response.

“You want who to fuck you?”

“You,” you answered. Master.”

Silence hung between you for a moment before his smile, full of lust and authority widened further.

“Say please.”

“Please, Master.”

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me, Master.”

“I can’t hear you,” he cruelly toyed.

“PLEASE, MASTER!” You shouted with every decibel your bound body. “PLEASE FUCK ME, MASTER!”

As soon as the words left your salivating mouth, your magical bonds contorted again, lifting you just inches from the floor, thrusting your arms out to each side, your legs swiftly following, exposing your vulnerable sex to whatever machinations hid behind your Master’s narrowing, dominant eyes.

The gasp you exhaled at your body’s involuntary movements served only to spur Strange’s lust further, as he stepped towards you, one hand hovering close, so close to your exposed and yearning skin, while his other gripped tightly to your ethereal leash.

For a moment of brief eternity, it hung there, the Sorcerer’s eyes feasting on your naked excitement and delighting in the reaction of your flesh. Just as you thought the moment would never arrive, the back of his fingertips brushed, one by perfectly manicured one against you, the deep sigh of relief you breathed matched in intensity only by the wanton anticipation you felt building between your splayed legs.

His fingers moved majestically upon you, tracing each contour of your torso, skirting the outline of your collar bone, your ribs, your navel, as he prolonged the torture of your wait, until finally, they moved upwards, teasing the aching, stiff nipple of your left breast, his thumb and forefinger pulling on it hard as he claimed it. You had long heard stories from friends that this sensation alone could build to climactic release – stories you had always dismissed, until now. With supernatural speed, your collar tightened behind you, now held by some unseen force as his other hand joined its compatriot in exploring you, squeezing and pulling as hard at your right breast as your left.

Your eyes stayed on your Master’s, he had ordered as much, and your breathing heightened as your body reacted to his touch in a pleasure as unbridled as you were restrained. The throbbing in your untouched sex pounded within you, somehow stirred into crescendo by his ownership of you and you felt yourself, somehow, through some tantric mysticism felt it stir towards crescendo. You began to feel the cry of passion you had so often toyed yourself into releasing as you rubbed and played to thoughts of this man, build inside you, and your mouth hung open wider still, ready to surrender to it.

As though taking cue from your ecstatic expression, Strange’s hands dropped from your chest, his left clamping hard on the back of your head, clumping your hair once more, while his right sank below your stomach, his fingers reaching for your grateful, pulsating clit which reacted at once to his touch, sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Do you want to cum?” he asked, his voice as hard and firm as the dick he had pushed into your mouth.

You nodded with what movement in your head he still afforded you.

“Then beg.”

You answered loudly, your tone pleading and desperate.

“Please let me cum, Master,” you entreated, “please let me cum!”

Your words became profane as he responded by pressing two fingers past the wet lips of your expectant pussy, pushing them deeper inside you as it clenched tightly against them, curling them back against your inner wall as he relished your cries.

In moments it was enough, and rapturous ecstasy rippled through you as your Master granted your request, his wet fingers not relenting for a second as they drew out every last vestige of physical joy from your orgasm.

“Say thank you,” he ordered as your panting finally began to subside.

“Thank you, Master,” you answered gratefully, “thank you for making me cum! Thank you for… Oh, fuck…”

Even as you had begun to speak Strange was upon you, pushing the hard dick whose taste still lingered in your mouth against your pussy, which earnestly granted him entrance, inch by glorious inch.

“You’ve wanted this all along, haven’t you?” he asked, his breath becoming quicker as he pushed his full length deep inside you, his hand slapping sharply against your cheek when you failed to answer at once.

“Yes, Master,” you answered, your voice cracking with pleasure, “I’ve wanted it all along.”

“How many times have you played with yourself imagining this?”

“Every day, Master,” you cried out, your breasts shaking as he thrust himself inside you, pausing sometimes to grind his flesh against yours, his neatly trimmed pubic hair tickling and toying with your clit. “I play with myself every day for you!”

You screamed your confession as another ocean of pleasure culminated inside you, his thrusting intensifying as you came around him, coating him in your essence. He withdrew and watched the blissful inflections of your face, slowly stroking your wetness over himself, toying with his tip as your eyes, for once, dropped from his to enjoy the sight. Your body ached to curl into post-coital rest, but your bonds held you fast, enslaved still to your Master’s whims.

“Bad girl,” he almost whispered, the words finally filling the air with a sound other than your ecstatic panting. “I told you to keep your eyes on mine…”

The golden mandalas strapped around you shifted again, forcing you to bend into the new position desired by your Master, forcing you to accept further punishment. Returned hard to the floor, you felt your head move, pressing the side of your face against it, while your knees bent up beneath you, your arms once more tied magically behind your back, your ass pointed upwards towards the Master you had betrayed.

“If you can’t keep your eyes on mine, then you don’t get to watch what happens next…”

The pang of fear you had felt when the Sorcerer had first awoken ran through you again and you heard yourself begin to plead for mercy.”

“Please, Master,” you began, “I’m sorry, I…”

Your pleas were interrupted by the sound of a hard slap and the sting of a firm palm on your ass.

“You will learn,” Strange began, punctuating each word with another slap on each sensitive cheek in turn, “to do as you are told.”

“Ye... yes, Master,” you answered, an intoxication of pleasure and pain assaulting your senses as slap after slap connected with your stinging, unprotected ass.

“Say it,” he ordered, his until now measured voice wild, as though he had finally given in totally to his lust for you.

“I will – ow – learn to – ow – do as I’m told, Master!”

He wordlessly continued, the sound of your spanking broken only by your promises to do as commanded as his hand came down faster and harder until the orgasmic agony threated to overwhelm you. You braced yourself for another barrage, but the spanking stopped, as instantly as it had begun, but before any thoughts of clemency could reach your mind, your controlled arms shifted behind you, your hands gripping your stinging cheeks and spreading them apart.

Your addled senses hadn’t even time to register your embarrassment and shock before you felt his hot breath behind you, and those hands which had seconds before inflicted such punishment, grip your waist tightly. No words came from the Sorcerer now as he began greedily enjoying your exposed pussy, his teeth nibbling at your lips and his tongue flicked and licked at your clit until you felt your whole being give in once more to the orgasmic reactions he commanded.

You had no energy left even to shout your obedience to your Master, but still the pleasure came, his tongue now shifting upwards, delighting in the sweet taste of your ass. You knew, as his tongue pushed deeper, followed by fingers coated in your own cum what you were being prepared for and you braced yourself as you felt the tip of his dick press against your smallest, tightest hole.

“Thank you, Master,” you managed to whisper as your asshole gave way to him, “thank you for fucking my ass…”

Strange remained silent, lost in the ecstasy of you, and the pleasure of how obediently you were taking your ass fucking. The intensity of his thrusts increased, and you knew you were reaching the apex of your recompense. One arm was suddenly, without warning, released from its bondage, and you felt it directed by your Master between your legs, your fingers rubbing furiously at your clit as he buried himself deeper and harder into your ass.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped as pleasure claimed you once more, “Oh, fuck, thank you, thank, you, thank you, Master!”

The moment your pleasure peaked, he pulled himself from you, your bonds twisting your body round once more to face him, your hand still rubbing at your pussy and your eyes now firmly locked on his.

He looked different now, his face reddened with effort and coated in sweat, his hair matted and displaced over his forehead as he pushed his throbbing and straining dick back inside your mouth.

There was no shock for you anymore, no reticence. You were his. Totally. And serving your Master brought many rewards.

It was as you sucked on him and let your tongue tease him that you realised your bonds were released. Movement was yours once more, and the first you made was to reach up and grab the Sorcerer’s ass, pulling him deeper into your mouth, deeper even than he had pushed himself at the start of your penance. His eyes closed and your mouth felt his dick stiffen harder, impossibly hard, before releasing his ecstasy inside you at last, filling your mouth with the thick streams of his cum.

His cries of pleasure enriched you and you continued to suck and play with your tongue as you felt him begin to soften in your mouth, his cum spilling out onto your chin as he finally withdrew and knelt beside you on the floor, wrapping his cloak around your shoulders and holding you to his hot, naked chest.

For an age you knelt there together in silence, but no words were needed. Not anymore. You had tested your Master and failed, but somehow, also won. This man you had yearned for, this Sorcerer Supreme, had grown closer to you then you had ever dreamed possible as a result of your transgression. Closer even still, through the punishment you knew you had deserved. Your Strange recompense.